#perfect 80s life

[seyvia]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞!

[kodasea]

The question (that started it all)

[verittean]

after several hours of struggling on trying to decide how to draw turbo i finally managed to get something

it's just a little doodle of a scene i'm writing to inspire me to keep going + i also decided to include some practice sketches that helped me figure out how to draw turbo

ok enough distractions i need to get back to writing bye

rambling that is somewhat related in the tags

[ruinedholograms]

(1985)

[xo-myloves]

Izzy and Axl—proving chemistry this hot isn’t just for the stage…@rocketqueen1989x 💋🖤

[rangerzath]

The Bureau's spookiest dynamic duo wishes YOU a safe and happy Halloween!

[philiponmycracker]

My beautiful king Tom Hulce as Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - Wings of Courage (dir. Jean-Jacques Annaud, 1995)

Run time is little less than 40 mins, and this is the first dramatic film shot in IMAX 3D. Just with his presence he makes every single minute count. I honestly think Tom is insanely gorgeous in this film, and oh you can hear him speak in his natural voice, so soft and kind, my god... I was actually blushing.

[reinabeestudio]

4:00 AM

Words: 777

Relationships: Tags n Locket (Scout/Cee)

A/N: A oneshot for White Day! This takes place after the events of issue #7, so you might be confused if you haven't read it (takes place 7 years later, 1979, for those not in the know). Also!! The title comes from 4.00 AM by Taeko Ohnuki, the fic does NOT take place at 4 am lol

*[divider]

"You have a lovely family, Jeremy. Full of life, like you."

Jeremy preened under Cee's compliment as he softly closed the door to his bedroom, careful to not wake up his children. They could sleep there, just for tonight.

"Thanks! Not gonna lie, they're a handful sometimes. Guess I really understand how you felt back then with the twins, Cee." It felt so foreign to call her like that. For Jeremy, she's always been Ms. Doremi. The pretty and wonderful Ms. Doremi.

The pair made their way downstairs, where they parted for a moment. Cee went to the living room, while Jeremy walked to the kitchen and reached out for a can of Bonk! Atomic Punch. Old habits die hard, and he could barely indulge in it while the kids were around. He had to set a good example, after all. And the last thing he needed was his children addicted to soda like he was. Maybe he should just do like his mom and start drinking wine. He's heard it's good for the heart or something. Spy knew a lot about wines, he'd have to call him sometime to ask.

But right now, there was something more important to focus on. That is, the beautiful old friend waiting for him in the living room.

He took a sip of the drink as he plopped down next to Cee on the couch with a weary sigh. God, she looked so pretty no matter how much time passed. This woman made him feel like his younger self again, when he was still a mercenary desperately chasing after girls. Years later, she still had this fluttering effect on him.

"Y'know, Cee," he started, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "The kids freakin' adore you. They love it when you're around."

Cee smiled softly, scooting closer. "I'm very fond of them too. They will grow up with a loving father and family that cares for them. They are very lucky children."

"And, uh, y'know… I was thinking that I'd like- I mean, it'd be nice if we… you…"

Jeremy took a long swig of his can, a poor attempt to calm his beating heart. Fucking hell, this was hard. But he can't chicken out now. Not after 7 years of missing her. Man up, Willis, you're a father now.

He set the can aside and took her hand on his, caressing her knuckles with his thumb.

"I want you to be part of the family, Cynthia. My family."

His heart was wildly thumping inside his chest as he waited for her answer. Her long silence was not comforting. Fuck, what if she didn't see him that way at all? What if he made it awkward now? What if she leaves like his past wives did?

His racing mind stopped dead in its tracks when he felt something warm on his skin. Cee looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with adoration as she cupped his cheek.

"Jeremy... do you mean it?" she asked softly.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers as he gazed deep into her eyes. He could see the worry and the love warring within them, and it made him want to chase away all of it.

"I've missed ya for a long time, Cynthia," he whispered. "I don't wanna lose you again."

