#Joey Shithead

[napunk-history]

Joe Shithead (D.O.A.)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

BECAUSE THE "MAD MAX" SAGA ALWAYS DID HAVE HARDCORE PUNK CRED -- HERE'S THE PROOF.

NOTE: I understand "Furiosa" finally came out today, which is also pretty kool. And so the "Mad Max" saga lives on over 40 years later.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on D.O.A.’s Joe Keithley, a.k.a., "Joey Shithead," rhythm guitarist/vocalist of Vancouver hardcore punk band D.O.A. (alongside an overjoyed fan), unknown venue, c. early '80s. 📸: Dina Douglass.

"D.O.A.'s Joey Shithead (Joey Keithley) currently serves as a city councilor in Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada. I don’t remember where I shot this, but the guy who jumped on stage looks ecstatic."

-- DINA DOUGLASS (@dinadouglasspunkphotography)

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3351526617339250996.

[spilladabalia]

Jello Biafra with D.O.A. - We Gotta Get Out Of This Place

[rottingraisins]

Elle a chaud au cul (+ a funny)

[alternativeproject]

Hey big guy the suns getting real low

[ender-of-the-sender]

Chat, I'm coming out as an Ezekiel fan. The way Joey plays him- Im so sorry but like ?!! You give me another hateable shithead character thats also just a little guy and expect me to act normally?

No. Fuck that.

Joey had NO RIGHT to play that fucking bird. How dare he.

AND WHEN HE FALLS IN THE WOOD CHIPPER AND JOEY PULLS THIS SHIT ??? I screamed.

Fucking look at the SPECTACULAR lightning for this stupid fucking weed bird.

Chat, I am actively screaming, crying, throwing up, throwing myself into a wood chipper- this fucking Nighthawk.

If it seems like I'm angry, it's because I am.

[smytherines]

I keep thinking about how Curt Mega (actual) said that Tadius is a Littlefinger type of character, and like... that is just going to be so. much. fun.

I mean obviously we all love the classic Curt Mega himbo character, but the idea of him playing a long-suffering bitchy manipulative shithead is kind of like the staircase swap but for a starkid show? Like yes, let this man be an entire bitch. Please. Let him be a lil passive-aggressive scheming loser who is kind of right but is a total dick about it. I love that for him.

I'm gonna defend this character to the death (unless he somehow ends up killing Joey Richter's character- in which case its on sight Tadius)

[punkrockhistory]

45 years ago today

Randy Rampage and Joey Shithead of D.O.A. at the Rock Against Racism concert June 9, 1979, Lincoln Park, Chicago

[roxyteal]

"What does everyone think about Joe 5?"

Well-Made_Account🧤 (@BILLYLĖ) I believe he has spoken to me exactly once. Quote, "Watch where you're going, dipshit". Apparently, he was the one riding that cool motorcycle. That was a long time ago, however. I doubt he remembers.

MediterraneanWaves🦈 (@DENIEDLĖ) ummm i think he works for baldina? if she lets me teach marine bio, im sure ill finally meet him!!

Dave_Oddity!🧰 (@DAVE_82) There's more than one Joe?! Why am I only learning about this now?! Is he a new resident? No?! A few years?! Oh gosh, I'm so embarrassed, I'm sorry.

Dave🪛 (@DAVE_1) Ah, yes. The fifth Joe. The only of his game type to refuse merging. His counterpart, Joey, cares about him quite a lot, despite everything that's happened as a result. … I empathize.

Viktor🎭 (@VSTROBOVSKI) I think the strangest thing is that he's sober. And he didn't even get clean here, but back in whoever's computer he was originally in. How is that possible? The world needs to know. (The world is me. I need to know.)

Gonzalo⚓ (@CAPTGONZALO) That poor kid lacked direction, honestly. I'm just glad he found a reason to keep going. What do you mean by that? That a salty sea captain away from the land 90% of the time can't keep up with current events? Oh, you're sorely mistaken.

