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THE OUTSIDERS
60s, 70s, and the80s? The best years.I feel like modern life is a joke.Stay Gold. I have an account in Wattpad with the same name and I post the same imagines that I will be posting in here.
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An Introduction!
Hello writers! My name is Holly, and I would be more than delighted to edit any pieces you are currently working on. There is absolutely no cost (monetary or otherwise) for my peer editing. I will also reblog your final draft once you’ve posted it.
We can discuss any methods you as the author would prefer in private messages or emails, but I normally edit using Google Docs. I will not change anything about the document, but use the comment feature to comment any thoughts I have on any words, phrases, or sections of the document. I can do any type of editing you would like - grammar, prose, overall story, etc. My full commentary will be complete within 2-5 days of the document being sent to me. I will let you know once I’ve finished.
Please feel free to message me, submit a message to my inbox, or email me at [email protected] if you’d be interested in me editing any pieces of yours. We can discuss any specifics and/or details in those messages.
Please keep in mind, I am in no way a professional editor - simply a peer editor! :) If you as the author don’t use any of my ideas, or disagree with any of them, that is totally understandable. I would still love to reblog your piece, if that’s alright with you. I am doing this for fun and as a hobby, so I’m sure my editing skills are not perfect, but I certainly enjoy doing it! I have so much love and respect for the writing community here on Tumblr, and I would love to help out as much as I can. I know writing can be frustrating, but I know it can be helpful to have a second pair of eyes looking over your work.
Also, if you have any questions about anything at all, please send me a message, submit them to my inbox, or email me!
Once again, the writers of Tumblr are some of the most talented people out there. You guys are amazing! Please always keep writing, and never give up! You can do it!
“I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.” - Gertrude Stein
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GUYS PLEASE THE PHILIPPINES ARE HAVING A VOTE ON WETHER OR NOT THEY SHOULD LEGALISE SAME SEX MARRIAGE
http://www.congress.gov.ph
THE PAGE TAKES A WHILE TO LOAD AND YOU HAVE TO SCROLL DOWN A BIT BUT PLEASE VOTE YES!!!
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I fucked up. I fucked up big time.
I’m in love with one of my best friends.
Best friend...oh my God, I want to cry so so bad.
Why am I like this??? He just...he treats me like a queen and tells me beautiful things that make my self esteem go up. But then he tells me he doesn’t want to fall in love cause it’s a waste of time.
I screwed up, I know it, I just know it.
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400 followers?!
I just noticed that I have 408 followers! And I’m like... wow. I am so thankful, even if I wrote only a few imagines. And I kind of feel bad cause I don’t think I’m going to write more but I’ll still be active from time to time.
Again, thank you for all! ❤️
#400 followers#wow#i love you guys#the outsiders#dallas winston#ponyboy curtis#dally winston#sodapop curtis#darrel curtis#darry curtis#dallas
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if this post gets 100,000 notes by August 21, 2020 (my 18th birthday), i swear on my own mortal soul that i’ll get a tattoo that says “sometimes it be like that”
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if this post gets 100,000 notes by August 21, 2020 (my 18th birthday), i swear on my own mortal soul that i’ll get a tattoo that says “sometimes it be like that”
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Why Isn’t Tumblr Freaking Out?!?!
Guys. Article 13 just got passed.
Article 13 just got passed.
Article 13 just got passed!!!!
Article 13 just got passed.
Article 13 just got passed.
Article 13 just got passed!
Article 13 just got passed.
Article 13 just got passed.
I don’t know if I’ve said it enough. So…
ARTICLE 13 JUST GOT PASSED!!!!
I have been on tumblr all morning and haven’t seen one post about it yet! I don’t understand how!
ARTICLE 13 JUST GOT PASSED!!!!
It was a 438 to 226 fucking landslide vote too. (https://www.theverge.com/2018/9/12/17849868/eu-internet-copyright-reform-article-11-13-approved)
They’re voting on it one last time in January 2019, but that’s barely any time to change anything!!!!
