#the del tones

[sudden-stops-kill]

Dick Dale & The Del Tones "Misirlou" 1963

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[dissociativlyours]

🎙️ | RETRO MOOD BOARD

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[musickickztoo]

Dick Dale *May 4, 1937

[jerseyartblog]

Quick 'lil Percy and Pike doodles as the day's winding down!

[delopsia]

"Why did you pick me?" "Because you have the kindest eyes I've ever seen."

It's Rookie Season. That time of year when aspiring fighters get their chance at being chosen by big-name beast fighters for their chance at fighting by their side in the famous Rookie Circuit. Drawn in by circumstance, Bob Floyd never expected himself to be chosen by one of the most elusive fighters in the business, and he certainly never anticipated falling head over heels for her in their quest to win this year's season. But what happens when he learns the secret lurking behind her winning streak?

A moodboard for the fic idea that spontaneously popped into my head while I was driving the other day. Will I actually write it? Who knows.

[folklore-barnes]

jason dean from heathers

~ a playlist ~

set fire to the rain - adele

vampire - olivia rodrigo

psycho killer - talking heads

zombie - miley cyrus (original version also applies of course)

spin me round - dead or alive

i was a teenage werewolf - the cramps

i just died - cutting crews

let it rock - bon jovi

somebody's watching me - rockwell

the sharpest lives - my chemical romance

speechless - lady gaga

i know the end - phoebe bridgers

breakin dishes - rihanna

you give love a bad name - bon jovi

detroit rock city - kiss

gimme what i want - miley cyrus

goo goo muck - the cramps

running up that hill - kate bush

madhouse - nessa barrett

mad hatter - melanie martinez

nightmare - halsey

rollin with my homies - coolio

the hills - the weeknd

smells like teen spirit - nirvana

jimmy - tones and i

chosen - maneskin

the last man on earth - wolf alice

the smallest man who ever lived - taylor swift

bad habits - ed sheeran

i love you i'm sorry - gracie abrams

ultraviolence - lana del rey

heaven's on fire - kiss

i can fix him - taylor swift

teenagers - my chemical romance

pumped up kicks - foster the people

victorious - panic! at the disco

smile - wolf alice

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via denim delinquent

[delta-piscium]

okay, for wip weekend, very hard to choose just one BUT cringefail vampire eddie (beloved) won out this time

he's so dear to me, (beloved is right there) so I'm very happy about that!! thank you <3

(I know it's 3 sentences but I wrote 491 words and we're just gonna go with that okay? sorry and thank u again)

Eddie’s fingers are rapidly drumming against the countertop where he’s perched. The need he now has to be high up increasing with his hunger. “Just bite me, Eddie,” Steve sighs, “it’s probably inherent to not mess up, so there’s no need to worry.” And then he, to Eddie’s great horror, starts taking his shirt off. “We don’t know that,” Eddie hisses through his now protruding fangs, “and why are you stripping?” Steve gives him a look like he’s the insane one. Like he’s the one telling a vampire to just bite at his major arteries, and undressing in the middle of said vampire's kitchen. “I don’t want to get blood on my shirt,” Steve shrugs and then bends down to pull his socks off too. “Or accidentally step in it with my socks." He makes a face and shudders like that’s his biggest worry right now, "it’s bad enough when you step in water.” How is he being so relaxed about this?  “So where do you want me?” He claps his hands together, looking around the dark room. Eddie is going to kill him, except he’s very much not because he’s not doing this. “Far away with your clothes on,” Eddie mutters.  A look of hurt crosses Steve’s face before it’s replaced with a frown.  “You need blood, I have blood. What’s the issue? ” He crosses his arms over his still very bare chest and fixes Eddie with a look. “Is it me? Because we could call-” “No Steve, it’s not you,” Eddie interrupts before Steve can say whoever else would be willing to risk their life for his tragic undead ass.  “It’s the fact that I could kill you.” His face softens, “Eddie-” Eddie doesn’t want to hear him say it’s okay again. He can’t hear Steve — wonderful, beautiful, Steve — say Eddie’s life is worth the risk of his own. “I could really mess up,” he pleads, begging Steve to just get it. To let it go. But he’s not sure Steve actually knows how to let things go. Ignore things? Sure. But let go? No. And this isn’t something Steve seems willing to brush under the rug. “What if you bit me in a place that isn’t so risky?” Steve continues to press because he can't let things go- and wait what? “Huh?” Eddie says. “You don’t have to bite my neck just because that’s what they do in movies and books,” he points out and, yeah fuck he’s right. Why did Eddie think he had to be fucking Dracula just because he’s a vampire now? “I- yeah, I guess so,” he says carefully eyeing Steve as he takes a step closer, then another.  “So you’ll do it?” And why does he have to sound so hopeful about it? Eddie closes his eyes and makes the mistake of taking a deep breath in. Inhaling the delicious, mouthwatering, smell of Steve and his warm, fresh, blood.  “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

wip weekend (make me write)

[laniusbignaturals]

No song has ever reflected the feeling of escaping childhood abuse in your early 20s quite as well as Chemtrails Over the Country Club imo. That moment when your life becomes boring and routine but that’s okay because boring and routine doesn’t mean putting up with constant degradation anymore; all of the interests mentioned in the song being clearly characterized as petty and silly, but still important and meaningful, just because they aren’t kneecapped by abuse anymore. Astrology and dingy swimming pools, the icons of a “beautiful, deep normality” that sets in slowly over time. The everyday topics and environments which used to serve as battlegrounds in which abuse was conducted - religion, your car, your school - suddenly become lighthearted, easy and airy for the first time in recent memory. The theme in the chorus of being “on the run,” of having to “play it cool,” because even now your past is still nipping at your heels, but you’re closer to freedom than ever before. Waiting for summer to be over. Looking back on your old circumstances with disgust, wondering how you ever could’ve thought that was normal and realizing your parents didn’t deserve the power they were given. “Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.” That desire to reach into the past to your young self and tell them how much better things are going to get, to tell them that they weren’t imagining it, that there was a way out, it didn’t have to be that way and it’s not gonna be that way forever. All of it set over a soft gentle melody, almost like a eulogy. “It’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up.”

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[kathybluecaller]

messing around with colors

[rose-and-lemongrass]

In The Coffee Table (2022) when the characters say "We've got ten minutes before we go back and Maria finds out" there's ten minutes left of the movie

[mcnuggyy]

he is so cute to me… 🥺🫶

[penumbralwoods]

hey friendly reminder that the filter system does exist and you can and should use it to your benefit.