#Atlanta hardcore

[doyoulikethisemoband]

[felopunk]

Nurse - S/T 2023

[realgirllife]

hand painted finished digitally

[adamparrishdyke]

i dont have any fandomy hyperfixations at the moment so i just watch documentaries and like. learn. getting lamer and having fun

[bestfuckinmusic]

A.M.Q.A. - Mutant Cats From Hell - 1988

Atlanta crossover/hardcore from the 80s. Never been sure about what AMQA stood for though!

[doggerell]

Blossom // Coletta

to know me more, youll love me less

[sethhulsey]

Physique from Olympia, nag chloride and whiphouse are locals !

Flier: Ross Adams !

[walkinclosetrecords]

Splooge - Heavier Than Heaven (WIC049)

Genre: Crust Punk/Sludge Metal Location: Atlanta, Georgia Released October 4th, 2022

https://walkinclosetrecords.bandcamp.com/album/heavier-than-heaven

[magazinewankersworld]

Melissa Wolf

Sometimes credited under the alternate spelling of Melissa Wolfe, she was born in 1964 in New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada. Melissa was raised in Vancouver and educated in all girl Catholic schools. She began modeling and dancing at gentleman's clubs at age 18 when her job at McDonalds didn't pay the bills. She became Penthouse Pet of the Month for the June 1985 issue of the magazine, and continued her dancing and nude modeling career well into the 1990's, dabbling in hardcore shoots with male adult stars and some softcore lesbian shoots. In the late 1990s and throughout the 2000s, she appeared in around half a dozen B-movies. In January 2007 she was arrested at her suburban home near Atlanta, Georgia on charges of prostitution, keeping a place of prostitution and conspiracy to possess cocaine under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act. In October 2007, she pleaded guilty to prostitution, holding a place of prostitution and possession of cocaine and was fined $US150,000.

[1989butcher]

Boots

daryl dixon x reader

he gave you a pair of oversized boots a long time ago, and you’ve kept them ever since.

set: alexandria, you got separated when the prison fell.

2.7k words

FLUFF!!!!!!!! i <3 fluff. this is my first fic pls be nice to me 🥹

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Y/N’s POV

I’ve been walking for months with nothing but a near empty backpack and boots that are far too big for my feet. The last time I slept with four walls was a long time ago at the prison. I haven’t even fully began to process what happened, I simply haven’t had the time.

When this whole thing started, I was visiting my brother in Atlanta. I didn’t know when my parents dropped me off at the airport in Michigan would be the last time I saw them. I lost my family, well everyone but Glenn, but after enough time I gained a new one.

The people I met in Atlanta, the ones that made in to the Greene farm, were some of the best people I had come across in my life. I never thought I would enjoy chilly nights eating rabbits, oddly enough I had one as a pet when growing up. Glenn never failed to remind me when I would be eating one, which led Daryl to tease me about it every time he brought one home. “This one look like yours?” He would always bring it to me first. I turned away quickly. “Stop!” I covered my eyes. I think a smile would curl from his lips. I would almost laugh out of anger. I knew every time he did this, he would come right to me to rub it in my face. “I wish I never told you about Thumper.” I said, basically talking into my shoulder. I turned to him on the log I was sitting on, still covering my eyes but peeking in between my fingers. “I ain’t ever gonna let you live this down.” I sighed, while he turned on his heel and walked away.

Glenn was sitting opposite of me, with Maggie of course. “Whatever happened to the little guy?” Glenn asked, his fingers intertwined with Maggie. Couldn’t even begin to believe my big brother found love at a time like this. I went back to building the fire, slower than before in hopes the archer would make a joke about it. “I dunno, after like five years I’m pretty sure he died, but mom said he ran away. Either way, he got a better fate than he would now.” I replied, staring into the dimming fire. I’m sure Maggie said something about rabbits on the farm, but that’s where the memory stops.

The farm being overrun was something inevitable, especially after we found out walkers were living in the barn. I’ll never forget standing there with Daryl, as he ran to Carol to stop her from going after Sophia. I don’t think he will ever forget that either. I know he blames himself, no matter how many times I said it wasn’t his fault. He would hold his head in his hands and I would rub his back, telling him ‘it’s ok’. He would shake his head and always reply no, or more like “Nah.” I just wanted to be there for him and take away his pain.

