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clippedwingsmuses · 7 hours ago
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twilight half feels her nerve break at the shift in the queen's tone, as if she was suddenly forced back into the conversation. had she really been so out of it by the time words finished spilling from her running mouth? perhaps her sense of awareness had begun to plummet. her inability to split the difference between thought and speech was surely obvious. her jaw moves, teeth parting to open her tinted lips. they clack together and silence her before they do. half-lidded eyes seem to stare through the tablecloth, the table, the floor.
a moment of contemplation passes. her lips open, eyes shut, snout tilted toward the ceiling. she inhales. her head tilts down, parallel to the table, eyes catching the queen's. her voice carries a sense of longing when she lets her thoughts be said outloud.
" even with the council of friendship's meetings... i do miss the early days of our friendship. when all of equestria didn't know our names, " twilight muses, drawing circles with a hoof on the table. " i know i would enjoy the peace with them alone but, i feel as though it would be dishonest of me to fade into the background. to... hide. "
twilight shakes her head as she lifts it. she didn't like being recognized, but... it was as luna had said; ponies should be able to see her as a mare, not a princess or empress. a friend. more than the role she had been given, and taken on. how could she form that opinion if she only ever worked? golden clad hoof sorts through the pages in her notepad. her quill pens a title for this newest section as it had the former. it seems to write of its own accord as she speaks, following luna's recollection of memory.
" that was different. you deserved—and still do deserve—to be seen as 'luna' and not 'nightmare'. " she flinches, uncomfortable herself saying the name. she quickly continues before the topic has room to change. " i wasn't born of trauma, or, um... raw emotion, i suppose. i was just a mare, and then... "
she was born as the element of magic. she grew to be the princess of friendship. she was elected to be the equestrian empress... with the destruction of the elements the six of them had reawakened, the tree that gave them their magic... one could say they were now then the nurturers of harmony. to her own endeavors, to equestria's continued future... she and her friends were more than just friends, more than just their elements... they were everything.
" ...pinkie would be better suited as an icon of friendship, and it's for that exact reason, " twilight's ears stood upright. hooves twitched, pins and needles in her skin. " there's not a pony or creature around who she doesn't consider a friend. isn't... that what the icon of friendship is supposed to be..? "
" ...nevermind. i suppose i really am overthinking it... what if's and what could've been's don't serve to change the situation. " twilight takes a breath. another finished cup has lukewarm glass from her hooves holding it so often. " i really do need a break, don't i... i've been so busy since she's been gone, it seems the memorial is the only place i acknowledge the passage of time. "
she debates filling her glass again. the food she's left untouched has already begun to grow cold. it is unpleasant to pick up at all. it's difficult for her to finish it, but wasting it isn't a great feeling either. she decides she need not another drink if she's going to stand up soon anyways. at least she isn't working on an empty stomach. her energy will quickly replenish.
" but, luna, are you sure you could handle things if i wasn't here? " twilight's ears perk, some life returning to her coat and eyes again. " i could put together an agenda of things to do, but i'd have to get in touch with some of my associates to see what i can reasonably postpone or pass down. "
the empress looks absolutely miserable and luna hates it. was this what her sister intended for the young mare? to be sentenced to such a life because of some supposed destiny? it wasn't fair and it was unacceptable. equestria needed harmony to function - she doesn't want to find out what happens if that harmony is broken again because one of the nation's leaders can't be happy. the princess of friendship with no friends might as well be a pegasus with no wings.
that has to change. maybe once they finally put celestia to rest properly, twilight could move on and find that spark again. luna downs a carafe of coffee, effectively pushing off sleep for a few more hours. the sun warms her back, seeping into her feathers, wrapping around her in so familiar a grasp her throat tightens.
"well that just won't do," she states bluntly. no room for arguing. luna might still struggle socially after all these years, moreso with loss, but surely she could figure out some way to get twilight that space to relax. "this weekend-" ears pin and feathers fluff at horrid sound. hm. perhaps they should postpone working on celestia's memorial so the poor purple mare could get some rest. before something was broken. luna has to force her jaw to unclench before she can continue. "this weekend, you will go to ponyville. you will leave all your duties to me. invite cadance should you wish."
sea green eyes fix on the younger as if they spoke of battle plans not days off. "but you will go see your friends. i can teach you how to disguise yourself if you don't want to be noticed. or there are spells to make others look over you as though you weren't even there." celestia and her had matching personas, of course. sunny and starry skies when they wanted to go out without crowns.
her voice softens. "they miss you. i don't need to look into their dreams to see that." ponies lives were so brief so short who knew how long twilight's friends had. "my sister did not send you there so you could end up not having any friends at all. we are social creatures regardless of rank. let ponies see you as you are. they should know you up close. the more you walk among them, the more they see you as just a mare. not a princess or an empress. a friend."
she suddenly smiles and shoves three more pancakes in her mouth, cheeks stuffed until she can chew enough to swallow. "do you remember when you taught me about fun? you took off the mask of nightmare so i could be seen. ponyville forgot who i was when i showed them i was just like them. i like games and playing pranks and eating popcorn."
a poor icon she is. a bad example. dark hoof props up her chin to keep those words safe in her mouth. "maybe don't think of it as a role? you are magic. you are friendship. if you don't overthink it too much, it might come naturally." luna blinks, head tilting in confusion. clearly she was missing information on pinkie pie. "how would you follow in her hoofsteps? i'm not sure her approach really...fits you. or at least i've never seen you flit about like she does, never knowing the meaning of 'stranger.'"
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rainbow-alicorn-funtime · 1 year ago
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The creatures!!! Love these stupid background horses <33
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cybersixed · 2 months ago
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Postal Dude in places he shouldn’t be Part 2: My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
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stellar-collective · 3 months ago
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Just for fun: in your Canon, who gets what Element of Harmony?
OH MY GOSH I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT THESE GUYS AS PONIES OK OK
wELL here’s the thing. we don’t have enough developed characters from the Agency to fill out the Elements of Harmony, so i decided to go a bit AU for this one and turn some villains into heroes so we can have a full bracket!
after much deliberation, i have assigned the following: Agent Phoenix as Magic, Reginald as Laughter, Ollie as Loyalty, Solaris as Honesty, Juniper as Generosity, and Prism as Kindness. i’ll go into detail as to why and also give them all silly pony names and cutie marks and such under the cut :P
Agent Phoenix’s name remains the same (since it’s an alias anyway), and they have a lighter with a phoenix feather behind it as their cutie mark. tbh i have no idea what type of pony they’d be bc like you’d think unicorn bc of their TK but then what’s the point of the implant so maybe they’re a pegasus? idk, doesn’t matter, anyway— besides the fact that they have telekinesis, i made them Magic bc they embody the magical elements of friendship; the sudden click with someone you hardly know, the unlikely ally, the almost supernatural element of it all that makes people care so much about each other that, bound by nothing but mutual affection, they can take down world-ending threats.
