#O 2001

[thegirlsread]

so apparently all i needed to get back into reading was watching josh hartnett in o (2001)

#i’m literally about to buy a copy of othello on amazon #if this gets me to read shakespeare again so be it #o 2001 #othello #josh hartnett

[weloveyoubabygirl]

- Aaliyah, 2001

#aaliyah #wlybg #black femininity #melanin #wonderfulwoc #r&b #black women #r&b girls #r&b music #black beauty #blackgirlmagic #black girl magic #black girl icons #romeo must die #trish o' day #early 2000s #2001 #aaliyah icons #aaliyah haughton

[zegalba]

ISSEY MIYAKE: Tokujin Yoshioka 'O' Watch (2001).

Concept: Shape of Water—Transparent Time. The Name is “O” (eau) French for Water.

#ISSEY MIYAKE #Tokujin Yoshioka #o #watch #ray #water #transparent #y2k #japan #design #fashion #accessories #2001

[eliasdrid]

you don't like HAL 9000? [ ◉ |||]?

#2001 aso #HAL 9000 #% shitpost #% anyway to those wondering I AM a robot/ai enjoyer and ive been thinking about [ O |||] as a HAL emoji for days so this happened

[small-sinclair]

Little Lady

Young!Rusty Nail x college fem!reader

Rusty is the same age as reader (think 20-25).

I'll write a part 3 and that's going to be smutty/fluffy. Not profread!

Welcomed readers: @sketchy-rosewitch, @fluffy-little-demon, @poir0t-houck, @waxxl0ver, @crumb, @ninakuli, @whimsyvixen, @roadkillerx, @hope4rain19, @vicl0v3

Part 2 to Little Lady

He drove the through your college a couple times, and every time he saw you.

You would smile, wave, and he would pull over and hop out the cab to see you if he had time or if he didn’t have blood on his hands. Rusty would smile brightly and put out his cigarette so you didn’t smell like it. Someone as beautiful and young like you shouldn’t smell like smoke and dried blood. Mostly, he just liked seeing you, his little lady, and hearing how school was.

At first, he didn’t care about your schooling and your dreams, but he had a change of heart when you showed off your fashion designs in your sketch book one day. And the way you lit up about you passing a hard test? He want to bottle it up and put it in his pocket. Everything from your laughter to your smile made him want you more. But it was the way you said his name when you saw him and he slowed down; so nice and light… Rusty would run every red light to hear you whisper his name. Even on those cold and lonely nights, he hears your voice and sees your eyes in the stars.

When he looks down at the reflection of his victim’s blood, he could see you by his side with your eyes closed.

And you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the young truck driver. He was always so nice to you, and he would bring you sweet treats from a place he’s been or a sweatshirt. His hands were rough and callous already for being in his young twenties, but you couldn’t help but ache to hold his hand. Whatever was in the glimmer of his eyes and light in his voice, you almost felt at home with him.

When he came to town and drove on the main road pass your class, he came in a different truck. A faded, one-seated, red pickup truck with rust around the rims. The back window had a large crack from the passenger side to the center, and there was a bumper sized dent on the tailgate on the driver side. He was parked on the side of the road as you came out of the building, snow gathering to the side of the walkway.

He was leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoke curled around his head like a broken halo as he blew up into the air. When his eyes landed on you, he quickly put the cigarette out with his boot and straightened himself up as if he was about to meet a queen.

“Afternoon, little lady,” he greeted with a big smile. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. “It’s a bit late, ya know? With winter and all, sun goes down.”

You hugged your coat closer and your backpack, that hung from your hip with a star key chain he gave you, came tighter. “There’s supposed to be a winter storm tonight, too,” you hummed. You looked at him up and down. “Where’s your truck?”

He gave a soft grin and chuckled. “Got the next two weeks off, doll.” He looked down the road then back at you. “Decided to visit you for the weekend if that’s okay?”

He earned a little laugh from you as you stepped closer to him. “I don’t mind, Rusty. Besides, I feel better seeing you now; it wasn’t the best day.”

He lifted a brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just want to go home, really,” you answered, a tried smile forming on your lips. “I’m tired, Rusty.”

Your defeated voice my his heart ache for a moment. He licked his lips quickly then asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?”

You thought for a moment. How well did you really know him? Sure, he would stop sometimes, pull over, and have you hop in for a drive or to take you to the diner off campus if it was really late. You yeah, he would hang out with you, talk to you, let you sleep on his should when you got sleepy, and listen to your week like you would for him. But he never really told you much about his life. He knows about your family and your golf fish, Larry, but you don’t even know if he has a house or a shed!

