#pone high

[kikolo-schnuffel]

Special interest and hyperfixation unite

MLP:FiM Season 4 Episode 21

[euniexenoblade]

My gf has been showing me MLP episodes and maybe I'm too high but it seems like this pone-ciety has a fucked caste system

[mimirose113]

I believe that once the brothers grow up and the age gap of 6 years no longer seems so big, Darry and Pony actually get along really well.

I like to think that because they are both athletic, they bond over rock climbing or something similar. Pony has got tall, not as tall as Darry but taller than Soda, and climbing has really bulked him up, so they are both real strong. They trust each other implicitly to the point they like dangling each other over high ledges to get photos to freak Soda out (photos might be a bit au for the timeline but let me dream).

Soda's never sure whether to be supportive of their hobby, or try and discourage them as he is low-key terrified for them (mainly because of Pony's artistic photos). He can still see Pony as his small wide-eyed little brother, so to see the baby of the brothers holding Darry by the wrist over a cliff is so nerve wracking for him.

"What if you drop him, Pone?!"

"Soda, I'm not gonna drop him. Promise."

"He's not going to drop me, Soda. We've practiced plenty. He can hold my weight."

"How on Earth do you practice something like that?"

"Off the roof."

"Excuse me?!"

(edit: link to fic in the reblogs)

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

come high water

tw- referenced domestic abuse

There was something on Darry’s mind, Pony could see it. He had a little frown on his face and Pony could practically see the thoughts spinning behind his eyes. All throughout dinner, Ponyboy’s eyes kept flickering to his big brother. Anxiety was growing in his chest. Was there something he forgot? Was it his turn to cook? 

But Darry didn’t say anything. And while Soda surely noticed his demeanor, he said nothing. Soda just went on and on about his day as usual. Soda volunteered to wash dishes. Ponyboy stood up, intending to go read his book, but Darry called, "Hey, Pone, I wanna talk to you for a sec."

Pony’s heart started thundering in his chest. What did he do? But there wasn’t anger on Darry’s face as he put a hand on Pony’s shoulder and guided him onto the front steps. This was where they used to have important talks with their dad. 

As they sat on the steps, Pony's leg was jogging as he waited for the yelling to start. But Darry didn't say anything for a long moment. Ponyboy looked up at his older brother and saw the furrow of his brow and the melancholy look in his eyes. Something was wrong.

Darry sighed and then looked over at him, "You and I need to have a serious conversation." Pony's heart started to race. Darry's hand squeezed Ponyboy's shoulder, "And before you start panicking, you're not in trouble."

Pony exhaled in relief. "Coulda started with that," he muttered. Darry chuckled. He leaned forward on his knees for a moment, saying nothing. Ponyboy nudged him a little, "What's so serious?"

Darry turned to face Pony and met his eyes. "I fucked up when I hit you that night." Pony started to look away, but Darry caught his chin gently. "Honey, I need you to look at me for this, okay?" Pony fought the urge to look away. He always struggled to meet people's eyes, but for Darry, he would. When their eyes met, Darry smiled sadly. "I love you so much, Ponykid, and I am so fucking sorry that I ever raised a hand to you."

Ponyboy shrugged, "I know you didn't mean it, not really." They’d talked about it a bit when Ponyboy got out of the hospital. Ponyboy knew Darry was still beating himself up for it.

Darry shook his head. "That don't mean anything. You ain't ever supposed to hurt the people you love. Even if it was an accident or I didn't mean it, I still hurt you." Darry took a deep breath. "The point I'm trying to make is that...that's not how you show that you love people."

"I know," Pony said softly. Darry's face was emotional in a way that was unusual. He was earnest in his need to get this point across. "I know that, Dar."

He wrapped his arms around Darry and hugged him. He didn’t know what else to do when there was such clear distress on his brother’s face. Darry returned the embrace, laying one hand on the back of Pony's head and sighing into his hair. They sat like that for a long moment before Darry started to talk again.

"I know you ain't interested in girls yet, but-"

"I wouldn't ever hit someone like that," Pony said quickly, intuiting where Darry was headed.

Darry kissed his head and held him a little firmer, "I know that. You're a good kid. I don’t think you got a mean bone in your body. But if anyone hits you, a girlfriend, a soc, a friend, I need to know, okay? And if you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it, you talk to someone you do."

Pony pulled out of their embrace to look at Darry's face. There was such an intense look on his face and suddenly Pony understood why they were having this conversation. Darry wasn't concerned that Pony would be an abuser. He was terrified that Pony would be hurt again.

"Why are you so worried about that?" Pony asked with a confused frown. "Boys don’t get hit like that."

Darry sighed sadly, "They do, baby, more than you would think. It ain’t about bein’ tough what you can take in a fight. Being hurt by someone in your family, by a partner, it’s different." Ponyboy thought of Johnny and Steve, how bruised they’d been and their pain in their eyes when they talked about their folks. But he’d never heard of a boy being beat on by their girl. "So if you got a girlfriend and she hurts ya, I need to know."

"Why?"

Darry opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, "It’s because of me." The turned around to see Soda standing by the door with his arms wrapped around himself. His hands were still a little wet from the dishes. Soda shuffled over and sat down between the two of them. Immediately, Darry wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his head.

