#They drew pony Jesus nothing i do is worse

[sizzleissues]

So I’ve never drawn a ‘sona’ so I’ve decided to correct that

Drawing myself into every show I used to watch and never drew art for. Cringe is dead, don’t touch me. I’ll also draw just a version of myself in my style. I’ve watched Steven Universe the least of these but so I’m just going off vibes for drawing myself as a Peridot.

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Friday {artist au} - [Ponyboy Curtis x Reader]

based on this

* this is a modern au and ponyboy is aged up

You caught his attention, not because of your looks — you were pretty though — it was the yellow knit sweater that you wore. It was very similar to the one that he was currently wearing but yours had a small enamel pin on the right. He couldn’t make out what it was from across the classroom.

You’d only just transferred to his school, two weeks into the new school year and he was intrigued by you. It wasn’t often they got transfers from out of state and there was quite the buzz about you. If you knew, you didn’t show it and mostly kept to yourself.

“I like your sweater,” he almost choked on his spit when he realized that you, you, were talking to him.

“Thanks, I got it from Goodwill,” he didn’t stumble over his words, but why did he tell you that?

“Oh hey, I got mine from Goodwill too.” You smile at him and sit at his table, “is it okay if I sit over here? Table three is annoying and too crowded.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Ponyboy couldn’t believe his luck. The mysterious new student was sitting with him and complimenting him.

It was silent after you thanked him - it was just a planning day in the studio so it was mostly quiet except for the classical music that played over the speakers and the before mentioned table three gossiping. Ponyboy didn’t really know what to do for this project. It they had to do was plan out a design for a pot but it couldn’t be a simple pot.

“What are you doing for your bowl?” He asked you, after erasing yet another design.

“Hm,” you lifted your head out of your sketchbook, “oh, I have no idea.”

“Then what have you been drawing?” You’d been hunched over and the soft scratching from your pencil had filled the silence at the table.

You flipped around your sketchbook and Ponyboy saw that you were drawing a sunflower. A very detailed sunflower.

“The shading on that is really good, wow,” Ponyboy was genuinely surprised. It seemed as if you had an eye for fine details.

“Thanks,” you shrug, “I don’t really like it, though.”

“Maybe that can be your bowl design?” He suggested, pleased with how your face lit up.

“That’s a great idea! Thank you, Pony,” you said with a warm smile.

Your eyes meet across the table and it lingers, before he glances away.

“You should design a cat for your vase,” you offer with a small laugh.

“Why?” He wasn’t opposed to it and frankly had no ideas.

“Who doesn’t love cats?” You raise your eyebrows at him, “although, I bet you have a dog.”

“I do,” Ponyboy chuckles at the look on your face, “but I wouldn’t mind designing a cat. Like one of those really tall and skinny cats that seem all elegant.”

Your eyes shine, “that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

————

He didn’t see you for the rest of the day. It turned out that Ceramics was the only class you shared together.

You texted him throughout the day, blatantly ignoring the no cell phone policy, and each time his phone vibrated he smiled when he saw your name come up. He answered the questions you occasionally asked, but for the most part, you just talked to him. Maybe you were just lonely and only talking to him because he was the first friend you made at a new school, but he couldn’t help but feel flattered. You had a cute smile, nice eyes, your hair was pretty. Ponyboy thought you were beautiful.

Lunch came up and Ponyboy waited by the entrance. His eyes scanned the crowd for any sight of you and almost drops his notebook when someone tap his shoulder from behind.

“Jesus!” He exclaims, turning around with half the mind to punch whoever it was. Instead, he’s faced with your sheepish face.

“Nope, not him.” You say, biting back a smile.

“Real funny,” he scoffs, but he’s smiling.

“So, how do the art kids spend their lunch?”

“Well that depends...”

“On what?”

“Whether you smoke.”

“Well I don’t. What are my options?”

Ponyboy pretends to think about it, “well...you could hang out on the bleachers like I do, or eat in the art rooms. Mrs. Lou doesn’t mind.”

“Bleachers?”

You pull out a wrapped sandwich, “lead the way, Ponyboy.”