Reginald becomes Ruffled Feathers (his friends call him Ruffles). he’s a pegasus with a headset emblazoned with the Agency logo on it for a cutie mark. i made him Laughter because his entire thing is keeping a lighthearted attitude in order to put people at ease. dead-pan jokes, banter, quips—he’s always ready to pick up the mood! he sometimes can’t take things seriously to the point he seems a little heartless, but he really does care!
Ollie becomes Otter Pop! he’s an earth pony with a fish on a hook for his cutie mark. obviously he HAD to be Loyalty bc like *gestures at his entire character* it’s a flaw just as much as a virtue since people tend to use his good-hearted and sincere dedication to take advantage of him, but with a good group of friends behind him, you’ll never find somepony more trustworthy or reliable.
Solaris becomes Commander Solar Flare, a pegasus with a supernova cutie mark. it’s a little difficult to find someone to embody Honesty in a game series about subterfuge, but i think that she can fit the bill. she’s blunt and to-the-point, rarely sugar-coating things. she’s not just brutally honest about the bad things, though; she’s the first to point out an accomplishment or something done right. she’s who you want working on a project with you because you know she won’t hesitate to tell you how things can be improved, but you can also completely trust when she says something is excellent.
Juniper becomes Ivy Veneer, an earth pony with a mask cutie mark. and maybe he’s a changeling too, idk. he may be a bit bratty and egotistical, but i gave him Generosity because he LOVES using the talents he worked his tail off to develop to help others. he’s the first one to suggest throwing a party to celebrate an accomplishment (even if you haven’t fully completed it yet) and if you need it he’s always ready to give you presents or a show or even just his time. yes, he can appear self-centered, but he simply Knows His Worth and wants to make sure his friends know theirs! he’s the guy who will yell at you if you talk bad about yourself lol
Prism becomes Prismatic Mirror, a unicorn with a glowing blue crystal combined with a gear as her cutie mark. she’s Kindness because truly all she wants is to leave behind a world made a little better and sweeter for her presence. sometimes she’ll take her plans too far, getting lost in the details and losing sight of what the person she’s trying to help actually needs, but her strong morals and big heart will always lead her back to doing the right thing.
feels funny making the ieytd villains THIS sympathetic but hopefully it still aligns w their characterizations! either way it was a fun lil exercise. i luv ponies <3
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lovebandit42069 · 8 months ago
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POV: You're Bojack and you want to bother Princess Carolyn with some bullshit but her paramour looks like it can and will kick your ass if you say even just one word to her
(It/Its pronouns for Butterscotch)
Character Featured: Butterscotch Peanutbutter
(Minors and Proship please do not interact)
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callme-holly · 5 months ago
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OKAYY so can you plz plz do likeee an imagine where reader is just super duper clingy and is on dally’s lap clinging into him and she whispers and murmurs how much she loves and wants him, and he like teases her and is super cocky about it but it’s all playful in the end and he adores her (he just doesn’t show it too much ofc bc, it’s dally cmon)
𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐚 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
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fika: (n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life
The Curtis house was surprisingly settled, the TV playing on low in the background, it’s static filling the room, keeping the attention of the loudest members of the gang. Darry was in the kitchen, cooking up dinner with whatever leftovers they  had from the night before, and Pony was curled up in the armchair, dozing silently. Usually, he’d be spread out across the couch, and so would Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit; however, the three had been forced to the floor by you and Dallas, who were taking up the entirety of the small seat.
Dallas was lounged back against the cushions, looking far to comfortable and at ease, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips and you in his lap, your face tucked in the crook of his neck.
Your breath was warm, fanning out across the expanse of his skin and sending the occasional jolt through his body. It was rare that he’d let you cuddle up against him like this; he much preferred to have you pressed up against him in a less affectionate way, but he could tell you needed this, and the other boys hadn’t said anything about it yet, so he was more than happy to just let you be. He toyed idly with the ends of your hair, twirling the strands around his finger and watching it unravel slowly before repeating the action again. The moment was strangely peaceful, your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt, almost as if you were holding onto him, afraid he'd move you and break the tranquil moment that has settled over the both of you. 
"I love you..." Your voice is a low murmur, muffled from where your face is hidden, and he glances down at you, something akin to amusement flashing across his features. You're half asleep, not fully gone, but just teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, your body pretty much dead weight against him. 
"Yeah?" he hums, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. "What do you love about me, sweetheart?" He speaks low in your ear, loud enough so that only you can hear, though everyone else is the room is drowsy in their own comfort that he doubts they'd point out his affection anyway.
You're quiet for a few moments before letting out a soft breath. "Everything. Your voice, your accent, your face..."   rumbles deep in his chest, and he tilts your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Is that all?" There's not an ounce of malice in his voice, just pure fondness and a hint of teasing and cockiness that never quite leaves. 
"There's other things... We'd be here a while, though." You let your head fall back to his chest once more, and he doesn't proest when you cuddle close and cling to him, instead resigning to his fate, relaxing under you with a huff.
"You're half asleep, baby."
"No, I'm not." But there's no fight in your words. You know he's right; you're barely awake, too wrapped up in the heat and comfort of his body.
"You are. And you don't know what you're saying." He presses his lips to the side of your jaw, lingering for a moment, before pressing another just below your ear. A shudder passes through you, and he smiles against your skin, not pulling away as he speaks again. "Tell me more." 
And you do. With a small, sleepy smile, you pull back your head to look up at him, an almost dreamy, adoring look in your eyes. He's never seen anyone look at him like that before. Sure, he's seen people in love, seen the way they look at each other in that love-sick, wanting way, but he's never been on the receiving end of it. Not until now.
"You're one of my favourite people in the whole entire world. I always feel safe around you, and you're really tough, and you care about people a lot, even if you don't show it." 
You're smiling softly again, and he leans down, capturing your mouth with his in a searing kiss, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you into him, relishing in the feeling. He's never felt like this with anyone until you, never felt comfortable enough to express how he feels. You see him, actually see him for who he is, for who he wants to be.
"So what you're saying is that you're obsessed with me, doll." He raises a brow, flashing you a cocky smirk that has butterflies erupting in your stomach, fluttering wildly.
