Before I say anything else, I would just like to clarify that I am not directing this towards any specific user. This is simply based on what I’ve encountered ever since I made this blog, which was around two months ago. So, you can choose to read this if you want to, or scroll past it if you’re not in the mood to read it and get butt-hurt.

Let’s begin!

I find it funny how people think that they were giving constructive criticism when all this time they were actually giving hate. This goes to cowardly anons and butt-hurt writers both.

The message is simple: if you don’t like the way somebody writes or characterizes, then don’t read it. Ignore it. Just scroll past it. It isn’t rocket science. Let people write; it’s an escape, and you shouldn’t put up a barricade in an escape. It totally beats the purpose!

I truly understand that everybody has their opinions and freedom of speech, but you don’t have to go and preach it every time you see a piece of work you don’t like. Your opinion is not your tongue, so stop trying to shove it down somebody else’s throat.

Ray Bradbury, a late and very famous author (one of my favorites aside from S.E. Hinton!), once said in his coda: “I don’t believe in tampering with any young writer’s work, especially when that young writer was once myself”.

I see this quote as a reminder that all young, or not so young, writers need to find the faults they make in their work. It never is our place to find a fault and change it for them. Let them edit their work, there is always room to improve.

On a larger note, I care for everybody in this fandom. So, if you’re not happy with the fandom, then you should consider leaving it. Don’t get me wrong! I don’t want you to leave because I “hate you” or you’re “a disgrace to the fandom”! I think you have the right to be happy, and if you’re not happy, then why keep yourself in that state of mind? You should really consider that. (If you ever want to talk, I’m here!)

As a conclusion, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and a great start to the summer! Good luck on any final exams, and don’t stress!

xo - Sophie

Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 2).

  • A/N: *Ponyboy's preference sucks. I'm sorry. I ran out of ideas. :( xo - Sophie*
  • Johnny: You were hanging out in the lot, not particularly expecting anybody to join you. Night was just about to creep up on the skies of Tulsa. The beauty that is a sunset just passed, and then you heard footsteps racing closer towards you. You turned, and instantly stood up realizing that it was Johnny. "Johnny, what happened?!" You gasped, his eyes were glassed over as he tried to keep in his tears. "I - my parents, I can't take it no more, Y/N. I just can't!" He groaned, kicking a pebble. You could tell that he felt both angry and sad, so you just hugged him. "Lonely guitar, is there no one who loves us? Lonely guitar, not a soul seems to care. The stars in the sky look like teardrops because I've been crying." You quietly sang the words to Annette Funicello's "Lonely Guitar". His weeping soon subsided and he pulled away from the hug, looking at you with wide eyes. "Glory, Y/N," He breathed, not able to finish his sentence.
  • Steve: "I don't get it, what's so bad about racin'?! Soda does it, too!" "Steve, that's not what I said! I don't even care about what Soda can or can't do. I said that you should be more careful! I never said that there was anything bad about it." You tried to keep your voice leveled. "You're basically tellin' me to stop because you don't like it!" He yelled. "I never said that!" You gaped. "Yes, you did!" "You are so stubborn!" You yelled, running up to your room, closing the door on him. "Hey! Open the door!" Steve screamed, slamming his fist on it. "Calm down. Calm down." You told yourself. An old lullaby that your mother once sang to you came to your mind. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away." You sang and sang quietly to yourself, your voice growing a little louder. You just didn't realize that Steve stopped knocking, and that he was flat on the floor, trying to look inside the room through the space at the bottom of the door. "Oh, my." He whispered, wanting to hear you sing some more.
  • Darry: "My boyfriend's back, he's goin' to save my reputation. Hey-la, day-la, my boyfriend's back!" You sang out as you were making breakfast for you, Darry, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. You knew that Darry would wake up soon, and that Pony and Soda would be sleeping for long, so you sang quietly. You heard steps and a yawn in the hallway, and you smirked; one boy is up, two more to go. You continued the song, keeping your voice at the same level it was before. You felt arms wrap around your waist, and a kiss was placed onto your cheek. "Nice song! Your voice ain't too bad, either." Darry laughed. "Shut it! Sound travels, y'know!" You heard Sodapop yell. "Soda, shut up!" Ponyboy groaned.
  • Ponyboy: It was in music class. The teacher was trying to figure out who would be a soprano and who would be an alto. "Y/N, you're up next." The teacher gave you a comforting smile, and you sang some notes, just for the teacher to get an idea of your voice and how it would sound in different songs. You finished and the whole class clapped; only some people knew that you had a really strong voice, but now you were happy that more people heard you and that you weren't nervous about it at all. You sat back down in your seat, which was next to Ponyboy. "Y/N, I never knew you could sing like that! Why didn't I hear you ever before?!" He smiled, causing you to blush.

