Me And Twin This Summer

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your telling me they’d rather do the whole tour again than just make long/better videos for EVERYONE to enjoy? And the way they’re setting it up it’s genuinely just sounds like this could’ve been put into a live stream but nah let’s do a whole fucking tour at the same fucking place with probably the same fucking people and make it super fucking expensive so we can make more money off all the 14-16 year olds attending. And for everyone at home you get shitty videos and weak ass vlogs yayyy!!! Like bffr and there videos are already getting worse and worse in my opinion like they’re not as entertaining so just put energy into something like the podcasts or genuine good long videos. but ig rent must be high. I was so excited for the announcement I was expecting the podcast to come back😭

sometimes i feel like i’m too FREAKY with people i've just met and then i'm embarrassed and i think they're going to start hating me

introducing 70s BABYDOLL READER paired with 70s chris

“That summer of 1976, when everybody called me baby and it didn’t occur to me to mind”

Her voice is smooth, with a soft New York accent that peeks through in her vowels, giving her words a rhythm all their own. It’s the kind of voice you could listen to for hours, whether she’s humming along to a Bee Gees tune or passionately defending her love for disco. While everyone else seems to roll their eyes at her playlist, she just laughs and turns the volume up, unapologetically dancing to the beat of her own world.

She’s always got a little gloss on her lips and a smirk in her eyes, like she knows something you don’t. There’s a warmth to her presence, a softness that makes people want to be better just to deserve her attention. She doesn’t demand it, though—she’s not the kind of girl who needs to shout to be heard. Her laugh is soft but unforgettable, the kind that sticks in your head long after she’s gone, like a melody you can’t quite place.

She has a passion for little joys—collecting vinyl records, baking cookies she insists aren’t perfect, but everyone eats anyway, and reading paperbacks with broken spines. She loves the smell of old books and the sound of rain against her window, and she swears there’s no better feeling than stepping onto a dance floor under shimmering disco lights. She’s not a loud person, but there’s something magnetic about her—a quiet kind of confidence that makes her impossible to ignore.

She’s gentle but firm, the kind of person who listens without judgment but doesn’t hesitate to call you out when you’re being ridiculous. She believes in authenticity, in living life fully, even if that means sticking out a little more than she intended. And when she looks at you, it feels like she’s seeing right through every facade, straight into the core of who you are—and liking what she finds.

@issysh3ll

I have a book idea. How do I write a book. I wanna write a book.

introducing.. 70s WEIRD KID MARTIN

❛I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.❜

weird kid martin.. who overstimulates people to the absolute max. He’s not loud all the time, but his energy is constant, like he exists on a frequency just slightly off from the rest of the world. One second, he’s hyper-fixated on some insane conspiracy theory about pigeons not being real, and the next, he’s lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, mumbling about how weird it is that humans have teeth.

weird kid martin.. who is both the best and worst person to get high with. If you want to laugh so hard you forget how to breathe, he’s your guy. But if you’re prone to paranoia? God help you. Because he will absolutely say some shit like “What if your reflection moves a second too slow?” and then watch you spiral with genuine curiosity.

weird kid martin.. who somehow has a real girlfriend, Mandy, and no one understands how or why this happened. Mandy, who is mature and serious, who looks like she would never entertain someone like him, and yet, here she is, rolling her eyes but always hiding a smirk whenever he says something unhinged. No one questions it anymore. Some things in life just are.

weird kid martin.. who has never experienced social anxiety a day in his life. He can and will talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything. A stranger could be pumping gas next to him, and he’ll casually ask, “Hey, you ever think about how we’re all just meat sacks with electrical impulses?” Like that’s a normal thing to say.

weird kid martin.. whose humor is so weird it borders on uncomfortable. He says shit that makes you pause, wondering if you should be laughing or concerned. But then he hits you with the perfect delivery, and suddenly, you’re in tears, questioning your own sense of reality.

weird kid martin.. who is completely unbothered by 99% of people. You think you’ve insulted him? He does not care. He’s still sipping his Coke and talking about how people named Greg are more likely to own birds. But Hamzah? Hamzah is the only person who can actually hurt his feelings. One slightly-too-harsh comment from him, and Martin will spiral for days.

weird kid martin.. who is so impossible to read that you can never tell if he’s joking or not. He could say “I think I could fight a goose and win” with complete sincerity, and the worst part? He’s not joking. This is just who he is.

weird kid martin.. who is the last person you want as a partner for a group project, until you actually get him as your partner. Because suddenly, he’s the best person you could’ve worked with. He’s insanely smart (but only when it comes to schoolwork), and somehow, someway, he makes the most boring assignment feel like the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

weird kid martin.. who is underappreciatedly intelligent. He could be top of the class if he actually cared enough to apply himself. But he doesn’t. Because what’s more important, acing a test or figuring out why all horse girls have the exact same energy?

weird kid martin.. who is just Martin. No act. No persona. The weird shit he says? The way he thinks? That’s just how he is. He is a walking paradox, both completely unserious and accidentally profound, both exhausting and endlessly entertaining.

weird kid martin.. who is ridiculously loyal. Like, if he considers you a friend, that’s it. You’re his people now. No take-backs. If someone messes with you, they’re messing with him, and he is not afraid to make things weird until they regret it.

