#remember how good of parents they were gonna be

[magic-crazy-as-this]

My Jason headcanons?

(gonna cheer you up so freakin' good, op) Jason owned this phone specifically in the mid-00s because damn were they cool.

He also spent a whole afternoon meticulously applying stickers of his logo to the back of it and then covering them with nail varnish so they didn't peel off.

Jason surrounds himself with lots of symbols of death and bad luck as a kind of "defiance" of what happened to him. (this is less cute but hey)

His leather jacket has patches of Santa Muerte, and an Aces And Eights, he carries a white bic lighter, his bike has a decal of a black cat, etc.

Jason still has a place in the Crime Alley neighbourhood and looks after the people there. He once accidentally gave a weed brownie instead of a regular one to the little old lady next door.

She is really hopped up. She won't stop telling him about how many Presidents she's slept with. She brought him muffins. She is going to set him up with one of her granddaughters.

He once went to her apartment because he was quietly worried about an old lady living in Crime Alley by herself.

She owns an extensive collection of disco records. There are pictures of her wearing outfits that remind him WAY too much of Dick's first costume. She has a rifle over her mantle 'just in case'. She casually mentions that she knows about the heads-in-duffel-bags thing. She offers him a teacake.

She used to run these streets, you see. She says that she believes that this Red Hood fellow is secretly a very nice young man deep down. She gives Jason a look.

But it turns out that's not all they have in common...

She tells him that he reminds her of a little boy who used to run around the alleys a lot.

What was his name? Jacob? Jackson?

She remembered that his parents would lock him out of their apartment when they were fighting, even if it was a blizzard outside and he had no coat. And they fought a lot. She would invite him in to watch her stories and have a cup of hot cocoa. She wondered a lot about what happened to that little boy, he disappeared one day. She hopes he turned out to be a nice young man, too.

I write cute stories/RP's about an OC that's Jason's sister, Penelope

I won't say too much because this isn't about her, but one cute thing is that they used to snuggle up a lot when they lived on the streets together for warmth and safety. Even today whenever they feel lonely, they'll get cuddly!

ALSO HAVE A PLAYLIST IF YOU WANT:

Today has been an extra super shitty day for me... 😭

I'd love it if you can share your daily-life / mundane Jason headcanons 🥹

[pinkpalaceblogs]

How sbsf!chris and bsf!LS met blurb! (?)

Warning! Mentions of underage drinking (dont do this!), cursing, sharing a bed for the first time. Lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i made up a fake school name bc im to lazy to look one up.

November 23rd, 2020 (we are just gonna pretend covid wasn’t a thing)

“Aren’t you supposed to be the older mature one?” You say as you half ass carry your sister out of the long awaited over hyped party thrown by one of the lacrosse boys. “God you fucking reek of cheap vodka” you add letting out a sigh.

“Y/n…. Did… did i ever tell you how much i looooove you!” She exclaims throwing her arms around your shoulders. “Yes many times but your drunk and I need to sneak you in before mom and dad realize im gone too and we both end up grounded.” Turning your sister to her side as you drape one of her arms over your shoulders and wrap ur arm around her waist.

Your struggling to even walk with how drunk she is. She finally takes you both down. “Goddamn lys, your too fucking drunk. You cant even walk straight. You cant go home like this.” You let out a huff brushing your hair out your face. Sitting in the ground contemplating life at this point. Your stuck you dont know what to do.

“Yo lys?! You good?” You hear a guy call out. Looking up you see him. Christopher Sturniolo. Sure you know of him. You know he’s friends with your sister, and some of the girls in your school have hooked up with him, you’ve just never met him in person or spoke to him. That also maybe because you don’t even go to the same school as your sister. You wanted a better education and talked your parents into letting you go to a private school.

Chris leans down and helps her up. It takes your sister a minute but once she realizes its him she lets out an excited squeal wrapping her arms around his neck “CHRIS! Where have you been?! Ive been looking for you all night… oh my god were you with one of your slu- okay kid your talking to much” he cuts her off. He looks over at you raising an eyebrow.

“And who are you?” He asks looking you up and down. “Y/n… Lys’ sister.” You answer bluntly. He looks at you like you have 3 heads. “OH YEA! Chris i forgot to mention it. Like ever but this is my sister y/n! Shes in a private school so shes like never home but shes home for thanksgiving break! And i missed her so much. You little shit why did you leave me here?!” She reaches out to you now crying stumbling causing you both to fall again.

“Fuck!” You yell out as she lands on top of you heads clashing together. “Lys get off of me dude. Cmon get up. You cant go home like this. Fuck am I gonna have to sneak you into grans?” You push her off of you standing up again. This time Chris helping you stand her up straight. “She can stay at my place. She usually does when shes like this. My parents dont mind. They always help make up an excuse when it comes to your mom and dad. You can stay too if you’d like.” He says draping lys’ arm over his shoulder looking at you.

