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Hello! My name is Kay.
I'm super into The Outsiders right now! Though, I am also into a ton of other movies/series. Requests are open!
I also like music! That blog is @kayslyrics
My writing blog is @bookend-friends
According to @suesdebut, It is officially Outsiders Day! The book was published 58 years ago today on April 24th, 1967.
I just want to say that I am grateful for a story that has added so much to my life had given light to problems that I faced growing up. This book will always hold a special place in my heart, and I am thankful that I’ve had the opportunity to read it and connect with all of you about it.
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I have this weird writing block in my head that’s like, since I’m writing fanfic I can’t write my og stories? And if I do want to write my of stories I have to pick the “right one” to start with? Idk I’ve had this for years and I can’t shake it
You could look to get inspired by reading and other things and start making lists of things you like about those things for your wips you wanna write about?
I actually have that problem, where for example I keep getting ideas to write @bardic-tales Final Fantasy 7 ocs interacting with my ocs, but the words cant happen. Its like my brain can only focus on original works cause it feels like its run out of ideas for fanfiction - like for me, fanfiction is ten times harder than original works. the last fanfic I wrote was like 2022-2023. Then before that, when I got really inspired to write fanfic was back in 2020 where for a solid 6 months all I wrote was mass effect fanfic and i met @blackandwhitecircus because of it
If you can only focus on one thing - being original works, then maybe that's what your brain wants to do and you shouldn't feel bad about it.
If you want more advice, I'd ask @bardic-tales and anyone who tries to do both original and fanfic
Thank you so much for saying that Hal. It means so much to me that my ocs spark people's creativity, even if they can't get the words out. It's like a creativity faucet is turned on full blast but that the pipe to the word processor is clogged up.
So, I'm going to give some advice that really helped me. I have been writing full length novels since I was 9 (cliche but still). lol. And after the doctor told me to focus more on what makes 'me' happy and less stressed, I turned to my passion project. I started to publish things for FWC (my passion project) two years ago? Turning on 3 years.
@fictionalcharactergraveyard I really get what you’re saying. That internal wall between fanfic and OG writing? Been there. Still there some days. It’s like your brain makes this arbitrary distinction, telling you that you can’t do both or that one is somehow "lesser" or "in the way" of the other.
And on top of that, the pressure to pick the perfect OG project to commit to? It's paralyzing. That kind of mental static can be so discouraging and hard to shake, especially when it’s been a thing for years. I want to stress that you're not alone in that headspace.
Personally, I’ve learned to go where the muses take me. I do have a sort of schedule. Fanfic and passion project one day, then “serious” WIP on another. But honestly? That structure can get suffocating. Sometimes it kills the joy.
Writing should feel alive, not like you’re punching a clock. If an idea sparks joy, whether it’s fanfic or original, follow it. That spark is precious. It should be cherished. Even if it’s “not the right project,” it’s something, and it’s keeping your imagination fed.
Maybe try reframing it like this. Fanfic isn’t a detour. It’s part of your writing journey. It is practice. It hones your voice, it teaches you pacing and dialogue and emotional beats. And your OG ideas? They’ll still be there when you’re ready. You don’t have to pick the one. Just pick one. Think of it like a pool. Dip your toes in and see how it feels. Feels nice? Dive in. Over my long career in writing, the right story often reveals itself through the act of writing, not before it.
Anyway. That's what I'd advise.
thanks so much, it really means a lot! i will try, i just worry LOL!
Thank you @bardic-tales for these beautiful words because you are so right.
“Fanfic isn’t a detour. It’s part of your writing journey. It is practice.”
I needed that because it is true. I used to think that writing fanfiction was a waste of my time, talents, and energy. That it would never matter because it wasn’t an original story. I just had to realize that other people’s fics have a big effect on me and my fics probably have a big effect on others, I just don’t know it. It took me a long time to learn that it doesn’t matter what you write as long as it’s something.
“If an idea sparks joy, whether it's fanfic or original, follow it. That spark is precious. It should be cherished. Even if it's "not the right project," it's something, and it's keeping your imagination fed.”
Your writing will always be something. No matter what it is, it serves a purpose. Whether that is to be published or play out an idea you have in your head, it serves a purpose and people will appreciate it regardless. Your talents are never wasted when you are doing something that brings you joy. If writing brings you joy, write whatever the hell you want honestly.
Thank you for these wonderful words. They have definitely shifted my perspective and I love to hear them.
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Mission Impossible Bingo
@dragons-in-spaceee .... am I wrong
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Tag game:3
What's the best compliment you have received?
@johnnyvalance @sondheim-girly @forgthetheaterkid @to-know-how-it-ends @trevination @overwhelmedfernfrond @lavaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @pschewwpewpew &anyone else who wants to respond
my friend once said simply i love the way you do what you do (about my writing) and I very near melted. idk why but it's stuck w me for years.
