* @enternecers prompted: ❝ i doubt i’ll sleep much tonight. that’s okay. i just feel like looking at the stars for a while. ❞ / nancy
this cabin had become a sort of focal point through the apparent end of times . . . a safe haven, supposedly. it’s one of the few places that felt normal . . . the kids were together ( when visiting hours ended & the ground would quake, there was a single place that maintained dwindling hope ). had shown to pick dustin up & take him home but didn’t have the heart to wake the kid up . . . was rare these days that he saw him look unburdened by what the previous weeks had left them all with. hopper in his somewhat less than welcoming near round about way offered to let him stay, to save him the drive back in the morning & there was temptation in that ( eyelids growing heavier with each blink . . . forgot how long it had been since he slept more than a few hours restlessly strung together ). gave it the college try . . . failure was imminent if he thought hard enough about it. a sweater shrugged on before seeking out fresh air, the chill a welcomed opposite against overheated skin. eyes widen a fraction at the sight before him, has half a mind to turn around . . . but the other half carries his bare feet forward, wooden planks creaking underneath his weight leading him right to her ( story of his life ).
❛ nance . . . hey, earth to nancy. ❜ almost voices the panic that creeps up his throat & buries itself in his tone, half expected to find her with eyes rolled back & he couldn’t handle that again, not her ( still hadn’t processed the terror that caused knees to buckle at the very real possibility of losing her ). can still feel the light weight of her in his arms, his hand cradling her face as he gave her promises of okay that he had no right delivering ( one thing would ring true, if she needed him . . . he’d be right there ). lowers himself to her level, knees pulled toward his chest while his gaze never wavered, carefully examining the lines of her profile while her eyes remained fixated on the sky above ❛ what are you doing out here ? ❜ somehow their paths intertwined like the hive that existed below them, sought her out without consciously knowing ( thrust back into her orbit by a pull he’d given up fighting against . . . she had always been there ). nods cautiously at her words, finally daring to follow where her gaze had remained, stars twinkling in a way that almost allowed them to forget the smoke that billowed just over the tree line.
it wasn’t uncomfortable, the silence that dragged on, a gratitude hidden just under the surface to have stolen time with her ( with everything going on . . . the world falling apart around them . . . hardly seemed like the time to consider revisiting the past ). ❛ y’know you can talk to me, right ? about . . . whatever . . . ❜ one of the few who could understand the toll required to pay for their survival ( some of them hadn’t ). all he did know was that other than robin . . . nancy was the only other who quieted the chaos that swirled ( on the days it felt like it was gonna rip him to shreds ). ❛ or we could just sit here . . . try to like find o'reilly’s belt or something. ❜ gesturing to the mess of lights that were supposed make up some sort of image ( wasn’t exactly skilled in seeing the bigger picture ). lips tilt in a semblance of a grin his former self wore, if he couldn’t do anything for himself . . . the least he could do was attempt to provide comfort to her, peel back the layers & see underneath where she was hiding from all of them. they got each other in that way . . . instead of sitting on opposing sides, a mirror reflected similarities now that they had grown from the kids that had hopelessly drowned in his parent’s pool that night.
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National Women's Trade Union League
The Women's Trade Union League was founded in Boston in 1903 during the annual convention of the American Federation of Labor. In 1907 its name became the National Women's Trade Union League of America. Local branches were organized within a year in Boston, Chicago and New York.
The League sought to counter the exploitation of working women by organizing them into trade unions and by securing protective legislation regulating their hours and working conditions and setting minimum wage standards. The three main goals of the League were the organizing of women workers, education and legislation. Its dual membership of working and middle class women made the WTUL unique among social reform organizations of its day. The WTUL established the first residential workers' education program in the U.S. in Chicago in 1914, the Training School for Women Organizers.
As the League's president from 1907 to 1922, Margaret Dreier Robins guided the WTUL through the period of its most active work. Among her close associates were several working class women who served as officers of the national or local Leagues, including Leonora O'Reilly, Agnes Nestor, and Mary Anderson. After 1922, working women took over the leadership; Rose Schneiderman, a veteran leader of strikes in the needle trades, served as national president from 1926 to 1950.
Collection 5690mf contains the Women's Trade Union League Papers on Microfilm.
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The Sun: Mad Sweeney - American Gods
Mad Sweeney x friend!reader, romantic
At a coffee shop, you annoy Sweeney and he snaps so you drag him outside where he confesses.
Part of @dragon430′s Tarot Troop, edited by her as well.
Requested by @dreamers-wonderland - /knee slides in The Sun with Mad Sweeney?????
CW: Mentions of potential violence and you annoying the fuck out of Sweeney.
Word count: 1.1+ K
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“O, O, O'REILLY’s AUTO PARTS!” You yell at the top of your lungs right into Mad Sweeney’s ear. Personally, you would have preferred to do the Red Robin jingle, but you did that yesterday and needed new material.
Mad Sweeney, more than a little hungover, groaned. “It’s too fucking early, Y/N. Go away, you chaotic fuck.” He tried to snuggle back into the sofa, but you had other plans.
You sucked in your lips, trying not to smile. “OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! Dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow. OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG!”
“ALRIGHT, WILL YA QUIT YER YAPPIN’ ALREADY?” Sweeney shouted, snapping his head to the side, his upper body still resting on the sofa.
You snickered and smiled at him.
“Yer a menace, N/N,” he said. “A right fuckin’ menace.”