“I dont know… shes like messy drunk… i wouldnt want anything to happen.” You say looking up at him. “Hey shes been to my house worse. She broke my moms favorite vase once. Its okay. You guys can sleep in my bed ill crash with one of my brothers.” He says as he looks around finally he spots a boy that looks just like him? Twin maybe?

“Yo Matt we gotta go. Project get Lys inside before she runs off is a go. I’ll start the car get Nick.” Matt sighs walking over looking at Lys “you really need to lighten up on the alcohol kid.” He says brushing her hair out of her face. “Nick went home already. Something about having to finish his project for the yearbook.” Matt finally looks your way “who’s this? Chris your not bringing a random girl back to- Nah bro its Lys little sister apparently” Chris cuts Matt off.

“Maaaatttttt I missed youuuuuu” Lys says giving the boy a peck on the lips your eyes widen Lys looks at you “y/n… remember the guy that i told you about that ive known for a very long time and thought he was cute and sexy and hot and i wanted to date him. Its Matt. Hes my boyfriend now. Been for like a year now!” She beams over at you grinning ear to ear.

“Ohhhh so your Matt, she talks about you A LOT. Didnt know you were brothers with him.” You say pointing at Chris “let alone twins” you add. They both snicker “Twins? Nah were triplets kid. The other one just went home early.” Chris laughs. Triplets?! “Hate to burst yalls convo but i reallllyyy have to pee and i wanna sleep in matts bed y/n can sleep with Chris!”Lys exclaims.

“Uhm no its okay. Ill just sleep on the couch. Im gonna follow behind you guys in my car.” You say pointing back at your 2018 Chevy Malibu. “No our mom would light us on fire if we let you sleep on the couch. Did you drink? How much? Chris can drive you.” Matt speaks up. “Ive had like 3 seltzers. I should be fine.” You say pulling your keys out of your bag. Chris snatching them out of your hand. “Yea im not letting my best friends little sister drink and drive. C’mon plus its better than driving alone” he shoots you a small grin.

The car ride was silent. The faint sound of pyramids by Frank Ocean playing in the background. “So what private school do you go too?” Chris speaks up breaking the silence. “Oh uhm i go to St. Marias all girls school.” You say as you dig in your bag looking for your phone. “Ahhh thats pretty far. Like a 2 maybe 3 hour drive from here?” He says “wouldn’t you know” you mumble back.

“What did you say?” He says looking over at you “I mean for it to be as far as it is from Somerville you sure do got a rep there.” You say. This time taking your seatbelt off and turning the light on in the car searching for your phone. “So youve heard about me?” He asks. Still looking for your phone you lean into the back over the middle console not really paying attention on how chris gots a full view of your ass.

He takes in a sharp breath looking back towards the road. “I mean its really not that hard to hear about you when all the girls on campus FOUND IT!” You cut yourself off in excitement turning back around and putting your seatbelt back on. “But yea all the girls in campus talk about you.” He lets a little hum. “What do they say?” He asks.

“I mean im sure you know, that your you know good at stuff.” You say scrolling through your phone. “What kinda stuff.” Hes nudging the answer out of you. You know he is. Your not dumb. “Im not answering that. Im sure you have context clues. Unless you’re some brainless jock of a senior.” You say shaking your head looking towards him. He lets out a little laugh.

You guys finally make it home and see that Matt and Lys have already beat you guys there. Heading inside tiptoeing up the stairs you walk into Chris’ room. He grabs a pair of plaid pants and a white tee and hands them to you. “You can change in here ill step out.” He says. “Thanks” you mumble back. After getting dressed you tell him he can come back in.

He grabs a pillow and a blanket off the back of his gaming chair throwing them on the floor. You assumed its for you so you kneel down. “What are you doing?” He says “going to sleep?” You question. “Nah you can sleep on the bed. Ill sleep on the floor.” He says “oh okay” you say getting up and climbing into the bed.

After about 30 mins of hearing Chris huff and puff and stir around on the ground you finally sit up. “Chris. Just sleep in the bed. I dont mind. Its yours anyways” you say. “Are you sure. I dont wanna make you uncomfortable” he says. “Yea just stay on one side ill stay on the other.” You say as you lay back down and turn facing the wall. He crawls in behind you. “Goodnight y/n” he says. “Yea goodnight Chris” you say closing your eyes. Drifting to sleep.

BOW!

I feel like this was very long idk. But update wooooooo.

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @chriss-slutt

[delilaha]

In another universe, where Ponyboy is a girl, it's not exactly socially acceptable for girls to go around beating up others, nevermind the socs. But that doesn't mean she can't get them back.

