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That feeling when you almost got scammed XDDDD

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100/10 helpful :0

I just realized I never posted these and recently got an ask about how I draw cats. I do plan on "continuing" this series (hopefully better organized) at some point.

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Pluto :3

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I think it was about two weeks ago I finally threw out my pumpkins from last October. Just thought I'd say 'cause I've never seen them last that long without rotting :)

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Adopted au Ponyboy but when he first came to the Curtis family, his relationship with food, particularly packed lunch for school, was a really big struggle.

For a while, he’d come home with a completely uneaten lunch because he thought he would bother the Curtis family by eating their food. This may be because he would get scolded by his bio parents if he ate too much and “wasted” what they had. But for a while, he’d come home with a completely unopened brown bag that contained the food his mama or daddy had packed. After a month of him surviving on two meals a day instead of three, Mr Curtis decided to do something.

He decided to start adding in little notes scribbled onto a napkin or ripped piece of paper he could easily find. He wasn’t proud, but he started slowly askin Ponyboy if he saw the note he wrote him and acted sad when Ponyboy had to sheepishly tell him that he hadn’t. Eventually, Ponyboy started opening the lunch bags to read the notes he heard so much about, and when he did that, he saw the food inside and was reminded of how hungry he actually was. It started with him just nibbling at the sandwich packed or having some of vegetable packed, but eventually, he started coming home without the paper bag and with the note tucked safely into his backpack.

All of them knew how much the notes meant to Ponyboy. It was a strange thought to them though, after all, how could a note that took 30 seconds to write change this kids entire mood. They didn’t know, but it did and so Mr Curtis was glad to keep doing it. Eventually, their entire family got involved. It became a new game to Ponyboy: who wrote his lunch note today. Sometimes it was Mr Curtis, telling him to have a good day. Sometimes it was Soda, reminding Ponyboy that he loved him with a little smiley face drawn afterwards. Sometimes it was Darrel, telling Pony he was proud to be his brother and good luck at his track meet. Sometimes it was Mrs Curtis, telling him he was a star.

It was a new constant in his life. The notes. They were always there. Even after his mama and daddy died. The notes didn’t stop. Granted, they were always written by Soda now, Darrel was too tired and busy to do it, Pony knew that. But damn, it kinda hurt. There were no more “run fast kiddo” notes or “I’m real proud of you, good luck on your test” notes. It was always a goofy “love ya kid brother! - Soda” Or “your favorite- eat up kid :) - Soda”.

And, Ponyboy loved Soda so much, he was always there, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Darrel’s notes. He understood, or, he tried his best to, but he missed his big brother. He missed the kid Darrel used to be.

Ponyboy’s struggles came back after Johnny and Dally died. When he finally went back to school, he started coming home with full, uneaten lunches again. They would always be open though, cause he had to read the note. It was second nature now. But it wasn’t until this one day that he finally got prompted to eat something.

He had taken his bag to lunch and sat down on the ground in here he and Johnny would always go and he opened the bag, knowing he probably wouldn’t eat, but needing to see his brother’s familiar scribbly handwriting. But when he opened the bag, there was no note sitting on top. His stomach sank immediately as confusion swirled in his head.

He started panicking, wondering where the hell it could be. They hadn’t forgotten, right? They couldn’t. They’d been doing it for 6 years- they wouldn’t just forget one day, right? Unless it was intentional…? Ponyboy hated the way he began to spiral and he hated it even more when his vision blurred from tears. What was he doing? Was he really crying cause his brothers forgot to put a note in his damn lunch? He was fourteen for fucks sake.

He started to feel around the entire bag, and finally felt relief flood him when his hand wrapped around a gently folded note on the bottom of the bag. He pulled it up and tucked his legs further into himself as he tried to messily wipe the tears off his face. When he opened the note, he expected another silly Soda message that he’d laugh quietly at before tucking it safely away and taking out his notebook, leaving his lunch untouched. But instead, he was met with something else. The note read: “Pony- don’t forget you got track after school, so eat your sandwich please- I’m proud of you little buddy, don’t you forget that —Dar”. And shit, if that didn’t have him damn near in tears all over again.

Darrel hadn’t written him a note since last December when he was home from college. It had been Soda for so long. But this, this was reassurance that Darrel remembered, he still cared, he still loved his baby brother enough to do this. Through his exhaustion and fears, he loved Pony enough to write this. And, if Darrel did that, the least Ponyboy could do was listen. So he sat and slowly ate that lunch through tears as he kept rereading the note. By the time he needed to go back to class, he had every stroke memorized and held an empty paper bag.