Mohs_10!💠 (@DM_82) yeah, he's the headmistress' assistant i've seen him a few times but never talked to him he kinda looks like a rock star, it's in the hair :)

Time4Plus!📋 (@PLUSBALDI) From what I know about Joes, he seems pretty non-standard! Not that it bothers me, of course, considering what I'm like, ha ha! I wonder what he's all about. I'd love to meet him!

ALEX.CS🥀 (@ALEX) Like all Joes, he's not particularly powerful. He'd be more of a meal than an asset. But at this point, I can't afford to be picky about the menu.

DerivativeHellion🌶️ (@Â̶͎L̵̗͑D̴̲͒Ū̷Ṛ̵̎R̴̯͠A̸̙̐) He's a bit fidgety, to be honest Like he's constantly in fight-or-flight mode Oh shit wait maybe it's because it's me Yeah that's right I remember now Apparently Alex broke his arm once, that shithead

[alleykatart]

Happy Pride 2024, everyone!

... when I tell you I am tired.

Do you ever do that thing where you create an OC and then they have a family and friends you also create, and then suddenly there's an entire world in your mind?

Well, I do. About a decade ago, I created four OCs for a roleplaying game I helped run, and when the game closed, their stories changed significantly and kept going.

From left to right: Rhys, Mercy, Kyle, (a random ginger lorez model!) and Soo (with purpley blue hair!) Jason, Joey, Aarav, Colt, Toby, Carter, Shane, Zane, Everett, Kane (and another random lorez model!), Andrea, Tomas, Aster, Dahlia, Theros, and Wren.

Aster, the Swanmay who'd existed since around 2002 or so but got a major update, Soo the Werecat, Toby the librarian and reluctant adventurer, and Wren, the unicorn made mortal.

Andrea has been with Aster since the beginning, first as a teacher, then later as a friend and confidante to Aster. Everett came about in 2016 as Aster's half-Dryad gardener, then Tomas eventually arrived as a handy man and extra muscle around the house (and he has no idea Everett wants to climb him like a tree).

Soo demanded a boyfriend, and got werewolf cutie Jason, and then Jason brought along his shithead cousin Rhys and ex girlfriend and best friend, the witch, Mercy. Rhys brought Kyle, some random powerless twink he started hooking up with and dragged into supernatural things by accident, and now Rhys feels protective of him. (There's also a cousin of Soo and also Mercy's grandmother, but they just didn't fit and I've barely written about either of them, so.) And then Joey, Zane and Kane just sort of showed up and went, "Hi, we're werewolves too."

Toby started life with a friend's character (Arjun), but I feel weird about continually using other peoples OCs (even with permission, which I do have) when I can create my own, so along came Colt as an adventuring partner, and Arjun pops in to say hi sometimes. Then Toby developed an estranged uncle, Carter, and suddenly Carter and Colt had a prior romantic history which complicates Toby and Colt's interest in each other, so then Aarav showed up to appeal to Toby's academic side while Colt appeals to his enjoyment of adventure and securing old, abandoned relics from forces that would abuse them--

And then Wren was suddenly being quietly insistent that he'd like to live with Aster's household, but he'd like a boyfriend too, and suddenly there was Theros and his twin sister Dahlia-

And this isn't even counting my sci-fi crew. 😅

They keep multiplying like bunnies! There's also a curvy vampire hunter named Pixie and a plus size witch named Ariadne but I haven't sorted either of their stories nearly enough yet- and of course there's Dita, but I'm still playing her, and... aaaagh

Help 😅

[napunk-history]

Joey Shithead (D.O.A.)

The Metro, Chicago, IL (1987-03-22)

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

I know I know I know I am still in the middle of forgetting Ashville but someone made me so curious about 51 and 52 that I had to do an intermezzo.

Neil trying to split them to go each to their own domains, and then pendragon being like yes let's split up Britta stays with me lol.

