#Out of Town Blog

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

💙❤️Happy Holidays!❤️💙

[ritahayworrth]

Dexter, this is Ms. Imbrie and Mr. Connor from SPY magazine.

SPY? Your tastes have changed a little, haven't they, Sam?

HIGH SOCIETY (1956) dir. Charles Walters

[seoulmatez]

“boothill. . . i’m tired of sneaking around — when are we leaving?”

“don’t worry darlin’, just got a few loose ends to tie up before i whisk ya away from here.”

drawn by @/quianmon on instagram!

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Police sirens.

There was red and blue flashing against the white of the house, the Curtis brothers all stood outside on the grass, holding onto each other as the police asked questions and checked inside the home.

Just a few moments before, Soda had done a full turn-around and grabbed the things he left at the DX meant for Ponyboy. That poor kitten, nearly abandoned and howling just as loud as Ponyboy was on the phone earlier.

Soda wasn't no snitch, of course he didn't tell the fuzz what had happened to his brother. Ponyboy was sick. That's all they needed to worry about. He really wanted to though. God, if only.

Ponyboy's poor hair. Rebleached, and a mess. Darry and Soda had both looked him over a number of times. The kid was in ruins, looking just as bad at the day he came home from that damn church.

It was a different kind of bad. The type where you could tell he didn't lose someone else, but he lost himself. It tore Soda's heart to shreds seeing him like that all over again.

There wasn't a scratch on him. Not physically, at least. But Soda was being driven crazy over the fact Ponyboy probably just had another traumatic 9 hours added onto his life's story and Soda wasn't even there to do anything.

He should've left work earlier.

The cops finished up around the place, leaving the brothers to clean themselves up. Nothing from the house had been taken. Nothing had been moved. There was minimal signs of someone tampering with the window. A spilled drink on the floor—only water, thankfully.

“We're gonna get you inside and fix you right up, okay Ponyboy?” Darry was holding Ponyboy up, clutching him under his arm like a mother bird using a wing to protect her baby.

Ponyboy was still crying and crying, you would think he'd run out of tears by now. He just blubbered out a real tiny "okay."

Soda had been sobbing too. He hadn't even realized until he felt the tears drop onto his clenched fists.

He didn't notice the pain coming from his fingers digging into his palm either until then. “Christ...” He swore under his breath.

For once, Soda felt stuck. He couldn't run away, he couldn't do anything. He had been talking about running away all day, and this seemed like the one time he couldn't.

He should've punched Mark Jennings. He should've talked to Steve. He should've called Ace and Elisabeth.

But he didn't. He felt so stuck because he was right in the middle of the chaos. Like a wreckless dog in a cage. Snipping one second, whining the next. Begging for some kind of attention.

Soda came back to when he felt the pain in his hands again. He had punched a hole into the wall of the bathroom. He stared hard at his hands.

Darry was yelling something at him, the ringing in his ears making it hard to process anything. He just looked at him.

He felt the tears falling down his cheeks again. Seemed like all he could feel tonight was his own tears and blood.

“Darry...” Soda whispered, his voice warbling as he turned to him. He nearly broke his fucking hand. Both of them, apparently.

“Glory, Soda.” Darry whispered back, grabbing his brother's hands and staring at the blood on his knuckles. Bruises already blooming colors, looking like some kind of sea-sick sunset on the back of his hands.

...How many times had he punched the wall?

In a blink, night time had already passed. He could hardly focus when he was angry, and it left him in a new place again.

Ponyboy was sent to their shared room just a couple hours earlier, he was "off duty" for the rest of the week, Darry named it.

Off duty was just a funny phrase for "being called out sick".

The kitten had made it's way to Ponyboy some way, Soda didn't have any memory of giving it to him. But it was on the bed with both of them.

Soda was hardly able to sleep. He blamed it on the cat, knowing fully well it wasn't. The cat was actually making him more tired, ironically enough.

He had too much stuff on his mind. It was going to drive him crazy trying to sleep after the day he's had. He couldn't be surprised, but he wasn't exactly happy about it either.

“Soda?” Ponyboy interrupted his thoughts with a soft voice, leaning in close to Soda so he could talk easier.

Soda hummed a response, his eyebrows flinching up before relaxing again to let Ponyboy know he was listening. “Yeah, Pone?”

It was real quiet again for a moment, before Ponyboy's voice cracked with an “Are you mad at me?”

He hiccuped, Ponyboy was crying again.

