#thegaygreaser

[kats-blogg]

KAT

Pick one of these key words: Mystical, festive, dark fantasy, psychic, pastel, HD, vibrant, fantasy art, steampunk, ukiyoe, synthwave

Hi Liam! Sorry hopefully I’m not too late!

How about festive?

[hellsfanatic]

Sup super dope

hey liem

this is my second nickname of the day i’m winning

[themostpopulargreasersintulsa]

Are you planning on posting anything in the future? I really like your blog and went through everything already haha :D it’s fine if not! Just wanted to ask 💕💕

oh my god i am so sorry for the late response

i have an entire note section in my phone full of ideas for this! unfortunately i haven’t been as obsessed with the outsiders or mpgis as i used to be. but honestly i might make some more soon bc it’s such a waste to have all those ideas and not post any of them. so i guess keep an eye out but no promises!!! sorry i couldn’t give a shorter simpler answer :\

[libraryfag]

I adore your user

you too! /gen

[acidjam]

(His coffee hasn't kicked in yet)

[undertale-theytotallysaidthat]

Frisk: Yeah, auditions are next week.

Sans: You know what? I’m gonna audition for the talent show.

Papyrus: Oh, really? What're you gonna do?

Sans: "Hi, my name is Sans, and I’m auditioning for the part of the trombone!" *trombone sounds*

[shifting-lark]

Oh, sorry, never mind! You have to be asleep to shift, I just discovered. Sorry to bother :)

Hello friend!!!

So I got your other ask (that this is referring to) about having the lights on or off when you shift, and I never replied but:

You actually do not have to be asleep to shift!! It’s very very COMMON to be asleep and do sleeping methods to shift, but there are some awake methods you can do to shift!!!

So just wanted to clear that up for you so you weren’t misinformed! If you have any other questions please send them in ☺️☺️

[randomized-ice]

Sai, a confused baby: Can you eat non-toxic people?

Sakura: Why the fuck would you even think that?

Sai: They're not toxic for a reason, right?

Naruto:

Sakura:

Naruto:

Sakura:

Naruto: Get out

[your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace]

hashtag when ur openly queer to ur classmates but this kid says "hey --- u look like a f*ggot" and ur literally... right there...

[sophie-i-guess13]

Soda & Steve

Extra special thank you to @apricot-colored-feathers for helping me write this fic! Up until this pint, I had only heard about clubfoot once or twice so I really appreciate all the help they offered and provided. Make sure to check out their tips on writing clubfoot if you haven’t already :)

|Words: 1499|

|Characters: Sodapop Curtis, Steve Randle|

|Genre: Fluff|

|Tw: N/A|

Tag! @mjmacchio1991 @apricot-colored-feathers @pepsi-and-cigarettes @the-kneesbees @thegaygreaser @ralphmaccchiato

I liked school just as much as my brothers did. Maybe not for the same reasons, since Darry and Pony were smart, but I liked it all the same. My favourite part, instead of sitting down and learning, was meeting all the new kids. 

Like Keith Mathews. He was a little bit older than me, but not by much. He was funny, too, as his mom always packed him two cookies in his lunch he liked to share. He even had a baby sister on the way, so I’d tell him about all the ways he could help his momma, like Darry, Dad, and me helped my mom.  Sure, Keith and I got along fine, but I really got along great with this other kid in our class named Steve. 

His hair was dark and messy, usually combed back and away from his face. He never spoke as loud as Keith and I, almost like he didn’t wanna draw too much attention to himself and would rather slip right through the floor. But, I called him a friend all the same. Even if he was a little quiet, or couldn’t run around like all the rest of us on the playground, or even if he used a cane to get around. 

Missus Randle looked the same as her son. They both had thick, dark, hair that curled around their ears, even the same light green eyes. When she opens the door and I stumble back off the porch step, only to meet Momma’s hand between my shoulders, the first thing I notice is the small glittering earrings behind a mass of her hair. Her smile is almost blinding when her lips part, painted like the Red Sea. “You must be Sodapop, Steve’s been tellin’ me all about you,” she says, my name dripping off her tongue like honey as she scoots aside and pushes her door wider. “Why don’t y’all come inside, his father won’t be back for another hour or two. Steve’s just up in his bedroom, up the stairs and the first door on the right.”

Momma steps inside the house behind me, introducing herself to Missus Randle like she does to every parent in the neighbourhood. She introduces herself back and tells Momma to just call her Ginny, but I don’t pay much attention to what they say as I climb the stairs.

He’s exactly where his mom told me he’d be. The door creaks open slowly – slow enough that I can see him toss a blanket over his denim-clad jeans before I call out to him. “Steve? It’s Sodapop Curtis, your mom let me in?”  

“Yeah,” he says as the door finally swings open all the way. He’s still laying in his bed, his black curls sprawled out amid his pillows. On the floor, his wooden cane lay under at least a hundred comic books and homework sheets neither of us had looked at since Monday. “My room’s kinda messy, sorry ‘bout that.”

I chuckle before stepping inside. The door is directly in line with his bedroom window, so I can see the clouds blowing past us in the autumn wind. “I share a bedroom with my baby brother,” I say as I move further into his bedroom, “he’s five and about as messy as you can get.”

The quiet murmur of our mothers crept up the stairs as I stood there in the middle of his room, one hand curling around the collar of Dad’s old flannel and the other wrinkling the paper bag I was holding.

