#I love Vietnam

[cardboardcheese]

hes vietnamese in my heart

[xxizzywizzyxx]

Also, House of Sticks by Ly Tran is everything to me.

[morganbritton132]

I made this post earlier today where teeny tiny Steve mentioned that his Grandpa Otis taught him ninja moves over spring break.

I’m just imaging that this man who fought in Iwo Jima (according to Steve’s college essay) was enjoying his day when his grandson gets dropped off holding a movie about ninja that is completely in Japanese like that wouldn’t potentially trigger his PTSD.

And you know, Otis watches the movie and he mimics some of the moves when he ‘teaches’ them to Steve. He even names the moves after the few Japanese words he’d picked up during the war.

Why did he do this? Because he loves his grandson and his grandson is obsessed with ninjas.

Richard Harrington would never.

[tejennnn]

Today is ASEAN day so I doodled my random observation about Southeast Asian* 🇸🇬🇲🇾🇹🇭🇵🇭 snacks and drinks in Indonesian 🇮🇩 minimarkets!

*Except Vi sorry because Vietnamese & other SEA countries snacks aren't available in common Indonesian minimarkets 😭

Details of each country are under cut:

Singapore 🇸🇬: Yeo Hiap Seng (Yeo’s) drinks and Nissin x Irvins cup noodle

Malaysia 🇲🇾 : F&N (Singaporean brand but widely available in Malaysia) Sarsi, Smax & Mister Potato (under Mamee brand)

Thailand 🇹🇭: Krating Daeng energy drink & Tao Kae Noi seaweed

Philippines 🇵🇭 : Oishi snacks!

[gelthefunkyblob]

happy international womens day 😁😁I made ASEAN all women

Mainland sea

And quick lazy sketches of maritime sea, it was supposed to be an only mainland thing but I wanted to at least do something for maritime too💔

I guess you can tell which group is the favourite LMAO well I am a mainlander so..

[housecow]

Do you like history? 🙈

don’t hate me for this but. not really 🫣 my interest in human history stops at about the fall of rome lol

UNLESS we’re talking pre-columbian contact in the americas. i fucking love maya history

[altcvnningham]

hey guys do you think some of bell’s “favourite” songs are actually just adler’s or

[joongdunking]

Since when does Dunk says good night in his comments.....

And saying the I in front of love you makes it crazier?????

When we all know these voice messages aren't for us???

[piripiip]

“I love your art style!!”

Literally my art style:

[vaultedoverthehorse]

CherryCola fic inspired by @damthosefandoms ‘s post!!! this is my first time ever writing a fic, so any advice is appreciated!!

Cherry Valance was sitting and watching the sunset from the perch by her window. Her gaze lingered on the way the leaves seemed to look gold as the beams of light hit them. Ponyboy Curtis would have loved this if he was here. In her opinion, this was the best spot to see the sunset in the entirety of Tulsa.

She liked to sit up here and think. She usually does so when she’s overwhelmed, but recently this has been her only solace. With the war overseas, she feels as if all the peace in her life has been uprooted. Boys from her city were being sent over there to…she doesn’t like to think about it. She’s seen the families morning lost brothers and sons. It makes her feel sick.

A soft tap at her door snapped her out of her thoughts. Cherry turned as the door opened, revealing her mother. There was a package in her hands.

“Darling, someone sent this to you. Someone named Sodapop..?” Her mother said, her voice light and cautious, yet slightly judgmental.

Cherry felt her breath catch as she heard his name. Why was he writing to her? She remembered briefly overhearing that he was drafted, but she never expected him to send her of all people a package. Why wouldn’t this go to his brothers? Her heart started racing uncontrollably. That was a feeling she hasn’t felt since her sophomore year of high school.

“Sherry, do you know him?” Her mother asks. There’s a slight tone of distaste in her voice - which makes sense for her, as she disliked the idea of her daughter being with a greaser.

“Oh, sort of. I mean, he was a classmate.” Cherry brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “I never really talked to him much.” She dreaded the way her mother spoke, and the way she looked at her. The disapproval was evident.

Her mother looked at her with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “Alright, well…I’ll just leave this here.” Her mother placed the small box on Cherry’s dresser and sent her daughter another look before leaving. Cherry understood why she wouldn’t believe her - she hardly believed it herself. Why would he want to send her something?

