I got Tim slapped me because he kidnapped my dad 😭
Outsiders Game
Birth month: (person)
January: Johnny
February: Darry
March: Ponyboy
April: Sodapop
May: Steve
June: Dallas
July: Two-Bit
August: Tim
September: Curly
October: Bob
November: Randy
December: Paul
Colour of shirt: (action)
Red: Waved to you
Orange: Kissed you
Yellow: Made out with you
Green: Fucked you
Blue: Killed you
Purple: Licked you
Pink: Slapped you
Black: Stalked you
Grey: Fingered you
White: Watched you
Brown: Babysat you
Favourite colour: (because he)
Red: Loves you
Orange: Hates you
Yellow: Lives in your closet
Green: Wants to date you
Blue: Wants to kill you
Purple: Loves your grandma
Pink: Kidnapped your dad
Black: Likes your dog/cat
Grey: Wants to be besties
White: Ate all your food
Brown: Did your taxes
I got "Sodapop slapped you because he wants to date you"
Let me know what you guys got!
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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞!
Hi and thank you for stumbling upon my blog! Ik I don’t have a lot of followers, but I still thought it would be good for y’all to get to know me better.
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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:
Name: Matilyn
Age: Minor! (still in school)
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Straight but I supports the LGBTQ+ community
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞:
Ummm, I love books a lot and are a big part of who I am overall lol. My favorite books are It Ends With Us, The Outsiders, and Paperweight. My favorite author is Colleen Hoover
I also play travel softball and have since I was 10. It’s been a huge part of my life. (For better and for worse) But I overall love the game and am both a pitcher and 1st basemen.
I love to write fanfictions, poetry, and essays. I am new to poetry and am looking for any and all feedback on any work that I share!
Of course I love my friends as well lol. @that-bisexual is my pook and we’ve known eachother forever. (irl)
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:
- HUGE fan of The Outsiders (Darry is my man and I also am a Jally ship)
- I love both 92’s and the Newsies broadway show
- I just started getting obsessed with The Hunger Games (Peeta girlyyy)
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋:
Any head cannons, fanfics, character x reader, FLUFF, pretty much anything.
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓:
Smut, anything NSFW, racist or homophobic content of any kind.
This being said, please send me requests!!!
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Couldn’t have put it better, your the only person missing out in a LGBTQ+ child’s life.
Your daughter is gonna learn how to put lipstick on with her best friend. Your son's gonna learn how to fish with his bros. Your daughter is gonna pick out her prom dress with her friends and supportive family. Your son will be taught how to shave by his uncle. You're missing these key moments in your kids' childhood because you can't accept that they are trans. These good memories are slipping through your fingers because you can't come to turns with the fact that your kid is trans.
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Hello! I’m back with more original poetry! This piece I wrote after a personal experience I had. Trigger warning gun violence is discussed and heavily presented.
Goodnight Kiss
A 12 year old girl texts her mom
I love you
Not because she is about to go to bed
But because she thinks she might fucking die
Everyone thinks there a gunman in her school and she doesn’t know why
She should be safe
Not fearing for her own damn life
The loud speaker began to scream
“We will be going into an active lockdown”
She shouldn’t feel surprised
It should just be a dream
But it’s a 2023 reality
But her heart began to beat so fast
Her stomach felt like she was about to hurl
Her hand gripped her best friends with all her might
Her other arm on another girl
Told her that she won’t let anyone hurt her
Their both 12 year old kids
She’s only in the sixth grade
She shouldn’t have to think about what she will do
If a gunman comes through the door
How she will shield her classmates from gun fire
She thinks about how her life may expire
She worries about her older sister
And fears of the safety of he𝗋
Little did she know the danger was in her classroom
If a few things had gone differently my life could have been gone this day
Like the countless others also taken in this way
Twelve students and a teacher at Columbine in 1999
Twenty young children and six teachers at Sandy Hook in 2012
Fourteen students and three teachers at Parkland in 2018
Nineteen young children and three teachers at Robb Elementary in 2023
This is not to mention the other people involved in these cases
Or the victims of other shootings mentioned on CNN
I sat here counting the victims while these children were counting to ten
I’m afraid of one day my life becoming a statistic
That my life will amount to a number
On a list of hundreds of others
Just my first and last name
While others read and feel shame
But nothing is being done
The same news reports flair on a screen
Seven dead, fourteen wounded by a shotgun
Nothing is going to change
And no battle will be won
When the same adults give their thoughts and prayers to the kids
But never fight for them
Why does the news always say the shooters name in glory
But a child’s name is said once in a list
Why do I never know the children’s story
But I know the shooters entire life
I don’t want to know evil
I want to know about the children who no longer exist
Because they were taken out to soon
They will never see another moon
Or their mother will never kiss them goodnight again
Fuck the government
For all the children’s lives they have let become numbers
Because I have to cherish every good night kiss
For the hundreds of kids who’s goodnight kiss they had to miss
-Matilyn
Thank you so much for supporting me as I am new to poetry! Please know that this is my original poem and not to share it without my consent. Also, please give me any recommendations for poems to write!
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