#70s greaser

[w1tchcr4ftt]

I need more inspiration so im coming here before i inevitably pass out

im making an angel oc (like the one i posted rory)based on 1970s greaser looks and I need extra ideas cus all I got is that his name is reese and he plays the guitar and rides a motorcycle

my inspiration characters

danny zuko from grease and micheal from the lost boys

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grease, 1978 🎀

[rosey-chaos]

I just saw a post that was talking about how weird it is to ship the greasers with eachother because of age gaps and such like they used ponyboy and johnny as an example for that and I guess I agree I mean they're all just like family....except for soda and Steve there's no fucking way those two are straight I'm telling you they have to be together there's no way.

[parttimegreaserwerewolf]

Sometimes when you catch your boyfriend on his lunch, you gotta flirt with him like he's a stranger. Art of me and @r0tt13's fursonas being mad gay. Drawn by him as well.

[a-star-is-here]

Viktor is definitely a metalhead, in this essay, I will-

[funniestbitchinfaerun]

Bg3 companions and what vintage fashion era I think they belong in based on vibes only

this post brought to you by my degree in costume design

Gale: with that hair he can only be from the 80s. Remember that Miami Vice guy with the white suits and pastel shirts? Gale would think he looked so cool in that fit but would be an obvious nerd anyway.

Shadowheart: 90s-early 2000s goth. she would wear those spaghetti-strap velvet dresses and chunky black platform boots. she was Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way before Ebony was.

Lae'zel: 1940s. Partly because of the militaristic nature of githyanki culture and partially because i think she would look so gorgeous in one of those Women's Army Corps uniforms with the little hats. Give Bae'zel a little hat.

Astarion: 1930s but specifically in the way of those British guys from Noel Coward plays who hang out in velvet smoking jackets all day.

Wyll: 1920s. I'm talking three-piece suits, Gatsby style. Long cigarette holder. Wingtip shoes. Doing the Lindy Hop all night. I'm swooning just thinking about it.

Karlach: Gives me serious late-70s punk energy. She needs a beat-up leather jacket with Ramones and Blondie pins and the ripped-est jeans ever. Hair can stay exactly the same.

Halsin: This one's easy. Late 60s hippie. Homemade tie-dye, flower crowns, Birkenstock sandals. Possibly one of those suede fringed jackets.

Minthara: Also 1930s in that slinky Joan Crawford femme fatale way. She'd rock those bias-cut evening dresses and fur coats. Don't worry about how she got those diamonds during the Great Depression.

Jaheira: 80s mom vibes. Her high-waisted jeans and shoulder-padded blazers conceal her superspy badassery.

Minsc: 1950s greaser in the wholesomest way imaginable. Don't fight me on this. Boo has a tiny leather jacket of his own.

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Limited Life Character Designs

Started watching it recently and I’m having so much fun with how much the CCs leaned into the silly side of Life Series. I’ve gone with 70s-80s aesthetics and fashion for everyone because the entire season has campy 80s media vibe for me

In order we have:

Bad Boys (Grian, Joel, Jimmy)

Clockers (Scar, Cleo, Bdubs)

TIES (Skizz, Impulse, Etho, Tango)

Nosy Neighbours (Pearl, BigB)

Mean Gills (Scott, Martyn)

Design Notes:

Everyone has a smart watch type thing on which shows their Life timer/how much time they have left

Bad Boys designs are their in game skins they used for the season but I added some additional pizazz. They’re meant to reflect 50s greasers and the archetypal bad boy in 80s teen movies

Clockers are all in disco/fitness wear of some sort (see Cleo’s aerobics clothes and Bdubs’ very vague party clothes, also big 80s hair for c!Scar)

C!Scar’s wheelchair design will change for each season, same with his crutch. I haven’t drawn him in leg braces yet but he also has those

For Limited Life, Scar’s wheelchair is meant to look techno ish? Lots of glow in the dark elements

TIES are meant to reflect 80s Yuppie culture and the Power Suit aesthetic, so shoulder pads for Impulse and Etho

Etho is wearing a more haori inspired blazer to reference his default skin being Kakashi from Naruto

Nosy Neighbours are in preppy fashion, frogs on their clothes to reference both Froggie the cat and the amount of Frogs that were in BigB’s abandoned 1st base (also Double N on clothes as a logo to reflect their name Nosy Neighbours)

Mean Gills are meant to be in New Romantic based clothes which I thought fit their more fantastical skins in game (being ocean/pirate themed), so I leaned into Vivienne Westwood flamboyance for them as one of her first collections was the 1981 Pirate Collection

I haven’t watched 3rd Life yet but I’ve seen Cherrifire draw the Dogwarts banner as Martyn’s belt in his Limited Life design and I thought I’ll include it as well

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Walkin' After Midnight

Masterlist

Pairing: Marko x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: *finger guns* Ehhhhh...so it’s been a minute. How ya’ll been? So completely ignoring that’s it’s been...a long time, here’s another of my ‘imagine the boys in a decade prior to the 80s’ fics--and we’re moving right along to the 50s!

