nylacouldntmakeit

[nylacouldntmakeit]

HDHEJDJSJDJS HEYYYY

guys its me, im not dead i promise tehe. BUT I AM HERE WITH GOOD NEWSSSSSS

1. yes i am going to start writing again (maybe not as frequently but nevertheless)

2. not as sui as i was but im accommodating okay? 🥹🥹🥹

3. yes i still adore The Outsiders!!! its just hard to enjoy anything when you barely enjoy yourself 😭😭😭

4. you all better have eaten today or you’re getting a whooping 🫦

okay thats it, thats all. MUAHHHHHHHH

[nylacouldntmakeit]

im going insane.

idk what else to do. the only thing keeping me alive is knowing theres a chance my brother would be alone.

it would give everyone another thing to use against him/bully him about.

i feel like i have no one, which is partially untrue as i have a therapist and i have friends but i dont quite know how to explain it.

my thoughts are morbid and honestly quite hurtful.

i have dreams of mutilating myself in the worst way possible, and i have no one else to share these thoughts with.

ive been holding myself over with razor cuts but lately it hasn’t felt like enough, i need to be on the brink of death.

one of my closest family members also told me something that stuck with me.

they told me that if i were to take my own life, i would rot in hell.

and unfortunately that is one of my biggest fears.

i am a christian, and i adore God, and i really dont want to have to endure eternal punishment for just wanting to escape pain.

i feel so conflicted.

and my bf is trying his best to help me but honestly, its not his job. he shouldn’t have to deal with me and my mind. its sad and pitiful. especially with his life already being tough enough. i should be grateful for the life i have, but im sadly not satisfied.

i love you all, and thanks for reading :).

[nylacouldntmakeit]

Precision ; Johnny cade x y/n

wow wow wow you miss me yet? ;) jk ily all

“You really believe in ‘at stuff?” Johnny sat leaned against the side of your bed, his legs crossed indicating that he’d finally found a position worth settling down in.

“Johnny, magicians don’t focus on true magic, it’s the art of precision.” You give him a sly smirk before shuffling a deck of cards that Dallas gave you as a “last minute” birthday gift.

‘Course in the 1960’s magic was slowly becoming a mainstream source of entertainment for teenagers, mainly with Harry Houdini being a raging source of inspiration.

“Mhm, you gonna show me some magic or not?” He sat up straighter, he never said it aloud but he always got a bit giddy being your auto-volunteer when it came to trying tricks.

“Pipe down, and pick a card” You bit your lip in anticipation while watching him scan the spread out deck before deciding on a card.

He plucked the card out of the deck before peeking up at you then back down at his card. He handed it back to you, face down while muttering, “dont look.”

You shrugged before reshuffling the deck, and turning the cards over.

You smile to yourself before picking up an ace of spades, “This your card?”

Johnny let out a small gasp before grinning, “Yea actually. not bad.”

“I know.” You toss your hair before standing up and stretching. “Hey you should show Two that one, he’ll be kicked out of his shoes for sure.”

You nudged him, “well to be fair he ain’t that hard to impress.”

[nylacouldntmakeit]

life and shit. 🤍

ive been so MIA lately on tumblr and i feel so awful. Life has just been an emotional rollercoaster and definitely not the fun kind.

My parents haven’t been the best, and one of my closest friends recently got put in a behavioral center (hey teens are gonna be teens). Not to mention school.

writing on here became a fun once-in-awhile thing, but turned into a safe space for me to turn my real life situations into stories for others to enjoy! im glad my writing has been able to put smiles on peoples faces, despite it being one person or 100+. Thank you everyone for being patient and so so kind. ❤️

i am gonna continue to write but it may not be as frequent as it was in the past :( i do have irl activities i focus on aswell. i love you all so much.

stay safe, eat lots, and keep reading!

[nylacouldntmakeit]

hey pooks are you in need of requests lmk and i can cook smth up in class tmr

yesss! sorry ive been mia, alots been going on but gimmie gimmie!

[nylacouldntmakeit]

lol real.

when you find me dangling from the ceiling am i still irresponsible and lazy?

[nylacouldntmakeit]

oh my freaking gosh!!

ok so i need to rant sooo bad n my irl friends r sick of hearing it.

ok so i play softball. and i struck out today. i also didn’t do very well defensively either. and im just so upset with myself.

i just keep rewatching film and beating myself up over it. i feel awful. ugh :(

[nylacouldntmakeit]

Teenage dirtbag; Johnny cade hcs (my personal faves)

tw: sexual innuendos??? idfk and like a few swear words i think

Johnny likes what he likes (a trait he picked up from dallas winston himself) so if he eyes a pretty lady with a bf that so couldn’t beat him or the gangs ass, he’s on it.

