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smokinrat · 3 months ago
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Gravity Falls au where instead of Ford saying "Your sister has a magnetic personality, she'll be fine on her own" and "Isn't it suffocating being around her all the time?" he offers to school both Dipper AND Mabel. Like, homie, you were just bragging about how you have 12 PHD's and Dipper's parents would be happy to have him teach their son. If you're able to teach a 12 year old to fight monsters, I think you can take some time to also teach both of them 8th grade english and how to use variables. Not to mention the fact that in the Book of Bill it talks about how Dipper has reoccurring nightmares about an argument he overheard from his parents, and Bill points out how their parents were so quick to send the two of them away from home. (Also I’m almost certain that it’s canon Dipper’s real name is Mason. On the website if you enter Mason into the computer it brings up an entry that Dipper wrote, with some notes from Ford).
"Yeah don’t worry, leaving your sister during some of the arguably worst years of a person’s life is fine cause she’s social.”
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“I think it’s great you don’t want to leave your sister, and instead of projecting my own feelings of how I felt with Stan onto you, I want to respect your wishes and find a way to combine our ideas. Since I was just saying how I have 12 PHD’s, and the fact I’ve been fighting monsters and survived in an alternate dimension for 30-something years, I’m sure I can very easily teach two 13 year olds what square roots are.”
ALSO we could’ve seen some moments between Ford and Mabel. Imagine he’s helping her with math because she doesn’t understand something, and he’s able to help by replacing numbers with puppies and stickers or something. I also think she’d like to color code - mostly because she enjoys all the different colors, and Ford likes doing it because it helps him organize. Going back to stickers, I just KNOW Mabel would decorate his lab with them. Stickers, glitter, drawings, all of it.
I would like to clarify: I am not a Ford hater, I love him and his character. I just wish he could’ve responded differently to Dipper wanting to stay with Mabel.
This got kinda long, whoopsies lol
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I feel like Two-bit used to bite people as a kid, and whether he did it in a friendly or unfriendly way is an on-running debate within the gang
I think- if he still gets the opportunity- he’d still bite Sodapop and Steve, just to mess with them <3
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j-nope-not-today · 1 year ago
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Aww thanks for the tag! To all my friends here on Tumblr!
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Tag: @mbruben-stein @lokislittlemisfit @strawbearybearblog @mysticboombox @ms-minsuga @smokinrat @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak
This is the Nugget of Friendship.
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It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.
Yes. I mean YOU.
Now shoo.
Pass on the Nugget of Friendship.
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pumpkinsy0 · 3 years ago
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thx user smokinrat very nice photo to show me in my time of despair
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smokinrat · 3 months ago
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Going through and revising some of my old posts. I already did it last night with my Tim Shepard headcanons, so I've got more motivation to actually write!
Hope y'all like the newer writing
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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Hi could I request a Curtis lil sis youngest where the gang is protective and stuff and she starts feeling like an outsider among them even though she’s like the baby you know, no pun intended lol, and being the only girl and stuff she just starts feeling really low and down and stuff, also: thank you so much for the request I put in before I absolutely loved it!! You’re the best!!
Of course! So glad you liked the one before, and enjoy this one!
Also I’m sorry if I didn’t get the summary fully correct — basically I heard “Curtis sister who starts trying to be more like the rest of the gang (going to rumbles, hanging around people like Curly, etc.) because she thinks she’s old enough, but after they scold her and say she can’t because she’s the youngest & a girl (it is the 60s) she starts to feel down.” If this isn’t what you requested feel free to correct me on anything, and I’ll edit it for you!
Reader is around 11 - 12
Big Brothers, Big Tasks (continued)
Pt. 1 here
(Y/n) felt her hair being pulled from behind as she stumbled backwards. She had gotten herself involved in a rumble, one that had turned out to be a lot more violent then she’d expected. She had gotten too confident, and put herself in a position where she was in danger, and now she was paying the consequences. It had only been a week and a half since her run in with the Brumly Boys, but after the first few days she had grown restless. Darry had been keeping a closer eye on her, and made her curfew 7:30pm instead of 9:00pm, she had tried to fight it, but it was pointless, because in the end Darry overruled her.
