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Dallas: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Darry: What did you do?!

Dallas: NOBODY DIED!

Darry: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

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hi <3

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they invented being freaky

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On Facebook and insta (I think) the outsiders house posted a picture with some of the socs names/the actors names!!

Here’s their names:

Gene Bledsoe - khaki sweater

Chris Lasson - burgundy sweater

Daryl Boyd - yellow sweater

AND

Gene- far left blue sweater

Daryl - brown sweater by Mustang

Chris - Blue jacket far right.

I bet yall are gonna go FERAL now that the socs in the movie have names

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boykisser dallas winston come home the kids miss you

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one time pony fucking ate shit during a track practice and they thought he got a concussion and oh my god darry was the worst mother hen ever. he was terrified outta his damn mind. then darry fucking falls off a ladder at work and sprains his ankle and he's back at work in 2 days insisting its nothing. like what

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Definitely not me

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Hey um

The outspiders

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Chew Tobacco, Chew Tobacco, Chew Tobacco, Spit!

warnings!⚠️: substance use (chewing tobacco), mention of underage drinking and smoking, cussing, peer pressure, mention of throwing up

summary: Tex tries chewing tobacco at the hands of Johnny and he likes it (oneshot)

a/n: heyyyy, I hope yall enjoy this one because I had to do some research for it lol. The title popped in my head (it’s a line from “boys round here” by Blake Shelton) and I KNEW I had to write about it. Kinda wrote this strictly for the title….

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Tex and Johnny always took a smoke break during lunch. Every day, on the dot. Well, technically it was just Johnny’s smoke break, Tex didn’t smoke. Although he thought it looked cool, he was scared he would get in trouble so he was just there since he’s Johnny's best friend.

Today was different though, instead of being outside, Johnny was in the cafeteria. Tex saw him and looked at him with a suspicious look. “Takin’ a break from smokin’?” Tex asked, half teasingly and half curiously. “Cole said that if he catches me smokin’ again, he’s gonna whip my ass,” Johnny chuckled. “Well, what are you gonna do now? Just quit cold turkey?” Tex asked. “Nah, I got an alternative.” Johnny looked around before pulling a can of Grizzly out of his shirt pocket. “Damn Johnny, where the hell did you get that?” Tex asked curiously. “The same place I got my cigarettes from. I made friends with the corner store owner that’s on the other side of town and he lets me get them.” Johnny explained. He opened the can and the faint scent of the chew filled the air between them.

“Want a pinch? It’s on the house. Plus, wasn’t your birthday not too long ago?” “My birthday was six months ago,” Tex chuckled as he took a small pinch of the tobacco. He had never been one to get into trouble. He’d never smoked before and he didn’t get drunk for the first time until he was about 15. “And then you place it in between your gum and your lip,” Johnny instructs. Tex does as told and he ends up with a small lump in the front of his mouth. “Could use a little work,” Johnny comments. “It’s a little bitter, don’t ya think?” Tex says. “You just gotta get used to it.” Johnny replies. “Whatever you say..”

Tex shifts in his seat as he starts to feel a small buzz. It’s nothing big, getting drunk feels crazier to him. “This ain’t gonna make me do nothin crazy, is it?” Tex asked nervously. He couldn’t be caught under the influence at school, dad or mason would kill him! “Nah, you’ll just get a little buzz,” Johnny reassured him.

What Johnny didn’t tell him about is the nauseous feeling that would hit him in fifth period, where he sprinted to the bathroom, the buzz now gone. “Goddammit Johnny,” he muttered as he hurled.

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A day or two later, Tex found himself sitting in his room craving that buzz again. “What has Johnny done to me?!” He wondered. He thinks about it for a minute before deciding that on his way to the ranch, he’ll stop by the corner store that Johnny goes to to get his fix, just this once.

He walks into the corner store, his heart beating fast. This place is on the other side of town, so nobody should see him that knows him. The older man at the counter greets him as he walks up. “Could I get a can of dip?” Tex asks softly. The man behind the counter chuckles. “Son, there’s all kinds of chew back here. Are you even old enough to buy it?” “Well, I’m a friend of Johnnys, so I was wondering if you could….” Tex trails off, not sure what to call it. “…set me up.” He decides. “You mean Johnny Collins?” The man asked. “Yessir,” Tex replies. Sometimes he gets nagged at by his friends for having such manners, but he can’t help it. “Alright kid,” the man grabs a specific can that looks just like the one Johnny had. “Your total is 5.97,” “For one can?” Tex asks. “Yeah son,” the man replies. Tex reluctantly forks over six dollars from his pocket and grabs the can.

