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Darry and Paul and the Apple 🍎

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Psalms of a Lost Daughter Chapter 10 out now!

The door was then swung open with great force, something that really wasn’t used unless Leizu’s boyfriend was in and he had come in close to an hour ago. 

“Hands where I can see them!” Suddenly, the small front of the laundromat was being raided as a dozen cops poured in. They were tearing everything out of the shelves. All the clean and dirty laundry mixed in a big heap on the floor. “I’m talking to you blondie!” Sandy jumped up, her hands in the air as she looked around the store, frightened. She tried to gauge Jun’s reaction but he was already being handled by a cop. 

“Are there people in the back?” He asked and neither Sandy nor Jun said a word. The cop just rolled his eyes and went into the back of the laundromat. Sandy heard a scream and was grabbed roughly by a cop. She jerked her arm out of his grasp. 

“You work here?” 

“Yeah… kinda.” She said softly, eyes darting to Jack. Before the cop could ask her anything else, she ran over and picked him up, pulling him to her chest. 

“Name?” 

“June Daltry.” 

“You got an ID?” With shaking fingers, she handed him the faulty card. 

“You live around here?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Address?” She rattled off the fake address, not the trap house. She couldn’t have them looking there. “Alright, this whole operation is coming with us. Get in the van.” 

“Is this legal?” Sandy asked, wishing her voice sounded bigger and less panicky. 

“Look, just get in the van lady. Or you’re gonna be real sorry.” She gets in the van, holding Jack closer and trying to get a better look at Leizu and her boyfriend who were both pressed flat to the pavement. 

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Credit or credit is due. It is possible that I overreacted slightly. BUT STILL, this is a PSA, please be nice to your fic writers and creators! A lot of them do this on their own time and they don’t get compensated for it so please please please be kind to them! They more than deserve it!

I don't know why this made me so fucking mad but it really did. I published a work from a while back today and this was a comment left on it. I get it, there is a lot of writers out there that don't have perfect historical knowledge of the things that happened back then. That often happens in a fandom like The Outsiders where it's set in the 1960s and many writers don't know the historical context. This is OKAY. At the end of the day, we are writing fanfiction, we don't really have to have perfect knowledge of history in the 1960s. HOWEVER, this felt very rude and pointed to me? Maybe I am just hypersensitive but I felt like they could have asked me nicer.

I try to write in a way that is very accurate to history and incorporate multiple sources. This user could have just asked for my sources instead of belittling me but here we are. I even put a disclaimer in at the beginning, letting people know that I would be receptive to someone asking about my sources. I know I shouldn't get that angry about it but this bothered me for some reason.

THAT BEING SAID, always feel free to ask me about any of my works or the historical context I use in any of my writing. I would love to share my sources with you and talk about history.

Just be kind, please. Especially in this fandom.

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photo quote taken from @dancespiritmagazine

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darry doesn’t cave under pressure. never has — not when his high school buddies shove a cigarette in his hand, not when cops try twisting his arm for information, and sure as hell not when bill collectors knock on the door, promising to strip the place clean. darry never caves. he holds the line.

but then there’s sodapop. soda doesn’t twist his arm or raise his voice. he doesn’t have to. all it takes is one look — that wide, open kind of look that only soda can pull off, like the world hasn’t knocked the happiness out of him yet — and darry is toast.

he sees it coming and still lets it happen. the hopeful tilt of soda’s head, the stupid little grin, the way he says “dar?” like the word itself is made of sunshine and trouble. and darry sighs, crosses his arms, maybe scowls a little just for show — but the ending is always the same. soda asks, and darry gives in.

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I don't know why this made me so fucking mad but it really did. I published a work from a while back today and this was a comment left on it. I get it, there is a lot of writers out there that don't have perfect historical knowledge of the things that happened back then. That often happens in a fandom like The Outsiders where it's set in the 1960s and many writers don't know the historical context. This is OKAY. At the end of the day, we are writing fanfiction, we don't really have to have perfect knowledge of history in the 1960s. HOWEVER, this felt very rude and pointed to me? Maybe I am just hypersensitive but I felt like they could have asked me nicer.

I try to write in a way that is very accurate to history and incorporate multiple sources. This user could have just asked for my sources instead of belittling me but here we are. I even put a disclaimer in at the beginning, letting people know that I would be receptive to someone asking about my sources. I know I shouldn't get that angry about it but this bothered me for some reason.

THAT BEING SAID, always feel free to ask me about any of my works or the historical context I use in any of my writing. I would love to share my sources with you and talk about history.

Just be kind, please. Especially in this fandom.

