I Don’t Care

No boxers, no briefs, ONLY tighty-whiteys.

The Satanic Panic was something discussed primarily by adults to try and sway more voters toward Reagan.

EVERYONE had their ears pierced. Men, women, everyone. My Dad still wears his little diamond stud sometimes.

Crop tops and tube socks were a popular combo for high school and college guys.

Long hair was masculine and having decent hygiene was a big deal.

You took a girl to the roller rink on the first date to show off and then to the drive-in on the second date if she wanted to make out.

Here are some good metal bands to include in your fics: Judas Priest, Queensryche, Slayer, Ozzy, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Saxon, Scorpions, Ratt, Quiet Riot, Joan Jett, Pat Benetar, and Alice Cooper.

Vinyl cost between $1 and $4 on average.

Minimum wage was around $3.50.

Jorts for men. Good fuckin' lord the cutoff jorts for men...

The stoners knew everyone and everything.

If you're writing a fic or making art and have any questions for Mark about your Historical Accuracy, please feel free to send me an ask and I'll text him.

TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader - Mini Series Masterlist. [ONGOING.]

Unwilling to be happy even eight years after the loss of Gwen, Peter tries his best to ignore you - and the unanswered invite to your Christmas party taking place next door.

Friends to Lovers. Nicknamed!Reader. Neighbors AU. Eventual Smut.

Warnings will be listed on their individual chapters...

here you go! :)

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The Jedi Council have sent you to recover the missing Master Kenobi.

Your search leads you across the red sands of a desert planet. Right to a deep, dark cavern, where something unexpected lies within. There, you find the man that you love - the one that you’ve been looking for.

But, he’s no longer quite himself.

Vampire!Obi-Wan. Angst. Jedi!Reader.

Inspired by ‘Dracula Untold (2014).’

WARNINGS:Heavy Angst. Major Character Death. Vampirism. Mind Control. Blood Drinking. Horror Elements. Self-Sacrafice. Not Beta-Read.

Main Masterlist || Taglist

This story is part of my Halloween collection - From Samhain, With Love.

Word Count: 3.6k

Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are highly encouraged and much appreciated!

The tracking fob beeps in your hand. 

He’s close. 

You shift, moving from side to side upon tired feet. 

Above, the sun sinks lower in the sky, and the desert spans nearly as far as the eye can see. Yet, something shimmers off to the side. A line of craggy peaks rise into the cliffside, all rough red sands and blood-coloured stone. Wind yanks at the hem of your white and brown cloak, swirling it around your ankles, and you tug the cowl a little further up to cover your nose and mouth.