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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 — random event.

hi guys! i just wanna do a random event because i’m bored lols. anywho! it’s wes craven themed :3 ty to @ivyppoison for the inspo!!

please format your req like this (just an example):

୭ ˚.🗞️ ᵎᵎ. — 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝚁. 𝙵𝙾𝚇 - standard tumblr games! (cym, wyr, kmk, sop, etc.)

hi cym as fantastic mr fox characters!

୭ ˚.🎥 ᵎᵎ. nav writing acc. fandom list. // 4.13 - tbd

୭ ˚.🗞️ ᵎᵎ. — 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝚁. 𝙵𝙾𝚇 - standard tumblr games! (cym, wyr, kmk, sop, etc.)

୭ ˚.☄️ ᵎᵎ. — 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙸𝙳 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 - moodboards!! send me a trope, character or scenario, etc. and i’ll make you a moodboard!

୭ ˚.🏩 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝚄𝙳𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻 - your turn!! send me headcannons, thoughts or ship me with a character!

୭ ˚.🥖 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 - send me an ask off of this list!

୭ ˚.🍬 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝙽𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁 - [MOOTS ONLY!!] give me a group and i’ll tell you what you are in that group! (ie: what candy am i?)

୭ ˚.🐾 ᵎᵎ. — 𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝙶𝚂 - tell me about yourself and i’ll tell you which director you came from! (ie: you’re a wes anderson movie)

୭ ˚.🌕 ᵎᵎ. — 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙳𝙾𝙼 - give me a character + a scenario/ trope and i’ll write a little drabble based on it! [look at my fandom lists first]

୭ ˚.🛥️ ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙹𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 - give me a vibe, character or trope and i’ll give you movie reccs! (like those oddly specific book rec videos!)

୭ ˚.🪼 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚄 - [MOOTS ONLY!!] tell me a character i remind you of and i’ll do the same for you :3

୭ ˚.🗿 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 - give me a movie and i’ll give you a letterboxd review i find funny for it!

୭ ˚.👑 ᵎᵎ. — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙽𝙱𝙰𝚄𝙼𝚂 - give me a mandela effect or an conspiracy theory and i’ll give you my take on it!

୭ ˚.🧨 ᵎᵎ. — 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 - matchups and ships! give me a description of yourself a fandom and a title! (ie: i’m blah blah blah, can you tell me who would be my enemy in the mighty ducks?)

tagging mooties! @spaceagebachelormann @ivyppoison @sepptember @juneberrie @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @buticanfixhernoreallyican @faerieroyal @stvrlighttgabss @hibiscusol @bellybumm sorry if i forgot anyone ):

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claiming my spot as your biggest fan 🙋‍♀️

RAHHH ILY!!! <33

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soooo angsty dallas winston sibling fic based off family line by conan gray coming out later??

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hey cutie!! could you maybe possibly write a little smth w darry and his cutesie hyperfem soc gf? idk if this makes sense but yeah!!

꒰ N' THEY CALLED IT PUPPY LOVE ꒱ . . . d curtis !

pairing(s) : darry curtis x hyperfem!soc! reader

in whichdarry loves his sweetheart y/n

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, the gang teasing darry and r, motherly reader

darry is so head over heels for you omlll

he just loves coming home to you everyday and giving you the sweetest kiss ever

at nights he'll wait patiently in bed for you as you put in your rollers and take off your makeup

he listens to you babble about all the latest purses, necklaces, dresses and all that

also when you beg him to go dancin he wants to resistince bc dancing isnt his strong suit

his mom taught him but other than that he's lost

but you give him those eyes

he just cant say no to you

"pretty please darry can we please go dancing?"

"aw fine darlin"

you pepper him with kisses

you spend the night dancing to elvis, franki vali, the ronettes, the beatles all of em'

not typically darrys type of music but hes fine with it as long as you love it

he loves seeing you twirl in your pink dress with all your accessories and cute shoes and makeup

boy does he get kinda jealous when you say that elvis presley is handsome though

"dar, look at him isn't he a guy?"

"..."

you reassure him though

he'll wait for you while you do your makeup too

he'll just be at his reading chair with his glasses while you bable to him about other things

youre like a mother to soda and pony

you give them cheek kisses

most likely leaving lipstick stains on their cheeks as they blush (not in a romantic way)

you bake them things too like muffins and cakes

the gang teases darry profusely about you guys

especially two and dally

"gee darry you really hit the jackpot"

"oh would ya shut up?"

nonetheless the gang loves you

dally makes jokes about your attire and bubbly attitude hurting his eyes though.

darry still loves you either way and couldnt ask for a better sweetheart

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˚୨୧⋆ —masterlist.

