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Who wants to read a dull, Hemingway-inspired minimalist story? No One? Okay.

Coffee

Charlotte, North Carolina, October 16th, 1992

“I’m fine, Jamal. I’m fine. Quit worryin’.” He wasn’t really lying—not completely, at least. He was laughing—and he really felt like laughing, he really did. He knew he must’ve looked crazy, but he couldn’t help it. Here he was bawling his eyes out on his bed, and they were asking him if he was alright? It was funny.

“You’re cryin’,” Jamal pointed at his face, not blinking twice. “Yep.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, still grinning. “Why?” “Why not?” “Quit bullshittin’,” Damien cut in, not glancing at him twice as he strolled into the kitchen. “My brother’s dead, so I’m crying. Why shouldn’t I?” That shut them both up, thank God. Only for a second though, because Damien’s mouth had a permanent leak.

“You can’t keep doing this shit, man.” “I won’t be crying over him forever.” “I meant that you can’t stay locked up in here forever. It’s been a week.” “Damien, drop it,” Jamal interrupted. “No, I won’t. He needs to get some fuckin’ sunlight or somethin’—” ”Drop it.” “Well, maybe both of you should drop it, and quit acting like I’m a five year old.” “At least a five year old can get out of bed in the morning.” “Damien.”

Fuck. Fuck.

Damien wanted him to get out of bed? Fine. He could do that. He could do that just fine.So he pushed past both of them, went to the bathroom, grabbed the windex and a washcloth, and started cleaning. Not scrubbing, just cleaning. Jamal was staring at him like he was scrubbing, “See what you did, dumbass?” And Damien wasn’t looking at him at all, but he didn't mind. Nope, Jessie didn’t mind one bit.

“Jess, don’t—” He was cutting Jamal off before he knew what he was saying. “I’m just cleaning, Jamal. Quit makin’ a scene about it.” “You’re scrubbing.” “I’m cleaning.” Damien finally spoke again—he didn’t really sound like himself though. “Jessie, I didn’t mean—” Jessie didn’t let him finish. “Why are you two lookin’ at me like I’m crazy? I’m fine. The mirror’s dirty, so I’m cleaning it. Next?” “Because you ain’t gonna stop at the mirror, and you damn well know it,” Jamal sighed. He sounded tired. But that was nothing new. Jessie always made Jamal tired.

“Well, I’ll do something different for once in my life.” “Jessie. Sit down. Lemme make you some coffee—” “I don’t need coffee. I’ve been sleeping every day for the past week.” Jamal didn’t say anything. Just sighed real heavy and slow again, and started walking over to the kitchen. Damien still wouldn’t look at him. Jessie didn’t mind. He just wanted to get the dirt off the mirror. Damien didn’t say anything while he cleaned either. And Jessie felt pretty damn proud of himself—out of all people, he was the one to get Damien Thompson to shut his fucking trap for once. When Jamal was done making the coffee, he shoved the mug towards Damien and whispered something to him that Jessie couldn’t hear.

“Drink the damn coffee, Jessie.” So much for shutting the bastard up. “I told you, I don’t need it.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, you’ve got to be the most stubborn sonofabitch I’ve ever met—”Jamal cut Damien off with a look so cold that even Jessie jumped back. Then Jamal’s voice got weird all of the sudden now too—soft. Real soft. Like Jessie had never heard from him before. “Jessie. Please. Just drink a little bit of it and sit down a second, wouldja?” And fine. He sat down the rag and the windex on the sink and walked into the kitchen. Just because Jamal's voice sounded too annoying like that for him to listen to it all day. “Sit down,” Damien murmured now, pushing Jessie into a chair by his sleeve. Jessie didn’t fight him. Didn’t see the point. “Thought you said I was lounging around too much.” “Hush up, the both of ya,” Jamal said before Damien could respond. Now that Jessie thought about it, Jamal sounded like his mama. Not like Jessie’s mama, but his own mama. With that soft, too-high voice they both get when they’re too worried about something.