As a last resort she started talking to Curly Shepard, which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best idea. (Y/n) knew she wasn’t supposed to talk to him, — hell, even Pony wasn’t supposed to hang around Curly — but she didn’t see any other options. School was one of the few places Darry couldn’t stop her, so every lunch period she tried her luck by leaving the middle school’s campus and walking to the gas station that was near the high school. She knew this was where Curly spent his lunch period thanks to the office secretaries who had been gossiping about some of the trouble he had started there.
The first time she’d tried talking to him he was with friends, so it wasn’t as easy. “Hi, Curly” (Y/n) said, hoping to start some type of conversation, “Uhm, hi, (Y/n), why are you here?” He responded, he started looking around, looking for any adults that might’ve come with her. “Awh, is Curls your babysitter or something, sweetheart? You need help with your homework?” One of Curly’s friends cut in, gaining the hilarity of their friend group, “Nah, Thomas, I bet she needs Curly to hold her hand as she crosses the street!” One of the others replied. “Curly, why didn’t you tell us you worked with preschoolers? We would’ve loved to help out!” The one named Thomas joked, he reached for (Y/n)’s hand and smiled at her before continuing, “Do you need help calling your mommy to come pick you up?” The guys behind him lost it, leaning on each other to stop themselves from falling over. (Y/n) yanked her hand away from Thomas, leaving him to turn around and face a royally pissed off Curly.
The boys laughter died down as they saw what was about to happen, even Thomas’ demeanor faltered as he looked Curly in the eye. “Look, man, it was just a joke I swear-” Before he could finish his sentence Curly had punched him in the gut. “Try to make a fool out of me again, and I won’t be as forgiving.” He warned, his eyes were filled with fury as he peered down at Thomas, who was now doubled over in pain. Curly stepped around him, and grabbed (Y/n) by the back of her neck, the two of them walked away from the group, and over to a beat up truck that (Y/n) could only guess belonged to one of the boys.
“Why are you here?” Curly asked, (Y/n) shifted under his gaze - worried that he was going to call someone. “Answer me, tyke.” He snapped, “I just wanted to do something that was, y’know, cool, or adventurous.” She answered while avoiding eye contact. “God, you sound just like Pony.” Curly sighed, but (Y/n) could tell he didn’t mean it as an insult, or a bad thing. “You wanna do something ‘cool’?” He asked with crossed arms. (Y/n) looked up and nodded, hoping that this was their chance to be accepted by Curly, “Fine, but if you get caught or anything I ain’t gonna put my ass on the line for you, got it?” Curly questioned, (Y/n) nodded, “Yeah, but I won’t mess up, I promise.” She said. Curly turned and jerked his thumb to the store, “Go get me a pack of mints, without paying.” He directed. When (Y/n) stood there for a moment he sighed, “Steal them, kid, how dum-” He started, but (Y/n) interrupted him, “I know what you mean! I just haven’t ever done it before, so I don’t really know what to do..” She defended. “Well we all start somewhere, just stick ‘em in your back pocket, and cover it with your shirt.”
The bell rang as (Y/n) stepped into the gas station, she weaved through the small isles before finding the mints she was sent in for. Checking around her she quickly grabbed them and stuffed them in her back pocket. As she was leaving the clerk shouted out to her, “You sure you’re not gonna buy anything?”, (Y/n) looked back with her best smile, “Oh, oh no, I was just looking for something & it wasn’t there.” She responded, hoping it sounded convincing. “I could help you look for it, we might even have it in the back-” He was cutoff by the bell above the door, “That’s okay! Thanks for the offer, though.” She answered while walking out the door.
She walked over to Curly, who was standing back near his friends, “I got them.” (Y/n) pulled out the Altoids from her back pocket and handed them to Curly. “Wow, you actually did it, not bad, kid.” He praised. (Y/n) smiled, happy that she’d pulled it off, and even happier knowing she got away with it. “You know, you’ve got a lot of potential, if you wanted to come back tomorrow you could.” One of them offered; Y/n grinned, standing up straighter, and agreed. As she walked back to the school she thought about everything, and if what she was doing would really be worth it. She cut herself short, however, and instead took notice to making it to math on time.