— THE OUTSIDERS

D. WINSTON

oklahoma smokeshow (angst)

D. CURTIS

n’ they called it puppy love (fluff)

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꒰OKLAHOMA SMOKESHOW ꒱ . . . d winston !

pairing(s) : book! dallas winston x fem!soc! reader

in which y/n dreams of escaping tulsa but her dad is holding her back. however dallas winston listens and yearns.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : yelling, swearing, r's father is an ass, r is a soc but she doesn't like being one, discrimination. movie dallas used only for visuals even though i used blonde book dallas in mind!! mentions of religion, angst

robin chirps : happy easter!! this fic is inspired by oklahoma smokeshow by zach bryan :) bold is the song lyrics!

go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like.

y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a look at herself one last time before heading out the door. if her father had caught her wearing anything other than appropriate soc attire, she would be done for. the amount of times she had been hit on by cocky high class boys who just wanted to get into her pants was numerous, alas her father didn't care. "you don't want to look like one of those greasy balls of garbage do you?" he would ask her. truth was y/n didn't want to be a soc. sh didn't want to be a greaser either. she wanted to escape tulsa and live in a city without labels and get away from all the hostility stored away in the streets of tulsa.

i know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight. you always wind up here in a puddle of tears

y/n had made her way to the diner with her friends. however, her "friends" had left her midway through the walk home to go hang out with a group of other socs. it had started to rain and the closest place y/n could go to was bucks. y/ns feet subconsciously made their way to the building lit by neon beer signs, ignoring the voice in the back of her head saying, "if i catch you 'round one of them greaser places.."

she slowly opened the door to the place, as a mixture of tears, mascara and raindrops ran down her face, her hair sticking to her face, her dress drenched. many eyes were on her as barely, if any, socs came to bucks. whispers, some louder than others presumably by drunk men were heard as y/n sat on one of the bar stools.

them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood In the back of a blue old pick up truck. you've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

y/n sat at the barstool, a shaggy, pale, blonde boy sat beside her, a malboro cigarette hanging out of his mouth loosely.

"hey man, what're you doin' out here?" he asked the soc, curiously, in a sluggish tone of voice. y/n sniffled.

"my friends left me when we were at the diner, n' i didn't wanna get jumped, it's dangerous walkin' home by myself, y'know." she sniffled again. "plus, it's cold and wet." she paused again. dallas listened, as he hummed and nodded, understanding what she was talking about.

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend

"that really sucks man," he muttered taking a sip of his whiskey and coke, y/n could smell the drink from her seat. dallas did't turn away or ignore her after that. they spent the next hour talking.

but she swears that his love is a damn god send

don't get me wrong, dallas hated socs. but y/n was different, under the high class, hair done, pretty dress facade, she was a normal girl yearning for more than just a privilege title. the two could relate on another level which dallas had appreciated. dallas and y/n both wanted more or less the same thing, both wanted to escape tulsa, but more or less everything was holding them back from doing so.

she's known god since she was a child, she used to play in the yard and she would dream of one day

y/n played in the front yard of her house with a white picket fence. she saw two kids around her age, playing over by a park around the 'border' between the west and east side.

"hi! im y/n can i play with you?" she asked the three children. they were greaser children, as seen by the difference in their appearance.

'til the world came around and took her dreaming away. told her how to dress and act and smile.

"sure! im soda, thats johnny and that one over there is steve" one said. soon enough, y/n's father had come out of the house, soon following a burst of yelling came about. "y/n get over here and away from that white trash." he exclaimed. y/n wondered, how could a grown adult be so hostile toward children? y/ns father grabbed the little girls hand and took her back over to the freshly painted house on the block.

'y/n, sweetie, you know better than to talk to those type of people." he told her. "now, im sure mrs. sheldon and mrs. valances children would love to play with you hm?" he said. the little girl with pigtails and turned around to watch the greaser kids looking at her sadly, eventually cheering themselves up and laughing softly as they played on the monkey bars.

she's an oklahoma smokeshow. he's an asshole from back home. she'll never make it out alive.

that night, at bucks dallas and y/n talked for hours. y/n told dallas about her image and how she was forced by her father to keep up the good girl act, how every soc guy just wanted to get in her pants and how she's never going to make it out alive.

dallas told her about how he grew up in the streets of brooklyn, new york because his asshole father didn't give a shit about him. his mother and grandmother didn't have enough to provide, because his dad kept taking the profit to the bottle. he ended up in juvi by the time he was ten for theft, trying to provide for his family until he just left and ended up here in tulsa.

that small town bar scene, where small vices kill your big dreams. he'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive.

"but my dad will never let me leave, not until i'm 21 at least, and if i do, he'll list me as a runaway to the police and they'll come and find me." she muttered, solemnly. it was nearly midnight now. dallas way to intoxicated to drive. y/n had used bucks landline to call a cab as she made her way home, thinking of the boy who had changed her life in a mere few hours.

well, I've been here, I've been up all night. thinkin' 'bout a life with you and i. one you'll never know 'cause you're a small town smokeshow.

dallas layed there, head empty except for the thought of y/n. it was nearly 3 in the morning at this point, but all he could think about was the girl who he had just met but felt like they had known each other for years and there he continued dreaming, because unfortunately for him only one of the two got their 'escape' from the prejudice of tulsa, oklahoma. unfortunately, it wasn't y/n. unfortunately, it wasn't the way either of them planned.

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