Pony’s heart began to pound, "What are you talking about?"

Soda looked over at Pony with sad eyes, heavy with emotion. "When I…When I was with Sandy, she would hit me sometimes." 

Pony’s eyes widened and he reached out to take Soda’s hand. "I didn’t know."

Soda smiled sadly, "I know, baby. I didn’t want you to. Darry saw her do it one night and he stepped in and stopped her. I made him swear not to tell you what happened." Pony whined and threw his arms around Soda’s waist and squeezed him as hard as he could. He didn’t like the thought of his brother being hurt one bit.

Soda brought a hand up to Pony’s head and ran his fingers through his hair. "I’m so sorry, Soda."

Soda took a deep breath, "That’s why Darry’s so worried, he doesn’t want either of us to get hurt like that again."

"Which is why," Darry continued, touching Pony’s face, "if something like that ever happens, I need you to tell me, savvy?"

Pony nodded quickly, "I will." 

He looked at Soda. There was a question on his mind. Soda never talked about Sandy so Ponyboy never really asked about her. But now he couldn’t help himself, "Did you love Sandy even though she hurt you?"

Soda swallowed thickly, giving himself time to think. Darry reached over and squeezed the back of Soda’s neck in comfort. "Yeah, I did. Part of me still loves her now. It’s complicated, honey. Things aren’t so black and white."

"But she hurt you."

"I know." Soda looked down at his hands, almost in shame. "I know. But that ain’t how you show someone you love them and I…I didn’t realize until ." Ponyboy embraced his older brother again, hearing Soda sniff softly as tears filled his eyes. 

Soda pulled back, "Only if you ask her, should a girl ever hit you."

"Which is a different topic," Darry cut in sharply, giving Soda a look that made him laugh, "that we will discuss when you’re older." Pony was sure his face was the color of a beet. But his brother was laughing so he didn’t mind the embarrassment. "I know I seem overbearing," Darry said softly, "but I’m just trying to keep you boys safe."

Soda leaned into Darry, taking Pony along with him. The three brothers sat embraced on the front steps. Darry wished he could protected his brothers from anyone that wished them harm, but he’d have to make due with just holding them whenever he could and drying their tears.

[pinkslipxox]

Ocean Eyes:

Summary: Miko surprises you by taking you to a Billie Eilish concert and you meet her

Warnings: fluff, slight mention of smut, Billie lowkey flirting with you😚

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Your heart was beating out of your chest.

Tonight Miko gave you the surprise of your life by taking you to a Billie Eilish concert. Wearing hoodies and sweats to evade the attention from the event, you stood in the front row amongst the excited, screaming fans. Miko had her arms wrapped around you protectively the whole time, her hands moving to your hips every now and then so you could jump and cheer. Billie was your favorite artist (next to your girlfriend, of course) and to be there in the audience was a dream come true.

Like the dedicated fan you were, you sang along to every song that Billie sang. Laughed at every joke she told during a break in between songs. You were having the absolute time of you life, and you swore that she sounded more beautiful and ethereal in person.

And if things couldn’t get any better, Miko said that she had another surprise up her sleeve. Which brings you to the reason why you were in backstage in the first place. In a matter of moments, you were about to meet the Billie motherfucking Eilish.

“There she is!” you gasped, a mixture of excitement and anticipation building up inside you as you squeezed Miko’s arm.

Billie stepped down the stairs, hugging and high-fiving her team as she made her way over to you two. She was clad in an oversized white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans with a red bandana and black baseball cap to complete her look. You couldn’t help but stare. God, she looked incredible. Even more so in person.

“Miko! Long time no see,” Billie greeted, giving your girlfriend a friendly hug.

“Definitely. You killed it out there!” Miko praised, grinning proudly at her friend.

Then, Billie smiled at you, her ocean blue eyes looking into yours. “And who might this pretty girl be?”

“This is Y/N. She’s my girlfriend, and a big fan of yours,” Miko introduced you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

“Hey, beautiful,” Billie greeted you, her arms stretched out, and for a moment you were frozen before wrapping your own arms around her.

“H-hi,” you stuttered, starstruck, and Billie laughed softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard many good things about you,” Billie said as the two of you pulled away from your embrace.

“You have?” you squeaked, looking at your smirking girlfriend and then at Billie.

“Of course! Right, Miko?” Billie chuckled.

“Hell yeah, Bills,” Miko confirmed, and your cheeks flushed.

“C-can we get a picture?” you asked, wanting to advert the subject, and Billie obliged.

You took various pictures with Billie. Including some with Miko. It all happened in a blur, yet you knew that the memories being made and the picture would be proof that your meeting with Billie was unforgettable.

“I’m in town for the next three days. We should get together sometime— all three of us,” Billie mused, shooting a wink at you, and you felt heat crawl up your neck.

Miko smirked. “It’s a date.”

You were speechless. Just as you were beginning to process what the fuck had just happened, Billie was called over by Finneas. Before she left, Billie hugged you and Miko goodbye, promising to text tomorrow morning with further details.

“You good there, baby?” Miko asked with a knowing smirk on her lips as you two walked out of the venue.

“What. The fuck. Just happened?” you breathed, almost breathlessly.