Neil wanting to grab Britta to keep her with him and away from pendragon. 😭

Neil is so anxious, poor boy.

Uhoh. The shower went silent???

Miles daydreaming... But sir about what? 👀👀

Wait is this the same day? Because it sounds like Miles has been in office for a little bit? Or am I misunderstanding?

Johnny calling Miles your highness with sarcasm is so good.

Nara! Is she Miles's doorman now? What's been happening?

Miles is so casual about everything? Was his uptightness all because he didn't get laid?? You can't tell me him and Marcos didn't get it on now and then.

Miles is trying so hard, but this is all so complicated. Noooooo this is unbearable. I cannot deal with this awkwardness and Miles saying the wrong thing. It's too much, please I cannot handle secondhand embarrassment. Why would anyone want to be Prince?

What is happening right now??? Miles is being collected?

Okay not gonna lie, it's not that this episode isn't good so far, but I don't get the big deal with this episode. So far.

Johnny as senechal??? 😂😂 And primogen?? And Miles didn't even tell him beforehand?!? Why???

What???? These fucking princes, bunch of shitheads. I am so confused.

Wait praxis again?? Lmaoo is new haven going to be a revolving door of praxises? 😂

Not the rust coloured jacket!!! How dare they!

Okay but what is Miles's obsession with chopping people's arms off?

5 celerity actions??? Damn

Holy fuck. They are both absolute beasts this fight, like it's kind of scary actually.

He's trying to rip the guy's arms off??? I'm screaming!!! Reminds me of "is your weakest at the elbow or the shoulder?"

An sos from his fucking daughter???? Right now???? Can they never have a moment of peace???!? Fucking fuck.

Kabir!!! I totally forgot about Kabir!

Oh my God! New mechanic?? Seizing narrative control!?! That's cool!

Jesus christ!! That static was a fucking jump scare omg!!!

No little boy can survive....?!? Don't you dare touch Joey!!!! I will murder you.

This narrative control is crazy!!! So badass.

"my Joey" omg I'm gonna cry! 😭

Kabir is gone?????? Because she took narrative control??. Cruel but amazing.

"Baby?" Not the baby omg. 😭😭😭 Parents talking gentle about their children is my weakness.

The shower turns off and the sink begins to run? Why?

FESTER!! STOP! 😂😂😂😂

... Is that racist against toreador??

Can she even...? NEIL! How were you going to finish that sentence???

"I've done sex" clearly said by someone who has had sex... Clearly.

The way I cackled when Neil said that.

Neil just talking about how he likes that his family is closer and Britta is the glue. 😭

Fester! Don't you dare make Neil doubt that Britta loves him!!

What what what??? What is happening???? What is this conversation??? Neil's sire?? What? Fire?!? Molotov cocktail??? Fester Neil's sire??? I'm so confused?!?

He has some guts, just pulling her by the corset and starting to untie it. So fucking rude!

"it's just rational to let him help" suuuure Britta.

In front of a fucking mirror??? Pendragon is such a walking villain cliché.

Jan Petersen is Miles's sire right?

Also so far the only redeeming quality Pendragon has (aside from sexiness) is the way he says camarilla.

They're just having a normal conversation and I think oh this isn't so bad, but then he goes to brush his hands over her arms and touch her and I'm just squicked out! And forcing her to see her moon. GROSS!!!!

This man is using such classic abusive tactics of pulling her in, being semi nice, and then threatening her. Like what a piece of trash!

Don't you dare be disarmed by this girl desperately trying to save herself from meeting the sun!!!

He summoned her to the bathroom?!? Like dude you can just call her over she is like 15 feet away from you. You are such a piece of SHIT!

I hate pendragon. And I hate That part of me is still going 👀.

[youcouldmakealife]

Holden is the ultimate trash raccoon baby of the YCMAL 'verse. Move over Shithead!

