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"𝓘𝓷 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝔀"
-In Flanders Fields by John Mccrae
Today is the 80th anniversary of the D-Day invasion in Omaha Beach during World War 2. More than 70,000 American troops joined the allied forces for the dangerous and daring D-Day operation. Over 2,500 Americans were killed on D-Day itself and some 29,000 more in the Battle of Normandy that followed.
And today I've commemorated that fateful event with this piece and included poppies because a certain Peanuts special had mentioned both D-Day and a well known World War 1 poem (What Have We Learned, Charlie Brown?). Never forget.
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pankowtt · 1 year
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vacantvisage · 1 year
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Once I finish my current commission end of this year ill probably set up an Actual Portfolio and start doing more commissions etc
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Presidential candidates r wild like wtf is this selection
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flashbcaks · 7 months
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you know you're in too deep when you get invested in a three hour Shakespeare film 🥴
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pommy-granite · 7 months
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i had the most vicerally horrible dream tonight..dreamt that i had vines growing within my veins and i had to pull them out from under my skin and i could feel them sliding through my entire body very painfully.. when they came out they had thorns and unopened rosebuds on them
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yther · 1 year
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tfw a bitch will just not stay down
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gumiebearolicious · 1 year
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I feel like it’s a great time to remind everyone that my 80year old, cishet, ex-cop, grandpa is a bigger byler shipper then me, constantly asking when they are gonna kiss and he got genuinely upset at the end of season 4 because “I didn’t watch those two flirt for 4 seasons FOR NOTHING!”. He also waisted no chance to roast mike wheeler, repeatedly stating his parents clearly didn’t raise him right if he’s willing to treat his “boyfriend” like that, and every time Mike did something stupid in season 3 my grandpa would look at my grandma and say “god, I forgot how bad kids were”
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Sooooo… I’ve been not around and it’s thanks to health again. The medical poisoning that almost killed me a couple of years ago affected more than we thought and well Covid almost killed me in October too and I didn’t recover as good as I thought.
I’ve been struggling to work with shitty health care industry and insurance that doesn’t actually care about its patients and struggling with all that the symptoms and side effects that have been fucking me over with.
I’m also on more medication than my 80year old parents combined so that’s fun and been exhausting because I’m fairly delicate so the ‘may cause’ side effects tend to hit me
…a lot
@alxndrlightwoods has been really sick at the same time (all their disabilities and health issues also got worse after getting Covid) so any spoons I’ve had have been care taking for them, Nightshade and the rest of the House. I’ve barely been able to think let alone think about writing and it really fucking sucks. It also is incredibly hard to write when your partner is in so much pain and you can barely do anything to comfort them and barely anything to help.
I also have had a really bad year with accidents, cutting a finger tip off to the bone, and a fall that required an ambulance and had me unable to drive and experiencing side effects weeks later (I’m still struggling with some of them). My anxiety and agoraphobia are through the fucking roof after some truly horrendous social experiences and I’m at the point where even I can recognize the absurdity of some of my own paranoid delusions (that does not mean I can break them).
There’s been some other stuff but I feel like I’ve already hit TDLR. I’m kinda at a breaking point mentally tho which means I’m about to hit my limit of ‘not writing’. Because not taking the time or having the energy to write is pretty shit for my mental health and I miss it a lot. Also I just got off a med and we didn’t realize how much it was contributed to my brain fog and vertigo so, that’s some more awareness back!
Also Saeth is having an absolute fucking time of it going through withdrawals of a med that wasn’t helping enough (and weaning off this drug has been horrific for them and I hate that none of this or the awful side affects we didn’t know were attitudes to it were the last three years were mentioned when the dr suggested and prescribed it).
Uh actual TDLR:
Health and bodies are fucking bullshit. Saeth would like a refund on theirs and Lumine has the worst luck and is super clumsy.
Anxiety™️
Thank you to everyone who has sent any asks, reached out, asked how we are, said hi, left comments and just been here supporting me and the House. I really appreciate all of you and you remind me all the time of why I love writing so much.
🩵 Lumine
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rzyraffek · 1 year
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Oh, oh! I got one!
okay okay, so, don’t feel pressured to write this if you do t want to, but what about slashers (Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, anyone else you wanna add) with a s/o who gets really distracted? Like, in the middle of doing something that should be simple, they zone out and forget what they were doing. (I have really bad ADHD so that’s why I’m asking-)
like, they even have to remind their s/o to take medicine and just nudges to get them back on track-
idk, do what you will with that idea, and again, thank u for ur time!!
btw, u look amazing today!!
You too look amazing today! Thanks for request! Why is everyone so spooked of requesting, the worst thing I can do is not answer🥰
Slashers with s/o that gets distracted A LOT
Sinclair Vincent
Imagine, s/o is in Vince workplace first time, he probably wants to turn them into wax figure, he leaves room for one second to grab some tools. Boom s/o is just walking around judging his wax figurines
Mans gonna be like 🧍in corridor when they are just amused by how cute and pretty some of those lil figurines are🥰
After they get along, Vince really enjoys slow walks thrue gallery or just near area, cuz its very pretty and there's no Bo screaming like child
He saw some pretty leaves, he went to pick them up so he can show them to s/o. He turn around... where.. where are they??!?!? Huuh did they leave him?? Dude will be overthinking hard. But after few minutes of looking for them, they just kinda spawn behind him "hey vince look i found this cool as rocks and then I saw deer's and I kinda fallowed them to this dope river come see!"they just grab his hand and lead him :(tbh vince was this close to mental break down, now he always holds hands
Myers Micheal
My dude is about to buy one of those backpack leashes that some parents have. He's like 80years young, ain't no way he's going to run around city looking for some guy who just saw pretty butterfly and almost got hit by a car 5times.