“You met Billie Eilish, mama. And we got a date out of it,” Miko chuckled.

You bit your lip. “We did… didn’t we?”

“Damn right we did,” Miko murmured. She then stopped walking and pulled you inside her arms. Her mouth close to your ear, her lips barely brushing, she whispered, “Eres tan preciosa cuando te pones pachosa, mami.”

Before you could even answer, her lips were passionately pressed on yours. You knew you had a lot to thank Miko for. And you definitely showed your gratitude towards her the moment you returned home.

[hollaforlyla]

HII FIRST OF ALL I JUST WANTDD TO SAY I REALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE DAZAI!!!!

ANYHOW COULD I ASK FOR DAZAI WITH A READER WHOS REALLY SICK BUT SHE TRIES TO SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE OR GO SOMEWHERE ALL THE TIME OR EVEN JUST HIDES AROUND THE HOUSE EVERY CHANCE SHE GETS EVEN THOUGH SHES SUPPOSED TO REST IN BED CAUSE SHE HATES BEING BORED/FEELING SICK AND JUST LAYING IN BED ALL DAY

with a energenic, sick reader

dazai<3

warnings: lowercase writing, headcanon format, however told through a short story. female reader!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

a/n: AWH glad you luv my dazai writing!! hope you enjoy reading anon<3

"dazai-NO-i'm not a child! i don't want to stay in bed-"

you kicked your legs as he held you bridal style. although your kicks were heavy and high- he somehow found a way to hold you in place.

"you say your not a child- however not wanting to stay in bed seems very childish to me."

he reasoned. but his reasoning brought him nowhere.

he gently places you on the bed of your shared apartment, hoping you would stay put.

thankfully you did.

"there we go. comfy?" he asked as he pulled the covers over your body.

you grumble, peeking your eyes out as you body was fully covered.

"aeh- don't be so sour~ you have your boyfriend, who loves and cares for you, by your side all day to help you get better!"

"dazai-i have plans with friends today!"

"post-pone it. your sick, 'donna."

"but-"

you were left staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

he kissed your lips before sitting up from the bed and went to make you some lunch.

"we'll see how you feel in the tomorrow~ now stay put, i'll be back in a few minutes."

it was boring.

real boring.

were you even that sick??

yes. you turn into akutagawa and cough for like 20 minutes straight then complain about your throat.

don't lie to yourself.

you looked left and right.

then out the window.

you thought for a moment before nodding to yourself and carefully stepping out of bed and you feet touched your slippers that were on the ground by the bedside.

you grabbed a small sweater and some track pants, quickly throwing them on and quietly left the bedroom.

you sneaked around the hallway and toward the kitchen, where you can hear dazai softly humming to himself.

you peeked your head out to see him steaming some food; you were unsure what they were....

wait- is he cooking??

he can't cook!

he must just be heating them up.

of course.

your sick and he buys store-made food and will probably tell you he cooked it...

YOU CAN SEE THE BOX IN THE TRASH BESIDE HIM-

since he was distraced- you made your move.

you texted your friends your on your way and grabbed your small coat.

it was cold..and you didn't want to get more sick then you already were.

the moment you took your coat and was reaching for your keys, you heard a sinister giggle in your ear.

you screamed, despit it hurting your vocal cords, you whip around to see dazai.

he held your wasit as he spun you around to face him, almsot dipping uou but the wall stopped you from falling on your back.

your back was arched alittle between the wall.

"my, my what's this~? my belladoona trying to sneak out?!" he gasped playfully. "i thought i told you to stay in bed? tch, tch~"

you blushed softly but glared at him, "because i have plans today dazai! i'm not going to post-pone because we're going to watch a movie! the tickets are half-off!!"

he hummed, "but- that doesn't explain why you disobeyed me?"

"yes it does!!"

you felt his hot breath on your neck as he smirked softly.

"you know, this isn't the first time i've caught you sneaking out?"

you cocked your head to the side, "w-what?"

"c'mon~ let's get you back to bed."

"w-w-what?" he teased, "do you really think you can keep things hidden from lil'ol me?"

you rolled your eyes as he pulled away from you, but held your hand with a soft grip as he lead you back inside the apartment.

"but- no dazai! i'm so bored! my friends will hate me!"

"no one can possibly hate you for being sick, my dear~"

"but- i'm bored!"

he chuckled, "then i shall make it less boring! nothing's boring when your with dazai, hmm?"

he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"ugh, your insuffurable!"

"then you must be 10x insuffurable beeeeeecause" he clicks his tounge, "your dating me~"

[latinotiktok]

uf gente me hicieron acordar del gringomoment más ridículo que viví en mi vida. cuando me fui de work and travel trabajé en atención al público, y un día viene un señor a preguntarnos algo de su pase de ski, que al final tenía que ver un manager. bueno, mientras tanto el señor se pone a charlar con mi compi gringo y conmigo, nos pregunta de dónde somos y cuando le digo que soy de argentina me dice "OH!!! DO YOU DRINK YERBAMATE???" y yo como mala argentina (perdón les fallé) le digo que no, que no me gusta.

