An Outsiders Sunset

Good, I’ve got your attention. I’ve heard about this net neutrality bullshit returning. I fought it when it started popping up a few years ago, and I’m going to fight it again. Guys, it’s BACK AGAIN and even worse theres a big chance it will END UP PASSING!

https://www.battleforthenet.com/#bftn-action-form

This could literally mean a shit ton of you wont be able to see me anymore if your provider decides that they want to regulate/censor, sayyy overly sexual content. You’ll also have to pay extra money to even use Tumblr!

https://www.battleforthenet.com/#bftn-action-form

Please guys, we defeated this shit once, we can do it again. They’re trying to do it now while people are distracted by the holidays and fucking Justice League. As of today, it seems as though there have only been 266,810 calls made to Congress. This is NOT good enough!! MILLIONS of people use the net, and if each one of them took 60 seconds to call and protect it, holy balls do you KNOW how much of a difference that would make??? But noooo, you’re busy streaming an ecchi anime that wont be available to you soon!!!!!

Heres a direct link to make a difference (theres also links to other sites of the same nature on here), and yes, YOU can make a fucking difference because this is YOUR internet at stake here. If you’re not going to make the call, share this and maybe SOMEONE fucking will!! This is important as shit and we cant afford to lose. Dec 14th is the deadline.

The reason they started this again is because… the timing.

Coincidence? I think NOT.

i swear i have reblogged this today like sooo many times, its so nice 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

i love this

That’s it. That’s all of the good reasons.

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

Then you come onto Tumblr or some other site where fandoms hound, where you meet other people. Some of them turn out to be writers who have made you weep into your sodden pillow at 3 a.m. because of a 11 chapter fic. You feel like a termite in comparison to them and stare intensely at their blogs every day, creating wondrous imaginations about how they might be. There are pedestals for gods and then there are thrones for these mere mortals who are immortal in your opinion. You have hated the kudos button for restricting your love for them. You don’t dare to look them in the eye or chat with them.

And then one day they reblog one of your posts or like it or do something equally simple. You hear angels cry and have endless internal screaming chants, with a few tears trickling down your cheeks. You think you have achieved nirvana. Is there anything more to do in this worthless hellsite life, you wonder. What more could you ask for?

So you try to act mature and think you have made a fool of yourself.

Turns out, they’re equally pathetic as you and have been gushing over your work as well.

You learn quickly that you’re all on the same boat and that moment, that moment of realization is when you understand why words are magic and writers are ridiculously human.

- CURFEWS, LOTS AND LOTS OF CURFEWS

- you had to be home earlyyyy if you were out w Dallas on school nights

- that is, if you even convinced Darry to let you out on school nights

- okay, Darry and Soda didn’t really care that you dated Dallas, they trusted him and believed he wouldn’t hurt you

- it made Pony a little uncomfortable though, he supported the relationship, he just wasn’t sure he’d ever get use to seeing one of his closest friends making out w his sister

- fights between you and Dallas were never kept private, they all knew when a fight happened bc you two would ignore each other and since Dallas was always over at the Curtis house, it sometimes caused some tension between you two

- Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy weren’t too involved in the relationship

- Dallas would sleep in your room whenever he spent the night at your guys’ house, which bothered Darry but he would know if something happened since his room was beside yours and Pony and Soda were down the hall

- Darry didn’t like you going down to Bucks, there was nothing good that can ever happen to a 16 year old girl there if she were alone

- it was hard being alone w Dallas because someone was always around. drunk Two-bit would interrupt so-called dates, someone was always at home, etc.

- Darry approved of you and Dallas bc he knew Dallas wouldn’t let you get hurt or let anyone touch you, which gave him all the more reason to worry less

- Dallas had to sneak into your room on school nights bc Darry wouldn’t allow you to go out due to school the next day

- Dallas has a soft side when it comes to you, but he won’t show it when the guys are around, which doesn’t bother you, bc he’ll still do little things like wrap his arm around you, let you sit on his lap, etc.

- what the guys didn’t know when Dallas slept over in your room was, he slept half naked, only is his underwear but when he would sleep on the couch he would sleep in jeans and no one ever thought it’d be any different when he began to sleep in your room

- Darry not liking when you went out w Dallas and he got into a fight, it would sometimes turn into an argument between the two and Soda and you had to calm them down

- Ponyboy was curious in how you and Dallas actually even got together, and when he you two about it, he got two very different stories. he wasn’t sure who to believe

- Two-bit crashed so many dates, he wouldn’t even realize he’s being a bother, he’d intrude and it would seem like forever until he left

- Johnny was all for the relationship, he supported it all the way. he noticed the difference in Dallas when he was with you and when he wasn’t

- Ponyboy questioned the relationship, supported it, but questioned it. he was’t sure how you and Dallas even made it work, you two were so unlike yet so similar

- Soda didn’t really mind to much of you guys together, but he was always the one you’d go to for relationship advice, which bother something awful in Dallas bc he didn’t want the gang being involved in the relationship

- Two-bit didn’t care about the relationship, he minded his own business, except when he was drunk, he would intrude

- Steve didn’t really acknowledge it, he was kind of surprised that you two did last long and you guys are going steady w each other

A/N: this is for @maxisprettygay @sodapopcurits @maybe-i-want-to-stay-silver and everyone else!

Au: Pony couldn’t stand to watch another one of his friends die. In grief he decided to use his track skills one more time to run in front of everyone and take the bullet for Dally. Ponyboy fell and a few recent memories haunted Dally as he looked down at the one in the gang he never appreciated enough.