You didn’t know if you should let him take you home, but it is getting darker and colder…

You came from your thoughts when a sudden blast of cold wind hits your back. Before you could even bundle up, Rusty took you in his arms and hid your face in his chest as the wind picked up. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as snow hit his body, and he shivered as it went down his shirt. He remembered what his aching arms are for when he shields your from the blast of snow and wind as he tucked your head under his chin. He was cold, yes; but he felt your warmth and smelt your sweet cherry scent in the cold air. You are worth getting cold for.

When the wind died down for a moment, he already made his mind up. “I’m taking you home,” he says in the fabric of your winter hat. “It’s too damn cold for ya ta’walk.” Without you protesting or even thinking about having a say, he pushes you to his truck and got you in.

You slid from the driver side to the passenger side easily as he followed in. He started the engine and turned the heater up. He leaned back in his seat then glanced at you. The light snow in his hair and on his eye lashes made him look like a wolf hunting in the winter. If that’s the case, then you might as well be the rabbit.

As the heat circled the truck, he buckled up, looked both ways, and pulled out into the road. “Wanna get food first before I drop you off?”

You buckled yourself up at the stoplight. “I have food in the slow cooker,” you glanced at him then at the snow coming down. “Bet you hadn’t had a good home meal in a while, huh?”

Rusty’s thumb taped on the wheel in thought. “It’s been a while, yeah,” the truck moved forward, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“It’ll be nice not to eat by myself tonight,” you answered. “Besides, I have beef and noodles cooking. Larry can’t have that.”

“Gotta keep that fish happy,” he answered. “But if we fed him gold fish crackers…”

“Cannibalism.”

He snorted out a laugh. “It’s crackers!”

“In the shape of a fish, Rusty!” You protested, giving him an offended look before laughing to yourself.

The snow flakes were starting to fall fast and grew bigger. Rusty glances at you then the road. His smile was warm and serene. “Whatever you say, doll.”

***********

After a missed turn and a quick stop for gas and soda, he parked in front of your apartment. it wasn't too big, only being three stories tall, but it wasn't too small, either. It was close to campus, but it was still far from your college class rooms.

"I live in the basement," you said, pointed at a window that was ground level. "It's a studio, so it's small."

Rusty shrugged as he closed the car door. "Big enough for two people, right?"

"Big enough for two people plus a fish," you answered. "I live on the quiet side of college. Nothing happens around here besides hearing the train at night."

Rusty closed the door tight and followed you down the five steps to the basement. Across from your apartment was the laundry room; no neighbors to say hello or to bother you. As much as Rusty was glad that he got you all to himself, he didn't like that you were alone when you came back from a long day. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember you telling him about your friends. He only knew that your family was three hours away and hardly visit.

When you opened the door to your apartment, he could help but marvel at your room. You apartment was lit by soft yellow and white Christmas tree lights, giving it a warm feeling, and it was clean. You had a couch with pillows, a little coffee table, and a bookshelf in a corner by the kitchen. To the left, your bed was neatly made with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and his sweatshirt you stole laid with your p.j. pants. There was a desk with a photo of your family, and Larry's fish bowl was on the dresser. He had a little castle and a dragon skull in the tank and Larry was a fat fish that swam peacefully and carelessly around. When he looked up, he saw printed pictures of you and him taped to the wall, but one photo of him by his truck was in a little circle frame that said "Bless the 18 Wheeler" at the bottom. When he looked closer, he could make out faded lips on his face; your lips.

He looked back at you as you entered the kitchen and pulled down some bowls and cups. "You didn't have to put me in a frame, y/n."

"I know," you answered as you fixed him a bowl of noodles from your slow cooker. "But I did. You're the first person I see in the morning." You exited the kitchen and placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I think you look cute in that photo, too."

"Cute?" He asked. "I ain't cute."

You rolled your eyes as you patted the seat next to you on the couch for him to join you. "I know, I know. You're a big, strong, tough truck driver."

He hung his jacket on the back of your computer chair then sat next to you. His dark brown plaid he normally wears was warn and still dirty. Rusty took the bowl and started eating. "Don't you forget it," he said with a mouthful of noodles. His eyes rolled back at the taste and he started wolfing down his meal. It's been so long since Rusty had a good meal like this. He's so used to gas station food and microwaved food that he forgot was a home meal tasted like. Best of all, it was made by your hands and love.

You ate with him and felt happy. You and Larry weren't alone tonight during the snow storm. Some was with you to keep you warm for the weekend.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked as you brought him another bowl.

He looked out the window at the big snowflakes and watched how fast they were falling. "You sure? I don't wanna intrude."

