child of the 70s and 80s

Strip

(A/N): I honestly love protective steve so much

Request: Can you write a StevexReader story where the reader is at college and has to work as stripper to get the money for it because her parents won’t pay it? And Steve sees her as Tony tracks him there one day to make him lose his virginity. And some guy starts to be rude to her and Steve comes to protect her?

Warnings: none

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Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

   “You gotta get some experience Cap,” Tony mutters as he shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket as they pass by the retro Strip Club, one that had ladies dating back to all sorts of times. You had your classic 80′s rocker, the 90′s grunge, the 70′s disco, the 60′s flower child, and Tony’s personaly favorite the 1940′s showgirl. “It’s completely authentic Cap, it’ll be reminiscent!” 

   “I don’t remember any strip clubs back in my day, “ Steve mutters as he nearly throws open the door, the old piece of wood smacking against the equally old brick. With an angry sigh he stuffed his hands into his pants pocket as he trudged into the club, his gaze raking over all the different girls. It was obviously a break of some sort for they had all congregated in the front room, not in their individual blast from the past showrooms. All the girls, some of them the drapper 30′s girls straight to the early 2000′s ones all sat around, either smoking or drinking, maybe chatting with one another. Every pair of eyes land on the two as they walk in and Steve can practically feel them undressing him on the spot. 

   “Hey girls!” Tony calls out boisterously, waving flirtatiously to some of the strippers. “We could a little problem here,” 

   “We’re on lunch break, sorry,” One of the girls gives him a small smile as she takes a drag from her cigar. If Steve guessed right she looked like she belonged to the 70′s era. 

   “Would uh- this convince you otherwise?” Tony waves a wad of cash in the air, watching as the girls followed his hand hungrily. 

   “Hm…” One of the girls rose from her seat, showcasing her rather voluptuous form. “I’m sure I could work on Mr. Tall and Blonde for ya,” She sways her hips as she walks towards the two, stopping just in front of Steve. “He’s pretty cute if I do say so myself,” 

   “Tony-” Steve begins, casting his friend a side glance when he stopped, his eyes catching onto one of the girls lingering in a corner, sitting by herself but still there. The dark of the room almost shadowed them but Steve would recognize that face anywhere. “(Y/N),” Steve sounds just the tiniest bit confused, his brows furrowed as he gazed into the corner. Tony perks up a bit too, his gaze travelling over the girls until they landed on the shadowy figure in the corner. 

   “Well I’ll be damned,” Tony chuckles, stuffing his money away as he made his way towards (Y/N)’s table. “Looks like we got yourselves quite the showgirl,” Tony clicks his tongue as he takes a seat right next to (Y/N), giving them a sort of twisted smile. “How perfect for our very own Captain America,” 

    “Leave me alone Tony,” (Y/N) mutters, folding her arms over her chest as she huffed just a bit. Even in the poor lighting Steve could see how exhausted (Y/N) looked, not even her copious amount of makeup could cover up just how tired she was. 

   “I’ve got money (Y/N) and if you’re working here you obviously need it-” 

   “Tony,’ Steve warns, his tone light for now. 

   “I just want to know why our precious little (Y/N) is out here, working that pert little ass off for money when she doesn’t need it,” (Y/N) bites her lip, blushing just the tiniest bit. “You’re so conservative at the tower, always covering up, damn- I didn’t even know you looked this good,” Tony licks his lips, allowing his gaze to travel up and down (Y/N)’s exposed body. 

   “Tony, that’s enough,” Steve growls, his patience running thin. “(Y/N) must have a good reason for working here, right?’ Steve looks to her, hoping his gaze was sympathetic. (Y/N) looks at Steve with almost shame filled eyes as she nods her head. 

   “I need the money for college, I can’t pay with a regular job but working here is sufficing,” 

   “You know,” Tony leans forward, getting way too close to (Y/N) to Steve’s liking. “If you gave me my own private little show I’m sure I could pay you those college loans for ya,” Tony’s lips brush against (Y/N)’s ear and the flinch, her face taking up an expression of both horror and distaste. 

