#lightbrite

[juneyybee]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY SO YOU HAVE TO BE NICE TO ME :3

for my birthday i got a bunch of birthday wishes and- also- candy, stickers, and last but not least- a light bright~!

It came with Hello Kitty diagrams but- none of them where of my fav puppy ;v; i had to make my own~

Alsoooo here is my cupcake cake this year~

It came with 3 cupcakes and i even got doughnuts too~

Already such a wonderful day~

[wheelerwinemom]

::: Presenting: the Maple Street group chat (# phone meme) :::

( @wildcardwheeler, @mikewheelertm, @lightbrite )

[so-so-gay]

Does this remind anyone else of #lightbrite of the 80s. These colors remind me of it that era. #80s (at San Francisco Bay Area) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWkt-zWlSm8JA3E99fShKkYj9GWHboclL42irk0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[shaythinkslateatnight]

[adventuresofchick]

Chick is enthralled with the giant light brite at the Children’s museum! (at The Children’s Museum of Winston-Salem)

[withherwine]

"Holly," Karen's voice is soft as she steps into the doorframe, arms coming up after pushing the door open more to fold over her chest. She tilts her head and leans it into the frame along with her shoulder, crossing her legs at the ankle as she tried to be casual about this. @lightbrite wasn't a small little girl anymore, but she also wasn't a full on teen. She was still Karen's youngest and it was hard not to coddle, hard not to wrap her arms around her and protect her from the world. But to be fair to Karen, that's not what she was trying to do right now. No. She was trying her best to just understand and get a better idea of what was going on. This wasn't the first meeting she'd had with Holly's teachers and she was nervous it wouldn't be the last... and as much as the stress of it made the older Wheeler want to grab her wine bottle, she fought it. She needed to speak to Holly, needed to know-- understand, "Can we talk?"

♡

[mayfie1d]

— @lightbrite asked : you were in definite need of a rescue.

❛   i guess you could say that.   ❜ it's the first genuine smile max could even remember as of late which crests across her dried out lips. and in tandem , a feeling suprs within in she had long ago given up clinging to as the days dragged into one another within the cavern — hope. looking at holly , the drive illuminating her eyes , it's as if max can see herself within her. see that thirteen year old girl who didn't bask at the risk lucas offered her that day in the back of the arcade and jumped in headfirst into this twisted , messed up , world.

❛   but you gotta admit , at least i made it cozy.   ❜ mismatched trinkets gathered from what she could scavange when henry was away peppered each corner and wall of the cavern. bits that she envisioned would bring a warmth to her in this cold world she had been trapped in. but as much as max cherished some of the pieces , none could emulate what was left behind in the world beyond. a world that now seemed obtainable with the arrival of holly wheeler.

❛   has he ever told you where he goes when he leaves ?   ❜

[hiisheart]

❝ I’ve counted sheep, read books, stared at the ceiling… nothing works. ❞

⤷ sleep deprivation & poor sleep starters. ( @lightbrite )

❝ can't fall asleep? ❞ if that was his sister's predicament, mike knew exactly what that feeling was like. recently, a little more so than previously; when he returned to hawkins, things had significantly amped up in their intensity, and it seemed like no matter what he did he always seemed to end up with a foot in his world as well as that of the upside down. that was whenever he was trying to avoid military checkpoints and dead ends on his way to and from school, seemingly the only place he was allowed on his own during the waking hours of the day.

but he wasn't about to make this about him; this was holly, his younger sister. he didn't consider himself a particular whiz at science or biology, but he did know that it was probably more important for her to get a good night's sleep than it was for him.

❝ ... how about i tell you a story? ❞ he hoped the suggestion was welcome, that it didn't come across as too youthful or babyish for her. it might be a bit of a task for mike to come up with something that wasn't related to current events or dnd, but it might be nice for the two of them to revisit an activity they frequently took part in together when they were younger.

that was, if mom or dad or nancy hadn't stolen the opportunity beforehand.

❝ maybe that'll help you get to sleep. ❞ he approaches the edge of his sister's bed, taking a seat right at the very end. he wasn't in holly's room very often, but whenever he was in here he had to take a moment to appreciate the collections of knicknacks and arts and crafts materials he saw littered about, almost as if the room belonged to a dedicated collector and artist. holly reminded mike of artists. her aesthetic was artsy, and she was usually seen fiddling with something or another in her hands like one.