You still have time to call your MEPs so PLEASE!!! Do so.
If you’re outside of the EU, sign this petition: https://www.change.org/p/axel-voss-save-the-internet-reject-article-13-and-11?recruiter=839558037&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=copylink&utm_campaign=share_petition
If you don’t know what this means, it’s basically then end of how the internet currently is in Europe. Memes? Nope. Youtubers? Bye!
You’d need a license for everything!!!!
And my fellow Americans my be all like, well, what’s the big deal for us? It’s a Europe deal.
No, because the Youtubers there that you love so much? This effects them too! I’m freaking out because Jack, the person who helps my depression go away, may no longer be able to do what he does!
Guys, we need to stop this somehow. Please.
Call your MEPs. Sign petitions. Protest (Peacefully please. Don’t get hurt).
I’m sorry for tagging you guys if you don’t want to be or already know, I just want as many people to know as possible!
I can’t tag everyone, but if you see this, please reblog it. Spread the news. Sign the petition. Call your MEPs. Do what you can to help stop this from passing in January.
Keep reading
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REBLOG IF YOU LOVE DOGS
9 million people fucking love dogs
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this blog hates donald trump
Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁
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ALRIGHT. LISTEN UP.
So recently, I got calls from the phone number, (937) 353-8319. They claim to be a job service, and one of their “employees”, Carrigan, is friends with whoever the call recipient is, and that Carrigan has recommended you for this $15.00/h “job”. I also got a text message from (937) 607-1493, claiming to be Carrigan, and that they need stuff to “win a scholarship”. I do not know anyone by the name of Carrigan and I know very well that this is a very dangerous scam.
If you receive a call from a number, and they ask you if you would like a job for $15.00/h, HANG UP IMMEDIATELY. If you accept the “job” offer, and you go in for an interview, they will give you a drugged bottle of water and you will wake up somewhere you don’t want to be.
These phone calls & texts are from a human trafficking service, and if you oblige to them, you will be sold to people and you will be raped, no doubt about it. So PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THESE CALLS OR TEXTS. I have listened to the voicemails, and allowed my dad to do the same, and he learned that anyone offering a $15.00/h “job” is a human trafficker.
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS ALL OVER TUMBLR
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Yesterday I watched Top Gun and Class and ohmygodohmygodohmygod I’m so in love with all these boys. Godhelpme
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Sodapop gets drunk for the first time…
You stood in front of your best friend, disappointment clear in your eyes as you watched him make a fool of himself. He had a slutty girl clinging to his side, her well endowed chest was clear in his face… and he was gawking shamelessly at them with lush clear in his eyes. All notions of gentlemanly ways and chivalry were clear out of the window.
“Soda, I think it’s time we go home.” You said in the sternest voice you could muster. “Darry will be worried about you-”
“To hell with Darry!” He chortled, taking a swig of beer. “If you wanna leave, then go, I don’t need you here to babysit me, I’m hear with Nancy-”
“Naomi” She corrected with a small giggle.
“Same thing.” He grinned, his lips connecting to her neck, he kissed it lazily, sloppily…
Two-Bit had brought him here, he shoved drinks in his face and Sodapop had obliged without a second though- you knew he was still in pain over Sandy, you knew he was still shaken over nearly losing his brother… he wanted to let off some steam, and no matter how many times you convinced him to go home, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t acting like the Sodapop you knew.
“Please, Soda, come home with me.” You tried once more. You just wanted to make sure he got home in once piece.
“Listen sweetheart!” Said Naomi, a glare on her face as she sized you up. “He said beat it, so do us a favour and fuck off.”
You had expected Sodapop to lose it, instead he laughed once more before kissing her lips savagely, hunger dancing in the irises of his eyes.
“Soda…” You whispered, feeling betrayed.
“Just leave, Y/N, you don’t have to follow me around like a love sick puppy, I don’t want you here. Just go.”
