#(<- born in 2003)

[epickiya722]

YUJI FANS, HOW ARE WE FEELING?!

[221buckythesoldier]

happy pacrim day everyone

[aropride]

mr brightside was released september 29, 2003

(also by same age i mean born on the exact same day)

[divinecouture]

[dt75artblog]

EAT OR BE EATEN

[saccharinegirl]

‧₊˚♡ thirteen (2003)

[icrytearsofsadness]

Billy really liked to move while he was driving.

Steve really liked to watch.

Billy was reckless in a way that was just on that side of scary, because he’d take his eyes off the road to grin over at Steve like a maniac and Steve’s eyes would widen, watching the speedometer tick up behind the dash, music blasting from the stereo.

He moved so fucking much. He’d hit the wheel with the heel of his palm, bop his head, sometimes he’d bounce his entire fucking body if he really liked a song. The faster the better.

Steve liked the thrill, honestly. Billy let him roll the windows down so wind whipped through the car, making his eyes water because Billy drove so fucking fast.

It was their weird little ritual. Steve didn’t know what normal friends did anyway – he’d realized over the last few years that he didn’t actually have any of those, probably never had. If Billy knew, he certainly didn’t show it, which told Steve he liked doing this just as much as Steve did.

Steve would tumble into the passenger seat and Billy would peel out of his driveway like the road was on fucking fire, music already blaring and they’d just go. For as long as Steve needed, really, because Billy’s energy was goddamn endless. At some point Steve would start to get tired, the adrenaline of the whipping wind and Billy’s reckless behavior finally wearing down his brain so he could maybe get a good night’s sleep for once. Every time Steve started to wilt, Billy still looked like he could go for fucking days.

Steve asked him, one time, what Billy did with all the leftover energy after he dropped Steve back at home.

Billy had looked over at him, smiling with his teeth, leering. Moved to the beat, making an obscene motion with his right hand in time. Grinned even wider when Steve turned red and had to look away.

It was intoxicating, just watching him. Even if he was a total asshole. And gross.

Steve never got bored.

He was starting to remember Billy’s favorite songs, too. He’d always had a decent mind for music, and Billy was just so easy to read, the way he’d rock when something good came on the radio, pleasantly surprised, because Steve didn’t let him play his tapes every time. He’d go crazy eventually if they did that. Billy always complained when Steve switched on the radio, flicking through the channels, but he never stopped him, just dialed up the volume when something “worth listening to” came on and – and fucking rock.

Steve thought it was maybe the hottest thing he’d ever seen, watching Billy’s manic grin break across his face, left hand slamming down on the wheel, right reaching to crank the volume. He’d be already bouncing with the beat, leveraging himself with the foot not on the gas so he could lift his hips and rock his whole body in the seat, curls bouncing with the motion. He always had his shirt unbuttoned practically to the navel, and when he moved the collar would fall open around his chest. His head would bob, dipping and sometimes rolling back and Steve wanted to fuck him so bad it actually hurt. Wanted to put Billy’s rock mix in and crank up Panama by Van Halen and watch Billy bounce to the beat in his lap, watch his head tip back in a different kind of ecstasy.

Steve didn’t even need help to sleep, didn’t need adrenaline to turn his brain off tonight but he was so worked up just thinking about it that he called Billy anyway.

Billy never said no.

Maybe that was what made Steve feel bold.

He picked up, he said you’re paying for gas and I’m picking the music which meant yes, and Steve knew that if he reached for the radio anyway Billy would let him, but that wasn’t in the plans tonight.

He threw himself into the passenger seat like he was tired even though he wasn’t, because he needed an excuse, and because he got so fucking high on the way Billy grinned when Steve’s energy spiraled higher and higher the longer they spent together. Like maybe he was just as interested in working Steve up as Steve was in making Billy bounce.

Steve was feeling bold tonight.

Billy peeled out of the driveway without saying anything, and Steve was fine with that. Rock music was blasting, one of Billy’s mixes. Steve recognized it just by the Poison song that was blaring, but he wasn’t going to show his hand that early.

“Y’okay, pretty boy?”

Steve looked over, confused as to where that was coming from – they were five songs in and Steve was letting his energy slowly bleed through.

He’d forgotten to open the window. Usually he rolled it all the way down to feel the wind whip, but he was so high on the feeling of I’m gonna fucking do it tonight that he hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m great,” Steve said, grinning because they were far enough into the night that he didn’t need to pretend to be exhausted anymore.

Billy looked over at him like he was going to ask more, but then Rock You Like A Hurricane came on and Steve knew he’d forget for the next four minutes, because this was one of Billy’s favorites and Billy was already reaching over to blast the volume.

