#the 1980s

[stone-cold-groove]

Dallas Grand Prix poster - 1984.

[scullys-scalpel]

Happy 38th Anniversary to The Golden Girls, which ran from September 14, 1985 - May 9, 1992

[bobdobalina]

Album covers for Bobby Caldwell:

Bobby Caldwell (1978, Clouds/TK Records)

Carry On (1982, Polydor)

August Moon (1983, Polydor)

Heart of Mine (1989, Sin-Drome)

Where Is Love (1993, Sin-Drome)

[kodachrome-net]

Daley Plaza, April 1988

[an-sceal]

One of the most jarring anachronisms in US-set 80s fic HAS to be when people write about bottles of water. I promise I'm not being an Old about it or anything, but it always pings my "this person does not remember the 1980s" bell. I have distinct memories of my family mocking the idea that someone would BUY water.

Water came from the faucet. If you were a guest, there was maybe ice in it? But usually not. If you were a kid, you were intimately familiar with the taste of hose water, because there was no way you were going inside and risking your parents making you do something during play time. Likewise, there was a very real chance your parents weren't home and/or wouldn't let your sweaty, grass-stained little self back in before it was time to feed you.

[pot-o-curry]

My 1980s Good Omens AU - where Crowley learns to play the guitar riffs of all his favourite Queen songs and Aziraphale decides that he likes "bebop" only when Crowley's singing it to him

Zoom in to see the little details on on the guitar and Crowley's snake eyes ;)

[remembertheplunge]

My own ancient words

Relatively speaking, a good Sunday. October 1, 1989.

Someday, I wonder if film makers will ever try to come back and recreate a world which is so common place to us and yet, must seem so fantastic to them.

The people of 90 years in our future will look upon us as quaint examples of laughable humanity I suppose. All of our struggling, all of our pain, and intense joy and change. All reduced down to shifting sands on an ancient sea bottom.

But, listen closely my friend of 90 years hence. Pay heed. You actually are subject to the very same forces as are we. And, your basic being is not unlike our own. 

Laugh at us all you want.

Then, sit back and listen. For we now are a transition generation. Integrating. Creating. Like our Mother Earth, always creating, never the same.

And we know this now. Our trade mark per a recent Public Broadcast Station radio show —is change—. Out theme is change. Unlike those of  89 years ago who thought Victorian was a pinnacle.

Remember, no matter where you go, there you are. And that includes the future. If you read this, anyone out there at any time, we will all be long dead. Buried in a lonely grave with nothing but a paper kiss to warm us.

You may have ripped us up and churned us into highway dust. Just remember, you are next in line. Not said as a warning, more as a reminder. Live. Live. Live. Do it your way. “Be”.

Then you can die at any age and be OK.

I wish you well, brother soul travelers, and sister, too, of course.

And if it is I, in another form or persona reading" my own ancient words”, then, it is I!

God bless you too!

Me too!

[distortedperceptionsgirl]

Distorted Perceptions Novel

paulathewriter.com

[rowandriftwood]

Young Sherlock Holmes (1985) is a movie which answers the very important question, “what if Sherlock Holmes was Harry Potter and also Indiana Jones?” It is like the best sort of AU fanfiction. 5/5

[boybasher]

[soaringcloud]

tom cruise photographed by herb ritts in 1986

[axlsrxses]

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗, nikki six

pairing: nikki sixx (the dirt) x juliet roth (fem!oc)

requested: yes/no

synopsis: in which juliet can’t stand to watch nikki destroy himself and his friendships with the band.

warnings: a lot of angst, break up, mentions of drugs & alcohol, tommy lee, drug addiction, toxic relationship.

word count: 1.19k

𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟲

today was finally the day that tommy lee was getting married for the second time. despite having only known heather for a year, he was adamant that she was the one for him, even if the others didn’t think so.

and even though the band were known for their outrageous behaviour and unruly addictions to alcohol and other dangerous substances, this should’ve been the perfect day for all of them but it wasnt…not at all.

you see, nikki was going through a hard time and no one knew how to help him, not even his own fiancée. juliet had tried for years to get him sober and help him find stability in the crazy world of fame that surrounded the band but every time she seemed to be making some sort of success, things would explode in her face and the man she loved would fall back down.

“fuck you, nik!” tommy abruptly spat, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

“now you’ve done it.” mick sighed, shaking his head as he looked up at his intoxicated band mate. “sort yourself out dude.”

standing up from her seat, juliet carefully smoothed out her dress before making her way towards the now open door that both mick and tommy had left through. of course part of her wanted to stay here and help nikki deal with whatever he was going through but she had made a promise to be heather’s maid of honour and she wasn’t going to let anything stop that.

“take it you’re siding with tommy again?” nikki scoffed, slurring his words as he opened her another bottle of beer. “how typical of you.”