When he got home, instead of tucking this note in with all the others, he left it in his notebook, pressed firmly between the pages so he would always be able to reread it. So he could use it to quiet the doubtful voice in his head that always seemed to try and convince him that he was a burden to his brothers and was an unwanted waste of space in their home. The note silenced that. It served as a reminder that even if he and Darrel fought, Darrel was still proud and still loved him to hell and back.

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The Word Frog

So my friend had the 'DM me the word frog for a surprise' status on Discord so...

I was using MS paint so it took maybe 20-30 min... And I swear when I'd saved their status wasn't there anymore ;;

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darry stress bakes

soda stress eats

pony stress starves

prove me wrong

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My teacher clearly wasn't paying attention.

I'ma rant about my teacher here cause' why not. (Also cause' I didn't say anything in person to them)

So yesterday, it was before the class actually started, you know kids still coming in, getting out whatever was on the white board that day and the teacher notices my NASA t-shirt. So they come over and tell me all about a time they went down to the US's capital and saw space shuttle Columbia at the National Air and Space Museum. Now if you know ANYTHING about the shuttle program, then you probably know that Columbia burnt up in the atmosphere due to an issue with the heat tiles. What she would have actually saw would have been space shuttle Discovery. And I asked wait are sure. SURE, it was Columbia you saw? And she's just 'Oh yeah! Why, did you see it and think it was something else?" I'm just like what.

Just thought I'd mention it cause' its kinda weird that some one - Who would have lived through it, heard about it on the news and if you asked about it they might even say it was Columbia that was destroyed.

ANYWAYS. No hate to the teacher, I'm just yapping cause planetary science and human space flight is my life. :3

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I ate a potato today

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I'm back to yapping about WQAE :3

Nothing major but just joined a random raise pups lobby (They just started) and we proceded to kill about 23 elk / deer. About 10 of them killed my me :D Tag teamed about 5 Gosh I wish I had screenshotted that map but OH WELL >:/ No really the amount of Xs right next to the den was absurd :p

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I like to think that if Bob had lived, Cherry would have roasted him so hard over being jealous of a 14-year-old.

“I’m babysitting tonight. The kid just turned eight, so you’ve got some competition. You might have to fight him for my hand.”

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I have this thing were I'll be on here but be posting entirely on my main account and 100% neglect this one for a few months and then I'll be solely on this one fora few months and forget my main :'3

(Okey time for this account to die for a month or two /hj)

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Soda (For another thing :3)

Might be workin' on a comic :3 Anywho here's a Soda for you

Now that I look at it he kinda blends into dark mode. Also someone called this the catsiders and I freaking love that dude >:D

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Train buddies >:3

Goofy lil' thing I did to test a new style >:3

Left: Johnny Right: Pony

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Outsiders as cats because it's midnight and I'm bored :3

Johnny is a tuxedo and Soda a tortie, convince me other wise :3

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Darry is such a 20-year-old boy. The fandom views him as this middle aged dad, but he is very much a 20-year-old big brother supervising his younger brothers while he himself is left unsupervised. He’s the embodiment of that quote “in my defense I was also left unsupervised.”

He eats chocolate cake for breakfast and lets his brothers do the same. He tells his brothers not to do anything that would land them in a boys home, but he fights in rumbles, lets them fight, hangs out with criminals, is ready to hide Dally from the cops, etc, because gang code and greaser code is sacrosanct in that ride-or-die, ritualized, romanticised way your social structure is at that age. (Also because that’s the only support system they have.) He has a rivalry with his high school best friend that they’re both still really hung up on. He shows off by flexing his muscles.

Darry Curtis is a hormonal, adolescent, barely-not-a-teenager who should absolutely not be solely responsible for his brothers.

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The gang develops a running joke that when something out of their control happens, it’s Dally and Johnny haunting them.

Steve’s car won’t start and Soda goes, “looks like ol’ Dal’s givin us a sign that we shouldn’t go to work today. We better listen, ya don’t wanna disrespect the dead.”

Darry trips on Pony’s backpack in front of the door. “Goddamn it Pony, I told you not to leave your stuff in the doorway!” “It wasn’t me. That musta been Dally messin with you.”

The next day Darry gets him back when Ponyboy is sitting on the porch writing, and a gust of wind sends all his loose pages flying across the yard. “I think Johnnycake’s tryin to tell you that ain’t your best work.”