"Something like that." You respond, eyes barely open by now, but still filled to the brim with tenderness. "Yeah..."  you sigh, melting into him once more. His warmth radiates off of him in waves, and you revel in it, nuzzling closer to him.
The TV continues to drone on in the background, but you two pay it no mind, and nobody pays you any mind, too caught up in their own worlds to even think about the one of your own that you're both so wrapped up in. You know it won't last; it never does, these soft moments with him... But you might as well enjoy it while it lasts, no matter how short that may be. 
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accidentcache · 5 months ago
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Building ikea furniture with touya??? Something I have gots to see. And maybe hawks in the background giving out “advice” and commenting a on the progress.
this could either be so silly or rage inducing
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"touya," you palm is flat as you hand it out towards him, holding two pieces of the desk you were currently building together with the other hand, "give me that piece."
touya is currently trying to piece together micellaneous parts together, sitting just off to the side of you. almost like a child being given a toy to keep him occupied while you get the main meat of the work done yourself. after the shelf incident, you were releuctant to let him help you but he wanted to help so bad.
bonding time babe.
i need to work on the mobility in my hands, remember?
you can't keep doing everything for me, i've gotta learn to do some stuff on my own!
well, when you let him build the shelf by himself-- it fell apart the second you tried to put something on it. he kept telling you he really tried, but you weren't convinced.
so you had him hand you the pieces you needed while you put together the desk purchased for his 'office' at home. and quickly you realize that he and keigo had picked out the most difficult desk available at the ikea closest to where the three of you live. you've been cursing in your head for the past twenty minutes to never let those two go furniture shopping without you ever again.
you let go of the two pieces in your hand once you realize they aren't fitting where you think they're going to. they clatter to the floor and touya watches them, barely flinching before his eyes meet yours. "i don't think those go there," he offers, not helping in the slightest.
your eyes narrow. even though he looks cute right now-- his hair has gotten longer since leaving rehab so it hangs in his eyes and he finally let you tie it up in a little pony tail on the top of his head-- you continue to glare at him. "thank you," you say through gritted teeth.
touya smiles-- infuriatingly cute and smug at the same time-- and you turn your head away before he can win you over.
the door to the front of the house opens, keigo kicks the snow off his shoes at the mat by the door before he calls out. the door opening brings a small chill to the rest of the room for a brief moment before it dissipates-- an added warmth of a particular blonde spreading throughout the living room when he leans against the doorway.
a murmur of interest leaves keigo's lips at the sight of you two. touya sits cross legged, fiddling with small screws and nuts, swinging an allen wrench around his fingers with a small smirk spread onto his lips. you look frustrated.
a small grin spread onto his lips. "babe, those pieces don't go together."
your eyes roll back with an agitated growl. "i know!" you can't help but snap at him.
but keigo eggs you on further. he moves more into the room, kneeling to grab a slab of the wood, holding it to the barely put together mess of a desk that is just barely put together in front of you. "this goes here, dove," he teases. "and that piece," he drags a finger along the slab that you had just recently gotten attached, "is on wrong."
you scowl and toss the instructions at him. "you put it together then!"
keigo cackles and touya can't help but chuckle. both of them can't help the way their faces fall however when you stand from your spot however, huffing and muttering to yourself. suddenly they realize you're not going to help put the desk together anymore-- and that's when they both chase after you with apologies and pleas and sweet talk.
does it work? yes. it always does.
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writhyv · 3 months ago
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⋆。°✩ [ch.1] for when you miss me
Songs on the charts, sold-out shows, the kind of career most musicians dream about—everything’s perfect. But success doesn’t fill the emptiness. And then, just when you think you’ve moved on—there he is. Your past, standing in front of you like a love song you never finished.
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — park jongseong x male!reader
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ word count — 1.5k
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — male reader, jay x reader, estranged exes to lovers, famous singer!reader because we're built like that, is this angst? i have no clue, memories of your past together just hits hard ughhhh, jay has a new lover omg the drama-mama-mamah, you are dramatic as hell but we love you for you, you are insane to still think of him, i understand though you are in love with jay we see each other WE SEE EACH OTHER, more to come!
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — use of male pronouns, has some implied relationships, swear words, mentions and use of alcoholic substances, author's interpretation of the people in this fic might not reflect them irl, story update lengths may vary~
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ way back into love: the full masterlist
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The stage lights are too bright.
They always are—blinding, artificial suns that bleach the room into a watercolor blur. You squint against them, fingers absently strumming your guitar as the crowd murmurs beneath the clink of champagne glasses.
The venue is all exposed brick and twinkling fairy lights, the kind of place you’d have mocked two years ago. Now, you’re just background noise to someone else’s love story.
"You’re up next." Leah’s voice cuts through the hum, her manicured fingers digging into your shoulder—nervous energy. The sequins on her dress catch the light like shattered glass.
"Play something romantic. But, like… not too romantic. Sarah’s grandma thinks love songs are ‘sinful.’"
You snort, plucking a sour note on purpose. "So, no ‘Careless Whisper’?"
"God, no." She grins, but it fades fast.
Her eyes dart toward the crowd, then back to you. "Hey… you okay? You’ve been a little bit pale lately—"
"I’m fine." The lie tastes stale. You twist a tuning peg too hard; the string protests with a sharp twang.
“Oop?”
“There it goes~”
“Psh.” Leah exhales through her nose.
"Heads up, but Jay’s here."
Your fingers freeze mid-strum. You think the discordant echo hangs in the air—a fitting soundtrack.
"Shit," you mutter.
"She was Sarah’s tutor, so she had to invite him," she adds, her voice low.
"Just… brace yourself."
Your stomach knots. "… anyone with him?’"
"Tall brunette girl. Clean fit with a high pony. Around our age. Pretty. A lawyer too, I heard?" Leah grimaces. "She’s got that whole ‘I do hot yoga and would destroy you in court’ vibe."
"Fantastic." You reach for your water bottle, but your hands betray you—trembling just enough to make the plastic crinkle. The condensation drips onto your jeans, cold and clammy.
You don’t look. Not at first.
Instead, you bury yourself in the set—some anemic Ed Sheeran cover, then a neutered Beatles rendition.
Safe. Soulless. Distracting.
The crowd barely reacts. A few aunties tap their heels; a groomsman drunkenly mouths "play ‘Wonderwall’" at you. You ignore him.
But then Sarah, Leah’s new wife, commandeers the mic. Her grin is all mischief.
