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anyataylorjoys · 22 hours

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THIRTEEN 2003, dir. Catherine Hardwicke

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strawberriesx777 · 1 day

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#coquette #coquette dollete #pink blog #soft pink #pink aesthetic #coquette boy #emma roberts #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #it girl #girlblogging #girl interupted syndrome #pinkcore #pastel pink #y2k #y2kcore #y2k aesthetic #mcbling #early 2000s

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gateway-2000 · 3 days

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Fin Fin on Teo the Magic Planet locations

#webcore #y2kcore #old web #nostalgiacore #y2k #techcore #retro gaming #retro games #fin fin #finfin

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lachatalovematcha · 3 days

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hyelita · 1 day

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⌞ iced coffee ⌝

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vibrantgutz · 2 days

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piecesofmemp3 · 1 day

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don't leave me hanging in a city so dead…

#avril lavigne #2004 #under my skin #emo #pop punk #grunge #2000s #00s #y2k #early 00's #mall goth #goth

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evvysblog · 1 day

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you just get my heart pump, pumping

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fractalbeehive · 2 days

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Animal stamps

These are free to use wherever you want (giving me credit somewhere would be nice obviously)

I am planning on posting more so here's a masterpost so I can keep them all in one place

#Ideally I would have a neocities to put these on but I do not yet #Yes the native bee one is a slightly different size sorryyyyy #Web stamps #Web graphics #Neocities #Y2K #Animals #Animal art #Pixel art #Wasps #Bees #Insects #Radiodont #Parasites

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itzmaztercom · 2 days

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🖤Bill🩶

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ccbunnv · 5 hours

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hello!! I miss your old work with the villain Bill so much.. Please write something with the villain Bill! I don't care what it will be:smut/fluff/angst; whatever, but just please! If you don't want to write for this anymore, then I'll understand! I love you very much!!💖🫂

I would like to hug you too! it's so cute!!😭🥹

oh, you're so adorable!!! of course <33 i missed writing villain bill too ^^ slight nsfw! not smut.

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader angst -> fluff

once upon a time, you were in love with your husband. he was a strong, gentle soul, who used his power for good. he didn't care about reputation, only about doing what was right.

he was a handsome, healthy man, with a heart of gold. loved by all, and despised by his arch nemesis. you remembered the wedding ceremony, how the white drapery decorated the church, how you walked down the aisle with your long train of ivory behind.

you were a happy, excited woman, who was ready to accompany her loving husband every step of the way.

but as time went on, he began to change. once that man with a sunny smile, turned into what could be described as a modern-day monster. an abomination of man.

he swore to never drink, but there he was, downing a can of ice cold beer. he swore to never use his power for evil, yet there he was, threatening the life of a man just for a night at the bar.

he swore to love you, yet he wound up spewing insults after insults to you, over the smallest of mistakes. he swore to never raise a hand and forever protect you, but he ended up breaking glass bottles over your head.

the man who you married was no longer. you didn't know what else to do anymore. you married young; a horrible mistake, and you didn't know what the world could hand you.

he had gotten so lazy, that his own attempts at saving your life grew lackluster. sometimes it'd take him weeks to get his butt off a chair to save you from his arch nemesis's hands.

even he began to question your worth in the eyes of this glorious hero.

his arch nemesis, Bill, was a man who used his power for evil. robbing banks, burning establishments, kidnapping, murder, stealing priceless goods...you name it, he's done it.

but even though he was considered evil, you had never met a man who worried for you more. your mother in law would tell you to suck it up in favour of her grown manchild.

your father in law praised his son, your husband, for his abusive treatment towards you. your own parents left you on seen for multiple days when you messaged them about it.

but Bill...oh, not Bill. never him.

he treated you sweetly. he was the first to ask if anything was going on at home. he cared for you during the weeks it took for your husband to save you.

it left you wanting to stay with Bill instead.

the feeling was gut wrenching. you really, really didn't know what to do. you were legally wed to this man, this horrid man, and yet you were wishing to be with his enemy instead.

you yearned for his hands to touch yours again, for his sweet voice to whisper, "it's okay." in your ear once more.

just once more, and it'd be fine.

you even began to wish to be abducted by him every other day. you'd wish for his monstrous creation to infiltrate the city and grab you by the waist, to bring you back to his evil lair.

the sun was covered by the clouds. the sky was a grey that made you think of Bill. the dishes in your hands slipped, and clattered on the floor, shards of pure white china scattering on the floor.

the loud clash brought you back to reality. your husband stepped in and upon seeing the mess, he yelled, "YOU USELESS BITCH! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT!? DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THIS IS!?"

his hand wrapped around your hair, scraming in your ear as you held in tears, "THIS IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU! MORE THAN YOUR HEART, YOUR LIVER, YOUR EYES! DO YOU WANT ME TO GUT YOU OPEN AND GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES!?"

"no, no, I'm sorry," you apologised, choking back cries, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"sorry, sorry, sorry. what more are you good for than being a heater for my bed, bitch?" he sneered, "maybe I should make sure you never make this mistake again."

he knelt down and grabbed a shard of the broken china, and dug the sharp tip into your forearm. you screamed in pain as he dragged it down, forming a long, red wound.

it bled as he threw the shard on the floor and said, "do you understand now, whore? you disgusting slut...I don't even want to see your ugly face. you plague every inch of me."

"I'm not coming home." he said, turning around and leaving the house, probably to go to yet another brothel.

tearfully, you sat in the kitchen, helpless and abandoned. but you had to do something about the painful wound on your forearm. so you stood, and fished through the first aid cabinet to get the things you needed to fix the injury.

as you did so, you couldn't help but remember how Bill would do it for you. his gentle, skilled hands, wrapping the gauze around your thigh that held an obvious carving of his name.

the way he would hold your hand when the pain grew too worse. he brought you a sense of comfort. and you wanted him, despite how his morals were.

