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lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago
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Hi idk if your even taking request but I was wondering if you could do a mid 90s?? But just of fuckshit yk? 
yes ofc 🙏🙏🙏 requests are always open pookies !! hopefully I got what you're looking for 🤞🤞
FUCKSHIT ; dating headcanons
warnings ; language, mentions of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol
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this man has a soft side
he's not the hard, rebellious boy he puts an act on for
when it's just you two, he's really clingy and shit
he's usually the driver but most the time you're driving him around, istg
fucking passenger princess ass
you even have to order for him when getting fast food
"Dude just lean over me, I'm not memorizing your whole order"
he likes sharing music with you, like if he has a new favorite song or if he got into a new artist, he always goes to show you first
"It's a fuckin kids meal!"
getting high with him in his car and sleeping the nights in the back is a usual activity
skating with him ⁉️⁉️⁉️
constantly complimenting you and catcalling you
if you're learning something new, he refuses you trying to give up. literally places you back on your board and shoves you away
"you got this shawty!"
calls you all those fuckboy nicknames like ma, mamas, shawty, etc.
he usually calls you a nickname though, he likes putting the friendship you had before the relationship over the whole dating thing
very carefree in your relationship
he's not controlling at all idk what some of yall are talking about
he's pretty lowkey about the whole relationship thing, like his friends obv know and yk estees group, other skater groups and whatever, but he's not prancing it around
look, if you dress a little less for a chilly day, he's got a hoodie and probably some spare pants for you too
he's pretty much like a 7 or 8 on a pda scale but he's not making out with you in public
he'd literally kill you if you even suggested that
for valentines day you just straight up got him a tiny box of joints that you hand wrapped yourself and a six pack
he totally forgot to get you anything but repayed you in some stickers and t-shirts from motorz that you wanted
unlike popular opinion, he's not that much of a player
at least to you
there's some sort of mutual bond you've gotten from your friendship and you carried it into your relationship. there's no lying, there's no hiding shit
people fuck up, it's fine
although when he gets fucked up, he gets fucked up
he's not abusive, just scary cause he gets loud and dumb
if you have acne, he loves it. it makes you look like a real person and not all those conventionally attractive fuckers who are made of plastic
he's been diagnosed with ADD so thats a whole different thing in itself
he seems like the type of person to trace over your bacne scars with a marker
also uses the marker on your back to draw random doodles
always gotta sign his name on your shoulder blade for some reason
he loves skating with you, his passion and his love
he's corny as fuck sometimes and the other boys pick at him but he can't help it
constant makeout sessions when you're alone at motorz/at each other's houses
he subtly matches his outfits with you sometimes
like if you're wearing a red flannel, he'll wear a red tshirt. if you're wearing nikes, he is too
ass smacking competitions
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cinedits · 4 months ago
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mid90s (2018) icons.
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cantcatchmeee · 2 years ago
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treflip7 · 9 months ago
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mid90s art + little egbert
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diacripticcomplex · 20 days ago
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Ayato gives the same energy as Fuckshit from Mid90s
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fuckshitslover · 2 years ago
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shook up - fuckshit
you woke up, alarmed as you heard the ringing of your clock, about to lean forward, you put your hand on the linen, expecting to feel the soft quilt. instead, you felt something out of the ordinary. soft, hard flesh of someone's arm.
you quickly turned your head, to see an all too familiar face laying next to you, fuckshit. (or andre , as his family calls him). you two were best friends, so seeing him in your bed wasnt too unusual.
but you were naked.
and so was he.
that was what was out of the ordinary. you were confused, and apparently, he was too. you saw him start stirring in his sleep and out of habit, pulled up the quilt over your bare chest, although you didnt feel that there was really a point in that. he sputters something and then rubs his eyes, opening them to a very confused face, his best friend, you.
he wasn't nearly as shocked as you were, until he realised he had no clothes on, and neither did you. he was taken aback, trying to form a sentence but the confusion added to his regular amount of grammar skills gave him no luck.
you felt a pounding headache, signifying that you two had been drinking that night.
his thoughts, obviously moving slower that yours caused him to blurt out "do you think we fucked?" straight to the point i guess.
