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found a rock in the kitchen and as I was about to throw it in the trash I thought "wait this is cruel I should let it outside" as if it was a living thing
being the last one to send a message before the chat falls into sudden silence always feels like u just made the worst faux pas of your life and you go sorry guys was that weird and they're all like no sorry I was just looking at a leaf on tbe ground leaf.jpg like oh ok
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Me, age 10, doing an essay on the pharaohâs curse for school: huh. So this archeologist that died and everyone thought it was because he disturbed the pharaohâs tomb actually died because he used a rusty razor to shave and it infected a mosquito bite. I can see how people could come to that conclusion, but it is a bit silly
Me, today, shaving my mosquito bite-ridden legs: I must tread carefully lest I incur the pharaohâs wrath
i need s1 jon to have braces there is literally nothing funnier to me. and not the clear ones either im talking metal braces with blue or green. fuck it this is going in my next fic
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found some old photos of myself as a kid and i cannot stop laughing because you can draw a clear dividing line where Something Transgender Happened because they all look like this
i think i need to get off tiktok or something because the fandom there is⌠something else!
the funniest thing ever is when people post those âoutsiders fun factsâ videos that include either a) the most obvious detail in the book that a 5 year old could figure out or b) things that are simply false/misleading/wildly taken out of context
iâd be surprised if half the things said in those videos were true
but yeah the fandom on tiktokâs just odd⌠probably cuz theyâre a bunch of kids but whatever
Warnings : No Beta We Die Like Two-Bit, snakes, character death (theyre coming back as a ghost tho), description of death (its not incredibly graffic but please tread with caution!), blood,
Chapter : 2/?
Characters : Darry Curtis, Dallas Winston, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Brenda Mathews, Mrs.Mathews (mentioned)
Tags : @omniscientfish my pookie, who else would like this?⌠@the-johnny-gay @sobertwobit @kalied0skull @dr-gl0rbiez @scalls idk (TELL ME IF YOU DO/DONâT WANT TO BE TAGGED)
Dallas froze. He hated to admit it, but he froze. Ponyboy disappeared, and he froze. He did not move. He did not yell like Johnny did. He did not cry. He froze. He felt like he was back in his dadâs house again, helpless, unable to do anything. He had ice in his brain and ice in his bones. But the moment Johnny touched him he began to melt.
Slowly his ears melted and he could hear Johnny speaking, âDal, Dal, can you hear me? Do you hear me?â. He spoke softly, kindly. âDal, youâre okay, come back to me,â His lips melted too, letting out a soft whimper. âOh, Dal,â Johnny whispered. He rubbed his hands up and down Dalâs arms, trying to warm him up. His eyes melted and tears began to slowly leak out. Johnny sighed and held him closer, wiping the tears off as they were created.Â
He glanced over at Johnny. His eyes watered once again. Dallas sat down on the floor. âDal, are you okay?â âYeah,â he said, shakily, âIâm fine. Um, what-â he sighed, âwhat happened?â Johnny stayed quiet for a moment too long. âJoh-â âPony disappeared and you froze and wouldnât say anything or move or look at me and Darry doesnât remember anything at all.â He spoke quickly, eager to get it all off of his chest. âOh,â
âWe- we should go find him, um, maybe it was just a prank? It is Two-Bitâs birthday, after all,â âOkay, weâll go down to Two-Bitâs,â âOkay,â âOkay,â They both slowly stood , neither eager to deal with the problem that lay ahead. Dallas sighed. âAre you okay?â âYesâ âOkayâ Dallas reached for the door and pulled it open.
They both walked out, Johnny shut the door behind them. Darry was in the kitchen, cooking. âWhatcha doinâ, Darry?â âBakinâ the cake for Two-Bit, you two wanna help?â Darry crooned, he seemed to be in a very good mood. âNo, weâre good, Dar,â Johnny said. Darry gasped. âWell look at you gettinâ out of your shell, thatâs the most Iâve hear you speak all week,â Johnny blushed. âThanks, Darry, weâre gonna go get Two-Bit,â âOkay, well Iâm just gonna pop down to get some frostinâ for the cake,â
Dallas gently guided Johnny out of the house, âWhat the hell happened in there?â Dallas demanded the moment they were outside. âHow am I supposed to know?â Johnny asked. Dally pushed Johnny along, âCome on, we can yell as we walk,â
 Johnny scoffed. They both talked quickly, ranting and yelling. âIâm just as confused as you are, Dallas,â âOh donât you Dallas me, youâre always running around with Pony, so where did he go?â âI donât know!â âSure,â Dally rolled his eyes. Johnny and Dally both grow silent, sinking into the realisation of what's happened.Â
âThat- that wasnât normal, was it?â Johnny whispered. âObviously not,â Dallas muttered. âDonât gotta be so mean about it, Dal,â âOh, weâre back to Dal now, are we?â They fell into a comfortable silence. Content.
