#Iggy Joey

[glittter-vamp]

https://www.tumblr.com/glittter-vamp/772798192835280896/i-just-had-edibles-and-really-wish-i-could-squish

Why is this such a Joey outfit lmao. Looking forward to the velvet jumpsuit sunglasses fit. 😂

I mean…This is literally him:

[iandarling]

Every time i try to write Milkovich my phone autocorrects to Milkshake

And so now i’m imagining the different Milkovich kids as milkshakes

(picture from pinterest)

[lascitasdelashoras]

Iggy Pop & Joey Ramone, 1988. Photo by Paul Natkin

[gallapolls]

which milkovich would you like to know more about, to have more screentime?

terry

mickey

mandy

yevgeny

iggy

colin

sandy

molly

laura

lou

jamie

joey

Thank you for the poll! This is going to be hard for me!

[lovekenney]

reblogg

i forgot sandy mbmb yall js put in tags if u like her the most

[alchely]

Gotta love when the Milkovich extended family is just a bunch of OCs with canon names, the perfect Fanfiction playground.

[spacerose747]

Now here friends.. Is a bunch of pics of Joey being very underwhelmed meeting other rockstars

Starting with (drum roll)

Nikki Sixx

Joey looks tired and is hunched in on himself was probably mumbling back at the excitable Crüe member

Next is Steven Tyler (And a fan)

First of all, Joey towers them both 🤣. Second, he looks very sick of being where they were in that moment. Very ready to knock out for a few hours

Next, Iggy Pop! One of his idols!

While he looks underwhelmed here the expression is mostly panic. He's standing tall, arms at his sides hidden in his hair a little bit... He is anxious here!!

Now Slash (and presumably a fan?? Not sure)

Slash is standing in an outward stance, leaned up against the middle man while Joey, holding his guitar is hunched in on himself slightly, to most likely avoid having to back up to fit in the shot. Joey, holding onto his guitar tightly is likely trying to resist moving in some way!

Then, Joan Jett

While Joanie looks very excited, Joey seems very unhappy with the camera, very nervous about it. He's held onto Joan with a soft grip, eager to get her away from his vicinity, his leg is raised and blurred a bit as if he'd been tapping it rhythmically. His drink is steadied against his leg as well, he was clearly afraid of losing the grip on it.

Next Michael Monroe (and Friends?)

Joey's social battery is clearly spent. While Mike and friends are excitable and probably tipsy! Joey's body language, while presenting an outward presence is very tense. His shoulders are tight, his arms flesh to his body. He clearly prefers commanding crowds, not being in them!

He's still adorable though so 🤭

[atimeodyssey]

¡Iggy, espabila!

[jedivoodoochile]

Iggy Pop y Joey Ramone en Aragon Ballroom, Chicago, Ill. Octubre 3, 1988.

📷 Paul Natkin.

[streamondemand]

'Cry-Baby' – Johnny Depp goes rockabilly on Criterion Channel

Johnny Depp was a small screen heartthrob when John Waters cast him as a leather-jacket delinquent with a tear tattooed on his cheek. He made his big screen debut as the bad-boy hero of Cry-Baby (1990), which both the title and the name of Depp’s character, Waters’ tribute to 1950s rock and roll movies and juvenile delinquent exploitation pictures. He was coming off his success with the PG…

[glittter-vamp]

Please give us more iggy Joey 😭

This is literally him now 😂

[xabiramone]

Iggy & Joey

[juanathefunkyfish]

Man I'm so goddamn busy with finals and other uni stuff I feel bad for not being able to draw (aside from drawing class homework) I have so many pieces I want to complete yet I don't have time for because my life has to be centered 24/7 now on this college shit.

As a (self?-)compensatory for not posting anything here's some shit I drew on Gartic Phone or something.

[zombiegangster]

The World Record Bike Ride

Season 1 Episode 18b - World Records

A fun ensemble cast episode. I loved the kids piling onto the bike, so I drew all of them on it!

[em-harlsnow]

He’s got Joey on the phone in one ear, telling him they need him and whoever he can bring now, while he’s trying to shove on his hoodie and shoes on the same time.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get Mickey, think he’s free.”

“‘Kay, come quick.”

“Yeah, you just fuckin’ said.”

Iggy hangs up, shoving the flip phone into the pocket of his jeans and zipping up the hoodie. His struggles with his shoes for a few minutes longer, getting frustrated and nearly tripping. Eventually, though he’s ready to go and he’s already managed to stumble halfway to what is now Mickey’s room.

He bangs on it with his fist, rapping twice on the wood. Iggy’s learnt his lesson from last time.

“Yeah?” Ian’s voice sounds through the thin door.

Iggy didn’t want Ian, he wanted Mickey… but maybe Ian could work. Surely even a Gallagher can cope with a little drug run. Mickey won’t mind, if anything he’d be happy. Iggy guesses he would be, anyway, since doing drug runs is basically a Milkovich right of passage. If Ian wants to be a part of their family, he’s going to have to do at least one. He needs to get on with it, too, if he wants Iggy’s respect.

Cautiously, because he’s still scarred, Iggy swings the door open by a foot to poke his head in the door.

He opens his mouth to ask Ian where Mickey is, and if he would like to come on the run instead, but he’s interrupted by the sight of his brother sleeping soundly beside Ian. They’re not exactly cuddled up or any gay shit like that, but what Iggy sees is enough to startle. His brother - Mr. I’ll Kill You If You Touch Me - has a firm grip on Ian’s arm, like Ian’s a balloon that could float away into space. Iggy’s never seen him touch anyone willingly. He’s disgusted if Iggy so much as brushes past him too closely, yet now he’s holding onto Ian like he’d be upset if he wasn’t touching him.

Iggy hones in on the contact, unable to take his eyes off of the place where Mickey’s tattooed hand is clasping Ian’s arm. He can see silver scars shining in the light from the window, circular scars on Mickey’s hand. Iggy remembers when he got them. He’s got a matching set. They feel more like matching sibling tattoos than the knuckle tats.

It’s because of those scars, the story behind them, that Iggy hates people smoking around him. More specifically, waving lit cigarettes or joints around that are clasped between loose fingers. Smoking is one thing. Iggy has more tobacco and weed in his lungs than oxygen. It’s when people aren’t careful - and most people aren’t - that stresses Iggy out. He doesn’t like it. Mickey doesn’t like it either.

Ian’s smoking. Iggy doesn’t think he’ll drop the cigarette, but he’s not being careful. He’s smoking the way most people do; casually. If Iggy were as close to Ian as Mickey is, he’d be stressed. Mickey’s not stressed. Mickey’s sleeping. Mickey’s trusting him. Mickey isn’t worried about getting burnt by the cigarette in his hand. Mickey hardly trusts his own hands not to fuck him over, never mind another person.

Iggy can’t stop thinking about Mickey’s hand on Ian’s bicep, his restful, calm face and Ian’s cigarette.

“What?” Ian prods, reminding him of his rush.

“Uh-“ Iggy stutters, looking between Ian’s expecting face and Mickey’s comfortable sleep. “Yeah. I’m goin’ on a run with Joey. You up for it?” He won’t wake Mickey up. Not because he looks happy or anything, Iggy isn’t a pussy, but because Mickey’s an asshole when he’s woken up.

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i hope you enjoy!!