She just sat for a moment. She wasn’t upset like she should be - why is a greaser writing to a soc girl? - instead, she felt more confused and…longing, almost. Finally she gathered the courage to stand up.

She carefully crossed the room and took the package into her hands. It was slightly heavier than she expected. What could be in here? She sat on her bed, keeping it on her lap for a long moment. She just stared at it, a million thoughts racing through her brain. Almost too many to decipher.

Finally, with the dying light cascading through her window, she opened the box. Inside was a folded piece of paper and a small Bible. The sunlight caused the gilded pages of the book to shine. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she questioned again why she wouldn’t believe be sent this. She pulled out the piece of paper, carefully unfolding it. She scanned the words quickly, taking in the shaky handwriting - which made her smile, as she recognized it immediately as his - before she started to read.

Cherry,

Hey, how ya been?. I bet youre shocked. Im shocked too. I said id never write to someone again, at least till I knew I was heading home. But I saw something out here that reminded me of you. I put it in the Bible to keep it safe so you could see it. It really kept me going out here when it was really bad. I get why ya dont like fights now. Theres no point to all this. It’s just pain and hurt for no reason. Back in Tulsa things were simpler and fights didnt mean much. Now its just plain bad. I miss being a kid. I miss first grade before all this mattered because I knew you. I miss you Cherry. Ive missed you for a while, not just while Im here. I miss you helping me with school and me drawing you horses. I just wanted that again. I found myself looking for traces of you everywhere. Even in Tulsa girls. Theres a nurse here who reminds me of you. Shes the nicest one.

Dont tell my brothers or anyone I wrote to you. I havent been able to send them anything for a while because I dont wanna give them hope. I love them too much for that, ya know? And I wouldnt put you through this either but you get it. You know it dont mean im okay. I just wanted you know how much youve helped me since i met ya. I dont know you well these days but you mean a lot to me. I hope if I come back I can see you again.

Sodapop Curtis

Cherry felt a lump in her throat as she held the letter in her hands. Soda…he may not know how to write correctly, but he sure did know how to express what he wanted to. She reread the letter, wiping her eyes while she did so. The paper felt comforting in her hands. Like she was holding a piece of him.

Gently folding the letter back up, she placed to the side so she could grab the small Bible. Holding it carefully, as if it were a baby, she flipped through until she saw what he sent her. Between its pages was a small, pressed cherry blossom.

Seeing that, she couldn’t help it any longer. She sobbed into her hands, mourning a boy who wasn’t even dead yet. She remembered their childhood. He was the first boy she’s ever liked. Even when she was dating other boys, she left a space in her heart for him. Now he’s so far away, he’s scared, and he’s alone. Cherry just wants to bring him home, but she can’t. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t reach across the sea and carry him back to his brothers. To her. She feels helpless. She ran her hands along the page of the Bible, scared to touch the flower in fear of hurting it.

Cherry wishes she would have told him how she felt. Told him that she’d have run away with him had he asked, that he’s not crazy, that he used to brighten her day. Her parents would disown her, but she doesn’t care anymore. She could’ve told him that day in the lot before the rumble, but she talked herself out of it. And now it may be too late. Why could’ve she have just been brave?

Drying her eyes with her sleeve, Cherry gathered up the gifts from Soda and walked over to her dresser. She pushed through the socks in one of her draws until she could see the bottom. She placed the Bible and the letter right next to a small drawing of a horse that she’s had since she was six. Nobody else knows who it’s from. Her friends assume it’s something Bob gifted her when they were younger, and she hasn’t corrected them.

Cherry closed the draw after making sure the items were hidden. She sent one last look out her window, catching the final moments of the sunset. That’s when she made up her mind. She’d write him tomorrow. If he could send her a present in the midst of him fighting a war, she could send him something from her peaceful little home in Oklahoma. She could remind him of home.

[mayahawkeswife]

rewatching tua s2.. dawg dave was into klaus before he started talking to him abt the war 😭😭 like he got so excited and asked him how his fucking latrine was doing and was into the conversation and shit what if i start crying

[kaytheday]

Dog Tags and Damnation

Soda steps through the door as quietly as he can. Unwilling to wake the boy on the couch. Ponyboy was so exhausted that he couldn’t even manage to make it upstairs so he’d simply dropped onto the couch, practically guaranteed to wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover. He twists over in sleep, groaning a little and revealing a silver chain that slips out of his shirt to pool on the cushion below him. 