"looks like it"
"fuck... shiiiiiit. thats something new".
he was still obviously too fucked out to realise what this meant, it had pretty much put a ripple in the time space continuum! even if he didn't yet, you knew that you guys could never be the same again, even if you tried you would always have this moment playing in the back of your mind. suddenly, you heard rapid knocking on your door and fuckshit turned around as he knew you were going to get up.
you reached into your wardrobe and pulled out a robe and ran to the door. you heard fuckshit scrambling to get his clothes (that were sprawled out on the floor) and you opened the door.
you were met with a camera clad fourthgrade, ray next to him with a thirteen year old behind him.
i wonder where ruben is?
they invited themselves into your home as the kid stayed with ray in the living room, fourthgrade ran to you room, appearing to be filming for this weird school project he was doing.
he opened the door with a swift 'aha' and ran over to what sounded like fuckshit cursing him out.
might make a part 2, might not. tell me if you want one.
also i have a hc that fuckshit's name is actually andre fischer.
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jasminejarss · 1 year ago
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mid90s (2018) dir. Jonah Hill
So let's go.
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xelmokidx · 11 months ago
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Nicknames
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Mid90’s x gn or fem!reader / slight Fuckshit x gn!reader
Reader wanted a nickname, so the boys tried to come up with one. It sucked + readers' first time meeting the boys. 
Warnings!!: two mentions of fem pronouns sorta. Just fluff:D
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Spike Psyche. That's my nickname. Out of all the things my friends could have nick-named me. Spike Psyche. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, appalled. Fuckshit nods, swigging back his Coke. 
“Yup.” he replies as Sunburn (aka stevie) giggles at the name.“Why?” I exclaim in disbelief. 
Ray chuckles at the nickname before muttering
 “Thats fucked up” Fuckshit opens his stupid mouth again. “Because all you talk about Is chopping off our heads and putting them on spikes, and how you want to kill yourself after every minor inconvenience.” I gasp, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. “I do not!”
Ruben shakes his head. “Yes, you do.”
FourthGrade chuckles behind his camera and I glare at him. He sinks down into the couch. “I do not talk about killing myself that much guys, if anything Ruben does more than me!” Ruben whips his head around to look at me. “Man, fuck you” He starts “I do not talk about that depressed shit.” I shake my head. “Y’all are trippin’” I look around the shop and see some customers listening in on our conversation. “I will not let yall call me that dumbass name, I like Y/N so much better”
Fourth grade finally chimes in. “But last week you said you hated your basic name and you wanted a nickname.” Bless his innocent soul. “Well I take it back, i am not answering to ‘Spike Psyche’” I sink into the couch with a pout. “Well fine ma, we’ll find you a “good nickname” Fuckshit reasons. I nod. We sit in silence as Ray gets up to help the customer. I look around the shop. 
New posters of artists I like are on the walls. Fuckshit insisted on making the space mine as well as theirs. All I heard was ‘we need new decorations and you have good taste in music’ I didn't really mind though. I've always wanted to add my own little spice into the skate shop ever since I first stepped foot in it. I think back a couple years. 
I was 13. I wanted a new board for my birthday. So, my dad took me to the nearest shop. Four boys sat on a couch near a wall, watching MTV on their small TV. The tall one noticed us first. He nudged the golden haired boy to his left, who then looked up at me. “Oh shit” he muttered under his breath. My dad frowned. I guess he caught that. “Hey, welcome to Motorz, how can I help y'all today?” he asked, clearly trying to impress my dad (on account of my dads business attire). 
My dad spoke for me while I hid behind him in fear. I was never good with new people. Especially ones I found cool. 
As my dad pressed questions like ‘How old even are you?’ and ‘fuckshits your name?’ I only found the kid cooler. How did you even wind up with a name like Fuckshit? 
Soon enough, my own personal skateboard was in my hands, and my dad was dragging me out of the shop despite my wanting to stay. As I looked behind me to the boys, and the supposed fuckshit was waving to me out the door. With my other free hand I waved back. He smiled a soft smile, and then walked back into the shop yelling “that chick was hot!” I smiled to myself the whole way home. I went back to the shop after school one day to see fuckshit again, and just stayed there for three years. My dad warmed up to fuckshit eventually, but still has some grudges against him. 
And I'm still in love with the stupid kid, even though he gets on my nerves almost every day.
