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damthosefandoms · 1 month ago

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my life has changed in oh so many ways

(ao3 link)

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"You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who've picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

"It just ain't fair you never got any help!"

“You told me you wanted to be a teacher here when you grow up, Sodapop. But if you want to be a teacher you have to work! What do you think would happen if I came to school everyday and did nothing?”

“I ‘unno.”

“I’d get fired! So if I were you, I’d pick up that pencil and start writing.”

Soda puts his head down on his desk and cries. His teacher just sighs and walks away. She’s giving up on him just like everyone else.

He’s a lost cause.

He just wanted help.

Soda slams the door to their dad’s old truck and tries to control his breathing. He waits for Darry to drive off, to drop Ponyboy at the middle school, where their genius little brother only has one month left of seventh grade. Soda has what feels like centuries left of tenth; but the piece of paper hidden in his sorry excuse for a backpack will change that.

Steve jogs up to him and goes, “You remember it today?”

“I shoved it under my pillow and couldn’t sleep all night ‘cause of it. Yeah, I remembered it.”

“They gonna take it covered in drool?”

Soda swings at him, but Steve just dodges and switches to walk on his other side. They pause in front of the doors, so Soda can get the withdrawal form out.

The main entrance to Will Rogers High School is intimidating, but not as intimidating as what lies beyond the doors. Most kids—greasers and socs alike—don’t give it a second thought as they walk in every morning, but Sodapop Curtis isn’t most kids, and the paper in his hand proves it.

He’s never even driven by this place without wanting to throw up.

“Seriously, man. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. I know Darry’ll kill you, but we talked about this, we all got your back and Two-Bit or me are gonna drive ya to school every day and you can just walk to the DX for work, say you’re working just part time every afternoon now, he’ll never—”

“It ain’t Darry I’m worried about. He’ll be mad as the day is long, I don’t give a damn. Dad gave the okay, it ain’t up to Darrel at all. Never was. But Pony’s gonna take it hard and I can’t stand that.”

Soda gives it three classes before he feels sick to his stomach. He’s got the form folded up in the pocket of his dad’s favorite flannel, the same one he’s worn practically every day since the accident. Darry’s always getting on him about giving it a rest and wearing something else—“Everyone knows we’re poor! No need to make them think we don’t wash our damn clothes!”—but to Soda it’s like a security blanket. It’s also one the few shirts he has that don’t make him want to rip his skin off while wearing it. And, you know, his dad always cut the tags off.

He doesn’t even ask his history teacher to let him use the bathroom, just gets up and leaves. He’s told to sit down but he doesn’t because he’s a greaser and nobody expects obedience from him, anyway. He doesn’t look back as he walks out, just reaches into his pocket and takes out the form. It’s the only piece of paper he’s ever put in there without crumpling. He absent-mindedly hums a little tune while he walks—“Help!” by the Beatles, which is one of his favorite songs. It’s a few years old but he heard it on the radio again recently and it’s catchy, not that he could ever admit that to any of his east side buddies—and he unfolds the form. He wants to read through it one more time before he hands it in.

He knows what it says in theory, but there’s so many words on there, and the font is so small that his eyes kind of glaze over, but he keeps his eyes glued to the page while he walks.

Until he collides with something and it flies out of his hands. He looks up and there’s a girl in front of him—ohgodit’sCherry—and he immediately goes to help her up. She looks at him for a second, eyes wide and he thinks maybe her cheeks might be as red as his are her hair, but she ignores his hand, so instead he goes to pick up her books for her.

“Sorry,” Soda mumbles, somehow briefly forgetting that he’s not supposed to be saying stuff like that to soc girls, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but glory, his Mama taught him manners and he’d be damned if he didn’t use them. And deep down he knows Cherry isn’t like the other soc girls because she was nice to him once in first grade and he’s never ever forgotten it.

He nearly shudders at the memory. The words “consonant digraph” are not ones he remembers anymore, all these years later, but way, way back when he was learning them he wanted to cry at the mention of it.

