sorry??

✨Iz ✨25✨She/Her✨ ✨touch starved idiot✨

[royalfig]

I’ve never felt more like a character than I do w her

[lavenderpanic]

big ep for mentally ill, traumatized lesbians huh ://

[quasi-normalcy]

The fact that you can’t raise taxes on billionaires even slightly without them pouring money into fascist political movements is, of itself, evidence that billionaires as a class shouldn’t be allowed to exist in the first place.

[quasi-normalcy]

I’d just like to point out that every single thing that has happened in the 6 years since I created this post has only reinscribed its absolute moral correctness in my mind.

[whiitkrs]

trinity santos is for the people who are angry at the world for how it treated them, for how it treats others. trinity santos is for the people who are angry at themselves for standing by while the world treats everybody like shit. trinity santos is for the people who refuse to acknowledge their trauma until it slaps them in the face, hiding behind a facade, hiding behind humor and depreciation. trinity santos is for the people who feel so, so alone despite being surrounded by people.

[puppiegracie]

trinity santos is such a beautiful, nuanced, important character that it honestly makes me sad when people can't see it.

she continues to be great representation for so many who are struggling. for people who don't see themselves represented in a realistic way very often. she has clear hurts, traumas, scars, and it does not define her. she's a capable doctor, she's intelligent, she's kind.

yes, she is kind, extremely so. she has very clear, strong morals and sense of justice. no, she's not always 'nice', but nice and kind are different things. she took in a homeless man despite her trauma involving men. she didn't let a suicidal patient slip through the cracks, was the only one to notice and comfort him. she didn't let Langdon slip through the cracks— he probably would've never gotten the help he needed if she hadn't spoken up about something she knew to be wrong.

sure, she can have a short temper, she can be irritable and snappy and sarcastic. but she never lets shit go too far. I see so many people get mad at her for ribbing Dennis over losing Mr Milton— she immediately after said it wasn't his fault. she made it clear she didn't think he actually killed his fucking patient.

the hate on her for talking to a goddamn baby is crazy. first of all, I cannot believe you all did not find that shit hilarious. second... the baby does not care 😭😭 the baby does not understand her 😭😭 y'know what the baby did understand? soft, soothing singing and a finger to hold.

it is so so important to me and many others to have someone like her on this show. trinity santos is an incredible character.

[stuckinapril]

i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

[stuckinapril]

and i actually hope u learn to forgive urself a little more and operate from self compassion rather than self flagellation. this is ur first time living - there is no rehearsal to any of this. u will live and u will learn. drink lots of water in the morning and dance to ur favorite music first thing. u are not uniquely horrible, but just learning how to live. u got this <3

[cosmogenous2]

i'm full of love but i also have the hater's curse and once a day i gotta say some bitchy shit or i'll explode

[transcyberism]

every year I come closer to the conclusion that the push to categorically exclude allies from pride is a psyop. it accomplished nothing and sows massive division. why are we so fixated on it. it doesn't matter. let them come and kick them out if they behave badly/show that they're not actually good allies. idc

[transcyberism]

and yeah I'm gonna switch back to saying "allies" when I refer to the people who go there solely to show support for our community without being queer instead of trying to use some kind of term like "gender-conforming perisex cisgender heterosexuals" because I actually think their identity doesn't matter and all that matters is that they're with us

[stealthboy]

ex friends are like. last time i remembered you i got so angry i almost crashed my car. i still think about your laugh whenever i see one of your favorite scenes on the show we used to watch together. you made me cry 3 years after we last spoke. i think of you on your birthday. you are a part of some of the best memories i have of my life. i hate you.

[becherdireinen]

I’m such a slut for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

[oppenheisenberg-deactivated2023]

they came up with a stupid shape for panties then decided it's the pussy who's wrong and you should remove the hair sticking out.......... the state of this world

[rogueddie]

A gay bar is the last place Steve ever thought he'd be, yet here he sits.

He keeps looking over to Robin- not too much, just enough to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's still having fun. Although, he's sure he doesn't need to be worrying.

The girl who'd caught Robins eye is small, feminine. She looks like a sweetheart and she keeps getting Robin flustered. They're cute together, clearly into eachother, and Steve couldn't be happier.

Even sat alone, feeling completely out of place and a little uncomfortable, seeing Robin able to flirt with someone so openly is… he just feels relieved.

He should have thought to bring her here sooner.

"Hey there." The man smiles when Steve flinches. It's a soft smile, kind. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, uh, I don't- I mean, uh-"

"Woah, don't panic. It's just a dance, right? You look uncomfortable is all and seeing you sat alone with your big fucking puppy dog eyes is just sad." He gently nudges Steves chin up when he tries to look down, feeling awkward. His finger lingers a little, brushing along his jaw. "You don't wanna have a fun night out? I won't be offended if you say no."

And, ok, Steve's a little tipsy. He's sure he'd never agree if he were sober- it wouldn't have felt fair. The guy is clearly attracted to him, not even trying to hide the way he's eyeing him.

But Steve's buzz is more annoying than pleasant and dancing does sound fun. So he agrees, accepts the hand offered and lets the guy pull him into the crowd.

The guy keeps his distance. Anytime the crowd jolts Steve toward him, he steps back the same amount, keeping a solid foot between them. But he's grinning, yelling jokes over the music, unabashedly dancing like an idiot.

It's great, it's fun. Steve can't stop grinning, stomach starting to ache with how much he's been laughing.

Eventually, a slower song comes on, stronger sexual undertones. The guy (Eddie, he'd leant in to tell Steve when asked, explaining that he knew Steve because they used to be in the same year as in Hawkins) shrugs, pulling an exaggerated face that screams 'what-can-you-do'. He's turning away.

But Steve grabs his wrist, Eddie looking back with raised eyebrows.