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If you asked Penelope Curtis what the worst day of her life was, she'd give you three answers: the night her parents died, the day of their funeral, and the day Sodapop's best friend carried him into their house, unconscious, all but collapsing under his weight.

She remembers it so perfectly; the agonizing groan Soda let out at every poke and prod, the way Penny and Steve practically shouted at each other because they couldn't agree on how to treat him, how scary it all felt because Darry wasn't home to help. And when he did come home, it was still a shit show. She tried to ignore the way he blew up at Steve, how his voice rose with every question and how she just wanted him to stop because Soda's wince kept getting more defined with each syllable. How she had to keep pressing towels to the cut on his temple because it just kept perpetually bleeding, and how it all haunted her dreams when Darry finally convinced her to go to bed.

She made Darry let her stay home the next day so she could keep watch over Sodapop because he couldn't, telling him that she'd deliberately fail all her tests and quizzes that day if he made her go in. Although Penny knew she was only a bother to Soda because all there was to do for him was to wake him up every ten minutes or so, so scared to death that his concussion got the better of him while she was occupied with something else. She remembered when Johnny came a little later that morning, and how he paled when he saw Soda laid up on the couch, knowing that all he could think about was his own jumping less than a year back. He really tried to help Penny out, but it looked like he was about to either throw up or cry, or both, so she gave him two dollars and sent him to the corner store a few blocks away to get another bottle of Aspirin.

She remembered how the gang came over later that day, the house stiff with talks of a rumble from Dally and Steve, Two-Bit's less than effective attempts at cracking jokes, Johnny's terrible nail-biting habit as he stood off to the side, and Darry's tense form hovering over Penny, who was kneeling by the edge of the couch, helping Soda eat some chicken broth and crackers. That was probably the only good part of her day, too, to see Sodapop perked up a bit, just enough to eat. He dozed off pretty quickly afterwards.

That was a week ago. Now, as Penny sat in her eighth period physics class, all she could think about were the events to come. They were supposed to be rumbling tonight, her brother's jumping supposedly being the last straw. She desperately wished she could join them, but let's be honest, she knows she'd get absolutely bodied out there. Hell, she could hardly beat Johnny in a wrestling match, and she's pretty sure half the time he's going easy on her. She's no match for a bunch of 15-20 year old boys and they'd have her down for the count in a matter of minutes, but that doesn't mean she doesn't dream of knocking them out and spitting on their torpid bodies.

Soda wasn't too happy when he figured out he wasn't gonna be fighting, either. He's a million times better than he was when he was first brought home and the days following, but according to Darry, he's healing a little too slowly for his liking. He hasn't been able to go back to work yet, and mostly whenever Penny sees him, he's lounging on the couch taking a nap or watching the tv because it's all he could really do. He still has a slight limp from the massive bruise trailing down the side of his leg where the socs kicked him real good, and his headaches have yet to cease. So Penny was supposed to be keeping company with Sodapop tonight while everyone else fought for him at the rumble.

"How's everything going, guys? Anyone need help?" The physics teacher, Miss Austen, called from the front of the room, snapping Penny out of her deep thought. She whipped her head up, then looked back down at her worksheet in front of her, groaning quietly when she saw she had only answered two questions and filled the margins with doodles. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, grabbing her pencil again, and attempted to answer the third question.

"Need help?" Another voice spoke, and Penny turned her head to see her desk neighbor, Chrissy, had asked her.

"Oh, no, sorry. Just thinking," Penny told her, resting her head in her hand, sighing. She saw Chrissy nod and turn back to her work out of the corner of her eye, and thought that was the end of it, but she continued.

"How's your brother doing? Any better?" Chrissy asked, not looking up from her worksheet.

Chrissy was a nice girl. Well, nice is not something many people would agree with, based on the amount of times she's had detention because of one hallway fight or another, but she was real good at science and always helped Penny when she needed it. Penny noticed Chrissy didn't really open up to many people, but they never seemed to have trouble talking to each other.

"Yeah. He'll probably go back to work tomorrow." Penny responded. Chrissy looked up from her worksheet with a wince.

"Damn, after a week? They must've gotten him good, huh?" She asked, sincerity in her voice. Penny's smile faded and she looked back down at her paper.

"Yeah. It wasn't pretty," She told Chrissy, picking at her nails.

"You know, I remember when my brother got jumped too," Chrissy said, when she suddenly leaned in and said real quietly, "And I don't know how you're not busting at the seams. My brother wasn't half as bad as yours and I wanted to strangle someone."

Penny snickered at this. "Oh, trust me, I do, too. But I'm gonna do something tonight."

"Whaddya gonna do? Rumble?" Chrissy asked, her voice still just above a whisper.

"No. I wish. My brothers would lock me in my room 'till I'm thirty if I ever even mentioned the idea." She mumbled, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know what I'll do yet. I have to think about it."