He’s brought back to first grade. It’s sometime in the beginning half of the year, and they’re doing some cut-and-glue activity with partners. He’s been paired with Sherri Valance because he’s always paired with her. They sit next to each other because their class sits in alphabetical order by first name, and they always do partner work with their neighbors.

There’s muffled yelling down the hall and another first-grade teacher pokes her head in and asks for backup, ‘cause one of her problem students is throwing chairs. Their teacher tells them she’ll be right back and heads out. Soda hears somebody who wasn’t in his class last year mutter to their friend, “Dallas, probably.” They see the principal speed-walking down the hall through the doorway, and then everyone loses interest and starts to get to work.

Sherri taps Soda on the shoulder.

“Can you write our names for me?” she says. “I’m going to go get scissors and stuff.”

She gets up and Soda looks at her nametag. He takes a whole minute to decode it. Sherri.

Goddamn digraphs. /sh/ and /ch/ are his worst enemies lately, and she’s got one of them in her name. He knows it’s real sad that he can barely tell which one. He feels butterflies in his stomach as he picks up his pencil. In the best possible handwriting he can muster up—writes her name. He is pretty sure he wrote it correctly, tries to read it aloud, and thinks he’s doing well until one of the kids at the desk pair behind him, Randy Adderson, laughs.

“What’d you just say?”

Soda is starting to understand now why Darry keeps telling him to stay away from the kids with the nice backpacks and brand-name shoes.

“You’re copying off her nametag and you still spelled it wrong?” Randy sneers, and his friend Bob Sheldon looks over too, and starts to grin. Soda’s butterflies turn into rocks.

“I just wrote her name. Sherri.”

But his mouth does that thing again where the word doesn’t sound quite right coming out of his mouth as it did in his head and he can feel his cheeks heating up. That always happens. Bob and Randy and their friends always make fun of him for it, too. He tries to make out the letters he wrote on the paper.

He did write a y instead of an i. And his S is kinda weird-looking, too.

Oh. He didn’t mean to do that. His pencil must’ve moved on its own again like it always does when his brain gets jumbled.

“Cherry, you said Cherry! Her name is Sherri! An’ I think you wrote it too, but who knows, I can’t read that at all!” Bob jeers at him loudly, and the whole class is starting to look over. Chet Baker, the kid who mentioned Dallas earlier, is laughing too, and he whispers something into the ear of his partner. Soon everyone is staring at him, and Soda feels like sinking into the floor. Bob revels in the glory of it all.

“Leave it to dumb ol’ Sodapop to mess it all up!”

The classroom explodes into laughter, like that was the greatest insult of all time and not some lame comment from little kid.

“I like it, actually,” a voice says suddenly and Soda thinks for a second it’s an angel come down to earth. But it’s just Sherri, and she’s handing Soda a glue stick.

“Cherry. I love that. It’s going to be my new nickname.”

She elbows him gently and smiles at him. Her eyes are so green. Soda thinks green eyes are his favorite; Cherry has green eyes, and so do both of his brothers and his dad. That’s almost all of his favorite people on Earth, except for his mom. Her eyes are brown, like his own.

“I really like it, Soda.”

He really likes it too. Soda wishes he could’ve stayed in first grade forever, sometimes, because back then Cherry always stood up for him and now…

Now they’re sixteen and when he goes to hand Cherry her books, she seems to come back to reality. Her face contorts into something angry, or maybe more defensive, as she snaps, “I don’t need your help, grease. Helping me pick up my books like some wannabe-gentleman… don’t you have a girl, anyway?”

He does. Sandy’s somewhere one floor up in English right now reading some Shakespearean tragedy about star-crossed lovers, and he hasn’t told her he’s dropping out yet, either. He loves—really loves—three people left in the world, two of them are his brothers and one, he thinks, is Sandy, and they’re the only ones of the people he really cares about that he hasn’t told about his plan.

Now that his parents are dead, they’re the only people left he’s truly terrified of disappointing. They’re the only people he ever talk to about his problems.

The only people he felt he could ever ask for help. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t anymore.

So why does it bother him so much when he has to ask Cherry Valance to move her foot because she's standing on a paper that might honestly be his lifeline?

