#*adrienne

[heat-pics]

Adrienne aka Belinda A

[monzterzack]

grampa grampa grampa!

feat my besties own grampa/grandson combo!

[devdas5z]

Adrienne

[godzillabreath]

Can’t sleep 🌿

[greendayauthority]

"I met Green Day for the first time at a house party in Dinkytown. A friend of mine invited me to a party on the Fourth of July. So I went with my boyfriend at the time to check out the bands. I saw a couple songs, then we left to watch fireworks. The next day they played The Varsity. I ended up going to that show, too. My friend, Erica, introduced me to the guys that day. I wouldn't say they were famous. I mean, I went to a lot of shows… saw a lot of bands. They were just another band. This was the first time they played Minnesota."

— Adrienne Armstrong

[atlas-prime]

your last art post was over a year ago. any new work?

Mostly DnD characters

[federer7]

Adrienne and Zion. Water Valley, Mississippi. 2019

Photo: Carolyn Drake

[cxffncase]

in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part

[noelleofwaterdeep]

The headache was back. The bile in her throat.

She killed her.

The body was mutilated. This thing inside of her, it was happy, as if the body were a display.

A smile crept upon her face. No, no, she should feel guilty.

Right?

But, oh, looking at that poor bard, it felt so good.

Adrienne sat in front of the fire later that night. Trying, just trying, to remember anything from the night before. The questions swam around her head, causing her to grow dizzy. She placed her head in her hands, clawing at her face.

“You know, I don’t care that you killed the bard, but you could have been more subtle about it” Astarion said as he approached. Her ears felt so full, she hadn’t even heard him stalking toward her.

She glanced up at him, eyes wide. Her companions had avoided her for most of the day aside from basic questions about their next steps in their tadpole-driven journey.

Although she wasn’t sure if she even wanted the company.

Turning her attention back to the fire, she whispered, “I don’t know what I did, Astarion.”

He sighed, taking a seat on the log beside her. “Then talk,” he demanded, softly. “You’ve been spasming and twitching the whole time I’ve known you. It’s time to explain yourself”

So she did.

The memory loss, the constant urge to kill, maim, and mutilate. The endless headache and waves of nausea only cured by the comfort of her own dark thoughts.

“Well darling, I would encourage you to embrace your true nature, but after I’ve seen what it’s capable of, well…” he paused, “let’s at least try to keep the sacrificial murders out of the camp”

She glared at him, her eyes burning hot with tears. She refused to let them fall.

“Astarion, I can’t.” She croaked.

She glanced back to the fire, trying to force the tears away. Her hands placed themselves back on her head, fingernails digging into her flesh. As if desperately clawing the urge out.

He let out a sigh, but to her surprise, he moved next to her, sitting on the dry dirt surrounding the fire.

They watched the flames in silence.

[nekromeowncer]

New character based off of my current Saints Row 4 character lol

(slightly more info on my th/af)

[bluuscreen]

drew my ghost hunter ocs as sonic characters before i’ve even done proper full body refs for their current designs lol

[monzterzack]

payphone - maroon five

[devdas5z]

Adrienne

[godzillabreath]

Adrienne and Charlotte ❤️‍🔥 silly lesbian characters shared with Jeannette

[greendayauthority]

"Adrienne would take a human sexuality class, and she started talking to me about this class, and for a kid that's 18, some woman about 21 years old talking to you about her human sexuality class… well, our conversations got pretty long."

— Billie Joe Armstrong on his early phone conversations with his wife Adrienne

[sharry-arry-odd]

Now, I understand that fear can be fun. I myself love roller coasters. That little flutter of anticipation when they lower the safety bar. That thrill when you fly around the big curve and you feel like this time it might really be out of control. The whole all-over-your-body sense of relief when it brings you safely home. But what does it say about us that so much of the entertainment we consume is about killing women? I want you to think about that. How is the murder of women fun? [PAUSE] You go to the big new thriller, you finish your popcorn, go out for dinner, talk about the plot twists with your friends, it's just another part of your evening out. But no one brings that woman safely home. Her body is left back there on the screen while everyone goes on with their lives. Let's think about what that means. Let's think about what's wrong with us.

The Final Girl Support Group, by Grady Hendrix