Blood For Blood - Chapter 6 (Dally’s P.O.V)

*A/N: I really hope you all like this chapter! Feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope I captured Dally’s P.O.V well enough for you to want to keep reading. :) I think I should stick to writing in Spike’s view from now on. xo - Sophie*

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I crossed the street and walked to the Curtis house, walking inside like nothing happened. I looked around the house and I saw all the guys looking at me with grins too big for their faces, even Darry was grinning at me!

                “Y’all have a starin’ problem or what? Jeez.” I mumbled, sitting down on the shabby couch inbetween Steve and Two-Bit.

                “So, how’d it go?” Steve grinned, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes. “What d’you mean?” I scoffed, knowing exactly what he meant; I really didn’t want to get into this conversation right now.

                “You know exactly what he means!” Two-Bit laughed, jumping onto the couch. “He means how you lied to her.”

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A blog recommendation for the fandom’s writers!

If you want to find a good blog, one that's full of tips for writing anything related to "The Outsiders", then you should go and follow sickburns-johnny!

It’s a great blog, so if you ever want any assistance in writing, you should really visit it!

xo - Sophie

To all active readers of my fan-fiction!

I just finished editing every chapter of my Dallas Winston story! So, if you want to see all the changes, read it! I was able to at least update something, so go check it out whenever you have time.

xo - Sophie

Currently editing every single posted chapter of “Blood For Blood”.

I will survive.

I’ll let you all know when I finish, but so far I have chapters 1 and 2 edited! You can read them if you’d like.

xo - Sophie

Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 1).

  • Sodapop: "And then he kissed me!" You sang along to the radio, dancing around your kitchen. One of your favorite songs came on, and it was "Then He Kissed Me" by The Crystals. The whole song was about an innocent love: meeting him, going on the first date, having your first kiss, taking him to meet your parents, and whatever else would happen in the future. You kept singing and singing, but you didn't know that Sodapop was there listening to your voice and watching you dance. "Nice voice." He grinned. You nearly fell to the floor out of surprise and looked at him, his grin growing even more. "Th-thanks." You stammered, regaining your balance. "Sing some more!" He clapped, sitting down. You just smiled at him and continued singing the song even though it was already done playing.
  • Dally: "All of my love, all of my kissin', you don't know what you've been a-missin', oh boy!" Your hums turned into strong murmurs as you looked around the record shop and heard the famous Buddy Holly song make its way through the air. You felt a still presence a few feet away from you, but you shook it off; the person was probably just trying to find a good record. "You like Bill Haley?" A gruff, male voice asked. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the guy. "It's not 'Bill Haley', it's 'Buddy Holly'." You scoffed. "Sorry, I don't listen to Soc music." He mocked, starting to walk away. "I'm as much a Soc as you." You hissed. He stopped in his tracks and turned to you. He smirked and nodded his head lightly. "Good to know." He chuckled. "What's your name?" He asked, stepping closer. "Bill Haley." You joked, your smile wide.
  • Two-Bit: It was the annual talent show at Will Rogers High, and you were nervous because you were going to be singing but even more nervous though because Two-Bit would be there. "I can do this." You thought as the previous act left. "Now we have Y/N and she'll be performing 'Jailhouse Rock'!" The host cheered as the crowd clapped, but you heard Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve, and Ponyboy in the audience cheering. You got on stage and quickly set up. You strummed the guitar using the right chords for the song's beginning. "The warden threw a party in the county jail, the prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing, you should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing, let's rock!" You sang your heart out and everybody was on their feet dancing. You ended with the riff and the crowd went wild. "I never knew she had a voice like that! That's my girl!" Two-Bit yelled, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. You ended up winning first place and Two-Bit wouldn't stop bragging to the gang about your hidden talent.