Damien put the mug in his hands, and Jessie took a small sip. It was two sugars. Extra cream. Just the way he liked it. Just the way Terry used to make it for him every morning after Mama left—

Jessie sat the coffee back down. Jamal was staring at Jessie like he’d never seen him before. “What’re you doing? That’s the only way you’ll ever drink coffee and now you’re actin’ like—” Damien cut in again, “Shut up, Jamal.”And now it was Jessie’s turn to look at Damien like he was a new person.

Jamal stared at Jessie. For so long that Jessie started squirming around in the seat, picking at the hangnail on his thumb. He grumbled something else that Jessie couldn’t catch and started making himself a cup of coffee. Jessie’s cup stayed on the table the rest of the night.

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Rant About Bigots/The Charlie Kirk Murder

TW: Murder, very strong language, bigotry

Nonsense outta the way first: Fuck all of them, fuck them, fuck them, fuck the disgusting, racist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, religiously intolerant, mass shooting defending bastards. Moving on to more nonsense.

Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck Charlie Kirk, the evil, disgusting shithead that got exactly what he spent his entire life preaching. Hate.

Fuck the people treating him like he's a fucking martyr (Ex: MAGA's God in the White House and their other Angels in Congress), fuck the people threatening HBCU's, fuck the people or person who is inevitably going to use this to commit violence against a marginalized person/group or left-wing individual/s, and FUCK the people who have the need to compare that monster to MLK and Malcolm X. I mean God, MLK is one thing, many Americans are already so uneducated about him, but Malcolm X?! What the actual hell? And no, neither one of them were fucking conservatives that would support Charlie Kirk, nor Ben Shapiro, nor Candace Owens.

Some may think that calling him a monster is dehumanizing. And that's good, cause I am dehumanizing the sick asshole. He spent his entire career spreading hate and dehumanizing others. Anybody who decides to do this for a living forfeits any empathy, sympathy and humanity in my books. Besides, if you were to have empathy for him, you would be going against his own wishes.

And let's not act like fucking political violence is fucking new in this country. I don't even need to go back to the two leaders I mentioned above, let alone the Mississippi Burning murders, Medgar Evers being shot down in his driveway in front of his fucking family, Mark Clark and Fred Hampton being killed while Hampton was asleep in his own fucking apartment (with his pregnant fiance beside him). Let alone fucking Melissa Hortman and her husband and DOG being killed. Nope, who gives a fuck about them? Now I just have one more thing.

I wish these people could just admit that they don't like women, that they don't like people of color, that they don't like people who practice a different religion than them, and etc. I wish they could just admit that they're bigots. Shit, it's one thing to be an openly proud neo-nazi. It's another thing to say the same fucking things as a neo-nazi and pretend you're not a fucking neo-nazi. That's just being a coward. Not that neo-nazis aren't cowards, but at least they're more honest than people who say the craziest shit out loud and pretend they're not a bigot. I find that to be more pathetic than anything.

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A tribute to an amazing actress, and by many accounts, a wonderful human being (Loretta Swit)

A couple of days before my Dad told me about her death, I started a MASH bingewatch. I mean, I've been watching it recently from about morning until night, and I haven't stopped doing it yet. It doesn't even feel real. Not to me at least. It doesn't feel like it's really set in yet.

But forget all of that.

Here's to Margaret Houlihan. Here's to a woman that changed, and grew better. A person that we grew to love.

Here's to Loretta Swit. A person that could make you feel whatever she wanted you to in one cry, one gasp, or one yell.

I wish that I had something more to add. Something meaningful to add. But I guess I'll just have to leave it at this. You will never be forgotten Loretta Swit. Never.

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(Glee) Why did Kurt want to ban dodgeball and not slushies?

I honestly don't understand why they decided to make Kurt want to ban dodgeball out of nowhere after one incident, but not even consider banning slushies, which was literally a big part of the school's bullying problems. Idk, it's just never made any sense to me. But then again, hardly anything in this show makes sense.

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Gaston is awful; don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

"Gaston was the real hero of the story." "Gaston was right!" Gaston was a dummy with big muscles that had charisma and a great singing voice. That doesn't take away from the fact that he was a complete and all-around VILLIAN. Yes, a VILLIAN. What do you call someone that tries to force someone into marrying them through freaking blackmail?! What do you call someone who attacks somebody that literally did nothing to him whatsoever except treat the girl he desired (certainly not loved) with respect, dignity, kindness, and yes, love, and earned her love in return. Name one thing in the entire movie that showed how much Gaston loved and cared for Belle and compare it to how many times the beast did the same. So sick of people (men, pick-me's) acting like Gaston was a good guy. I find it excruciatingly hard to believe you lack that much media literacy, even though I probably shouldn't.