——

Weeks fly by and summer has officially gone. Trees that were once a vibrant green are curling with yellow and red, fluttering to the ground one-by-one. The wind that was once a comforting breeze against the scorching sun is now a bitter assailant in the streets. It marked an end to your lunches outside with Ponyboy. Only after shaking from the cold for an entire afternoon, even indoors, did you and Ponyboy decide to move lunch inside. It turned out that he knew a lot of spots in school, ones that weren’t frequented.

The auditorium was always empty, unless a school production was being put on or used for a class. During lunch, though, it was always empty. There was something about being in there. The dim lighting, collected dust, the feeling that you shouldn’t be in there - it was your favorite spot in school.

Ponyboy was laying sprawled out across the stage, his piece of the sandwich you brought and shared next to him, his sketchbook in front of him. You watched as he sketched a sunset that he had described to you earlier. The sight was much more interesting than the geometry homework you were attempting to do.

“Hey, Pony,” you say, interrupting the flow he was in.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna hang out after school?”

He stops mid-sketch, his hand frozen over the paper. “Uh, you wanna hang out with me? Outside of school?”

“We’re friends,” you say, concealing your laugh at his shocked face. “I want to hang out with you. If you’re cool with it?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He tries to hide his blush.

Why did he have to be so awkward around you?

—

Ponyboy was pretty sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest. It had been beating extremely fast at your invite of hang-out. He stumbles into the DX, hoping that Sodapop was a break.

“Soda,” he calls out to his brother.

Sodapop walks past the counter, messing up his hair. “Hey, little brother. Whata doing here?”

“Remember that girl I told you about?”

“The real artsy one?”

Before he can respond, Steve cuts in. “As if he talks to other girls.”

“Shut up, Steve.”

He suddenly couldn’t find the words to say. Not when Steve was waiting to ridicule him. Soda picked up on that, leading him to a more secluded spot.

“What’s going on?” He asks softly, concern shining through.

“She asked me to hang out on Friday and I said I would.”

“All that fuss for a girl?” Soda laughs, his concern gone. “Listen, Pony, she’s just a girl. No biggie. Follow my advice and you’ll be fine. Just be yourself. She wouldn’t be asking to hangout if she wasn’t interested in you.”

Those words rang through his head on his walk home. Be yourself. How could he? He acted differently around the gang than he did around you. He hoped that Darry would have words to reassure him.

Darry was home, early for once, and prepping supper. “Hey, Ponyboy.”

“Hey, Darry...” he trudged into the kitchen, beginning a tangent of words that he managed to rein in, “so, I don’t know. We’re friends, but she digs okay, and she understands me.”

Darry doesn’t respond right away, wiping his hands on a towel before turning to look at him. His eyes are unusually bright, the only giveaway that he isn’t completely serious at the moment. “Just be respectful, alright? This isn’t an official date, but it’s just a date without the pressure of being a date.”

Somehow that made him feel worse.

——

Ponyboy hopes that he looks nothing like the nervous symphony that is stringing along inside of him.

It was Friday. The day of your designated hang-out.

He was not nervous. In the slightest. Just...apprehensive.

His stomach drops when he sees Steve saunter towards him.

Steve claps his shoulder, “don’t forget protection, Ponyboy.”

“Shut up, Steve.” Ponyboy is sure that his cheeks are deep red.

Just when he’s beginning to entertain the thought that you were joking and it was all a prank, he sees you turn the corner looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry, Pony, Mr. Peters called my ass out for the paper I did.” You huff, “said it was bullshit. Well, not his words, but that’s what he meant.”

“Mr. Peters sucks,” Ponyboy says, “had him last semester and it was awful. Never took him again.”

“I know that now,” you scoff, but shrug it off. “So, have you heard of the Tulsa Art Museum?”

“I went once with my parents, when I was real little.”

“I was wondering, because they’re bringing a limited-time Van Gogh exhibit to it and I wanna go. I love his work.”

“Maybe we could go together...” he looked more confident than he felt.

Your eyes lit up, “I’d love, too. I’ll look into more details and let you know.”

Ponyboy nods, eyes shifting past you and to the dreary gray sky. You turn to follow his gaze and frown.

“I hope it clears up tonight. I want to stargaze.”

“I just want to see the sunset.”

—

Your house is simple. Ponyboy is surprised at how quiet and still it seems, almost untouched.

“My parents are at work, so it’s just us.” You tell him as you unlock the door, “I probably should’ve told you that before.”