"You know what kind of car they were drivin'?" Chrissy asked lowly after a moment, still leaned in.

"Uh, a light blue corvette, I think," P thinks she may remember S saying something about a blue corvette when they asked him one night. "How come?"

Chirssy's mouth then turned up into a smile that meant no good. "You could wreck their car."

Penny's head snapped up at this, looking at Chrissy incredulously, thinking she was joking. But her blue eyes held a cold seriousness to them and it left Penny thinking for a minute.

"Sneak out tonight to the rumble. Take a bat with you, find the car, and just go ham on it. No one's gonna hear shit over the fight." Chrissy continued, almost under her breath. Penny nodded, gnawing at her fingernail.

It's true, it could work.

See, recently Darry's been making Soda take a cup of Nyquill every night at 10 to help him fall asleep quicker and longer. It's a remedy their mother insisted on any time one of her kids were sick or hurt and had trouble falling asleep because of it. It worked like a charm every time Darry got hurt from a football game, all the times Penny got sick with a cold or flu, or when Soda got into the usual shenanigans he would as a kid and got himself hurt. And eventually Sodapop was lucid enough to realize that it was hard for him to fall asleep because of the pain, and Aspirins didn't take much of an effect on him. But Nyquill? Oh boy, does it knock him out.

And tonight, the rumble is scheduled to start at 10:30. These rumbles have begun to start later and later because the fuzz are catching onto them more and more. Johnny says sometimes he sees their cars are hanging out by the lot on random nights, and there was a smaller rumble, on the other side of town not too long ago between a few other gangs that didn't include their own, that was shut down within fifteen minutes of it starting by the cops.

So the rest of the gang will probably leave at 10:20 the latest, meaning that Darry'd be home to make sure Soda took his routinely Nyquill, and he'd easily be conked out, or at least close to it, by the time the rumble starts. And then, Penny could strike.

"I like that idea," Penny responded, a smile forming on her lips.

"You just gotta make sure you don't get caught. God knows what'd they do to you if they did." Chrissy advised, and Penny nodded silently. They'd get the cops involved so fast it'd make her head spin, despite the fact they'd have no trouble paying to get it repaired with their mommy and daddy's money. But it's not like they'd jump her, no way.

Right?

Suddenly the bell rang, snapping the two girls out of their conversation with a jolt. They packed their backpacks to go to their last period, and while Penny was hauling her bag onto her shoulder, Chrissy spoke up again.

"But hey, if they do catch you, I was never involved, got it?" She told Penny, with a joking grin on her face. "Good luck if you follow through."

"Sure, Chrissy. Thanks," Penny said, returning the smile. Chrissy swiftly left the room and Penny adjusted the straps to her bag, turning to leave when he accidentally knocked shoulders with a soc girl behind her.

"Oh, sorry," Penny mumbled. The girl didn't respond, but Penny didn't notice the knowing, suspicious stare as she walked away.

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"About time, thought we were gonna hafta' go back in there to find you," Two-Bit joked as Penny approached his old, beat-up truck. Steve rolled his eyes, then trudged into the passenger's seat, looking as if he'd been waiting years to finally go home. Johnny stood up from where he was leaning against the truck and gave her a smile. "What were you doing in there?"

"I had to go back to my fifth period class to get my notebook. Sorry," Penny answered, opening the back door and throwing her bag inside, climbing in, Johnny following suit.

"Did anyone say anything about tonight?" Steve asked from the front seat once they began to drive out of the parking lot. Penny almost said something about her and Chrissy talking about it, but stopped herself. She didn't need them to ask too many questions about what they were talking about and accidentally let her plan slip. So instead she just bit her tongue and looked out the window, but Two-Bit spoke up.

"Well, it's fists only, but we knew that. But the guy who was driving the car when they jumped Soda, Scott Whats-His-Face, he's in my math I think, and I heard the guy talking about how excited he was," He said, with an incredulous smile. Steve let out a loud groan from beside him.

"For what, the face pounding he's gonna get?" Steve grumbled, and the other three snickered. Penny had no doubt Steve was gonna mess that guy up. She almost felt bad that he'll have to crawl to his car afterwards, only to find it to be wrecked. But the feeling vanished just as quick as it came and her mouth formed into a smile.

They continued to talk about the upcoming rumble for the rest of the short ride home, mainly between Steve and Two-Bit ranting and joking in the front seat with Johnny every so often giving his input. But Penny kept quiet, listening in occasionally, but mostly thought about her own plans. She thought about what she'd have to bring; a bat, a black hoodie to hide herself, and maybe a blade if things got sticky and someone caught her. But she'll have the bat, so worst come to worst she could just wack the attackers in the head, and they'll already be pretty disheveled from the fight, so-

"Kid! We're here! You gonna come inside or stay in here all night?" A voice spoke, and her eyes snapped over to see Two-Bit twisted around in the front seat to get a look at her. Johnny was looking at her worriedly, and Steve was already climbing up the porch steps, probably not having the patience, but then again, when does he ever?