“actually i’m keeping a promise to my friend.” juliet retorted, crossing her arms as she turned back to the man she didn’t recognise anymore. “unlike how you promised tommy you would be sober for this.”

instead of saying another word, nikki scoffed once more before downing the bitter beverage in his hand. he hated what he had become, he hated how he let his childhood memories get the best of him, and he hated how the drugs affected his relationships with not only his best friends but also the love of his life.

“i say this in the nicest way, nik, but mick’s right.” juliet sighed, running her hands through her long blonde hair. “you need to get some help.”

“you’re all the fucking same.” nikki mumbled almost incoherently, flopping down onto the couch behind him. “just get some fucking help, nikki.”

rolling her eyes at her fiancé’s behaviour, juliet turned back to face him with a disappointed look on her face. their relationship had been a fairytale from the moment they locked eyes across a crowded restaurant but it seemed like this story wouldn’t have a happy ending, especially not with the route nikki was taking.

“why are you still here?” nikki questioned, titling his head to the side as he examined the look across juliet’s face. “you’re making it clear that you don’t need to hear my side.”

“when did i ever say that?” juliet sighed, taking a deep breath to compose herself as she noticed nikki’s hands start to shake, most likely from the lack of drugs now in his system. “something has caused this and no matter how hard any of us try to talk to you about what is happening, you either push up away or scream profanities at us until we leave!”

“i have no idea what you just said.” nikki chuckled, throwing his head back against the sofa.

“of course you don’t.” juliet mumbled, shaking her head sadly and turning back around to face the door.

days where nikki would refrain from using any drugs were normally the worst for juliet. his mood would completely shift from one extreme to another and no matter how hard you would try to speak some sense into him, his brain would completely shut off until he was ready to scream or argue once again.

rehab was something the band and juliet had looked into for months. none of them wanted to watch someone they cared for drug and drink themselves to death but nikki wouldn’t listen. he had his own money and when you were wealthy, people would do anything you said…even if that meant releasing him from rehab too early for his recovery to even begin.

“jules, wait.” nikki spoke loudly, jumping up from the couch and swaying slightly before he managed to compose himself. “you look beautiful.”

“just go home, nik.” juliet spoke softly, squeezing the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache slowly starting to form. “don’t ruin this day for tommy.”

“ruin it? you really think i’d do that to my best fucking friend?!” nikki retorted, his voice raising as he began to grow frustrated with juliet.

juliet didn’t have the effort to fight anymore. she wanted to see nikki get better but she knew he was more likely to die before that would ever happen and she couldn’t bring herself to stick around and wait for that day to happen. she knew what she had to do.

“i can’t do this shit anymore.” juliet mumbled, feeling her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to spill.

“what are you talking about?” nikki questioned, tilting his head as he looked at the shorter girl. “we’re getting married next month.”

“not anymore.” juliet sighed, sliding the ring from her finger and placing it on the bar behind her. “i’m not marrying you just to get a call a few days later from the morgue telling me to come and look at your body.”

not knowing how to react, nikki flipped the glass table beside him, shattering it completely and sending small shards through the air. maybe he should’ve reacted to juliet’s decision a little better but what else could he do? he had completely fucked up and now the one person who had ever truly loved and cared for him was now giving up.

juliet flinched at the sight before her as she let out a quiet gasp. she knew first hand that nikki had a bad temper, especially when he was itching to get some more drugs into his system as a way to relax, but she was expecting him to take her decision a little bit better or even understand where she was coming from.

“so you’re just giving up on us, on me?” nikki asked, his voice breaking slightly as he slurred.

“just get some help.” juliet begged, taking a deep breath as she tried her best to stay composed. “i love you more than you’ll know but i can’t stand see you doing this to yourself.”

letting out a loud scoff, nikki made his way towards the petite girl, his face scrunched angrily as he replayed the words juliet had spoken to him since tommy’s outburst. maybe he knew he was in the wrong, maybe he had no idea what was happening but he knew that whatever was happening between them was something he couldn’t control anymore.

“why don’t you just walk out that fucking door if you can’t stand to see me this way?!” nikki spat, pushing juliet’s head to face towards the door. “go find some other rockstar to fuck like you always do!”

a loud slap echoed through the air as nikki’s head flew to the side. juliet wasn’t entirely sure what had come over her but hearing nikki use something entirely not true against her just made something shift inside her.

“fuck you, sixx!” juliet snapped, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

[bobdobalina]

Instantly obsessed with this unauthorized video game adaptation of Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose, written by Paco Menéndez with graphics by Juan Delcán, released (only in Spain) by Opera Soft for the Amstrad CPC in 1987.

[diamondstuddedflunkies]

The Stray Cats are underrated and Brian Setzer was hot, change my mind.