#year: 1983

[max-e-doodle]

Al Pacino.

Scarface 1983.

[motownfiction]

vivisection

When he was little, Sam heard a lot of stories about teenagers in high school dissecting frogs in their science classes. His babysitter (the one he was in love with, or at least as much in love as a little kid can be) told him about how when she had to dissect a frog in school, she got a lady frog. Sam wasn’t sure why that mattered until she told him that she and her lab partner, a surprisingly squeamish football player, had to scrape out all the eggs by themselves. The visual never left Sam’s head. For a couple years, he was picturing scrambled eggs inside a frog. When he found out they really looked more like caviar, he almost lost his mind.

Somehow, though, no one remembered to tell him that you dissect dead frogs. Until the day he and his lab partner, a quiet girl with Coke bottle glasses, found themselves face-to-face with their frog, he was pretty sure he’d have to do a whole vivisection. For a second, he’s relieved. And then he sees the frog on the sterile plate in front of him. Cold. Lying there. Dead. All dead. No. Not even Brian May could fix this one.

Sam is pretty sure nothing should ever have to be dead. Nothing and no one. He’s not sure he sees the point. He can’t say that in a Catholic school, of course, where he’s supposed to look forward to death – so long as it’s natural, so long as you don’t steal God’s thunder (another phrase he’s probably not supposed to use – too Greek, too pagan). But what’s the point of being dead? What can you enjoy? What can enjoy you? He looks at that frog, and he knows. If that’s what life means, why would anyone give it?

He agrees to slice open the frog.

About a million eggs spill out of her guts.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 9! i know how late that is, but please see my last text post for explanations, apologies, insecurities, etc.)

[gatespage]

Gates McFadden - The Edge of Night (1982)

Gates’ Scenes (x)

[cassette-amateur]

[starchaserr77]

Hii

This is my first post.

Anywayss i was thinking of of writimg my first ff on ao3!!

It would contain ships like starchaser, wolfstar, dorlene, maylilx and some more background ships as well as brother bonding.

The fic would be around 1983 and it would start of by reggie dear defeating voldy andd then.. well i guess you will have to see that part by yourself.

Also yes, harry does exist in this fic.

...

Should i write it?

[asktheaftonfamily]

Heyo how are you all doing??

Good!!

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Headcanon that Steve was tall as a kid and bragged about it a lot, only for literally everyone in the gang except Johnny to end up taller than him

Totally not projecting or anything I would never

napoleon complex gang where ya at

[ponies-galore]

#013 - Twilight

[this-hopeless-war]

i have not seen anyone talk about this but I think about it every day/srs

The first thing Ponyboy says in (book) Two-Bit's character description is "Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang" and later specifies that he's 18 and a half. Darryl is 20. Ponyboy does not consider Darry part of the gang at the beginning and it absolutely tears me apart.

I also like how out of all of them Darry's character description is first (other than Ponyboy) Because to get the deeper meaning of this book you really need to see their dynamic and understand it, I really appreciate that we learn how Pony feels about him really before anyone else.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

a glimpse of what their early dynamic looks like

[motownfiction]

lick

Sam takes himself for a fool.

He doesn’t do it often. Sure, he slacks off in all his classes, but mediocre-to-shitty grades are never enough to convince him that he’s dumb. He could knock the brain out of just about anyone’s head at St. Catherine’s if he really tried. It sounds arrogant, but he knows he’s smart. Brilliant, maybe, on a good day, after a good sleep or a particularly revelatory listen-through of a great record. He knows he’s smart. He can spin an idea out of nothing.

But he can also observe things that go down right in front of him.

Nobody seems to remember that. They think that because Sam has all these fantastical ideas and jokes, that because his brain is made up mostly of popular and obscure song lyrics, then he must not actually see the things in front of his face. His own mother repeatedly says that Sam is confused by the shadow of his own nose. And of course there are times when he lets his imagination carry him away. That’s the best part of having an imagination. Letting it sweep you up and lift you out of whatever it is that’s scaring you.

But he’s not imagining this one.

How could he be?

It happens outside his own home on a hot Friday afternoon in July. He and Steph just got back from the mall, where she finally bought a pair of shoes she hadn’t been able to stop talking about for almost two months. They ran into Daniel, who had just successfully run away from Vicky St. John and her propositioning.

“I don’t get it,” Sam says. “I thought you liked hooking up with Vicky.”