"Oh, sorry, just thinkin'" Penny mumbled, and Two-Bit huffed. The three of them then climbed out of the truck, and Two-Bit ruffled her hair.

"Always got your head in the clouds, don't ya?" Penny giggled, slapping Two-Bit's hand away.

Once they were inside, Penny was a little surprised to see the couch vacant. That was, until she heard talking coming from the kitchen. She walked into the room, abandoning her bag by the door, as she walked into the kitchen, while Two-Bit planted himself on the couch, and Johnny walked to the bathroom. Penny walked into the kitchen, following her brother's laughter, and was pleased to see him up and about the kitchen, seeming to have something in the oven. She smiled, knowing how better he was feeling. He always liked to bake something when he had nothing better to do, and by the smell of it, it was one of his famous chocolate cakes.

"Hey, there's my favorite little sister!" Soda exclaimed with a beaming smile when she walked into the room, and he approached her, locking her in a light headlock and rubbing the top of her head.

"I'm your only sister!" She laughed, as she tried to get out of his grip. Eventually he let go of her, retreating back to the counter and grabbed a bowl full of chocolate frosting.

"Here, try the frosting. Stevie here said it was too sweet, but I don't think it's sweet enough," He rambled, holding out a spoon covered in chocolate frosting for Penny to try. She took it, almost hesitantly, because nine times out of ten, the frosting he made was so sweet it felt like it would rot her teeth off if she left it in her mouth too long.

"Well, it definitely doesn't need anymore sugar," She said, trying to hold back a grimace. Sodapop rolled his eyes and yanked the frosting covered spoon back.

"Ugh, why is everyone in this house practically allergic to sugar?" He griped, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

"Nah buddy, your taste buds are just messed up. It's not an us problem," Steve argued back,a mischievous smile playing on his face as he leaned back in the kitchen chair.

"Wow, saying that to your injured, hurt friend, is just... wow," Soda said in an offended voice, putting his hand over his chest. Penny rolled her eyes with a smile, grabbing the pack of cigarettes she left there the night before off the table, leaving the two to argue as she walked out to the porch.

She lit the cigarette as soon as she stepped outside, desperate as she hadn't had any yet. She collapsed onto the porch swing, hardly having taken a full drag yet before the front door opened up again. She turned her head to see Johnny walking outside, who silently sat down next to her. She wordlessly handed him a cigarette, knowing he'd ask, and he muttered a thanks.

"So, you okay?" Johnny asked as he lit his cigarette.

"Yeah, why?" Penny responded, a little surprised at the question.

"You seemed a little zoned out in the car. I know you're tired an' all, with Soda and everything, but just wanted to make sure," He told her, holding his cigarette between his fingers. "Worried about tonight?"

She took a deep drag of her cigarette, wondering if she could tell him about her plans for the night. Johnny's her best friend, she could trust him, right? It's not like he'd be blabbering about it like Two-Bit would. Plus, maybe it'd be good if someone knew where she'd be.

"If I tell you something, you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Got it?" She said somberly, keeping her voice low and leaning in a bit. She knows how easily people could hear onto the porch from the inside of the house; she's heard countless things happen on this porch that she'd love to unhear. Johnny nodded, looking a little alarmed at the sudden seriousness.

"I'm gonna sneak out while y'all are rumbling and take a bat to Scott Lawerence's car." She confided, her voice practically a whisper. Once it was out, she looked behind her to the window to see if anyone was peeking through the blinds, relieved when she didn't see anyone. She turned back to see Johnny staring at her, dark eyes wide and perplexed.

"What... Why would you go and do that? Are you looking to get arrested? Or killed?" He whispered, his face wearing a look that said "are you ridiculous?", but to his credit, his voice stayed quiet.

"You were there that first morning, Johnny, you knew how he looked. I'm not just gonna sit on the couch while the rest of y'all are fighting, I'm sick of it. I'd set their houses on fire if I could." She spat out, her cigarette almost being crushed between her fingers. She took another deep drag, trying to calm herself down. She wasn't mad at her friend, and she hoped it didn't come off as that as she slammed her arm back down from where she was holding the cigarette to her mouth. She was just so fed-up.

"Alright, I get it. And I'm not gonna tell you not to. Just... I ain't gonna lie to you, Penny, if someone catches you or finds out it was you, I don't think they'll be afraid to jump you or somethin'. They're gettin' real risky lately. They messed with a middle class girl a few weeks ago, and she didn't even do nothing." He told her, running a hand through his black hair. Penny nodded.

"I know. I'll be careful." Johnny smiles and nudges her with his elbow.

"You better, or I'll skin ya."