Speaking of pain, my feet were throbbing. I have been walking on this road for what feels like years. I don’t even know how much time has passed since the prison fell. I think living there was the happiest I had ever been. Our small family from the farm turned into a full on community. We farmed, had animals, kids went to a sort of school (if that’s what Carol wants to call it), and so much more. Runs were sort of fun, although Daryl never wanted me to go. One time, Glenn, Maggie, and I went on a run and promised to be home by sundown, as usual. I was hardcore third wheeling, but that was my brother and Maggie had become my sister. We were singing in the car, celebrating the canned foods we had found in an abandoned mini-van. Laughing, it almost felt normal. It was night when we returned, since we went a bit farther than we predicted. Rick, Tyreese, and of course, Daryl were waiting at the gate as we pulled up. They looked worried sick but I think the three of us were grinning ear to ear. When I stepped out of the car, unscathed, I saw the archer sigh in relief. “Don’t tell me you were worried Daryl, how sweet!” I teased him, handing him a crate of food. He huffed a quick “whatever” and I turned away and smiled. I think he saw me smile, I hoped he did. I never did tell him about the warm way he made me feel, quite literally warm. I was constantly cold, and he would always be bringing me back blankets or jackets. He even replaced my beaten converse with boots. Boots that were too big, but boots none the less. I also never told him they didn’t really fit, but I loved them too much to find a new pair.

The sun was glaring in my eyes. I laughed at the fact that pre-end of the world, I would have wanted sunglasses to avoid wrinkles from squinting. Even though nowadays, all everyone does is squint. I say everyone as if I have seen a single person since all those weeks ago. Feels like a lifetime has passed.

I decided to take a turn down a road with lots of tire tracks. Maybe I could actually find some sort of shed for the night in a few hours. Cook my very own rabbit. Daryl would be proud. At this very thought, I heard a rustle in the woods. I quickly grabbed my knife strapped to my hip. It indeed was a walker. It growled as it slowly made its way from the forest floor towards me. I walked up to it, shoved my knife into its grey skull, and kicked it back into the forest floor.

I brushed the hair out of my face after putting the knife back in a belt loop. “Where am I supposed to put it?” I asked, as Glenn handed me the knife I carry now. He walked away, passing other weapons out from a run he came back from. Those strong, warm arms came from behind me, with a soft grunt he took the knife from my hands and spun me around, wrapping his fingers through the loops on back of my jeans. His dark hair covering his eyes, he looked through the hair at me. Lifting the knife up for me to see, he slid it through a belt loop. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded in reply, my cheeks red with the fact his hands were still on my waist.

I couldn’t take these memories anymore. For all I knew, they were all dead. Or if some weren’t, they assumed I was. I’m sure of it. My family was gone, again. And I couldn’t help but blame myself.

I don’t want to replay that day in my head with what I could have done differently. That heartbreak would kill me. So I kept moving.

As I kept walking, I could swear I heard children laughing. A noise hard to come by these days, and even harder now after being alone. I surely wouldn’t recognize myself with the knotted hair, covered in dirt and blood, some of it was mine.

I picked up the pace, almost as if I was expecting children to come run and laugh by me. I looked around and saw down the road lots of cars lined up. People had to have done that. Survivors had to have done that. I think I was running at this point, I couldn’t tell. My feet have been numb since the last time I slept.

Around the corner from these cars, I saw a wall with a sign that read “ALEXANDRIA”. Holy shit. A town. With walls. I knew walking up to the gates was a bad idea, but at this point if they shot me, they shot me.

My brother was gone, with his wife who became my best friend. Our leader was gone. Same with his son and baby that I had grown extremely close to. The archer, too. And I wouldn’t admit it, but I love that archer.

I walked up the gates, my feet were stunned I had stopped moving. I quietly knocked, with a coarse “Hello?” I hadn’t talked in days, the last drink was from a river probably a day ago.

A man with a dark mullet and khaki shorts opened the gates ever so slightly. “Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is Y/N, is this your community?” I was basically begging. I was fighting tears from welling up in my eyes. A real person.