Preference #20: You play video games.

  • A/N: This is really new for me! Someone requested this and I'll try my best to write it! xo - Sophie
  • Ponyboy: "So, you just tilt the wheel like this?" Ponyboy asked. You nearly slammed your head into a wall; it wasn't that hard to understand! "Yeah, Pony, you do that." You sighed, finally taking the Mario Kart disc out of its box. "Don't blame me! I might even win first place." He huffed triumphantly. He ended up losing.
  • Sodapop: "Soda, how could you have possibly killed me?!" You gaped at him, nearly chucking the controller at his head. He just laughed at you. "Hey, it's not my fault you stink at Call Of Duty!" He laughed even harder now, clutching his stomach from laughing a little too much. "You know what, I'm leavin'." You hissed, obviously angry. You were the best at that game, how was he able to even come close to your score?! "Hey now, best two out of three?" He said, grabbing your hand and flashing you his signature grin.
  • Dally: "No, Y/N, you press A and then B!" Dally yelled at you, trying to stay alive in the game. "I'm no good at this, Jesus Christ! You kno- Dally, what did I do?!" You cried out, nearly about to give up. "Babe, you already died. You were lookin' at my screen the whole entire time. I hope you knew that." "Oh."
  • Two-Bit: "Doll, look what I found!" Two-Bit yelled, barging into your house. "What?" "Epic Mickey!" He sang, breaking the box open and sticking it into your Wii. "Turn on the controller!" He ordered, nearly peeing his pants of excitement. "Woah." You both sighed, looking at the graphics of the game before the starting menu even came up.
  • Darry: "And how come I haven't even heard of this game yet?!" He gasped, looking up at the item in your hand. You just bought Halo, and you decided to test it out with Darry. "Yup, I just bought it today. I don't get how you haven't heard, but that's okay." "I don't know why you're still standin' around, let's play!" You both ended up spending hours playing, until you finally finished the game.
  • Johnny: "Rock Band or Guitar Hero?" You asked Johnny, hoping he'd pick the latter. "Guitar Hero, why?" He responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. You punched the air in victory, and pulled out the video game and guitar-shaped controller out of the trunk of your parent's car. "No way, this is so cool!" He screamed out, clutching the items in his arms. "C'mon, I got the box fixed, let's go!" You giggled, grabbing his hand and running inside.
  • Steve: "Shoot that guy! No, not that one, the othe- Y/N, you're killin' me, literally!" Steve was yelling at you, trying to help you out, but he really wasn't being helpful. "Steve, how about you play for me?! I don't know how to do this!" You laughed helplessly, shaking your head and placing the controller on his lap. "No, no, no! Don't go! I promise not to yell at you." He grinned at you. You just shook your head and sat down defeatedly. "That's my girl. Okay, now press that button, move the joystick. No, babe, sto- oh, uh, kiddin'." He smiled a toothy smile at when he noticed that you were glaring up at him.

To my followers!

I will most likely be able to update tomorrow; my computer seems to have crashed, so now I’m posting from my mom’s laptop. :(

So for the time being, I’m not accepting any requests. I’ll let you all know when my ask is open for requests.

I’m so sorry! I’ll try my best to update soon; I’m trying to finish an imagine, so stay tuned!

xo - Sophie

Anonymous asked: just to add to your overlooked ideas... sodapop was once jailed (with two bit)(that time they were doing acrobatics downtown) :) ily

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