“S’okay.”

Your bedroom is almost exactly how he pictured it to be. Not that he thought about it often...

Silence lingers in the room before you pull out one of your sketchbooks.

“Will you be my model for an art assignment?” You ask hopefully.

“For what class?” He knew that the ceramics class didn’t require any human portraits.

“Art two. We’re on the portrait section,” you explain, “it’ll only be a quick sketch, won’t take long.”

Ponyboy shrugs, walking over to your windowsill and taking a seat. His head leans against the frame as he takes in the sunset. You have a good view of sunsets from your window.

Time passes by in comfortable silence. The only sound being the scratching of your pen on paper, distant hums of cars passing by, and the soft tap of his foot on the floor.

“I’m done,” you say, walking over to show him what you drew.

His eyes widen as he takes it in. It’s a simple pen drawing, with minimal details and just a basic outline of him.

“I purposely left it minimal,” you explain, “I’m going to use watercolor to capture the sunset.”

“Do you have a kit with you?”

Your eyes seem to glow as you bring it out, “I was thinking it would mainly be yellow with some pink and orange.”

“Yeah, pale daffodil would work, but I think it was more bright yellow.”

“You’re right.”

He looks over the colors you have. Admiring the selection as you both work out the color scheme. It reminds him of ceramic class and he feels warm at the thought. He felt comfortable with you.

“Hey, follow me.”

His heart stops when you slide the window up and climb onto the roof. You stick your head back in, eyes bright and smiling.

“Grab my blanket, it’s chilly.”

He does as he’s told, clambering through the window no near as gracefully as you had. You take the blanket from him and wrap it around both of your shoulders, head leaning on his shoulder. Your eyes are trained solely on the sky, watching the twinkling stars and seeing pictures that he could never make out. 

You were utterly enchanted by stars, having a random fact to sprout out at any given moment. Now, you seemed content to just gaze at the stars. 

“Is that the Big Dipper?” Ponyboy points, squinting as he tries to make it out. 

“No, it’s right...” you grab his hand, moving it to the correct spot, “there.”

He looks down at you, “you sure love space, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be wearing,” you pull up your jeans to reveal socks with spaceships on them, “these, if I  wasn’t.”

Ponyboy laughs, admiring them. He looks down at you, the words dying in his throat when he sees just how close his face is to you. You don't move away and neither does he. It’s still for a moment. He can hear more cars driving by, their lights shining light on the house before disappearing. His hands are cold and he finds that so are yours, when you touch his cheek. You pull him in for a kiss that makes him feel warm and fuzzy. He breaks away, cheeks flushing. Your lips are swollen, parting to say something that you never do as he’s pressing his lips against yours. 

Time stills and he can only focus on how you taste and how you feel. This was by no means his first kiss, but there was something about being under the stars. Something about you. He couldn’t get enough. You nip his bottom lip and he all but melts into you, letting out a sigh. 

His phone goes off in his pocket, startling him as he breaks away abruptly. It’s a notification from Darry.

Come home soon, please.

Checking the time, it’s past 10. Past his curfew. He sighs, looking at you unsurely. "I better go.”

He crawls back inside your room, gathering his things as you watch him from the window.

His shoes scuff on your floor as he chooses to avoid your gaze, “so,,,”

“So, same time next Friday?” You say, smiling when he lets out a dorky grin.

“Yeah, next Friday.”

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Seasonal Love | Calum Hood x Reader

Pairing - Calum Hood x reader

Word Count - 2k

Rating - PG

Note - this in no way at all reflects my views of Calum Hood, he is a pure angel and wouldnt do this, it is all purely fictional