“I do,” Daniel says. “I just have another thing later tonight. That’s all.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam thinks he sees Steph blush, but it’s probably just because it’s awkward to think of Daniel – sweet, quiet Daniel – hooking up with almost every girl in the Class of 1985.

“Damn, man,” Sam says. “A girl a day. That’s your limit?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Damn. Well, I guess you gotta preserve some tradition. Must make going to Confession a lot easier.”

Daniel laughs, and Sam thinks it sounds a little strained. Maybe he just feels awkward about how many girls he’s been with, too. If Sam were a different kind of guy, he might ask him why he’s garnered this specific reputation over the past year. But it’s probably not like that. It’s probably just that it’s fun, and if Daniel can swing it, why not? Everybody’s sleeping with somebody now. Even Lucy and Will finally got around to it. That’s probably all it is.

The ice cream truck comes by. Sam, eternally nine years old, hits his pockets for loose change. He’s got enough for two Bomb Pops – one for him, one for Steph. He looks at Daniel apologetically, but Daniel shakes his head.

“I don’t need one,” he says. “I don’t like how they turn my teeth blue once you get to the bottom of ‘em.”

“Shit, that’s the best part!” Sam says.

“Let him like what he likes,” Steph says, suddenly popping into the conversation out of nowhere. It shouldn’t feel surprising. Steph isn’t exactly shy. But whenever they get around Daniel … sometimes it’s like she is. Sam assumes she’s just matching him. That’s probably it.

Once they get the Bomb Pops, they stand outside in the heat of the day, just talking. Daniel mentions something about meeting up with Kim Campbell a few nights ago, and the story turns so unexpectedly salacious, both Sam and Steph forget they’re supposed to be eating popsicles. Sam watches as Steph looks down at her hand – a stream of red and blue juices falling around her wrist and between the fingers of her right hand. Instinctively, she raises her hand to her lips, and with a lick or two, the melted purplish stuff disappears.

But Daniel was watching her the whole time.

And it seemed like he liked what he saw.

Not in a way that you like just any beautiful girl, either. No. This was … this was like he had an agenda. Like he’d already crossed it – her – off the top of his “to-do” list.

Steph looks back at him, still blushing, even though they haven’t exchanged any words.

So, Sam takes himself for a fool.Because how could he ever take the alternative?

(part of @nosebleedclub june challenge -- day 4!)

[chippedshake]

Do you think that, four months after canon, the whole gang held their breaths for a week, walking on eggshells and not going anywhere alone and hardly riding cars because all the tragedy of the past year had happened with four-month intervals and please, not another one?

[dallasgallant]

Love how Ponyboy is just…

“Dally is stinky nasty ugly man. He’s mean and he like kicked a baby or something Boo dally”

And then describing Tim is like

“He’s so hot. He’s like straight from a JD movie.”

Is so so fucking funny to me. Because the whole Greaser/hood distinction is nonexistent for both of them and yet… same with Steve getting one line of description at all! (Stay hating, Ponyboy. Stay hating.)

Now mind you Pony does come around to being nice about Dallas, calling him a friend etc but

[numartian]

assorted gadget doodles ive done over the years + quirky fan design

[your-unfriendlyghost]

For your ask about sending in art ideas - Lmao you know that meme that’s two people in a car and the passenger goes ‘why does ____ call you babygirl’ and the driver responds with ‘lets stop talking for a little while’

That with the Dally & Tex & Mark half bros AU lol

Dally as the driver, Tex as the passenger, Mark in the back or something,,,and Tim as the one being referenced to have called Dally babygirl

(Just for the laughs yk)

Y’know what, I don’t always go for tally but I like that. I am low-key liking jally better lately tho so I’m doin a Johnny version too lol

[gaysforbyler]

One of my favorite pieces of Byler evidence is that Mike treats El the same way he would treat Will.

Like how in S3 he tries to regulate how much El uses her powers, saying that she’s putting herself in too much danger. The problem is, El hates that. She loves her independence, and being able to make decisions about her own body, since that was something that has always been taken away from her.

Will, on the other hand, never stands up for himself. Mike knows that he would sacrifice himself for the greater good without fuss, and needs someone to tell (or demand) him to stand down. Will needs someone to assure him that the weight of everything isn’t on his shoulders alone, and to protect him from people who will walk all over him.