This is a cute one! Thank you for the tag @to-know-how-it-ends.
The best compliment I was ever given is probably when my friend told me that I sounded like Joan Baez when I sang. That or my other friend telling me that she needed me around because I was her token history nerd.
Anyone can join if they want! @ratwife77 @fictionalcharactergraveyard @vintagelavenderskies @garbage-creature @suesdebut @xeoxov @neufer
In my universe. Kathy and two-Bit get married and they have three little girls together. Two-Bit works for the radio, telling jokes and picking the songs that he gets to play. Kathy works as a nurse, helping those who need it. Sure, Two-Bit never really kicked alcohol, but he was a loving father and a good husband. And sure, Kathy still struggled with her weight and self-esteem issues but she was a good mother and wife.
Kathy and Two-Bit had always come back to each other. Even after Kathy's mom died and she pushed him away and after Johnny and Dallas and Two-Bit getting alcohol poisoning. After countless tragedies and dark normalcies of being raised on the East Side, they had always found their way back to each other.
Now they were raising a family together and it was messy and loud and sometimes it sucked but it was theirs and they were doing it together.
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I feel like fandom’s interpretation of Soda changes depending on what you think his favorite color is.
Folks who think his favorite color is red—well, those folks know all about the anger inside, the snap and smile, rusty blood in his teeth when he grins during a fight. He’s fast and daring and laughs like a drug, his temper blazing quick, all dynamite. Too loud. Too much. Smiling like a weapon, hotwiring cars, drag racing. He smells of motor oil. Gas-stained jeans. His knuckles are bruised.
Folks who believe in a blue Soda see the softer side. He’s bright as the morning sky and gentle to boot, soothing scrapes and scuffles, the eternal middleman. His anger stays bottled up where no one can be hurt by it. Quick to smile and quicker to soothe, all lazy drawl and restless hands, big brown eyes you could drown in. Soda who loves blue is a Soda who gets lost in the wind from rolled down windows, lost in the folks around him, whose soul is bigger than the ocean but forgets how to be himself. He feels too much. He feels everything all at once. He feels nothing at all. He’s full of love and it’s crushing him.
Folks who see the yellow lover in Soda see only the joy. This is the Soda as his brothers know him, the goofy, reckless guy, the favorite brother. This is the Soda who laughs at everything and nothing, who understands entirely, who beams so bright he might as well be the sun. He is nothing but giddy joy and stupid jokes. His shoes are untied. Mismatched socks. Grass stains. Freckles. Silly, smiling Sodapop, who exists only to be happy and bring the sunshine back.
the colors of sodapop curtis
this post inspired me to try and make some moodboards (so sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind!)
Oh I LOVE
#oh I love#I am definitely a red soda truther#too loud as he tries to makeup for everything he is not#reckless and quick to anger it’s what helped him win fights with Steve and it’s what saves him in Vietnam#angry at how he was blue before Vietnam but now he can’t help but be red#mood board#moodboard
I’ve been thinking about another AU if there is anyone out there who cares. This might be me projecting onto Darry but I could care less at this point.
That terrible night of Darry’s birthday, only Mr. Curtis goes to get the frosting. He is the only one that dies. Mrs Curtis is safe at home with her boys. She is the one that answers the door to the cops and identifies the body. She calls Darry, who has gone off to college at this point to come home for the funeral. Losing her husband pushes her into a severe depression. She is unable to get out of bed, plan the funeral, and fall back into her normal rhythms of life. She can’t really provide for her children.
At this time, Tulsa was a highly patriarchal and paternalistic society. Because of this, there would not have been that many ways for her to make money on her own and she certainly would have no way to pay all the house bills. (Not to mention her severe depression) Seeing this, Darry decides to drop out of college and come home to help provide for his family and his grieving mother. He no longer would’ve been able to go to college or pay for it. They’re also would have been many outside influences who would have expected him to support his mother and brothers anyway.
So just like in the book, Darry is the one to take over everything. He keeps everyone’s heads on and tries to save his own mother from her despair. He plans the funeral and takes his fathers old job at the roofing company to help pay bills. His mother is unable to move on. She becomes severely depressed, tired all the time, can’t get out of bed, negative, and overall just crazy with grief. Her husband was everything and now he’s gone.. She doesn’t know how to move on, so Darry takes care of everyone and becomes the authority figure that Mrs Curtis no longer is.
Seeing how their mothers condition is affecting his brothers, Darry decides to take her to a doctor. This doctor suggests a mental institution that they do not have the money for. But with their newly declined income, they cannot afford to get her the medicine or the treatment that she needs to recover and feel better. Without these resources, she does not get better. Maybe in this AU, she simply withers away or perhaps kills herself. Either way, she is unable to move on and leaves her children (especially Darry) in a hard position.