weird kid martin.. who treats every conversation like an improv bit, but the worst kind, where you’re not in on the joke and he’s completely committed to whatever bizarre thing he just made up. Like you could be having a normal conversation about sandwiches, and he’ll go, “Yeah, I used to be a sandwich in a past life.” And if you ask any follow-up questions, congratulations, you’re now trapped in a 20-minute bit about his experiences as a rogue ham and cheese.

weird kid martin.. who has a shockingly good music taste. Like, he listens to everything. Punk, jazz, psychedelic rock, old blues records, he doesn’t care about genres, just vibes. And somehow, he always finds the perfect song for every situation, like his brain is a jukebox with a mind of its own.

weird kid martin.. who definitely owns a ridiculous amount of weirdly specific t-shirts. Like a shirt that just says ‘Bigfoot is Real, and He Stole My Wallet’. Or one with a poorly drawn UFO that says ‘Get in, Loser’. He doesn’t actively seek them out. They just… find him.

taglist.. @italiansunsetss @b1gba11s @sylvanianngirl @st7rnioioss-alt @sincerelykelsss @throatgoat4u @wiseladypoetry @gracieabrmslvr @sweetangelgirl7 @pearlzier @1-hypegvrl @piperrrr-16 @mackyyyk @luna443 @flowerxbunnie @cwemetrys @calliepie @cupidsword @notaboutlovebyfiona @recklesssturniolo @littlebookworm803 @blissfulxsins @camsturnz @st7rnioioss @rempessturniolo @yearlyism

Nick and Tara were being so cute I forgot he was gay ngl

introducing..

໑ 70s DOUCHEBAG CHRIS

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who is the self-appointed king of his high school. He revels in tormenting underclassmen, making them run errands or embarrass themselves for his amusement.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who never misses an opportunity to mention he’s a senior, even in completely unrelated conversations.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who drives a 1971 Chevy Chevelle he’s named “Eclipse,” which he constantly brags about but treats terribly.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who always the loudest guy at every party, either hogging the aux cord to play Dark Side of the Moon or challenging someone to a keg stand.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who flirts shamelessly, leaning into his “asshole” image. He’ll toss out lines like, “Why are you with that guy when you could have someone like me?”

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who’s success rate is higher than it should be, much to the frustration of his peers.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who will say things like, “You know, time is just a construct, man,” while ignoring that he’s failing history class.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who has an “intellectual” side where he quotes Pink Floyd lyrics as if they’re his original thoughts.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who keeps a beat-up notebook hidden in his car where he scrawls angsty poems inspired by Wish You Were Here. He’d never admit it, but they’re mostly about a girl who rejected him sophomore year.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who despite his bravado, Chris is secretly dreading leaving high school. The real world scares him, and he has no idea what he wants to do.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who knows every lyric from The Wall and will fight anyone who says it’s overrated. He once got detention for arguing with a teacher who claimed Led Zeppelin was better.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who has lost more money than he’d care to admit betting on street races or card games. His friends joke that he has “negative luck.”

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who never admit it, Chris has a few Bee Gees records tucked behind his Pink Floyd collection. He sometimes dances to Stayin’ Alive when he’s alone in his room.

DOUCHEBAG CHRIS.. who whether it’s for pizza, gas, or concert tickets, Chris is notorious for saying, “I’ll get you back,” and then never following through.

lemme know if you wanna be in my taglist

@lovelymylene <3

Who’s hungry..

introducing 70s PREPPY READER paired with 70s nate

“Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed!”

She’s like a warm, glowing presence, a perfect balance of sweetness and discipline. Her brown skin radiates in the sunlight, glowing with the richness of caramel and honey, and her hair always smells like a mix of vanilla and the softest touch of brown sugar. When you’re near her, there’s this quiet comfort in her scent, like a soft reminder of warmth and sweetness. Her presence is calm and collected, always put together in a way that makes everything around her feel orderly and neat, from the way her clothes are pressed to the way she keeps her room impeccably tidy.

She has this poise about her, a graceful composure honed by her strict upbringing. Her parents have high expectations, and she meets them with diligence, a good girl who takes her role seriously—going to church every Sunday, excelling in school, and hitting every cheerleading practice like she’s a force of nature. Yet every once in a while, there’s a little spark of rebellion, something hidden in the way she’ll light a cigarette just to feel something different, to remind herself that perfection isn’t always the answer. But even in those moments, she can’t keep the secret for long—her face gives everything away, and she ends up spilling the truth in a flurry of guilt.

When things get chaotic, she’s the first to step up with her mind racing, trying to take control. She can be bossy when she’s stressed, and it’s hard to miss the underlying panic in her voice when things aren’t going according to plan. Her emotions can get the best of her, making her more vulnerable in moments of frustration, but at her core, she’s polite, kind, and well-intentioned. She’s not one to throw shade unless she really feels like someone deserves it, and even then, it’s a rare flash of sarcasm that catches you off guard.

But underneath that polished exterior, there’s a sense of vulnerability, a realness that makes her more relatable than most would think. She’s a good girl, trying to do her best, but every now and then, the weight of expectations pushes her to stray, even if it’s just for a moment, and she becomes that much more human in the process.

@issysh3ll