★ i do post frequently, so if you're trying to find a specific post i wish you the best of luck.
★ i am a frequent swearer. please be cautious of that, i use swear words to express things. i do not use trigger warnings for most posts.
★ my ao3 + my masterpost of hcs
★ lesbian + non-binary
★ you might have seen me on pinterest under johnnyboy pins or may also recognize me from another platform.
feel free to give me art or writing requests or ask me about my headcanons, no guarantee they will all be answered. i do not write smut nor ___ x reader, however i do write fluff and angst.
please do also note I will not frequently respond to tag games, but i do appreciate you thinking of me and tagging me.
my interests include:
๋࣭⭑ the outsiders 👖🔪
๋࣭⭑ enola holmes 🌺
๋࣭⭑ red, white, and royal blue 👑
๋࣭⭑ conan gray 🐨
๋࣭⭑ dead poets society 🪶
๋࣭⭑ project hail mary 🚀
๋࣭⭑ last night at the telegraph club ❤️☎️
๋࣭⭑ the song of achilles 🏺🌿🎶
+ many, many more
lots of love towards my siblings, sage and wyatt, found family even across hundreds of miles <2
some of the ships i like:
✪ pb+j/johnnyboy (i post about them a lot, a lot of my fanfics are about them.) (wtf im being called the ceo and the parental figure of the johnnyboy community okay???) (parent with the lovely aj, aka pixl-puppyyy)
✪ tally (tim x dally)
✪ chercia
✪ holmesbury
✪ firstprince
✪ anderperry
✪ small disclaimer i am a multishipper but i do not talk about it frequently :) im generally neutral on most ships except for incest, pedophilia, or i just. dont like a ship.
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They met in kindergarten and were pretty much inseparable from there
Marcia was the first one to call her Cherry because she misheard her when she introduced herself and she thought it fit better, nobody else called her it until Bob heard it and thought it was cute in junior high or maybe early high school
Cherry had a bad family life and Marcia's was better, so Marcia's parents pretty much treated her as another daughter
I also think that Marcia was a sort of "forgotten middle child" so Cherry probably was too with them, but it was better than what she had going on.
They always go together and match costumes every halloween
Marcia struggled to make friends on her own so she mostly followed where Cherry went and met people through her
Marcia was better at math and Cherry was better at English so they helped each other with those things
Cherry once tried to trim Marcia's bangs for her but they ended up way too short. Marcia was sad about it but said she loved them so that Cherry wouldn't feel too bad. (Plus it was like 3rd grade so no one really cared how she looked)
Cherry and Marcia team up to babysit Marcia's little sister
Through all of elementary school, you never saw one of them without the other
Cherry taught Marcia how to use curlers, but her hair was never really long enough so she just used them to shape her bangs
Marcia has had the same hairstyle for basically her entire life while Cherry was always trying different things, they both love those things about each other
Those are all I could think of for now! Please feel free to add on :)
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i got a new fic. uhm. i havent posted a fic in a while cause ive been. lowkey burnt out and not wanting to johnnyboy write for some reason so next best option (based off of a hc i have): ponyboy's journal!!! where. i just. make ponyboy write in a journal! because it's fun!!!! i haven't done a multi-chaptered fic in a while so. bear with me on this </3 anyways have a yippee time!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
ps. dont know if ill include ships or not? lmk if you wanna be tagged for this
cross post
July, 1964. Page One
Happy thirteenth birthday to me, I guess. It was a good day today, but it's a little cloudy. I don't like the clouds, 'cause it's going to rain. Probably.
I don't know what time it is, mom just told me to go to bed so I'd have enough energy for tomorrow. It's dark. I wish I was older like Darry, so I could stay up longer, go out longer, everything that is good in this life. I got this jurnl journal as a present from dad. I had been complaining about my old journal running out of pages for a few weeks now, so I'm thankful for that.
Soda made the cake for today. It was lumpy, too sweet, but it was still delicious. I haven't blown out candles in a while, but I got to today. Dad brought them home after he came back from work, he gave them to mom instead of Soda, though. He was cooking the cake, I don't understand why he didn't get the candles? Maybe dad didn't trust him. Soda was a little eccentric sometimes. He could've burned himself if he lit the candles.
When I blew out the candles, do you know how people always say to make a wish? Well, I did. I wished for everyone around me to have a good life, but I don't think I need to share it. It discredits it, doesn't it? I want it to happen.
Johnny had came over for the party, too. He's my best friend, I don't think I can imagine my life without him, he's like the sun to my moon, since he sort of brightens up my life. I found him when I was six and he was eight in the lot that he liked to stay in when his folks would argue. He was sitting in a tree. I hate his parents. I don't understand what parents would behave like that. His parents were decent when he was younger, but now? They argue so loud it echoes down the street. Steve (eugh) also came over. He was Soda's best friend. I didn't like him at all.
Mom kissed me on the head when I took the first bite of the chocolate cake with pink frosting. I think I look more like a mix of her and dad, but Soda looks like mom more, and Darry looks like dad. I have her hair, her eyes, her smile, and dad's face amongst other things. It's probably his attitude that I have, or his determination. I doubt it's his attitude, I think Darry got that instead. I like my parents equally, but I prefer mom more.
Pink frosting, didn't I say that? I wrote that. I didn't say that. I can look back. I'm writing. That was on the cake, it was going to expire soon anyways, it was a good use. I don't think I dig pink frosting. Not because of gender roles, girl is pink, boy is blue, whatever that is, I just don't like hot pink.
Really, I do hope nobody reads these entries, it's stupid. I ramble for too long. Ramble sounds like rumble. I don't really like rumbles, but I also do at the same time. All of the other greasers love rumbles, probably because it just makes them look tough. Tough is rough, for whatever historian finds this in the attic of me and my future wife's house. But tuff is cool.
Anyways, I'm running out of space. I liked today. My past few birthdays were chaotic, like on my tenth my grandparents died. I liked them a little bit. On my twelfth, I twisted my ankle. My ankle still hurts to this day. On my eleventh, (my next year English teacher will be mad at me for going out of order) I found out I was allergic to the dessert I had. I don't know what triggered it, but it tasted a little like a banana. I don't dig it anymore, not in the slightest. The next time I tried banana, I broke out in red on my cheeks and had hives.
My hands hurt now, so I should probably stop writing. I hope my next birthday is peaceful, and mom cooks the cake. I don't want Soda baking ever again, he's like a bomb ready to explode. To whoever read this, I hope you had a good time, because my wrists certainly didn't.
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