He points it out to her and she goes, “Oh,” and picks it up for him. Even brushes the dust off. Soda watches her eyes scan the top of the paper before his face turns even more red and he has to rip it from her hand.

“You didn’t see shit, soc,” he snaps, and maybe it’s mean and out of character for the ever-so-charming Sodapop Curtis that is known to walk these halls, but he’s embarrassed. There’s a sinking feeling in his gut at the face Cherry’s making and his stomach somehow hurts even more.

Not hurts. He’s got butterflies.

He’s in love with Sandy though, and she loves him back, and who gives a damn if he’s been practically ignoring Cherry for a decade now. Who gives a damn if she was the only person from the entire west side of Tulsa to show up at his parents’ funeral. She’s always gone to their church and it was right after the regular Sunday morning service and it doesn’t mean shit. Even if he didn’t have a box under his bed he’s been filling with cash for a ring to marry Sandy one day, Cherry wouldn’t matter, because she’s a soc and he’s a greaser and he might not be in even the average level English class like Sandy is, but Soda asked his mom about it once back when Darry was in sophomore year and was reading it and so he knows how Romeo & Juliet ends.

Soda’s in love with Sandy. She loves him back. He flips the collar of his flannel up because he’s a greaser and he’s gotta look tuff or tough or whatever and keeps walking.

“Sodapop!” Cherry calls, and he shouldn’t turn around but there’s classes going on right now and no one’s watching them.

“What?”

“I just—you aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who’ve picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

“School just ain’t going to be the same without you brightening up everyone’s day, Soda,” Cherry calls after him, but he pushes through the door to the stairwell and pretends her words aren’t eating him alive.

“It just ain’t fair you never got any help!”

He wanted to be a teacher once. So did his mom, once upon a time, that meant college, and she had no money and had a baby at eighteen, so she never even had a shot of working in a daycare. And Soda’s dumb and nobody wants a dumb teacher, so he’s never going to be able to make a difference in the lives of kids like him.

Cherry’s right, he never got any help. That’s why he wanted to be the one to help the next generation. But it’s not going to happen.

She stood up for him once. She used to check his work for him before he handed it in. She would whisper-read when they were supposed to be reading silently so he’d understand the passage. They just can’t talk about it anymore because they grew up.

There aren’t many things he’ll miss about Will Rogers High School, but Cherry Valance is admittedly going to be one of them.

Another thing he won’t miss—the grouchy secretary he’s got to hand in the form to. When he gets to the office she gives him a nasty look that just screams get back to class, hood! or maybe something more along the lines of what’s this idiot doing here? He blow in on the way to stupid town?

…Maybe it’s an oh great, another greasy little troublemaker sent to the office.

Clearly that’s the right one, because the first thing she says is “What’d you do? I ain’t gotten a call up or nothin’.”

“I have this withdrawal form to hand in. I talked to our case worker with social services, she says she confirmed with you guys here that my dad’s signature should still be good enough even though he…?”

She swipes the form out of his hands and glances over it. “I’ll have the principal look at it. Get back to class.”

Soda turns, fully intent on finding his backpack and then walking out a side door somewhere instead, and he’s still going to—but just as he’s walking out someone calls his name. He looks back over his shoulder and the principal has stepped out of his office.

“Mr. Curtis, can you do me a favor?” He asks, and Soda nods, just hoping it’s not to do with that form.

He’s handed an envelope, but it’s not for him.

To the Parent/Guardian of Ponyboy Michael Curtis, it says on the front. Soda’s confused.

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s an intake form for high school.”

“Pony’s in seventh grade. There’s a month left of school.”

“Yes, and his test scores are like nothing we’ve ever seen. He’s going to be coming here next year.”

“He’s in seventh grade. Sir, he never even hands in his homework on time! How’s he jumping ahead to ninth?”

“Mr. Curtis, please, just deliver that letter, would you? Saves me the trouble of having to mail it myself. Glory knows you of all people should understand not wanting to waste money on a stamp.”

The butterflies in Soda’s stomach from earlier turn to rocks and he feels like he’s being weighed down again. “I understand just fine, sir.”