   “Tony, stop-” (Y/N) whispers, attempting to push away from the man but he remained steadfast, quickly grabbing onto (Y/N) to keep her in place. That was all Steve needed to rip Tony away from (Y/N) and shove him against the wall, his elbow digging into his throat. 

   “When a woman tells you to stop you better fucking stop, got that?” Steve growls, pushing his elbow against Tony’s neck even more. The man coughs and chokes, clawing at Steve’s arm to let him go. Somewhere behind him the girls are all whispering about Steve and Tony and no doubt (Y/N) as well. “Do you understand Stark?” Tony nods weakly, clutching at Steve’s arm fruitlessly. With an angry grunt Steve let Tony fall to the floor, instead turning to (Y/N) to ask if she was okay. 

   “Are you okay?” Steve asks, his tone much lighter than it had been a few seconds ago. (Y/N) nods meekly, pursing her lips as she does. 

   “Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened to me,” (Y/N) smiles sadly and Steve can nearly feel his heart break. 

   “When do you get off work doll?” The nickname slides from his lips easily, almost unconsciously. (Y/N) smiles just a bit, rubbing at her arms in the chill of the club. 

   “A few minutes actually,” 

   “How bout you get dressed and I can take you out to that cafe you like so much?” (Y/N) smiles even more as she nods, her spirits slowly but surely rising. 

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) brushes past Steve, stopping by his side to give his cheek one little peck, one that had Steve’s cheeks ablaze and his heart hammering. 

   “Thanks Stevie,” (Y/N) whispers, their lips brushing against his cheek with each word. “I think I owe you your own private show sometime,” Steve’s cheeks flush even more, and he swears his heart presses against his chest with how fast it’s beating. 

   “Let me take you on a few dates first,” Steve smiles sheepishly. (Y/N) only smiles, nodding their head as they do. 

   “Cafe is date number one, bookstore is the second one next week, that okay with you?” Steve nods, a little unbelieving chuckle falling from his lips. 

   “That’s perfectly fine with me,” 

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Happy 53rd Birthday to the debut of one of the most popular TV shows of the 60′s, 70′s, 80′s, and 2000′s. Doctor Who aired on this date in 1963 with the first episode titled, An Unearthly Child starring William Hartnell as Doctor Who.

Peter Capaldi, the Twelfth (and current) Doctor, gave this short but sweet message in 2015 to not only wish the show a happy birthday, but to any fan who shares the same birthday. GIFs made by me from BBC One.

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Christiane F. - Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo | 1981 | Uli Edel | West Germany

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Bebe Buell - considered as one of the most beautiful Groupies in Rock. She had affairs with David Bowie, Jimmy Page, Iggy Pop, Mick Jagger, Elvis Costello, Todd Rundgren, Stiv Bators and of course Steven Tyler with whom she has a child with - actress Liv Tyler.
She was a model during her Groupie time, later, in the 80′s she tried herself out as a singer. 

a playlist of 70’s-80’s rock n roll classics that everybody knows and loves. for those times when you just wanna rock the fuck out.

