#year: 2003

[danilovefest]

Dani is helped onto his bike for a photo session, Valencia, 2003

#dani pedrosa #theme: 125cc #theme: injury #media: image #year: 2003 #injury #danilovefest

[on-this-day-btvs]

March 19, 2003

Orpheus aired for ATS season 4, episode 15. Fred awkwardly flirts with Willow but Willow does not flirt back, mentioning she is dating someone back in Sunnydale [Kennedy].

This episode includes the last ATS appearances by Willow and Faith. This is the third ATS appearance by Willow, her others are in S2. This concludes Faith's three-episode ATS "redemption arc", her other appearances are in S1 and S2. Faith appears in six total episodes of ATS.

Willow is played by Alyson Hannigan. Wesley is played by Alexis Denisof. At the time of filming, Alyson was engaged to now-husband Alexis.

The shooter in the 1970s mind walk diner scene was played by Nate Dushku, who is Eliza Dushku's brother. This is Nate's only appearance in the Buffyverse.

#ats #ep: 4x15 orpheus #willow rosenberg #faith lehane #wesley wyndham pryce #winifred burkle #angel #eliza dushku #alyson hannigan #alexis denisof #alyson x alexis #nate dushku #fred x willow #frillow #once again #really not sure about these shipnames #month: march #date: 19 #year: 2003 #it feels weird to tag alyson and alexis

[elvismentions]

"Suspicious Minds" by Elvis Presley as featured in Intolerable Cruelty (2003) dir. Ethan Coen

#elvismentions #elvis presley #elvis songs #elvis #intolerable cruelty #ethan coen #george clooney #movie #2000s #year: 2003 #video

[motownfiction]

one year after the accident

One year after the accident, Lucy still can’t even think about Cherries Jubilee at Baskin-Robbins. It’s not that she’s ever actually eaten it. As a matter of fact, she’s not sure she’s ever known anyone who’s eaten it. It’s just that whenever she would go into the Baskin-Robbins down on the corner with Sam, they’d make jokes about “obviously getting a scoop of Cherries Jubilee.” The joke began sometime in the ninth grade, when Lucy was going through a phase, trying to find the most unique names for a baby girl in her future. How insightful of her, really. When she read Cherries Jubilee on one of the ice cream tubs, she thought one of those would make a great name. Probably Jubilee. She made the mistake of saying it loud, and Sam – never one to miss a beat – immediately said, “Why not both?” Thankfully, Lucy laughed, and it spiraled into a joke that lasted until the day he died. No one else was ever really in on it. That’s what made it special. Lucy and her friend of distinction.

One year after the accident, Lucy can’t think about “Angel Baby” without remembering that time at her parents’ Fourth of July barbecue. It was the summer between ninth and tenth grade, right after she got the guts to tell Sadie that she was in love with Will. But she didn’t need to admit to Sam. Sam understood everybody. The minute that strange song by Rosie & the Originals began to play from the Callaghans’ turntable, Sam knew what was going on. Will didn’t. He was minding his own business, eating a hot dog, assuming that Lucy could never do something romantic for him, not after all this time. But Sam knew. He sprung into action, spilling some of his Coke on the vinyl tablecloth, and met Lucy in the middle of the driveway for a slow dance. He sang the song in a high falsetto because of course he knew all the words to it. He said they’d make Will jealous. Lucy laughs now, thinking Sam must have wanted to make Will jealous of Lucy, too. Maybe. What a sweetie he was, even then. Especially then.

One year after the accident, Lucy tells herself that she doesn’t have the right to miss Sam. Sure, they had a few special moments, but everyone else in her life was closer to him. Sure, they loved each other as friends, but that’s not the same as losing a son, a brother, an in-law, a godfather, a best friend whom you’ve loved even longer than the wife you’ve known since first grade. None of those people want to see her grieve for him. She’d be making it about herself. It’s not that she didn’t lose Sam. It’s that the people she loves lost him more.

One year after the accident, Lucy tries to pretend like there isn’t a hole in her heart … like her soul doesn’t scratch like a record after it’s been left on the wrong side too long. One year after the accident, she doesn’t even think about whether she should be feeling any way else. That’s just not what you do.

It’s not what you do.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 6!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: sam doyle #dynamic: friends of distinction #year: 1982 #year: 2003

[pandorastower]

Art by: 神崎みとき

#site: jfk! #artist: miki kanzaki #guilty gear #may (guilty gear) #dizzy (guilty gear) #year: 2003

[irishhills]

rumored lover

Amy still remembers all the things people would say about her rumored lover. Some people said he was a professional baseball player from one of those cities on the Coast. They never said which coast, but folks would nod like they completely understood. Some people swore it was Emmett Mulaney cheating on his wife, Bridget, just like he’d cheated on Amy with Bridget when they were in the tenth grade. Some people said her lover was Tom Cruise. Amy’s still not sure how that one got started, but all these years later, it still makes her laugh. Imagine her with Jerry Maguire. It could never be.

