#early 2005

[90s-2000s-barbie]

April 22, 2005

[53v3nfrn5]

Apple: Customized iPod 5th Generation (2005)

[witchrealms]

(x)

[websuffering]

. . .

[look-its-elli]

I miss the 2000’s…

i’ll see you in my dreams.

[icyfetish]

Beyoncé, 2005

[heathledger]

Heath Ledger on Late Night with Conan O'Brien - August 19, 2005

[haevens-spear]

[funnyanimalarchives]

Califur 5

[billslittlebaby]

Keep going ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

made for female readers ! / warnings ; masturbation, pet names, moaning, groaning, ejaculation . \

Bill was sitting alone in his hotel room, watching a movie when he suddenly started to think about you. Since he hadn’t been around you or with you for a while, this was common. He decided to send you a text since you hadn’t spoken for a few days. Pausing the movie, he grabbed his phone and sent you a message that read, "Hey baby." It was something short and sweet.

About five minutes later, you responded with an excited tone. "HII!" Your message brought a small smile to his face before he replied, "How are you, pretty girl?"

"I'm okay! But I miss you :(" you texted back.

"I miss you too, baby. Can I call you?" he asked.

"Mhm!" you replied, waiting a few seconds before your ringtone started ringing. As you answered the phone, you heard some rustling on his end. You didn't mention it and spoke in your sweet, soft voice, "Hii."

Upon hearing your sweet voice, he replied, "Hello, baby, how are you?"

"I'm good!" you chirped cheerfully. Before he said anything else, he fiddled with his belt. Once it was undone, he pushed his pants down slightly and looked at his hardened cock through his boxers before pushing them down as well.

"Tell me about your day, baby… I want to hear your pretty voice," he said, his tone filled with eagerness.

“O-okay…” you replied, rambling about your day and filling him in on everything he had missed. In the middle of your story, you heard a few low groans.

“A-are you okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“I’m fine, baby, just keep talking for me…” he urged, his breathing quickening.

“O-okay…” you said, continuing with your story. After a while, you heard him let out louder moans.

“B-Bill…?” you asked, hesitantly again.

“Fuck… just keep speaking… I’m so close…” he said, and as the realization hit you that he was pleasuring himself, you complied and continued to speak.

With heavy breathing on his end, he finally let out a loud “FUCK” before his cum started dripping down his tip. He took a few deep breaths before speaking again, “Thank you, pretty girl. You did such a good job…”

You smiled at his words, feeling appreciated. “Y-you’re welcome…”

( sorry for this being short and lacking details this is my first ever fanfic, please let me know what I can do to write better next time thank you. This is also heavily inspired by a story on Wattpad I read a while back and a story @hockeymenarehot made ! not proof read )

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Burger King (November 11, 2005) 🍔 🍟

[fairy-godmom]

brittany murphy, 2005

[witchrealms]

(x)

[websuffering]

. . .

[19kaulitz89]

2005 the cutest <33

🧡❤️🧡

[supernatural-24]

People need to talk about how fucking funny Supernatural Season 1 is. Sam and Dean rock up to a smallfuck hillbilly town in the middle of nowhere where people are being viciously slaughtered by some unfathomable creature, in a sick as fuck vintage car with stolen license plates.

Then they rock up to the crime scene in their boots and zip up hoodies and brown leather jackets with their very obvious fake IDs and babyfaces all like “oh yeah we’re federal officers!” and the local cops are like “for sure, here’s everything you need to know on the case”. Then they’re chilling in some motel that looks like its been abandoned for like ten years and has been festering in a swamp since then, and Sam’s like “Dean what if it’s a *insert generic monster name here*” and Dean’s all “no way, it's definitely not *insert generic monster name here*. I actually don’t even know what we’re doing here, this definitely isn’t our type of problem, we’re supposed to be looking for Dad”.

Then this random hot girl’s brother or husband or boyfriend or cousin or best friend or something idfk gets slaughtered by the monster and Dean’s like “fuckgjhjajsifoa maybe it is a *insert generic monster name here*” and Sam’s like “well we all know the one way to kill a *insert generic monster name here*: silver bullet right in that mofo’s heart” .Then the hot girl goes “I’m sick of the cops in this town doing nothing about it! I’m going after it myself!” and Sam and Dean go “okay that’s chill whatever, but we'll come to cause we can protect you” and she’s like “I can look after myself thanks very much, I don’t need your protection”. Sure enough, she ends up needing their help, and they burst in the room or hotel or mansion or bridge or woods or something idfk guns blazing shooting everything. Then the *insert generic monster name here* fucking stabs Sammy and Dean’s like hyperventilating “no one beats the shit outta my brother but me!” BAM silver bullet right in that fucking abominations heart. Then Dean viciously makes out with the hot girl while Sam fucking bleeds out on the floor.

Then the next day they’re driving in the car together and Dean’s all “we should do this more often, you know saving people, hunting things, fucking bitches” and Sam’s all “I’m only in this to find Dad cause I gotta find that yellow eyed dickhead”. Then a closing shot of the Impala driving into the sunset with fucking Kansas playing the background. How did anyone take this show seriously back in 2005. How did it get renewed for another fourteen seasons. How did it become one of the most iconic series of all time. I am furiously making out with the cast and also stabbing the writers.