He’s the type of boyfriend to slum it at your place; not saying he’d be a slob or anything, he just doesn’t really have anywhere else to go (besides to Curtis’s place of course)

He’s not stupid when it comes to gettin down and dirty, dallas and him like to skim through Playboy magz at gas stations. (yall he’s 16, he ain a toddler cmon now.)

He once got caught with a few Playboy magazines when he went home one night, his mom blew a total fuse.

He’s a total simp for girls with tattoos, in that time period tats on girls was a big nono. So if you do what you want, you’re his kinda lover.

He doesn’t do well with impatient people, he believes if its gonna happen it will, just chill and wait.

(thats it, i was listening to Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus and i so needed to write this)

[nylacouldntmakeit]

its a mix of my name, and a spin on the saying “___ was here” yknow? so i js put it together, which makes Nylacouldntmakeit muahahaha

@mrsdillonx @twobitsblade @mattdillonlvr69

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[nylacouldntmakeit]

heyyyy!!! i absolutely LOVED your hcs for soda x ditzy!reader, so i was wondering if you could do the same for ponyboy? i imagine it would be different since he’s a lot smarter then soda is, maybe get annoyed a bit but he could never stay mad? tysm!!!!!!!!

yayyy! n’ yes i can <3

Ponyboy Curtis x ditzy! y/n

tw: swear words (thats all.)

Ponyboy teaching his sweetheart how to sound out hard words because he thinks with the mindset that, “if i can do it, so can you.”

Ponyboy who is just a tad envious with the far-away look in your eyes, because he wishes life could be so blissful to him as it is to you.

Ponyboy and his dense love who have weekly dates at the playground, and though pony finds your childish behavior occasionally annoying, he cant help but grin at your laugh as you swing.

Ponyboy who reads stories to you with words you couldn’t even imagine trying to say, but he pauses every so often telling you what a word means without you having to ask.

When you ramble about the latest trends, or about the rude girl who scuffed your new mary-janes at school, he’ll feel his heart flutter.

(teensy drabble because why nawt.)

“She stepped all over em’! Ugh, and-and um…I forgot what I was gonna say.” You frowned, starring intently at the clouds while trying your hardest to remember what in Gods name you were gonna say next.

“Thats okay, how bout’ you tell me somethin’ more positive instead hm?” Pony sat next to you, his hands clasped together. He peered at you occasionally with a raised eyebrow, a key signifier that he was indeed listening.

“Kay’! uhm…oh yes! Today I explained to Mr.Auther that I did write my history paper on my own! He said “there’s no way on God’s green earth that I knew what fluncuate meant”, but I told him I really did!” You jutted your lip out in a pout.

“That ain’ too kind of em’ is it? Well, you’ll just have to keep provin’ em’ wrong.” Pony shrugged, his voice laced with nonchalance. He knew you could do it, you just needed a few small pushes from him.

“Everybody always callin’ me dumb. I ain’ dumb! But…I ain’ to smart neither…” you shook your head. Sure you didn’t know what most words meant, or how to say em’, and you sure as hell didn’t know quadratics, but that didn’t make you dumb!

“I know it, so like I said, just keep provin em’ wrong.”

Pony never was one to hop on your pity train. He knew you better than anyone. If he gave in and gave you the sympathy you agged for, he’d end up just doing everything for you.

“Well, can you read this book for me? Oh and do the thing you usually do, where you stop n’ ‘splain it for me! ‘kay?” You batted your eyes at him while holding the worn book up with both your hands.

“I will, let’s head back to my place alright? Ain’ no sense in reading out here in the cold.” He stood and stretched before offering you his palened hand.

“Okay!” You grabbed his hand and stood with a bounce, sure school and stuff was hard, but pony made learning oh so sweet.

[nylacouldntmakeit]

ugh #needthis DESPERATELY 😩😩

i love you @twobitsblade muah

i desperately need johnny x southern reader. LIKEEEE SHES GOT AN ACCENT AND SHE SAYS THE FUNNY PHRASES LIKE “oh that girls lying like a rug”MUAHHAHAHAHAH

johnny cade x southern!reader

୨ৎ once you two got comfortable, he started mimicking your accent in front of you because he found your reaction amusing, even though he was very hesitant to do so at first.

