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[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Sometimes Pony and Johnny would just sit down on the porch together. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes Pony sketched, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes it was just them, sometimes the whole gang was there. But this time they were alone. Darrel was still at work, Steve and Soda had gone on some double date thing, Dally was back in county lockup, and Two Bit was off getting drunk god knows where with god knows who. But Pony and Johnny sat next to each other on the porch.

Their legs were touching and their hands were gently sitting over Pony’s knee, pinkies twisted around one another, passing a cigarette back and forth while they watched the sunset. It was nice and it was quiet, something that seemed rare these days.

Johnny finally said something as Pony took a drag of the cigarette. “We could do it yknow”. At Pony’s confused look and tilted head, Johnny clarified, “we could go off and get our big house on a hill”. Pony let a soft smile slip onto his face, “yeah, we could, and I could read a new book to us every week…” his voice trailed off as he let his eyes slip shut as images of it swirled in his brain.

He could see it so clearly. Just him and Johnny. It would have flowers, and a garden, and they could watch every sunset. Then, when it got late, they could curl up together in a huge and soft bed that they would never be able to afford. It was perfect, peaceful, and oh so far away. It would be theirs. He would be lying if he said he didn’t hear his brothers’ voices whispering that he was too much of a dreamer for his own good. Maybe he was, but when he was sitting here like this, listening to Johnny and feeling the gentle weight of his head on Pony’s shoulder, could you really blame him?

He was so lost in his head that when he went to pass the cigarette to Johnny, it slipped out of his fingers. He heard Johnny giggle as he bent forward to pick it up, knowing Darrel would lose his mind if there was another cigarette burn on their porch.

Just when his hand curled around the cigarette, it was like everything shifted. Suddenly he was surrounded by smoke and the hood awful orange color that he knew meant fire. Fire. No no no no, this couldn’t be happening. He was just with Johnny on the porch, laughing and dreaming about their future. He wasn’t in a church, he wasn’t surrounded by flames, he wasn’t alone. Except he was. He tried to suck in a breath but his lungs rejected the air, sending him into a coughing fit.

When he finally got his breathing more under control he began to look for Johnny, running through the smoke as it stung his eyes and he could feel the heat building all around him. But he needed to find Johnny.

When he finally saw him, he called out his name and watched Johnny turn. It took everything in Ponyboy to not throw up when he saw Johnny. Because the boy looking at him wasn’t the same one he was just with. No, this Johnny was in that same damn hospital gown he’d died in. His neck showed the nasty burns he’d gotten. His cheek still had the fresh cut from the socs. But the worst part was his eyes. Because Johnny was looking at him with dead and unseeing eyes.

Suddenly Pony was sitting upright in his bed, awoken by a loud scream, not even realizing it came from him. He was shaking violently, he had tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision, and his breaths were coming in short and fast. He could distantly hear Soda’s groggy voice, asking him if he was ok, but he couldn’t do anything but aggressively shake his head as he tried to force Johnny’s dead eyes out of his mind and he tried to ignore how he could still feel Johnny’s heavy and unmoving hand in his.

He felt Soda’s arms wrap around him but he could still barely register it. He knew Soda was whispering calming words but he could barely hear over the roaring in his ears. He didn’t know how long he went on like this, he just knew he was getting light headed from the lack of air, and he distantly realized that Soda was taking his arms off him and quickly rushing out of the room. Huh, that was strange, normally he stayed. Maybe he was just scared he’d die from being around Ponyboy, most people around him died sooner rather than later anyway, so it wouldn’t be surprising.

He hadn’t even noticed Soda return until he felt a larger and rougher hand on his shoulder and he watched someone kneel down in front of him. It was strange, this guy didn’t look like Soda. In fact, he almost looked like dad. But dad was gone? Maybe he was here to get Ponyboy, maybe Ponyboy was going too?

“Pony, baby, you gotta breathe, honey”

No, that wasn’t dad’s voice. It sounded kind of like Darrel? Ponyboy felt himself begin to sway, suddenly feeling very dizzy and even shakier than before.

“Soda, if this don’t stop soon we gotta take him to the hospital”

NO. NOT THE HOSPITAL ANYWHERE BUT THE HOSPITAL. That was what Pony’s mind screamed at him as he suddenly snapped his head to look at his oldest brother, immediately having a death grip on his brother’s hand as he shook his head even more intensely. He couldn’t make the words come out to explain just how much he couldn’t go to the hospital. Because the hospital was where Johnny died. It was where that sickeningly pristine white covered every surface. It was where he could still smell that sterile cleaner they used on everything. It was where he couldn’t go without picturing Johnny laying on that damn bed and dying.

“Hey, hey, we don’t gotta go but I need ya to breathe with me, okay?”

Pony tried to blink the remaining tears out of his eyes as he nodded. He felt Darrel move so his hand was over his oldest brother’s chest and he couldn’t feel the gentle rise and fall. He tried to time his with his brother and slowly, he started to breathe normally. He sniffled quietly, before speaking, cringing at the rawness of his voice, “‘m sorry for wakin’ yall and botherin’ ya, I know you got work early”. He felt Darrel’s gaze flicker with hurt before it was immediately replaced with a softness he didn’t even know his oldest brother could have. “You ain’t botherin’ us at all, baby. You just scared us somethin’ awful with how long you were like that”

Pony felt even more confusion fill him when he heard that, because it hadn’t been that long, had it? It felt to him like maybe 20 minutes? He’d had longer fits than that. Upon his confusion, he felt Soda’s eyes land on him, and as he reached out to wrap an arm around his brother, he softly said something that stunned Pony, “honey, you been like this for damn near three hours, I got Darrel after forty minutes, but you just wouldn’t calm down”.