Soda opened his eyes and turned to him. “No. Not one bit, Ponyboy.” He put a hand on Pony's cheek, bumping foreheads with him very delicately. He knew Ponyboy was nauseous, he didn't wanna clunk heads with him and make it worse. “Not at all.”

Ponyboy sniffled. He was still out of it, Soda could see it on his face. God, the poor thing.

“...Is Steve mad at you?” It felt inappropriate to ask, but Ponyboy had better things to worry about than making his brother feel awkward.

Soda stared, head still pressed against Pony's. He kind of shrugged, not really knowing how to reply. “I don't think so.”

“Oh... well. I'm mad at Steve.” Ponyboy nodded, before moving away from being under Soda's hand.

Soda dropped his hand in between their faces, letting it sit there idly. “Oh yeah? Why's that?” He smiled a bit.

Ponyboy rubbed his eyes, immediately regretting the motion and pulling away his own hands from his face with a grimace.

“...Because he's stupid.” He was holding his fists out awkwardly, stretching his fingers and then clasping them again. The feeling of... everything. It was weird to Ponyboy whilst he was high.

Soda giggled. “What? Stevie's real smart. Smarter than me.” He was eyeing Ponyboy's motions, frowning slightly as he recognized the discomfort.

Ponyboy mumbled, sighing. “...Well, maybe in some areas.”

“Oh, c'mon– you ain't supposed to agree with me.” Soda laughed, shoving Ponyboy lightly, before immediately apologizing.

Ponyboy groaned and readjusted again, holding his breath for a second to reduce nausea before he exhaled again. He mumbled something to Soda, his voice was so quiet though, even Soda couldn't hear half of what he said.

Soda just nodded, humming. “I can't stop him from doing whatever he wants. It's not like we're– y'know.”

Ponyboy shook his head. “I know, but...” He placed his hand on the kitten, who had crawled it's way around them both and behind Ponyboy. “I think he kind of wants you to.” He put the kitten between them.

Soda just stared at the kitten, ignoring Ponyboy's eye contact. “...Yeah, I figured.” He sighs. He knew. He just didn't want to admit it himself.

Ponyboy had fallen asleep hours before Soda even got a wink in. Four in the morning, he still had to be up in two hours. His brain was still working up a storm. It was pissing him off at this point.

He did not want to go to work today.

Darry wasn't as merciful to Soda as he was to Ponyboy, unfortunately.

Soda was old enough to make decisions on his own, Darry agreed with that plenty. But he still had to boss Soda around for doing dumb stuff. Even for letting his mind chase itself all night... as if he didn't do the same damn thing.

Darry wrapped up Soda's hands at the kitchen table, tying the bandages around nice and tight before tearing and placing a piece of tape down on the loose end. “Don't go trying to punch nothin' else, you hear me?”

Soda scoffed. “I'm hearin'.” He fidgeted with the bandages, before stopping himself to stare up at Darry.

Darry stared back and smiled. “You gonna be okay today? Or uh, y'gonna be... "tired" again?”

Soda shook his head. “As much as I would love to not be "tired", Darry, I am not in the mood to be...” Soda motioned something awkward, rolling his shoulders and bobbling his head. Myself.

Darry rolled his eyes, he wasn't hearing any of it. “Well. Then, if you can't be—” He pulled the same motion, yourself, “—at least go easy on yourself. Don't tire yourself out more.” He teased, before pulling Soda up out of the chair.

“And, I'll... help keep an eye out for Steve for you, alright? I'll be staying around a little later to help Pony, leavin' around noon. Two-Bit can take over babysittin' by then, if he ain't too drunk that is.”

Soda just nodded, smiling at the nudge at Two-Bit. “Alright...” He stared at the bandages on his hands again as he began to walk around, grabbing up his things.

Soda and Darry both left, Darry dropping off Soda, leaving Soda without a vehicle today. He was alright with it. For now, at least.

Only working on an hour of sleep, if less. This'll be an experience. At least now he didn't have to lie about being sleepy.

Ding ding!

Soda picked up a note left by one of his coworkers, a small complaint about how he left suddenly. Nothing serious. They picked up for him, thank God.

He got himself to work immediately, dragging out some supply boxes and restocking some things. He did some extra work here and there, just to make up for his missed hours.

And then he sat his ass down on that stool. Ready for whatever came at him.

Alright. Let's see how this shit show plays out today.

[elliedrider]

Thanks for Shopping, I Guess.

