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Hear me out, Michael would think Roxy is SICK AF
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panstarry · 6 months
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my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟
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shushmal · 3 months
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The latest Family Video customer is barely through the door before Eddie explodes, "Ugh, Tyler."
Beside him, Steve scoffs in agreement, nose wrinkled with distaste. He's so hot. "Yeah, exactly, uugh."
"That should be his middle name. Ugh," Robin chimes in. Eddie's so glad they're in agreement about the bleach-spiked punk guy that graduated three years ago but is still bumming around Hawkins. "Steve, I can't believe you dated that guy."
Seriously, Tyler is the worst— Wait, what—?
"Wait," Eddie says, gaping at Robin. "What?"
"You could barely call it dating," Steve huffs.
"You were together for a month and a half," Robin says. She's got this evil grin on her face and is pointedly not looking at Eddie who is very desperate for Robin to look at him right now, please. "You drove that bum to Indy every weekend. He broke up with you on Valentine's day."
Eddie's weak "Tyler? Tyler Teaks?" gets completely ignored.
"I—" Steve says with haughty emphasis. "—broke up with him on Valentine's day. Don't get it twisted, Buckley."
Robin snorts and finally glances at Eddie. "Steve only broke up with him because the guy blew him off. On Valentine's Day. Which is basically getting broken up with," she tells him, and ignores it when Eddie whimpers at her.
"Yeah, but I'm the one to ended it!" Steve insits.
Eddie, finally, finds his voice, and says, "Tyler Teaks?! Harrington!"
"Ugh," Steve says, slumping against the counter. "I know." He cuts a glare over at Eddie after a moment. "I blame you for this."
"Me?!" Eddie shrieks, incredulous. He's pretty sure he's stepped into another parallel world. Perpendicular world? A world where Steve apparently dates guys—and guys like Tyler Teaks, no less. Eddie's sure he's gone completely batshit insane. "What the hell did I do?!"
Steve stands, cocking his hip the side, and looks down his handsome nose at Eddie. "You wouldn't be my New Year's kiss at Tina's party," he says. "So I had to settle for Tyler Teaks instead."
"What the fuck?" Eddie says, completely lost. "What—? You—? Tina—? KISS—?!"
Beside them, Robin is grinning, laughing, eyes going back and forth between them, munching on a stolen back of skittles—her own personal dramedy on stage before her.
"Yep," Steve says, popping the P. He looks distinctly bitter. "Pulled my best moves on you, and you turned me down."
"Steve," Eddie breathes. He reaches out, places both hands on Steve's shoulders, intent. The eye contact he forces Steve into is desperate. "I don't even remember getting to Tina's New Year's Party." He takes a deep breath. "I woke up in her mom's pantry the next morning with no shoes and no memory of how I got there."
Finally, Steve cracks, a big smile stretching his face. Robin cackles. "Yeah, I kind of figured as much," Steve sighs, wistful now. "You told me, and I quote, 'Steve Harrington, you are very beautiful and I want to have a summer wedding because you'd look beautiful-er with sunflowers'—"
"Don't forget the 'you look so hot in that sweater' part."
"—'But actually, I am a very straight man. So very super straight.' And then you crouched down on the floor and crawled away." Steve is biting his lip now to keep from laughing. Robin is not so nice. "Like I couldn't see you, and the handkerchief flagging in your pocket."
"Oh my god."
"Don't worry, it was really cute," Steve says, grinning. "But, I still needed a New Year's kiss, and unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyler was my only willing choice."
"Oh my god."
"Totally duped me though, he was super sweet the entire night," Steve sighs. His mouth is twisted into genuine regret now. "Plus, the next week, you acted like you'd never spoken to me before, so—"
"OH MY GOD."
Steve and Robin give him twin grimaces. Robin's is a lot more sympathetic. Steve's is confused. "Listen, man," Steve tries to soothe. "I'm sure that's pretty embarrassing, but it was a cute story! No hard feelings, I promise."
Robin's sympathetic grimace deepens.
"No," Eddie says, standing up straight. "I refuse. There is no way I turned down Steve Harrington for a New Year's kiss. There is no way."
"Wait—"
"Eddie, where—"
Eddie marches for the door, digging his keys out of his pockets. "Good-bye friends, I must go see a supergirl about time travel."
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itssluv · 1 year
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Hobie just up and quitting when he saw the bullshit SENT ME mf threw the watch and DIPPED
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toboldlymuppet · 1 year
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spider punk!!!!!!!!!!
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beif0ngs · 1 year
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Mayday instantly gaining Hobie’s approval 🤘  
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dissolvedvoid · 7 months
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Sean Brennan of London After Midnight / Ghastly Magazine issue 2, 1992
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gleafer · 5 months
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What WHAT??? 14,000 followers?!!!
Aw! You make this small potato feel all Au gratin!😘
Enjoy these pages from my Patreon 80s romcom “Come With Me If You Want To Live!”
I cram in as much 80s nostalgia as I can dig out of my childhood memories!
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tortol · 1 year
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with great power comes no future
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edited the post because i liked the other version better :) here’s the og
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hellsitegenetics · 7 months
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could u find the genome of two trucks by lemon demon
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Closest match: Alviniconcha strummeri genome assembly, chromosome: 8 Common name: Deep sea snail
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metalheadgothic · 1 month
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𓉸 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔫 - 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 .ᐟ
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bulldagger-bait · 1 year
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I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!
(reblog for a bigger sample size etc)
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systemerrorbonnie · 1 year
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* woe, spidered men be upon ye
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kenmentine · 4 months
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blinkies i made
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crabsnpersimmons · 2 months
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(slowly cleaning out all the art i drafted but never posted)
sometimes the only way to recharge after a long day
is drawing your current blue trauma boi* in the outfit of your previous blue trauma boi**
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*Moon, from my hairdresser AU "New 'Do, Same You" AU
**Red Clad Dewey from Another Eden
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photo-baldo · 2 years
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Diapositive Ektachrome au flash electronique de 1978 très After-Punk-Jeunes-Gens--modernes.
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