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"Alright, you two take it easy. We'll probably be back in forty-five minutes or so." Darry said as he yanked his boots on by the front door.

The rest of the guys were out in the front roughhousing, while Soda and Penny were lazing on the couch. Or, at least trying too. Penny was trying to hide her anxiousness from her brothers, and Soda was sick and tired of being pent up for the past week. He tried his hand at getting Darry to let him fight, multiple times actually, but he was stubborn and still wouldn't let him out of the house. Plus, Darry made him take his routinely Nyquil, because as much as he tried to hide it, his leg and ribs seemed to still be aching, so he couldn't get up to fight if he tried.

Soda lifted his hand to give a lazy wave while Penny verbalized a goodbye.

"I know the two of you are upset you hafta stay home, but don't worry. We'll come back with ice cream." Darry winked, and once he finished tying his second boot, he stood up. "See y'all later," And with that he left through the front door, bounding down the front steps to join the others.

"I think Imma just go to bed, Pen'. This stupid medicine makes me so damn tired," Soda said, pulling himself off the couch and running a hand through his hair. Penny nodded, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees. Sodapop ruffled her hair as he passed by.

"Goodnight," She called after him, and she thought she might've heard him say goodnight back, but she couldn't be sure.

She waited a couple minutes after the creaking of the wooden floorboards in his room stopped, giving him some more time to fall asleep before she got off the couch herself. She glanced at the clock, seeing it read 10:29; and stealthily creeped down the hallway to her room, being sure to avoid all the creeks in the floor on the way there. Once in her room, she pulled on a black hoodie and went over to her closet, pulling out her father's old wooden baseball bat from the days where they'd play together when he was still around. She opened the drawer to the nightstand on her desk, and pulled out the blade Johnny gave her that night. He promised her that he wouldn't tell anyone anything under one condition: that she carried a blade with her to defend herself if she needed to. She slipped it into her back jean pocket, and tied her hair up with a rubber band, before pushing open the window.

She pulled her hood up and had a leg halfway out the window when she stopped.

Did she really want to do this?

Johnny wasn't wrong when he said that socs were getting more risky with the people they jumped. And neither was Chrissy when she said she didn't know what would happen if they did find her; they're so unpredictable.

But then she thought about the nights she'd wake up to go to the kitchen or bathroom and see Darry asleep in the arm chair in Soda's room, or when Soda was still pretty badly concussed and didn't want to be alone without his sister or brother with him.

So yes. She really wants to do this.

She proceeded to climb out of the window, climbing down onto the ground beneath it and slid it closed, but not fully so that she could get back inside without having to use the front door later.

Penny weaved through the streets quickly, eager to find the car of the guy that fucked up her brother. Once she reached the lot, she had to hide behind various trees to stay out of the line of sight of anyone, even though she doubts she could've been seen thanks to her black hoodie and the darkest colored pair of jeans she had. At one point, she heard Two-Bit's booming laugh beyond all the chatter going on, since they hadn't started fighting yet. Her heart just about leaped from her chest, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was somewhere among the large congregation of greasers in the lot, the socs having their own cluster across from them.

Eventually, she was able to crawl over to the area where the soc cars were parked. For a scary second, she heard a few socs who hadn't joined the other in the lot talking by one of the cars, and she needed to hide behind one of them for a minute or two, but they were quick to leave and Penny soon spotted the light blue corvette a good twenty feet away. But she decided to wait in her spot for another moment while the boys walked over to their group, before crawling through the lot of cars to her 'victim'.

Once there, she sat up against the tire, breathing a sigh of relief that she made it without getting spotted. She heard the chatter of the people in the lot stop. She peeked over the hood of the car, seeing the guys have some sort of stand off with each other.

She remembers being told countless times what the beginning of rumbles looked like. They'd stand facing each other for a few awkward seconds, staring each other down, until someone grew the balls and pounded someone else in the face. She never expected she'd be able to see it, but somewhere in the crowd there was a sudden flash of movement and in what seemed like less than a second, the fight was on.

After waiting a few extra seconds to ensure no one would notice her, Penny picked herself up and walked to the front of the car, thinking for a second where she should strike first before she whipped the bat into the right headlight, a satisfied smile twisted onto her face as the glass shattered and flew. She did the same to the left one, and slammed the head of the bat into the front of the car, denting the hood and lifting it slightly. She ran around to the back and striked one of the taillights, and kicked the other one out with her foot with a grunt. She kicked the bumper of the car a few times as well, letting out a triumphant laugh as she saw the dents it left behind. She continued to kick other parts of the car, hit the doors with her trusty bat, but refrained from hitting the windows as much as she wanted to. That would make a huge shatter and someone was bound to hear that.

She proceeded to pull out her blade, scratching the sides of the car up and ruining the paint job. She went back over to the front of the car, and let her anger out on the hood, stabbing the blade into it over and over again with swift swings.