Oh, but no, quoth Shithead: move over Holden. That's what got us in this mess in the first place!

Sometimes I like to imagine Shithead blundering in and out of people's lives like a pinball ricocheting through a machine, completely heedless of the effect he's having. And considering how long he's been in the league at that point, and his...less than clean style of play, he's blundered into a lot of them. Everybody's got beef with Shithead, except perhaps one Joey Munroe, accidentally Shithead's best hockey buddy.

(I truly don't know how I became so fond of a guy I called Shithead from the get-go. I blame Joey for this.)

[lewmagoo]

Leah my friend?? If you're ok with me sending in some werewolf!rhett thoughts/thots, I'd be more than happy too. I'm so sorry if I keep spamming your inbox and spamming with the same thing over and over again (sometimes I'm afraid to send things in because I'm afraid of being pesky or that I'm sharing the same thoughts/thots with everybody and their mother).

I don't know if you've seen Yellowstone or not but lately I've been thinking about the Abbott pack being really, really close with the Duttons who are one of the most powerful packs in both Wyoming and Montana. Prepare yourself for some Perry slander because oh do I have a ton of it.

You and Rhett adopted Amy as a newborn (Rhett was very, very snuggly with her in his wolf form) but Perry was always snooping around the property even though you and Rhett took custody of her literally the moment she entered the world. After shit went down with Perry, the clan up north in Bozeman called you to come and join them to protect the land up there from both Perry and Jaime.

Oh but it gets absolutely hilarious when yours and Rhett's pups all get in with John, Thomas and Mo's grandkids. They're always out in the woods, especially at the full moon causing trouble when the grown ups are either on the prowl or off somewhere.

One night, much to your surprise, you, Beth and Monica are all coming back from a night walk and you see three male wolves, each carrying a pup or two in their mouths by the scruffs of their necks. You and the girls all are wondering what could've happened when Rhett begins rattling off what they did. For instance:

"This little shithead rolled in a pile of horse shit" (Amy)

"This little shithead took a dive in the crick" (Rip and Beth's son Joey)

"This little shithead almost ran through poison oak" (Kayce and Monica's boy, Tate)

"And this little shithead tried to chase after a skunk.....and got sprayed" (Thomas's granddaughter, Teona)

It gets even worse when John, Royal, Thomas Mo and Lloyd, the elders of the pack, all get word that Perry and Jaime have teamed up and are sneaking around. John thinks it's time that the grandpups all have some kind of pouncing lessons......basically it turns into that scene in The Lion King where Mufasa is teaching Simba how to pounce. Yeah the hands (Teeter, Jimmy, Avery, Colby and Ryan) were a little less than pleased when they became the pups' first victims.

I'm just gonna stop right there Leah. I apologize greatly if I sent in a bunch of asks that have this same idea or shared them with others. If you ever wanna talk Perry slander at any point I'd be more than happy to do so. And as always, I appreciate whenever you guys take the time to read and reply back, it means alot.

----Mary

i am all for the pups going after perry and jamie (i don’t watch yellowstone but i know he’s no good at least lol). tear ‘em up, kids! 👹

[gayformaskedmusicalmetalmen]

I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO GO BATSHIT INSANE. WHY THE HELL DID THEY GET RID OF CRAIG. FIRST JOEY, THEN CHRIS, AND NOW CRAIG? SERIOUSLY SLIPKNOT NEXT TIME JUST GET RID OF ALL OF YOUR GOOD FUCKING BAND MEMBERS AND REPLACE THEM WITH SHITHEADS

[writtenjewels]

Stranded part 3

Part One, Part Two

Joey's world was reduced to fuzzy outlines of things. He could still tell what everything was, but it was all out of focus. Nathan assured him there was nothing really worth seeing anyway. Their surroundings appeared to be forest and mountain and that was about it. It was hot here but not unbearably so. Joey wouldn't have even minded the trek if it weren't for that weird creature roaming around.