They were kind of in the middle of nowhere by now, cruising down a road that ran parallel to the train tracks, through the woods. It was late. No one was around, and Billy’s favorite song was on and Steve was feeling bold.

And yeah, normally Steve’s heart rate would kick up anyway when this one came on, because he still remembered the first time he’d seen Billy, pulling into the school lot with it blasting through the speakers, looking like he’d just stepped out of a damn magazine. Normally his heart would start thumping because Billy fucking loved this song and he’d rock. Steve knew he would rock if he let him, knew he’d get to watch Billy move, but that wasn’t in the plans tonight.

“Pull over.”

“What?” Billy snapped, sounding scandalized, yelling over the pure volume rattling the car.

“Pull over!”

And Steve knew all Billy wanted to do right now was grind his boot into the gas even further, but instead he made a feral sort of growling sound and pulled over, slamming on the brakes and throwing the car into park.

Billy grabbed the volume dial and yanked it down, which was a shame, because Steve was sure the Scorpions weren’t meant to be listened to quietly.

“What,” Billy said again, glaring at Steve, but Steve could see the flicker of something – concern, he realized, because Steve hadn’t rolled down the window, and had asked him to pull over, and Steve knew this was Billy’s favorite song.

Steve was feeling bold.

He reached for the stereo and cranked the volume all the way back up. He felt better instantly, the bass drum rattling his ribcage.

He grabbed Billy by the collar of his open button down and kissed him.

Billy went stock-still just long enough for Steve to wonder if he’d royally fucked up before he just rolled with it, recovering from the shock and kissing back.

Steve knew he’d be a good kisser, because, yeah. But throwing himself into it now, he couldn’t help wondering why they hadn’t been doing this the whole time. He could have been bold so much sooner, if the way Billy was practically devouring his mouth was anything to go on.

And then Steve wasn’t thinking much of anything at all, because Billy was fucking climbing over the center console and –

Steve yelped involuntarily when Billy abruptly grabbed the lever to slam his seat back, giving him a brief moment of vertigo before his stomach swooped for a very different reason as Billy settled firmly into his lap and kissed him like he was starving.

There was the third chorus, the familiar guitar riff mounting and Steve’s hands flew to hold on to literally anything as Billy rocked.

He was going to die like this. He had Billy Hargrove in his lap and he was going to die. His heart literally could not take it, getting fucking exactly what he’d been fantasizing about after so many nights of adjusting himself while Billy’s eyes were on the road for once. Scorpions was blasting but every sound Billy made went straight into Steve’s mouth, so he heard them all anyway.

Billy’s mouth was wet and unbearably hot, and Steve couldn’t get his breath under him. His bones were rattling with the base, ears thrumming with his blood and too much noise.

Steve was desperate to get his hands on Billy, so he shoved one inside the open button-down and around, palm splaying over the curve of Billy’s ribs, fingertips on his spine. His skin was burning. Billy shuddered a little and didn’t stop kissing him. Steve was so focused on trying to crawl under Billy’s clothes, into his skin if he could, that it was hard to focus on being coordinated.

The kiss devolved into a messy slide, just Billy’s lips catching and slipping on Steve’s, and too much tongue, and, and, Billy broke away from his mouth for just a second to mouth sloppily down Steve’s jaw. It was good, so good, the heat of his breath intensified by the wet of his tongue on Steve’s skin and Steve actually couldn’t take it, so he grabbed Billy by the hair to hold him still while Steve dove back into his open mouth.

The song finally changed, because apparently they’d been making out for four full minutes, and Steve recognized the opening bars immediately.

He laughed, a giddy, breathless sort of sound, and managed to get out “is this Jet?” like he wasn’t sure, like Billy had actually kissed him stupid, like Steve hadn’t lost his breath watching Billy move to Cold Hard Bitch a dozen times before.

Practically the moment the name was out of his mouth Billy made a pained sort of moaning noise and muttered back “shut up” and rocked, so Steve did, because he was feeling smug as fuck but Billy Hargrove was grinding in his lap like there was no tomorrow and that was definitely more important. And memorizing Billy’s music worked, apparently, because then Billy was sliding down his body and had Steve in his mouth even before Nic Cester sang the first on my knees.

gifset of Billy driving

[boag]

My favorite Tiffany “New York” Pollard moment that I never see anyone post or reference anymore is when she was like I never was a child! As soon as I popped out of my mom I was just in the know.

[glitter-alienz]

stockshop fankid you say 👀

yep,, shes sillay

[thecinnamongirlll]

[slowburningechoes]

Robert Sean Leonard stage-dooring outside Plymouth Theatre (now the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre) for Long Day’s Journey into Night (2003).