Johnny stopped walking when he noticed the blood on Dallyâs jacket. Then he jogged to catch up to Dallas and cover up the stain along his arm. âWhat are you doinâ?â Dallas barked, surprised by the sudden feeling of Johnny leaning on his arm. Johnny leaned up, âMight get a few questions if youâre walking around with blood on your jacket, Dallas,âÂ
âBlo-â Dal looked down at his jacket, noting the large blood stain from Ponyâs bleeding hand. âI forgot about the blood. I- I keep forgetting⌠Why do I keep forgetting?â âDarry isnât gonna find Pone, and somethinâ bad is gonna happen, I can feel it,â âDonât- donât talk like that, man,â âSomething bad is happening, Dal,â
Dallas sighed. He dragged his boots against the sidewalk. âThis is some supernatural sht. Like Bigfoot, or somethinââ âPony ainât Bigfoot,â âWell you canât say that this isnât weird. He- normal people canât disappear,â âWell maybe heâs Superman or somethinâ... Not Darry Superman, but like- alien superpowers, you know?â.Â
âWhatâs his superpower?â âI dunno,â âCan we call him Orphan-Boy?â âDallas, really?â Dallas threw his head back and laughed. He stopped laughing, head still tilted up. The sun was fading down, still bright, but nearing sun-set. He turned to look at Johnny. âWe forgot again,â He spoke quickly, as if he was scared he would forget the words as he spoke them. Despite the bright, shining sun beating down on them, they both felt ice cold. Frozen to the spot.Â
âIs he doing this to us?â Dallas whispered. He hated the feeling. The feeling of not being in control. He hated not remembering, and knowing he wasnât remembering was even worse. There was already plenty he couldnât remember, plenty wrong with him, he didnât need some thing poking around in his head! âIs he?â Dallas yelled. Johnnyâs dark eyes stared back up at him, âI donât know, Dal,â
He took a breath, nostrils flaring. âWhat if Darry forgot? What- what if he forgets Pony entirely?â Dallyâs voice was full of grief, more than Johnny had ever heard before. He shook slightly as he talked, the words seemed to hurt to say. âI just donât know, but I donât plan on findinâ out,â Johnny said, quiet but firm.Â
~~~~~
Ponyboy Michael Curtis. That was his name. He reminded himself of this. He walked up to the faded yellow house. He knocked on the door. Little Brenda Mathews opened the door, a nice girl, dark red curls, green eyes, perfectly trusting. âHi Bren!â He said, bouncing on his feet. âTwo-Bit here?â âHeâs in his room,â âThank you,â He smiled, showing all his teeth, walked forwards and was promptly stopped at the door.Â
âI gotta ask to let you in,â She said, seeming to take pleasure in bossing someone older than her around. His eye twitched, very slightly, but very much there. Brendaâs eyes narrowed, âMomma!â she yelled. Not taking a single eye off of him. âPonyboy Curtis wants to come in!â A womanâs voice hollered down, âDo not yell in my house Brenda Mathews!â
Brenda bared her teeth and muttered. âStay here,â she said to the boy. She walked down to her motherâs room, leaving him alone. He would have preferred to start with Brenda, but she was much too defiant, asking too many questions, noticing too many things. Two-Bit was more trusting, he would be easier, and he would be missed much more.Â
He felt a glimmer of remorse, just for a moment. But that was washed over by many more emotions, anger, sadness, betrayal, jealousy. How come Two-Bit even got a mom? When his was dead and buried! It wasnât fair!