Y EL LOCO ME DICE "OH GOOD, DID YOU KNOW IT'S LIKE WEED BUT FIVE TIMES MORE EFFECTIVE?" y yo tipo señor es un yuyo, como si fuera un té, no una droga, y el señor NO I KNOW WHAT I'M TAKING ABOUT I READ IT ONLINE!!! y yo pero señor hasta los niños toman mate, no es droga, y el loco seguía NO BUT I READ ON A FORUM THAT IT GETS YOU REAL HIGH

Hasta mi compi gringo diciéndole que nada que ver, hasta que le devolvieron su pase y nos dejó en paz, gringo pelotudo

Todos los que toman mate son marihuaneros so true

[morbidology]

15-year-old Karen Perez from Houston, Texas, had just recently celebrated her Quinceañera and had ambitions of one day working in a day care or animal shelter. She was kind and a good student who often spoke about her excitement of becoming a mother one day. “Her words were as soft as rose petals; she wouldn’t harm a fly,” recalled one of her friends.

On the 27th of May, 2016, however, Karen disappeared. After she was reported missing, a search party was assembled. Attending the search party was Karen’s 15-year-old boyfriend. As he and his father drove around searching, the teenage boy told his father to “just take him home because she is not alive…” His father immediately called the police.

Days later, members of the search party discovered Karen’s body in an abandoned building in the 1600 block of Avenue M, just across the street from South Houston High School. She had been strangled and then shoved into a cabinet under a sink.

Police immediately brought the boyfriend in for questioning and confiscated his phone as well as Karen’s phone. On his phone, police found text messages to Karen in which he demanded she skip school with him on the day she disappeared. When she said she couldn’t, he said he would kill her.

What investigators found on Karen's own cell pone was even more disturbing. She had captured the audio of her own murder. In the audio, her boyfriend was heard sexually assaulting Karen who exclaims “I don’t want to, I told you I don’t want to!” Afterwards, Karen was manually strangled by her boyfriend as she mumbled "I don’t want to die…“

The boyfriend was eventually identified as Jesus Campos Jr. He was convicted of Karen's murder and sentenced to life in prison.

[nwjws]

10 months (TEASER) - SJY

; SYNOPSIS - when you first meet your best friend’s brother, your first thought is, “holy shit, he’s gorgeous.” your second thought is, “holy shit, he’s a baby.” younger guys aren't exactly your thing, but jake insists that your age gap of 10 months really isn’t that big. 

; PAIRING - jake x fem!reader

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, angst, younger!jake, older!reader, not by much though, high school au, inspired by their song, best friend’s brother trope ; WARNINGS - cursing, umm nothing else (for the teaser at least)

; WC - 1k (teaser) full fic est. idk probably more than 5k

; RELEASE - hopefully november 15 (on his birthday!) but may have to post pone a little bc i've got a terrible cough

holy shit, he's gorgeous.

jake sim, your best friend's brother, might just be one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your almost-nineteen years of life. his flawless skin combined with his wild hair gave him that carefree teenage look; the poster boy of a cliché summer fling, coming-of-age movie.

jaena had asked you to join her family at the amusement park, to celebrate jake's birthday. and while you'd known that she had a brother, you'd never actually met him - until now. you suddenly found yourself wishing she had told you to prepare to be blown away by his looks.

you smile at him, giving him a half-hug. "happy birthday!"

jake, snapped out of whatever trance he'd been caught in ever since he first laid his eyes upon you, patting your back. "um, thank you."

your best friend catches him in a headlock, giving him a noogie. "aww, you're eighteen now! no more lying about being an adult online," she teases him.

your heart stops, ears catching on one word in particular. "wait, he just turned eighteen?"

"yeah, he's my younger brother," jaena says.

that has you sitting back against the backrest of your seat, blowing out air as you digested the new information. you glance back at jake, who's eyes are pinned curiously on you.

holy shit, he's a baby.

jaena snorts. jake's eyebrows raise up behind his bangs. did you say that out loud?

"i'm not a baby!" he protests.

"yeah, you are," jaena shoves him lightly.

"woah, my whole perception of you has just changed," you tell him.

jake's jaw drops impossibly further as jaena barks out more laughter.

"what?! what was your first perception of me, then?"

you shake your head, amusement pulling at your features. "doesn't matter now."

as expected, your day at the park was well spent. jaena and jake's parents had gone off somewhere and left you three (and heeseung, who was invited by jake) alone. you guys had ridden the rollercoaster twice, gone on some spinning ride, and a game of laser tag - which, by the way, jake and heeseung had severely lost ('jake! stop staring at y/n!' 'i wasn't!' 'then how did you miss your sister pointing her gun at you when she was right in front of you?!').

when the four of you lined up for bumper cars, jake walked over to your side.

"hey, you wanna share a car with me?"

"me? with you?" you asked in confusion, tilting your head to the side. "why?"

"stealing my best friend from me, jake?" jaena asked.