[boydykedevo]

they way they write Apollo's dialogue in dual destinies is truly unparalleled

[bluiela]

My auntie and her entire family lives in California. She has been living there for decades. All my cousins are born there. She lives peacefully and is a law-abiding citizen. Literally a hermit.

And in all the decades living there she has never felt so unsafe living there like she's now. The calls we have give us anxiety. My grandmother stays awake worrying about our family.

It's 2025. Trump is a fucking disgrace and disappointment.

But what is the silver lining is the people who supported them. They have a community of people of American citizen who stood up for them and protected them and that is honestly the only thing that lets us sleep a little better at night.

[epickiya722]

Okay, I may have chuckled a little but I had to take a step back and realize just how lethal Yuji's punches are.

Folks... Yuji punched Sukuna so hard that he spat out several Cursed Fingers (looks to be about three). Keep in mind, Yuji can punch souls now.

Those Cursed Fingers hold pieces of Sukuna's soul.

Yuji punched Sukuna so hard that he literally punched his soul out his body.

EDIT: Wait, wait, wait! Yuji isn't punching him here! (Why did my brain register punching?) He used Dismantle. But that is still badass that he's striking at Sukuna's soul. He made spit out physical pieces of his soul.

So he still is knocking the soul of him.

[angiemcalisters]

melina sinadinou in beyond paradise (2025) 🌻 if you click in the source link or go into my gif directory, you will find #178 gifs of melina sinadinou in all of her appearances in season 3 of beyond paradise. please like and/or reblog if you find these useful. thank you & enjoy !

[aconitum-fields]

Can I be honneesstttttt. I fucking. Love. Daredevil 2003. I DON'T CARE!!! I DON'T CARE!!! I THINK IT'S FUN!!! IT'S FUN AND CAMP AND MAKES ME GIGGLE!!!

If you go into the film comparing its quality to the show or literally anything else ever, of couurssseee it's gonna be kinda ass. BUT!!! If you look at it as a camp staple of early 2000's emo culture that lowkey gets a lot of comic beats more right than the show does (cough cough Elektra's plot being more accurate cough cough although Elodie is better than Jennifer cough cough)... THEN you start havin' fun.

It's kinda aura farm the movie but also lowkey the best movie ever (Joking of course... or am I?) (I am) (Or am I?) (I am joking, LOL don't worry) (... OR AM-- *I get shot*)

Like, just don't take it seriously and you'll have SO much fun with it.

AND. YOU. CANNOT. BEAT. THE. MUUUUSSSIICCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know how Born Again has a bajillion songs in like every episode? They fuckin' WISHHHHHH they had the music roster that DD '03 had (Excluding the Radiohead and Roberta Flack needle drops because I'm biased and I LOVVVEEEEE the song choices in ep 9)

The fact that DD '03 was where Evanescence debuted Bring Me To Life???? Like. There's literally no competition.

LOL and that moment when Matt exits his fucking Transformers lookin' sensory deprivation tank he sleeps in to strut on over to his crazy stereo system and blast fucking HANG ON BY SEETHER as he gets ready for court is the most aura thing ever and like literally as I type this I'm putting that damn song on cause it's SOOOO FIRE!!!!!

Can you tell I grew up on my moms mix CD's of Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Linken Park, and Seether?

Also like idgaf if the leather is impractical, the '03 suit looks SOOOO much better than the fuck ass armour Matt's got in the Netflix show. Like it looked good on Dex? But other than that? To me it's suchhh an L compared to the swag camp shiny leather

Like.

Can we be fr 😭

It's just so slick and soooo vibey and emo and I love it.

BAHAHAHA AND PLEASE. PLEASE. IF YOU CAN FIND THE DVD FOR A COUPLE BUCKS, PLEEASEEEE BUY IT!!!! If you put the disk in your PC there's a .exe program you can fuck around with and like tell me this isn't like the most iconic thing you've ever seen.

And there's this sensory quiz that tries to simulate Matt's senses AND IT'S ACTUALLY LIKE A FUCKING PHD EXAM I SWEAR ON MY LIFEEEEEEE

I GOT MY ASS WHOPPED WHEN I DID IT LOL I WAS SO UNDERPREPEARED FOR HOW INTENSE IT WOULD BE

I don't think I've ever in my life seen a DVD have as many special features as the one for this goddamn movie LOL

Anyways. If you have whimsy in your heart, PLEASEEE watch/revisit this film it's so FUN!!!!! (Make sure you watch the directors cut though. I'm pretty sure all yar har fiddle tee dee 🏴‍☠️ sites have that version uploaded so W on that)