#Dallas Winston fanart

[lostghost0o0]

Dallas at the Curtis’ house for Christmas Eve. Polaroid taken by Twobit, hence the blur.

Clearer ver:

This is shit, but more on the way! This is kinda rushed, sorry!

[hellothereimaloser]

The piece that was requested by the winner of my giveaway! If you're interested in taking part in the next one just follow my insta @lydie.vion.v2 guys 💞

Anyways, I love them sm, they deserve to see the most beautiful sunset at the beach 💞😍

[badmilkk]

More doodleees

I have some ideas for drawings with more complexity and color (pray that I ever finish them muehehe)

I'm also thinking about starting to post some oc content too...

[fizzysodasocarbonated]

first time drawing dally

[nutsackx]

this image managed to boost my followers by like 2000 I love it

[unwashedspork]

‘Oh, damnit, Johnny, don’t die, please don’t die…’ 

[ghostie-sam]

What’s this? Goofy outsiders fanart?

[chromations]

He was dead before he hit he ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lo echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently--- Please, not him... not him and Johnny both ---I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

Wanted to paint my interpretation of Dally in the book. The outsiders has fully managed to grip my heart and rip it out. :)

[cheryyy-valancce]

Another one heh..

Anyways im gonna be drawing eye pics of all the greasers, heres Johnny's

@gr3ase-g0t-h0ld

[evenmatcha]

I RE READ THE OUTSIDERS AND MY FIXATION IS IN FULL SWING

Anyways, here’s a bounce it animation meme with Pony, Dally and Johnny :P

[a-drewid]

Look it’s book accurate Dally experiencing musical Dally’s death while wearing movie Dally’s necklace! Dally x3

[twobitsblade]

ok ok okkk, so can you do bob sheldons younger sister (like 16?) dating dallas, and him sneaking in and stuff 😓😓

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ feels like sugar in me

[ author’s note: hi darling, this is literally one of the most fun requests i’ve ever received! i loved writing it, and i hope you enjoyed it. kisses and hugs! ]

you were everything dallas winston wasn’t—innocent, sweet, polite. but most importantly, you were a soc—wealthy and glamorous. and he was… well, he wasn’t just a greaser; he was a full-on hood.

your relationship started out rocky—or, well, at least according to you. according to him, he had simply “caught a hot soc broad at the drive-in.” tomato, tomahto, right?

but you never really thought about your differences much, and you certainly weren’t thinking about them tonight as you absentmindedly applied your moisturizers, lotions, and hair curlers—all things dallas teased you for relentlessly. but you knew he appreciated the results, so you weren’t about to stop.

just as you were about to place your final roller, a knocking sound at your window made you gasp. you’d seen too many horror movies for this. before your brain could race through the possibilities for self-defense, that cocky bastard’s new york-accented voice cut through the night air.

“hey, sweetheart, you gonna let me in? i’m freezin’ my balls off out here.”

you scoffed, shaking your head and setting your hair curler down as you approached the window.

even in the dim light of tulsa’s streetlamps, you could see him looking you up and down, clearly skimming over your figure in your pale pink nightgown. you shook your head before unlatching the window.

he climbed in awkwardly, stepping down with a thump. his figure towered over you, the smell of cigarettes filling your nose. you smiled softly as his large arms wrapped around your waist, closing the distance between you two.

“i should be pissed—entirely pissed at you, winston—sneakin’ into my house like this.”

“but you’re not,” he replied smugly. “besides, your snob of a damn brother ain’t here, so there’s no problem, doll.”

and there it was—another one of dallas’s remarks that made you realize what he truly thought of your family.

“c’mon, dal, i’ve told you so many times not to talk like that about him. you don’t know him!” you said, your voice coming out a little louder than intended. and just like that, a new argument was brewing between you two.

“your brother beats people up for fun, baby. you consider him a good guy?”

“i—dallas, that’s not fair, and you know it.”

he was about to respond but stopped, shaking his head as his hands found your waist. without warning, he shoved you roughly onto your vanity.

“i’m not lettin’ some blonde twerp ruin what i got goin’ with the hottest broad on the west side of tulsa, y’understand?”

you sighed before nodding. you were too tired to fight.

he looked up at you with his signature shit-eating grin, but this time not to admire. he plucked at your hair curler.

“now what’s all this, barbie?”

“dal, don’t touch that! you’re gonna ruin it!” you snapped, turning back to the mirror, your lips curving into a firm line.

dallas had this weird ability to bring out a childish petulance in you—one that, even as a child, you weren’t allowed to display to your family. it wasn’t the sheldon way of doing things.

he began walking around your room—of course, he wouldn’t apologize, the jerk—observing the space as though it were an animal enclosure. the pink, girly room you had decorated all on your own.

posters covered the walls—elvis, james dean, marilyn monroe. the sheets were light pink. and god, was it hot, knowing how soft you really were beneath all that prim and proper.

dallas turned back to you abruptly, pouncing. he grabbed you from your vanity and tossed you onto your bed, making you let out a loud, high-pitched, giggly squeal.

“shit.”

you muttered it just as you heard bob’s footsteps stomping down the hall. in a panic, you shoved dallas into your en suite bathroom and waited.

bob entered in his pajamas, his hair tousled, eyes swollen with sleep.

“what’re you howlin’ for?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“nothing, bob. i just—uh—i was on the phone with cherry, and she’s a real funny gal.”

at the mention of cherry’s name, his eyes softened, something gentle flickering in them.

“ah. tell her we’re still on for nine tomorrow at the way out.”

“will do,” you said with a mock salute.

he paused.

“c’mere, kid.”

he held his arms out, and you quickly hopped into them, hugging him.

he wasn’t a good person—you both knew that. hell, everyone in tulsa did. but he was your brother, and you loved him. and you knew he loved you too.

just like he loved cherry. just like he loved his friends. just like he loved the approval he got from society. just like he loved getting away with the things he did. just like he secretly yearned for someone to tell him no. just like he secretly yearned for someone to guide him instead of mindlessly worship him.

and for that, there was no one.

he sighed, pulling away and shaking his head before clapping you on the back, making you let out a slight squeak.

“you be good, alright? you’re good.”

you smiled as he waddled away.

you let out a breath of relief as you shut the door. and in gathering your thoughts, you almost forgot about the man hiding in your bathroom—

“ahh!”

he whisper-shouted, making you jump forward and trip over your rug.

“you absolute dickhead!” you whisper-shouted back, causing him to giggle before peeling off his dirty brown leather jacket and tossing it across your room. you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“how soundproof’s this room, dolly?”

“ugh, dallas, stop it! you’re something else,” you reprimanded halfheartedly as he joined you on the soft, carpeted floor.

[hellothereimaloser]

can you draw dally ruffling johnny’s hair please? 🥺🙏

Some fluff :D They're brosss

Sorry for the delay with requests!

[badmilkk]

The gang + silly doodles because classes are so boring

[garbage-creature]

I drew the gang a while back and decided to redesign them! It's not necessarily 100% book accurate this time but I like these are more fun for me to draw tbh 😊

[nutsackx]

i got bored and did it anyway

sorry to all the dallas haters out there (it’s me im haters)