That Was Then This Is Now - Blog Posts
As much as I'm sure Mark Jennings would like to believe otherwise, I'd like to think he's a lot more affected by death then he ever let on. Not in a way that debilitates him, but in a way that at least makes him more paranoid. Especially when it comes to people he actually does care about. Namely I'd imagine Bryon & Ponyboy. Through his defensiveness of them and in his sheer panic if he sees them beat to a pulp.
I'd fully believe he was the type to have night terrors after the deaths of his parents. To the point he'd wake up in the middle of the night and would probably often watch Bryon sleeping to make sure he was still breathing.
It'd never be anything he'd outwardly show easily or maybe not even realize himself. But that is also such a massive way he trusts or loves and for a guy who maybe liked two or three people tops, that trust being shot point blank (deserved or not) has to feel like a train crashing into him.
What else do I add to this?
Pls I love these two just can't think of anything else
a girl in my math class complimented my art style when I was drawing mark from twttin instead of notes AAAAAAAHHHHH
its 12 37 am and I am sobbing because of yet another curly fic
i love curly shepard so much I haven't drawn him because I need to perfect his design. Its very important to me.
i may be stupid but I genuinely cannot figure out if curly or angela is older if anyone knows please tell me
Here’s some Angela- n curly’s there too!!
@kalied0skull
"It was like sitting at the edge of the world."
The Outsiders, S.E Hinton
How S.E Hinton feels after giving her characters insane trauma
I’m a few pages into ‘That Was Then This Is Now’ and wdym mark’s parents SHOT each other 😨
Dissecting him into a group would be easy; a greaser, a hoodlum, a classic JD. He’s like any other teenage boy you’d spot in Tulsa- a lean 15 year old with a concerning amount of hair grease slathered through his already patchy buzz cut, who’s trying to live up to his brother’s rep. Even if it includes hurting one else.
Bryon= bold Mark= Slanted
may be a bit OOC
Mark Jennings x Bryon Douglas
Does growing up have to mean growing apart?
no. Bryon wasnt going to accept that.Hes known Mark for pretty much his whole life, and as he stood there,looking at the self-destructive boy in front of him, he knew he couldn't let anyone take him away. "..Bryon..? C'mon man, say something." Bryon came close to Mark, close enough to make out the details on his face. Hes never really got this good of a look at Mark, freckles scattered along the bridge of his nose, dark blue eyes that had little details of purple outlining the pupil. He really was beautiful..Bryons always acknowledge this, but was never able to truly absorb it. "M&M...H-Hes sick- well...he had a bad trip and- fuck Mark." Bryon inhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didnt sell him anything. Bryon, think here man, this is me we're talking' bout- I'm reckless sometimes, but I'm not gunna sell something that fucking serious to a minor!" Mark had a look on his face, Bryon couldnt quite place it though it looked similar to a panicked expression..desperate almost. "Hes really messed up,Mark.." Mark looked away for a second, then back at Bryon."Yeah..?" "Yeah." Bryon replied. Mark walked off after a second and sat on the couch, head in his hands. Bryon waited for Mark to say something- anything. Hed take anything at all, things got to quiet. Eventually Mark looked up, eyes rimmed with red- a look Bryon hardly sees on his friend. "..Mark?" Mark shook his head for a couple seconds, hands clasped together near his head with his elbows resting on his knees. "You aint gunna say anything, r-right? I mean, you- fuck, you can't..!" Mark was really starting to panicn ow, and frankly it scared the hell out of Bryon. This is something he wasnt used to. Even in the hardest situations, Mark was calm. He was calm to the point that it was frighting. "I can. Jesus man, I should! M&M is messed up! Hes in the hospital, and might never be the same again! Cathys freaking out, desperate for a solution! And now I'm in the position where I might have to rat out my bestfriend!" Bryon was raising his voice now, he was pissed. Though weirdly enough, Cathy wasnt his focus right now. He wasnt thinking about how upset she was. He was thinking about the minor in the hospital, and ruining any history he ever had with the person he loved. It was all to much. "I wanted to help pay for things! Your mom and you have so much responsibility and do so much for me! I wanted to repay you guys, I cant live off you two forever! And with my police record, people wont hire me!" Mark stood up abruptly, face red and stained from the tears and frustration. Bryon was starting to see red, worry and anger taking over and the next thing he knew, Mark was on the floor holding his now cut and bruising cheek. Mark looked shocked almost, they've play faught before and wrestled but neither of them ever snapped at the other like Bryon just did. "I want you to listen to me Mark, really listen." He knelt down so he was at Marks level. "I'm not gunna turn you in-" A brief look crossed Marks face, until- "But. ...If you ever pull something like this again, Ill knock your teeth out. Think of it as a love tap." Bryon tried to give a light smile, trying to soften the blow of the threat."Youre the one damn person who has always been there. Ive known you too damn long, and been so damn close with you for every moment of my life so far. I'm not willing to end what we have any time soon...I'll get ya a job man, kay? We'll figure something out.."Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, breathing in a shaky breath and laying on the floor, with a sigh and nod of defeat. "Fuck man,I didnt mean for it to get like this.." Bryon nodded and sat down,pulling Mark up gently by his shirt, "..I know buddy..I know." He patted Marks shoulder, and at some point or another- he didnt even realize for a bit- he had Mark in a hug, holding him close to his chest. They have never been this physically close together before-hell, Mark was practically on Bryons lap. After a long while, Marks breathing eventually calmed down and he was slack in Bryons arms. He wasnt asleep, Bryon could tell, but he was relaxed now. Things were smoothing over. It got too (AN: to? I'm not good with my too/to's) quiet for Bryon, so he ended up taking a risk and saying something he now realizes was quite a dangerous risk to take. "...I love you.." Mark didnt say anything for a bit, nor did he move...but eventually, he slid his hand into Bryons hair,gripping it slightly- almost like it was a lifeline for the slipping boy- and said into the crook of Bryons neck, "I love you too.."
Can someone pleeeease write me some ‘That was then this is now’ fanfics??
Just finished ‘that was then this is now’ S E Hinton what the fuck is up with you
cowabummer, man
Yeah this is what the Mark Jennings/Ponyboy friendship is to me
I read that was then, this is now today and Bryon saying a COUPLE kids got killed a few years back or whatever just made me stop and get sad bc I realized that really no one thinks about dally’s death besides the people who were close