"I don't mind. Besides," you nodded at his truck. "You're already snowed in, the motels are probly full with other travelers, and the roads were already covered in black ice when you came down," swallowed a spoonful of noodles. "I feel safer with you here than driving in this weather. I have plenty of blankets and pillows for you to use, too."

Rusty acted like he was thinking, but he already had his mind made up. he was going to stay no matter if you said no or didn't ask. He was going to have you for himself tonight even if you like it or not. This is what he was looking forward to ever since he laid eyes on you, but why did he feel disgusted with himself when he looked at your sweet smile? Why did he feel sick when his lustful desires took over and his mind raced with images of you pinned to the bed, begging him to stop fucking you so rough? His stomach turned when his own actions and sinful wishes took over; he couldn't do that to you. He realizes that now. All he want so do is hold his little lady tonight and keep her warm through the winter storm.

"Alright," he said in a low voice. "I'll stay with you, little lady."

#rusty nail fanfic #rusty nail x y/n #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #joyride fanfiction #joyride 2013 #joyride 2001 #joyride 2008 #slasher fics #slasher fanfic #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slasher x you

[tumatawa]

My old Tezuka phase is crawling back to me...

#metropolis #metropolis 2001 #kenichi shikishima #tima metropolis #tumatawart #Wah. Rewatched the movie and forgot how strongly I felt about the characters and its consumed my thoughts for the past 2 months #So many roadbumps but strangely enough I happily persevered. I like to think 12 y/o Jun probably liked it so much he began to guide my hand #If there is someone out there who is even vaguely aware what the first two scenes are referencing I'll transform into 5 horses and scatter #Okay thats enough tags. Woah

[idridian]

rewatching glass onion (2022) on this fine evening - as one does - and i cannot fucking BELIEVE that i didn't notice this the first time i saw the film sdhgsjhdg

(reason no. 74238 to hate miles bron: the fact that he ignores blanc's dorky-ass space odyssey reference)

#ramblings o' mine #2001 a space odyssey #glass onion #knives out #excuse the bad screenshots. i would've posted a clip but i couldn't get a file of the film without the download constantly failing on me #which is a shame bc daniel craig's accent truly elevates the line lol

[phantom-rats]

HAL, show me James Webb pictures please :]

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A drawing of HAL9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey, surrounded by three screens on each side of him. The screens all display different images taken by the James Webb Telescope. The background is dark, with the screens being haloed by pale blue light, and HAL’s lens having a faint red glow. 

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#hal9000 #hal 9000 #2001 a space odyssey #2001 aso #space odyssey #james webb space telescope #james webb images #james webb photos #digital art #digital aritst #f/o art #fictional other

[bestanimatedmovie]

Choose your favorite!

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What fans say:

Metropolis:

Beautifully animated with surprisingly smooth integration of both 2D cel animation and 3D CG environmental aspects, Metropolis is so clearly a labor of love — not only to the source material that it takes its plot from (the 1949 manga of the same name), but to Tezuka’s work in general — it features characters featured in plenty of his other work and there are plenty of references for fans to catch, but it’s also plenty enjoyable with no knowledge of anything he’s ever written. The jazzy soundtrack is immaculate, the character animation especially is top notch, the backgrounds are beautifully illustrated, and its writing and themes of transhumanism run deep especially for a movie with such a short runtime.

Whisper of the Heart:

Whisper of the Heart is my favourite Ghibli movie, partly due to the adorable romance, but mostly because of it's excellent portrayal of how it feels to be a writer, especially early in the journey/as a teen. Also it just has such comfy vibes.

#Metropolis #Metropolis 2001 #メトロポリス #Metoroporisu #Whisper of the Heart #耳をすませば #Mimi o Sumaseba #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

[dethkrypt]

⟡ type o negative × live NYC, life halloween 1998 ( photoset from typeonegative.net 2001 )

#png #jpg #type o negative #typeonegative.net #metal #metalhead #gothic metal #old web #1998 #2001 #peter steele #kenny hickey #johnny kelly #josh silver #photoshoots #photo stills #live shows #concerts

[marinerainbow]

Oooh, adding on to @wheezystan 's (excellent!) question- would your F/O's be dressing up for Halloween? ^^

Ohhhh I love this!

