80s Obsessed[Mildly depressed.] @80smaniac - Tumblr Blog

Introduction🌈⭐️

<3 Kidcore Teddy Banner credit: dollywons

Martin stamp: wacky-wonders

Herbert West Stamp: ghoulscout90210

All other stamp/blinkies are also not mine either!!!! I reblog the stamp/blinkie posts I get my stamps and blinkies from as well!!!!

Current hyperfixation(s): 💉Re-Animator🧪, 🚫Ghostbusters👻, Martin (1977), Evil Dead.

Song reccomendations*:

New Dreams Ltd by Timecop

Who Knows What Love Is by Strawberry Switchblade

Too Shy by Kajagoogoo

Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo

*subject to change

Links to OCs I've made so far:

Re-Animator

I survived the Tumblr enshittification of March 16th, 2026 🎖

Wow I'm so late to this but here we are. Hi, I'm Valentine. Mutuals can call me Val. Other than that, my followers can call me Valen for short.

I am 23! Disclaimer: I do not engage in private messages if anyone is under 18. My blog is PG 13 at the most, but some NSFW content will be posted sometimes.

I love drawing and will sometimes post them here along with my WIPs! All of them will be signed by me, so if you decide to steal it, I'll know!

What I don't support: MAPs, Nazis(and Facists too. Gtfo.), AI generated content, right wing extremists, terrorists, trumpers, musk supporters, zoophiles, and anyone who is a disgusting piece of shit. This also includes JK Rowling. I loved Harry Potter as a kid, but as an educated adult, no longer support it. If you are any of these people and I see my follow count decreasing, thank you for taking out the trash for me! If my DNI list offends you, oh well. Block me and never interact with me or my followers.

I am autistic, which means I'm socially awkward. I have difficulty understanding social cues, which is only made even worse on the internet because no one can see people's facial expressions or hear their tone of voice because everything is being typed up onto a screen with a keyboard. I also have severe anxiety and I'm easily overwhelmed, so don't be surprised if I don't reply immediately at times.

My blog is not a daycare. Don't treat it like one. While I understand everyone has problems, they aren't my problems at all. My problems are mine and your problems are yours. I don't always have the best advice, so please don't ask for any since my experiences are not only very different, but I've only experienced so much in my life so far, which is a lot but still not enough to warrant solid advice to people.

[I do not participate in tagging games. If you tag me and it's a tag game, I will not respond. They are too much for me to handle and I have to keep scrolling just to get to the bottom of it.]

Extreme shippers DNI(Mostly nonsharers)

This is mainly about selfships that go into the nonsharing categories that will get aggressive over it to the point where they harass people and send threats. This also includes people who play out rape fantasies because I am a SA survivor and find that absolutely disgusting and makes me highly uncomfortable for valid reasons. If you follow me because you are an extreme shipper, kindly don't. Kindly leave and get out. I've seen some recent fucked up content pop up on my feed that has fucked me up pertaining to this and this is why I'm adding this to my intro post.

Edit: I DO NOT SUPPORT INFINITE SURVIVOR CHOCO OR ANYONE LIKE THEM! Shipping is okay. But again, some of y'all are crazy on a level where I can't handle it nor want to waste my energy dealing with you. Don't follow me if you support them.

I'd also like to add that I do roleplay NSFW stuff but my stance is still very firm on rape fantasies. Dubicon and certain noncon situations are debatable.

I like Campbell Bain. I like Alec Hardy. If you want to send me death threats over that, that is not cool nor is it welcome here. I'm doing this to not only protect myself, but protect my moots and other followers, many of which are minors of whom I don't think this aggressive form of selfshipping is okay for them to see. But alas I can only do so much. What I can do is keep these people off my page and out of my following. If I see my follower count decreasing, thanks for taking out the nuclear waste and biohazards for me.

Fandoms:

Re-Animator

Ghostbusters

The Lost Boys (1987)

Bill And Ted

Broadchurch

Takin' Over The Asylum

(Upcoming fandoms I'm getting into):

Doctor Who

Rivals

There She Goes

X-Files (This is categorized here because I saw bits and pieces growing up way past my bedtime but haven't seen all of the episodes. And no, I wasn't supposed to be watching them, hehe.)

(Let me know if I'm forgetting anything!)

I suddenly feel like Kiki when she lost her magical ability to understand Jiji and fly on her broom. Sometimes I catch myself asking why I'm doing Project Green in the first place when I know the reason why, and it's because my creativity was always encouraged by the good people in my life. And some of those people are gone now. But in the end, if I give up now, then I'd feel like I'm disappointing them in a way. I've gotten this far.

I just hope this is some temporary depressive episode and that it goes away, because if it's anything like my depressive spiral in December of 2024, I really don't know if I have the energy to fight my way out of it this time. All I could do was cry then and barely get myself out of bed due to crying all night and just staring at the wall like some helpless baby animal. I should have known. All the signs were there, yet I was too blinded by my sudden passionate creativity that struck me like lightning. Maybe that's was just some sort of manic thing. I don't know. I'm not bipolar to my knowledge, and no professional has said anything about that. Who knows. I just hope it fucks off and leaves me alone.