“Okay.” You murmured, you didn’t dare to let any of your tears fall even though you knew there was going to be an avalanche of tears cascading down the mountains of your cheeks.
You walked out the door of Buck’s house and into the cool and crisp winter winds. You walked down the street, hoping to make the short distance to your car without any kinds of hassle from the troublesome kids that liked to prowl these parts of the neighbourhood.
When you heard footsteps behind you, your heart rate picked up as your heart hammered away.
“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You heard Two-Bit’s voice from behind you, his hand grasping your forearm gently.
“What do you want?” You muttered as you stopped in your tracks.
“He’s a jerk.”
Jerk. That has never been a word anyone has ever used to describe your best friend. Kind, chivalrous, charming… mild mannered, but jerk? Never.
“I’m sorry that he treated you that way.” Two-Bit said softly. “But that’s not him in there.”
“I know.”
You should be angry with Two-Bit, furious even for getting him that drunk… but you realized it hadn’t taken much coaxing from him. Sodapop came here knowing full well how he was going to be leaving.
“Can I walk you to your car?” He asked, his eyes scouring the neighbourhood as he looked at all the shifty looking guys.
“Please, you had scared me half to death.” He chuckled softly as he linked his arm through yours.
But it should’ve been Sodapop walking you to your car. It should’ve been him making sure you got to it safe.
#the outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders imagines#sodapop curtis imagines#sodapop curtis imagine#sodapop x reader#sodapop curtis x reader
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He’d been ignoring you for weeks, he didn’t answer the phone, he stopped hanging around all the places he knew you’d be. He just stopped being in your life, it was almost as if he never even existed in your life and you were sick of it.
He’d been your best friend for years and you’d be damned if you just let him walk away that easily… and that’s precisely what you were doing here at this exact moment. Out the front of his door that you had to climb two flights of stairs to get to.
You knuckles rattled gently against the wooden frame, your heart thumped rhythmically in your chest as you waited for him to answer the door. You had been waiting for so damn long.
“I’m ‘comin, I’m ‘comin.” You could hear Dally mutter, he definitely wasn’t expecting you to be standing outside his door.
“Y/N.” His voice was stiff, forced and angry, he didn’t want you here. “What’re ya doing here, huh kid?”
He only called you kid when he was angry at you, when you had done something wrong… and you searched your mind, trying to figure out just what that could be. What line did you cross?
“Looking for you.” You said it with a simple tone, your shoulders shrugged and you looked at him as if this wasn’t a big deal to you, but your charade was crumbling with every passing second.
“So, you found me?” He shut the door behind you, he was shirtless, his jeans hung lowly on his hips as he searched through the wreckage of his room for a clean shirt.
“Where have you been?”
“Around.” He was snappy. “What’s it matter to you, kid? You ain’t my girl. You’re not my mother, not that she gives a hang about me, none.”
“I care about you.” You sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find a single shred of the Dallas Winston you knew, and not the hood that the neighbourhood had notoriously branded him for.
“Well good for you, Doll, now get out of here. I got a hot date tonight.”
A date. A girl. You wondered to yourself who that might be. And what she had that you didn’t. You were never his girl, but you were comfortable being his best friend. You were comfortable being the sisterly figure in his life; but now it seemed that you weren’t anything to him.
“A date?” You questioned, you forced a smile to burden your lips with untruthful feelings. “Oh that’s great, Dal. Can I see you afterwards?”
“I’m busy, now get out of here.” He grabbed you by the arm as gently as he could muster so he could show you the way out, even though you both knew you knew your way around this place.
He opened the door and to your horror, you realized that you were crying. Tears were welling up in your eyes, and they fell one by one and they began to slide down your face like tiny rivulets.
You stopped him by placing a hand on his chest, you looked him in the eyes and you spoke.
“Why don’t you love me?” You pursed your lips together so that they would stop shaking. “You did before, I know you did… and now you can’t even stand to be around me. What did I do? I can fix it.”