It's hard to say, honestly. They all could go as themselves, honestly! Except maybe Jerry since he's the most normal looking out of them all, unless he gets in a frenzy. I can definitely see Tiffany getting dressed up, and doing Halloween things with the twins ^^ though before they were involved she'd probably go out to a bar, or with Chucky. And after the twins moved out, Tiffany maybe threw halloween parties as Jennifer Tilly? But she's still at home. And maybe sometimes she'd prefer a quiet night at home. And Audrey... Well, they can't really go anywhere as a giant plant. Neither can Scroop, not that he wants to go anywhere XD so Tiffany, Scroop, and Audrey can be the 'at home celebrators' of my F/O's. (Just like how I like to celebrate XD)

Russ and Jerry are definitely the ones that want to go out to clubs. They both can better blend in with the spooky atmosphere! I can see Russ absolutely taking over the stage just like the Sanderson Sisters did in Hocus Pocus, while Jerry is scoping for his/their new victim. Maybe they can convince Harper to come along and really make it a party? (The only party I want to be in the middle of. Ok bye-)

The Hessian is not with either group though. He's stalking the whole city, enjoying the night air with his horse ^^ and if he's missing his head, he'd still blend in with the crowd! Though hopefully nobody tries to bother him while he's out. (ohhhhh another great way to celebrate Halloween... Even if I'm kinda scared of horses 😅 hopefully he won't mind me being skittish?)

I'm sorry, I know this was an ask about whether or not they'd wear costumes 😅 I can see Tiffany, Russ, and maaaaybe Jerry and Audrey dressing up? (Jerry dresses up in charming costumes, though). The others? They'd probably be mistaken for costumes themselves XD though they probably wouldn't dress up.

Thank you for this ask! How do your F/O's celebrate Halloween? Do they dress up? (Well, i guess except Otis. We all know what he does- we don't need to be traumatized again 😅)

#asks #Holiday Asks #my F/O #Tiffany Valentine #Chucky Franchise #Harper Alexander #2001 Maniacs #Audrey II #little shop of horrors #jerry dandridge #Fright Night #the Hessian #Sleep Hollow #horror movies #slashers #Mr. Scroop #Treasure Planet #disney #Disney Villains #Driller Killer #The Slumber Party Massacre franchise

[girlbyherself]

me rewatching this skit for the hundredth time this week

#jackass #johnny knoxville #mtv #2001 #spermathon #steve o #chris pontius #ryan dunn #bam margera #ehren mcghehey #dave england #jeff tremaine #justagirlnotagod posts

[captainspaulding]

i dont think i ever posted jack and mine's signed special edition maniacs comic. 2 robert englund signatures.

#it also has the signed poster too as you can see i just didnt wanna unfold it lol #we're getting a signed dvd copy soon. this is a flex to no one ever but im still showing yall regardless #i also just bought two fangoria issues that feature maniacs :o) they should arrive this weekend #captain's log #2001 maniacs #mayor buckman #robert englund #<- i want the robert fans to see this.

[small-sinclair]

Will u make a pt2 of the little lady?

A snippet of it:

*********

“You can spend the night here with me if you want,” you offered. “I know the motel is booked because of the college game and such.”

Rusty raised his brow. “Are you sure, darlin’? I don’t wanna intrude.” As much as he like you offer to say, he still had to ask. He’s a gentleman after all, and his mother raised him better.

You smiled at the young driver. “Not at all! Besides,” you nodded up at the dark clouds behind yourself then back at his rig, which was being towed to the mechanic shop, “I don’t think the shop lets trucker spend the night in their waiting room.”

Rusty acted like he was thinking it over even though his mind was made up. He had to have you. It’s not a need; it’s a must. However, his thoughts changed from just a good fuck to wanting you to come with him on journeys and drives. Part of him wanted to see you graduate college and settle down with you. That sounded…

It sounded perfect.

“Okay, little lady,” he said. “Lead the way home.”

#rusty nail joyride #rusty nail fanfic #rusty nail x y/n #rusty nail x reader #joyride 2008 #joyride 2001 #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x s/o #slasher fics #slasher imagines #cliff answer #Cliff answers

[byelair]

mike and will going to see the fellowship of the ring on opening night <33 its a movie date just like old times but this time they hold hands and share a large coke and kiss in the back of the theater like they’re teenagers again <33

#2001 they were camping out for that film tell me im wrong #they point to sam and frodo being gay and theyre like :o thats us !! #byler

[idridian]

the thing about mr sir arthur c. clarke is that his novels are like 95% sci-fi and futurism and philosophy and space travel and ruminations on the nature of man and the universe and technology and progress and what have you

but then the other 5% is him sitting you down at a table in a bare room illuminated by a single lightbulb, taking the seat across from you and saying, "ok, now HERE'S a bunch of weird shit that i'm horny about." and you just kind of have to live with that

#ramblings o' mine #2001 a space odyssey #arthur c clarke #space odyssey series #i have so many nickels and i hate every single one of them