#dot-com boom

[unbfacts]

All centibillionaires first reached $100 billion in 2017 or later, except Bill Gates, who briefly crossed the milestone in 1999 during the dot-com boom.

[crescentfool]

it's that time of year again...

[weevmo]

Thanks so much for all the love on the animatic!! You guys are all awesome - and I love being able to board something fun instead of doing it for work.

I have a few commissions that'll take some time! After that - I'd love to board the Frank and Poppy Audio honestly - it is my second favorite WH secret audio. They get along so well!!

[aleppothemushroom]

HE PISSED ON MY FUCKING WIFE!

[chronostutter]

u know racefaking online was just one of those things i thought everyone says happens but id never see. well it turns out its real. thats crazy

[shocked-collar]

//Great time to remind everyone IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU SHOULD BE NOWHERE NEAR HERE. You're only a kid for so long, you get to be an adult forever. MAKE IT LAST. FRIGGIN' WAIT TO ENGAGE IN CONTENT LIKE THIS.

//No one can protect you if you refuse to let them. These games and this fandom and content have 18+ tags on them for a REASON, and it's to PROTECT YOU. You're not cool, you're not edgy, you're not special, you're not grown up for ignoring warning signs that are set there to KEEP YOU FROM HARM, you're just an idiot for exposing yourself to that ON PURPOSE.

[neoplaysrhythmgames]

whoever puts an ad with AI music after a music video deserves public execution. absolutely no fucking mercy

[herawell]

.

[defilerwyrm]

The answer is "tumblr users are majority AFAB and have been indoctrinated from early childhood to expect someone taller than them as a mate"

[chaoticshark98]

why is he sleeping

[open-era]

The Dot-Com Bubble: From Rags to Riches...and Back

Learn from the past: The Dot-Com Bubble was a stark reminder of speculative excess and its consequences. Valuable lessons for today's investors and entrepreneurs. #FinancialHistory #LessonsLearned

In the late 1990s, a phenomenon known as the dot-com bubble captivated the world, fueling dreams of untold riches and transforming the stock market into a frenzy of irrational exuberance. As the internet’s rapid growth opened up new opportunities for innovation and entrepreneurship, countless start-ups emerged, adorned with flashy “.com” domain names. Investors, eager to ride the wave of the…

[clove-pinks]

While I am still mad about historical men's fashion: my other pet peeve is when someone tries to do an "18th century vs. 19th century" thing, and it's literally court dress from like 1790, covered with embroidery and jewels, compared with ordinary day attire for a 19th century man.

Like. Imagine comparing the most outrageous cyber-goth club wear from the 1990s with a cheap 2010s men's business suit!

"THIS IS WHAT THE DOT COM BOOM TOOK AWAY FROM US! Men used to go to work with green plastic hair extensions and slutty fishnet tops with their tripp pants covered with bright cables and chains! Now they wear 'BUSINESS SUITS' in boring navy and black. 🙄😩💅🏻"

[thatgayoctopus]

GUYS I'M TELLING YOU THIS SHIT IS PEAK I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT SINCE I STARTED READING IT

“—memories and not yours?”

He realizes then that the monotonous drone in his ears has been Ezra talking.

He turns. “Could you repeat that?”

He expects fury at the fact he wasn’t paying attention. They had sworn at him for less; bullshit. Instead, they tap their cigarette above their thigh and smear the ash in with their opposite hand. Their jeans are streaked with soot, burn holes scattered across their knees.

“Where’d you go just now?” They inhale, exhale a steam of smoke out the side of their mouth. “You did it earlier too,”

///

Till Human Voices Wake Us, and We Drown is a long-form, multi-chapter fanfic that focuses on Dr. Otto Octavius after the events of Spider-Man: No Way Home and how he reckons with everything he left behind.

Chapter Six: Stopped to Get Myself a Map is now available on AO3.