“I’m not at the liberty to discuss that with you.” He replied sternly. He looked around, as if someone was going to give him an answer. He held a large gun, clearly he didn’t know how to use it. I was frustrated, and I could take him down if need be, but I was going to be civil about this.

“What is it, Eugene?” someone asked him from behind the gate. I swear I’ve heard the voice before, but I thought it was pure exhaustion fueling my delusion/

“One moment, please hand over your weapons.” The man, assumingely named Eugene said. I handed him my knife and my pistol, that maybe had one bullet left in it. Just as quickly as he opened them, he closed the gates. I still had my pocket knife in my backpack. One of those tourists ones with your name on it. Daryl brought it back for me on a run once, and I’ve never used it. Just kept it, like a token.

“I know this knife.” The faceless voice gasped. Now, instead of just the solid wall, both parts of the gates opened and there she was.

Maggie. Maggie Rhee. Tears in her eyes as she held the knife at her waist, her wedding ring my brother gave her shining in the sun. “Y/N?” she said at an almost whisper. I went to reply, but no words came out. Those tears I had been fighting came out in full force as she crossed over to hug me. Her hand at the back of my head as we knelt to the ground to hold each other. Maggie was here, Glenn had to be. And if they were, who knows who else had made it.

I cried into her shoulder for a moment, until she grabbed my face to brush the hair out of my eyes. “I can’t believe it’s really you.” I smiled back at her, bringing her in for another hug. After a few more minutes of tears, we pulled away, stood up, and shut the gates behind us. “Wait here.” she said, running into a house.

I stood there, wiping tears with my shirt. “I’m Eugene.” the mullet man said. Staring awkwardly at me. “Hi.” I said back, taking a deep breath. He went to say something else before someone came out of the house with Maggie, her hands covering his eyes.

I slowly walked towards them. My heart dropped to my stomach and I swear the world stopped. Maggie used her other hand to say ‘Shhh’ to me. I could barely keep it together when she finally removed her hand from his eyes. It was Glenn.

Before he realized it was me I had already gone to hug him. Crying into his thin shirt and sinking to the street. “Oh my God.” he said in reply, coming back down with me, doing the exact same thing Maggie had done. He kissed my forehead and I felt his tears drop onto my head.

“I’m so sorry.” I cried to him. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve listened, I should’ve stayed with you.” He shook his head, sniffled and pulled away. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Y/N. I’m here. Your family is here.” He picked me up from the ground and Maggie came in to hug us again, going to kiss Glenn and wipe his tears. We all sort of exchanged ‘how on earth did you survive’ and ‘you look like shit’ before they took me walking up the street, careful not to tell me about anyone who had died, but who was here. Rick, the kids, Michonne, Carol, Sasha, some people named Tara, Rosita, Abraham, who had come with Eugene. I was in complete disbelief of an entire neighborhood that was safe.

None of them were outside, so seeing me was going to be a surprise, but they had skipped over a certain archer I was missing. While we came up to the porch that Glenn said was Rick’s, I found myself asking if Daryl was here. The couple exchanged looks. Fear took over as I assumed the worst, until Maggie took my hand and nodded. “He’s here, too. Been looking for you for weeks, actually.” My stomach was full of butterflies, even though it had been empty for weeks.

“He was looking for me?” I asked in disarray, the tears that had finally stopped were going to start all over again. My stomach dropped. He searched for Sophia everyday, all day. He never stopped and the heartbreak he has was unbearable. He was sure it was his fault she was gone, and he hadn’t looked hard enough. Glenn nodded. “Ever since,” he looked at Maggie, who looked away onto the street, his voice now lowered “ever since Beth died, he hasn’t been the same.” My heart had broken into a million little pieces. I squeezed Maggie’s hand, quickly saying I was sorry before she assured me she was going to be okay.

Another death that Daryl would blame himself for. I’m certain of that. Probably blamed himself for me running off too.

I followed the pair inside to where Rick was holding Judith on the couch. My first thought honestly was, holy shit a COUCH.