𓆩♱𓆪

it was just another monday. you had to run to the grocery shop for a quick errand of eggs and milk. the nights had grown worse, your body felt sluggish from the unending abuse, the eyebags under your eyes made a raccoon green with envy.

you finished your purchase and you left the grocery store, checking your eggs and milk, looking through the receipt so there was no unauthorised purchases that you didn't know about.

suddenly, a loud scream reverberated around the city. you snapped your head towards the direction of the scream, only to be greeted by a loud explosion.

you tried to back away, but you suddenly felt someone gripping your waist and pulling you away. people tried to fight against the perpetrator stealing you, but you noticed the hands.

the black french manicure, the black fingerless leather gloves...the distinct 'Freiheit '89' covered by the black sleeve...it was Bill.

your knight in shining armour. your saviour. your safety.

you couldn't help but rest your head against his shoulder as he brought you back into where you truly belonged—his evil lair.

when you heard the sound of metal doors moving open and closing, you knew you were back. he whispered in your ear, "seems like you're enjoying this, schatz."

you grew bashful, "sorry."

"no need to be sorry. there's a new wound I see." he responded, bringing you into his mansion and placing you onto a couch.

"yeah. I broke an expensive china, and..." you looked away, not wanting to remember the memory.

he looked at you pitifully, and gently placed his hand into yours, "other than that wound, is there anything else?"

"no, it's the usual." you whispered, looking down at him while he went on one knee to look at you properly.

his hand brushed against your cheek. your heart drummed in anticipation. his hand moved to your hair and gently combed his fingers through it.

"how could he ever do such a thing to you?" he asked softly, "a girl like you deserves to have everything."

"you're too beautiful to be left with a man like him." he said, looking into your eyes as he placed his lips upon your knuckles.

you blushed, "Bill, this is wrong..."

"I know what's wrong and what's right. I'm doing you a favour, meine liebe, say you'll go with me." he stated, "I'll treat you better."

"I'll love you better." he whispered, "and you just be mine."

your heart melted. he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, his lips inches away from yours. it was as if he read your mind when he kissed you.

sparks flew. you felt weak inside. you couldn't help but return the kiss, holding him closer. when you and him pulled away, he whispered, "say you'll go with me, bitte."

you nodded shakily, and whispered, "I will."

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"I will, Bill." you said, peering into his pretty brown eyes as the priest stared at you two in horror.

he smiled and laughed, holding you close. his lips met yours, his hand upon your waist, and the gloomy day outside was simply the best weather to have a wedding like this.

he held you close, before saying, "do you want to do it or should I?"

you shook your head, "you do it, darling."

"of course, schön." he said, pulling out his revolver and pointing it at your ex-husband's head, shooting him point blank.

remains of his brain flew everywhere. a hole in his head, empty like his vows to you, his eyes crossed as blood trickled down his nose.

you sighed and said, "maybe aim somewhere more humane next time."

"yes, meine liebe, I'll aim for an artery next time." he reassured, kissing your forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." you responded, kissing his cheek back.

and now, you can finally have your happy ending.

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #fluff #bill kaulitz fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel fanfic

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spuffybot · 14 hours

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Ok was just having this debate with a friend who thinks Mission Impossible 2 is an abomination. And while I will give her that it is an anomaly within the MI canon and arguably is not a MI movie (Ethan doesn’t go rogue, he’s behaving OOC, the tone and vibe are off) I stand by the fact that it is a quintessential, iconic, and absolutely incredible Y2K movie.

1. The Soundtrack: much like the year 2000 classics Charlie’s Angels and Dracula 2000 this movie features Limp Bizkit, Metallica, Rob Zombie, Butthole Surfers, and Foo Fighters to name a few. It’s such an abrupt departure from the first film (the majority of songs on the first MI soundtrack aren’t even featured in the movie.)

There’s just something so utterly Y2K about Ethan throwing his glasses over the side of a mountain and them exploding to the sound of Limp Bizkit.

2. Ethan: just Ethan Hunt in this movie. Listen there are 6 MI movies that show Ethan as a perpetually serious genius with a passionate dedication to his friends and his mission. But there is only one movie where Ethan hunt is a sexy playful badass and that’s MI2. I would go as far as to say that Tom Cruise has never looked better in his life and I know that’s blasphemy against our lord and savior Lestat. But Ethan in MI2 is just GIVING. The arms. The smile. The ridiculous blowout that both falls into his eyes and tousles in the wind. This is peak sex appeal Cruise (it’s also before we knew he was all culty and creepy so it feels less bad to be deep in my feels about how hot he is.)

3. The John Woo of it all: John Woo said the year is 2000 and we will have DRAMA we will have FASHUN and we will have BIRDS. There is so. Much. Unnecessary. Slo. Mo. In. This. Film. SO MUCH. And the action sequences? I know this is a franchise known for its over the top action sequences but the ones in this film don’t even make sense.

4. The Title Sequence: honestly if anything in this movie is a fever dream (even more than the doves that fly out of an explosion) it’s the title sequence which feels like a mashup of every Y2K music video and action movie combined.

5. The Birds: listen I wasn’t going to ignore this scene. THIS SCENE. What can be said? It’s iconic. It’s absurd. It’s the epitome of the decadence, drama, and corniness of the year 2000.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. MI2 may not deserve a place of honor in the official canon of Mission Impossible but it is hands down one of the best movies of 2000 and it deserves to be remembered as such.

#mission impossible #mission impossible 2 #ethan hunt #tom cruise #y2k movies #y2k aesthetic #y2k #movie review #movies #year 2000

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aiisehkii · 23 hours

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