“What’s in the bag, Soda?”

Steve and his mom looked pretty similar, but she didn’t have freckles. Now that he was flat on his back without his hair clinging to his cheeks, it was easy to see the marks dotting the bridge of his nose and temple, all the way up to his eyebrows. I didn’t answer his question right away, even if it was nothing to hide. Instead, my own curiosity was leaking into my mind, much like the breeze following me through the front door and to his bedroom. “Why’re you lying down, Steve? Can’t be too comfortable, is it?”

I knew better than to ask about his cane. Momma had made sure to raise her boys better than that – better than most of the kids in our class, it seems. Of course, I was wondering, but once school really picked up, it didn’t seem to matter. Steve Randle was my friend and just happened to use a cane to get around. I had no reason to go poking my nose in places it didn’t belong.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” I say, a bit embarrassed. “I… My momma makes good chocolate cake, so when I told ‘er you haven’t been in school the last few days, we wanted to bring you a piece.”

I never did realize the flecks of grey in his eyes. But now that he’s staring at me straight on, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, I don’t know how I could’ve missed it in the first place. He sighs before speaking, low, deep, and quiet.

“My mom doesn’t want me movin’ around too much on my own- she’s worried I’ll hurt my other foot. She was on the phone with her sister in Kansas when I slipped down, I couldn’t call her.”

I must have looked as clueless as I felt because Steve rolled his eyes. Not in a real mean way,  he looked too anxious to be cruel. The thick blue quilt is thrown back in an instant as he gestures to his bare legs with his free hand. I follow his eyes until I reach his feet. “It’s called clubfoot,” Steve mutters thickly. “Doctors dunno what causes it, only that it means my one foot didn’t form right when I was a baby. That’s why Mom’s callin’ her sister; she married a doctor. We’re supposed to head up to Kansas this weekend so he can take a look at me.”

I didn’t realize what I was supposed to be looking at at first. His socks were thick and made of grey wool, even a bit too big for him since they bunched up around his ankles. Then, after Steve cleared his throat, I got it. It looked like his left foot was fine, with toes pointed towards his plain white ceiling, it was his right foot that didn’t look the same. Instead, his foot seemed to lean towards the other. Something told me Steve didn’t do it on purpose, either. I can’t imagine it would be too comfortable walking around like that, so I asked him. 

“Does it hurt?”

He shrugged and traced the edge of his blanket slowly. “Most days. The cane helps a little bit, with takin’ the weight off an’ all. I’ve been taking a lot of aspirin the last few days because of it, though.”

“Ponyboy had his teeth comin’ in a couple years ago,” I say just to fill the silence. I can’t think of anything else to say that doesn’t sound like pity. “He wailed and wailed the entire night, Darry an’ me were just about ready to send him up the river if it meant gettin’ some sleep-” I laugh at the idea now, because Pony knows his big brothers would never let something like that happen to him. “-We didn’t, though, he was just teething. He was a real whiny kid, still is sometimes.”

I always had a bad habit of rambling when things got awkward. Darry only played with his hands, and Pony was still too young to realize when he was being awkward, which meant I was the only one to talk too much. But instead of shushing me, or just tryna pretend I wasn’t even there, Steve smiled at me. 

“Would you mind helpin’ me up? My mom’s been busy for a while.”

I had a feeling I’d like Steve since the first day of school. He was quiet and easy to lose track of since he liked to sink into the background so often. But as we sat together on his bed with our backs to the wall and shoulders stuck to one another, I learned he’s pretty smart. We talked about comics, other kids in our class, even our homework when the topics ran out. Even when we felt like we were running out of things to say, none of it seemed boring. 

We talked about what going up to Kansas meant for him, too. I think he was a bit nervous about the whole thing, even if he did a swell job hiding it. And afterwards, when Momma called up the stairs and told me we had to head home for our own dinner, I told Steve I was looking forward to seeing him in school when he came back. I told him I’d come visit him too, and that I’d even bring another piece of chocolate cake. 

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[kats-blogg]

Starting a picrew chain because I’m bored and thought this one was cute :D

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Gonna tag some friends but no pressure!

@neptunic--disaster @painandalsosuffering @pixaldateblue @the-ascendant-doodler @genderfluidsheep @dallaswinstonsleatherjacket @thegaygreaser @lipsticksandcigarettes @lego-tesseract @goth--rose @dollsroses @goldiegreaserbones @lunalasgf @cleverclove @someguyiguess and anyone else who wants to!

[hellsfanatic]

How long have you been growing your nails? :D

uh……. they’re all different. they break and i don’t really track it

i think they’re all under like 9 months right now for sure, probs less

[hottestswagking]

@thegaygreaser @someguyiguess @icefrucket @commit-a-melony @shinypenguinpizza @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid do you like my turtle collection? I worked hard and am very proud!

Gaze upon my amphibian friends

[myveryradblog]

@hellsfanatic secretly LOVES eggs

( @thegaygreaser helped me w this)

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Hi I'm kinda new, what are some accounts I should follow (sorry im shy)

Hi anon!

Here are some of my friends! These are most if not all, outsiders blogs.

@naturallesbian @thegaygreaser @hellsfanatic @donttakemyknives @pepsi-and-cigarettes @frog--kingg @goldiegreaserbones @a-little-birdie-once-told-me @rosierdoll @felworthless @just-a-bisexual-demon @clydeexe @newtaholic-staygold