This version to me almost seems more tragic. They only lost one parent, but they essentially did lose two. All three boys have lost their father and now their mother to her grief. Darry is still expected to take care of everyone, only he can’t rely on his mother like he used to and really has nobody to turn to.
With the way I’m spinning it, I don’t know that this would impact the story that much other than the fact that there would be no custody problems and the boys might resent Darry more because their mother is still alive.
I probably will never end up writing this but let me know what you think or how this would affect the canon events because I really don’t know how it would.
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This fic means so much to me and I’ve read it so many times over that I have a clear composition of each scene ngl
This is the pilot to a long fic I was working on. I don’t know if I’ll end up finishing and posting the rest of it but I wanted to at least put the pilot out there. This might be my summer project when school finishes and I don’t want to kill myself.
This excerpt is the start of my idea I posted a couple days ago about Soda going to Vietnam and Ponyboy starting to protest. Anyway…
Sorry but I am just thinking about Sandy again.
Maybe one day I will write an AU about her. She is 16 and scared of her daddy who hates her and beats the shit out of her near constantly. When she gets pregnant with Soda's kid, she doesn't see it as a bad thing, she sees it as an opportunity. She tells her daddy, taking the beating and the money for the bus ticket. Knowing that Soda would follow her and try to marry her, she lies to him. Telling him she's pregnant with another guys kid. That way, he'll never want to speak to her again.
Despite all her shortcomings and attempts to burn her life in Tulsa to the ground, it doesn't work. He still wants to marry her. Soda also knows everything about her, he knows where she'd go in Florida, he has the god dang address! So she doesn't go to Florida. It's 1968! She goes to the same place everyone was going to run away. California! Out to San Francisco, Haight-Ashbury and the hippie scene. Sandy figures it's a smart choice. After all, the hippie scene is a good place for a runaway to disappear. Not that her Daddy would ever bother to look for her but Sodapop Curtis just might.
Fast forward a year. She has had the baby, naming him Jack Pepsi after his daddy. It also never ceases to scare her just how much this kid looks like his daddy. She's living in some hippie commune/trap house sort of place, making money as a washerwoman. She's scared and lonely with nobody in the world to help her besides some girl she met. The last straw ends up being when baby Jack gets sick. She realizes that she doesn't have enough money to buy him medicine. She goes around the commune/trap house where she is living and begs the others there for money. They all refuse... except for one man. He wants something in return though. He offers enough money for the medicine (and more) if she prostitutes herself out to him. Seeing there is no other option for her and baby Jack, she does it.
She spends the rest of the night sick to her stomach, throwing up and disgusted with herself. Immediately buying the medicine the next day to help her baby sleep... finally. She is scared to go back to the commune in fear of seeing this guy she sold herself out to. So she takes the rest of the money and buys herself a bus ticket to New York with some girlfriends who were leaving.
They had all heard about Woodstock '69 and how they needed volunteers to run the medical tent. The pull? These medical tent volunteers would be fed and housed. Sandy was in. It saved her for a few nights and got her the hell out of San Francisco.
So she goes to Woodstock, manning the medical tent all the while Jack toddles around her legs as she helps with those tripping on acid.
Here is the catch of it all though. There were a ton of people that went to Woodstock, nearly 400,000. And who did two of those people manage to be? None other than Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis. Sandy's old lover and father of her baby. Ponyboy took a little too much acid (or something). That boy is definitely a lightweight when it all comes down to it. He's having a bad trip and Soda kind of freaks out so he brings him to the medical tent.
Sandy is helping someone else when baby Jack toddles up to Ponyboy (who is freaking out) and starts grabbing on his finger. This freaks Ponyboy out even more because that kid looks just like Soda. Soda starts to reassure him until he gets a good look at the kid and realizes that Ponyboy is right. That kid looks just like a Curtis.
Sandy comes over, probably to get her kid away from this guy who is wacked out on acid when she realizes exactly who she's looking at. She's looking at her past lover and father of her child. Even though he has an ugly hippie beard now and long hair, she'd know that smile anywhere. It's Sodapop Curtis.
Soda gives her a hug, swinging her around and letting her down before growing upset with her. Is this his kid? And what is she not telling him? They set aside some time to talk. Mostly when she is off her shift and Ponyboy is finally in his mind again and they talk.
For real.
Sandy tells him how scared she was of her daddy and having a baby in general. How she didn't want Soda to take the fall for something that was all her fault (that's just what her dad has told her). They manage to make up and Soda tries to convince her to come home. It's pretty easy. Just a promise that she'll never have to see her Daddy again and she's sold. Ponyboy has been living in NYC so there is talk of her moving in with him too.
I don't know how it will end but it will wrap up nicely with everything going right.
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'e is for effortless swagger the kind that the ladies can never deny!' -sodapop curtis from grease got a hold i would like one of these pictures on my grave, thanks