Early 2000s - Blog Posts

What’s in their bag?

Surprise more oc x friends oc..

left is Liam’s, right is Kyle’s

Kyle is @dollzkiss2 ‘s oc!

Liam and Kyle draw themselves..

[Blue: Kyle | Green: Liam]

Translation:

K: Why’d you make me a cat?

L: Because, you act like one. You know, grumpy and impatient..

K: Hey!

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Kyle is @dollzkiss2 ‘s oc!

Also the lovely artist of Kyle’s drawing

it doesn’t feel like halloween

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brat🍏.ᐟ

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Look me through the screen and tell me you'd rock this outfit in your 50's

DOWNLOADING THIS RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY..

iz zim shimeji :33

{DOWNLOAD - GOOGLE DRIVE}

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY FROM INVADER PIKE xDDD (he knows its not today but that boy loves u so much.......) drew Pike in procreate based on a doodl i made earlier today and made the gif in pixmix, i <3 u pixmix

Was watching my fantastic four dvd and this ad was the first thing that popped up, it's so violently early 2000s

Girlfriends.

yet ANOTHER ART FIGHT ATTACK! this time it was a birthday present!

Honestly we should gather all the Eltingville Baddies (oc’s) and make them have like a sleepover while talking over who likes who, what movies should they watch and prank call one of their crushes. (Like those 2000’s sleepovers we all wished we had)

“It’s a vision I say!!” As they dragged me into the asylum while I struggle in my strapped white coat.

I really want to use these more

White girls need to drop the AAVE and bring back "AS IF!!! 😒" and "GET IT TOGETHER" like y'all were eating in the 2000s!

Made a carrier for rotisserie, gonna clean up the pattern I made for it and post it at some point!

I get so sad over Panic! At The Disco sometimes bc they had SO MUCH POTENTIAL and they were sooo young :( like they were KIDS in afycso like its so fucking insane. Like these barley legal teens got pushed into the spotlight out of nowhere (because pete signed them without them playing a show ever) like thats so jarring for them. Going from practicing in a basement to sold out shows in a year or so. And like one of the main reason why the music sticks so much now like 20 or so years after it being released is how much of a raw/genuine writer ryan ross is/was like those songs are so well written its fucking crazy and combined with brenden uries (formally) amazing voice they were kinda unstoppable.

I cant help but credit the fact they got to famous so quickly to ryan ross and jon walker leaving the band. Like thats a band break up that still to tjis day makes me sad. Like brenden and ryan clearly were SUCH GOOD FRIENDS and now they never fucking talk (also bc of the internet stalker thing.) and its just so depressing how fame tore the band apart. Even in interviews from after the split it's clearly affected ryan and its all so :(((

(Sorry for silly ramblings i just wanted to post it somewhere :3)

🗯️ Breaking into the scenemo scene (heh) with my new funky lil’ guy, N0klu! I’m so excited to contribute to the subcult! X3 Expect more art to come!

Aight, Imma come out and say it:

🗣️📣 MUNO FROM YO GABBA GABBA IS BUILT LIKE A MOFO DILDO🗣️📣

Love and peace on planet earth is playing space pinball on your dell dimension 4500 pc in 2009.

Real🥲‼️

my dream is to collect these and decorate my bedroom with them

the whimsigoth girlies would love this🕸️

Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)

Family First

"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"

[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]

Word Count: 0.8K

Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.

I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.

It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.

He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.

He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.

“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.

After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.

"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.

Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.

A red carpet romance ch.1 -(models attract rock stars like flies to honey)

In 2006, Chiara Muzann, a strikingly tall and elegant model with an air of confidence that turned heads everywhere she went, was making her way up the fashion industry ladder. With her long, flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes, she had recently made waves on the runway in Milan and New York, and tonight, she was attending a high-profile red carpet event in Los Angeles.

Dressed in a shimmering silver gown that accentuated her height, Chiara was the epitome of grace as she glided along the red carpet. She paused occasionally to flash a dazzling smile for the photographers, enjoying the glamour of the moment. The event was teeming with celebrities, and the air was electric with excitement.