I've tried to shut it all up, but then I forget I lost Nan at the beginning of this year and it's only been a few months. Happened in January. It's already June. I don't know why my family has moved on so fast already. Yet here I am, forgetting most of the time that it even happened. That's how beside myself I am, I guess. Unable to completely believe it, so my mind just forgets that it happened and I think about writing a letter but catch myself at the last minute.

I then reread the cards she sent me over the years and cry all over again like an idiot. I refuse to get rid of them. And if someone tells me to get rid of them, they can just shove that "advice" up their arse for all I fucking care. Really, what is with people getting rid of things like that after they've lost someone? It's mind boggling to me. Sure, if they were terrible to you I could see why. But she was the sweetest. No. I'm keeping my stupid cards, even if their religious. I don't care. It was how she was and I don't judge her for that. She was only doing what she felt was right, especially with how she loved me. I can't fault her for that.

I just realized that this was the first birthday I've had with her dead now. I reread the old birthday cards she sent me or gave to me as a kid. One of them is a Cinderella card. Another is a Barbie one. Then I've got a Sleeping Beauty one.

This is making me sick. I can smell the English lavender soap she used to have. And she would wear this perfume that smelled of myrrh, I swear. But I've forgotten what it was called and where she got it, and that really bothers me. I'd never wear it at my age, and I'd personally never wear it in general. But now I want that stupid perfume so bad now. She'd put it on all the time and her clothes would always smell like it. Hell, her entire house smelled like that and English lavender.

She had cow printed mugs. And those goose printed dishware and silverware. I miss that set. And she had a China cabinet full of Chinaware....and teacups and teapots....she had these ceramic bells too. And little figures of British telephone boxes and even a Big Ben. She was from Oxford.

I thought I was done posting about all that stuff about losing her, but here I am. And it's only been...oh, I don't know how many months now. Four? Fucking hell....I feel so sick right now...four months and my family's already moved on and dismissed it. And here I am, silently mourning still. I don't really talk about her openly anymore. But when I catch myself, I always feel this terrible feeling, like someone's going to hit me upside the head and scream in my face that she's dead.

How in the world can I continue this project now? Fucking hell....

#venting #project green #dealing with loss

random-brushstrokes

Rudolf Schlichter - Scuffling women (1922)

knightofthelivingdummy

my new grinder looked boring so i added a photo of ash on top

and then i added a pic of danbert to the bottom

i think i’m really funny

hewhoreplaces

Seat belt safety campaign by Marketforce Australia (2008)

As a child I began to wonder what lies beyond the veil of supposed "creative limits". I began to explore what makes magic magical and the amount of time it takes to develop said magic and how one harnesses its power to captivate viewers all across the world, even if they didn't understand the language being spoken. The way that film tends to be able to communicate thoughts and feelings, even in a language one does not understand, is some of the most powerful things you can do.

And it can literally be anything. A robot that cleans and cleans, yet remains helpless in its environment because it can never truly stop because the mess spreads more and more. A single painting of a wide eyed girl staring back at you, her eyes filled with so many emotions at once. Of Venus sleeping as strange visions and occurances happen all around her. You don't need to explain it all the time. Because sometimes, the silence it brings with it speaks for itself. And that is art.

The silence the twilight hours and the hours of dawn itself, when the veil is thin, is art. A place that comes and goes so quickly. But my thoughts are so vivid then. It when dreams are born and when the stars shine the brightest in space. When all of our hearts beat in sync. It's more than just a feeling. It's pure madness in the logical sense. But when is art ever logical? It doesn't have to be. And nine times out of ten, it never is because people find their own meanings in it and sees what resonates the most with them.

Art is when you watch water going down the drain. Sometimes that water is mixed with blood. Art is when phone lines are struck down, sparks flying in the air. Art is peaceful. Art is violent. Art is everything in your everyday life. Art is life. Life is art.

Art is Herbert West covered in blood while he fights against his own creation. Art is Jeffrey Combs laughing. Art is handprints of children on a wall. Art is the first thing an infant sees when they first open their eyes. Art is the sound of electricity buzzing and humming.

Every little thing I see is art. And it's oh so overwhelming when you are aware as I am.

#valentine yaps #my brain is full #thoughts racing like a rabbit in spring #herbert west #reanimator 1985

to-wallow-in-insignificance

saw someone talking about herbert pulling dan closer by the belt loops the other day and ive been Thinking about it lots.

it starts in the lab where herbert tugs dan over so he can reach something on the other side of the desk, and then giddily pulling him to watch an experiment come to life.

and then it crawls up the basement stairs and into their daily lives when herbert needs something from the kitchen and dan isnt moving out of the way, or to hold dan in place when hes leaving for work but herbert isnt done talking.

and then its to pull him closer and closer still while theyre kissing. and. can anyone hear me

anonymousbee-art

IDC IF YOU'RE BISEXUAL HELP ME NEUTRALIZE THIS CORPSE ‼️‼️‼️

byjove

‘Nuclear Family Month’ is so funny as a concept. I have never seen a nuclear family worth celebrating.

hippiegoth97

Yeah, I say fuck that bigoted noise. It's PRIDE MONTH FOREVER BABY!!! And the more I see bigots bitch and whine, the LOUDER and GAYER we're gonna be about it! Ooh, I tell ya, I have got the TIME to be an insufferable little queer this year! 🥰💜