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DISCO, IBIZA, LOCOMÍA 2024 ‧ Musical/Drama | dir. Kike Maíllo
#disco ibiza locomia#jaime lorente#iván pellicer#alejandro speitzer#pol granch#queer#kiss#lgbt#music#couple#trailers#queer characters#movie trailer#pop culture#pop bands#locomía#españa#mexico#queer media#beautiful men
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐓𝐃. 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟎𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟖-𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 💕
#honey ltd.#1960s#60s#sixties#60s bands#psychedelic pop#pop bands#music recs#lee hazlewood#60s fashion#fashion#music recommendation#1970s#70s#music
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The Monkees - 1965.
#the monkees#peter tork#davy jones#micky dolenz#pop bands#rock bands#60s music#60s bands#music industry#classic television#mike nesmith
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#music#pop bands#memes#movies#scream#neve cambell#timbiriche#courtney cox#skeet ulrich#meme#horror movies#horror#david arquette#drew barrymore
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#if one more person tries to act like netflix sending a mediocre band to a picket line as a form of retaliation#is an actual thing that could happen i will kill you#also if you guys can’t handle a little jab at one of the most milquetoast pop bands of the current era#iiiiiiii don’t think you’re ready for this website or the internet in general#just because somsone does good stuff does not mean i have to like their stuff
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Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots
#punkblogging#if any of y'all call me a fucking misogynist for this#I literally almost exclusively listen to women fronted bands it's not because she's a woman#I even listen to pop sometimes!!! (I mean not radio pop but still)#she is just fucking lame as a human being and she's an awful songwriter and an industry plant in the exact same ways as musk#I could say this about most men in the music industry as well but no one is out here fucking worshipping... idek I literally#do not know enough men fronted bands to put together an example
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i’ve given up on you // real friends
#people que don’t let in#pop punk#lyrics#aesthetic#canva graphics#pop punk lyrics#pop punk edits#lyric edits#pop punk trash#real friends#real friends band#real friends lyrics
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He’s always had it in him.
A continuation of the Pop Rock Floyd series: here, here and here
#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls john dory#trolls floyd#trolls comic#trolls fanart#trolls 3#tbt#genrequeer floyd#transgenre Floyd#pop rock Floyd#my dumb trolls thought of the day#I just think it’d be funny if calm sensitive Floyd was a bad tantrum baby#he mellowed with age#had to post this again because of a formatting error#my bad#sorry for the confusion!
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#music#neck deep#the story so far#pop punk#state champs#sum 41#bands#gigs#grunge#grungy aesthetic#movements band#green day#hot mulligan#fuck next deep mate they're shit#the front bottoms#the story so far band#modern baseball#music lyrics#mobo#poppunk
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GOTTEM- Here's some Ivy shenanigans, and another mashup of my AUs. I can picture them lovingly teasing her, and Ivy finds it fun. Since they are older here I gave them updated outfits :) I think its fun exploring their family dynamic so there may be more!
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls fanart#trolls 3#trolls band together#trolls world tour#branch#broppy#branch x poppy#poppy#punk rock branch#pop princess poppy#poppunk au#broppy au#broppy kid#trolls ivy#trolls 2#trolls au#comic#my art#poppunk parent au
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Jojo Siwa: I'm creating a new genre called gay pop
me fr:
#posting this here as well#that made me want to DIE#and these are just artists from my playlists#there's HUNDREDS of other queer pop artists#but you're out here trying to reinvent the wheel#jojo siwa#queer music#dodie clark#clairo#david bowie#lesley gore#queen band#elton john#hayley kiyoko#renee rapp#chappell roan#mad tsai
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EDIT: someone wrote a fic based off of this and im holding you all at gun point to read it rn
i did noooottt mean for this to be as long as it is lmao!! I LOVE THESE PINK BITCHES !!!!!
and their. questionable father
#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls#viva#poppy#doodling#ive been debating whether i should write fic or draw comics bc the royal pop fam has been invading my brain ever since#i watched the movies. but i decided i do what i want so why not both#. so maybe expect something similar in ao3 if i ever get off my butt to finish that#OR MORE COMICS YIPPIEEEEEE#its also so funny bc i did write this first but then shit just got longer the more i worked on it I YAP TOO MUCH SO FUCK IT THE SISTERS#DO TOO
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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.
It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.
Worse?
It was short.
Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.
The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.
“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.
Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.
“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.
Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.
‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’
“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.
They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.
Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.
Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.
(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.
Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.
The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)
Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.
Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.
Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.
“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”
He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”
To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.
None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.
Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.
Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.
Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.
“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.
A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”
Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction
“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”
“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!
“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”
As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.
Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.
“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”
It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”
Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.
Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.
(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)
The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.
It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.
Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.
Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.
“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”
He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.
Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.
(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)
“You know who doesn’t look scary?”
Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;
“Steve!”
Eddie’s left eye twitched.
‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.
Cartoon squawking and all.
“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”
So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.
“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”
Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.
There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.
Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.
One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.
(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”
“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)
“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.
“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!
“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”
He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.
“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”
A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.
“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”
This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.
Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!
He was right!
Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.
“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.
Because King Steve? Play D&D?
'Ha!'
“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”
“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.
Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.
Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)
The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.
As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.
“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.
"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”
Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table
Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”
The dick.
“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.
He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.
Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.
#Door Prize#Alt S4#pre steddie#when is it not lmao#Holiday fic#well this is more of a warm up but it has another part#Ive just given up the WIPS are running my life#this is brought to you by a local high schools massive holiday bazaar I went too that had cute band kids running around#could not play music though bless them#I did FINALLY get re employed so things are slowing down but Im hoping to post one more chapter of SOMETHING before the end of dec#and probably the other half of this warm up shes short#steven harrington#eddie munson#baking#special appearance by Adopt a Jocks Tiff#Robin pops up in this in the other half#Dustin Henderson#and his scheming#Steve can bake#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#steddie
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So let me introduce to you the one and only…
#the beatles#paul mccartney#john lennon#beatles#george harrison#ringo starr#beatles fanart#beatles art#the beatles fanart#art#digital drawing#digital art#illustration#artists on tumblr#colors#sgt peppers lonely hearts club band#sgt pepper#billy shears#pop music#music group#military#in a pop way
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proper dose// the story so far
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