She’s still the only one who knows the identity of Poppy’s father. Maybe one day, she’ll tell people. Starting with Poppy, of course. But at four years old, she’s still not very interested in the idea that she might have a dad. Mommy is enough. They go to see Aunt Jane at the museum, they swim in Uncle Luke and Aunt Eliza’s pool, and they call Uncle Chris and Aunt Blair to tease them about living in Milwaukee.

Amy almost wishes one of those rumors were true. She almost wishes she would have told people who Poppy’s father was. But she kind of liked the way it rocked people’s worlds. Not her mother’s, of course. Mom’s far too liberated to freak out about her daughter getting pregnant by an anonymous body. But her grandparents, cousins, colleagues … people like that. It was like they’d never heard of anyone getting pregnant out of wedlock before. It was like they completely forgot about the way Chris was conceived. Bullshit, honestly.

But Amy loves being a scandal. It gives her … life, like she’s made of glitter and glue. She loves being the talk of the town, and she loves when people assume she’s bad. It just gives her every excuse to play into it, to fuck up, to give the people what they want. And people want to see homecoming queens fall hard.

They don’t need to know that Poppy’s biological father is some art historian that Amy met during one of Jane’s exhibits in Detroit. They don’t need to know that their first and only date was a long drive to the Toledo Museum of Art because he wanted to show her Oath of the Horatii. They don’t need to know that Amy was actually impressed, which was why she took him home … which was why she wound up pregnant before she even knew it. They don’t need to know that he just went back to his life in Chicago. Not with animosity. Just with ignorance.

Amy didn’t want to blow up his life. But more than that, she didn’t want to blow up her own. What was she going to do? Risk everything for some guy and one date? No. She’d been that girl dreaming of one love for too long. She wasn’t going to rope a stranger back into her life. She already had one stranger coming into it.

But she still lets people whisper about her rumored lover.

It’s a good time, really, when she thinks about it.

(part of @nosebleedclub march challenge -- day 11!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: amy egan #year: 1998 #year: 2003

[wonderfultoweird]

MAG 88: Dig

Daisy is missing??!?

Dude that is disgusting a cool watch is absolutely not worth a dead hand

Of course this guy dug up a book of COURSEE it was

and it was of course a leitner

just Dig.

The dead guy dug himself in the beach and then died from digging so deep and this guy has zero perception of that being a bit concerning??

Wait until this guy finds out about construction shovels this guy is about to lose his mind

MY MAN IS DIGGING THROUGH PEOPLE TOO

Martin is Very Stressed

oh god this conversation is very stilted and awkward

Poor melanie she must feel so alone

Oh lovely, the calliope organ is missing

#Enrique MacMillan #Mag 88 #year: 2003 #basira hussain #martin blackwood #melanie king #mentioned: #Daisy Tonner #leitner books #tma liveblog #tma lb #the magnus archives

[hawthorneheightsunofficial]

Very early Hawthorne Heights pic

#jt's haircut is a crime #hawthorne heights #casey calvert #eron bucciarelli #matt ridenour #jt woodruff #micah carli #year: 2003 #most probably

[danilovefest]

125cc World Champion Dani takes a victory lap supported by residents and neighbors from his hometown Castellar del Vallés behind him.

#SO sweet #dani pedrosa #danilovefest #theme: 125cc #media: image #year: 2003 #this is what waru 42bakery was referring to i think but i dont know where exactly it was held #he grew up in a tiny tiny city eh

[on-this-day-btvs]

March 25, 2003

Lies My Parents Told Me aired for BTVS season 7, episode 17. In the Buffyverse timeline, these events should have occurred just before ATS episode Orpheus. However Lies My Parents Told Me aired one week later than planned. (*)

You can tell the intended Buffyverse timeline because in Lies Willow gets a phone call from Fred and heads to L.A. And in Orpheus Willow appears in L.A.

This was the last BTVS appearance of Drusilla, played by Juliet Landau. This was also the last appearance of Nikki Wood, and the second appearance of Nikki played by K.D. Aubert.

(* longer mod note below) According to wikipedia: "It [Lies] was originally intended to air on March 18, 2003, a day before the Orpheus, but was postponed due to the start of the Iraq War." The show was airing Tuesday night so this makes some sense. However, war criminal and President George W Bush made his infamous 13 minute speech on March 19, not March 18.

(mod note: So many US war criminals started this war and have faced zero real consequences, but that's not the point of this sideblog. Fuck US imperialism, in 2003 and today.)

#btvs #ep: 7x17 lies my parents told me #drusilla #willow rosenberg #nikki wood #kd aubert #USA politics #Iraq War #month: march #date: 25 #year: 2003

[motownfiction]

say what you mean

Steph meets a woman at the DIA about a month after Sam’s funeral. They meet at the Edgar Degas exhibit, which Steph becomes obsessed with the first time she walks through it. Something about the ballet dancers makes her feel beautiful. Something about the woman who always seems to be here at the same time makes her feel beautiful, too.