As she made her way towards the entrance, Chiara spotted Pete Wentz, the charismatic bassist of Fall Out Boy, who was also one of the night’s guests. Known for his distinct style and mischievous charm, Pete had a playful aura that often made him the center of attention. With his spiky black hair and edgy attire, he stood out amidst the crowd of formally dressed celebrities.

Chiara noticed Pete glancing in her direction, and when their eyes met, she gave him a warm smile. Pete, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of fun, approached her with a confident stride.

"Hey, I’m Pete," he said with a smirk, extending his hand. "And you must be a skyscraper."

Chiara chuckled, shaking his hand. "Chiara Muzann," she replied. "Nice to meet you, Pete. And yes, I’ve heard that one before."

Pete laughed, clearly amused. "Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I mean, it’s not every day you meet someone who can literally look down on me." He gestured playfully, noting the noticeable height difference between them—Pete stood at around 5'6", while Chiara towered over him at nearly 6 feet tall, even without her heels.

Chiara grinned, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Well, I’m not used to looking down at people either, so I guess this is a first for both of us."

Pete’s eyes sparkled with interest. "You know, you’re not just tall—you’re kind of intimidating in a really cool way. I like it."

Chiara raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Intimidating? Me? I thought rockstars were supposed to be fearless."

"Oh, I’m fearless," Pete retorted playfully. "Just… selectively so."

They shared a laugh, and for a few moments, the bustling red carpet around them seemed to fade away. As they continued to chat, the connection between them was undeniable, and Pete couldn’t help but be captivated by Chiara’s wit and charm.

"So, Chiara," Pete said, leaning in slightly, "what are the odds I can convince you to join me for a drink inside? You know, if you don’t mind stooping down to my level."

Chiara tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "I suppose I can bend the rules for one night," she replied with a sly smile.

"Great," Pete grinned, offering her his arm. "Let’s make some height-defying memories, shall we?"

As they walked into the venue together, Pete and Chiara continued their playful banter, the height difference becoming just another part of their unexpected chemistry. That night on the red carpet marked the beginning of a story neither of them would soon forget.

♡☆ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ☆♡

After the red carpet event, Pete Wentz and Chiara Muzann decided to keep the night going. Pete, ever the spontaneous one, suggested they hit up one of LA’s hottest nightclubs. Chiara, always up for an adventure, agreed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

They arrived at the club to a burst of flashing lights and throngs of excited fans, but Pete smoothly guided Chiara through the crowd, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. Inside, the music was loud and pulsing, the bass vibrating through the floor. The energy of the club was infectious, and it didn’t take long for them to find themselves on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of moving bodies.

Under the neon lights, Pete and Chiara danced like they were in their own world. Chiara’s towering figure moved with a graceful rhythm, her dress shimmering under the strobe lights. Pete, despite being noticeably shorter, matched her step for step, his playful energy perfectly complementing her elegance. They danced close, the space between them disappearing as they moved to the beat, lost in the music and in each other.

They laughed, swayed, and occasionally leaned in close to share a few words that were lost in the noise but seemed to speak volumes. Between dances, they shared drinks at the bar, Pete making Chiara laugh with his witty remarks and Chiara teasing him about how he’d have to stand on a stool to keep up with her. It was clear that neither of them wanted the night to end.

As the hours passed, the crowd in the club thickened, but Pete and Chiara remained inseparable, moving seamlessly from the dance floor to their corner at the bar. For them, time seemed to blur; every glance and every touch felt electric, making the outside world fade into the background.

Eventually, the club started to wind down, and they decided to head out. Arm in arm, they made their way to the exit, still buzzing from the drinks and the thrill of the night. But as soon as they stepped outside, they were greeted by a swarm of paparazzi. Flashes went off like fireworks, and shouts from photographers filled the air.

“Pete! Over here!” one shouted. “Chiara, who’s your new friend?” another called out, the questions and flashes coming at them from all angles.

Chiara instinctively moved closer to Pete, her hand slipping into his as they tried to navigate through the frenzy. Pete, unfazed by the chaos, squeezed her hand reassuringly and flashed a grin for the cameras. Chiara, tall and poised even amidst the flashing lights, gave a coy smile, maintaining her composure as they pushed through the crowd.