୨ৎ seeing how the rest of the gang—particularly ponyboy—did it made him feel more comfortable joining in.

୨ৎ one day, while he was talking to you, he got so flustered that he stuttered out, “m-m-miss—miss—mississippi,” and now the whole gang won’t let him live it down. even he leans into it sometimes, calling you mrs. mississippi when he’s feeling playful, his voice all soft and teasing.

୨ৎ he’d never admit it, but every time you call him “sugar,” “cupcake,” “honey,” or anything sweet like that, he melts a little inside. he’ll duck his head, mumble something under his breath, but inside? he’s completely weak for it.

୨ৎ he listens to country music because of you—not because you told him to, but because something about it just feels like you. the warm twang of a guitar, the soft southern drawl, the slow, sweet love songs—it all reminds him of the way you talk, the way you smile, the way you are.

୨ৎ he’s always been kind of skittish, kind of unsure of himself, but when you take his arm, press against his side, and say, “ain’t no one sweeter than my johnny,” he believes it—at least for a little while.

[nylacouldntmakeit]

wanna be his passenger princess in his stolen car with his rough hand gripping my thigh 🥹💝.

(‘cept ion know if he’d want me fr…it was the 50’s and im black so urm…lets pretend.)

hes just a girl

[nylacouldntmakeit]

hi hi!! could i request a scene where johnny and pony get into a fight. then johnny climbs through ur bedroom window and you basically comfort him and get him to talk about it with pony?

i feel like it just makes sense for the two to have arguments considering their ages and stuff 🩵

Dont you go thinkin’ that! ; Johnny Cade x y/n

It was around 8:30 pm when you heard a few light taps on your window. You were sit at the desk in your bedroom finishing up homework for your Biology class.

You stood from your desk and walked to your window, not suprised to see Johnny with his hands shoved in his jacket.

He forced a weak smile at the sight of you, before climbing through the window you opened for him.

You opened your bedroom door a smidge, just enough to peek outside and make sure your parents were inside their bedroom.

Johnny had sat down next to your bed (something he always did untill you gave him the okay to sit on the actual bed itself) his head hung low.

“What’s the matter sugar?” you questioned, taking his hand in your own and guiding him up from the floor and on to the bed.

“I..i dunno. Pony ain’ to happy with me right now.” He stared down at his hands, his brows furrowed together.

“What’dya mean he ain’ happy with you? Hell, half the time he ain’ seen without you.” you snicker, but it fell on deaf ears as Johnny seemed to be holding back tears.

“Oh now dont you go beaten yourself up Johnnycake, why dont you tell me what happened hm?” You rubbed his shoulder lightly, assuring that whatever happened could obviously be fixed.

“Darry called Pony in to finish some homework, and he got all worked up all of a sudden that I ain’ gotta do any homework cause I dont go to school. Said I ain’ gone be nothin.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his story, before they found themselves rolling. Johnny looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to respond.

You sighed, before looking at him straight faced. “I don’t mean to mean-talk your friend honey, but that boy sure can get worked up over nothin.”

Johnny cracked a genuine smile at your words, he raked one of his hands through his hair. “Oh I know it, but i dont know he genuinely seemed upset.”

“Plus dont you go thinkin what he’s sayin is true Johnny Cade, you hear me? your gonna be somethin’, I know you are. First thing tomorrow, you go see Ponyboy and talk things out. But dont you go apologize neither. You ain’ done a thing wrong.” you purse your lips while nodding your head.

“Thank you…” he mumbled nodding his head before falling back on your bed. “Now, you lay there and rest, imma finish the rest of my homework.” You give him a warm smile before sitting back down at your desk.

(I <3 johnny Cade)

[nylacouldntmakeit]

Could u write head cannons of the gang with a coquette lana del rey fan reader

yesss! (obvi lana wasn’t a thing back then but we’re gonna pretend she was)

Greasers x Lana Del Rey fan Y/n

Darry: Thinks Lana Del Rey is the epitome of feminine etiquette. So, if you dont only listen to her music, but also have some of her mannerisms, he would think it’s the sexiest thing in the world.

Sodapop: In all honesty, if he knows you listen to Lana, he would probably think you’re way too classy and tasteful for a guy like him. Though the thought of you knowing he’s pining for you, and you playing hard to get, drives him crazy!

Ponyboy: Listens to a few of her songs ( without the knowledge of his brothers), preferably her ones with Father John. He also thinks your taste in music is elegant, and finds you to be a beautiful rose in a patch of weeds. (we all know pony’s poetic asf.)