Soda’s dog tags. 

Bile comes up his throat and tickles his taste buds as he sways. He puts a hand on the wall to avoid falling.

He didn’t take those tags off for nearly a year. He couldn’t. If he was killed they would need those same dog tags to identify his body. Those tags would be the one to tell his brothers he was never coming home. Those same tags that watched him defile his parents' memory of the sweet little boy they had raised. Those same tags that hung around his neck as he did horrendous things, things that he would never ever breathe a word of to his brothers. Even if it killed him. 

Those same tags that he had hurled at Ponyboy nearly five days ago out of anger and frustration. Why couldn’t Ponyboy just leave him alone about this? Growing up, Soda always knew when to push Pony or when to back off, why couldn’t Ponyboy just return the favor? 

Both Darry and Ponyboy knew he had come back different. Darry had noticed but never said anything about it, but Ponyboy had taken a crack at it a couple days ago. Accusing him of using drugs to escape himself or some bullshit like that. It was those damn psychology courses he was taking at his fancy university. 

Then Soda had just laughed at him. Trying to crack a joke and say he should become a psychologist instead of a writer. Ponyboy had only gotten more upset, the tips of his ears going red as he tried again to push the issue, all while Soda deflected. Instead jerking past him to grab the chocolate milk out of the fridge, taking a swig straight from the carton. He had just finished a shitty day of work, he didn’t want to have a conversation about how shitty he was at being a brother too. 

Obviously frustrated, Ponyboy trudged on, trying a different tactic than the blatant observation of how Soda was killing himself with drugs. 

“You can talk to me, you know Soda? About anything, you’ve always been able to talk to me, even when we were kids You can still talk to me, now isn’t any different.” Soda wanted to rip out his hair and scream and then maybe beat someone half to death because it was different. Of course it was different. 

Ponyboy was different from Soda. He was good. Despite everything that had happened in his life, Ponyboy still found time to look at the sunset and read books and even write poetry. Despite everything, Ponyboy was still the same smart, talented, sensitive kid he’d been all his life. Losing their parents hadn't changed that, losing their buddies hadn’t changed that, and Soda was sure that even if Ponyboy had to complete a tour in Vietnam, he’d still come out the same poetry-writing, sunset-watching kid he’d always been. And he would continue to be like that, no matter what happened. 

So no, it was different. It was completely different. 

Soda was different. Anytime something terrible had happened in their lives, Soda had changed. A piece of him was chipped away and a mottled scar was left in its place. His parents death made him into the family bawl baby. His buddies' death had made him into a manipulating bastard with a colder outside shell. His tour in Vietnam had made him into a lot of things. It had made him into a broken shattered mess of himself, unable to find the pieces of his personality scattered on the ground. But the biggest and ugliest thing it had made him into was a killer. 

So Soda had tried to become some semblance of the person he was before this ugly stain on his life. He tried to say it kindly, he really did. 

“Yes it is Ponyboy.” He started gently. “I thought you were smart with all those fancy college classes you’re takin’ but you can’t seem to see that everything is different now.” He couldn’t quite keep the bitterness out of his voice. “I’m going to bed.” He decided with finality, having no desire to finish this conversation. Ponyboy gave a loud choked noise. 

“I don’t need those college classes to tell me something is wrong with my brother!” Pony shot back. “Why can’t you just tell us! Why didn’t you talk to me! Why didn’t you tell me you got shot!?” The last question comes out as a desperate hysterical scream. Pony is crying, but he’s trying so hard not to. Soda turned sharply from his spot on the stairs. 

“How’d you find that out?” He said quietly, almost dangerously. 

“I know when something is wrong with my brother Soda.” Ponyboy says simply before relenting the rest of the details. “I got your medical records pulled from the draft office. The officer there told me.” Before Soda can register what he is doing he is down the stairs eye to eye with Pony in some sort of stand off. 

“You had no right to do that you little son of a bitch!” Ponyboy doesn’t rise to the bait, insteading squaring his shoulders like he was expecting this sort of reaction. 