He stood up and smiled, quick to hug me with Judith propped on his hip. He kissed my cheek and brought me in close. I buried my face in his shirt, kissing Judith after. His shirt smelled of fresh laundry, a smell I hadn’t known for a long time. Rick was the most fearless man I had ever met, and I’d be dead without him. All of us would be.

“You’re here.” he broke the silence. I nodded, wiping my tears away. “Don’t know how, but I’m here.” I replied. He smiled again, looking up the stairs to Carl. He raced down them and tackled me into a hug.

“Y/N, I thought you were gone!” He exclaimed. I wanted to reply I thought I was gone too, but instead just laughed. “You couldn’t get rid of me that easy, kid.” playfully knocking his hat off his head. He laughed and flicked me back. “Daryl is not going to believe this.”

My eyes grew to the size of saucers. I was bursting at the seams. I wanted to see him more than I needed a shower at this point. I was looking out the window Rick was seated in front of when I said “Speaking of Daryl, where is he? Where’s everyone, I need to-“ The question didn’t matter anymore. There he was on the street, looking directly through the window. Almost through me. He took a few steps back, as if he was going to take off running. Like I was a ghost.

If anyone said anything to me, I couldn’t be sure. My legs carried me out the door and down the stairs, and into his strong arms. Arms I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. The ones that held me late at night when I was cold, the ones who taught me how to shoot, even shot his crossbow once, the ones I cried into when we lost the farm, the ones I took naps on during long car rides. Home. I was home.

We didn’t say anything to each other. He had dropped his crossbow in the road where he was now holding me, face snuggled into my neck. He was crying. I reached up to rub the back of his head with my hand. “Been awhile, huh?” I whispered, sarcastically, desperately trying to break the silence. He pulled away, tears hidden under his overgrown hair. “Thought I lost ya” He put his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. “Never.” I said, placing my hands on his face. His response was the same, putting his hands on mine and giving me the gentlest kiss to ever touch my lips.

Didn’t think the entire community had to watch this go down, especially since that was our first kiss, but it makes for a fun story now. We both sniffled and looked into each others eyes, his blue ones glistening with tears. “Didn’t know I had to go missing for you to kiss me like that, Daryl.” Hearing myself say his name made my heart skip a beat.

He broke eye contact and looked towards the ground. “See ya kept those boots.” he remarked. I pulled his gaze back up to meet mine.

“I thought after long enough they could bring me home.”

[flodaya]

They dated from 2012 to 2016 and it wasn’t on and off tho Z found out he was a cheater and called it quits I wonder if she saw tom as a rebound that fall

i heard he broke up with her? omg... maybe i got all my zevor lore completely wrong, anyway, at least i got the years right

my little fanfic-y mind thinks hell yeah Tom was a rebound, like she develop this crush on her hot british costar and was still in the middle of getting over her first love so in my head Deja encouraged Z to have a little fling with Tom in Atlanta lol but oops 8 years later here they still are

it's funny because in one of her relationship advice videos she basically admitted to Tom starting as rebound, zevor official (who at that point had already been a hardcore tomdayer lol) was not subtle at all, "you can go slow or not" guess which one Z and Tom chose💀

[sethhulsey]

A collaboration show with designated moshers unit ! I booked Abyecta from chili. Every band is sick ! Flyer by mason :)

[yandere-paramour]

Just found this blog, and am enjoying Altlanta (Sorry Vivien, I am a lesbian). But one of my favorite things to do with a yandere is imagine them ending up with the most fundamentally incompatible darling possible. So I have to ask...

Is there any mix of personality traits that would cause Atlanta to go "I have made a horrible mistake, this person is not my soulmate", or would she always grin and bear it?

Like, what if the darling is a slob who refuses to bathe, swears like a wounded pirate, treats any attempt to alter her behavior as a good excuse to get into an hours long screaming match, and just isn't affected by the isolation room at all and seems to enjoy being spanked (thus rendering "corrections" useless).

Or what if the darling will not stop telling atlanta how much she hates and despises her... because Atlanta's a (wannabe) ceo and the darling is a hardcore communist who may or may not be very obviously planning on killing atlanta even if doing so risks any chance at freedom because she hates the upper class that much.