I started this...a very long time ago, and then I didn’t like it so I just left it in my WIPs with like 15 other ideas/half-written fics/updates. I still don’t love it, but upon further reflection I don’t totally hate it--and it was already started so I didn’t have to work as hard to finish it, so there’s that.

That being said, I'm kind of interested in writing a part 2, so we'll see...taking babysteps here.

(I’m really having to dig deep for these gifs)

Every kid from Santa Carla grew up knowing two things: Don’t go out after dark if you ever want to make it home, and stay away from the greasers who hung around the boardwalk.

It never really occurred to you that those two things could be related.

Unlike a lot of the teenagers in Santa Carla, who’d run there with nowhere else to go, you’d lived there all your life. You’d never left the city, and the older you got the more you doubted you ever would. Your dad had been killed in Vietnam, and your mom was around so little you half expected one day she’d just stop coming back home at all. You may not be one of the runaways, but you were still alone in Santa Carla.

Still, you were young; and while you knew you’d have to find a way to live on your own sooner or later, you decided to try and enjoy what little youth you had left. One day you’d have to grow up and start providing for yourself somehow, but for now you just wanted to live your life to the fullest before that all got taken away.

With that in mind, you’d taken to going to plenty of the dances and social events in town. You didn’t have a curfew, and no one was around to care about where you were, but even so you tried not to be out too late after dark. That’s always when the people went missing--and they never came back.

That’s why it was the first rule of Santa Carla: Don’t go out after dark.

The official numbers were never right, given how many of the people who disappeared were runaways, but the amount of missing people in Santa Carla had always been unusually high. The only thing they knew for sure was that they always seemed to vanish at night.

The prevalent theory among many of the local teens was aliens. They came out with their flying saucers and abducted unsuspecting people in the night. Others were more practical--they just thought there was a really good serial killer in town.

It could be anyone! They’d say.

But people have always gone missing in Santa Carla--is he an old man, still killing people in his 70s? Someone else would question.

Okay, so a family of serial killers! They’d say back.

Personally, you had no idea who or what was making people disappear. You only cared about surviving it, and the best way to do that was stay in at night.

Then, there was the second rule of Santa Carla: Stay away from the greasers.

There was a particularly nasty group of punks who usually hung around the Boardwalk at night. No one knew who they were--probably just another group of runaways--but people had grown to know they were trouble. A gang of greasers who didn’t care about the law and would sooner gut a man than say hello. That’s what people said about them, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when you broke both rules in a single night.

--

The night in question started out well enough. You and a friend had gone to the beach in the afternoon, and spent most of the day there. At one point, the two of you had attracted the attention of some boys--who ended up spending the day with you.

So when the sun got low and it was time to leave, your friend decided to accept the invitation from the boys to go get some dinner at the local diner. You however, weren’t as excited about the prospect. Not only did you not want to be out too late, you frankly just weren’t that interested in any of them. Your friend tried to get you to change your mind, but you held firm.

And so it was that your friend headed off with the guys. At least she brought you into town so you wouldn’t have so far to walk to get home. And while you weren’t jazzed about walking home alone you figured you could make it back quick enough that it’d be okay. Unfortunately, it was nearly dark before you even made it back to town--and well into the night by the time you walked past the Boardwalk.

You tried to hurry your way through the crowded streets of tourists and late-night couples walking hand in hand without any trouble. But of course that's exactly what you find.

"Hey there pretty lady, going my way?" A big guy in a varsity sweater asks. He looked like a jock--maybe home from college? You didn't know him, and you certainly didn't want to.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." You say, hoping to sidestep him and continue on your way. He moves to stand in front of you.

"Aw, don't be like that doll." He says, looming over you. "I just want to get to know you."

"Well I'm not interested." You say, trying to push past him. He grabs your wrist, squeezing so tight it makes you wince in pain.

"Not so fast girlie--we ain't done talking yet." He says, pulling you back.

Oh God, this is it. He's a part of that serial killer family and you're about to get murdered.

Your frantic thoughts are interrupted as the creep let's you go. He screams as he looks to his other side. You follow his gaze and see a greaser with blonde, curly hair standing next to him--the jock's wrist in his hand. He squeezes it tighter and the jock falls to one knee, yelling in pain.

