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HAPPY PRIDE YOU GAY ASS FUCKS

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Just some things my mother has heard me scream today,

“RUN HETERO RUNNNNNNN”

“RADIOACTIVE JELLY BEAN VOMIT HAS COME FORTH FROM MY FACE HOLE”

“Rainbow scrunkly gay dandruff” (this was said while chasing my brother screaming maniacally about my fictional rainbow dandruff.)

“WHY ARE THEY ALL SLUTTY?!?!?”

“I’m gonna throw all of mh sons that I birtheds corpses at your head”

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Our time has come. RISE FAGGOTS RISEEEEEEE!!!!!! THE STRAIGHTS MUST BEND TO OUR WILL!!!!

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One of my favorite genres of post

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Do u ever get that feeling where your like empty inside and it feels like listening to music and sataring out the ca window but it also simultaneously feels like summer or am I just depressed

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as a little treat for public dress rehearsal of the outsiders at my school, heres some doodles of the cast as stuff we've said in character

(this is a reupload cause my phone is stupid and posted it without tags)

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This is what I have written so far for a Charcia (Cherry x Marcia) fic! It’s titled sweet strawberry kisses :3 it’ll be posted to my ao3 (mtothekay) in either an hour, or two months. Jk, it’ll be a day or so!

Tulsa, 1967. Two Soc Girls sit on the edge of a fountain in a park. Side by side, they lean into each other. One Girl speaks, the other laughs, the sound ringing through the warm summer air. It was beautiful. The essence of it, the stolen kisses under starry skies, the giggle filled sleepovers that inevitably ended in the lovers legs and arms entangled, the two becoming one. The love letters sealed with a kiss at the end of every page. The scrawls of black ink across starch white paper, forming poems and drawings and musings of love. It was everything.

It was considered unnatural, but how could something be unnatural if it felt so right? How could the fireworks that exploded through the air when their lips met be unnatural? They couldn't control it, they couldn’t stop the electricity that sparked between them when they touched.

From the drunken, sloppy makeouts, to the sweet strawberry kisses, they were in love. That much was clear. Fingers entangled in cherry red hair, painted fingernails running across checkered fabric of an expensive dress. The fragility of life never reaching them, warnings falling upon deaf ears. Nights filled with dancing in the middle of empty roads, running through the streets and laughing, it was theirs. It was heaven on earth.

They felt invincible that night, sitting underneath twinkling lights and the blanket of stars overhead. A cricket chirped, and Marcia spoke whilst leaning against Cherrys chest,

“We should run away together. We could go on a road trip, travel the country, we could take your car, and I’ve got plenty of savings. Think of how wonderful it could be, driving down the highway and sleeping in open fields.”

Cherry sighed wistfully and said “but how would we make money, or get food? We can’t get jobs without giving our names,and by the time we find a good place to stay, we’d be reported as missing.”

“We could think of fake ones! What about Sage and Rachel? Aren’t they pretty? My parents wouldn’t care where I went, and neither would your father! Please Cherry, we can make it work!”

They both sat still for a moment, Marcia was sitting up opposite Cherry now. Marcia’s eyes displayed a sort of desperation, while Cherrys held an air of uncertainty. Cherry thought for a moment, and her demeanor shifted as she said

“Okay.”

Marcia lit up at that, sitting taller slightly

“Really? You’ll really do it?”

“Yes. I want to.” Cherry nodded and bit her lip. “When do you think we’ll leave?”

“We could go next Friday. We’ll have a full week to prepare! I’ll empty my bank account and take some money from my parents”

“Alright. We’ll take my car, and I’ll gather my money too. Take anything you want, my car has plenty of room.”

“Ok! I’ll take mostly practical things I think, and definitely some books and a deck of cards. I’ll also bring music along, my cassettes and maybe a few records.” Marcia said.

Cherry grabbed her lovers hand and spoke, “this is gonna work. We’ll go somewhere where it’s safe to be together. We can do this.” She then pulled Marcia in for a hug and kissed her gently. “I’ll see you at school Monday?”

The brunette nodded and they parted ways, one going towards mulberry street, the other to gorse avenue.

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RAGHHHH PURLYYYY

blah blah blah blah gay ppl blah blah blah

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YAGHHHHHH PURLYYYYYY

curly shepherd and his gf ^_^ !!

I’m so obsess with cowgirl Curtis, I gotta put curly in somewhere with his pretty girl …

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IM CACKLING WHAT!?

The Outsiders and everything is the same but the gang taxidermies Johnny and Dally and they hang out with them still

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THIS, THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED TODAY. THIS MADE MY WEEK

au where darry and soda are adults when their parents die n ponyboy is still a little kid... (hc under the cut)

All of Pony's fifth grade classmates ate lunch with their parents at one time or another. They'd skip to the lunch room holding Mama and Daddy's hands and Ponyboy would bury his face in his tray so no one would see him cry. Snot nosed ten year olds would ask him why his parents never showed up. He didn't know how to tell them that his Mama and Daddy were sleeping under cold dirt.

One night Ponyboy comes home from school, teary eyed and deflated like a birthday balloon that's been kept too long. Soda rushes to help put away his backpack and take off his shoes, (which he was much too old for now, really) and sees his wet ruddy cheeks and scoops him up like he's still a little fawn.

"Pone, what's wrong baby?"

Pony sniffles all pitiful. "All the other kids get to each lunch with their parents. And I-" He wails.

"I have to eat all alone!"

Soda's pretty brows scrunch and he coos and sways his baby side to side. Darry appeared like an answered prayer, leaning over Soda's shoulder to wipe the salty tears from their little brother's cheeks. Darry makes a promise right then that he'll make it to lunch with Ponyboy no matter what.

"I'll be there tomorrow honey, I swear it." Darry says with staunch absolution.

The next day, Ponyboys sitting in the lunchroom on the squeaky little chairs, playing with his green beans and feeling just awful. He glances to the doorway like clockwork every minute, waiting for Darry to show up. Probably five minutes pass, and Pony's heart is smarting fiercely and he's losing hope when the double doors fly open. Darry rushes in, all sweaty and dusty from work, smiling in a way that's reserved only for his brothers. Ponyboy flies out of his seat and shoots to Darry's chest like a bullet.

"Told ya i'd make it." Darry whispered into his slick hair.

The other kids are staring frog -eyed now.

"Is that yer Dad, Pony?" Some yellow haired girl shouts.

He preens pink under his big brother's arm, puffing his chest out. "Yup. Sure is."

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Transfem!Ponyboy au! Some things in it:

* two lifted her a bra so she could at least look like she was cis

* purly exsists here because it does

* curly will NOT stop calling her feminine names (ie, doll, princess)

* Curly steals her headbands all the time and thinks it’s funny to wear them

* The gang lifts her girl stuff all the time

* She’s bi!

YAYYY! I’m watching ghosts rn :3

#Theoutsiders #ponyboy #transfem!ponyboy #lol #Curly #purly

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This.

There should totally be a movement called “Sleep in Public” where people defend their right to sleep on public property. Sleep in your cars. Sleep on benches. Sleep at the park. Just make it a mundane and regular part of life to see someone napping in the library. It would make it much harder to single out the homeless for harassment if everyone else is doing the same thing and much harder to argue that it’s a “threat to public safety” when it’s so clearly harmless.

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*transfems Ponyboy*

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I learned to smile like Matt Dillon used to and I’m so proud of myself. It’s such an easy skill but I’m so weirdly happy.

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:’(

There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.

And he never will.