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Psalms of a Lost Daughter Chapter 9 out now!

San Francisco was the kind of place where you could disappear. According to Maryanne, it had been that way since 1967. Becoming home to all kinds of delinquents, runaways, vagabonds, outlaws, and even the occasional cult leader. In this city, people just kept moving. The hippies with flowers in their hair, usually too drugged out to notice you, business men in the welfare district and mothers dragging children by their wrists. Nobody cared about who Sandy was, especially if you looked like you were trouble. That’s probably what drew Sandy to the Golden coast in the first place. 

It had already been a rough day for Sandy. She’d worked at the laundry for a couple hours before heading down to the supermarket to try and score some free baby food. Sometimes, Maryanne could get extra food stamps if she stood outside of the welfare office long enough. It helped that she knew the guy who gave them out. She was often inclined to give Sandy her extras on account of his cute cheeks. 

They had refused to take her food stamps. The check out woman had even called her a liar and a welfare whore. Sandy had tried to make a case for herself, showing them her hungry baby and telling them that she needed the baby food because his little teeth were starting to come in. They hadn’t listened, just taken the faulty food stamps on account of something or the other and told her to get out. 

Now, she was at the corner of Haight and Masonic, just north of the panhandle, pushing open the doors to a drug store to buy some smokes and a pop for a guy with no legs who’d slipped her a couple quarters. Sandy was taking all the handouts she could get these days and buying cigarettes for homeless disabled veterans seemed to be no exception. 

She stood at the counter, looking through the wall of various fizzy drinks, pushing Jack up on her hip when he started to fuss. 

“Wait… Sandy?” The voice cracked like a whip, striking fear into her heart as her stomach dropped through her feet. 

The boy just stood there. Stringy and lean, with his signature leather patched up jacket that Sandy recognized from hundreds of greaser parties in Tulsa. His curls were long and ungreased now, but there was no mistaking him. Tim Shepard. He’d been a friend of Steve and Sodas. 

This could not be happening. Sandy had done everything in her power to leave Tulsa behind. 

“Sandy… Sandra MacPhillips?” He blinked, a surprised look on his face, unsure if he was even seeing her. “Holy shit… it’s you.” She tried to smile, wondering for a way to get out of this. 

“Hey Tim.” 

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Life so bad that not even the comfort fanfics are hitting right 😭😭

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Little sketches of my babies

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Okay, I am really feelin' it now. This could be good.

Ace in Harlem Moodboard

Just had another banger idea for a long fic about Ace. This one takes place in her senior year. She has obviously been deeply effected by the things that have happened in her life. Childhood trauma, her aunts abuse, Johnny and Dally's deaths, etc. So she starts hanging out with other members of the counter culture. This includes the LGBTQ community in Oklahoma city. I did some research on this and there was a pretty okay sized community out there in Oklahoma city. She meets some girls there who want to leave. They want to go to Harlem New York where they are convinced that it will be better from them.

Ace decides to go with them. Maybe something pushes her over at home, maybe she's just fed up of Oklahoma but she leaves. Drops out of high school in her senior year and goes to Harlem with this group of other queer black young women.

There she gets an apartment with them, tries drugs maybe, experiments with her sexuality, maybe she meets another girl, she goes to Harlem Cultural festival in 1969, and just overall is living life.

I don't have a lot of the details worked out but I am feeling the vibes. I'm making a Pinterest board, I'm thinking out scenes, shits getting serious.

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Just had another banger idea for a long fic about Ace. This one takes place in her senior year. She has obviously been deeply effected by the things that have happened in her life. Childhood trauma, her aunts abuse, Johnny and Dally's deaths, etc. So she starts hanging out with other members of the counter culture. This includes the LGBTQ community in Oklahoma city. I did some research on this and there was a pretty okay sized community out there in Oklahoma city. She meets some girls there who want to leave. They want to go to Harlem New York where they are convinced that it will be better from them.

Ace decides to go with them. Maybe something pushes her over at home, maybe she's just fed up of Oklahoma but she leaves. Drops out of high school in her senior year and goes to Harlem with this group of other queer black young women.

There she gets an apartment with them, tries drugs maybe, experiments with her sexuality, maybe she meets another girl, she goes to Harlem Cultural festival in 1969, and just overall is living life.

I don't have a lot of the details worked out but I am feeling the vibes. I'm making a Pinterest board, I'm thinking out scenes, shits getting serious.

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Psalms of a Lost Daughter Chapter 8 out now!