"Don't like it so much on the receiving end, do yah punk?" The boy says, squeezing even tighter. Despite being smaller than the other boy, the greaser was still clearly stronger.

"What the hell man? Let me go!" The jock begs.

"You want me to let you go?" The greaser smirks. "Alright." He lets the guy go, before quickly using his now free hand to punch him square in the face. The boy falls back, holding his bloody, broken face in his hands. The greaser grabs the bleeding boy by the collar and pulls him up, smiling at him. "Now beat it before I decide to get serious." He says, dropping his collar. The boy scrambles up and runs off, disappearing down an allyway.

You watch him run off, stunned by what had just happened.

"You okay?" The blonde asks, having turned his attention to you. You practically jump out of your shoes.

"What? Oh." You look down at your wrist. "Yeah, it's fine--I mean, um, I'm fine." You stumble through before looking back up at him. "Thank you."

"No problem. Punks like that deserve a good beating." He says, before he smirks. "And I couldn't let him hurt a pretty thing like you, now could I?"

Uh oh, you may have just gone out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"So what's your deal anyway? You know it's not safe walking around alone at night, right?" He asks, ignoring your apprehensive look.

"We'll um," You hesitated, unsure of how much you should say about yourself. "I was out with a friend, but she had other plans. She drove, so..."

"So now you're stuck walking back. I get you." He says. "Pretty uncool of your friend, ditching you like that. But hey, I'll make sure you get home safe."

"What?" You nearly shout. "Um, no really that's not necessary. I'm fine now, so--"

"No way. I already told you--you're way too cute to be out here on your own." He says, cutting off your attempt to protest. "My bike's nearby, let's go."

"I would really hate to put you out," you try once more to worm our way out of the situation, but he wasn't having it.

He smirks, "I offered didn't I? Don't worry about it." He grabs your hand and all but drags you down the block.

Soon enough, you arrive at a parking lot, and he leads you towards a row of four motorcycles lined up in the corner. He lets you go, moving to the bike at the end and throwing his leg over to sit. He looks at you, holding out his hand. You were pretty sure you couldn't get away from him even if you tried, so you took a deep breath and accepted his outstretched hand. He helps you onto the back of the bike, smirking as gravity slide you down towards him.

"So princess, were are we going?" he asks, tilting his head back to look at you sitting behind him. You hesitated giving him your address, but at this point if he wanted to do something nefarious he didn't need to take you home first.

You were in too deep now.

You tell him, and he nods, "Yeah, I know the place." He starts the bike, giving you one last smirk as he revves the engine, "Better hold on tight."

Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist as the bike shoots forward. You gripped him tightly, you head resting on his back. You squeezed your eyes shut, fear coursing through you as your heartbeat raced. As much as you knew you should watch where you were heading, you were too scared to open your eyes. He was going fast--very fast--and with each bump and turn, you were sure you would crash and that would be the end of it.

But the two of you didn't crash, and before you knew it the bike slowed to a stop. You dared to open an eye, and saw you sat in front of your house. A little run down and a bit worse for wear, but still yours. You sat up, shocked you had not only survived the ride, but that he had actually brought you home.

"This it?" he asked like he already knew the answer. You turned to him,

"Oh, um--yes, it is."

"Doesn't look like anyone's home," he commented absently, and you felt your shoulders tense.

"Oh, my parents are here--they just go to bed early," you lied. Something told you he knew you weren't telling him the truth, but he didn't say anything.

You hoped off the bike, smoothing the wrinkles from your skirt out of habit. You took a step towards your door, then stopped. You turned, looking back at the smirking, curly-haired boy sitting lazily on his bike.

"Thank you again. For bringing me home, and for helping me with that guy earlier, " you were still scared of him, but he had helped you. It would be bad manners not to at least thank him for his help.

He laughs, the moonlight catching his blue eyes as he stared back at you.

"Anytime, princess," he replies. He started his bike, glancing back up at you, "I'm Marko, by the way."

"Oh, I'm y/n." You had certainly not planned to tell him your name, but at this point could it really hurt?

"Well, I'll see you around, y/n," he says, his smile wide and mischievous. Before you could say anything more, he rode off down the quiet street, disappearing into the darkness.

[mintaikk]

Part 3 of the "I analyze Tumblr Sexymen to show what people see in them" series, with Husk from Hazbin Hotel!