He met you in the fall, and loved you in the winter. He strayed from you during spring, and left you under the summer sun.

~~~~

The autumn leaves falling brought you together in the first place. You had been merely sitting on the nearby bench, doing nothing but enjoying the calming quiet that blessed the cool air. His first look at you was from a distance, admiring how at peace you could be at a time such as this, the brisk air blowing red and brown leaves throughout the square. His first thought of you was from a distance, wondering how an angel such as yourself could find reason to grace the earth. The second time he saw you, he was closer. He didn’t dare say anything, not after staring at the ground the whole walk over. He sat carefully on the opposite end of your bench, stealing glances between the pages of a book and sips of coffee. The poor boy nearly lost his mind the first time he heard you speak.

“H-hi there. I’m Calum. Hood. C-Calum Hood.” His stuttering voice brought an amused smile to your face.

“Y/N. I’ve seen you around a couple times, right?” You held your hand out for a shake, and of course he couldn’t help but take a moment to just think about how right your hand fit in his.

The thought that you may have noticed him before made his heart do flips in his chest that any gymnast would’ve been proud of.

“Uhm, y-yeah. I walk around here just about every day.” He didn’t mention how this route was actually far out of his way, how he only came this way to maybe catch sight of you along the way.

A slight blush dusted both of your cheeks, neither knowing quite what to say.

“This… This may be a little forward, but do you wanna maybe hang out sometime? There’s a nice coffee shop a little ways down the road I know, maybe we could meet up and talk?” Calum looked at his hands while he spoke, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“That sounds really nice actually. I’d like that.”

The boy’s head popped up instantly, eyes lighting up at your agreement. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely! Here, let me see your phone.” You stuck your hand out, palm up. He slowly drops his phone in your hand as you dig yours out of your back pocket, handing it over.

You quickly tap your number into his contacts, and he does the same. “So, I’ll see you later?” His voice rises at the end, undeniably hopeful.

“Definitely.”

~~~~

The cold winter brought you two closer, and he still looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. Many nights had been spent at one or the other’s place, curled together on a sofa with blankets up to your neck, watching a movie or the fireplace or the snow outside the window. The company couldn’t be better, and you both felt safe together. Christmas was approaching, and neither of you could wait. You set up the trees in both apartments, so that no matter where you ended up it would at least be festive.

The day finally arrived when you and Calum awoke to the early morning sun reflecting on white blankets.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he smiled sweetly, eyes closed against the sunshine.

You just groaned in response, pulling the blankets up to your face. “Five more minutes.”

He let out a small chuckle. “No baby, c’mon! It’s Christmas!”

You peeked your head out from under the covers, “And what a horrible boyfriend you are for waking me up so early on a holiday.” Before he could say anything, you darted back under the warm comforter.

The laughter resumed outside the cocoon of blankets you were surrounded by. “I apologize, but I think I am a great boyfriend, because I planned out the entire day. So get up so you can have the best Christmas of your life.”

Another groan sounded, but you conceded and unwrapped yourself from the covers. “I don’t know if this’ll be the best Christmas ever. When I was six I got the Lego set I’d been wanting for months - the only way to top that is a pony.”

A short kiss was pressed against your cheek. “You doubt my Christmas abilities.”

You stretched yourself out, splaying your limbs out across the bed. In the process, you may or may not have hit Calum in the face. A short whine alerted you to his indignance. You smirked at him, saying “Get out, I need to get changed.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he whined.

“That doesn’t mean you get to see it now!” You hit him with a pillow.

“Fine fine fine fine. I’ll be in the living room.” He kissed your cheek one more time before grabbing one of his shirts from the drawer and exiting the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

True to his word, it was an amazing day, and it definitely beat your Lego set Christmas. Filled with gifts from each other and wrapped in love, there wasn’t much that could possibly make the day better. That evening, you two were curled together on the sofa, his arm wrapped around your waist, your head on his chest.

“I love you, you know.”

You gave a small giggle. “I know. I love you too.”

He played idly with your fingers. “Move in with me.”

You drew your head up just slightly. “You mean it?”

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you settled back down to your original position.