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Reading is fundamental, but critical thinking is essential. -Me :)

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I seen the post where you wanted something sad about the outsiders so maybe like, once Johnny and dally dies he becomes sadder and sadder every day. He completely stop watching sunsets but every once in a while he will look at the them despite the heaviness in his heart. He stops playing track because the running reminds him of when him and Johnny had to run away and when ever he sees and leather jacket his eyes fills with tears because they remind him of dally. He blames himself every day of the deaths of his two best friends despite soda pop and Darry telling him it wasnt his fault. He locks him self in his room most the time and just stares at his book shelf no longer having the motivation to read the books. He reads johnnys letter every night and bowls his eyes out till he falls asleep. I don’t know what else to put so there ya have it😅

That actually sounds amazing. In a sobbing on the bathroom floor kind of way. Thank you!

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My Book's on Amazon

Janice Lance: Monday Blues By Monet Mouling: Amazon.com: Janice Lance: Monday Blues: 9798335277259: Mouling, Monét: Books

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MANSSSSSSSSSSSS

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One of my headcanons is Johnny's biracial (like 25% Pawnee) and thats another reason he gets made fun of

I've kind of thought about this as well!

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Soda and Darry actually have really bad and regular nightmares too but neither admit it. Darry doesn’t want to have to put that on his brothers and Soda because he doesn’t want to make anyone more worried or stressed than they already are.

I think that is so true! I feel like they would just manage to hide it from Ponyboy and each other.

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i have this posted on my page but : i think the reason steve is super buff is so that he would be able to defend himself from his dad's beatings. if he were strong his dad couldn't hurt him so bad. he wanted to help johnny but he never got the chance and feels super guilty abt it

This is very interesting! I can definitely see this being canon, and thinking about him wanting to help Johnny but not being able to hurts in the best way possible. Thank you :)

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I think after the court Ponyboy would see Johnny and Dallas as hallucinations, and eventually, it would lead to him going crazy and/or super depressed and committing suicide

I would hope that he doesn't commit suicide, but I would understand if he did after all the trauma he went through. First his parents die, he gets hit by his brother for something he didn't mean to do, (I don't hate/dislike Darry for this though) he nearly gets drowned to death and has to go on the run with his best friend after said best friend kills someone for him. And then his best friend dies. After saving children. Then his other friend commits a suicide by cop. And he watched them both die. In the same night.

Yeah, I can imagine he would have some issues.

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After the events of the book, Two Bit’s jokes lessened and definitely got quieter until he sort of lost his spark :(

Steve constantly snaps at the gang after their deaths, and is super irritated all the time, to the point he’d start to distance himself

I think this would be canon post-book! Thanks for responding! And I feel like he might distance himself from the rest of the gang, and maybe even start to do the same with Soda.

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Send me the saddest, angstiest, depressing head canons & scenarios about any character/s from The Outsiders. Please and thank you:)

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Another day, another part of me falling in love with someone I can never have. 👍(Ngl I'm kind of obsessed with this guy-)

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And here comes another poem.

Here's the other poem I wrote for my black history school assembly.

 Unforgettable

We will never forget our brothers,

Malcolm, Martin, and Medger.

And we will never disregard our sisters,

Fannie, Shirley, and Ruby.

We will not forget the anger and hate that was thrust upon Rodney and Emmett.

We will remember the strength of Mamie Till to show the world what happened to her boy.

We will remember Rodney asking the Nation, ”Can we get along?”

We won’t forget the bravery of the Little Rock Nine or the patience of the Greensboro Four.

We will remember the boycotts and the protests,

Along with the dogs and water hoses.

We will not forget the people from the past,

Who wouldn’t give up and fought for their rights. For even those who were not in the spotlight,

Still shine like diamonds.

For they showed courage and determination,

In a time of fear and discrimination.

So let us never erase these people from our memory,

For each and every one of them is unforgettable.