He raised his eyes to the sky and took a deep breath. He noted the sunâs position. Almost sunset. Time to move.Â
~~~~~
Two-Bit sat on his bed, pondering. He felt⌠sad. He didnât know why. Nothing bad had happened recently, if anything it was all going great! Johnny was finally getting out of his shell again. The Curtis brothers were finally healing, they were all healing. So why was he still so sad?Â
He sighed a deep, lonely sigh. Tears pricked at his eyes once again. Today was his birthday, he was going to be happy, goddamn it.Â
He would go to the Curtis house in a few hours and laugh and joke and act mad at Dally for saying that he and Johnny got him a present when they all knew that it was all Johnnyâs idea. And then he would open the present and laugh at the gift he got and chase them both around for hugs. And he would squeeze Johnny til he started screaminâ and the Dally would come to pull Two-Bit off and heâd hug Dally and get shoved off. And heâd laugh and say that he could see a little smile from Dally. And when he would turn around he would see a tiny smile on Dallyâs lips, looking down at Johnny who would be laughing at them both.Â
And he would eat chocolate cake and watch Mickey Mouse and listen to Steve mutter âhappy birthdayâ and he would smile, and then Steve would ignore him for the rest of the evening. And heâd still find a little present tucked into his jacket that next morning when he went home.Â
And he would open the present he said Darry didnât have to get him and listen to him say that all 3 of them pooled for it when they all know that Darry did most of the pooling. And he would open it and it would be entirely practical and no fun at all but it would save his life at least once. And heâd listen to all the grumbling from Soda and Pony about how it was a waste of money and heâd say it was fine because he loved it. And heâd make up situations he could use it in. âWell now if Pony ever turns evil a screwdriver could be mighty usefulâÂ
Heâd make funny faces behind Darryâs back the entire day and get everyone to laugh. And it would be great, in theory. So why was he dreading it? Why did his whole body shake when he thought of celebrating another birthday? Was it because he knew that was the day his father left? Or was it because he knew that his father never truly left, still there in his familyâs last name and that one scar on his Momma and every single time Two-Bit looked into a mirror?
That sickly cold sensation spread over his body again. The rumbling went down to his toes and up his fingers and into his head and it would not leave.Â
~~~~~
Brenda came back to the door. âShe says go ahead,â stepping back and letting him into the house. âThank you,â he said. Brenda pointed him to Two-Bitâs room.Â
He shoved open the door, Two-Bit lay on his bed. âHey man,â Two-Bit said, âWhat are ya doinâ here?â He said nothing. Two-Bit smiled and tilted his head. âGet me somethinâ for my birthday?â He nodded. âWell what is it?â âFollow me,â âSure, but where are we goinâ?â âYouâll see,â
Two-Bit laughed. âTryinâ to be mysterious, huh?â But he still stood and followed him. He still followed him. He still trusted him. Even though it would lead to his death. He still trusted.
~~~~~
âOkay man, where are we goinâ?â âTrust me,â Two-Bit laughed. âI do, Pony, I do, but youâre acting weird. Is everything okay?â He turned back to look at Two-Bit. They stood in the middle of the woods, dark oaks all around them. Soft green grass under their feet. Low light from the lowering sun shone down on them.Â
âIâm fine,â he said. âLook hereâ he pointed to- a bush. It might have had flowers earlier in the year, but it did not now. Just a bush. A regular old bush. Two-Bitâs voice softened. âOh Pony, listen. I know there's been a lot going on for you, but itâs okay to talk about it. You wonât be less of a greaser for it. A lotâs happened to you in the past year,â Two-Bit shut up as he watched a brown snake slither out of the bush.Â
âPony get back!â Two-Bit yelled, pulling him away from the bush. âThatâs a copperhead!â Two-Bit grabbed his shoulders and yanked him further away from the bush. He shoved Two-Bit off, and walked closer to the bush. âPony! What in the hell are you doing?â Two-Bit howled. He lunged to grab Pony and he stepped on the hissing brown snake. Two-Bit shoved him away from the snake, his leg twisting painfully.Â
The snake lunged. It bit. Pain shot up his leg. Blood trickling down his converse. Two-Bit screamed. His leg throbbed and he shook. âPony, Pony. I need you to go get help! Please Pony!â Two-Bit screamed as more snakes slithered out of the bush, biting and hissing.Â
Two-Bit continued to scream and beg him for help as he was covered with snakes and Two-Bit screamed until he finally stilled. He smiled when Two-Bit was finally done moving. He walked quickly out of the forest, he had much, much more work to do.
Hey btw this is fish. I forgot to switch blogs. Um hope that doesn't take away the year making. I'll show my fics to my friends and they'll feel the sane way if that makes syiu feel better.
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