"precisely," he smiles at her, and takes your hand as you guys reach the front of the line. he pulls you into the passenger seat of a car.

buckling the seatbelt, you jokingly ask jake, "do you need me to hold your hand, you child?"

jake frowns, before his face swiftly contorts into a smirk. "if you feel like you need to hold onto me for support, then sure!"

you roll your eyes at his playfulness. if he'd been older than you, you would have definitely blushed at his reply. instead, he came across to you like a little boy trying to impress an adult. how cute.

it's a fun round, with you and jake bumping into jaena and heeseung's car several times, getting them caught against the edge. when a random pair of strangers you guys didn't know bumped your car, the four of you teamed up and went after the poor kids. you all left the bumper cars ride laughing to the point your stomachs hurt.

after that, jaena dragged you and two boys to the stall games. you and jaena had fun playing one of those shooting games, whilst the other two did something else.

when you met up again, jake handed you three big plushies, a smile as big as them on his face.

"for you!"

jaena scrunched her nose at her brother. "ewww jake are you trying to court my best friend or something?"

"i'm not courting her! what is this, the 18th century?" he maturely poked his tongue out at his sister. "i won these for y/n, you know. do you like them?"

you took one and hugged it. "aw, thanks jakey," you cooed at him, pinching his cheek. "but i think these would find a better place on your bed. you can hug them to sleep."

jake huffed out in annoyance. "why do you keep treating me like a child?"

"because you are a child."

"i'm literally eighteen? i'm a full-grown adult!"

"sorry to break it to you, but eighteen is barely an adult," jaena snorted at him, taking the plushie from your arms.

"how old are you then?" jake asked you, his head tilting to the side. you had to stop yourself from letting out another 'aww'. he looked like a cute puppy asking for attention.

"i'm almost nineteen."

"so you're also eighteen? we're the exact same age."

"no we're not! i'm ten months older," you protested.

"but we're still both eighteen right now! and for the next two months! you're acting like you're my grandma or something..." he muttered.

"well, our age gap was big enough that you were placed in the lower grade. so i do feel like your grandma."

"ten months isn't even that big!" he rolled his eyes.

"why does it even matter?" heeseung shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets as you guys walk towards the rendezvous point you'd be meeting jake's parents at before going back home.

"because she's treating me like a baby!"

"keep whining like that and i'll start to think that you really are," you tease him, jaena laughing at your bickering.

you purse your lips, suppressing a smile as you watch the cute boy leave his sister's side and move over to yours. a whiff of his cologne attacks your nose, but you don't fight it. it's oddly attractive, until you remind yourself of who it belongs to.

no, no, no way. you gulp down your thoughts and feelings, trying to keep a light-hearted expression on your face. 'keep calm and carry on', or whatever it was that old meme said.

you couldn't let your conflicted feelings show. so you pushed away any and all thoughts that you might be falling for your best friend's brother.

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! HII this is scheduled but anyway i hope i can complete this fic within the next 5 days (pray for me) but if not please excuse me my immune system isn't fighting whatever pathogen i have fast enough

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[eviesqueezie]

If you’re still taking writing requests, I’d love to see some Ponyboy and Johnny platonic hurt/comfort! I just love them sm

pony clears his throat, pushing the door to the cade household open slowly- fingers aching with caution.

“johnny? you here?” he took a small step, just so he was inside. he looked around at the piled high stack of dirty plates by the sink, the couch loaded with beer bottles and the walls splattered with what could be blood. pony prayed that it wasn’t.

johnny was sat against the door of his bedroom, black eye and a cut running down one arm. the rest of him was disheveled, hair messy and un greased with specs of wallpaper dotting the black canvas.

“i’m fine, pony. what are you doing here?” johnny pulls himself up, muttering a curse under his breath as his ankle twists beneath him- making him grip onto the wall to steady himself.

“you- you called me.” he paused, taking big strides towards him and wrapping an arm around his waist. “are they out?”

johnny nods as ponyboy guides him over to the couch, pushing all the trash off with his free hand before sitting johnny down.

“cmon, let’s just go to yours. i ain’t wanna be here no more.”

johnny looks upset, frantic, as he pulls himself back up.

“john- you can’t even walk.”

he shrugs, taking a few experimental steps forward that wobble only slightly.

“i’m used to it, please pony.”

his face is red with embarrassment as he looks around the room.

pony gets the message and wraps an arm around his waist again, making it onto the porch and slamming the door behind him.

it doesn’t take them too long to reach the curtis house, which is just as empty as the cade’s. just much, much cleaner.

he sits johnny down onto the couch, rushing to the bathroom to grab the med kit.

“what happened?” he asks as he cleans the wound on his arm with the alcohol wipe. johnny just sighs, leaning back and wincing when the couch rubs against him.

“they were fightin’. i just was there.”

pony wraps a bandage around his arm and grits his teeth, running his tongue over his incisor over and over again.

“yer stayin’ here tonight, please john”

johnny nods in response, smiling slightly as he punches pony’s shoulder lightly.

“you got it, pone.”

[jeneelestrange]

The best weird info dump hobby to get into when you have a chronic illness is historical medicine and quackery. It’s like misinformation mithraditism in that in helps keep you falling for absolutely insane bullshit out of sheer desperation that is just there to take your money, because after a while you will start to notice certain cycles and patterns to how this works(we just discovered a new thing in the body and don’t entirely understand how it works? It must CURE EVERYTHING)

Also it serves a very important constant psychological purpose in that you can think, “Ok yes, we are all trapped in the Byzantine American healthcare system which is set up to help absolutely no one not even the people inside it—healthcare execs only. HOWEVER, at least I wasn’t born a hundred years ago, because I would be dead. I would be dead-dead.”

