Your Mom

We must do the only thing we can in this situation: worry.

[charlesoberonn]

Addams family member concept:

A tree-hugging, nature-loving, hippie aunt. But she loves specifically all of the most disgusting and horrifying things in nature.

She admires the way predators eviscerate their prey. She finds the lethal mating habits of insects romantic. She always offers people fruits and snacks, forgetting that they're poisonous and most people haven't developed immunity.

[marzipanandminutiae]

this could be 21st-century Aunt Ophelia but people always forget she exists besides brief background appearances:

Morticia's twin sister from the 1960s show, she's the pre-Raphaelite goth botanist character we all deserve

(those flowers literally grow from her head; it's not a wreath)

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

[coreypalmersbike]

Eileen Reagan they could never make me hate you

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

Miss Brannigan: Do you like my outfit?

Mr Cocker: Not as much as I like what's underneath it

Miss Brannigan: Stevie! We’re in school-

Mr Cocker: No, Sheena, I need your chair

Mr Cocker: Get up

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

Michael: Went to No Bitches Island, you were there, Corey

Corey: Interesting. If I’m on No Bitches Island...and now you are there too...then that is two bitches. What do you think that means?

Michael, trying to think of a comeback: uh, um, uh…

Tiffany: Drag, I’m over here on All The Bitches Island and I’m lonely without you guys :(

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

I think Mr Cocker should be allowed to say fuck

[sitdownfeargalyounerd]

I think Tiffany gets cold really easily and uses Cyndi as a hot water bottle

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

They’d just use it as an excuse to cuddle.

“Whattttt nooooooo me and Tiffany aren’t dating she just gets cold easily 👀”

[its-a-hare-pom-pom]

Tiffany Houston, the most beautiful girl in school, if not the whole world

[its-a-hare-pom-pom]

Some back to the 80s doodles

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Back to the 80s character headcanons

Laura’s love language is gift giving, and she also loves tactile hobbies like sewing and knitting so she often makes gifts for her friends. Debbie has so many hand knitted hats and scarves made by Laura.

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

She Rocky on my Horror til I give myself over to absolute pleasure

[debbiejellinskyofficial]

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I wrote a fic inspired by this post

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

One evening, the three friends had met up in Corey’s room, to do nothing.

“Corey you’ve gotta let her go, she’s with Michael now. I know he’s a dick but she’s not gonna leave him, especially not for you,” Corey shot daggers at Kirk, “because… um… maybe she thinks you’re out of her league. Because you are.” Kirk smiled to himself, thinking he’d just done a triumphant save, then focused his attention on the abandoned rubix cube in his hands.

“Right, thanks,” he huffed.

“Kirk’s right, I mean why waste your time on someone who’s dating someone else. You need to open your horizons, man. Plenty of sea in the ocean and all that.”

“Plenty of fish in the sea?”

Alf squinted at Corey. “That’s what I said.”

Kirk once again abandoned his rubix cube and looked up at Alf. “Dude you’re tired, you need to get more sleep.”

“Well Kirk, maybe we all need more sleep, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon,” Corey snapped. Alf shrank slightly, looking between his two friends with wide eyes.

“Corey, it’s ok… I probably do need more-”

“Kirk, you can’t just yell at someone for saying the wrong expression-”

“Corey don’t.” Alf looked at his friend with terror in his eyes, biting his lip to stop it trembling. He really couldn’t show Kirk how upset he was. “Hey, Kirk, how quickly can you solve a rubix cube? What’s your quickest time?”

Kirk immediately opened his mouth with a smirk.

“If you make a sex joke I swear I’ll kill you,” he pointed his finger at Kirk, who began giggling, “you’re gross.”

“You’re gross,” Kirk leaned in close and scrunched his face up.

“Alright you love birds, stop flirting before I throw up-”

“I’m not gay.” Alf gulped.

“That’s… nice. Anyway, Kirk, what's your fastest time at solving a rubix cube?” He crossed his legs on the chair he was sitting backwards on.

“I dunno, I think the fastest I’ve ever done it was half a Huey Lewis song.”

“Which one?”

“Whichever song makes it seem most impressive,” he leant back on his seat and yawned.