"Okay, time for a special request!" she announces like she’s not about to detonate a grenade in your chest.
"This one’s for all the hopeless romantics."
She looks at you with a grinning smile, almost teasing.
"Play Way Back Into Love!"
Of fucking course.
You haven’t touched this song since the breakup. Since … him.
Not because it’s hard—it’s easy, four chords and a melody so saccharine it should come with a dental warning—but because it was yours. The song you and Jay butchered in the car, harmonizing off-key until your lungs ached. The one he’d hum against your collarbone at 3 AM, his voice gravelly with sleep.
Now, here it is. Taunting you.
You take a breath—shaky, unsteady—and start playing.
"I’ve been living with a shadow overhead…"
Your voice cracks. You clear your throat and try again.
"I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed…"
And then—because the universe is a sadistic bastard—you look towards the audience.
There he is.
Jay.
Sitting at a table near the back, wearing something so elegant you know the gods made it for him and only him to wear. His hair is bleached now, swept to the side in a way that suggests actual effort, and his fingers are wrapped tight around his champagne flute, knuckles blanching white.
And at that moment? He’s staring at you.
Not the polite, detached gaze of an ex. No—this is raw, hungry like he’s trying to memorize the way your lips shape the words he once whispered against your skin.
Your brain short-circuits.
"I’ve been—uh—" You fumble the lyric. "Solitary… something."
A few guests chuckle, mistaking it for charm.
Jay doesn’t laugh. His lips part, just slightly, like he’s about to sing along—but then she leans in.
The girlfriend.
Tall, brunette, with the posture of someone who’s never slouched a day in her life. She murmurs something in Jay’s ear, her manicured hand settling on his forearm—possessive.
Jay flinches. Just once. Then he looks away.
And just like that, the spell breaks.
˚  ✦  . .   ˚ .  . ★⋆.  ✦ .  .  ˚ .  ✦ ˚    ˚ .˚
You flee the stage the second the song ends, beelining for the bar like it’s salvation.
"Whiskey. Neat please," you tell the bartender. "Actually, make it a double."
As you sit there all alone, the first glass burns; the second barely registers. You’re halfway through your third when that voice cuts through the haze.
"You still forget the lyrics."
You turn.
Jay’s standing there, smirking, but his grip on his drink is white-knuckled.
"Yeah, well," you shrug, "some things never change."
A beat of silence. And then:
"You still sound good," Jay says softly.
"You look good," you blurt.
Shit.
His cheeks flush pink, but he doesn’t call you out. "Thanks.”
Just then, you notice an unfamiliar motion near you, a person almost to your side.
“Uh… and this is Naomi." He gestures to the woman beside him.
"Hi, Naomi Natten." She says, extending a hand. Her grip is firm, her smile polished. "Jay’s told me a lot about you."
You force a grin. "All lies, I’m sure."
Jay chokes on his drink.
Naomi, oblivious, laughs. "He said you’re a great musician. And, uh…" She glances at Jay. "That you burn toast like it’s your job. Is that true?"
"Wow," you deadpan. "That’s what stuck?"
Jay’s expression flickers—guilt? regret?—before he forces a chuckle. "Among other things."
Another silence.
You then stare into your whiskey, searching for words that don’t exist.
"So," you finally say, "how’d you two meet?"
"Law school," Naomi says brightly. "He was assisting one of our professors in one of my course subjects. I then had the guts to torture him into asking me out."
Jay rolls his eyes, but there’s affection in it. "She’s joking. Mostly."
"Mhm." You swallow the rest of your drink.
"Congratulations." God, it’s burning hot.
Silence stayed for a minute and let a smooth breeze in before a loud soundtrack played in the middle of the venue.
“Wait, let’s dance!” Distracted, Naomi pulled Jay’s arm, talking as if you weren’t even there.
"W-We should go," Jay says abruptly. "But… it was good seeing you." His voice was faltering as the music drowned his cadence.
He hesitates like he wants to say more, but Naomi’s already steering him toward the dance floor.
You watch them go, whiskey burning your throat.
"Yeah," you mutter. "Good seeing you too."
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It was quiet when you got home, the kind of silence that makes your ears ring. The wedding's music still echoed in your head, as if remnants of melodies that wouldn't leave you alone.
As heat crept up your body, you took off almost everything that wrapped you until you got to your room - your suit jacket first, then the tie that felt like it had been choking you all night, and finally those fancy shoes that never quite felt right.
Feeling the bits of tiredness and exhaustion from the event you played in, your eyes landed on a simple cardboard box in the corner. It sat there like a time capsule, gathering dust in the shadows of your bedroom.
As simple as it was, it wasn't ever just one. It was tons of stacked boxes, old and new, each one holding pieces of your past. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, but every box with it was tucked into the side after you moved in almost eight months ago, like you were trying to hide them even from yourself.
Walking groggily, fighting against the whiskey still warming your blood, you manage to carry one of them and land it on top of your soft mattress. The cardboard felt rough under your fingers, worn at the edges from too many moves.
Scrounging through your messy stuff - old receipts, notes from physics, forgotten birthday cards, ticket stubs from concerts you barely remember - you notice a gleaming antique at the bottom of it all. An old CD case with a scratched plastic cover, the kind nobody uses anymore.
With one gust of air, you wiped down every dust on its surface, watching the particles dance in the dim light of your bedroom lamp.
Opening the case with shaking hands, you see a vintage disk that almost shone brightly with its rainbow colors, like an oil slick caught in sunlight.
The sharpie on the label has faded, but the words still gut you:
FOR WHEN YOU MISS ME — JAY
You pop it into your ancient CD player, just an arm’s length from the box you’ve got it from.
Right there, the first and only track plays. Silence plays in the back as dread looms over what could play from this relic of your past.
"I’ve been living with a shadow overhead…"
You close your eyes, lingering in the presence of his silky voice.
And for the first time in four years, you let yourself remember.
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twistedpink · 5 months ago
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Who’s your valentine? @/cafekitsune banner
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And the spinner says….
Idia + getting sick + quality time
“Hey… I know how this looks.”
The cabinets clatter violently with how you scramble against the wood- Veggies, boullion, and way too much water go in the pot. You hope he tastes the anger.
“Glad you’re self aware, Casper!”
“The friendly ghost?? Mid reference.”
The ‘how to not murder your boyfriend’ council in your head is screaming at him to shut up already, but you kind of want him to keep going. Just to watch him talk himself into a corner, like your shit-stirrer so often does. The least he could is entertain you after this royal betrayal,,
If there’s anything you regret about tonight, it’s not hating Idia more (not that you do hate him, but everyone can sympathize with a little trouble in paradise!). It doesn’t matter anymore if it was a work function or family dinner- He promised to go, and now even his immune system’s flaking!