As (Y/n) walked home she kept readjusting her bag, feeling uncomfortable and nervous. She felt like Darry would somehow know, he’d know about her trip to the gas station and her stealing something, stealing for Curly Shepard no less. As (Y/n) walked through the back door she listened for footsteps, but didn’t hear anything besides the hum of the fridge. She placed her bag next to one of the chairs at the kitchen table, hoping to get a snack & start on homework before anyone else got home, along with settling her nerves in the process. Unfortunately, she couldn’t even have that and heard Ponyboy & Johnny enter through the back door - talking about the rumble on Saturday. “Hey, (Y/n), when’d you get home?” Pony asked while putting his bag down near the door. “Oh, just now, what were you saying about a rumble though?” She asked, hopeful that they'd share some details with her. “Nothin’ much, we’re just facing off against the socs’ again, apparently they've been messing with the Brumly Boys, and y’know, standing up for each other & all, so we’re gonna help them out,” Ponyboy explained while cutting himself some cake. “Why? You’ve never had any interest in it before.” He asked while offering Johnny some of the food. “Oh, no reason, I just thought I might go is all-” (Y/n) was cutoff by Pony looking at her like she was crazy.
“What?? (Y/n), you can't go, it’s too dangerous, you’ll get hurt, or-” “Pony, the entire point is to get hurt!” She cut him off, worried that this would be his reaction, and slightly hurt that he thought she couldn’t do it. Pony stopped talking, and just shook his head and sighed “It’s not like Darry’ll let ya go anyways.” He and Johnny left after 15 minutes, saying they were going to the lot or somewhere else. (Y/n) hadn’t been paying attention, she was focused on how she was going to convince Darry to let her go, she sat at the kitchen table trying to think of a plan, or some other way she could end up at the rumble. After a good 8 more minutes of brainstorming she thought of something, she could tell him she was studying at the library - then go to the rumble & stick with Shepard’s crowd. She thought it was foolproof, and that it’d be easy to stay out of Darry’s sight, she was dead wrong.
Friday came and went quickly, (Y/n) found Curly at the gas station again, hanging around him and his friends for that afternoon - skipping class. It was the first time (Y/n) did something like that, and when she got driven home she felt nervous enough to puke. Sneaking in through the backdoor, even though nobody else was home, and trying to make it look like she’d been home for longer than she had. Before sitting down she looked over at the phone, they would've left a message because she skipped school. (Y/n) hopped over her schooling & shoes, grabbing the phone to rid of the message. She succeeded in doing so, and was proud of herself for catching one of the smaller flaws in her plan.
Soon enough it was Saturday morning, and (Y/n)’s nerves were through the roof. Her leg bounced as she sat at the table, she found herself trying to do anything she could to make time go by faster without having to talk to her brothers. She just hoped that Ponyboy hadn’t told Darry about her sudden interest in the rumble, but he hadn’t questioned her about it so it was unlikely he knew. As it drew closer to 7:00pm (Y/n) got more and more excited, all they had to do was sneak out of the house a few minutes after the gang left, meet up with Curly at the lot, and sneak back home a few minutes before the gang. It seemed so simple, and yet things went so wrong.
7:00pm finally rolled around after a long and awkward day of trying to avoid her brothers & the gang. She did feel a little bad for lying to Darry, he seemed to trust that she’d stay home, but she wanted - no, needed to prove she was tuff, and that she could handle herself. She waited until they walked down the street & they were no longer in sight before bolting out the front door and taking a different route towards the lot. She got there a little after they did, walking around towards the Shepard’s crew to find Curly.
“(Y/n)! (Y/n), get over here.” Curly said from a few feet behind her, she turned around and jogged over to him; “See, Tim? Darry never would’ve let her come if she wasn’t able to handle herself.” Curly claimed, (Y/n) did her best to avoid direct eye contact with Tim, he’d come over to their house before, in fact the entire Shepard gang had visited the Curtis house in the past, but that time he’d been in her territory - this time she was stepping into his environment, she had no power over what happened.
