#gre4zerz

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eleven year old me was not prepared...

rip johnnycakes

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Soda being Steve and Evie's third wheel.

Soda being Steve and Evie's practice child.

They'll get Soda his own stroller and everything and just push him around until Soda eventually runs off out of boredom (they got him one of the leash backpack things after that).

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Soda having a mental crisis because he isn't "pretty enough" and he thinks people won't like him anymore 😁

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Random thought but I feel like Ponyboy would want to name his kids something unique but simple. He doesn't want to put his kids through what he had to go through whenever anybody asked "what's your name?" I could see him picking a name from a book tbh. Like in the TV show he gave a girl the nickname Scout because she reminded him of Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird.

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best feeling in the world when you get cast as Ponyboy in the play 🥳

Waiting for Cherry and Marcia to be cast so I'm not the only girl at practice 😔🤞 hoping my teacher casts my girlies soon

(also I'm alive— been writing fanfics mostly 💀)

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Why have two normal parents who have a healthy relationship and take care of their kids instead of ignoring them, yelling at them, and hitting them when you could have an older brother that's secretly pissed off that he has to take care of you little shits because his entire college career was thrown down the drain and disintegrated in a burning church AND he has to give an arm and a leg to make sure you're okay and he doesn't have time for himself?

Why settle for family dinners and weekend outings when you could have nights spent worrying about getting jumped by a rival gang or mornings waking up to find your best friend has slept on the floor beside you because he had nowhere else to go? Why have the comfort of knowing you can call your parents for advice when you could have the stark reality of making life-and-death decisions on your own before you even hit adulthood?

Why choose the predictability of family game nights when you could have the chaos of running through dark alleyways, the adrenaline of knowing that every step could be your last, and the bittersweet camaraderie of friends who are more like brothers because they've bled and cried with you? Why have parents who sit you down for heart-to-heart talks when you could have an older brother who, with every gruff word and tough-love action, teaches you more about survival and sacrifice than any parent ever could?

Why have a mom who packs your lunch with a note saying "Have a great day!" when you could have an older brother who works double shifts and still finds time to make sure there's food on the table, even if it's just a can of soup and some crackers? Why choose the safety and stability of a traditional family when you could have the raw, unfiltered experience of growing up too fast, learning too much too soon, and loving too deeply in a world that's always one wrong move away from collapsing?

Why settle for a life where your biggest worry is a math test when you could have a life where you're constantly on edge, where every moment is a test of your courage and resilience? Why choose the simplicity of normalcy when you could have the complexity of a life that's shaped by loss and hardship, but also by an unbreakable bond with those who share your struggle?

In a world where nothing is guaranteed, why choose the easy path when the hard one teaches you everything you need to know about loyalty, strength, and what it truly means to be a family?

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In Cold Blood by Truman Capote has my soul rn. Just wanna put that out there.