The half-hate soup simmers in the background while your true crime show is playing ‘FBI torture: not clickbait!’ as a duet to Idia’s shakey sneezes.. God, you’re mean. He doesn’t even like this show, he’s just compliant enough to sit in on it! Because he likes you!! “Dinner’s ready.”
There’s something special about the way he looks up at you- His hair pools in a waterfall down his hunched back after jailbreaking from a low pony that you gave him, and his little sickie nose twitches at the warmth… He’s way too cute to stay mad at!! The hot spoon full of fresh soup presses faithfully against his lips, and you’re soon to realize that he’s never looked guiltier.
“You good, babe?”
“UH. um. Never better, babyface..? This soup’s totally meta, YEAH, that’s it! Just thinking about soup!”
“It’s not that good! But I’m not here to yuck your yum, let’s get you better. Love you.”
“Yup! That too,,”
. Cheezy catchphrases and emote sound effects blare from your surround-sound system (Ids insisted on on the thing, and you’re weak to begging), echoing off the comparatively bare boned living room setup. One thing you convinced Idia to do was drag all his gaming into the living room “to share” (you’re hardly allowed to touch anything, much less any guests) you just couldn’t ever sell him on the “normal” knickknacks, barely avoiding anime figures for decor.
He’d only half persuaded you into starting this rpg- All the fantastical races and classes usually melt together whenever mods come into play, but you’re really starting to enjoy yourself! You’re so invested in the current dialogue that you almost don’t notice a boyfriend-shaped beartrap wrap around your arm. Almost.
“Idia, are you sure everything’s okay?”
He forces out a weak ‘m sorry, and the game’s forgotten pretty quickly to start loving on him (great! Now you have to catch up later), you lavish kisses all over his face, mumbling pet names into his sensitive ears- Avoiding his crusted nose and making your way to his neck before he shoves a palm in your face with a little too much force. It’s not like you can get away with all his weight piled up on your thigh, that’s just rude!
“I’M FAKING!”
what
“What?? There’s no way you’re faking this, how dumb do you think I am?”
“It’s stupid. I licked a Petri dish at work so we wouldn’t go out. I’m super sorry!”
Before you know it, you’re giggling uncontrollably at the mental image of Idia licking a Petri dish, and running away- Leaving only licks as evidence. He is HORRIFIED. Maybe this is your murder giggle?? Regardless of whatever he’s thinking, the grip on your arm gets tighter, and he joins you with a couple entertained huffs.
“SHUT UP, YOU DIDNT! You’re the funniest guy I know! Next time, just let me know when you want to stay in. I’m pretty slippery when I want to be :),”
“Really?”
“Really. Either way, it was a good Valentine’s Day. Are you up for icecream?”
“Sure! And, uh,, happy Valentine’s Day. Ilyt.”
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cherrydipp · 2 months ago
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hi i saw the show again yesterday so heres everything i remember
ACT 1
- first off. jordan chin stood behind us for THE FIRST TWO NUMBERS. HE WAVED AND SAID HI TO US WE WERE SO HAPPY. we heard him giggle. it was like when talking ben goes idle and he just laughs
- sorry if this is out of order
- henry chet is like fricken jittery he was shaking his legs when he got excited and also was so . cool. i dont care about chet but henry chet made me pay attention
- he was staring at cherry the ENTIRE TIME. and when he got confronted by bob he shrugged and like lowkey got pushed i think by bob.
- when cherry does her tire solo while he was waiting for her to take the drinks he did like a whistle and shook his head cuz he was blown away by her beauty ong
- CHERRY STUMBLED WHEN LIKE SHE LEANS ON BOB BY THE CAR and fell into him and played it off as a hug and kwp GIGGLED
- also she slipped when she ran up to say STOP IT JUST STOP IT BOB!!! like rlly bad i thought she was gonna fall
- johnny kicked dirt at marcia at the end of the fight
- I HAVE THE PERFECT VIEW OF TRIPBIT FIGHT SCENE BRUH DONT EVEN PLAY
- im sorry i doubted u davis paul. u look so tough laying on that car
- davis paul was EYEING down dallas as he say next to cherry ong dont play. he was ready to fight
- twobit almost slipped when he jumps up on the car to say he got one of their hubcaps
- I NEVER NOTICED HOW BABY JOHNNY WAS UNTIL NOW. HE IS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE AND I GET EMOTIONAL LOOKING AT HIM
- cole trip i could hear him say something but i forgot what he said. i could hear him wolf whistle tho like clear
- THE WAY ALEX DALLY MOCKED MARCIA WAS SO FUNNY HE HAD LIKE A BRITISH ACCENT I WAS CRYING
- dan soda really happy about that soc girl thing he dapped up johnny
- omg during drive in concession trip tried to push johnny or something and marcia IMMEDIATELY shut it down. you could hear her slap him arm away
- during icttyan ace grabs beverlys dress in the background i never noticed that before
- I LOVE THE OPENING SCENE SO MUCH. oh trip got all in twobits business lowkey during that scene
- ACE AND MELVIN WERE GETTING INTO IT DURING THE BUCK MERRIL SCENE DAMNNNNN. okay melvin i didnt know you had game like that.
- when dan soda was cleaning off pony he took the rag and like used it to cover his mouth as a joke it was so silly hehehe
- dan soda doesnt take his shirt off at all ever i didnt know that
- ALEX DALLY IS RLLY GOOD. hes much more outspoken than aramie is. like aramie was like softspoken but he has really good voice and like sounds serious when he talks.
ACT 2
- Alex dally fumbled with his lines a lot but its okay cuz he still ate.
- His voice.. omfg . u guys. he is SO. powerful. run run brother… little brother… actually had me geeked.
- dan soda was super loud during the rumble and so was trip im pretty sure… ugh angry trip i love u… just how ur supposed to be… dan soda shouted something like GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT i think. it was him. im almost positive
- devin brill was SO aggresive trying to snatch that jacket from cherry omfg. and colr was also aggressive. i think he like jumped at her i couldnt rlly tell cuz devin was in the way but she flinched back.
- sorry i can get over cherry falling into bob that was so cute u guys dont get it ☹️☹️
- alex during little brother genuinely all of his singing had so much emotion and his acting.