He walks back to class, grabs his backpack and walks all the way home.

That night Darry talks about throwing a party for their little brother and Soda has to grin and bear it, because he’s honestly jealous as all hell. He’ll never admit it, though, because he’s as jealous as he is proud of Ponyboy.

But now he’s never going to be able to tell them he dropped out.

Not when Pony’s immediate reaction to the letter is “I get to go school with Soda next year?”

(He then adds, “and Johnny?” but Soda missed that part because he was too busy wallowing in his own guilt.)

Ponyboy’s going to hate this, he thinks the world and more of Soda and he’ll probably find a way to blame Darry for it. But it’s not Darry’s fault, it isn’t their parents’ fault or anybody’s except Soda’s brain for not working like it should. He thinks if his brothers fight tonight he’ll either lose it and kill them both or never stop crying, so he doesn’t tell them that night.

He doesn’t tell them for a month, not until it’s the last week of school and it’s pouring rain and Darry’s roofing job gets canceled for the day. He comes home early to find Soda sitting on the couch watching cartoons because it’s too early to head out to the DX. The clothes he left the house in that morning for school are drying on the radiator and Soda’s nose is red and Darry has to put the worry he’s going to get sick from walking home in the rain aside.

Ponyboy thinks Darry didn’t yell at Soda for dropping out. Well, he wasn’t home for the fallout.

For the “I know school is hard for you. If you really needed a day off, little buddy, you coulda told me instead of skipping. I’ll go call the school now and say you’re sick.”

And the “Sodapop Patrick, what the hell do they mean you ain’t been enrolled at Will Rogers for a month now?”

Or the horrible silence as Darry has to drive Soda to the DX for work in the pouring rain just so whatever cold he definitely caught that morning won’t get worse before it even starts.

No, Ponyboy won’t find out about any of it until he’s back to school shopping in August and jokingly asks Soda if he’s throwing in the towel this year because he’s not buying anything, and Soda casually tells him he’s not going back to school. That working full time at the DX over the summer wasn’t just a summer thing. It doesn’t go over well.

Darry carpools to work on the first day of Pony’s freshman year, because Soda practically begged him to let him have the truck to bring Pony to school alone that morning. Normally the kid would’ve walked, but Soda knows how big of a day this is, and their mom used to always make sure they didn’t have to walk on the first day, not even to the bus stop when they were in grammar school.

They pull up to the curb by the front doors and Soda can see Steve and Two-Bit and Johnny waiting for Ponyboy. He really appreciates Johnny for that. He never goes anywhere in the school that socs go unless there’s a teacher in the room, after he got jumped at the end of the last school year.

It figures he’d show up for Ponyboy, though. If Johnny isn’t with Dally—who’s not there because he got locked up after taking the blame for busting out a bunch of school windows last year even though Two-Bit did that—he’s with Ponyboy. They’re just close like that.

(Actually, Soda’s pretty sure Dally got himself arrested either because he’s simply self-destructive, or so he wouldn’t give himself a chance to kill anybody for what happened to Johnny, but that’s not really the point.)

Soda turns off the engine of the truck and turns to his brother.

“You ready?”

Ponyboy shrugs. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, a nervous habit the three brothers share. Soda gently pushes his arm down, getting Pony’s hand away from his mouth.

“You’re gonna do great, Pony. You might be young but you’re smarter than everybody in there. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

“You know Darry.”

“Darry’s Darry. He’s smart but he’s like—perfect, yknow? He don’t count. And he an’ I both reckon you’re smarter than he’ll ever be. You’re goin’ places, Pony. Really, truly going places. We both know it. You’re on your way up in the world, you’re gonna go so far.”

“People said that about Darry. Look at him now. He’s just a college dro—” Ponyboy cuts himself off and Soda knows why.

“Show ‘em what for, Pony,” he says. “Show ‘em what us Curtises are really made of, okay? Darry gave up his chance for us, but…if anybody’s gonna make it outta this place it’s gonna be you.”

Because Ponyboy was made great things, and Soda wasn’t, and he might still be jealous but his baby brother is going to kick ass in high school.