Pete leaned in close, his voice just audible over the noise. “Guess we’re the new headline,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chiara laughed softly, glancing down at him. “Well, I guess they couldn’t resist the height difference,” she teased, playfully bumping her hip against his.

Finally breaking free from the paparazzi, they ducked into Pete’s waiting car, the door shutting out the flashes and chaos. As the car pulled away, Pete looked over at Chiara, still holding her hand.

“Quite the night, huh?” he said, his smile still bright.

Chiara nodded, her eyes meeting his with a look of amusement and something else, something warmer. “Yeah,” she agreed, “one for the books.”

♡ ○ (^з^)-☆ ○ ♡

As they drove off into the LA night, the city lights casting a soft glow through the car windows, Pete and Chiara couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something unexpectedly special.

As Pete’s car pulled up to Chiara’s apartment, the city was quieting down, the buzz of nightlife giving way to the early hours of morning. They sat for a moment, both reluctant to end the night. Chiara turned to Pete with a soft smile, her green eyes reflecting the faint city lights.

“Thanks for tonight, Pete. I had a great time,” she said sincerely.

Pete smirked, leaning back casually. “Anytime. I mean, who else could keep up with you on the dance floor?” he teased, his playful demeanor making her laugh.

Chiara unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned down towards Pete. Despite their difference in height, she moved gracefully, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tender.

Pete’s expression softened, his usual cocky smile replaced by something more genuine. “You know, I could stay a little longer,” he said, almost as if reading her thoughts.

Chiara hesitated for a second, but the connection between them felt undeniable. “You don’t have to leave,” she replied, her voice warm and inviting. “Why don’t you stay?”

Pete’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. They stepped out of the car, heading up to Chiara’s apartment. Once inside, the atmosphere was cozy and intimate, a contrast to the club's loud chaos. They kicked off their shoes and sank into the comfort of her living room.

What began as a casual nightcap turned into quiet moments of conversation, lingering glances, and shared laughter. Eventually, as the night stretched into early morning, they found themselves in her bedroom, where exhaustion and the comfortable warmth of each other’s presence pulled them into sleep.

When Chiara woke up the next morning, the sunlight was streaming softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She stirred gently, realizing Pete’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She turned her head slightly to find Pete still asleep beside her, his hair tousled and his expression peaceful. Chiara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the events of the previous night playing back in her mind.

For a moment, she simply watched him, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. As if sensing her gaze, Pete slowly blinked awake, a sleepy smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” Chiara replied softly, shifting slightly to face him better. They lay there for a few moments, wrapped in a comfortable silence, neither in a hurry to move. The world outside felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the cozy cocoon of the bed they were sharing.

Pete adjusted himself, pulling Chiara closer as he tucked his head against her shoulder, his arm draped lazily over her. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked with a yawn, his voice light and content.

Chiara shrugged, running her fingers gently through his hair. “Honestly? I’m in no rush to get up,” she admitted. “we could just stay here fora but .” she whispered as she placed her palm against his cheek

Pete chuckled softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed against her. “Yeah, I’m good with that,” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he settled back into the comfortable stillness.

They spent the morning cuddled up in bed, talking in hushed tones, occasionally drifting in and out of light sleep. It was easy, unpressured, and perfectly imperfect. They laughed at shared memories from the night before, made casual plans to hang out again, and enjoyed the simplicity of being in each other’s company without the spotlight of the outside world.

For Chiara and Pete, it was a rare, unexpected morning of tranquility—a sweet moment of connection that felt like the perfect ending to their night of adventure and the promising start of something new.

A: Pete, my beloved ♥️

Anyways, Chiara is a tall baddie, and Pete's a shirt king, I love them 💗

Wyd when 3/8 of the main cast shows up

Flip phones are so cuteee🍓!! I'd trade my phone for a flip phone any day fr

Like imagine girlblogging from one of these.. Sure it'd take an extra five hours but it would be so worth it

and also hanging up the phone is so cvnty when you do it with a flip phone

I want one so bad rn🍓

whatever genre of pictures is this >>