Top 10 Personality Traits Atalanta Cannot Stand in a Darling (in no particular order):

Someone who seeks to ruin the Montclair name. She's super proud of her family name and she can't abide by you trying to destroy it.

Someone who doesn't make an effort with themselves. You've got to shower and wash clothes, that's the bare minimum.

Someone who is constantly trying to kill her. Ata prefers to feel safe in her own home. Of course, this only applies continually. You can try to kill her early in the relationship when you're still settling but she would prefer you stop soon.

Someone who doesn't accept her gifts. It frustrates her to no end because she likes to be the provider.

A cheater. End of story.

Someone who constantly puts down Atalanta and tells her how horrible she is. She can handle this at the beginning of the relationship but she can't put up with it for long.

Someone who lies. Atalanta has to know everything about your life at all times and if she doesn't, she gets irritable.

Someone who refuses to show love in any way possible. You've got to spend time with her or let her love on you or physically speak to her. She has to have SOMETHING from you.

Someone abusive. She can't handle that for obvious reasons.

Someone who tries to run. A few times in the beginning is okay but she can't handle someone who keeps trying to leave her.

[indigaux]

Hi @everyone 🦋 I’m Indigaux (they/them)

I’m a blogger, vlogger, and rapper of the digital hardcore / sugartrap diaspora. I also produce noise music n synesthescapes , and i curate and organize music shows in my hood #PUNQNOIRE ✨

I’m from New Haven, CT but I travel to Brooklyn and Atlanta often 🚙💨✨✈️ (book me in your city!)

A fun way of getting to know me is thru my music ~ go ahead and find my SoundCloud 🫠 go ham 🌈‼️💕

Instagram: @/indigaux.thefae or @/punqnoire

Twitter: @/riotqrrr

SoundCloud: @/indigaux

TikTok: @/indigaux

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Darrell Lucus at Daily Kos:

Lost in the hurly-burly over Donald Trump’s conviction is another bit of good news. Two years ago, right-wing provocateur and pseudointellectual Dinesh D’Souza released “2000 Mules,” a film that alleged Trump had a second term stolen from him as a result of a wide-ranging scheme by Democrats to stuff ballot boxes in key swing states. In other words, it was a 90-minute paean to the Big Lie. The film has been widely debunked as one of the latest pieces of conspiracy theory trash from a man with a long history of trafficking in said trash, as has an accompanying book.

Late Friday, D’Souza finally got a long-overdue reckoning for his shameless promotion of the Big Lie. Salem Media Group, the Christian conservative media group that distributed the film and book versions of “2000 Mules,” publicly disavowed both publications and announced it was pulling them from distribution. It didn’t come without prodding, however. Salem was all but forced to pulp both the book and film after a man depicted as one of those “mules” took both it and Salem to court. It initially looked like the beginning of the end for “2000 Mules” came when Salem and its then-publishing division, Regnery Publishing, abruptly pulled the book version from publication due to a supposed “publishing error.” Based on changes made when a new version was released in October, however, they came when several nonprofits whom D’Souza named as being involved in election fraud threatened legal action. D’Souza had earlier vowed to reveal the names of the “nonprofit stash houses” who supposedly illegally harvested ballots in 2020.

But the real dénouement began in October, when Atlanta resident Mark Andrews, who was depicted in the film, sued Salem and D’Souza for conspiracy to violate his right to vote, defamation, and invasion of privacy. While Andrews’ image was blurred in the film, his image was visible in the trailer and stills. Andrews claimed that he and his family had been the targets of violent threats, and feared being attacked by hardcore Trumpers. This isn’t just an abstract concern. Some of the most Trumpified territory in the nation is just an hour’s drive north of Atlanta, as most Georgia Kossacks know. Several counties in North Georgia—the balliwicks of Andrew Clyde and Marjorie Taylor Greene—gave Trump 70 percent or more of the vote. Andrews was subsequently cleared of wrongdoing; state officials found he had legally dropped off ballots for himself and his family.

Sharp analysis from Darrell Lucus on Daily Kos on how right-wing Christian conservative outlet Salem Media Group was forced to disavow both the book and film versions of election denier propaganda piece 2000 Mules from serial liar Dinesh D’Souza.