- hoods turned heroes or some number. SOMETHING and i think soda jumped into darrys arms it was so cute
- oh also forgot to mention but dan soda playing around with darry during ggah and him laughing ☹️
- darry crying during the entire last few scenes actually has me so emotional. i love how he is able to show the vulnerability of being an older sibling. it’s like hes full on sobbing yet hes still trying to hide it from his baby brothers and look strong for them.
- the transition into hopeless war when dallas walks off, he said his line about snapping a socs neck RIGHT into cherrys face.
- cherry being right at the front for little brother when theyre all below actually make me so upset. her and ponyboys survivor guilt. both of them thinking they are the reason three boys died. ill never get over it. survivor guilts number 1 victims
- dan soda seemed sad to say bye to cherry when she left after giving pony the clothes.
- when twobit gets jumped and the cigarette burnt on him trip had an evil grin for a moment. why u so evil damn. did u like that.
- I GREW SUCH A LOVE FOR JOHNNY CADE DURING THIS SHOW OH MY GOODNESS. the way sky plays him is so perfect. he always looks so small just like i imagined in the books. curling his knees up and always moving and he flinches at EVERYTHING. his voice kills me everytime he is so amazing. johnny is so ☹️
- oh forgot to mention during the drive in when dallas yells at johnny his leg was anxiously shaking the entire time and he put his hands on it to make it stop.
- aces mic was turned UPPP during hoods turned heroes.
- davis growl when he said BOB didnt need to dieee had be feral. his voice is also really clear
- davis paul who was sweet and gentle when telling cherry to tell the officer who killed bob, but the second she went strictly against him he got SO mad so fast and angry. cherrypaul sibling angst thank uuu
okay thats all bye
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dyktvideogamesfx · 5 days ago
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hi i love this blog sm. i like going to your blog to listen to the new posts in the morning like an elderly man doing his crosswords in the morning papers. im curious what gave you the idea for this blog?
Thank you!!
I like guessing games on tumblr a lot - Do you like this video game song, especially.
I've also always been someone who's stupid good at singling out specifically video game music, even if i've never played the game before (I always joke if I was a mlp pony my special talent would be exactly this haha)
The idea just came to me one random night and I sorta sat on it, thought about how some sound effects in video games just. hit. they do everything they should and then some, they play in your mind yet meld into the background so seamlessly and somehow they're still doing their job when they do that???
I wanted to make a fun li'l blog where I could post some sounds and get peoples reactions as a poll! I never expected it to blow up to these heights though, and I am greatful so many people enjoy it!
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two-entire-bits · 5 months ago
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Deaf Outsiders Headcanons
I'd like to preface this by saying I'm hearing, and I've only been studying sign language, deaf history, and Deaf culture from a Deaf professor for the past couple months, and I do not know everything. I've researched the medical backgrounds for the genetic conditions and injuries mentioned, but some information might be incorrect and/or I might've misunderstood some things. If it is or I have, please tell me! I don't mean any misinformation or disrespect and I apologize if I cause any offense.
These also include some other disabilities!
Some world-related stuff:
There's no deaf schools in Tulsa, but the Oklahoma School for the Deaf was founded in 1908 so the time periods would hypothetically work out
In this alternative story there would be a deaf school in Tulsa and the Curtis brothers would all attend/have attended said school
I know it's Gallaudet University, but before 1986 it was a college
For the Curtis family: all of them are deaf. I think they'd have Autosomal Dominant Non-Syndromic (DFNA) deafness, maybe a variant in the MYH14 gene, which causes those with the variant to progressively lose their hearing within the first 3 decades of their lives. The Curtis parents taught their boys how to sign ASL, which they'd use at home, speak English, which they'd only use for hearing people, and lip read, also for hearing people, to an extent when they were young. The Curtis parents encouraged their boys to talk in sign as much as possible, but also were very upfront about ableism and how the world is built for hearing people.
Ponyboy:
Completely loses his hearing around 7-10
He's good at talking but doesn't like to, and very good at lip reading so he can watch movies
He still likes to write and caught onto English spelling and grammar quick
He often carries a notebook around to write in but mostly writes quick in ASL's grammar
He also uses it to write things to hearing people when he doesn't want to speak
He signs REALLY fast, he has a lot of things to say and good motor skills and sometimes even his parents have to ask him to repeat himself
Lexicalizes words all the time on accident
Signs to himself all the time, especially when he's alone
Likes to try and figure out what the actors are saying in movies and figure out the plot without the dialogue and sign along with the lines he can follow
VERY visual storyteller
Darrel:
Completely loses his hearing around 12-15
He can talk and lip-read very well, which he doesn't prefer but it's useful at work
Always kind of dreamed of playing football at Gallaudet, but always knew it wasn't really possible
Also signs to himself, but only when he's alone
Soda:
Completely loses his hearing closer to 3-5 and struggles with speaking compared to Darry and Ponyboy.
He always had hard time understanding English, and that plus being deaf and dyslexia contributed to him feeling stupid and dropping out of school (especially compared to Ponyboy)
He and Ponyboy talk in tactile sign at night before bed when everything's dark
His parents told him "Darry" rhymes with "Dairy" in English when he was really young and half the time he just signs "milk" instead of Darry's sign name to tease him. He got Pony in on it too
Johnny:
Hearing, but has apraxia of speech and selective mutism
His parents hate him for it and sent him to public mainstream school anyways
The Curtis parents taught him ASL after they met him
His apraxia and mutism contribute to why his teachers "give up on him" and to him having to repeat a grade in addition to other learning problems he was having and struggling to get the material quick enough for the curriculum
One reason why he was so scared in the hospital was because his hands were so burned he couldn't sign
Steve:
born with x-linked recessive deafness to hearing parents. His mother carried the gene and passed it to him
An especially good driver because of this
He goes to the same deaf school as the Curtis brothers and met Soda when they were in grade school, same as the book
Doesn't know how to speak English and doesn't want/care to learn it
When he was younger, he almost got caught stealing a car's hubcaps because he didn't realize how loud it was until he was telling the gang later about how the owners came outside and spotted him and Two-Bit told him that they probably heard the clattering of the metal hubcaps on the tarmac
Two-Bit:
Hearing, but his mom and sister (Tammy) are both deaf, he just didn't get the gene
Speaks English and ASL fluently but still stutters while signing because of motor skill issues
Purposefully messes up his grammar or signs sometimes just to annoy Tammy
Dallas:
Born hearing, but has Ménière's disease because he was jumped or in a car accident (something that wasn't his fault) when he was around 13-15 and the head trauma caused bleeding in the inner ear and his hearing is fluctuating at the time of the book
He's scared and angry because it'll get better and then worse and he never knows how or when it's going to change
He gets annoyed by the tinnitus and dizzy spells, and will often hole up somewhere when he feels a vertigo episode coming on and won't leave until it's over
The Curtis parents start teaching him basic sign and things to expect and things to know if he ends up permanently loosing his hearing, but he stopped trying to learn anything after they died
On one particularly shitty day when he didn't realize how loud he was being and Two told him he was yelling and he got so pissed at everything and that he didn't even realize he was being loud that he punched Two in the face
He's angry that it was something he could've stopped, that it happened when he wasn't actively looking for a fight or driving recklessly, or that it wasn't genetic because then he'd have someone/something to actively hate and blame. He never found out who jumped/crashed into him
Bonus: Socs!