With that, Jeremy closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. It was filled with all the pent-up longing and desire that had been building up inside him throughout the years. She meant so much to him, and he wanted her to know it.

Cee's hand slid down to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his soft hair as she deepened the kiss. He could feel the heat of her body, the beating of her heart, and it ignited a fire within him. When they pulled away, they were both panting as he rested his forehead against hers, a look of awe on his face.

"I wished to do that for so long," Cee murmured softly with a laugh. He smiled back as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and savoring the feeling of her body pressed against his. He could get used to this.

"Well, princess, get ready. ‘Cause we got lots to catch up and the Smooch Train just departed from the station!" Jeremy grinned, leaning in to press more kisses to her face, peppering each inch with his lips. Cee laughed under his love assault, and he relished on the lovely sound. He missed it so much. He missed her so much.

Yes, he could get used to this.

[seyvia]

The party was over before we knew it, leaving us wishing we could've had more time. 👻💜

[yeahyankee]

I love a self-made bitch.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

#that washing machine was more emotionally present in my childhood than my actual parents

"smart appliances" fuck u i want them dumb as a brick and incidentally as sturdy and enduring

[cathymee]

why does showtime have random episodes where they just make as much mj references as they can

[catenary-chad]

as much as the ham-fisted coach sexism is something I largely write out…. it’s one of the few canon divides that actually does kind of check out irl. The way passenger service became increasingly deprioritized due to economic conditions making it more and more of a burden in the postwar US rail system makes for some interesting dynamics. The politics of it are kind of complicated and I need to think about how to best simplify it

(Greaseball dumping Dinah…. and running off with Dustin or Slick or literally any of the freight to reflect UP and most other railroads of the time ditching passenger service as soon as they were allowed. Comes crawling back later either after being hired by Rainbow Era Amtrak or becoming a heritage unit)

[mariska]

me at 1 am when i have to wake up at like 7:30-8 AM at the latest and partake in an autism assessment appointment when my brain almost never naturally wakes up before like 9:30-10 am and i have medical trauma and prior misdiagnosis triggers acting up in my head and i just got my period and i have endometriosis so im in agony and i start to feel a full blown depressive panic attack coming on even though i've already taken my anti panic medication and also i have adhd and cant get myself to turn on fortnite and play for like an hour to try and de-stress because of all of the above plus executive dysfunction

[seyvia]

Honey's Spooky Day party, and Loli seems to be the only one not having fun.

It's all just too much for a toddler.

[byjove]

The Italian restaurant in my mom’s hometown WAS definitely a mob front. The owner briefly served in the Italian military, immigrated to America in his twenties back in the early 70s, mysteriously had enough money to open a chain of Italian restaurants and was convicted for trafficking cocaine across the Virginia/West Virginia area and spent 15 years in prison.

My mom had worked as a waitress at the place while she was a teenager and throughout her 20s and she realized that when she was sent to the restaurant’s sister location in West Virginia in a mysteriously packed car by her mysteriously nice boss, it probably wasn’t pizza ingredients she was hauling. It was the 80s. She was a tiny, very naive, conventionally attractive church girl with no criminal record so she was the perfect unwitting drug mule.

The thing was, this restaurant and the man who operated it were locally loved. Beyond large scale organized cocaine trafficking, food was his other passion. Everyone waited anxiously for him to get out of prison and when he did this guy started a crusade against the corrupt local sheriff’s office. He started doing anti-police brutality advocacy work WHOLEHEARTEDLY. Donating to local families who had been victims and participating in local drives and awareness campaigns.

Made men usually do local charity work but the balls on this guy to take up sword and spear against shitty corrupt ineffectual law enforcement. Incredible. One thing about Appalachians is that we hate the cops and we love social agitators. This guy lived a long eventful life and died recently of natural causes and the overwhelming outpouring of love for him on Facebook was incredible, a uniting force that the town had not seen in decades, everybody was sharing their favorite stories about him and I’m sure local law enforcement was fuming.