There's also other stuff i couldn't fit into it, like how he fits into the whole "70s gambler" archetype, he had slicked back hair (popular trope bcuz of greasers), genuinely likes people for personality which is always a nice change of pace in a lot of modern media, and it attracts a lot more aspec/arospec people, he's a good listener, and he probably attracts people with daddy issues (why Angel likes him, lmao)

Part 1, Prev, Next

[vampiricnature]

Hey guys

FOP hcs under the cut

Dev Dimmadome

-has manic BPD

-curly hair (inherited from Dale)

-extremely closed off, emotionally really sensitive but is just really good at masking

-sleeps in the corner of his bed even if it's absolutely humongous

-likes futurama unironically

-favorite mlp character is sunset shimmer because she's "like, I dunno, whatever" (pretty and rebellious)

Hazel Wells

-favorite mlp character is Applejack because she's cool and strong, plus her accent

-high functioning autism!

-will debate people on whether or not ice cream is a food (it is and she always wins)

-usually when having episodes, her brother always helps her calm down, so when Dev has manic episodes she knows how to help him

Cosmo

-Bed hog

-loves slugs for no reason

-gifts Wanda moss and leaves (she loves it)

-very bisexual tbh, also uses she/her on occasion because he does drag 💪

Wanda

-genuinely enjoys Stephen King books, her favorite is Misery

-watches commentary videos about things she knows nothing about

-keeps every little trinket given to her by everyone (one time, hazel gaze her a rock with one big googly eye and Wanda put it on a shelf, and when hazel came over and saw it she started crying because Wanda displayed it)

Dale

-gay

-gay

-gay

Peri

-due to his love of fashion and his passion for helping kids, he's looked into symbols of support (he paints one of his pinkies red to show his support against csa)

-autistic because I'm him and I said so

-clicks his tongue against his teeth as his main stim (it usually hurts the tip of his tongue but he can't stop)

-scared of peacocks even though they're absolutely gorgeous to him. He just hates how they look at him

-loves fashion from all eras, but usually wears 70s/80s style clothing, with the occasional greaser look from the 50s

Jasmine Tran

-likes Katy Perry more than Taylor Swift

-had a weeb phase where she dressed in only anime merch for three months straight

-her favorite mlp character is Rarity because she's slay

-doesn't actually like musicals unless it's Disney or other animated movies, especially if the genre is pop or jukebox (like Trolls or strange magic)

Winn Harper

-avid Justin Bieber and Eminem fan

-tried roller skating but they don't have very good coordination like that, so skateboarding is much easier for them

-loves the "cool s" symbol

-says based about everything they like

-favorite mlp character is obviously rainbow dash because she's based

Anthony Wells

-ADD+OCD

-theatre lover, the kinda guy to like parody musicals (also watched scamilton and sobbed so hard because of how funnily atrocious it is)

-prefers red over blue Gatorade

-genuinely just a really good guy to everyone, naturally sweet

Irep

-Rivers is a vampire. Look it up

-uses gen alpha slang but also outdated trends like dabbing and flossing

-listens to ABBA on a daily basis, literally every night he plays gimme gimme gimme (a man after midnight) and in the morning it's Dancing queen

-only wears platforms because it makes him taller by like. An inch or two

-telle people to commit suicide on the internet for shits and giggles

-genuinely glad Peri changed his name because Foop embarrassed him and ruined his intimidating image

[your-unfriendlyghost]

WAIT SO IN YOUR STEVERANDLE TOPGUN AU:

Does pete/mav even know what a Greaser is? Im guess not based on how they apparently just discovered eachother (looking at the art you’ve made)

I mean he’s probably vaguely aware of greasers in like a “Grease” way, since it’s the 80s for him. I’m not completely sure how the time period works here tbh- I put the date on Mav’s “you’re a guardian now” letter as 1987, but Steve is still a greaser. Idk, maybe in this AU Tulsa is just seriously behind the times.

I did briefly consider making it take place in the 60s/70s, but yk, there was the Vietnam War then. And like considering Maverick’s position in the Navy he’d probably have to participate somehow, which just doesn’t really work with the plot of the AU at all. Besides F-14 Tomcats (the coolest planes tbh) were introduced in ‘74, so Maverick probably wouldn’t be training with such new technology in the 70s…(idk I’m purely guessing here) (both my grandpas were in the Navy in the 70s actually, and my dad grew up watching F-14s on the navy base, so I might be wrong here come to think of it lol)

So yeah, 80s made the most sense to me, and Maverick probably only knows about greasers because they were popular when he was a very little kid.

(Also for the record it’s not my AU! I’m just playing with it ‘cuz it hasn’t been updated since 2020 lol)

[dallasgallant]

Reading Great Expectations for fun as Pony mentioned reading it for class and compared the way Pip is treated to the way Greasers are treated. I definitely see what he’s getting at even if I’m not too far in (may 70 pages)

However I gotta say pony is stronger than be because if I HAD to read this for class and at 14 I think my head would explode.