Soda hugs him and Pony gets out of the truck, and as he starts to walk away, Soda rolls the window down and he calls out:

“Hey, Pony, if you meet a girl named Cherry, tell her I said hi!”

Pony rolls his eyes and waves. Soda laughs to himself as he drives off.

Ponyboy Curtis, talking to a soc girl. Imagine that.

He’s too busy laughing at his own joke to notice Sandy on the sidewalk as he drives past, heading up the steps into the school practically hand-in-hand with a guy who isn’t him.

He does see a girl with auburn hair walking up to school, frowning, and Bob Sheldon’s got an arm around her.

“Great job, Soda! Mrs. Larkin, look how good Sodapop’s doing! He nearly finished the whole worksheet and didn’t give up once!”

“You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else.”

Soda turns the radio on. “All You Need Is Love” blasts through the speakers. The truck’s windows are down as he heads for the exit of the school’s parking lot.

One head turns.

But Sandy doesn’t like the Beatles.

#sodapop curtis #cherry valance #cherrycola #outsiders fanfic #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #bob sheldon #greasers #socs #sandy the outsiders #the outsiders #the outsiders musical #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders book #julie writes stuff #my post

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lucagray813 · 5 months ago

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The first piece of fanart I ever received 🥰 Created by the wonderful imlovedavepeta for Chapter 5 of Tea Time Therapy

I remember being so flummoxed someone had wanted to draw fanart for one of my fics and then just so impressed at how good it was??? They captured the scene perfectly and I absolutely love how they drew the shadows! 💕 Thank you so much!

Original Post: Link

#lmk fanart #lmk #lmk sandy #lmk macaque #fanart #fanfic #fanfic fanart #shadow play #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart #ao3 #fic: tea time therapy #imlovedavepeta

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foottoe101001 · 2 months ago

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Watch Sandy fucking kung fu this hurricane.

#the outsiders #Sandy #sodapop curtis headcanons #sodapop x steve #the outsiders darry #the outsiders ponyboy #darry curtis #ponyboy michael curtis #stay gold ponyboy #dally winston #outsiders fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders tv show #sodapop the outsiders #the outsiders dally #the outsiders fanart #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders 1983

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fullscoreshenanigans · 2 months ago

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What sort of occupation do you think Norman would like?

Because I 100% agree he should not be a CEO

[Offshoot of this post]

I'm very biased by @officersnickers and @salsae and either see him as a doctor of some sort (default to pediatrician) or a university professor/researcher. Something that can incorporate his affinity for mathematics and science, provide him with mental stimulation and challenges, and allow him to achieve recognition on a global stage if he so desires without throwing away his empathy and humanity.

(Chapter 85 Bonus Comic | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Q&A)

I feel like that last element is a big thing for a lot of people given what he went through at Lambda. The worst year and some odds month of his life had him isolated away from his family in a cage, alone, and he suffered greatly for it.

It's an idea that's illustrated so poignantly in the chapter 128 cover art. Ray has become so much warmer and devoted to his friends and family after being afforded the chance to hope "for a future that is like a dream" and to care for them openly under Emma's tutelage, heart a wellspring of love and empathy. They're all shaping each other while he's left to wither, and the cunning and ruthlessness that save him almost lead him to a point irrevocable (by the narrative's standards; for some, he passes it).

(Chapter 181.4)

It's hard to ascertain what capacity a CEO operates in in this future, what ethical standards there are and what boundaries he sets for himself on top of the vast range of industries they dabble in, but that he's tied up in it at all with all the negative connotations surrounding the role and potential exploitation involved after overturning fate itself and restructuring a world order leaves a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths, even with the simplicity and flexibility it affords in explaining away financial woes.

With a doctor, teacher, or any career without that level of baggage, there's the opportunity for him to incorporate his interests and be met with engaging challenges while simultaneously tempering that ruthlessness via establishing interpersonal relationships and working toward a collective, communal good. The possibilities for him are endless, but that's what I like for him since he holds Emma as his guiding star.

(Chapter 14)

For Emma, I've seen multiple instances of her being a teacher, especially one who works with young children due to how wonderful she is at understanding and empathizing with people, but she also has the tenacity to become a political activist or some other role of leadership.