I can’t tell you HOW MANY PEOPLE I ENCOUNTER are like “But we never used to have conditions like high cholesterol and all these pills for it, what did they do back then huh?????” THEY DIED, JANET. They died of tuberculosis, or fucking pellagra because their diet is made up entirely of hard tack and corn pone, or poisoned milk, or they bled out in child birth from having ten children half of which ALSO died before their first birthday from communicable diseases we now solve with vaccines and antibiotics. Your great Uncle Longevity Georg who survives entirely on whiskey and cigarettes and is somehow a hundred and two years old is somewhat of a fucking outlier, go walk in a really old cemetery sometime and see all the baby graves and get back to me. I may not be healthy but holy shit at least I’m not antivax

[alaskan-wallflower]

here’s a hc of mine if you don’t mind 🙃

darry is so mean to ponyboy for literally no reason. he’s always picking on him and lying to him.

like when pony’s older and and trying to argue that he’s 15/16 he doesn’t need a curfew or god forbid a bed time (his curfew is his bedtime darry somehow got away with that and it’s a high he’s been riding and will continue to ride for years)

but darry’s just sighs and looks at pony with mock concern and says “pony, you know what happens to kids your age when they stay up past curfew”

pony: “im not a little kid anymore darry! ik there’s not a monster that’ll eat me in jail 🙄😒”

darry, disappointed but if he plays his cards right this can be the most hilarious thing he’s ever done ever: “well, duh. you’re too old; the monster only eats kids 8 and under. you’re too tall and lanky for him, no no no, ponyboy. once you’re too big for the monster, you’re fate is wayy worser”

pony, so fucking still one would think him a statue: “what. the fuck! are you talking about”

darry, in a nonchalant voice bc if he were to be “scared” pony would get too scared and tht isn’t his intention: “yeah, what do you think bad dreams and night terrors are? it’s your punishment for missin curfew. but when you’re really bad and miss curfew by more than 4 hours, not only do they drag you to jail like your a kid again, they put you on death row.”

pony: “death? like the chair??”

darry, snorting while pretending to get ready for bed himself: “way worse than that, pones.”

pony, damn near shitting himself tryna imagine something worse than night terrors or the electric chair: “what’s worse than-“

and he looks at darry all terrified, and darry’s annoying ass, who’s only doing all this because he knows ponyboy isn’t gonna go crawling to him if he wakes up scared but instead to soda, nods his head to confirm wtv horror pony’s imagined.

safe to say pony has always been back home about an hour before curfew ever since

pony’s so gullible oh my god 😭😭 i feel like they’d do this a lot more when their parents were alive rather than later……like i can totally see darry and soda like ganging up to get pony to play along with the rules lol-i feel like their parents were also a lot more lenient with pony because he’s the youngest so they just did that kind of thing to make it more fair-they’re all so stupid i love them

[outsidersheadcanons]

Do you think Darry was at that stage of his life where he was like "God, get me out of here!"

He was close to Darrel. The man was his favorite person in the whole world. But Darry was 19-20ish he was fresh out of high school for a while and needed to save money for College. He was so close to moving out, he had the down payment for an apartment and everything. Darry wanted to be his own man away from his Dad's name and face. He wanted to have his own identity---at collage. Where people would call his name to talk to him, not mistake him for his Dad or talk about his Dad.

He loved his mother but he was getting annoyed with her pestering him about doing all the hard labor chores, like cleaning the gutters, chopping the wood, tilling the garden in the back. All the chores Darrel couldn't do cause he was working. He also didn't like that she poked her nose into his love life, "What happened to that girl you brought over last week?" Like every girl he laid eyes on he was going to marry or something. He loved his mom, but the coddling at his age was aggravating.

He loved his brothers, but they were getting on his last nerves too. Sodapop just learned how to drive and kept bugging him to borrow his car--"For the last time, no!" Darry found himself saying every time Sodapop was in his vision and opened his mouth. And Ponyboy? Well, the kid was stressed out because he had been bumped up a grade and always went to him for homework help and Darry didn't want to be bothered with that. He wasn't a parent. "Darry, how do I find the value of a fraction?" "Work it out, Pone. I showed you a million times last night."

Darry just wanted his freedom, not to be some slave or second parent around the house.

yes I do think so. Don’t get me wrong this guy loves his family, but he really wanted some space and independence 😭

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

ocean water

I wrote this based on this post by @stardust-sunset

When Darry was nineteen, he thought he had everything figured out. He came home after his first college semester the happiest he’d ever been. Ponyboy and Soda tackled him into a hug, wishing him a happy birthday, even though his birthday wasn’t for a few days.

Three nights later, everything changed. He sat on the couch with his brothers sobbing against him, too stunned and scared to even breathe correctly. He identified their bodies alone, saving his brothers the pain. The next day, he filed for guardianship.

After that night, he felt adrift in the ocean. Somehow he didn’t drown, he was treading water, holding his brothers up and letting water seep into his mouth. They needed air more than him. 