[roomtemperaturesuperconductor]

The frustrating thing about homestuck is that it IS quite good. Maybe not “spend months straight reading through as an adult” good. But something about it feels innovative even in 2025. Few modern webcomics have tried to use animated GIFs in their panels, let alone any of the genre hopping between animation, prose, game, etc that homestuck made feel natural. It’s flawed and dated in the way all laundered humor from Something Awful is flawed and dated. But it’s such a fascinating time capsule of the dot com boom. In 2009 there was no piece of art quite like homestuck, and the corporate consolidation of the internet has ensured that there still isn’t.

[mattsundaes]

hey dee u know roomate suna who knows abt ur burner account where u just thirst after him. consider the following

suna makes a plan. a plan so magnificently in line with his personality that he’s a little shocked you don’t clock him for it.

suna makes a burner account where all he does is thirst about you. he gains some followers because Lord do the girlies love a man Whimpering and Yearning and that’s 90% of what he does

would it be weird to colormatch a fleshlight to her foundation. asking for a friend

does she know what she does to me when she wears those shorts around the house. does she know. update: wearing gray sweatpants as revenge

i need to fuck her into the couch she’s so cute oh my god

and then. he infiltrates your page. follows u. replies to ur posts with equally horny shit. manifests u notice him

do you think he’d be mad if i told him i squirted on his bed while he was out last night

only because you didn’t do it on his face

until BOOM mutuals. and he’s sliding into ur dms to give u advice

you should wear more skirts around. guys love that. i would do terrible things to see my roomie in one of her flowly little sundresses today

ok but if this backfires on me im blaming you

trust me. it won’t.

when u come out that morning wearing his FAVORITE sundress…he planned on keeping his little game running for a little longer but when he gets a glimpse of your panties when you do a little spin for him? he’s pulling you into his lap before commenting that he didn’t even have to do anything terrible to see you in this.

lauren YOUR MIIIINNNDDDDDD.

whimpering yearning suna on tumblr dot com i will fucking die actually??? the posts are so spot on oh my god. colour matching a fleshlight. HE IS SO PATHETIC AND HOT.

(i would follow him so fast ngl)

"trust me. it won't." i am SCREEEECHING. the absolutely DIABOLICAL plan?????? roommates to mutuals to lovers he is so awful. he deserves to have his dumb pretty scheming sexy face SAT ON in that little sundress.

(later he posts "couldn't tell if she was trying to suffocate me or ride my face. my dick is still hard just thinking about it.")

[simpforrooster]

the best pilot in the navy.

pete “maverick” mitchell x f!simpson reader

summary: your admiral father allows you to work control room during the uranium mission, despite your relationship with maverick. the pilot who’s a pain in his ass.

t/w: some angst, language. fluff at the end. not sure if the specifics are navy accurate, but let me have this xD

“can you handle this, captain?” you father asked you in his office.

“yes, sir,” you replied.

he studied your face. “you know there are risks-“

you cut him off. “yes, sir. i know that. i know that every time he flies in that plane he may not come back.”

the admiral mask fell from his face. working with your father, admiral simpson has its ups and downs. throw in you dating one of his subordinates. then have that subordinate bc roughly the same age as your dad.

yeah.

“y/n. now answer the question as my daughter.”

your mask slipped as well. “i’ll be fine, dad. promise. mav is a hell of a pilot.”

“dagger one is hit. i repeat, dagger one is hit!”

the words you’ve been praying to avoid echo in your ears. your boyfriend is flying dagger one.

you struggle not to look over your shoulder at your father, not wanting to give him any reason to regret allowing you to work the control room for this mission.

“asking permission to launch search and rescue,” hangman comes over the coms.

“negative,” your father says.

that does it. you spin around in your chair, ignoring hangman who is waiting on you to relay the admiral’s answer.

“sir?” he calls again.

your eyes hold your father’s, matching in color and glare. “dad,” you squeak out.

“he’s waiting on the answer, captain.” his admiral mask is firm, unwavering.

“we can’t leave him out there,” you press. hondo meets your eyes, the same sadness holding there.

“there is nothing we can do for maverick. not in a damn f-18.” the words spear through your heart.

you’re not an idiot. you know he’s right. that's been the whole point of the extensive training, the enemies superoir aircraft.