Marcia:
Acquired hearing loss due to a recent head injury while barrel racing
It's not too bad at the time of the book, but they don't know if it'll get worse or not yet
She's not too worried about it, but every once in a while when she thinks about it a lot she gets really scared about what will happen if she loses her hearing permanently
She's scared she'll have to quit dance
Her mom kept her in high school and got her hearing aids eventually when it got worse
When she starts dating Two-Bit, it's another reason why she gets along with his mom and Tammy so well
They help teach her some basic sign and about Deaf culture, and kind of quench any fears she had about not being able to be happy/live if you're deaf because she didn't know anything about being deaf
Once she's learned enough sign to have conversations, she starts taking her hearing aids off at their house
Cherry:
Hearing
She was there when Marcia crashed and comforts her when she gets really worried about her future, but she doesn't really get it or know much about it
She wasn't rude about the way Pony pronounced things or later that night, when she was waiting for Ponyboy to write out what he wanted to say at the Drive-In and he got tired enough he didn't want to have to speak, which really surprised him
Bob:
Hearing
Knows nothing and could not care less about d/Deaf and generally disabled people
Thinks he can make Johnny talk if he beats him hard enough (partial motivation behind him and the Socs jumping Johnny before the book)
He knows Marcia's losing her hearing and is kind about it
Rolls his eyes sometimes when Marcia asks Cherry to repeat herself
Randy:
Hearing
Has no clue how to deal with Marcia's crash or her losing her hearing
Just tries (key word) to comfort her but doesn't do much else, just kind of goes on as normal
Similar to Bob, he'll get annoyed if she asks him to repeat himself too many times but feels a little bad about it
Paul:
Hearing
Learned some signs when he was friends with Darry
He didn't care to remember them when they stopped seeing each other
Felt "betrayed" when Darry said he dreamed of going to Gallaudet to play football because Paul just always assumed they'd go play together at some hearing mainstream college and he doesn't want to "learn all that shit" or "be around those kinds of people that much" just to play football at the same college as Darry
Bev:
Hearing
Knows about Marcia and says she doesn't care, but every once in a while she'll say something or make a joke that's just rude and shitty
Like Bob and Randy, she also doesn't cut Marcia a lot of slack if she doesn't hear something one of them says (Cherry is pretty much the only one that does)
She purposefully tries not to think about Marcia's future because she knows she'll get really upset about it, cos she thinks (and pretty much all the Soc's and hearing population, including Marcia) being deaf means you can't live or be happy
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loverdude · 8 months ago
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HELLO! I've finally remade/updated my commission sheets! (Updated again 3/28/25!)
For the most part everything should be the same, except for my Ko-Fi username which is now lampscapes! I just wanted an updated version with more recent art examples, and different colors :] I've also been really fussing around with usernames and stuff lately and trying to pick a new one (to replace loverdude, I'm very tired of it), so I just titled these with "Eddie's Commissions" instead!
Now that I've graduated from college I am currently trying to find a job but I'm hoping my commissions can help keep me mostly afloat until then! Anything is appreciated!
NOTE/EDIT: I am no longer accepting Spar.klecare-related commissions from here on out, thank you and sorry.
STATUS: OPEN
Half-body, full color: $35 USD, there are 5 slots open.
Full-body, full color: $55 USD, there are 5 slots open.
Full color icons: $15 USD, there are 3 slots open.
Full-body, full color, cute/chibi: $30 USD, there are 5 slots open.
I’m doing the commissions through Ko-fi!: https://ko-fi.com/lampscapes
There is more information on there! If you are interested, please email me at [email protected] to tell me about your request first! You can also email me there if you have any questions!
I also recently added all my past commissions to my gallery on my Ko-Fi if you want to see some more examples! Plus there's also my art-only Tumblr to look at as well! (If you've commissioned me in the past and want me to remove your commission from my gallery, please let me know and I'll remove it ASAP!)
Please share if you want and can, and want to help support a neurodivergent trans artist :] Here is a link to the info on Twitter if you want to help me spread info there too!
The detailed info provided in these photos is under the cut in typed format:
NOTE: 1-2 characters only, no extra charge for 2nd character
WILL DRAW: original characters, humans, furries, couples, MLP:FIM-style ponies*, fanart
WON’T DRAW: NS.FW, hateful content, mecha/armor, super-detailed designs or backgrounds, gor.e (blood is ok!)
*not edits, still my own art style
Some of what I will or won’t do is subjective and it will just depend! I have the right to decline any commission request.
BACKGROUNDS: I can make the background transparent, a solid color, or something with simple and colorful patterns and shapes like hearts, flowers, clouds, stars, moons, etc.
PAYMENT: I’m doing my commissions via Ko-fi! My username is lampscapes. Please email me at [email protected] before commissioning via Ko-fi, so you can run your idea by me first and we can discuss it!
OPTION 1: $35 USD, half-body, full color, examples
OPTION 2: $55 USD, full-body, full color, examples
OPTION 3: $15 USD, full color icons, examples
OPTION 4: $25 USD, full-body, full color, cute/chibi
One other note: my art varies a lot in style, so if there's a certain style you're hoping for (different brushes I've used, more smooth or rough lineart, etc) please let me know! An example of one of my previous drawings would be much appreciated if so :]
And that’s all! Thank you so much!
