#Feb. 6

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Children and nurses at the Brooklyn Nursery and Infants Hospital listen to a radio that was donated to the hospital the previous Christmas, February 6, 1925. The facility was administered by the Salvation Army.

Photo: Underwood Archives/Getty Images

[kosalus]

everybody knows that teeth are where your heart was, love

you can get the prints in red or gray

[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Creo te equivocaste de opositor a vencer, la lucha es contigo no con quien te ama.

Amaretto

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Flashing gifs // Alexander Skarsgård – 68th Annual Directors Guild of America Awards – Los Angeles, 6 Feb ’16.  WMTV, Y/T (x)

[heavenly10]

Tomoko Kawase as her alter ego, Tommy February6.

[usaigi]

Continuation of the Ziwe MCU AU where Ziwe interviews superheroes

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc at Yas Marina Circuit (February 6, 2023). 📸: roberto.viva

[tracybirds]

FFF entry for Scott, riff off the prompt "quiet" aka give Scott some!thank you @gumnut-logic for both the prompts and the readthrough :)

Scott massaged his forehead, fingers moving without thought to the pressure points that would relieve the building tension. It was already too late, the headache blooming behind his eyes, and he leaned back with an involuntary groan.

“It’s too early for this,” he whispered to himself, the words half an admonishment and half coaxing him upright. “Come on, Tracy, keep going. Only…”

A glance at his watch sent Scott’s heart sinking.

He slumped forward, cradling his head in his hands, wondering if it was too late to call off the company address.

A shadow fell across the desk.

“Hey.”

It was all Scott could do not to flinch away from the sound.

There was a beat of blissful silence, before he heard the soft rustle of his brother crouching next to him.

“Scott, you don’t need to stay for this,” said John, his voice pitched low. “I was just coming to say goodbye, come back with us.”

Scott let loose a chuckle. “John, I think an eight hour flight with Gordon and Alan might actually kill me.”

“You could hide in the cockpit,” offered John, with a small smile.

Scott shook his head, closing his eyes against the wooziness.

“’M alright, Johnny,” he said. “Just need some quiet.”

“And a nap.”

“At nine in the morning?”

John shrugged. “Never stopped me. Are you saying you don’t want to go back to bed?”

“Yeah,” agreed Scott amiably. “I could sleep for a year still.”

His eyes stayed closed as John clasped his shoulder, the vibration shaking him down to his bones as John stood and moved into the other room.

Cupboards shut with muffled bangs and the tell-tale rattle of John rifling through the first-aid kit filled Scott’s ears and mind, too far gone to focus on anything other than immediate sensation.

With a great effort, Scott pulled himself to his feet, his muscles protesting their role in holding him upright against the immense weight of his own limbs.

“Here,” said John, handing him a glass of water and some pills. “Painkillers and anti-nausea. You’ll need it for the flight.”

“I’m not getting on the plane,” mumbled Scott. “I have to stay here.”

“They don’t need you,” said John.

The bluntness sent Scott reeling but before he could string together an objection John spoke again, his soft voice refusing all argument.

“You said you’d do it different to Dad.”

Scott’s gaze sharpened, the quick of his breath and the blood pumping waking his body faster than any medication.

“Dad did his best.”

“He did,” agreed John.

What John didn’t say meant almost as much as what he did say, but Scott didn’t have the capacity to puzzle out his meaning.

A vein pulsed in his temple, a dull pain echoing between his ears.

“Alright, I’ll come,” he said, reaching for John.

John slung Scott’s arm around his shoulder.

“Glad to have you."

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Duke of Windsor was staying at the Waldorf Astoria on February 6, 1952, when word came that his brother, King George VI, had died. The hotel lowered the American and British flags to half-staff in the late king's honor.

Photo: Anthony Camerano for the AP

[tallymonster]

Personal shit under cut.

Today would have been my mom's 67th birthday.

I miss her lots and I'm a crying mess right now but I just wanted to let these feelings out and not hold it in because I feel like she would be mad that I'm stopping my life because she's dead. I can hear her in my head saying "ay mija, stop letting the world pass you by. Enjoy your life." At the same time though I know she would be saddened to know that my life has kept moving without her. I mean I got married exactly a month after she died.

Anyway, all this dumping to say I miss my mom.

Now to share a story about her.

We took this picture in 2001 at the opening of DCA in Anaheim. Most of the rides were closed cuz it was raining, not the carousel tho. We rode that thing like 3 times in a row, maybe more. She held my hand because this was after we went to see "it's tough to be a bug" and the damn show scared the hell out of me because I was 9 and afraid of spiders and roaches. She always held my hand whenever I was scared. I held her hand throughout her illness and even when I painted her nails for her funeral. The last picture I have with her is holding her hand before we said goodbye the last time.

I hope that wherever she is, she's happy, not in pain, and with her family. She had a hard life, and an even harder last 8 years. She was my sun and moon. She was my best friend, my comfort, and my mommy. I don't know how many people have been lucky to have a loving mom like her, but I can definitely say I was one of them.

[icedamericanowithmehr]

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@goldennavenue archive moodboard 1 (feb & mar '24)

[obstinaterixatrix]

Nishi Uko's Collectors is about two women in a relationship who disapprove of each other's spending habits - they both collect their favorite items…

happy femslash february, here's a 2 volume 4koma series about a woman who loves books and a woman who loves fashion. it's established relationship slice of life with adult women who bicker a lot

it’s a very ‘mature’ series, in that it focuses a lot on the mundane day-to-day ups and downs of a relationship between women in their mid-20s. there's also a lot of focus on their friendships

the series intermittently breaks the 4koma format when there’s a flashback, it’s interesting how that affects the tone and atmosphere

at one point there was a pretty long gap between chapter releases, so even though it’s a series from 2009 the translation actually finished somewhat recently—I was super excited when it started updating again. it’s very charming, good for anyone who wants pure slice-of-life

[mikeywayarchive]

Yokohama Arena // Feb 6th 2011 // Teppei

[pivziksixdude]

"FEB. 6th Mew gave birth." Happy birthday, Mewtwo!

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