(salsae's to have and to hold and these hands could hold the world)

Like Norman, anything that gets her actively involved in the wider world for a communal or societal good and allows her to flourish works for me.

For Ray, I have such a big soft spot for him being a librarian and rekindling his childhood love of reading under kinder circumstances and sharing it with future generations, but with his aptitude for science that Shirai mentions in the mystic code book and we see crop up throughout the story

(Chapter 140)

there's a lot of possibilities for him too, though out of the trio I feel he'd be the least likely one to entertain the spotlight.

(Chapter 181.4)

But maybe an architect who blends art and science together to construct a community given one of the things he wanted to do in the human world with his family was see the Sagrada Família (another one influenced by Snickers).

Interestingly, I've yet to stumble across any fanfics or headcanons where he becomes a professional chef, and I wonder how much of that is a shared sentiment of viewing cooking as part of his love language that he'd rather stay personal, something he only does for his friends and family rather than making a career out of it.

(banana_slug_army's The Language of Cooking)

While also unlearning bit by bit the idea etched into his psyche after years as Isabella's spy that love is always transactional.

#thetinytimeturtle #ended up throwing a bit of Emma and Ray in there too along with Norman #forever enamored with bsa's and sae's writing and highly recommend them to any REN-thusiast #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #Long Post #FSS Asks #FSS Chatter #Mystic Code Book #TPN Norman #TPN Emma #TPN Ray #Full Score Trio #Norrayemma #Norayemma #officersnickers #banana_slug_army #salsae #TPN Fanfic #Vowsverse AU #𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 #𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 #𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 #Post-Canon #TPN 128 #TPN 181.4 #already long enough but some others I know I've borrowed from other people: Gilda a sustainable fashion designer‚ Anna as a doctor #Nat as a professional musician‚ Barbara as a professional boxer‚ Nigel as a mechanic‚ Pepe as a professional chef‚ Zack as a paramedic #Sandy is an entertainer/YouTuber per the epilogue but I also adore him as a pediatrician

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mkunart · 2 years ago

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"A... customer?"

Sandy.

#stardew fanart #sdv #sdv fanart #stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sandy #stardew valley sandy

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sandyport · 6 months ago

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Amo suas capinhas, principalmente as de terror.

Posso dar uma sugestão, uma de terror, dark, da Joy e Seulgi com o título: Speak no evil

muito obrigada, anon! 💥👁💖 saber disto me deixa muito feliz, me deixou gay 👉🏻👈🏻💍 e sempre pode sugerir qualquer tipo de sugestão, adorarei fazer!! e como resultado, estou aqui para dizer que eu SIMPLESMENTE amei fazer esta capinha. normalmente demoro menos que uma hora, mas eu queria algo meio vintage (?) e dark, mas acho que só ficou mais o darkKKK. enfim, espero que realmente tenha sido a joy e seulgi porque o pinterest me deu algumas meninas como resultado "Irene red velvet" e apareceu outras do grupo que não sei diferenciar 😭😭 mas espero que você tenha gostado, porque eu amei fazer!!

✦ ̨ ՞ SPEAK NO EVIL

14/06/2024 》 doação.

Insp? Credite, meo!

sandy's note: minha protegida!! me mandem mais asks pra capar com dark, eu imploro 🗣🫂💪🏻

#capa de fanfic #capa para spirit #capa para fic #spirit fanfics #capa para social spirit #capa de fic #capa para fanfic #wonwobirtaport #sandy respondeu o anon #ask #doação de capa #doação de capas

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quixotical-lymbo · 6 months ago

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mayblossomss · 2 months ago

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Whumptober Day 13: Familial Curse

Love was a curse to the Curtis brothers. A foreign concept-- an unattainable dream. If they loved someone too much, they'd vanish into thin air: simple as that. All three of them could confirm this from experience.

In high school, Darry met a boy like no one else. Paul Holden was the best halfback on the team, blond, and had a smile that could light up a room. At once, Darry became infatuated. Paul didn't care that Darry came from the east side, and they became close friends almost as soon as they met.

