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Pony would randomly just jump on his brothers' backs and hug them like a koala while they act like it's not happening cause they're so used to it

Darry walks in

Two-bit: "Hey Darry, I think ya'll are out of bread"

Darry, with a ponyboy on his back: "Really? I'll get some later then." Darry gets out a bowl and starts pouring cereal

Two-bit: "make sure to get the- Woah, you know you got a wild pone sittin there on your back?"

Darry, acting like it's normal: "yup"

Pony: "yup"

Two-bit: "Is this normal?"

Darry: "mhm"

And he just keeps eating his cereal and reading the newspaper like there isn't a 14 year old on him

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life when the dream role is a male tenor (darry curtis) but i am me (a soprano woman)

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Brent’s RITF ad lib tonight 😭

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Sat in a stiff chair in the school office with bruised knuckles and dried blood under his nose, Darry Curtis knows he fucked up real bad.

It ain’t really even his fault, ‘cause he didn’t want to find his little brother gettin’ pushed around by his teammates—Darry’s friends, for God’s sake. He didn’t want to punch Paul when Paul grabbed Sodapop’s jacket and tugged, rippin’ the fabric and tearin’ a line straight down the seam of Soda’s favorite thing.

Darry just saw Soda’s eyes well with tears. And it was instinct to punch punch punch.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the office door bangin’ open and he spots his father.

Darrel—not Darry, ‘cause he would never go by Darry, he’s a full name and look me in the eyes when you speak to me, boy kinda guy—Curtis stands in the doorway lookin’ pissed to all hell, and Darry knows he gonna need a Hail Mary to get outta this.

His dad and the principal—no matter how many times the guy has said his name, Darry can’t remember it for shit—exchange some quiet words with grim looks on their faces before Darry’s called back into the principal’s office.

He’s always found it weird that the principal has an office inside the office, but he can tell that’s not his biggest issue right now when his father’s pushin’ his shoulders down and he’s plopped into another stiff chair across from the principal—God, the hell is this guy’s name?—and sent such a stern look that it makes him feel like he ain’t sixteen anymore, but six with mud cakin’ his face and snot runnin’ down his nose.

Principal dude sighs very loudly and very obnoxiously before sitting his chair on the other side, leaning over with his elbows on the desk like he’s tryna be sympathetic, as if Darry ain’t just another greaser wreakin’ havoc in his school.

“Darry, you’re a great kid. Your grades are remarkable, and your football playing is some of the best ever seen at this school. You know right from wrong. So why’d you attack those boys, kid? Most of them are your teammates, your friends.”

He says it all soft and gentle like, tryna get shit outta Darry like he ain’t accusin’ him of attacking people.

Darry didn’t attack nobody; those kids—Paul, God, Paul—fucked ‘round with his brother and found out the hard way.

Darry doesn’t respond. Rule number one of being a greaser: you shut your damn mouth about everythin’ and nothin’. He wipes under his nose, spottin’ more blood, crimson and wet, on his knuckle. It must be runnin’ again.

“Darrel,” his father growls, in a tone that says open your mouth before I open it for you. “Answer the man. Why’d you attack those boys?”

Darry shrugs, head down and blood drippin’ onto the chair. He can’t find it in himself to care much.

The principal sighs. “You have so much potential, Darry. Don’t throw that away in the name of violence.”

That stirs somethin’ inside Darry, somethin’ deep in his gut.

“I didn’t attack no one,” he says quietly, lookin’ up into the principal’s eyes. “They were pickin’ on my brother. Someone needed to do somethin’.”

The guys eyebrows raise, and Darry’s a bit surprised that his dad’s silent. He’ll probably get chewed out in the car.

“Is violence ever the answer?” the principal asks, and Darry can tell he’s fightin’ a smiles when Darry bites his bottom lip and looks away, mumblin’ a no, sir. “Exactly. I expected better from you. I think a five day suspension should be enough time to reflect on your actions and write those boys an apology. When you come back, I won’t be having to call your father here again, will I?”

Another no, sir and a coupla exchanged words later, Darry finds himself in the passenger’s side of his dad’s truck.

His dad’s grippin’ the steerin’ wheel so tight it might just snap under all the pressure as the pull outta the school parkin’ lot.

He’s in some deep shit now.

There’s a tense sorta quiet for three minutes and nineteen seconds—Darry counted—before his father finally says, in a low, whisperin’ voice, “God, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Darry doesn’t have an answer for that, ‘cause he don’t even know himself. He leans against the car window, hearin’ the birds chirpin’ away.

It’s April. Only two more long and dreadful months before Darry can get outta this hell hole, ‘way from the shit-talkin’ Socs that call themselves his friends before goin’ back to whisperin’ when they think he can’t hear ‘em. Away from the place that makes Paul an enemy and not . . . whatever they are.

“Y’know, your mother and I expect ya to be a role model. Your brothers look up’ta ya. You can’t be doin’ shit like this and expectin’ no consequences ‘cause whether ya like it or not, Darrel, this town won’t give ya any breaks.”

Whenever his dad gets madder and madder, his accent comes out stronger and stronger, slippin’ into his normally warm southern tones, like the one Darry would hear whenever they’d go visit his grandparents. Somethin’ like wind chimes and spun sugar. They ain’t wind chimes and spun sugar now.

“They were pushin’ ‘round Soda, what was I ‘posed to do?” Darry’s gettin’ madder too. Everyone always says they’re too alike.

Eyes on the road. His dad hasn’t looked at him once, even though he’s always preachin’ ‘bout the importance of eye contact and what it says ‘bout a person.

“What ya were ‘posed to do was stay outta it, Goddamnit. Soda ain’t need his big brother fightin’ all his battles. Kid needs to toughen up.”