“Tired?” Alf looked up at him, from where he was sitting on the floor, and rested his elbow on Kirk’s knee.

“You betcha, I’ll probably head home soon. I’ve got homework to ignore, after all,” he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, then rested them accidentally on Alf’s. “Fag.”

“Hey you put your hand on MY arm,” he scowled up at Kirk, then neither moved from their position.

“You two,” Corey chuckled and shook his head.

“Corey, you sound like a dad.”

“Kirk what are you talking about? He IS a dad,” he snorted.

“My bad, my bad.”

“You’re so stupid,” Corey huffed, then slowly climbed off his chair, “right it’s 10:30 so you’ve gotta split.”

“No fair,” Kirk half-heartedly kicked the floor in protest, “I want to stay now. This is my home, I live here now.”

“You’re so difficult sometimes you know? Anyway, you get.” Corey grabbed both boys by their arms and pulled them off his mini couch.

“I hate you Corey, I’m never coming back,” Kirk huffed, then accidentally let his grin slip in.

“But, I have a tv in my room, and I have Star Trek on tape.”

Alf folded his arms, “the man makes a strong point.”

“Right go! My mom will get mad, then she won’t bake you any more cookies.”

Kirk leant in to whisper to Alf, “probably a good thing, I think I chipped a tooth eating one they were so hard.”

“They’re not the only thing that’s hard-”

“Hey are you two making fun of my mom’s cookies?” Kirk and Alf both gulped in sync.

“Hey Corey I’ve got to go, sorry. See you on Monday.” Immediately both boys hurried to leave Corey’s room, and he slumped onto his couch, letting out a sigh he hoped wasn’t audible. Absentmindedly, he began to zone out, staring at the Queen poster at the other end of his room.

He had no idea how long he’d been staring at Freddie Mercury’s face for, when suddenly Alf reappeared.

“What took you so long?” Corey stood up to find the sleeping bag he’d stored somewhere he couldn’t remember.

“I got so into the conversation with Kirk I forgot to cut round the corner and come back, so I had to go the long way round,” he sighed tiredly and grabbed his pyjamas heading for the bathroom.

It was so much more of a hassle helping Alf when Kirk stayed over late, he was definitely very much welcome, but then it meant Alf having to leave the house then come back, and actually lie to Kirk. Corey always felt so guilty lying to Kirk, they didn’t mean to exclude him, it was just part of looking after Alf.

Corey’s brow furrowed, suddenly wondering why Alf had never spoken to Kirk about his many problems. As soon as he came back from the bathroom, Corey couldn’t resist the urge to ask.

“Hey, man, can I ask why you have to jump through hoops to not let Kirk know you have to stay at mine sometimes?”

Alf’s eyes widened again, then he gulped and sat on the couch now covered in a sleeping bag. “He just… he can’t know. He’d worry, and try to fix things, and I don’t want him to worry about fixing something he can’t. I don’t want him to know I’m not ok. To him, I’m regular old Alf who he can have a joke with, and make fun of, and not treat me like a charity case. To you, I’m a fragile bomb you’re scared of accidentally setting off. Honestly your perception of me is probably more accurate, but I don’t want it to be. If Kirk doesn’t know then when I’m talking to him it isn’t true.”

There was a painful silence between them, then Alf let out one more thing. “I don’t want to lie to him, but if I don’t lie to him then I can’t lie to myself.”

Awkwardly, Corey coughed, then lay down on his bed. “I love you sleeping here, but I wish it was a choice not a necessity.”

“Well, Corey, I can sleep at home, it’s just easier to fall asleep without yelling.” Alf grinned, trying to create the illusion that he was ok with this, then laughed to stop Corey looking uncomfortable. “Thanks Corey, I really do appreciate you letting me crash out here.”

“Anytime, now go to bed before you get too corny,” Corey snickered, and flicked the light off.

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Back to the 80s character headcanons

Cyndi has (undiagnosed) endometriosis and her periods are just unbearable, so she often gets drunk off of brandy to numb the pain.

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They’d make an amazing police sitcom duo

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Back to the 80s character headcanons

Billy watched Jaws when he was 7 and now has a massive fear of the ocean. It’s so bad that when his class went on a school trip to the beach, he was coincidentally sick that day.