The truth is, he had been in your life so long that you didn’t know who you were without him.
“What?” Dallas muttered, he looked down at you with disgust. “Y/N, you know I don’t love no o-”
“Bullshit, Dallas, Bullshit” You pushed him back against the wall as roughly as you could. “You loved me. And you left me behind”
He didn’t say a word, he just stared at you… he stared at your chest heaving up and down, and the tears falling from your eyes. He silently wondered to himself what he had done to you. He didn’t think you’d react this way.
“I should go.” You couldn’t stand him just staring at you. Did he even care? “I shouldn’t have came here.”
“Wait” Before you could even cross the threshold his arms were wrapped around you. “Don’t go.”
“You don’t love me… you don’t want me.” You tried to push yourself out of his arms, you needed to leave. You could feel yourself breaking underneath his finger tips. “You left me for some broad that doesn’t give a shit about you.”
“That’s not true. I love you, okay?” You looked at him, almost expecting him to laugh in your face and push you out the door. “You’re my best friend and I love you. I never left you for some chick.”
“Then why?”
“Because, Y/N, you’re so good. You’re so pure. You’re everything I’m not. I’m bad for you. You need someone in your life that is like you, someone who can make you happy.”
“You make me happy. Please don’t leave me.”
“Okay.” He said simply.
#the outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders imagines#dallas winston imagine#dallas winston imagines#dallas x reader#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#dally x reader
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Keith “Two-bit” Mathews x Reader
Keith Mathews, best known as Two-bit. I'm in love with him and he knows it but we can't do anything about it; he's in love with me and I know it but we can't do anything about it.
Why? Well, I'm the Curtis' sister. I never thought that being their sister was a bad thing, but in this situation, it really is.
I've never had a boyfriend. Sure, I've kissed a few times, but no more than that.
And I'm frustrated. We really want to be in a relationship, but we think that the guys won't accept it.
Today was Saturday, Darry had work since his boss offered him a few hours extra and he took them. Ponyboy and Johnnycakes said they were going to the lot and Sodapop went to get some food with Steve at the Dairy Queen. Don't ask me where Dallas is, no one has an answer to that.
So I'm watching Mickey Mouse and Two-bit comes in without knocking, as usual.
"Hey, Y/N. What're you doing?" He asks sitting in the couch beside me.
"Oh, just watching some Tv since nobody's home." I say trying not to look at him so you don't blush; you can see him staring from the corner of your eyes.
Both of you stay quiet for a while but you feel him shifting a lot, which means that he's nervous.
"Why are you nervous, Two? Is there something bothering you?" I ask concerned.
"Well, I wanted to ask you something. I mean, I know that your brothers most likely won't accept us dating, but we could try, right? I me-"
"Two-bit, just get to the point." I say now as nervous as he is.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Ye-"
Just as I'm about to respond someone else answers for me.
"No, she wouldn't and she won't."
"Darry? What are you doing here?"
"My boss told me to go since I had been a few hours working alone and put another guy. Now I have to ask you, what's going on?" He asks standing in front of us with his hands on his waist.
"Well, Darry, we've liked each other for a while but we haven't done anything about it since we think that you won't accept the two of us dating." Two-bit says standing up.
And I stood up too.
...
Joking, I want to die relaxed in my lovely couch.
"Look, you can date, alright? But if you break her heart once, you're dead." Darry says sternly.
"What?" Two and I ask surprised.
"You heard me, don't make me say it again." He says walking to the kitchen.
As soon as he disappears I stand up and crush my lips against Keith's.
"No kissing while I'm in the house!" We hear Darry yell.
#krystal’s writing#keith mathews#two bit imagine#two#two bit mathews#two bit mathews x curtis!reader#two bit x reader#keith mathews x reader#darrel curtis#darry curtis#keith mathews x curtis!reader#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders movie
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How could such perfection actually exist. In the slightest of facial expressions he had me swooning like a bitch. So much so I had to make these gifs to let the world look on in lust with me. halp.
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