Paul never once looked at him with pity or thought of him as less due to his financial situation. When Darry couldn't pay the fees to receive a letterman jacket, Paul paid for him. If Darry couldn't afford anything when the team went out for dinner, Paul would slide him some change.

He was understanding and patient, two words Darry would never have used to describe a Soc until he met this one. If Darry needed to skip a team hangout because his parents were making him babysit his little siblings, Paul was missing out too so that he could keep Darry company. If someone tried insulting Darry's shoes because had holes in them, Paul would tell them to mind their own damn business.

It wasn't until one late night beneath the stars that Darry realized what he felt for Paul was love. They were lying in the field, staring up at the sky after everyone else had gone home. Darry was wearing the letterman Paul paid for, and when he glanced over at his friend, his breath hitched. The moonlight brightened his blond, messy hair, and made his dimples appear more prominent. He was simply... gorgeous, in Darry's eyes.

Paul's attention turned over to Darry, and the two held each other's gaze for a few moments. Looking back, Darry didn't know who made the first move, but after a few moments, the two had their lips pressed against each other's in a kiss full of repressed emotions.

After that, the sneaking around started. Dates disguised as two friends hanging out, longing stares across classrooms, make out sessions behind locked doors. Nobody knew a thing: none of Darry's greasy hoodlum friends nor Paul's snobby Soc buddies.

Ponyboy did catch them once. Darry was wearing one of Paul's madras shirts while trying to sneak him out of the house without alerting their parents, when Pony left his room and ran into them. Darry came up with some crappy excuse that he knew the younger boy didn't buy, but Pony never mentioned it again, so neither did Darry.

Their breakup was inevitable. Darry loved him too much and thus their fate was sealed by his damn curse.

Paul's parents grew skeptical of the two's relationship, which made the boy more on edge than ever. Darry, who wasn't sure how he was supposed to pay for college, as his scholarship only paid so much of his tuition, was equally as stressed. This resulted in a nasty fight that neither of the two could even remember what over.

Paul wanted to make up: apologize and beg for Darry to take him back after his impulsive decision to end things, but he never got the chance to. He found out through Marcia that Darry's parents died, and after that, he never could find a good time to talk to him.

So Darry, when he needed someone to lean on the most, was left alone. Heartbreak turned from sorrow to bitter resentment. The love of his life never called him to check up. He didn't even bother to send his condolences. He couldn't help but hate him. However, deep down, Darry knew that he could never love a boy as he loved Paul ever again.

Sodapop had a charm to him that made anyone attracted to him: whether it be of admiration, respect, or love. He had the most beautiful personality, eyes to make girls swoon, and was able to keep his smile even in the darkest of situations.

When he first ran into Sandy Hatheway, his heart nearly stopped. She was breathtaking! She had long, smooth, blonde hair that Soda would end up running his hands through on numerous occasions, and the sweetest laugh!

She introduced herself calmly, not showing a hint of nervousness. Sodapop couldn't say the same thing. Although usually smooth with girls, he stumbled over his words and was flushed bright red by the end of their encounter. After she walked away, he promised himself that he'd marry her.

When she dropped by the DX station the following day, Soda was prepared and much more calculated. He asked her if she'd be interested in going to the drive-in with him, and she agreed. It wasn't too long afterwards that they officially got together.

Soda loved her like he loved no one. She was the one for him, he knew it. He wasn't afraid to show his love for her either. He was always doing affectionate gestures for her, and would even save his money to buy her special things. It wasn't as much as she deserved, he thought, but it was all that he could manage.

He thought she loved him too: not once did he consider that she didn't. If Soda thought that, he wouldn't have let himself get attached. He never would've confessed to Ponyboy that he wanted to marry her. If he thought she was cheating, he wouldn't have let his heart love her so deeply.

Steve was the one who told him. He heard via Evie that Sandy was pregnant. Soda's first instincts after hearing that wasn't fear or dread, but excitement. He was having a baby with the girl of his dreams, what wasn't to be happy about? But then Steve told him that it wasn't his, and all of his joy was crushed to pieces.

