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i think directly post-canon ponyboy hated anything to do with maintaining his hair apart from greasing it. he hated washing it, getting it cut, taking care of it like he had before they mangled it.
soda washes his hair in the kitchen sink for almost a year after the fact. mostly because pony is still so out of it that he can barely get up and shower when he needs to, so soda sets up a few towels to keep him comfortable and has him lay on the kitchen counter and washes pony’s hair for him every few days.
it helps ponyboy of course, but it also helps soda to see his roots growing back in, to know that they are growing. that every day, every millimeter of auburn-brown hair that grows back puts more days between them and what happened. that pony’s life is going to be more than this, and one day, the bone dry yellow-blonde will be gone and he won’t have to live with the constant reminder of what he thought he had to do.
one day, pony comes out of the shower with his hair wet and freshly washed. soda hugs him and scrubs at his head with a towel.
“guess someone finally got tired of using my shampoo, huh?”
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Doodle request of Tim still struggling to relax on thanksgiving break with his family and attempting to still do work
Thanksgiving at Wayne Manor :)
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darry didn’t run after pony when he hit him bc his first instinct was to gasp and say “hit me back, if you don’t tell mama i’ll let you hit me back harder” the words were on the tip of his tongue but when he remembered he was frozen
to pony darry his guardian, darry who might just hate him, hit him with ill intent and pure malice
to darry it was a regular sibling argument that got out of hand and heated bc (in the musical at least) both sides were fueling the flame and ofc they won’t stop doing so until someone intervenes
idk i think it’s in that moment that darry realizes that he can’t be a brother and a guardian he has to pick one (he doesn’t but darry tends to think of things in black and white- he’s their brother, but now he has to be their guardian. not to mention he’s probably heard many parents/guardians say “i’m not one of your lil friends, im your XYZ” NOT TO MENTION hes “not a part” of the gang and he’s always working so he not friends with them like he use to be (and as far he knows they don’t even think of him as a friends anymore)
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cowabummer, man
Yeah this is what the Mark Jennings/Ponyboy friendship is to me
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types of nap, ranked by me (an experienced napper)
the siesta: the oldest and most reliable form of nap! you go to sleep around noon. you wake up an hour or two later feeling well-rested and prepared to face the rest of the day. this is the pinnacle of nap perfection. 10/10
the businessman’s nap: you have a limited amount of time on your hands, so you schedule a nap into your packed timetable and set an alarm. you spend half the duration of the nap worrying that you’re wasting valuable nap time by lying awake, and the other half sunk into a torpor so deep that when your alarm rings, it takes you a good few minutes to remember your own name. once you’ve splashed some cold water on your face you feel much better. 7/10
EW STICKY: you were cold at first, so you piled on the blankets and wriggled into your favourite comfy sweater. this was nice. now you are awake and trapped in a horrible sweaty gordian knot of your own devising. this is not nice. when you peel off the sweater you find to your horror that you have left an actual damp patch behind on the bed, like some sort of giant dead fish that can’t stop leaking its gross fish juice everywhere. 5/10 it was at least cosy to start with
the interrupted nap: someone barges into your room and starts talking to you. “wtsfhggl?” you enquire. they give you a judgemental look, and ask why you are sleeping in the middle of the day. “ghhfshsxkls,” you reply, graciously. they tell you to get up. you get up. the rest of the day feels like an extension of whatever dream you are having before you were disturbed. you boil with quiet resentment and shame. 4/10
the unsuccessful nap: you are tired. you want to take a nap. you lie down. you wait. you wait. time moves sluggishly forwards. you wait. your brain feels like a cup of mushy porridge but your eyes refuse to close. the noise of your fan is infuriating. you wait. eventually, you are forced to accept that this nap is simply not going to happen, and you have wasted 45 minutes doing absolutely nothing. god fucking dammit. 2/10
the handy-dandy fast-forward button: you really just want this day to be over as soon as possible, and the best way you can think of to do that is to take a nap. you only meant to sleep for an hour, but when you wake up it is already evening. the day is over. you glean no satisfaction from this. you kill time until you feel justified in going back to bed again, and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to sink back into the blissful stupor from which you so recently emerged. 0/10
The Unpleasantness: when you fall asleep, it is dark. when you awaken, it is light. this is the natural order of sleep, but perverted into a form that is frightening and wrong. you feel deeply unsettled and do not know why. are you sick? what does time mean? what does anything mean? maximum despair. -1000/10.
#I hardly ever take naps because I’m so bad at finding that sweet spot#they’re just disorienting to me#but every once in a blue moon you get one just right#like in the middle of summer when you’ve been outside all day#and you get home and take a shower and lay down on clean sheets#and there’s a fan going#and light is filtering in through the gaps in the blinds#but the room is plesently dim#and you drift off and wake up 2 hours later and can’t remember your own name#but it was worth it#it was so worth it
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the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
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Johnny Cade eating a burger way too big for him.. Art req..pspspspsps..please..pspsps..
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Pspspspspsp, here you go…
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…Dally and Pony are a bonus. 🎀🍒
I hope this was what you wanted lmao. Sometimes I'll get confused either you guys like the cuter version of my art or want the actual detailed ones, so here we go. Thanks for your ask, hunny!!! 💌
🌿 – R☆
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very big fan of when shows put wigs on actors and say ‘yeah. That’s him when he was younger fuck you’. No anti aging ai, no teen actor hired. Just. The same guy with a fuckass wig
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Listen, it’s very important that I inform you that my favorite part of Settle Our Bones is when Jason describes Dick’s ass as being the size of Massachusetts 🤣
That’s fricken hilarious because I went back and forth on if I should take that out like 5x 😂
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