Play You Found Me-The Fray

Dallas clutched the empty gun tightly to his chest. Tears streamed down his face, as he ran from everything. His past, his best friends, and worst of all: his biggest loss. Sirens echoed through the night, Dally’s feet his the rough pavement as he headed towards the park.

Police cars chased him down the street, along with his best friends. Pony spotted him by the crossing, and felt his heartbeat race. Not Dally, please not him too. Not both him and Johnny. His thoughts flew through his head, as he ran down the street towards the blond boy.

“No don’t shoot! He’s just a kid! Stop!” The police cars came to a stop, policemen jumping out. The wind raced through Ponyboy’s hair as he ran for his life (literally). And in an instant, everything went in slow motion. The boys ran for as if their lives depended on it, Dally pulled out the empty gun, and Ponyboy ran in front of his friend, gunshots cracked in the air.

Ponyboy Curtis was dead.

The gang ran up to him, screaming hid name loudly, as if he would wake up when they shouted at him. Darry and Sodapop fell to their knees, shaking uncontrollably, as Pony’s eyes glazed over. “FUCK YOU!” Darry shouted at the police men, tears streaming down his face. Soda shook his younger brother, as if any minute he would come back.

“Plead Pony…please don’t do this!” Darry sobbed, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood. He laid his head in his chest, and rocked back and forth, as Soda, Steve and Two-Bit fell to their knees. “Come on little buddy, please wake up! Please, please, please!” Steve and Two begged.

Dally stood behind the boys, something tight in histomach. He tried to swallow, but there was a lump in his throat that prevented him from doing so. He dropped the gun from his shaking hands, his body frozen in the spot. Ponyboy just saved his life, Ponyboy, the kid of the gang, Ponyboy, the youngest of them all, Ponyboy, the one who had a whole life ahead of him, dead.

“Pony,” he whispered, his voice raspy and dry. Tears streamed down his face, as he looked at the pale boy in front of him. No this…this is a dream! Any minute he’ll wake up, and Pony will be coming home from a late track meet, and Steve and Soda will be playing cards, and Darry will be cooking even after a long day at work, as Two will be watching Mickey with Johnny sitting on the couch.

He closed his eyes tightly, and tried to imagine it, but all he saw was Ponys face, burned into his vision. He couldn’t run, because even if he did, his mistakes would find him. So he decided to kneel down next to Darry, and hold Pony’s head in his lap. “C'mon Pone, don’t….don’t do this,” he muttered, and gently nudged his chest. “Ponyboy please,” he whispered, and laid his head on Darry’s back.

Soon the whole gang had formed a circle around the boy, and were all holding some part of him. Darry and Dally at his head, Steve and Soda on both sides of him, and Two at his feet. He balled up his shirt is his fists, and whispered something softly, rocking back and forth. “Please Pony,” Two-Bit whispered, and Steve put an arm around him.

Darry softly kissed his head, and whispered a soft, “I love you,” in his youngest brothers ear. Memories of Dallas and Pony washed over him like waves, as he went back to when he and Ponyboy met. He was 10, and Pony had recently turned 7. They were playing football, and Ponyboy fell, scraping his knee. Dallas had a bandage in his pocket and put it on his elbow, telling him to be more careful. That was the first time Dally actually truly cared for someone.

Dallas felt tears fall down his face, and onto Pony’s cheek, as he recalled when Ponyboy told him about his first crush. He was only 8, and Dal was 11, but he knew what he was doing.

“Okay remember Pone, girls love a good kid, with a little edge to him, so can you do that?” Dal said, and put a hand on Pony’s shoulder. “I don’t know, why can’t I just dump sand in her hair at the playground, she’ll know what I mean,” he whimpered, and Dallas laughed softly, ruffling his hair. “Kid, you’ll be okay, just walk up to her, hand her the flower, and asked her if she uh…I don’t know…wants to nap next to eachother or something,” he shrugged. Pony gasped, and turned to face Dallas. “Napping together? Dallas, that’s moving way to fast!” He paused for a second, but smiled. “I like it!” Dally smirked, as Mrs. Curtis called him.

Dallas smiled softly, as he looked at Ponyboy’s pale face. And then reality washed over him. Pony was never going to grow up. He was going to stay frozen and 14 forever. He was never going to graduate, never going to college, never becoming a famous track star, never going to get married, have kids, and have a beautiful family. All because of him. Because Dallas was a dumbass, who ruined it all for Pony. “NO!” He screamed, and the boys jumped.

“Dallas? What’s wrong?” Darry asked, his eyes bloodshot red and voice raspy as he held onto Ponyboy. “This is my fault, I did this to him. He tried to save me and I ruined his life! He had a whole future ahead of him, and I just lost that for him, because I’m selfish,” he sobbed, and buried his head in Darry’s chest, as he soothingly rubbed his back. “H-he could’ve become a-a track star, he-he could’ve g-gone to college, gotten m-married, and have a good l-life.”

They all wrapped their arms around him, and for the first time, Dally excepted the affection from his friends. Still holding on tightly to Pony, Dallas whispered something in his ear. “Hey, I-it’s me. I-I’m sorry Pone, I ruined everything. But I promise, I’ll change…for you, and Johnny. Imma be better for you Ponyboy.” He pulled away for a second, then added, “Tell Johnnycakes I said hi, for me.”

Sirens soon came into earshot, and the police pulled them away from the young boy. “Excuse me, do you know this boy?” A police officer asked Darry. He cried a bit, then nodded. “That was-that is my youngest brother, Ponyboy Curtis.” The officer wrote something down in a notepad, ad motioned for a few more officers to pull them away.