"This alright then, pretty boy?" He asks after stepping in close. His hands rest low on his hips.

Steve nods, flushing. He automatically puts his hands on his shoulders, letting Eddie lead him through a weirdly intimate sort of slow dance. And Steve is suprised to find himself… into it? He's not sure.

He feels less tipsy, so he can't blame the easy blushes or the way his stomach flips on the alcohol. There's no excuse for how he's started looking at Eddie either, paying a little too much attention to the way he moves, how his hands feel when they slowly start to wonder.

He gently brushes Eddies hair out the way without thinking, tucking it behind his ear so he can see the tattoo on his neck. Eddie tilts his head slightly, baring his neck a little more. When he glances up, Eddie is watching him, curiously.

"Hate to sound pressumptious," he drawls, taking a small step forward so their chests are pressed together, "but it feels like you're making moves on me, big boy."

"What if I am? What happens then?"

"Maybe I'd ask if you're sober enough to drive or if we need to call a cab." He leans back a little when Steve moves to kiss him. He hums, smirking. "Or maybe I'd ask for your number. I'm a classy lady, Harrington; what if I don't put out on the first date?"

"I've never said no to a challange."

Eddie barks out a laugh, loud enough to startle some of the people swaying beside them. "As if."

"What? You're like... pretty."

"Pretty," he repeats, rolling his eyes. "People know I'm a fag, Steve. Even being seen with me like we're 'just friends' would fucking ruin you."

"Your point?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna put money on that?"

Eddie eyes him for a second, his derision melting into curiosity. "You want to make a bet on whether you'll date me or not?"

"Why not? One of us wins money in a bet, we both score a date, and-"

"I thought you were straight."

"Yeah, me too. But I don't think straight guys think about you like I am, right now."

Eddie steps back, considering. It's a long, tense, moment before he finally sticks his hand out. Steve quickly shakes his hand, grinning.

"You've got yourself a deal."

[infinite-orangepeel]

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last week, i underwent something very traumatic during an argument with my father in which he physically attacked me.

he was also incredibly verbally abusive, manipulative, & tried to convince my mom & sister that i had attacked him/that it was my fault (they don’t believe him, thankfully).

the point is—i no longer feel physically, mentally, or emotionally safe living here.

however, as things currently stand, it would be very difficult for me to leave bc i’m not making nearly enough to support myself.

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[lavenderstobins]

robin and nancy have a short-lived fling before they go off to college. the thing is— it’s too fresh for both of them. robin wakes up screaming for steve and triggers nancy’s own panic. nancy can’t bear to lose someone else she loves so has moments of turning cold. they leave for college, and gradually they lose contact.

nancy goes to boston, to emerson, follows her dreams of journalism. she goes alone. she tries to lose herself in college parties, and it doesn’t work at first, but it gets easier and easier with time. she finds herself feeling happy again for the first time in years. she feels safe. 

robin goes to california, to stanford. steve moves with her, and eddie with him, so the three of them get an apartment together. despite robin juggling a double-major and a part time job, she can finally breathe again. 

a couple of years later, long since they’ve both graduated, robin and nancy bump into each other again. they’ve changed a lot: nancy’s hair is short, cut to her chin, no longer permed, and she has several tattoos on her arms. robin’s hair is longer, tied up in a loose bun, and she’s more tanned than nancy remembers. nancy isn’t a journalist, to robin’s surprise. no, nancy found her joy in creative writing instead, at mike’s recommendation. she’s working on a young adult series about a group of teenager— part time mystery solvers, part time monster hunters.

“like scooby doo,” robin jokes, and nancy hides a smile. 

“like us,” she says, and then pauses. “are we— were we mystery inc?” 

“oh, you were absolutely velma,” robin says. “if velma had guns, anyway.” 

“velma should’ve been given a gun,” nancy agrees, and this time she grins.

nancy finds out that robin’s an english teacher, now. she still lives with steve and eddie, although they have a house together now, no longer a small apartment. they have a cat, and a garden, and they’re all happy there. happier than they ever thought they could be.

it’s been years since they left hawkins, since they stopped talking, but they fall easily back into conversation. like they never left. they exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch. this time, they stick to it. this time, they fall for each other, slowly but surely. they’re not the traumatised teenagers they used to be. they’ve lived, and they’ve grown, and they’ve found themselves. 

nancy wheeler kisses robin buckley for the first time in years in the rain, outside her own apartment, when they’re both soaked to the bone and shivering. then she kisses her again in her hallway, and again on the stairs, and again in her bedroom. she remembers the parts she’s missed, and learns the parts that are new. they do this again, and again, and again. 

when robin wakes up screaming, nancy holds her, murmuring soft assurances. when nancy freezes up, robin takes her hand and squeezes it, grounding her. 

for a second time, nancy wheeler and robin buckley fall in love. 

this time, it works out for them.

[bakwaaas]

how am i doing? oh I’m fine except i’m in a constant state of nostalgia and sentimentality over everyone I’ve ever loved and every age I’ve ever been and every phase of my life and every job I’ve worked and I’m constantly missing people and places that I can never go back to but it’s cool it’s fine

[lemonandsageadvice]

Reblog to send care packages to our troops on the front lines (ao3 volunteers) in their fight against this eminent threat (DDoS attacker).

[alchemistc]

Shout-out to Ao3 for not only being transparent in the work they're doing to try to get the site running, but for IMMEDIATELY calling out any islamophobia. They're doing fucking WORK rn, all on a volunteer basis, and while most of the comments I've seen are far and away supportive I just know whoever is in charge of their socials is watching the comments section unfold with a migraine.

Anyway this is all to say I love Ao3 and the people working on it rn are dealing with absolute chaos, so the next time someone throws out a line about "why do they need a fundraiser every year" please remember today.