“Look at me when I’m speaking, kid.” Tim demanded, (Y/n) hadn’t even noticed that he was speaking, she looked up at him and it took almost everything in her to not immediately look away again. “Has Darry prepped you for this yet? You know any of the rules, or who you’re gonna go for first? How do you throw your punches? Do you actually know how to fight??” Tim bombarded her with questions, and she kept getting cutoff before she could answer, “Tim, slow down, you ain’t even given her a chance to answer you.” Curly interfered. (Y/n) did her best to remember all of Tim’s questions and answer them in order, “I wasn’t prepped for, uh, for the rumble, uhm, I- I didn’t know there were certain rules.. I don’t know who to- who to go for.” She started looking around her, suddenly worried about Darry’s where-a-bouts. Curly set a his hand on her shoulder and gave it a small shake, “You’re okay, kid, I know Tim looks like he lives under a bridge and eats snails for breakfast-” A quick smack to the head from Tim periodically cut Curly up, “BUT, if a certain someone would let me finish speaking, I can tell you he ain’t gonna do anything to hurt ya. Not like anyone here would let him if he tried, anyway.” Curly smiled at (Y/n) and patted their back.
“Okay, kid, now that you know I won’t eat you alive,” A quick side-glare to Curly, “try answering my questions before this thing starts.” Tim said. (Y/n) breathed deeply and started over, “I wasn’t prepped for this, I didn’t know there were certain rues, uhm, I don’t know who I’m gonna go for, Steve, Dally, an’ Two-bit taught me how to throw a punch and defend myself, but not really a fighting style.” (Y/n) finished and looked between Tim & Curly. “Okay, in that case Curly here is gonna team up with you to help ya take people down. I’m surprised Darry didn’t give ya a run down... but basically you can’t pull a weapon or anything - this is a fist fight. And you’re smart enough to know that you’re supposed to beat people up, don’t ya?” Tim asked, (Y/n) nodded her head, her plan to work alone and prove herself wouldn’t work out, but participating was still a step up from staying home.
The three of them looked over to the center of the lot where the soc’s started to line up. “Alright, let’s get this shit started.” Tim muttered as he walked up to the front. (Y/n) walked around with Curly, wary of Darry & the rest of the gang who were standing closer to the other end of the lot. When (Y/n) looked back she saw Tim pummel a guy right in the nose, and things were off. Curly called her name and she ran after him, he immediately targeted a soc with blonde hair and rings on his hands, knocking him to the ground. “(Y/n), grab his rings for me, and kick him while you’re at it.” Curly instructed before slugging the soc in the jaw. (Y/n) bent over and started slipping rings off his fingers and sticking them in her pockets before stomping on his hands. As soon as Curly got off him he ran back towards his car, cursing them out & pushing people down in the process.
(Y/n) turned away from the soc to look at Curly, only to see he’d run off and was fighting someone else. (Y/n) debated between running to help or finding someone to fight on her own. Before she could choose she felt her hair being pulled from behind, stumbling back and falling to the ground as a result. She looked to see the person responsible and saw the soc who’d gotten punched in the nose by Tim. He grabbed her wrist as tightly as possible and was about to do god knows what before he was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground by Tim. Standing beyond him was none other than Darrel Curtis, a look of shock, fear, and anger written all across his face. He jogged towards her and shook her shoulders “What the hell are you doing here?!” He shouted, looking around before sighing in relief at the sight of the soc’s retreating. People started cheering and yelling in excitement. but instead of celebrating Darry grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and started pulling her back in the direction of home.
“Darry! Where ya goin- is that (Y/n)??” Two-bit interrupted his own sentence and stared in disbelief and hilarity. “When did she get to come out here?” He asked, “She didn’t. I never gave her permission, she snuck out.” Darry answered, disappointment filling his voice. Tim came in next to Two-bit, confused, “Whadda ya mean you never gave her permission? Curly said-”  “I said I didn’t think she’d be able to come out without his permission!” Curly defended. “Well why were you talking to her about it at all??” Darry started to raise his voice, Tim hit Curly on the back of the head, “Oh you’re in for it, you ass.” Tim looked back at Darry and started apologizing, asking if there was anything he could do, an saying he never wanted or planned for (Y/n) to get hurt. “I know you didn’t, Tim, there’s nothin much you can do I’m afraid, just keep an eye on that one.” He stared at Curly as if he was about to kill him. “I will, trust me. Good luck with the little one.” Tim said. (Y/n) cringed at being called ‘the little one’, it was as if all of this was for nothing, it’d been more trouble than it was worth.