When he looked between his brothers, he finally noticed the fear in both their eyes. They really were scared that they were losing him. Hell, he was scared he was losing himself.

“Do ya- do ya wanna talk about it?” Pony recognized this, it was what Soda did every time, he asked if Pony wanted to talk about his nightmare, about what got him so worked up. Usually it helped him, so he decided to give it a go. “It was Johnny ‘n the fire ‘n getting out ‘n-“ Pony stopped as he felt his breathing pick up pace again. He started curling in on himself until he felt Darrel’s hand on his knee, “hey, you don’t gotta talk about it if you ain’t ready”. Ponyboy nodded, feeling a hot and fresh tear slip down his cheek.

He felt guilt roll in his stomach. Guilt for the fire, guilt for scaring his brothers, guilt for everything. But even more than that he felt a hole in his heart, like he was missing part of himself. In a way, maybe he was. He missed him. He missed Johnny more than anything in the world. Maybe he always would. But his brothers understood. They were there for him. And that made him feel just a little closer to ok.

[folklouire]

—Did I leave you hanging every single day?

[alacritysparked]

@honor-cxde

Ok. Deep breath. This was it. He had to do this or he'd chicken out.

It started with reviewing and cataloguing all data files in the Nemesis. With Ratchet on Earth, it was up to Arcee and Bumblebee to learn the tagging systems and integrate the Decepticons' information with the Autobots' files. Bumblebee did spent most of the time on the project - unfortunately, he was the most proficient hacker they had at the moment.

That's when he found out about Dreadwing. And Dreadwing knew the truth.

Optimus never corrected Dreadwing's assumption, trying to protect Bee from the wrath of a solo spark-twin. Like the dutiful soldier he was, Bumblebee respected his Prime's wishes.

But Optimus wasn't here anymore and Bumblebee had to fight his own battles.

He brought it up once around Bulkhead and Wheeljack, that despite the circumstances surrounding Skyquake's murder death, he felt like he owed it to Dreadwing to offer the Seeker closure. Bulkhead immediately got concerned and Wheeljack said that there were no innocents in war.

So nobody knew about this little plan. Bumblebee scheduled himself for a routine expedition, noting that he would be evaluating the area between Iacon and Polyhex. They had preliminary observations, but hadn't done a true review of the infrastructure between the two cities. He logged his route, gave his best time estimates, and promised to comm. if something went wrong.

Halfway between the two cities, in the middle of nowhere and joors out from immediate help, Bumblebee opened his frequency and broadcasted his coordinates.

::Dreadwing. This is Bumblebee. I'd like to talk to you. I'll be here.::

[mvement]

lewis hamilton at the las vegas gp 2024

[ofthecaravel]

Sorry @shutupdevvie @gretasmokerising what were you saying about Sammi? And her hair being down? And her piercings?

[relivethisdream]

[leviiackrman]

JORDAN PARKER - Until Dawn [full colour]

more art || pinterest board || commissions

[outeremissary]

It's been such a powerful week of "wow... I'm bisexual"

[monets-pixels]

Twins! And one potential heir right off the bat

[ratatatastic]

once again any angle of the poika saunoo IS GREATLY APPRECIATED

Lundy Cup Day | 8.6.24

[iamarchived]

Insomniac Eclipse

[feltcreature]

THE NICK ALL STAR BRAWL 2 IMAGE LEAK.

[lepetitfruit]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog :)

Oh boy! More random facts! Gonna have to double check these are not the same as previous random facts lol

1. I decided last year out of the blue that I needed to collect something. Bc it fits my vibe. So now I collect decks of cards! I only have 5

2. I have extremely strong opinions on sandpaper and pliers. My job has done strange things to my brain

3. I have a deep and unholy love of spreadsheets. Not my fault, they just happen to be one of the most useful AND satisfying things in the world.

If anyone has a deep desire to know more weird shit about me, previous fun facts previous previous fun facts

[coconut530]

FRIED EGG 💙😡❌🫣❤️

[xamassed]

⟬ @dayrisen ⟭

❛❛ Itto. ❜❜ Her voice comes soft, faintly, a waver on the wind. Her hand ascends between them, descending down onto his which she grips softly. Slowly, she leans into his side, letting him know that he is not alone. ❛❛ It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here with you. ❜❜ [ :3c ]

The way she said his name was nearly all it took to shake his foundation. It was the start, at least — it startled a rumbling, jitters so intense that he felt them rattling his bones. The layers of affection, understanding and compassion were a blanket that had been wrapped once, twice, three times around him. He was cocooned in her comfort, and all she had to do was speak.

But it was her hands grasping at his that brought the walls down.

Her hands were small compared to his, but the intent within her hold made them feel larger by far. He didn't doubt that she could have wrapped his entirely in her palms with the ease her touch brought him.

Her warmth continued to spread once she tucked herself against him. Without hesitation, he sank into it, massive body curling around her. One arm looped around her shoulders, brought her in even closer to his chest. His heart thrummed against her ear, the rapid tattoo slowing to a dull thump.

Itto didn't speak. Blustering and flaunting his confidence was a defense mechanism, one he didn't have the will to flex at that moment. Instead, he sat there, letting himself gather his breath and take all of her in.

He didn't use words, but his actions would speak for him.

His nails gliding soft along her back, the occasional drag at the ends of her air and the way he squeezed her all voice his thanks. He appreciated her, and he hoped that she knew this despite his lingering quiet.

[biioniic-biiohazard]

referring to him by pretty much every name he goes by and any little variant or nickname based off of them i can think of under the damn sun because i love him and the sound of his name so fucking much and i wanna say them all the time forever and ever because literally nothing is better than getting to say your boyfriend's name (( in any context, really... lol. ))