To be honest they should be ones making sure he won't just walk of and get lost in Forest judging by his age
When he notice that s/o didnt take their daily medicine he just takes it and slams it on desk/table next to them or just throws it at them! Take the pills dummy!
S/o calling him 'heya mickey im lost pick me up' happends twice per week. Really s/o be more careful pls
Voorhees Jason
If you thought that Vincent panicked? Oh this guy will have mental breakdown, cry and then search whole place
In forests signal sucks so they can't call him and screams won't do much cuz echo and Jason is mute so he cant yell back anyways
He won't buy leash but he will hold their hand 24/7 nuh uh you cant go run after those deers, no you can't go swimming we know what happend in 1957
Now he has ptsd and evertime he wakes up and doesn't see s/o in his eyesight he instantly thinks that she's in difrent country or dead
Heelshire Brahms
This dude knows the whole mansion no way he loses them here right?
Jokes on you brahms they are already on the other side of it
Even tho they are in closed space, which is safe and very known to Brahms it doesnt stop his abandment issues and... idk he has a lot of issues tbh. No matter how long he knows s/o he's is 100% sure that they are trying to leave.
He will probably speed run thrue corridors screaming their name and he just stubbles across them just watching paitinings on walls "this you? You were ugly ass baby" "WHERE WERE YOU" "I saw funny rats and i wondered where they have secret cheese hideout" "rats?😰" (its a reference to my old fic where brahms was beaten up by rats and now hes spooked of them)
He has calendar with highlighted date everyday they have to take pills and how many so every morning when s/o wakes up they see his face like few centimetres away from theirs, with aggressive eye contact holding pills "it is time my love" " oh :("
I added brahms cuz hes goofy, have wonderful day person reading this!! And never be spooked to ask for headcanons! We love that
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kyletogaz · 7 days
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Honestly, you remind me of my great grandmother (in a good way) she had a very take-no-shit attitude and was a very badass 80year old lady Idk I guess I just needed more take-no shit in my life :)
(For reference I once watched her take a shot of Whiskey and shoot a mountain lion that had been scaring her dogs with her custom rainbow rifle she got after I came out😭)
lmaoo please this is so cute 🩵
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kse22chili · 3 months
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Hawaii.
While listening to “wayamaya” by lana del rey (lizzy grant) made me feel all good about summer. Here in my hometown is hot as fuck. And I’m dying from the heat; summer is hot and floral. Not floral as in “full of flowers” but the atmosphere of it. Like, singing country songs while running through the fields full of green and flowers, with the sun shining and hitting on my head; but I put a hat over my head and a pair of sunglasses, happy with what I have. My mother has brought me up this way: free and young. She says that we can be 80years old and still feel young and free. In fact, she had taught me to keep living through everything, either hard or easy. She has taught me to be easygoing, thoughtless and free; the most important part is to live the carpe diem or nocte diem. So, to live the present day; the “me” of today. Is it possible to be you when you want to be you? Yes.
So can I be free and easygoing, today? Of course.
The point is: be happy with what you have. You have little money, no worries. Live the little things you have around you. It’s not hard you know? I am writing this while being me. It’s summer and it’s hot as hell, but I keep on running through these fields of words; unknown words. Like me.
I might know who I am and how I am, but you don’t. Am I running now through your mind?
Oh yes I am.
I might be crazy but what I say is true.
Us, poets, have the right to control readers’ thoughts. We have a unique talent; dancing to elvis presley’s harmonies and putting words in a sheet paper. We are all set to follow the command of our creativity, which allows us to put words together and to bring the imagination of something impossible into your eyes.
And that’s why we are poets. We are big wave surfers living in the Wayamaya bay.
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More importantly people are shipping you with a chronologicallly like 80year old man hahahahahaaaa
jokes on them there was this really pretty lady named hannah who used to come in and play board games with me at the old hospital as like. community service or whatever and shes really pretty and i really like her and she is a lot better at battleship than i am but its ok cause she is so cool
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bluelimearg · 8 months
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Doodles of my sky friends <33
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(Even at 80years old she will still be my moth 😤)
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scottapez · 10 months
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so many good mollys and leafs this chapter.......ive been waiting 4 them 2 go on antics again for foreve.r............its been 80years..............................
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lavendette · 11 months
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On our last visit, my husbands Nan gave us Peter - her childhood teddy bear, over 80years old, who is dressed in my husband’s dad’s childhood clothing, including a cardigan knit by my husband’s Grampy’s mother. An immense honour. We love Peter. He was buckled up for safety on the trip home, and has found his for-now home on my husband’s bedside table. At some point he will have a forever home in a display cabinet with other cherished items, but for now he’s happy here.
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