Turns out she works at the DIA, and she helped put the exhibit together. Her name is Jane, and she has a master’s degree in Art History from State. Steph wonders how they could have possibly missed each other on campus until she realizes Jane is nine years younger than she is. She’s not sure if Jane seems older, or if she hasn’t grown up herself. At any rate, Steph doesn’t hesitate before asking if she can take her to TJ’s for lunch. She doesn’t hesitate before recommending the Carlotta Chocolatta Ice Cream Cheesecake, and she doesn’t hesitate before paying the entire bill. She doesn’t cringe when Jane sings “Lady Marmalade,” and she doesn’t cringe when Jane asks if she can kiss her in the car.

It’s been three months since that day. Steph and Jane wouldn’t exactly call themselves girlfriends, as Steph is a little worried about dating someone almost a full decade younger. Jane assures her it’s nothing. She’s twenty-six, holds a master’s degree, and has lived on her own since she was eighteen.

Depending on your definition of alone, she usually says, and Steph knows what she means.

Doesn’t stop them from spending as much time together as they can. Steph has never known another bisexual woman before. Lesbians, sure. Jill, Katie, probably more whose names she can’t rattle off so easily. But Jane is so easy to talk to. Steph never feels guilty when she has to talk about Sam, and she’s never put off when Jane mentions an ex-boyfriend. There’s something there – something Steph doesn’t think she’s ever felt with anyone else. It might not be that kind of passionate romantic love, but whatever it is, she enjoys it.

Jane, on the other hand, seems like she’s growing cold.

They lie in bed together on a Friday night, and Jane asks the dreaded question.

Where is this going?

Steph exhales, wishing she could sink into the pillows beneath her head and disappear.

“Jane,” she says slowly, sounding too much like the kind of person she hates, especially in bed, “we’ve talked about this. My ex died four months ago. It’s weird for me to think about dating someone else full time.”

“But we see each other almost everyday,” Jane says. “And you know the age difference doesn’t matter. I’m not a kid.”

“I know you’re not a kid. I’m not a kid, either. It’s just … with Sam …”

“Who dumped you in 1985.”

Steph’s heart stops. She pulls the comforter closer to her chin. Sometimes, she forgets how long ago 1985 actually was. She had just turned eighteen then. She’ll be thirty-six in the summer. How has she changed? How is she any different? She is still a pitiful little girl, waiting by the phone for Sam to ring, and he’s dead.

Jane does not deserve this. She’s a woman, and she deserves better. So, Steph tells her that. Jane just snorts.

“Say what you mean,” Jane says. “Say you don’t want to be with me.”

“Jane.”

“That’s not what I asked for.”

Steph wants to tell her so many things. About how she wants to be with her, about how she thinks she could love her, about how she’s the only thing that makes her laugh in this world where laughing feels unfair. Steph wants to tell Jane to stay.

But she doesn’t.

And when she wakes up and goes, she won’t come back.

She shouldn’t.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 11!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: steph armstrong #ch: jane egan #year: 2003

[old-evanescence]

Evanescence on the French magazine Hard N' Heavy, 2003

#evanescence #amy lee #nu metal #early 2000s #2000s #2000s nostalgia #goth #2000s emo #oldschool #2000 #magazine #2003 #20 years of fallen #fallen20 #fallen era #fallen #gothic rock #alt rock #french #old school #old magazines #photos #photoshoot #fallen photoshoot #ben moody

[sophsun1]

I ain't gonna kill you, but by the time I'm finished with you, you gonna wish you was dead.

Holes (2003) dir. Andrew Davis

#holes 2003 #fyeahmovies #junkfooddaily #dailyflicks #userstream #filmtvtoday #cinematv #smallscreensource #userrobin #userdiana #usermandie #nessa007 #underbetelgeuse #filmedit #filmgifs #ladiesofcinema #femaledaily #userladiesblr #dailytvwomen #im so in love with her in this film #i rewatched it two days ago after years

[hawthorneheightsunofficial]

Hawthorne Heights performing on someone's porch sometime in 2003

#micah carli #jt woodruff #micah's blue guitar #IT DESERVES ITS OWN TAG! #the red gibson sg #gig pictures #year: 2003

[takkytakk]

wasn’t expecting it at all

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #michaelangelo #donatello #leonardo #raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #my edits #hadn't watched any tmnt related stuff in over 11 years #that rottmnt movie gave me turtle brain worms #shout out to all my 30 somethings!! #we do be going through it

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

#and there was only one bed #oh nooo what ever shall they doooo #be pleasantly surprised by the company of the other in that bed 😏 #that’s what #also ps i looked it up so it’s accurate #gencon is the dnd convention and between 1985 and 2003 it was held in milwaukee #about 4 hours from indianapolis #so +2 hours for hypothetical additional time from hawkins #in my head this is a trip just before school starts in 1985 since gen con was aug 22-25 that year #dw about the logistics of the party’s parents letting them go lmao #maybe the party meet eddie at a the local game store and somehow convince steve and their parents to let them go before the year starts #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #st ficlet #steddie ficlet #noelle writes