G.M.

Italy,🌈, She/her. Cadere dall'alto è meglio che cadere nell'oblio. Lo pensano tutti, anche Dio.

[whatcannotbesaid-shallbewept]

Love between women - The Testaments, Mrs Dalloway, House Of The Dragon, Mrs Dalloway, House Of The Dragon, Emily Dickinsons Poetry, Neapolitan Novels by Elena Ferrante, My Brilliant Friend, Emily Dickinsons letters, Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

[antlered-vixen]

If you are a westerner celebrating Khamenei's death in my face you're getting insta-blocked. No one hates the man more than me. The "Islamic revolution" brought about the death penalty for queer men like me. It kicked out atheists, leftists, intellectuals like my mother and grandfather who had fought hard, taken up arms for a fairer Iran; it cannibalised that same rebellious youth that had overthrown the previous government and took over a movement that was not its own. The regime is corrupt, cruel and self-serving. But the complete, absolute impunity with which, without casus belli, openly just because "it's too good an opportunity not to take it", without even official war declaration, the US and Israel just waltz into any country they choose and kill anyone they choose (or arrest, as in Venezuela), and well, sometimes a "pre-emptive strike" might kill dozens of primary school girls --- this is not something to celebrate. It's a decaying, corpse-imperialism reduced to its most naked, short-sighted, violent world-wide bullying. A naked fist fucking the world to its pleasure. If you for a moment think anything justifies that, or that "it'll be for the best", you're not just naive, you're privileged and blind to the point it becomes indinstiguishable from evil.

[youhavethesun]

You did it. You killed me.

[slaymaster-general]

some truly iconic fuffy edits

[redflagsandbanners]

"I... dropped out", Nancy finally tells them.

"Knew it!" She grins, when she exclaims it. Laughs on the crappy camping chair. Drinks from the cup of vodka in her hand and forgets to flinch at the burn. Nancy watches her smile and doesn't know how so many years passed by like this. Nancy watches as Robin salutes a silly gesture with the red cup and says; "You're a NAVY Seal".

Nancy doesn't manage to bite her tongue on time. "CIA, actually".

They laugh but, for the very first time, Nancy catches the way the hearty chuckle doesn't reach Robin's eyes.

"Look out for that charm, Harrington", Robin laughs without missing a beat and, for the very first time, Nancy is able to decipher the way attention is manipulated off of Robin.

"Ah, she can try, but the students cannot beat the master", Steve is grinning at Nancy, but Nancy doesn't dare take her eyes off of the woman sitting on the other side of the cooler.

The woman who glances at her and goes slightly stiff when she finds Nancy still staring. The woman Nancy has bled with and laughed with and cried with; the girl Nancy needed to survive a war that might be over for them, but continues on in the shadows of two counties silently battling for dominance across the planet, in space, in the dimensions in-between.

Robin's eyes grow anxious, but something in her limbs goes steady. "Do we need to talk?"

Nancy tips her head to the side. "We do".

Robin's hand softly swings the cup round and round, for the drink to swirl in the cup. "You should know I have a gun too".

Steve and Jonathan burst into laughter, but Robin doesn't smile. Robin keeps looking at Nancy with a steady gaze and a worried tilt at the edge of her mouth.

Nancy nods, once. "Are you wearing a wire?"

Something changes in Robin's eyes. A warmth appears, a look Nancy had grown to learn and trust. Seems as a pressure internally settles on Robin's chest, leaving her breathless, lips parting just so and eyes darting around a bit more worried. She doesn't look like a cornered animal, not yet. Nancy's chest tightens with - with - why did she ever expect she'd feel any different to sit here with her and -

"I've never", Robin whispers, her face flushed and eyes anxious, body slightly panicked. Her voice has dropped an octave, sounding raw. "Are you?"

Raw, like realizing Nancy has all the power here for the very first time. The betrayal's anger is aged old now, but it sparks a light of satisfaction at the sight of Robin licking her lips and looking around the roof, squinting at the horizon, as if expecting the entire american forces of the secret services to roll into Hawkins again.

But Nancy isn't here on anyone's orders.