“Dammit, (Y/n), sit still.” Darry ordered as he disinfected her cuts. (Y/n) did her best to stop moving, trying not to upset him even more. It stung as the little bubbles sizzled into her scratches, but she did her best not to move as Darry asked. She didn’t even notice the tears welling up in her eyes and slipping down her face until Darry sighed and wiped them away with his thumb. “I know it hurts, but if you didn’t sneak out in the first place I wouldn’t need to be cleaning your cuts would I?” He asked, “I’m sorry, I really am sorry, Darry- I just wanted to prove I can take care if myself, I- I never wanted to cause trouble, or make problems. I just want to be like the rest of you guys, I-” (Y/n) took a shuddery sigh as tears continued to roll down her face. Darry pulled her close to his chest and ran his fingers through her hair while she cried into his shirt.
“I know you didn’t want to cause trouble, you’re not like that, but if you want to hang out with the rest of us just ask. You can’t do stuff like this, and for several reasons. First of all, you’re younger and smaller than the rest if us - that puts you in more danger. Secondly, as unfair as it may be, you’re a girl, people may not be as open or excepting to the idea of you doing the things we do cause of that. Thirdly, I never gave you permission. You put yourself in a danger by going to that rumble.” He finished talking and let everything sink in. “I’m glad you’re safe, that’s the most important thing to me, but you’re still going to be punished, understand?” He asked, (Y/n) nodded into his chest, not wanting to have to look him in the eyes yet.
Darry finally finished cleaning (Y/n)’s cuts, but by the time he did she was just barley staying awake. He carried her upstairs & helped her get ready for bed best he could before lying her down in bed. “I know you wanna be seen as one of the big kids, but take some time to appreciate your age, doll.” He kissed her forehead and turned out the light, leaving her to sleep peacefully.
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miryum · 2 years ago
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@smokinrat​
tag yourself - types of heroes
warrior: would rather die than cry in front of a crowd, always bracing themself for the next hit, taking one deep breath before going crazy on the battlefield, learning by being thrown around a lot
magical: easily mistaken for the bad guy, wanting everyone to dream about them, not ready to run athletically but will run from their feelings forever, quite willing to sacrifice anything to win
royal: still waiting for their new shiny toy, wearing glitter and jewel studded clothing unapologetically, waiting for the inevitable comeback of their evil uncle, the type to sell what others are buying
chosen: knowing nothing about anything is their default mode, tired of hearing all the love calls and hero worship they seem to be getting, keep them waiting at no cost, making their loved ones run from them
hybrid: conflicting personal interests, only needing a touch to understand other’s emotions, wearing a devil’s horns and an angel’s wings with grace, quite the dancer in the dark, their sanity’s driving in circles
involuntary: drawn to the river and forest, would rather blend into the background if they could, liking to be independent and to belong somewhere, getting back up no matter how many times they fall
fool: their kind unassuming soul constantly being played with, having a quick fight or flight response, not yet feeling the vertigo, meeting up with their friends to drink and play card games
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smokinrat · 1 year ago
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I have to wait until Christmas to get a new laptop (my last one could barley load Crossy road without shutting down)
Once I get that laptop though, it is OVER for y’all 🫶🙏🙏
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smokinrat · 1 year ago
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My redraw of @nots__27’s (instagram) clown drawing
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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whats ur fav character from the outsiders?
Thank you for asking! Probably Johnny or Darry, but if we’re talking background characters it’d be any of the Shepards. They all have a lot of depth to their characters, and I can relate to Darry & Johnny in a few different ways.
Hbu?
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smokinrat · 1 year ago
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When their head is actually an object >>>
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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Drawing of Princess Daisy my brother made for me yesterday.
Y’all have no idea how much I actually love this, and he did such a good job, too. It is un-ironically one of my prized possessions.
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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Yay
Anyways I’m also working on stuff in my inbox rn, cause my keyboard is working now so I’m taking advantage.
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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I’m always happy to hear feedback & suggestions! <3
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!
Yippee <3
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smokinrat · 2 years ago
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It was “GONE, GONE / THANK YOU” by Tyler the Creator 👍
I didn’t even remember the actual lyrics 💀
Y’all ever get a song stuck in your head but you can’t really remember the lyrics and it’s like:
Hmm hm hmm-hmm, I just wanna ______ (1, 2, 3)
And then it’s like maybe acoustic guitar after that?
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