 I look at fuckshit now. His hair is longer, yet less taken care of and frizzy. He has more scars from skateboarding. And his eyes look even more green against his tan olive skin. Suddenly, he speaks. “I got it!” I roll my eyes and mutter “what is it?” He smirks and walks over to me slightly slotting his legs between mine. “Your new nickname is Stalker, because you're always staring at me” The boys erupt in laughter. I gasp “fuck you” 
“You wish ma,” 
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mannyblacque · 2 years ago
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Mid90s (2018)
Directed by Jonah Hill
Cinematography by Christopher Blauvelt
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lowkeyrobin · 10 months ago
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MID90S ; first kiss
includes ; fuckshit, ray & fourthgrade
warnings ; language, talk of weed, mentions of alcohol, mentions/jokes of sex
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FUCKSHIT
while at a skate park in the dark
you two were just smoking and enjoying the silence of the night
he just turns to you with a little smile
and you just go for it
quickly leads to a makeout session
you were so high you didn't even remember
the next day at Motorz, he's talking to the other boys all about it before you get there
rays like "Hey y/n. so how was your night?"
and you're totally oblivious for a minute
the others are like "yo fuckshit lied lmao"
but he stands his ground
"I'm not lying n****! dude, how high were you? do you actually not remember??"
RAY
you guys were jamming to music after closing at motorz
he turns your head to face him while one of his favorite songs is playing
then he just kisses you all within a second
"huh?"
he just smiles and shrugs
then you kiss him back before he can turn away
fuckshit comes back for a hoodie that he accidently left and walks into you two making out on the couch
"yo, can I have my hoodie?"
he's unphased but internally cheering for you guys
you quickly toss him the hoodie and get back to sucking face
then the blonde just shrugs and leaves
he immediately calls fourthgrade over the nearest payphone to tell him
and then the next morning at the court house before you and Ray show up, he gossips about it to Ruben and Stevie as well
"Yeah, Ray's dreams are now taken up by screwing y/n
FOURTHGRADE
you guys were skating around town and caught a break at a gas station
you got slushies
outside before you get back to skating, he just grabs your face, kisses you and skates away
you just sit there like "wth" and chase after him
you don't talk about it til estees party bc you were both bored and didn't want to smoke or drink with the others
"I like you"
"I can tell. I mean, feelings reciprocated"
"Seriously?"
"Uh huh"
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bratsygirlsworld · 1 year ago
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Mid90s 2018 🎥🛹
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juicypopprincess · 1 year ago
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olan is so fine i can’t
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bip-n-bops-drawings · 1 year ago
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FuckShit
from Mid90s 2018
I recently watched Jonah Hill's Mid 90s movie on Netflix and that's when I became aware of a boy named FuckShit. The guy with his lion's mane appealed from the first moment. Well, this is my fanart of the movie Mid90s
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wehatepaparazzi · 11 months ago
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ff0704 · 2 years ago
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michelleinterrupted · 2 years ago
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Can u do a fem!reader wanting to do fuckshuts hair?
stop I love this sm. also I apologize for any typos, I just got acrylics for the first time and I'm struggling rn :,)
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༺ fuckshit x gn!reader ༻
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Fuckshit and I laid in his bed listening to the new Bigge cd he got yesterday.
He was on his back reading lyrics along with the music in the background.
I softly picked up a curl from near my face and twirled it around my pointer finger before letting it fall.
"You have such nice hair.." I whispered since our faces were pretty close to each other.
He looked at me for a second and smiled a bit at the compliment.
"Yeah..its a pain in the ass to keep up with though." Andre sighed in annoyance at just the thought.
"I could braid it if you'd like? You know, keep it outta your face n all.." I offered.
"Fuck it, sure." He agreed.
Fuckshit got up from his spot on the bed and sat down on the floor in front of me.
I sat up and swung my legs over so he was sitting in between them.
I decided on just one braid going down his back since it wouldn't take very long.
It wasn't the easiest thing since his hair was kind of a mess but I made it work.
Once I was done I realized I didn't have anything to tie it with, I scanned his room and didn't see any in sight.
"I dont have a rubber band or anything." I said, hoping he had one I didn't see.
Andre slightly rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie and slipped the elastic he kept on his wrist, handing it back to me.
I tied off his hair and smoothed my hands over the top of his head.
"All done." I kissed the crown of his head and rested my chin on top.
"Thank you, baby. Always so good to me." He thanked and tipped his head back to peck my lips while he smiled.
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any likes, comments or reblogs are appreciated!! pls dont repost on other platforms unless you give credit!!
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