[she-who-is-two-sizes-too-big]

Fantasy High doesn't really land for me because it doesn't really commit to the bit. It advertises itself as this never before seen intersection of an 80s high school movie and a traditional Tolkeinesque high fantasy narrative, but it completely fails to deliver that. It's mostly just a standard fantasy adventure narrative except the characters are in vaguely modern day clothing and environments. It feels less like a genuine combination of the genres it's claiming to be a Mashup of and more like they just wanted to do a generic fantasy narrative without looking like they were doing one. Especially in the later seasons, they get so lost in the Big Fantasy Worldbuilding of it all that the whole "If John Hughes directed Lord of the Rings" gimmick disappears basically almost completely.

Part of the problem is that Aguefort Adventuring Academy....really isn't a high school, despite the billing of the series. It's more like a trade school or boot camp, where the students are largely attending less for getting a general well-rounded education and more just training that prepares them for one very specific job. That's just objectively not what a high school is.

Another way this lack of commitment manifests is the fact they don't even know which modern human aesthetic to use half the time. Like, 70% of the character designs and physical sets are pretty clearly meant to evoke the feeling of 80s high school movies, but then why is one of the locations a 50s diner? Why is there an analog for modern 21st century cellphones and social media? Why is one of the characters inexplicably a 30s noir detective? Why is there a gang that consists entirely of one-note stereotypical 50s greasers?

[rosey-chaos]

Okay so I play volleyball and I have played for 3 years now and I just lost miserably in a game and suddenly got the idea of writing about the greasers on a volleyball team because there's 7 of them and that's perfect for at least one sub and I'm a total genius.

Okay so at my school we just have random numbers for our jerseys so I feel like they would too because my school is a public school and I'm assuming it's like that for most public schools considering every team we Olay is the same

Dallas would really want to be number 1 but darry would obviously have it instead.

Dallas would grumble and complain but would settle for number 17.

Johnny would be 33

Ponyboy would be 11

Sodapop would be 50

Steve would be 46

And two-bit would immediately choose 69 because for some reason the school thought it'd be a good idea to have a jersey with that number.

Of course, to everybody's dismay, the boys do not wear spandex like girls do. They just wear basketball shorts that match the jerseys.

I can totally see oneof those fuckers showing up to practice in short shorts or spandex just to be funny

Oh I should probably explain volleyball for those who haven't ever played!

So there's 6 people on the court at a time and you rotate every time you gain a point for the opposing team losinga point. There's two rows or 3 people, one front and one back. There's 6 positions which are simply numbers. You can set, bump, spike, and serve the ball but you can't lift or carry it. Your not aloud to touch the net either or go on the other side of the court. It's pretty simple but I'm horrible at explaining so I suggest looking up the rules

Ponyboy can barely get a serve over the net underhand BUT he's really good at setting the ball for Dallas who spikes it down so hard the other team stares back in fear.

Darry has a scary ass overhand serve that always hits very close to the back line which causes him to score tons of aces for the boys until he fucks up and serves it into the net. He's also really good at literally everything and he's a ball hog but we still love him anyway <3

Steve is loud and always cheering and his sportsmanship is actually terrible.

He'll fuck up a serve or something and he'll scream "SHIT" and the coach (Mr curtis if he was still alive) would sub him out almost immediately for sodapop or Johnny.

Sodapop acts so sweet and his sportsmanship is really good and he's great at digging the balls in the back row and popping them up for everybody else. When they lose he's all cheery and has the "well get em next time don't worry it was a good game!" Attitude but that boy is actually so angry and upset and is secretly wishing death upon the opposing team.

He rants to Steve about it after games all the time.

Johnny, despite being a scrawny little guy, is actually so intimidating in games. He takes it so seriously and his overhand is TERRIFYING. He's not the same level as darry but he does surprise the opposing teams a ton because who knew this scrawny kid could hit that ball so hard?

Two-Bit takes nothing seriously and he's always messing up to make people laugh. He always cheers the boys on from the sidelines (he's rarely ever in the game because the boys really really want to try and win) and he's so loud too. He's like a supportive mom level loud and he will sometimes argue with the ref or the lines people because those motherfuckers call out when the ball is OBVIOUSLY IN.

I'm not sure what else to write but lmk if i should do more???

[parttimegreaserwerewolf]

More art from my boyfriend, @r0tt13 featuring his fursona and mine demonstrating their outdated styles.