"I'm not", she whispers and watches Robin fail to hide the bone-deep relief, hide the heart-wretching gratitude, shine with the soulful trust she always pretended they shared but never actually -

Nancy is so fucking stupid. The anger burns and fizzles out into smoke and lights up again, and Nancy really wants to grab two handfuls of Robin's overalls and -

"After you, Agent Wheeler", Robin stands and the boys jolt in surprise as they look from one girl to the other as if they are a tennis match.

"No". Nancy doesn't stand yet. Jerks her head toward the metallic ladder to the side of the building. "After you, Agent…?"

The blonde woman clenches her jaw because the hesitation signifies what they both know now. Cat's out of the bag, Nancy thinks but something in her chest clenches and thrashes in pain because here she is; the girl Nancy needed by her side to survive this war; the girl Nancy needed to heal with from the trauma the upside-down left them with; here she fucking is and Robin Buckley isn't even her real name.

Before Nancy can grab a hold of the bubbling despair, the boys move to stand. "Wait, wait, wait. What's happening?"

"Give us a minute", Nancy says, watching Robin- Robin? - walk backwards to the ladder with both hands in the overalls' pockets. Nancy stands as soon as the russian spy starts to climb down.

Following her is both the easiest and most challenging thing Nancy has ever done.

Robin's leaning against the wall when Nancy steps down. She dares to plead with a soft; "Nance…"

Nancy slams both hands on her shoulders, grabbing those handfuls of her overalls to press her further against the wall. Nancy snarls in her face; "Don't you dare call me that".

Robin flinches just so, but doesn't fight her. Instead, two hands wrap a firm hold on the lapels of Nancy's suit jacket, keeping them close. Too close. Close enough for Nancy to spot specks of green in the deep blue of her eyes.

"I'm still me", Robin whispers but Nancy scoffs right at her face. She frowns, as if she has a right to look sad. "You know me, Nancy".

"Do I?" Each word makes Nancy angrier, makes an ache deepen in the middle of Nancy's chest.

"Yes", Robin pulls at Nancy's clothes, bringing them closer and at the back of Nancy's mind, a trainer is advising her to keep distance between herself and the mark, for freedom of movement and full control of reaching the weapon. The gun is hanging at her side and Robin's hand is now too close to reaching it. Would be faster too. Nancy is so -

"I'm still Robin", the russian woman says and Nancy is the one flinching now. "That's the name I've had since I was eleven. That's the name I've had when I loved Steve, when I met the kids, when I fe -" Robin is shaking now "-I'm still me".

Her hands curl tighter around Robin's overalls, angrily. "How can you say that? You betrayed us".

"When?" Robin's eyes are intense. "When, Nancy?" Her voice cracks.

Nancy shoves her against the wall again. "When I found out from a fucking suit!"

"I'm sorry, I should have -"

"Yes, you should have!" Nancy hates the way the words scratch their way out of her throat. "How do you think I felt? How do you -"

"Nancy…"

"No. God, no. I don't want to hear you. I don't want to look at you -" Nancy doesn't loosen her hold but "-why are you back here?"

Robin slowly lets go of the lapel of Nancy's jacket, only to reach up and let her fingertips brush back a rebellious strand of Nancy’s short hair. Nancy doesn't want to - "Same reason you are".

"No, I'm here for my brother's graduation and -"

"No, you are not". Robin drops both hands to softly push some distance between them. "I have a feeling we have the same information, right?" Robin looks around with a light frown. "Intel about this… weight over the town. Like gravity is a bit off. Reports that the people are also a bit…"

Nancy clenches her jaw, and steps back too. "Yeah".

Robin leans back against the wall. "KGB has a lead".

Nancy shakes her head and tries to burry the flatter in her chest. "I'm not working with you ever again".

"No?" Robin reaches into one of her pockets and Nancy takes a moment to remember she needs to tense up. But Robin just brings out a piece of paper that shows the map of the town marked by a wide spiral, which has a center right at Hawkins Lab.

Nancy snatches it off her. "What's your real name?"

Robin's eyebrows go up. Her hands burry further into her pockets. She ducks her head as if mournful and Nancy aches to step back close.

"I told you. Robin is the only name that matters".