Johnny: Has never ever heard of her. Though if you play him a few songs, he’ll get an idea of how you view life. He thinks your classy, and compared to a grease like himself, you deserve more. He’ll try his best to live up to your standards.

Dallas: Thinks Lana Del Rey is the hottest chick he’s ever heard, or saw. He views himself as the toughest guy in all of Tulsa, so if you’re anything like Lana, he wants you. A girl who ain’t afraid to get into some trouble, but also handles herself beautifully. He loves the idea of a beautiful girl with such a rough and tough man.

Two-bit: Thinks Lana Del Rey is soc music. When he hears people mention her, its his first thought. He doesn’t mind that you enjoy her music, he just kinda hopes she doesn’t influence you too much.

Steve Randle: Doesn’t really care much, His music taste has a bit of everything! He personally stays away from her music cause he thinks it’ll make him seem less tough.

[nylacouldntmakeit]

me rn. me rn. me rn. meeeee rn.

[nylacouldntmakeit]

I absolutely love your writing style and your bloggg they're so adorable 💕💕 I was requesting a sodapop fic with a fem!reader that's similar to karen smith from mean girls if that makes sense. Like they're dating and have a bunch of cute moments tgether

thank you baby 💝, and eeekkk im so doing this as hcs!!!

“which way is left?” ; sodapop x ditzy y/n

Sodapop and his dim-witted girlfriend, who make silly faces at eachother from across the room.

Sodapop, who cant agree on a time to meet up with his ditzy girlfriend because she “never learned how to read a clock.”

Darry who can’t help but raise an eyebrow at sodapop, as Soda explains a joke to you that should have been obvious.

Soda having to whisper to his not-so-bright baby that the person they’re gossiping about is within ear-shot.

Soda guiding his absent-minded love through large crowds of greasers.

Soda giving you kisses on each of your cheeks to remind you which is left & which is right.

Soda who enjoys your semi-naivety, because it feels like a “breath of fresh air” compared to the serious & tough attitudes his brothers dish out.

(now for a teensy drabble cause ily all sm!)

“Baby wait up a minute!” Soda called out jogging after you.

“Oh hi! Sorry I heard you calling my name, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from this way…or that way…” you point around the both of you, your voice trailing off.

“It’s alright doll, i’m more focused on the fact that you actually remembered what time to meet me for our date!” Soda smiled proudly at you, his eyes showing true admiration.

“I love that you’re proud of me…but i didn’t remember. My mom came in and told me that it was time. I had written what time we were supposed to meet on my arm! So when I took a shower last night, I left this arm sticking out so it wouldn’t wash off.” You stuck your arm out to Soda so he could see the 3:30 written in black ink on your forearm.

“Oh! I see love…well thats ok. You’re here, n’ thats all that matters.” He offered you a smile, before throwing his arm over your shoulders.

(oh to be sodapop’s ditzy stupid little darlin’ ugh i need!)

[nylacouldntmakeit]

i saw ur tt and you are gorgeous!! can i request a coquette style reader with johnny? he’s so cute 🥹

‘course pumpkin!! and thank youuu!

thats strong! ; johnny cade x coquette y/n!

Johnny nodded absentmindedly while you rambled on about a “cute white persian stray” you saw on your way home from the town’s library.

The scent of what you called “strawberry poundcake” and a fresh coat of nail polish invaded his senses, causing his face to scrunch up a bit.

“Whats with that face?” you snickered, kicking your frilly-socked feet back and forth while waving your hands around, claiming it “helps the polish dry faster”.

“Strong smell” he replied with a small shrug.

Johnny loved spending time like this, snuggled in your bed as he watched you do everyday things. He liked how nonchalant you both were with including eachother in your everyday lives.

“Ugh I really wish I would’ve bought that kitty home!” you randomly chimed look over at him with a pout.

He shook his head with a grin, “your mama ain’ gonna let you have no animals”. He liked poking fun at your expense about your parents strictness, mainly because he wished his own parents paid as much mind.

He glanced around your room, it was soft and elegant, something he felt he could never be, no matter how much he tried.

He sat silent for a moment before turning to you, “We can go see if the strays still there…”

Your eyes lit up, “really? I really hope it is!” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze before hopping up.

He lingered behind in your room, his eyes scanning over every corner and inch.

“ feels’ safe” he mumbled before getting up and following after you.

(i adore johnny cade so much ahhhh! )