“Okay,” he repeated, kissing the back of your hand.

~~~~~

In late April, you knew something was going on. He wouldn’t be home until late, he left to hang out with the boys more and more often. He’d come home at a quarter to two in the morning, smelling like he had gone swimming in a pool of cheap alcohol. He’d climb into bed without saying a word, snoring loudly while you stared at the ceiling.

Tonight you had seen a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. And it wasn’t the color you wore.

Tears fell slowly as you faced the truth. He wasn’t yours anymore. He didn’t see you the way he used to.

In the morning, you woke up to another empty and cold bed. He wasn’t here, yet again. Making your way to the living room, you saw him on the couch fiddling on his phone. Not making a sound, you stepped behind him, throwing your arms around his neck. He jumped in surprise, immediately darting to put his phone away.

“Morning, baby,” you smiled into his neck.

“Jesus Y/N, can you not?” He was clearly not amused.

You backed off, standing straight. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Just leave me be.”

You frowned as he went back to his phone, now angling it away from you. Stepping around the couch, you made your way to stand in front of him.

“Cal, did I do something?”

He looked up at you questioningly. “How do you mean?”

You took a deep breath. “You’ve been blowing me off a lot lately. Not showing up for date night, coming home really late, and hardly touching me anymore? Did I do something to make you mad at me or something? You haven’t kissed me or held me or anything in the past two weeks. We’ve lived together for four months but I hardly see you anymore. What did I do? How can I fix it?”

He looked down, then back up, huffing. “It’s nothing. Just drop it Y/N.”

You scoffed. “Just drop it? Calum, you don’t come home until the early hours in the morning, and when you do you’re drunk off your ass and covered in cheap perfume. Am I just not good anymore?”

“Damn it, Y/N, I said drop it!” The growl in his voice was enough to make you take a step back. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Then when is a good time to talk about it?” The challenge in your quiet tone was clear.

“How about not now,” he grunted, going back to his phone.

~~~~

It’s mid June and you know it’s ending. His behavior is worse and he hardly ever sees you anymore. You and him had been invited to one of Ashton’s parties, and of course you both went.

Problem was, you want to leave now and you can’t find Calum. It’s midnight, you have work in the morning, and so does Calum. Searching the small crowd, you spot a rather tall blonde face.

“Luke! Have you seen Calum?” Your call caught his attention, and he made his way to you.

“What did you say?” He put his hand to his ear, leaning down to you.

“Have you seen Cal? We gotta go.” He hesitates to answer, and you know something’s up. “What is it, Luke?”

“I saw him, he’s in the kitchen on the counter but he’s…” He trails off, not wanting to complete the thought.

“He’s what, Luke?” You automatically brace yourself for the worst.

“He’s with someone else.”

And just like that, your world comes crashing down. You’ve known he’s cheated, but to do it when you’re in the same building…

Without another word, you push past Luke, ignoring his calls for you to stop. You storm into the kitchen, and almost die where you stand.

Just as Luke said, Calum is sitting on the counter, but there’s a girl who’s not you standing between his legs, kissing him, and he’s kissing her back and all you know is that should be you, that should be you and it’s not you.

Luke comes up behind you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You turn, looking down at the ground. “I’m going home. If he asks, just tell him I was tired.”

Luke nodded sadly. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who’s making out with someone else right in front of your girlfriend.” Without another word you sidestep him, walking out the front door.

Sitting in your apartment, all alone, you contemplate your options. You could pretend it never happened, like you’ve been doing for the past three months. You could confront him, too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Morning comes and you wake up to Calum making his side of the bed.

“I’m surprised you even came home,” you say sourly.

His head snaps up to you. “What did you say?”

You sigh angrily. “Cut the shit. I flat out saw you making out with another girl last night. Right in front of me Calum.” He drops his head, almost embarrassed. “I’m sick of this, Calum Hood. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen evidence of you with someone else, but to do it when I’m in the same fucking house is just showing you don’t even care anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t,” he mutters.

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “Excuse me?”

He looks you dead in the eyes. “Maybe I don’t care anymore. Did you hear it that time? I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore.”

You will the tears not to fall, not to gather in your eyes. “Is that it then?”

He doesn’t reply, just continues staring at you.

“Get out.”

He doesn’t challenge you as he stands, gathering what small amount of things he has still in the room.

“I would say it’s been a pleasure, but it really hasn’t these last couple months,” he snaps, stepping out of the bedroom.

“Leave,” you growl, following him.

He shrugs, and steps out the front door. “I’ll send one of the boys for the rest of my stuff.”

You all but slam the door in his face. When you’re sure he’s gone, you slide to the floor, pulling your knees close to your chest. The tears you’ve been holding back are finally let loose. It’s not the first time Calum’s made you cry. He may not love you anymore, but you sure as hell still love him. Even after all he’s put you through, you still love him.

Although no one asked for this, I just felt like it heheheh

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[babyjohnnycakes]

Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)

okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!

warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing

sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side. when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.

dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it. by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”“it was my father he-”dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.“guess i am.”“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”“-yeah?”i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”you smirked.“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.“kiss me.”

ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.“she’s what? what happened?”pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.

steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared. “what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.on cue, steve burst through the doors.“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”“no stevey, i just love you so much.”“definitely some drug.”

johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. “love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught. shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.“i-i-i’m sorry…i-i-just-..”he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”i cried even more, how did i deserve him?he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.

two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you. “y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful. thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.“you betcha, keith.”

darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.soda was on the phone with darry now.“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”i gratefully smiled.darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.“dare bear!”“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.

[solitaryhoneybadger]

I’m debating on if I should open my deformed little UFC fighter figures from their packages. When I collected figures, I was never one of those people who kept things in boxes because I thought it was annoying. I thought it was annoying because it seemed selfish because there was someone else out there who really wanted that figure, and would’ve opened it and played with it or displayed it or whatever. And here’s one, just stuck in a box until the owner dies or it gets lost or destroyed. The only reason I’ve kept my little fighters in their boxes is because I thought it’d be cool to get them signed somewhere down the road, if any of them ever came to Oregon. The chances of that happening are very slim since most of them are in California or somewhere in that southwest region, and Oregon gets the short end of the stick when it comes to famous people. Just look at the list of Wizard World Portland guests this year.

I saw a few signed figures on eBay, and this is part of what caused me to reconsider. A lot of the signatures are fading, even after just a few years. I think it’s kinda cool to have them hanging on the wall, but every time I look at them, I can’t help but want to just rip the packages open and put the little dudes on a shelf. I’ll probably end up doing it soon. I don’t really want to sell any of them (especially Bas), so leaving them packaged is kinda dumb. It WOULD make more sense to get signed photos, huh? There are only about 10 other figures I want to get, and it would look cool having them all lined up or grouped together, ready for action like that rabbit ready to whoop that bird.

Zoey’s surgery cuts are healing without any issues. She’s brining up her boo boos less and less, and is more comfortable sliding off the bed to get down now. She refused to take a bath for a few days until she settled on taking one while in her pajamas.

Kairi’s birthday party is on saturday, and her birthday is on sunday. I hope we’re able to do something fun with her. I took the day off and she’s hinted at wanting to go bowling and in to big play structure they have there. She got something in the mail for the bowling place but I don’t know where she put it. I still feel bad about not getting her a big gift this year, even though there wasn’t anything she wanted. I hope she likes all the Funko Pop figures she gets. I’m sure a few parents will make dumb surprised sounds when they see them. She also got the Build-a-Bear Pete’s Dragon, a dream catcher, a moon necklace, some packs of Animal Crossing: New Leaf Amiibo cards, a big-ass vinyl figure of Discord from My Little Pony ($30 normally, but just $6 on Amazon! Not a bootleg either!) and two new shirts- a Metroid one and a Pokemon one.

I haven’t taken any melatonin for the past 2 or 3 nights and I’ve had an easier time waking up/getting out of bed as a result. I wanted to exercise a lot today, but my legs are sore from doing deadlifts with the gorilla yesterday. So tomorrow I’ll do 200 swings with the chimp and go running for a little bit if it isn’t raining too much. My stomach’s feeling a lot better too since I’ve starting doing leg lifts a little differently from how I normally do them. I’ll throw in a bunch of those tomorrow too.

Before I left work, I heard a really bad song on the radio. It sounded like some generic band from the early 00s, when everyone was trying to sound like Blink 182, only worse. I checked to see who it was, and it WAS Blink 182. Jesus.

Oh yeah, I need to remember to apply for this opening that I saw in an email. It’d be slightly more pay than what I’m getting now, but closer. Instead of a 3.7 mile walk, it’d be about 1.8 miles.

Right now I’m listening to a Joe Rogan Experience episode with Henry Rollins. This is my first real exposure to the guy and it’s really fascinating listening to him talk about the places he’s been, and how he was rushed out of Iran after a family he was staying with was notified by a family member that he was shown on tv. He has a lot of good advice for actually living too, and not being stuck doing nothing. What’s weird is I just finished the Drew Carey episode of The Duncan Trussell Family Hour yesterday, and he was talking about the same thing. Drew was really insightful and had some good advice. I had no idea he was a devoted Buddhist.