Once her arms felt like noodles from doing that about ten times, she kneeled down to one of the front tires and stabbed into that as well, hearing the satisfying rush of air come out when she yanked the blade out. She wasn't sure if it would do terrible injury, but this is the first time she committed property damage on a car, so what would she know? Too bad Dally wasn't with her at the second, he'd know how to do a number on these tires. But either way, the fight was beginning to get more and more sluggish, and she knew she'd need to book it sooner or later or else she'd be in deep trouble.

She stood up and admired her work for a second, before spinning on her heel and running away, not even bothering to crawl away. She ran all the way home, and when she finally reached her window she leaned against the side of the house, catching her breath and willing her heart to stop pounding so fast. After a second, she hoisted herself back into her room with aching muscles, realizing how inviting the idea of going to sleep was.

Her feet landed onto the ground and she let out a sigh, but she soon realized the light was turned on. But... didn't she keep it off?

"Where the hell were you, Penelope?"

[evilbookworm]

i find it interesting that a lot of people can’t understand that el and mike simply dont work as a couple (byler aside)

the only reason mike pursued el was because the people in his life told him he like el in that way. im personally team mike never romantic liked/loved el, i genuinely believe he confused platonic feelings with romantic feelings i’m going to put queerness aside for a second to focus on heteronormative standards it’s actually very common for younger people to misinterpret platonic feelings as romantic ones especially (i had a friend in elementary school who was really like a brother to me and a lot of people keep telling us to date and i remember how uncomfortable and weirded out it made us feel because we didn’t want that or understood why people got that idea)

and i think s3 (even tho it’s like my least favorite season tbh) really highlights why mileven don’t work as a couple. it really does bother me that people ignored how el bypassed mike boundaries and never really apologies for it (im not gonna get into the way people hold mike overly accountable in his relationships with other characters even when they do the same thing and sometimes worse to him 😀)

They really don’t. They’ve been toxic all through season 3 and 4. It clearly isn’t a healthy relationship.

And you’re completely right anon! Nancy and Lucas were the ones who were always probing Mike on liking El. It was comphet. He had completely platonic feelings for her and viewed her more as his savior than as his partner, I think. Not to mention that Mike probably thinks he’s gonna end up in a marriage like his parents, loveless and for the money. Also, so sorry about what happened to you with your friend. As someone who’s still in the closet, (trans guy) I’ve been pushed to like a boy, which, I am gay, but I’m not comfortable with having a romantic relationship yet, since I’m not even out.

Season 3 does highlight that! Though I do think season 4 really cements it. And yeah, El was also in the wrong for not respecting Mike’s boundaries and never apologizing for it, just like Mike was in the wrong for calling El a “different species”. The two aren’t good for each other, and this can be confirmed in season 4, when it’s obvious they’re relationship isn’t working anymore, and they want different things.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.218 Giving me life

The next day, I made a point to get up extra early so we wouldn't have another frantic mad-dash out the door. That kind of stress isn't good for anyone. I took a long, hot shower, did my hair, and put thought into my outfit vs. just grabbing something. I went to get Desi up, but as always, she had already beaten me to it. She was playing in her room, so I left her to make breakfast. We enjoyed a nice, slow morning, just like in the old days, but something troubled me. I had another nightmare. This time aliens abducted me, and they did all kinds of experiments on me while I was still conscious; it was terrible. I know it's natural to have lingering stress after a traumatic event, but the trouble I felt didn't seem related to the fire. The heaviness around me felt more unsettled than fear or panic. Deep down, waaaay in the crevices of my subconscience, I knew what plagued me, but I hadn't allowed myself to address it. The fire trauma was just the mechanism used to get my attention, and now, with all these nightmares haunting me, I can't ignore it. I kept telling myself I wasn't ready and stuffed those thoughts in the farthest parts of my mind, but I should have known they would come back to bite me. I need to visit the cemetery.

The groundskeeper threw away all the flowers and candles we had left at each visit; that's how long it had been. I was so ashamed at the sight. Their name plates were all dusty, and my grandparents' were barely legible from being covered in dirt. I knelt in front of Mama and wiped away the dust.

"I'm sorry, Mama. I didn't think I was ready to see you, so I kept putting it off. But days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, and here I am."

"So many things remind me of you, and I can't stand it. But I love it too. You're unforgettable, not that anyone could ever forget their mother. I don't know what I'm saying... Desiree is so big now. We had a fire at our house, and she's still pretty rattled, so I don't think bringing her here will be a good idea right now, but as soon as she's ready, I will."

"Less' kids are great. A little rambunctious, but great. And she's excellent with them, too. You would be so proud of her. I bought a duplex in San Sequoia so she could live next door. It's been great. I'm doing what you asked: taking care of my sister."