Sandy’s life began to come together in some form of mock routine. She would try to wake up before anyone else in the house, not a hard thing to do since most of them were still high off the drugs they’d been doing the night before. She’d look in the kitchen cupboards for something to eat, always finding nothing but cockroach nests and the occasional rat. Though sometimes, she was able to find an untouched slice of bread or some fruit. As she ate, she would feed Jack. Either on the porch or on the small mattress that she’d taken.

After that was all finished, she would dress and attempt to scrub her and Jack’s faces clean in the kitchen sink. Sometimes she’d do this part in a gift store bathroom down the street if she thought that she’d wake people in the house. Then she’d put on her shoes and strap Jack to her chest, trying to talk to him as she walked to the laundromat. 

Once inside the laundromat, she would find Leizu or Jun or anyone who could tell her if she was needed that day. If she was, she’d stay and help with the folding or the ironing in the back. She might even help with sewing if that was needed. Sandy had never been more grateful for Mrs. Curtis until she worked for the laundromat. 

When she first started dating Sodapop, she would go over to his house all the time. She’d felt bad about how much she was staying over and there were a couple times when Soda would get distracted and leave her alone in the living room or something. Not knowing how else to fill the silence, she would ask Mrs. Curtis if she needed help with anything. After some convincing, Mrs. Curtis let her help. She taught Sandy how to iron, make minor repairs on clothes, sew buttons, and install sleeves. 

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being a fan of both music from the 60s-70s n the outsiders is a transformative combo hell yeah this very specific single from a small mid 60s band would make Dallas Winston insane and I'm right bc no one can stop me

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so what I need people to understand, particularly about the musical, is that the outsiders is a story that has a lot to do with racism. Like yes ik the book was not about that but the musical is. It is classism that is in a lot of their cases a result of racial issues. Do you understand. Do you see it. I need you all to see it. There is SO much depth in those fricking characters that is added just by them being poc, (and when y’all are racist about the actors you’re missing the point) none of you get it and I need you to. I’m not saying this is all a direct connection but it is very significantly about racism in some variation and I just. Holy shit. The Dally Darrel scene before throwing in the towel is about racism. Justice for Tulsa almost ENTIRELY is about racism. All of that. Racism. The song is a direct connection to racism. Like. A TON OF THIS SHOW is about racism. I need you to. I need. Please.

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Obsessed with the photo from sky’s story today

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Psalms of a Lost Daughter Chapter 7 out now!

They pulled into the city at nearly midnight. The arrival into San Francisco was anticlimactic. From everything that people had told Sandy, it was a bustling city filled with the scum of the earth. Prostitutes, hippies, drug dealers, pimps, beatniks, and runaways. It was why Sandy had earmarked it as a good place to disappear into. Instead, on the Sunday morning they arrived, the streets were mostly empty except for the occasional person walking. The van was thrown into park and Mona let a grin split her face in half. 

“We made it.” She said, helping Sandy out of the van and back onto the ground. Jack jolted awake with her movement, his blue eyes taking in the scene around him. It was obvious he was as surprised by all of this as Sandy was. With that, he began to fuss, letting out a cry and Sandy pulled him up tighter. 

“Hey babe, it’s okay.” She rocked him slightly, following Mona, Rain, America and Sonny into the house. “It’s okay Jack.” She soothed, settling him closer into her body. 

The house didn’t have a number on the door, just a peace sign spray painted across. The house was covered in brown paint with green window panes, every surface was chipping, or cracked or faded and the whole house looked to be slanted in the direction of the ocean.

Inside, the house smelled of mildew, weed, and something else that Sandy couldn’t name. Maybe mold or rotting food. Sandy tried to ignore it as she looked around. There were blankets and rugs tacked up over the windows to keep the light out. The floors were all covered in stained mattresses, and dirty beanbags. America let out a long sigh. 

“So glad we’re home.” Sandy just stood in the middle of the room with Jack on her hip, clinging to her like his life depended on it. She watched the other girls sprawl out on the dirty mattresses, Rain said something about sharing a joint in celebration of being home. 

“You want a hit, Sandy?” Rain looked at her expectantly, obviously making room for her in their little circle. Sandy wished she was one of those girls that could say no. That she wasn’t so silent and stupid and could stick up for herself. Instead, she nodded ever so slightly, sitting next to them and pulling Jack closer. 

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The gang as girls!!!!

Ponygirl, Dallas, Johanna, Poppy (Sodapop), Darla, Kithy and Stephanie .𖥔 ݁ ˖˚₊⊹ ࣪ ˖

Someone alarmingly had telepathy with me and asked if I was going to make more female characters... well here it is haha I had been planning it for days 😔🤘

I think Kithy is a fashion icon and I fell in love for Stephanie