Sandy had cheated on him, and she hadn't even had the heart to tell him. Again, thanks to Evie, Soda found out she was going to stay with her grandmother in Florida. He wrote her letter and letter. He told her he'd step up and be that baby's father because he loved her so damn much, but she didn't even care to open a single one of them.

Just hearing her name was a stab to the heart, and even after months had passed, Soda couldn't get over it. It may have been a stupid teenage romance to everyone else, but to him, Sandy was supposed to be his soulmate. Then, she abandoned him, leaving Soda to struggle to be able to form a happy relationship ever again.

Love's curse didn't only have to be romantic, Ponyboy discovered. Even loving his best friend too much was apparently a death wish.

Johnny Cade met Ponyboy at the playground in elementary school. Pony was all alone, watching as the other kids his age ran around the park, laughing and screaming joyfully. They didn't let him play with them because he was filthy. He was wearing a hand-me-down shirt from Soda, that had a stain over the main picture in the middle, and the text was faded. They laughed at his shoes for being old, and called him names for not having the trendiest backpacks.

His eyes stung with tears as he heard their playfully shouts, when a boy sat beside him. Ponyboy looked up to see a boy who seemed to be a bit older than he was, with shaggy black hair and a bruise under his eye.

The boy introduced himself as Johnny, and Ponyboy recognized him: he was in Soda's class. The two spent the entire recess period bonding over shared interests, and by the time the bell rang, the tears on Pony's face had dried. From that day onward, they were inseparable. If Ponyboy went somewhere, Johnny was nearby, and vice versa.

If someone asked him, he would've told them that he loved Johnny. He was his best friend, and he would do anything for him. It didn't matter that it was 'weird' for boys to say that they loved their friends: Ponyboy loved him and there was nothing strange about it.

That night at the fountain, Johnny watched helplessly as the Socs drowned his best friend. In a moment of panic, he stabbed the lead Soc and watched as his body crumpled by his shoes. It was the only choice he had, Johnny told himself. If he hadn't done it, Ponyboy would be dead, and what would he do in that situation?

The boys ran to Windrixville and sought shelter there for about a week. In that time, they had deep conversations about things they'd never dare speak of to anyone else. It was refreshing, being away from society and free to be themselves. Nothing could ruin it: until the fire, of course.

The hardest thing Ponyboy ever had to do was witness his best friend lying in a hospital bed, covered in burns and in constant pain. Somewhere inside of him, he knew from the moment he saw Johnny in the hospital, that he was going to die, but he pushed those thoughts away.

Johnny's final spoken words to Ponyboy were "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold." They played on repeat in Pony's mind until he could no longer recall what Johnny's voice sounded like, and they simply became words Pony's mind said on loop.

He didn't get a proper funeral. If he did, Ponyboy would've given him a proper eulogy. Instead, Pony prepared a small note that he would read after they buried him. He never ended up reading it, though. He was too shaken up to, and therefore the note sat on his desk, unheard by anyone.

"Johnny never had a chance in this world. If he did, we wouldn't be here today, but rather at a ceremony celebrating his accomplishments. Johnny could've gone far had fate chosen someone else to kill. Even though he had every reason not to be, Johnny was gold. He easily could've been mean and cold like Dally, but instead he chose to be good. Johnny chose to run into that fire, and he chose to not be bitter about it in the end. He was just too damn good for growing old.

I love him more than I think I can ever love anyone ever again. He wasn't just my best friend, but a part of me. He deserved so much better. In the end, he chose to be grateful for the life he had, and that's how I know nobody will ever be as gold as he was.

Goodbye, Johnny. I hope that, looking down, you'll be able to smile again. I love you."

It wasn't fair that everyone around them could love without consequences. But life wasn't fair, the Curtis brothers discovered, and it never would be. They'd all be better of never loving again than to risk losing someone else all because their hearts loved too much.

#whumptober 2024 #no.13 #familial curse #the outsiders #fanfic #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #parry #paul x darry #soda x sandy #platonic johnnyboy #this fandom has turned me to the darkside (parry)#ive never written romance before and it tells #that note to Johnny was cheesy but lets just go with it

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