“negative, spare,” you relay.

your heart grows heavier in your chest as the seconds go by. your concentration ebbs and flows from the monitor. the dots of the other daggers get closer to the boat.

natasha and bob.

coyote and fanboy.

rooster.

not maverick.

not maverick.

the sounds of the control room go silent, replaced by a high pitched whine. water drips onto your keyboard. is the roof leaking?

it takes a second to realize those are your tears.

you launch your headphones toward the monitor and slide back from the desk. you can't take it.

you can't take it.

"captain simpson!" your fathers calls. his booming voice is enough to get you to stop for a millisecond. "do not walk out that door."

ignoring him, you run out into the hallway, hondo on your tail.

his burly arms wrap around you from behind. the action makes the tears fall from your eyes without abandon.

"i know," he murmurs above your ear. "i know."

mav tried to tell you goodbye before he left and you wouldn't let him.

"hondo! simpson! get back in here. rooster turned around and was shot down!" warlock orders.

damn it, rooster.

slipping back into the control room, you expertly avoid your father’s heavy gaze. it’s like the two of you have time-traveled back to your high school days, and he got a call from the school about your excessive talking.

the two of you being cut from the same cloth makes working together tooonns of fun.

swiping away stray tears, you get to work.

“sir, rooster’s radio just turned back on. but he’s supersonic,” the controller next to you says. you peer over at his monitor. sure enough, the rooster dot is moving at a steady pace.

your gaze finds the admiral’s. “maverick,” he says.

your heart swells at the thought of maverick still being alive.

“they’ve got bandits on them,” you say.

“send out spare one,” your father tells you.

com-ing over to hangman, he’s up in the air in no time.

~

waiting for mav and rooster to make it back to the boat felt like eons. as they approached, everyone left the control room to meet them on deck.

you follow warlock and your dad up to the tower.

as your stare out over the water, trying to spot the place your boyfriend’s in, your dad’s voice fills the air.

“i hope you understand my call,” he says.

holding your gaze over the water, you want to pick a fight. you want to scream and argue. you want him to feel the heartbreak you felt in that moment.

the moment he didn’t allow hangman to go over mav.

but you understood.

you truly did. of course losing one pilot was better than two. the thought makes you want to throw up.

“i do. i told you i could handle the mission,” you reply, your back still turned.

his hand comes up to your shoulder, lightly squeezing, the admiral mask slipping.

you turn, knowing you’ll get your dad and not your admiral. once your eyes meet, the tears fall from your eyes.

“i was so scared,” you say into his chest. cyclone pulls you tight against him, a dad holding his girl tight.

your sobs subside when warlock points towards the distance. “thank God, there they are.”

cyclone slips back into admiral mode right as maverick buzzes the tower. the three of you are jostled at the sound and speed of it.

your father cocks an eyebrow at you. seriously, this is who you want to be with?

all you can do is offer him a grin before running from the tower.

on deck, maverick and rooster accept hugs and slaps on the back. maverick gives everyone a polite acknowledgment, his head craning for someone.

for you.

once he sees you, relief floods his face. “oh, baby,” he says, that relief palpable in his voice. he grabs you, pulling you into him, one hand in your hair, the other around your waist.

again, you don’t bother hiding the tears. he pulls back, his thumbs running across your cheeks. “i’m here. i’m here. i’m okay.”

your hands run over his body, checking for injuries. any scratches to his perfect self.

“talk to me, simpson,” he says, his voice wary.

it’s like you’ve forgotten how to speak with the flood of emotions. instead, you pull him down to you, enveloping his mouth with a kiss.

a kiss you were afraid you’d never be able to give him.

maverick rests his forehead against yours, “i was so worried about you.”

“me?” finally finding your voice. “i was worried about you.”

“haven’t i told you not to worry about me? i’m the best pilot in the navy,” he smirks. you playfully shove him back, letting hondo greet his friend.

the two men wrap each other in a tight embrace. maverick pulls back first, glancing up to the tower. warlock pumps his fist and your father nods his reluctant approval.

masterlist.