Darry says nothin’. Wipes his bleedin’ nose on his hand. Soda shouldn’t need to toughen up. He’s fulla smiles and bright eyes, bouncin’ ‘round the house and knockin’ into things like a newborn fawn with wobblin’ legs and a nose to the wind.

It ain’t fair how Pony’ll need to toughen up too, washin’ his hands of the stories he makes Darry tell him at bedtime and the flower crowns he makes in the summer, forcin’ Darry to wear one and makin’ him pinky promise to keep it on forever, as if Darry would ever take it off.

It ain’t fair how Darry’s gettin’ suspended and chewed out by his father while his teammates and Paul are bein’ slapped on the back and fist-bumped and told how brave they are for standin’ up to a big bad greaser like him.

Ain’t none of it fair, but life as a greaser rarely is.

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something something Steve and Johnny sitting in the lot late at night, shiners over their eyes and tears on their faces. Just leaning into each other in a moment no one else in the gang would fully be able to grasp, maybe Dally, but it’s been years since he’s contacted either of his parents.

Neither of them will talk about it in the morning, Johnny will go off with Pony and pretend everything’s fine. Steve’ll go with Soda and act okay. But they’ll both know about the cold nights spent in the lot.

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Melody has decided to not do soc saturday this week

Brie has decided to take a break from ALL social media platforms for a while

Brody has been MIA and only posting to his story every few months

this is what you're doing. you are taking what these people love and spreading lies and rumors making it to the point they can't even be present online. Melody told you to knock it off. So knock it off.

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most men when they’re drunk: 😤🤬🙄

brent comer when he’s drunk: 💅✨🪩 🎀

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scientists: oh hey we found a new species of deep sea feather star, neat :)

the news: TERRIFYING and ALIEN creature with ONE THOUSAND ARMS discovered LURKING in the DEEP ABYSS of the sea

the public: omg im never swimming in the ocean again!!!

the animal:

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yall ever think about how the last thing Johnny ever says to dallas is that fightin isn't worth it? n his last words are reserved for pony? that dallas will die never knowin Johnny thought of him in his last moments? enough to recognize dallas was never given any kinda chance to see the good in the world? that Johnny spent the last hours of his life tryin to make sure dallas knew that it wasn't all bad? or like. are you chill.

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DALLAS WINSTON EDIT

Song: murders by Miracle Musical

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what if I said this was the curtis family when soda was missing their parents and darry offered to read to his little brothers like mom and dad used to?

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Ponyboy would’ve killed himself had it not been for Darry, soda, and two-bit.

No I’m serious. Looking back on the book you can clearly see just how bad mentally he was doing after the death of Johnny.

He was completely delusional and kept trying to convince himself that Johnny wasn’t dead. Going so far as to tell other people, Randy, that Johnny wasn’t dead and he was actually the one who killed Bob.

Ponyboys mental health took a nose dive after Johnnys death and i genuinely believe he would have killed himself had his family and friends not been there. In the movie Two-bit and Ponyboy hang out all day while his brothers are at work. Making it impossible for him to kill/hurt himself. When two-bit isn’t around, it’s Darry and soda keeping an eye on him.

Ponyboy famously said “why couldn’t dally take it, but I could”

You couldn’t take it Ponyboy. You couldn’t, but you had no way of being able to actually do anything about it. The Curtis gang accidentally saved his life.

Ponyboy Curtis would’ve ended up dead and I stand by that.

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Two-Bit: you were right. Johnny: of course i was, i'm older and wiser. Dally: aren't you the youngest guy here? Johnny: hey, i'm older than Pony. Pony, in another room: but i'm prettier!!

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I just hade this thought that after Dally and Johnny died Pony stared to say always say “When Dally and Johnny come back” in place of “if pigs fly” so like Darry would ask him to go wash this dishes and Pony would say “when Dally and Johnny come back I’ll do them”

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Post-cannon Ponyboy who always thinks twice before doing anything, because he’s learned that helping people can be no good

Post-cannon Darrel who always thinks twice before deciding if to yell at Ponyboy because he’s learned how hard it is for Soda and for his relationship with Ponyboy

Post-cannon Sodapop who always thinks twice before asking any girls out because he’s learned that girl will do nothing but break your heart

Post-cannon Steve who will always think twice before bickering with Ponyboy because he knows how much he lost

Post-cannon Two-Bit who will never think twice because that wise guy never learns anything. He just cracks a joke and moves on with his day, FALSE no that guy got emotions and shit. Idk what I’m saying anymore I just couldt think of one for twobit soooo.

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Ponyboy pulling out “I’ve been fourteen for a month” to argue with Darry, and Darry never letting him live it down.

They’re going at it about Pony wanting to go to the movies when no one will be able to give him a ride home afterwards, and Darry’s going on about how dangerous it is to walk alone at night, how Pony oughta know better after everything that happened, and Pony blurts out, “I can walk home from the movies by my goddamn self Darry, I’m fourteen and a half!”

He’s expecting Darry to yell right back, but instead Darry just freezes. “Did you…did you just say you’re ‘fourteen and a half?”

And Pony freezes too, expecting Darry to fully explode. But then Darry’s lips twitch, and he gets a gleam in his eye that Pony learned to dread early on in childhood. Then suddenly, Darry just bursts out laughing. He’s doubled over, practically wheezing, “fourteen-and-a-half….!” And Pony suddenly wishes Darry would go back to scolding him.

Three months later:

“Hey, it’s the birthday boy!”

“What? It ain’t my birthday.”

“Aw, sure it is. The big fourteen-and-three-quarters.”

“Haha, real funny.”

“You want me to mark your height on the wall?”

“Oh, shut - wait, do I look taller?”

Darry: ::😂::

Ponyboy: ::😠::

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bro’s got great expectations…