"Long time ago, you told me to find someone who fits into my life who I can't live without. Every day, Sophia shows me how there is no one else in this world who could have given me such a wonderful life. I may have had a lot of insecurities about relationships early on, but I never forgot what you told me. I always thanked Dad and gave him credit for getting me from a boy to a man, but I never gave you credit for giving me a framework to guide me. So...yeah. Thanks."

"It looks like it's gonna rain soon, so I guess I'll get out of here. Hopefully, you'll be able to see this before it goes out. I'm lighting a candle, so you'll know I was here. I love you, Mama, and I wish you could see how wonderful my life is. We've had lots of challenges, but I wouldn't trade any of it. I miss you. I'll see you soon."

I stood there in silence, remembering our good times and feeling grateful for the wisdom my parents bestowed upon me. An odd surge of energy coursed through my body, and I knew for sure this visit was what I'd been needing. The truth behind my procrastination is simple: I didn't want to feel broken again. Grieving my parents, especially Mama, drained me, and I felt like I would never be whole again. I hated that feeling and didn't want to experience it again. But standing there, holding that candle, thinking about my beautiful mother gave me life.

I put down the candle and started to leave. Just before I reached the exit, I heard, "Wait! I'm here!"

"Me too," another echoed voice said.

Both of them?? What are the odds?

All at once, I was a little kid again, happy and excited about hanging out with his parents. Mama wanted to know about the duplex, so I started from the very beginning with Dub moving to San Sequoia and buying his house. I rambled on and on about that, and the money tree, and our vacations, and Desi getting into yoga, and my SimTube channel... I felt like Chi Chi had possessed me, ha ha. Talking to them again filled me with such delight.

I thought hearing about everything they missed might upset them, but my life events elated them. I swear, with every story I told, Mama got more and more pumped up. By the time I was done, she was squealing with excitement. I guess when you live a full life like she did, you don't feel like you're missing out when you die. You just cheer on everyone as you watch them grow. That's a life lesson right there.

"I'm so proud of you," Dad said.

Hearing those words again healed my soul. I tend to think I live right and make good decisions, but receiving affirmation that I'm on the right track never gets old. I'm really glad I came.

[battii-art]

When i think too hard abt them i cry

[bonefall]

If Pinestar was the Mi of his kits, why didn’t he try to take any of them with him when he left? Like Brightsky keeping some of her litter. He knew how the clans were, he was specifically leaving to get away from it, why did he choose to leave his children behind?

It wasn't a choice. Brightsky gave birth in the home she bolted to; Pinestar wasn't going to be allowed to take his children unless he snuck out with them.

He wishes he did something, when he sees what became of his son. But he tried to be brave when he left, announcing that he would not be coming back, and where he would be going.

He thought that was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, no one else appreciated it the way he hoped they would.

If he DID though, ThunderClan would not have allowed that. They see it as kidnapping. Being Mi doesn't mean you're allowed to do literally anything you want, especially if you do have a Ba involved.

In cases of handoffs (surrogacy, secret halfclan kits being given to their other parent, etc) it's actually SUPER important you do it before 1 moon, so you can pass the disappearance off as a fading kit. There are no funerals thrown for fading kits besides the Mi and any Ba quietly burying the body, so this is the time where you smuggle the baby out.

So you need all the Ba on board with such a handoff, in addition. Cloudtail is an example of that actually! When Brightheart surrogates, he is fully aware of how many are ACTUALLY faders and who is receiving their child.

Tigerkit was like 3-ish moons when Pinestar hit da bricks, unfortunately there wasn't a way he could take him along... plus it wouldn't quite make sense with how he was having nightmares about murdering his son.

[slippery-minghus]

oof

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Okay, so not fanfic/writing stuff but do you ever think of how close Calla and Kody used to be? How sweet and bright and encouraging she was towards him when they were younger? How friendly and warm she was? How they smiled at each other? It makes me want to eat rocks.

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

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[lemonys-place]

I don't get the infighting tbh genuinely idc what term someone comes across to describe their sfw regression as long as it is indeed sfw. who cares. we are all regressing and it is all sfw. maybe kill the part of you that cringes idk age regression is already heavily stigmatized the last thing we need is to bully each other.

[gemharvest]

Two daysssss until I can try and get old art of mine off the old desktop hard drive dude I am so fucking excited.

[cathymee]

tumblr had to shut me up omg #censorship

[mossbabie]

🗺️

[alaskan-wallflower]

wonderful, one of those times where everything i’ve pushed down just bubbles up. great.

[unma]

So I've calmed down. After today's events I find myself even more vindicated in my hatred for my family, but that's neither here nor there. I'm not trying to vent so often on this blog (feels too oversharey), so instead I'll let y'all know that my birthday is in two weeks! Specifically the 24th. So that's cool.