#new 1975

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Lynda Carter - The New Original Wonder Woman (1975)

[cocaineheartz]

turned dreams into an empire, self-made success now she rolls with rockafellers

[science70]

A librarian fills out an interlibrary loan request for delivery by pulling the requested material from the shelf, Syracuse University, Syracuse, New York, 1975.

[pirouetten]

and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city that orange, english light cast one, singular shadow for you are not beside but within me

[ma3dity]

Can we all just pretend 2024 is 2014

[transpondster]

Debbie Harry at the World Trade Center c1975

[photo by Chris Stein]

[1976desire]

bob dylan & patti smith, nyc, 1975. photo by ken regan

[wiintring]

i’m so nervous for next 75 album because everyone’s gonna be dissecting those lyrics and gonna say they’re about fucking taylor swift and it’s gonna drive me mad

[newwavesylviaplath]

[theunderestimator-2]

Early Blondie snapped by Paul Zone of The Fast while playing at 'Mother's, NYC, in 1975 (line-up: Gary Valentine, Clem Burke, Debbie Harry & Chris Stein).

Debbie definitely knew how to stand out effortlessly.

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[koerinz]

Draw William and Henry bonding? I'd love to see how you draw their friendship/rivalry :]

Will and Henry getting a drink after work, to chat and pass the time

(click for better quality why is tumblr doing this to me)

[comic-covers]

(1975)

[babydolly77]

happy 2015 🩵

[bergfellow]

haven’t used tumblr actively since like 2016 but uhhhh heyyy (in a way that makes u wanna be mutuals)

[god-has-entered-my-body]

thinking thoughts about academic rivals! matty x girlie and their dynamic. their competitiveness bleeding into every other aspect of their lives x

you seem him at a party. your party, walking around and pouring himself drinks like he fucking owns the place, wrapping his arm around your housemate and whispering something into her ear that makes her blush. you dont know what possesses you to stalk over to them and grab matty by his arm, dragging him to the other end of the kitchen.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you spit at him, earning yourself a cocky smirk and a hand around your waist, infuriating you even more. "Just tell me you missed me baby, s'not that hard." despite your hatred for him, and his for you, you cant ignore that feeling between your legs when he pulls you close to him, his breath hot against your skin.

Mattys condescending chuckle when you force him into the coat closet only makes you hotter, your face red and body on fire. "am i turning you on? christ, thats embarrassing for you." he comments, shaking his head and setting his drink on the shelf. He towers over you, making you feel small under his gaze. You hate to admit that you love it.

You lower your hand and grab him through his trousers, making him groan with pleasure. "Doesn't seem like you're doing much better, are you matthew?"

in the blink of an eye your pushed up against the jackets, lips pressed against matty's with his hand gripping your hair harshly, guiding the kiss with brute force. you moan against him, his dominant hand dancing down your body and up your skirt, teeth clashing against teeth as you gasp for air.

Matty pants into your mouth, the alcohol in your system clouds your judgement as your legs spread wider, accommodating his wide frame. His fingers inch higher with each pathetic whine of his name, your voice broken and begging when he finally grazes your clit.

"Fuck, please- o-oh my god-" you moan, this mouth on your neck and knees barely holding you up anymore. His fingers feel like magic, dipping into your core as you shake and whine against him, cursing yourself for letting this happen in the first place.

"Not so smart with your cunt stuffed full of my fingers, are you? Cant believe i let you run your mouth when all i have to do to keep you quiet is this." Matty crooks his fingers and you swear you could cum on the spot.

Matty doesnt let up, not even for one second, his fingers hitting every spot inside of you to the point you see stars. "Got you so stupid for me baby, can't believe youre so fucking easy, god." Matty groans, his eyes staring into yours as you come undone on his fingers, your legs going limp underneath you.

He holds you as you cum, shaking and pleading, whimpers of his name rolling off your tongue with jarring ease.

Embarrassment floods your body once you see him licking your slick off his fingers, winking at you with a growing smirk. You scoff, running your hand through your hair and shushing another one of Matty's comments.

"You tell anyone about this Healy, i'll fucking kill you myself." you threaten him, trying to stifle your giggle at his eye roll. This was a one time thing, nothing more.

You spare him a glance on your way out, your breath hitching at the way he licks his lips at you, hands resting in his pockets while he watches you leave.

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[bobdylan-n-jonimitchell]

Joni Mitchell, The Rolling Thunder Revue—Tuscarora reservation, Niagara County, NY, November 16, 1975.