“Is that thing still following us?” he asked.

“Nah, I think it gave up,” Nathan shrugged.

“What do you think it was?”

“Not sure.” Nathan paused in their walk to think it over. “You ever see that Brendan Frasier movie?”

“Encino Man?” Joey frowned.

“No, cabeza de mierda. The other one.”

Joey stared at his friend, biting back a laugh. “Did you just try to call me a shithead in Spanish?”

“I didn't try,” Nathan argued, smirking at Joey. “I succeeded. Point being, the thing that went after us looked like one of those things the mummy calls up in the climax.” Joey had to think for a moment what Nathan was talking about.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, once he had the image in his head. “That part was really cool.” They turned a corner and kept on walking. Joey squinted hoping to make out their surroundings but it only seemed to make things even more blurry. He didn't notice Nathan had stopped walking until he ran into the other man. “What's up?”

“Joey, you're not gonna fuckin' believe what I found.”

“Rachel Weisz?”

“Not as hot, but nearly as good.” With that lead-in, Nathan stepped aside so Joey could have a look. He had to get a little closer before the image became clear to him. And Nathan was right: Joey didn't believe it.

It was beer. Bottles of beer chilling in ice. Joey gaped at it in shock. Where the hell had it come from? What was it doing here? Nathan was already reaching down and taking one out. Before Joey could form a word, his friend was popping open the top.

“Uh, wait a minute--” The rest of his protest died the moment that bottle touched Nathan's lips. Nathan guzzled down half the bottle in one go. Joey eyed his friend warily, waiting to see what would happen.

“Hoo!” Nathan sighed out. “That hits the fuckin' spot! C'mon, help me drag these into the woods so we can sit and drink them in the shade.”

“Seriously?” Joey squinted again. “You want to drink some random beer you found in the middle of nowhere while some crazy zombie soldier thing is running around?”

“And why the fuck not?” Nathan challenged. Joey could think of tons of reasons why not. He opened his mouth to list them but then slowly closed it again. Instead, he fished a bottle out of the chest and popped it open.

“Salud,” he toasted, and took a drink.

– – –

Salim didn't know where exactly he planned to go when he walked away from Dar. He tried everything he could to convince the captain to change, or at least alter, his plans for the Americans. It should have been enough to strand them here and have them struggling for a while, but no: Dar was adamant about punishing them. Salim had no grudge against the Americans-- only knew them from the cowboy movies he watched-- so he had no part in the planning.

He could hear the spray of bullets up ahead. One of the Americans defending themselves against the Ancient Ones, he guessed. There was a moment of silence and then more gunfire. Those bullets weren't going to do any good and eventually the American must have figured it out, because there was silence again. Salim turned in the direction of the noise and moved toward it.

The Ancient Ones were under orders not to kill the Americans, but Salim still wanted to make sure. Balathu came charging his way.

[What happened back there?] Salim asked him. The Ancient Ones could no longer speak with words but Salim had figured out their unusual language of clicks and shrieks. Balathu told him about being shot by the American and retaliating with a spear throw. Then the American had disappeared.

[What do you mean, disappeared?] Salim frowned. Gone, according to Balathu; he couldn't find the American he'd been pursuing. [There are plenty of other Americans for you to chase around,] Salim reasoned. [Don't worry about this one.]

That seemed to appease the Ancient One, and he went charging off again to hunt. Salim was more curious than ever about this American. He continued walking forward a few more paces. He let out a gasp when he spotted the other man. A gray cap covered his head and he wore a blue T-shirt under his body armor vest. The soldier's head lifted at Salim's noise and Salim was a little startled by the American's appearance.

More specifically, startled that he was so handsome. The cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, his mouth. Salim didn't realize he'd been staring until the American started speaking to him.

“You from here?”

[Not exactly,] Salim hedged.