Once out to his truck, Tex gets a pinch of the chewing tobacco and puts it in his lip, this time putting it more in the side of his mouth. Once he was all set, he stuck the can in his shirt pocket and headed for the ranch. This time, it felt like he was buzzed for longer and he was less nauseous.

He worked and worked on the ranch with the dip in his mouth until he couldn’t stand the sensation. He quickly scooped the pinch out of his mouth and threw it on the ground. That’s when he heard a vehicle pull up. It was Mason, who must have just gotten home. “Texas!” Mason hollered excitedly. Mason was the only one who got to call him that without getting hit. “Hey mace,” Tex said, hoping Mason didn’t see him spit the chew out. He had forgotten about the can in his pocket, he had a habit of doing that. “Say Tex, what’s that in your pocket?” Mason asked probingly.

Tex knew he had been caught. He decided that maybe if he played dumb, he’d get out of it. “Where?” He asks. “Right-” Mason pulls the can out of Tex’s open shirt pocket, “here.” “Oh, cmon mace, I was-” “don’t give me that “mace” shit right now Texas McCormick.” Mason sounded pissed, just like Tex knew he would be. Damn it to hell with his forgetfulness! Mason’s anger must have radiated onto Tex, because when he opened his mouth again, his voice was cold, a tone that shocked even himself. “I was holdin’ it for Johnny,” Tex protested. “Boy, I watched you spit that dip out on the ground, don’t lie to me!” Tex instinctively backed away as Mason yelled at him, thank god there was a scorching hot gate separating them, he remembered perfectly well what happened the one of the last times he and Mason fought. Mason sighed as Tex backed away. “Texas come back, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he sounded more hurt than anything, and Tex slowly reapproached the gate.

“If I catch you with this type of thing again, I’ll make it hurt,” Mason threatened. “Yes sir,” Tex said. He wasn’t sure why he was using such manners to his brother, just something about the way he talked he guessed. “I know you’re a little busy, I love you.” Mason said, the can still in his hand. “I love you too,” Tex said. As Mason was walking away, Tex hollered after him, “you ain't gonna tell pop, are you?” Mason shook his head and chuckled. And then, shockingly, he chucked the can at Tex, who did not catch it. Tex picked up the can and thanked Mason. “Well, you paid your money for it, so I figured it was right,” Mason smiled and got back in his vehicle and drove off.

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The way I’d let those hands do ANYTHING to me

𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 ౨ৎ 🌷

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I bet yall are gonna go FERAL now that the socs in the movie have names

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She is READY to graduate 😭

Daria crashes out and sets highland on fire and moves to Lawndale

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The WAY i would let this man…..

WHERE SRE MY CLOTHESSSSUSHHHH this is NOT funny

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Ponyboy Curtis core

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Ty!! Like I said i know little to nothing about horse racing but I AM glad he didn’t have to look like that after all lol

GUYS GUYS GUYS

So we all know that Dallas is a horse jockey for buck right? Well here is the description of one:

“A jockey is someone who rides horses in horse racing or steeplechase racing, primarily as a profession….. They must be light, typically around a weight of 100–120 lb. (45–55 kg), and physically fit. They are typically self-employed, and are paid a small fee from the horse trainer, whose colors they wear while competing in a race…”

(from Wikipedia)

Which MEANS that

A. Dallas is skinny asl!!! Or at least a little scrawny.

B. HE MOST LIKELY HAD TO WEAR A STUPID ASS UNIFORM WITH COLORS BUCK MADE HIM WEAR

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he would look a little like this:

OR this (more modern ver.)

so yeah…..

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GUYS GUYS GUYS

Edit: I’ve been proven wrong, but the post still stands

(Link to where I got lowk clocked by someone who knows what they’re talking about🥀)

So we all know that Dallas is a horse jockey for buck right? Well here is the description of one:

“A jockey is someone who rides horses in horse racing or steeplechase racing, primarily as a profession….. They must be light, typically around a weight of 100–120 lb. (45–55 kg), and physically fit. They are typically self-employed, and are paid a small fee from the horse trainer, whose colors they wear while competing in a race…”

(from Wikipedia)

Which MEANS that

A. Dallas is skinny asl!!! Or at least a little scrawny.

B. HE MOST LIKELY HAD TO WEAR A STUPID ASS UNIFORM WITH COLORS BUCK MADE HIM WEAR

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he would look a little like this:

OR this (more modern ver.)

so yeah…..