[stardial]

missing someone is crazy because you’ll have dreams that r like “we went on a nice walk together :)” and you’ll wake up feeling like you’re gonna throw up

[nancywheelermybeloved]

Ronance fic recs? 🫶

oh absolutely!!

this got long but i'm happy to recommend more - i haven't added any incomplete works to this list

i will always recommend anything by @eskawrites

my favourites though are

the series thriving in the apocalypse

one-shot you're the reason that i'm hanging on

but there are so many good ones!

@freezeveganpolice also has a lot of good ones!

Monster of the Week is an incredible x-files au

Pas de Quatre is a beautiful nancy character study

(also special shout out to the pacific rim au because drift compatibility)

@dufrau has many great fics

(We Took That Holy Ride) Ourselves To Know the bigfoot universe is incredible

Entirely On Purpose and According To Plan is another of my favourites

and now i'll go with just random ones

It's a Bad Idea and I'm All About It @categorical-mouse

shenanigan one-shot

Good Grief @fastcardotmp3

nancy wheeler character study one-shot

shut up and kiss me, hold me tight

live in the same building au one-shot

and if the lights are all down @lavenderstobins

short series based on events from 'one way or another'

Come to My Window

series inspired by the song by melissa etheridge

Emerson

college one-shot

(lookin' at you) got me thinkin' nonsense

one-shot au that makes me laugh

Tuesday's grey, and Wednesday too

radio host short series

what was lost is now found

heartbreaking spiderman au one-shot

Truth or Truth, Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourties) @smileweakandwrong

a game to confess your feeling one-shot, an adorable series

Meet Ugly

a meet cute au

the stairs creak as you sleep (it's keeping me awake) @redflagsandbanners

nancy dealing with getting vecna'd short series

The Bunker

post s4 short series

[kristina100000]

the only thing you should care about is getting stronger arms and a stronger back nothing else matters

[starjasmines]

women matter.

[kristina100000]

sorry

[elliebaiana]

posting here too *-*

[curtwilde]

Bisan says that among all the aid organisations working in North Gaza right now, Ele Elna Elak is one of the most effective, geared towards resolving the water scarcity and making clean water and vegetables available to Gazans.

Donate if you can and share.

[bakwaaas]

I miss the days when you could see a cool image and didn’t have to analyse it to see if it’s actually AI

[mutant-what-not]

[whovienne]

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

tylenol realizing they're about to get a huge settlement from the US government and get some halfway-decent PR when the last thing we all knew about them was the murders

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

are the tylenol murders not public knowledge

[quixoticanarchy]

the hours between 8-11pm should be reusable. optional mini time loop you can rewind and start over if you had more tasks to do or another book to read or the first three hours hanging out w your friend weren’t enough

[fatemagaza2005-deactivated20250]

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[eileendiab1-deactivated20250517]

Urgent Emergency!! 🚨🚨🚨

Eileen and her family have come under attack by Israeli occupation forces (the Israeli army)❗

The occupation forces are currently bombing the area with gas canisters, and it is likely that they will begin shooting or shelling at any moment! 😞💔

The family is trying to escape, but three of its members suffer from physical disabilities. Adam, her 13-year-old son, has a head condition that limits his mobility.

Ala'a, her 20-year-old daughter, is unable to use her leg due to a previous injury caused by an earlier attack by the occupation forces. 💔

As for Eileen herself, she suffers from severe back pain, which makes it very difficult for her to move. 💔

Shaimaa, her 18-year-old daughter, is doing everything she can to help the family escape. 🥹💔

Eileen’s father, , lives with them in the tent.

He is 70 years old and sustained serious injuries during the war ، He has diabetes and was injured in a nearby bombing, which resulted in damage to his chest, shoulder, and right eye. He is in dire need of urgent surgery to regain his sight in it again.

Her mother She lost her life due to lack of treatment and hunger, as she was a cancer patient. May God protect us and you.

The family urgently needs transportation to escape, but it costs around $904 USD.

The situation is extremely dangerous and sensitive! We don’t know what the occupation forces are planning, and any delay could be fatal! 💔

Please share the family’s campaign and donate if you can! 🙏🏻💔💔

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