The buzz of the gas station fluorescent lights droned on like a migraine. You could hear it before you even walked through the beat-up doors. You watched the worker through the window—head down, black hoodie up, sketching something on a receipt with a stubby, old pencil. You breathed deeply, slightly intimidated by the lack of people in the building. It'd be just you and her this time. You never came this late, no one did. The register was dead quiet at this hour. Nobody ever bought gas past nine unless they were lost or something. You pushed the door open, the rusty bell above the door giving a weak little ding.

She hesitantly looked up, clearly not thrilled by being here this late. But it's not like she'd be sleeping anyway.

"Hey..." She mumbled, barely meeting her eyes. You could tell from her expression—sleepy, kind of guarded—that she recognized you.

"Hey." You echoed, avoiding eye contact. Heading straight for the fridge. Same cherry soda. You didn't even like it that much.

When you set it on the counter, the stoic, auburn-haired girl rang it up silently. The register beeped. She passed you your change with the kind of discretion you'd expect from a drug deal. Like she’d done it a hundred times, and her brain didn’t care whether it was cash for weed or soda. You huffed a little laugh through your nose, which made the girl finally look up.

"What?" She asked, her brows furrowed.

Now that she wasn’t slouching as much, you finally noticed the little name tag clipped to her hoodie. You smiled softly, trying it out. "You always hand off sodas like they're a contraband, Ellie?"

Ellie deadpanned, "Its company policy. Keep the soda edgy."

You chuckled, but she didn’t laugh. You figured she had dry humor. You picked up your soda and the two cents in change. You almost left—but then paused, glancing back casually.

"You working tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Late shift again."

"Cool," you pause. "I might stop by."

She didn’t look up. Just said, "When do you not?" You can hear her pencil scribbling again like when you came in five minutes ago.

You smiled to yourself, the weak bell above the door chiming as you left. The red liquid in hand.

You took a small sip. It was warm.

(P.S. I've never written anything like this before so if it was buns lmk, thank you!! )

[mammoth-clangen]

that ask was yikes a little invasive but I hope it was cming from a good place, but it sounds like you may be trixic :3 :3 its attraction to women or fem/fem-presenting non-binary people, I myself am trixic and aro, Also didn’t know you were ace, it’s nice to see acespectrum creators, I feel like they get erased a lot

also nice to see it being incorporated into characters

Yeah, this ask was certainly a bit... Hmm.

I err on the side of politeness when answering things like that, because I'm never sure if it's just someone whose first language isn't English, or they struggle with tone, etc.

As I said in the reply to that ask, I'm not terribly bothered either way regarding labels! Though, I think I have met someone who used trixic before? Some time ago but still! I think it's a neat term and has a really pretty flag, though I don't personally self-describe as it c:

Also yay! AceSpec represent! ♠️

You better believe there will be at least one confirmed ace character in Kindred. And not just because i default to ace for everyone unless otherwise confirmed, bc im not good at writing romance n stuff lolol

[ask-the-curtis-gang]

how was darry's break from his 6 kids!!

Y'know. Don't tell em. But I don't like goin outta town. I miss em. Who am I s'pposed to holler at when I gotta go outta town? Ha.

[crownedcrowrow]

My memory is bad and I kept forgetting to post this art I made as a gift for @halogalopaghost /@turtleghosting their adorable OOF fic, go give their fics a read the are all so amazingly written (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[infantandinnocent]

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[madychi]

Okay I know i wasn’t gonna post any more SU au’s aside from my Time Heals…

But hear me out-

I have too much power

Full doodle sheet

[chestersbraincell]

Oh btw for any grumbo shippers(I know I reblog a lot of the pairing because! Because they just have chemistry dang it!!), be it platonic or otherwise, I just came up with a little side plot-point that could work if you tweak around some of the timing between the two.

Imagine the reason why Mumbo is greying is because he’s secretly working at Mined!! To rescue Grian from the liminal hell he resides in!!!

[askchilchuck]

*hands Chilchuck a huge bouquet of flowers and runs away. There's a note that apparently thanks him for existing and making everyone happy*

Oh, uh, thank you? Why’d they run away…

[venndaai]

every time I go to Arlathan Forest I get so distracted by how beautiful it is and spend an hour just zooming around in photo mode. Especially now that you can toggle off bloom and see all those gorgeous details

[mithrun-house-of-kerensil]

[jakekazansky]

Got a long car ride tomorrow. Hopefully I can get some writing done during it

[rotzxd]

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