[bartxnhood]

your day | d.d

(gif not mine)

daryl dixon x reader

summary: it's your birthday, the one day you've come to hate but someone makes it a little better. that someone being daryl.

warnings: none, just fluff!

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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you always loved celebrating your birthday, spending it with friends and family, and enjoying the sweetness of treats and gifts. but it started to change the older you got. you began losing more friends, your family didn’t see the need in celebrating anymore. and what friends you did have never tried to make the effort to see you. it hurt, a lot. but at the same time, when the world seemed to end, it was the last of your worries.

you had found the group during the atlanta camp, carol took you in on the highway.

at first, daryl intimidated you. he was this tough-looking redneck who had the arrogance of his brother, but throughout the months you saw his changing personality. though, he was still closed off, you knew you could go to him whenever you needed anything and he’d help you.

you were thankful for him. and so, sometimes you’d make him little trinkets or find him something on the very rare tunes you’d go on. while he would save you the last bite of his food sometimes, just to make sure you had enough.

you never talked about your birthday much, only once. and you brought it up to daryl. it was a little while after the two of you met. it was the first time you had opened up to anyone in the group, except carol and rick.

“d’ya ever do anything fun for your birthday?” you chimed, intertwining the rope between your fingers, creating a knot. “nah, never did celebrate” he stared off at the tree line. “oh” you hummed. finishing the tie and handing the rope to him. “i used to, but the older i got the more i hated it.” you added, following his gaze to the trees. “everyone just forgot about me”

“when is it?” he questioned, suddenly” “hm?” your head whipped to him, meeting his eyes which were already looking at you. “yer bir’day.” he blinked. “oh, y/b/d.”

you thought he had forgotten about that but he didn’t. even in the end times, he tried his best to keep up with the months and days so he doesn’t forget about your birthday. soon it just became a hobby, tallying in a small book he kept in his pocket. on runs, he would look for something he thought you’d like for your special day, from random items of clothing to even considering a stuffed brown bear. just something to show that he cared for you.

and he did, but it wasn’t exactly easy for him to show that when he, himself wasn’t shown care until you came along. even if he was still hardcore daryl every newcomer was scared of, he had a soft spot for you.

on the morning of your birthday you woke up to light finding its way into your cell, a soft groan escaped your lips and you pushed yourself up and off of the uncomfortable mattress. you wandering out into the hallways, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. murmuring a few ‘good mornings’ to some people in the group. soon finding carl who was tending to baby judith. “where’s everyone?” the younger bout turned around with the baby in his arms. “outside, working on the fences” he answered, followed with a sigh. “can you take her? dad wants me to help him in the stables” you nodded, scooping judith into your arms with a soft coo.

“of course, i’ll gladly take her.” he nodded, “thanks.” you gently began patting her back. “of course. i’ll catch up with you guys later.” you threw a rag over your shoulder for her possible spit up. “alright” he hummed and walked off. the sound of metal doors slamming echoes through the concrete walls.

a few hours had passed, you already fed judith twice and now she was down for her daily nap. you let her lay on your bed, while you sat on the floor occupied by a book you had already read once. occasionally looking up to make sure the infant doesn’t roll off the bed. as your eyes landed on the torn pages again, a familiar pair of footsteps found their way to you. a figure stood in the doorway of your cell, quickly pulling your attention from your book.

“daryl?” you closed the book and sat it on the floor. you pushed yourself off the concrete while dusting your pants. “yea” he huffed, looking to the baby then back to you. “i’m on babysittin duty” you laughed, looking back at him. he nodded, “jus wanted to stop by n’ give ya these” he revealed his hand with a stuffed brown bear and a few picked magnolias. “flowers prolly won’t last long” he shrugged.

you accepted both gifts, a grin growing on your lips. “what’er these for?” you asked. “it’s yer bir’day. ya deserve somethin” he shrugged, looking around the cell. you brought the flower to your nose, getting a good smell of it.

“thank you” you smiled, “i really, really appreciate it, daryl.” you watched as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “mhm” he shrugged. without thinking you wrapped your arms around him. “seriously, thank you for remembering.” you felt his free hand gently holding your lower back. “yer welcome” he accepted.