“Why didn’t you tell us Soda? Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you. I still want to help you.” Pony asks, grabbing weakly at Soda’s wrist. Instead Soda jerks away, shoving his brother a little as he bites out a curse. 

“You couldn’t have done shit!” He snarls. 

“Is this what the drugs are for?” Pony asks. 

Soda doesn’t answer, instead biting out another curse while Pony keeps trying. They yell back and forth at each other for a while before Pony brings up their parents. How they wouldn’t have wanted their little war hero turning to pot and heroin and god knows what else. Soda blanches, his fists faltering a little bit. Bringing up their parents was a low blow. Finally Soda does the only thing he can think of. He rips off his dog tags that had been hanging around his neck. 

“If you and mom and dad up there think I’m such a war hero then you can wear them!” He hurls the dog tags at Ponyboy and before he can see the aftermath, he’s trudging outside to the car and storming off. 

Now he’s still standing at the door. His eyes on Ponyboy's ungreased hair, flopping a little over closed eyes. This fight was five days ago, they had since made up. Soda didn’t know he was actually going to wear those dog tags. 

The same ones he’d rubbed while shooting at kids younger than Ponyboy. The same ones he stared at during the long rainy nights, nothing in his stomach, thinking of his middle name. Patrick, like his grandfather. His grandfather was buried at home. The same home he longed to be. 

Those dog tags had been with him through so much pain and misery. They had sat on his chest while he watched unspeakable horrors unfold, stories of destruction, blood, violence, and death. He hadn’t realized what those dog tags meant to him until he watched them tangle around Ponyboy's neck. 

Because he was glad.

He was glad Ponyboy would never have dog tags of his own. He was so thankful that Ponyboy would never have dog tags sit on his chest as he witnessed destruction and death. And though he knew it would never change the kid, he was glad it didn’t have to happen nonetheless. He was glad Ponyboy could go on reading poetry and looking at sunsets and writing books instead of sitting in an early grave. Or worse, coming back like him. Soda was so glad that the dog tags around Ponyboy’s neck read Sodapop Patrick Curtis instead of Ponyboy Micheal Curtis.

A second submission for day 3 of @outsidersweek

[chippedshake]

Yeah, this happens every day, I fall in love with a different face

No matter how many times Steve convinces himself that he knows all the sides there are to Sodapop Curtis, he always manages to be surprised.

Every day, a new side to him, a new face, something different about him is revealed, and every day Steve falls a little bit deeper.

And tonight, you'll be miles away

He's always let himself put off telling him. Because of the stories in the paper, because of Sandy. Because he's scared. Because there's always tomorrow and Soda will always be there.

Only Soda won't be there tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll be training god-knows-where, and soon enough he'll be halfway across the world, fighting for a country that hasn't done anything but kick him when he's down.

But I cannot quiet my mind

He can't help but imagine Sodapop running off the train and into Steve's arms, whispering that he loves him too.

He can't help but imagine the war being called off tomorrow and Sodapop coming home, even if he doesn't feel the same (he ignores the squeeze in his chest and the hot needles poking through his skin at the thought).

He can't help but imagine thousands and thousands of scenarios where this isn't a now (in front of all your friends and strangers and soldiers) or never (going home and ignoring his blood turning to lead) where there isn't really a choice.

Somethin' different, somethin' new, spend my whole life in a moment with you

He blinks and they're eighteen and Steve's graduating and starting to work full-time at the DX. Sodapop's reintroducing him to Darry and Ponyboy as his boyfriend and maybe the little shit doesn't like it at first, but he gets over it.

He blinks and they're twenty five and opening their own gas station. Sodapop's grinning at him with that smile that's kept him breathless since the sixth grade, but now Steve knows that it's for him and only for him.

He blinks and they're thirty and they're the cute couple that run a store together and share kisses when they think no one's looking. They think back to the days before they got together and wonder how they were so stupid.

He blinks and they're fifty and their backs hurt so they hire a couple of teens to help them out. One of them's magic with cars and for a second Steve could swear he's looking at his sixteen-year-old self (and the way he looks at the other boy makes Soda and him trade smiles and unspoken memories).

He blinks and they're sixty and he still can't process the fact that he gets to wake up and see Soda every day.