“It’s a glorious day, my redheaded friend! We should do something!” You bounced around, pulling at his jacket. “We could go to the park and throw bread at people who try to feed bread to the ducks! Or go for a swim in a public fountain! Or maybe-”
Sweeney cut you off. “It’s too fuckin’ early for this. I need a fuckin’ drink before we do anything at all.”
“It’s also too early in the mornin’ for that,” you said.
Sweeney groaned and face-planted back into the sofa. You, being you, started poking his face.
“Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney.” Between every call of his name, you poked him. “Sweeeeeeeneeeeey.”
You didn’t know when this started. When you’d started bothering him at every turn, just, generally, being chaotic and troublesome. But it sure was funny. And if he really hated it, he could just walk away.
Sweeney groaned and turnt his head. “I need fuckin’ coffee before I start dealin’ with ya, ya fuckin’ cunt.”
You grinned and bopped his nose.
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“OH, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! Oh, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! She’ll be drivin’ six white horses--”
Sweeney clamped a hand over your mouth.
Wetting your tongue with as much saliva as possible, you start sticking your tongue out into his hand repeatedly, licking it like a cat licks their water bowl.
He pulled his hand away in disgust. It looked like he was getting ready to smack you.
“What the fuck is wrong with ya?” He asked. “Seriously? Why the fuckin’ hell would ya do that? I swear, yer battier than a fuckin’--”
An old lady with white hair muttered something. It was just loud enough for you to listen. “Big man like that. He oughta be ashamed of himself. Yellin’ at someone so sweet and innocent looking. Oh, that poor--”
He had enough of everyone in that moment. “How ‘bout you spend a day in my fuckin’ shoes. Deal with this--” he said, pointing at you. “--Little fucker for a day.”
The old lady glared at him then gestured to you. “They’re just a sweet, innocent little thing. And, you,” she said, pointing at him. “Are a brute.”
“Yeah, I’m sweet and innocent,” you said. The opportunity to fuck with him was right there. Of course, you’d take it.
Your false words fueled Sweeney’s rage. “Ya want a brute, I’ll show ya a brute!” He tried to get at the old lady, lunging forward and all that.
You were barely able to pull him back. “Nope, sorry, Sweeney, not today.” You push him toward the door and look back at the lady. “He’s a mess without his cuppa joe in the mornin’, ya know?”
As you meet Sweeney in the parking lot, you realize he isn’t just his usual angry. The look on his face screamed murder.
“Sweeney, come on, it was just a joke,” you said. “I know I’m not sweet and innocent, and you know I just do things to piss you off.”
“Ya do a lot more than piss me off! Ya make my life a living fuckin’ Hell, actually.” He neared you, a vein popping out of his neck. “I have no fuckin’ clue why da fuck I even hang ‘round you most of the time. Ya drive me fuckin’ mad, Y/N. Mad!” The tall man turnt his back to you and ran his hands through his hair. He seemed to be caught up in his thoughts as he stared into the sky. “It’s those stupid fuckin’ eyes, innit? And that laugh and smile.” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s just every fuckin’ thing about you.”
“What are you talking about, Mad?” You asked.
He looked over his shoulder at you. “You don’t see it, do you?” He asked. “You have no fuckin’ clue.”
“See what?”
“That I love you.”
Your jaw dropped. ‘When did that happen?’ You thought.
Then you thought back to this morning and remembered him staring at you as you rambled about the things you could do together. Then about the night prior and how he had called you on a payphone, asking you to come get him, and how he had fallen into your arms, nuzzling his head into your neck. It was sweet, and you had laughed, finding his action funny. You continued thinking about the past. About how he’d slip his hand into yours when he could. How he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t looking. How he’d call you late at night or just show up at your place whenever. It was so obvious now.
“Oh,” you whispered. “OH!”
Sweeney looked away, ashamed.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You asked.
He shrugged.
You started moving side to side with a smirk, acting like you were dancing like Rick Astley. “We’re no strangers to looove. You know the rules and so. Do. Iiiii. A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of--” You sang before Sweeney stopped you.
Instead of putting his hand over your mouth again, he pulled you into a kiss, hands gripping your jacket. The force and passion behind it was intoxicating. You kissed back, setting your hands on his sides.
When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and panted. The connection was nice, calming in a way.
“Y/N, don’t ya fuckin’ start with me,” he whispered.
You laughed. “Well, I’m happy. You?”
Sweeney looked at you, a slight smile on his face and kindness (or was it love? You couldn’t tell) in his eyes. “I’m very fuckin’ happy,” he said. “But will ya please not be so fuckin’ annoyin’?”
“Nope!” You grinned, mischief on your mind.
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ROBIN O’REILLY
Son of Skylar and Akira; brother of Willow and Lionel; father of Peter, Georgina, Valerie, and Imogen; grandfather of Catherine and Peyton.
Holder of the squeamish, childish, and ambitious traits. Master of the fitness, writing, charisma, parenting, dancing, video gaming, comedy, wellness, handiness, cooking, and gourmet cooking skills.
I’ve literally never played one Sim for as long as I have Robin here, so this, uh... this kinda hurts. I’m so glad I decided to pick this man-child as heir though, because he ended up being so much fun to mess around with.
Thank you, Robin, for honestly just being one of the funniest and most entertaining Sim I’ve ever had the honor of playing. I’ll miss ya, buddy. <3
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