Darry padded down the hall and peered into his brothers’ bedroom. He’d been doing it more and more after Ponyboy ran away. It eased his mind, just making sure that they were safe and sound before he himself could rest.

Soda lay flat on his back, arms extended out. Pony was curled on his side, his back to Soda’s side. They looked so young, god, they were young. But…they also weren’t. Soda was nearly seventeen. And Ponyboy, he was going to graduate high school soon.

Soon enough, they wouldn’t need him anymore. Soda would find a girl and get married and be able to support himself. Ponyboy was going to head off to college and start a life, a life far away from Tulsa.

And where would that leave Darry?

In his parents’ old house, working the same construction job. 

He has a purpose, caring for his brothers. When they’re gone, when they don’t need him, what is he supposed to do? It’s hard to look after them, he has to work his ass off. Yet he wouldn’t change anything, he wouldn’t even dream of it. The two of them were everything to him.

As he looked at his sleeping brothers, tears came to his eyes. It was ridiculous. Them moving out wasn’t even on the horizon, but he’d always been good at looking to the future. Sometimes it didn’t work out in his favor. Part of him wished that they could stay young forever, that they would always need him.

He wondered if that’s how parents feel when they think about their kids. Darry didn’t think of himself as a father to Soda and Pony. He was their brother, their guardian. As far as he was concerned, Sodapop and Ponyboy were his in a way that he couldn’t ever explain. 

“Dar?” A groggy voice interrupted. Ponyboy squinted in the darkness at him, pushing himself up onto his forearm. “What’s goin’ on?”

Darry couldn’t help but smile at his baby brother, “Go back to sleep, Pone.”

He shook his head and sat up more, “You’re crying.”

He swore under his breath and quickly wiped his eyes. Ponyboy kicked the blankets off of his legs and padded over to his brother. Like a puppy accessing something new, Pony tipped his head to the side and looked at Darry. Then he wrapped his arms around Darry’s middle and hugged him. 

Darry sighed and brought a hand to Pony’s head and held him close. Their relationship was still rocky at times, but it had gotten so much better lately. Darry savored every moment with his little brother when they had spent so much time at odds.

“What’s happenin’?” Soda’s voice was thick with sleep, words drowsy. 

“Darry’s upset,” Pony told him before Darry could say anything. 

Pony took him by the wrist and led him over to the bed. Soda was sitting up and reached out for him, catching the hem of Darry’s shirt. Soda’s hands were clumsy from sleep, but he managed to manhandle Darry into nearly falling on top of him on the bed.

Somehow his brothers maneuvered him into the middle of the bed, each curling up beside him. “What’s wrong?” Soda asked. He pushes against Darry’s shoulder like a cat trying to get comfortable. 

“I just want y’all to stop growing up so fast,” Darry told them, wrapping an arm around them. “Soon enough you won’t need me anymore.” To his surprise, both of his brothers burst into laughter. Darry looked down at them with a glare, “What?”

Soda looked up at him, “We’re never not gonna need you. Hell, I’m gonna be forty years old and still comin’ round to steal your food.” 

Pony chuckled, “And what’s the point of having a handy big brother if I can’t make you fix my roof and plumbing.”

Darry rolled his eyes, “Y’all are some nightmares.”

Soda laughed and poked Darry’s side, “Nightmares that will bother you until you’re an old, old man.”

“Which is gonna be pretty soon,” Pony teased. 

Darry wrapped an arm around Pony and dug his knuckles into his hair. Pony squawked and tried to swat him away, nearly falling off the bed in the process. Once the three of them had stopped laughing, Darry hugged his brothers close. 

“Just don’t grow up too fast, savvy?”

“Hear that, Pone?” Soda asked, reaching over to slap Pony’s wrist gently. “Another year of presents from Santa.”

His brothers giggled. “If you don’t get your asses to sleep in the next ten minutes, all you’re gettin’ for Christmas is coal.”

Darry tried to get out of the bed, but his brothers attached themselves to his sides like barnacles. They were both smiling, clearly pleased with themselves. He shook his head fondly and turned his head to press a kiss to each of their heads. Soda squeezed his side in response and Pony melted against him.

His brothers weren’t grown up yet, he could savor moments like this a little longer.

[lapsusophobia]

you have beaten my heart

Status: scrapped/unfinished

TW: none

Pair(s): Erikstine

Note: well, my plans including working on the next chapter for my Heart Phic are post-poned ‘till I find sometime to breath without having academic work slowly driving me to insanity. anyways, this was done back in February (I know, long time) for an English Assignment but I decided to transcribe it into my Google Docs as well. it’s a short POTO Modern AU (with 1990 Miniseries Erik and Christine) in which Erik is Christine’s canto teacher. enjoy xx

“I’m tired.” Christine finally broke the silence which started to press on her shoulders as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her poor spine. Her response was weak, however, resembling a murmur, a shy whisper, a person on the verge of tears rather than the strong, confident and beautiful woman she was. Her voice, though, had lost its courage, and was now merely helping her. Her jade green eyes were stormy, gray of weariness, and she began to feel her eyelids heavy like a pair of iron cuffs, keeping them open seemed suddenly a work too though.