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sondheim-girly · 5 months ago
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My ranking of all the scenes in the outsiders because I can. To be very clear, I fucking love all of these scenes more than my own life, so this is very much. Just like which scenes am I most brain rotted over, ya know? Also this is specifically the dialogue and less the special affects cuz thats just easier. I fear I yapped too much with this but whatever
Final brothers scene (uhhh what more do I need to say. One of the most heartbreaking and well written scenes ever. the “I love you ponyboy” moment alone puts it at number one)
Break up scene (this is mostly because of how cherry and bob play off of each other differently each night, and because I have it memorized, and it has my favorite line in the show, “eat shit marcia”)
Dally harassment scene (guys I just love Marcia and she’s so iconic in this. “Sonnets are poems!!” is responsible for 99% why its so high up)
Stay gold scene (the guitar in the background. The poem. “Do I look like Julie Andrews?” 10/10 no notes)
Bedroom scene (GUYS its just the way soda cares about ponyboy so much and is asking him about his book and he tries to comfort him, but sodas also deflecting about how much pain he’s in and GAH its so incredible and says so much about soda)
Pre riftr (literally just because its funny. “We should call the feds!” And “out” “where?” “in the world” LITERALLY PERFECTTTT)
Pre rumble (gay people. Thats kinda it tbh.)
Pony jumping (its just so silly and fun but scary and chet and trip get lines so I love it)
Johnny dally scene (the brothers ur honor. He has a Hershey bar!!)
Dally Darry argument (these poor guys. the heartbreaking truth about what dally is saying to Darry about not spending time with them and all that. Aughgsohe)
Pre ggah (we get introduced to the charactersss and they’re all so silly and aiosheur I just love it sm. So many great lines as well- “when I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother id ask you- kid brother” and “you used to keep your hair greased 24/7” and just everything. I love them ur honor.)
Dally church scene (SURVIVE AND MOVE ON)
Pre faft (such an incredible and sweet scene its just very short so I feel like I can’t place it higher, but godddddd I love it so dearly)
Pony Cherry drive in convo (I just love this scene. I kinda want to place it higher just for “im generally an artistic person” and also I quote the stuff about sunsets every time I see one)
Johnny death scene (fightings no good… we could get along without anyone but Johnny… thats what you get for trying to help people you little punk… pony saying “no no no no no no no”…. Its so good. However again its pretty short.)
Pre hopeless war (its very short and sweet and sad. Johnny not being able to feel his legs and pony yelling at cherry for dishing out ‘charity’ gah im unwell)
Bob death scene (its mostly about the visuals of it and theres not much dialogue so sadly its going at the bottom- if we were talking about visuals of it it’d be wayyy higher cuz holy shit its so good. Also shoutout to “you’re not even a person, and you’re never gonna be one either” 
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emptydoorways · 6 months ago
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COMMISSIONS OPEN!
Hey everyone! My commissions are officially open! You can check out the picture below for the basic price info, and see everything under the cut for everything else!!
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Headshot: $5
Bust: $10
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Full Body: $20
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Lineart: + $10
Flat Colours: + $15
Shading + Colour: + 25
NOTE: These prices DO stack! Let's say you wanted to commission a half-body lineart! A half-body commission is $15 at its base price, and adding the lineart price on top of that is an additional $10. Your commission would come out to be $25 total.
ADD-ONS:
Any extra characters will be an additional 50% of your total. If you wanted a full colour bust commission of 2 characters, it would be $47.50 [Full colour + Bust price + 50% of that total price]
BACKGROUNDS:
Flat Colour: + $0
Simple Pattern: + $5
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callme-holly · 6 months ago
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Hi!! What about the Outsiders x Reader who had a really overstimulating day (either at work, at school, whatever) and just wants to be held?
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐚/𝐧: happy new year y'all !!
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Darry Curtis:
Darry will notice immediately that something isn’t right: he’ll spot the tension in your shoulders, the way your a little quieter than usual, and immediately his protective instincts kick in. He won't push you to talk if you don’t want to and will wrap you in a tight hug the second you ask for one, holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly.  If you need quiet, he’ll take you to another room, away from the boys, and will just sit with you until you’re ready to head back out. 
“You don't gotta talk if you don't want to. But at least let me take care of you.”
Sodapop Curtis:
 The second Soda notices something isn’t right; his whole demeanour changes, and he’ll start talking in a low, hushed tone. He’ll wrap you up in a hug, rocking you back and forth and murmuring reassuringly.  If it’s a distraction you need, he’ll tell you little jokes to try and ease your tension, and if you need quiet, he’ll sit with you on the couch for as long as you need. He’s great at reading your mood and does everything he can to keep you happy and relaxed.
“I’ve got you. Whatever's bothering ya, you can tell me.”
Ponyboy Curtis:
Pony is understanding and gently when he sees that you’re overwhelmed—he doesn’t ask too many questions; he just leads you off to a quiet place and sits with you. He isn’t really the best when it comes to physical comfort, but he will hug you and hold you if you ask. If you want a distraction, he’ll sit and read quietly to you, playing with your hair until your entirely relaxed.
“You don’t gotta carry it all on your own. Im here too.”
Johnny Cade:
Johnny knows all too well how it feels when things get a little too much, and he’s incredibly patient when he notices your change in mood. He’ll sit with you quietly, not saying anything unless you want him to, more than happy to sit in comfortable silence until everything feels a little less overwhelming. If you ask for a hug, he’ll hold you close and lay with you, tracing little patterns against your shoulder. He doesn’t want to crowd you, but he’ll stay close enough to let you know he’s with you.
“Im here… Whatever you need, I got it.”
Dallas Winston:
When Dallas first notices you acting a little off, his first reaction is to ask, “Who’s botherin’ ya”. But the second he realises you’re overwhelmed and your day has been just a little too much, he softens a bit.  He’s not the greatest when it comes to words, so instead he’ll tug you into his lap and hold you close, kissing you softly to try and distract you. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is grounding, and he’ll act perfectly normal, putting a movie on quietly in the background. When you finally relax, he might absently play with your hair or rub your back.
“You’re alright, doll. Just let me take care of ya.”
Steve Randle:
Steve knows when something is off, and his first instinct is to hold you from behind and press little kisses to the back of your neck, mumbling softly to you. He’ll talk you through it, his voice low in an attempt to ground you and make everything a little easier.  If you want to get out of your head for a bit, he’ll suggest going on a quiet drive around town—no music, no talking, just the two of you together.
“Rough day, huh? C’mon, I ain’t letting you go until you feel better.”
Two-Bit Mathews:
Two might not always be serious, but the second he senses you’re overstimulated, he’s by your side in seconds, pulling you close. He won’t push you to talk and will keep his voice as quiet as he can, swaying gently with you and cracking little jokes to try and ease you.  He’s surprisingly good at bringing you back down to earth, getting you exactly what you need without making a big deal out of it.
“You want anything? Water? Blanket? Just me?”
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