“Guess we ain't gonna have much conversation,” the American sighed. “Still, it's nice to see a pretty face.” Heat shot through Salim and gathered on his face. “Human!” the American corrected himself. “A human face!”

Salim stared at the American in surprise, his eyebrows shot up. “You think,” he clarified carefully, “that I am pretty?” It was the absolute last thing he expected from an American.

“Fuck!” The soldier's face twisted like he was trying to fight the embarrassed blush on his face. “I thought you couldn't speak English!”

“I'm very good with languages,” Salim explained. “I'm Salim,” he added.

“Jason,” the other man returned after a moment. Salim noted how he was favoring one of his shoulders. A quick assessment showed his clothing was torn and stained with blood.

“You're hurt!”

“Yeah.” Jason's lip curled up in an amused look. “A fuckin' armored zombie threw a spear at me.” Something about his dry delivery made Salim laugh. “Speakin' of which, be careful. That fuckin' thing could still be close by.”

“I think we're safe for now,” Salim soothed him. “So,” he resumed with a smile, “you think I'm pretty?”

“That ain't what I said,” Jason argued. “I didn't say that at all.” Salim raised an eyebrow. “Where'd you come from, anyway?” Jason demanded in an effort to change the subject. “You stranded here like us?”

“Not like you, but I can't leave, if that's what you're asking.” It was too complicated a situation to get into just now. “And for the record,” he added, a gleam in his eyes, “I think your face is pretty, too. Then again,” he went on before Jason's responding blush could spread too far, “yours is also the first American face I've seen outside cowboy movies.”

“Huh.” Jason still looked embarrassed and a little unsettled. “John Wayne or Clint Eastwood?”

“Steve McQueen.”

“The King of Cool himself? Fuck.” Jason shook his head. “That's a fuckin' high bar.” Salim felt his smile growing wider. He liked this American. “That's one of my favorite movies,” Jason told him.

“Mine too,” Salim agreed. Their eyes met, Jason's head tilted in such a way that the cap brim didn't hide his features. His eyes are brown, Salim noted as a pleasant warmth filled him.

– – –

Rachel turned and reached out a hand to help pull Clarice up. Her legs and arms felt about ready to fall off but they finally made it up the mountain. Clarice panted for breath, hands braced on her knees. Rachel took the opportunity to fish out her canteen and take a long drink. Once Clarice was recovered enough, Rachel passed the canteen along to her.

“We finally made it to the top,” Clarice gasped out. “I can't believe you do that sort of thing for fun.”

“It helps me get out of my head,” Rachel explained. “Makes me push myself on my own terms.” Clarice caught her eye, a little smile touching her lips.

“Yeah. I get that. Kind of like when I memorized the periodic table backwards.”

“What?” Rachel stared at her.

“You know, like usually you start with Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, and so on. But instead I went backwards and... why are you looking at me like that?”

“Huh?” Rachel blinked out of her daze. She didn't even realize she'd been staring, or wearing a little smile as she did. She had missed nerdy tangents like this. “Sorry.” She looked around hoping to distract Clarice. “At least we made it to the tower.”

“I don't know if I'd call this thing a 'tower',” Clarice argued. Now that they were close to it, Rachel could see there was a sort of base around the object. There was also weird patterning on it that she couldn't make sense of.

“It has a pointy end,” Rachel pointed out.

“Right.” Clarice gave her an amused look. “Because that's what defines a tower: a pointy end.” Rachel laughed, and she was surprised by how good it felt. When was the last time she laughed at anything? Clarice matched her smile and Rachel felt a little lighter.

The two of them decided to wait for the others near the tower but not too close. Some instinct made them cautious of it. Rachel gazed out over the landscape spread below them. The tower was situated in a great spot for them to see the rest of the area. The smoke from their crash was gone now.

“Look at that sunset,” Rachel awed. She felt slightly guilty that she wasn't longing for Nick to share the moment with her. Or even Eric, for that matter.

But she did hope they were both okay, wherever they were.