listen here

tracklist : 1. the joker - steve miller band // 2. low rider - war // 3. sweet child o’ mine - guns n roses // 4. stairway to heaven - led zepplin // 5. carry on wayward son - kansas // 6. more than a feeling - boston // 7. should i stay or should i go - the clash // 8. baba o’riley - the who // 9. bohemian rhapsody - queen // 10. go your own way - fleetwood mac // 11. brown eyed girl - van morrison // 12. my generation - the who // 13. american woman - the guess who // 14. sweet home alabama - lynyrd skynyrd // 15. have you ever seen the rain - creedence clearwater revival // 16. born to be wild - steppenwolf // 17. knockin’ on heaven’s door (acoustic) - bob dylan // 18. all along the watchtower - jimi hendrix // 19. love her madly - the doors // 20. crazy train - ozzy osbourne // 21. walk on the wild side - lou reed // 22. american pie - don mclean // 23. walk this way - aerosmith // 24. paint it black - the rolling stones // 25. paradise city - guns n roses // 26. bad moon rising - creedence clearwater revival // 27. pour some sugar on me - def leppard // 28. another one bites the dust - queen // 29. house of the rising sun - the animals // 30. ramblin’ man - allman brothers band // 31. we’re not gonna take it - twisted sister // 32. back in black - ac/dc // 33. money - pink floyd // 34. the chain - fleetwood mac // 35. dream on - aerosmith // 36. listen to the music - the doobie brothers // 37. like a rolling stone - bob dylan // 38. black dog - led zepplin // 39. any way you want it - journey // 40. simple man - lynyrd skynyrd // 41. i won’t back down - tom petty // 42. rock you like a hurricane - the scorpions // 43. rock and roll all nite - kiss // 44. you give love a bad name - bon jovi // 45. la grange - zz top // 46. jump - van halen // 47. highway to hell - ac/dc // 48. you really got me - the kinks // 49. (i can’t get no) satisfaction - the rolling stones // 50. living on a prayer - bon jovi

evolution of john entwistle
  • early 60s: golden blond angel child
  • mid 60s: black hair and baby sideburns that soon become mASSIVe
  • late 60s: coconut head that scowls a lot ew
  • not mentioned bc reasons: somewhere in here is the horrible Enty half stache that we will pretend never happened ever
  • early 70s: long hair and the beginning of moustache beard and chub
  • mid 70s: he's still fat and pale and looks like a piece of grumpy tree bark
  • late 70s: starting to slim down slightly, hair is a little shorter
  • early 80s: fUCKING HoT pieCE OF BIKER STUD ASS oh and he stops dying his hair
  • mid 80s: literally plow me he's that attractive pls stop he's gotten buff now
  • late 80s: still amazing he aged like fine wine what is his d e al
  • early 90s: NO FUCKS GIVEN he likes to wear things that look like they came from a tacky carpet
  • mid 90s: he had a shirt with dolphins on it and he carried a man purse and wore booty shorts
  • late 90s: no one could understand a single word he said and he looked all gristly but acted like he was in a 90s rap boy band
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Borden Kei

Recently I realised that the fashion I usually wear doesn’t properly fit into any of the j-fashion categories (I usually tag as dolly kei or cult party kei or maybe natural kei but none of them really fit) and I was talking with a friend and came up with the idea just to create a new substyle (which totally isn’t really narcissistic or anything). Anyway, that friend (Minty) came up with the name Borden Kei, as the style reminded him of Lizzie Borden.

The point is to look like a sickly Victorian or Edwardian child or a creepy doll, lots of florals, a bit of lace, 50s, 70s and maybe 80s vintage, especially 70s victoriana and edwardian revival gunne sax prairie styles dresses skirts and blouses, granny cardigans, knee length (or there abouts) skirts, mary janes, lacy or patterned socks, and creepy motifs/elements suck as doll heads, teeth, crosses, bugs etc. Petticoats optional but not as full as in lolita, and coordinates are ‘messier’ than lolita. Also, sickly makeup is optional. The end result is to look like a creepy little girl.

A good starting point is to think Mary Pickford, Poison for the Fairies, Lila Lee from Lemora a Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (maybe don’t bother watching the movie it’s not that good), well actually I created a blog which has stuff that might work. 

The reason you should all applaud when Laura makes terrible decisions

J. S Le Fanu: Laura, you are the narrator, but you can’t make any decisions.

Authors in the 60s: Laura, you are the narrator, but you can’t make any decisions.

Authors in the 70s: Laura, you are the narrator, but you can’t make any decisions.

Authors in the 80s: Laura, you are the narrator, but you can’t make any decisions.

Authors in the 90s: Laura, you are the narrator, but you can’t make any decisions.

Jordan and Ellen: Laura, you are the narrator and you can make decisions.

Laura Hollis: … I am going to make ALL THE DECISIONS.