He blinks and they're sixty-five and retiring and they never got out of the neighbourhood but they're happy anyway.

He blinks and they're seventy and their grandchildren come over and he can see Sodapop in all of them.

Just a glimpse of a future that's not meant to happen

He blinks and Sodapop is boarding the train, saying tearful goodbyes to his brothers, making them promise not to fight too much.

He blinks and he's looking away as Soda kisses his latest girlfriend goodbye.

He blinks and Sodapop won't give him more than a brief man-hug and a teary smile with an "I'll miss you".

He blinks and a piece of his heart is being ripped out of his chest, lugging a suitcase onto a train.

But for 30 seconds I'd like to imagine

So is it so wrong to imagine a world where they can be happy and together?

There are millions of people, and millions of lifetimes, and maybe in one of them, I found my voice and I told you I liked you, and then came for coffee

There is a world where Steve told Soda when he first realised it, towards the end of seventh grade, when girls started paying attention to Soda and Steve finally understood the gnawing bitterness in his chest.

There is a world where Steve told Soda when Soda broke up with his first girlfriend (he broke up with her because he thought Steve liked her, isn’t that funny? Isn't it just hilarious?)

There is a world where Steve told Soda that time they were studying in Soda's room and he threw himself in Steve's lap and Steve started playing with his hair and Soda let out a little sigh that just about made him melt.

There is a world where Steve told Soda when Soda started crying because Ponyboy had just explained something he hadn't understood in class for him and he'd never felt more stupid.

There is a world where Steve told Soda when the police came to knock on their door and for once it wasn’t to arrest anyone, but for something worse that made Steve realise how quickly it could all be over.

In five years we're married, a house and a family

Not all those worlds have a happy ending for them, but enough of them do. Growing up together, getting married – legally or illegally, Steve isn't picky –, the world becoming a better place, and maybe someday getting to hold hands in public...

Then I snap out of it, realize I'm crazy

But this world doesn't. This world has a dead-end road town with people killed for loving differently. This world has a war that breaks families apart, making their own tragedy pale in comparison. This world has a coward playing Steve and an oblivious bastard playing Soda and no way out.

This world has a boy boarding a train to his death. A boy Steve won't ever see again. A boy Steve won't ever get to tell how he feels. A boy who Steve won't ever know if he feels the same.

And watch your train pass me by

[nattaphum]

The concert was supposed to last ~3 hours but it only lasted 1 hour and a half. Probably the organizer of the event had some issues (BOC has nothing to do with it) but no explanation was given to the fans who were really disappointed.

For this reason, after the show, Mile and Apo went outside to meet their fans and to give them man suang tshirts for free. They are so kind 🥹

Apo had the idea of dancing the viral song again but mile was so shy so when they stopped dancing he hit him with a tshirt ahah

Apparently this is something he usually does lol

Mile then took a photo of the fans and of course his fan number 1 wanted to be in it

Then a photo of Mileapo with the fans

and finally a few couple photos on Apo’s phone that probably will never see the day of light :D

[annballofyarn]

Arcane spoilers 🚨

Of course it's not the same. Of course is not the fucking same. So I stayed up late yesterday and watched all three episodes of Arcane season 2. From the opening you feel it has changed. Everything is rushed and a lot of things are happening at the same time. Dialogues have decreased quality as well and you can even see glitches sometimes in the animation. Also did you like season 1 episode 7 ekko vs. jinx scene? Here, one more cool musical scene every episode. I'm mad. Mad because everything in this society has to be NOW and they made the entire new season far too quickly. I still love all of my characters and the story path they chose but idk. Let me see more of Cait grieving. Let me see time passing (you can't literally tell how long has it been). Who told everyone Silco is dead? Let me see the underground reacting to Jinx's actions. Viktor waking made no sense at all lmao. Jace apparently is a saint now and omg Ambessa gets my fucking nerves I hate her. Action scenes are too fast you literally can't see anything. And lastly that reveal in the last episode I have to rewatch the whole thing because I literally didn't get it 😬

It just doesn't feel right anymore and I am trying my best to enjoy it because God it's one of my favourite shows ever 😭

[ellavei]

I usually only go back to my hometown once a year, so if anyone asks me what I miss most... it is usually the food, ngl 😭