She gulped a sip of tea, still hot enough to burn her tongue, but didn’t seem to mind that much. The warm, sweet aroma of lavender compensated for the little sting she got on the tip of her tongue, and the honey did help her slightly sore throat. Her golden beige curls couldn’t be tamed anymore by the elastic nor the hair pins which kept it still for the whole day. They were now falling freely on her shoulders like an aureade cascade, her hair accessories resting on the little coffee table next to the tea tray. She kept her gaze fixed on the graphite coloured wooden floor, too foolish to face her Maestro.

“Christine.” Erik interrupted her, yet not in a harsh manner. He spoke softly, gently, with an envying calm in his voice. “I don’t want you to feel like you are being forced to tell me what’s gnawing you so bad. You don’t have to do it if you feel like I might not be worth your trust. But if you wish, if you consider me worthy of helping you lift this heavy rock off your chest, please, look me in the eyes. We are no Maestro and student now. I am just a man, and you are just a woman. I won’t judge you for whatever may not let you sleep at night. Do you trust me, Christine Daaé?”

And the problem was that she did, she did trust him. Trusted him so heavily that she would let her heart in his hands to take care of it. In fact, she already had. She let her voice in his care, to modelate it, to train her to perfection. She let him help her sew herself a pair of golden wings for her to stretch open one day and fly, fly high to the sky. If there was any other glass in this world other than hers in which Christine would pour her soul into like a fine wine, it would be Erik’s cup. For she knew that he wouldn’t spill a single drop of her essence and nor take advantage of it.

And she would have trusted him with other things as well.

[mayblossomss]

Whumptober Day 11: Loneliness

One hundred days.

It had been one hundred days since Ponyboy had his last conversation with Johnny Cade. How had one hundred days already passed? Why did it feel like it had only been both a week and a year since he'd last spoken to his best friend? Would it ever stop hurting?

How long was it supposed to take to move on? Soda was able to stop looking too gloomy after a week or so, while Darry told him he was supposed to keep living normally after two weeks. Even though Ponyboy returned to a 'normal' schedule, in the three-ish months that had passed, he never filled the loneliness that wrapped itself around him.

He wasn't alone. He had his brothers, who made it their priority to keep his spirits high. He had Two-Bit and Steve, who were great company, but would never replace Johnny and Dally. He also had Curly, who he'd begun to hang around with more frequently, but was often getting locked up and leaving Pony all alone.

None of them were Johnny, though. None of them were Dallas. Ponyboy couldn't have a silent conversation with any of them like he did with Johnny. He couldn't admire but be wary of any of them as he was with Dally. Everyday he was reminded of how nothing would be the same. It felt impossible to move on.

Oh, and it was so painfully lonely. The switch from having a best friend who knew him better than he knew himself, to being completely and utterly alone was brutal. He could have all of the friends in the world, but without Johnny, he'd always be alone.

Ponyboy sat in his room, Johnny's note on his lap, but his eyes weren't on the letter. He was staring numbly at the wall across from him, lost in thought-- lost in reminiscence.

Soda walked in, a skip in his step. He opened his mouth, about to launch into a dramatized story about work, when he saw his miserable brother. "Pone?"

Pony's eyes flickered up to him. "Huh?"

"Are you okay?" Even though Ponyboy nodded, Soda wasn't convinced. "You sure? You know you can tell me."

He inhaled before replying softly. "It's been a hundred days."

Soda tilted his head to the side. "Since?"

"Since they died."

His eyes widened at his younger brother's words, before a frown came to his lips and sympathy filled his eyes. "Oh, kiddo..." Sitting down beside him, he wrapped an arm around him and squeezed. "It's gonna be okay."

"I miss them," Pony confessed, voice scratchy as tears came to his eyes.

"We all do," Soda mumbled and kissed his head gently. "But you're going to be okay."

"But I'm lonely."

Sodapop's eyebrows furrowed, a bemused expression forming. "Lonely? Shoot, Pone, you've got us."

"It ain't the same," Pony disagreed.

"It isn't?"

"No."

Soda stayed with Ponyboy for a bit longer, but finally Pony got up and left, making up some story about needing to go to the convenience store. Once he slipped away, Ponyboy headed in the direction of the graveyard. He paused before two small headstones. The writing was getting hard to read as nobody cleaned the graves, but Pony knew already what they said.

Johnny Cade: 1967

Dallas Winston: 1967

It was cruel to reduce both boys to simply three simple words. No, not even words: only their names and the year they died. If Ponyboy had the money, he'd give them proper headstones. Ones that gave them their full names. Ones with their birthdays and with dedications to their lives.

Johnny deserved to be recognized as the hero he was. Dallas, despite not having many notable achievements, was just as much a hero as Johnny was and should've been recognized for such too.

Ponyboy leaned against Johnny's grave, tears sliding down his cheeks. He supposed it would be like this at every milestone. Johnny's birthday, Dally's birthday, a year without them, two years without them, at Pony's graduation--

Shit, it hurt to think about all of that. When he pictured his future, Pony used to always see Johnny right there by his side, but that wasn't possible anymore, was it? He'd have to graduate all by himself. His best friend would never even see him.

He'd be on stage, and his family would be in the crowd before him, but he'd be alone. Ponyboy would always be alone, he realized, because without Johnny, he may as well have been missing a part of himself.