#I love ponyboy

[wrenammil]

Every time I see a post about Darry getting a wake up call when he was almost Soc— I can literally only think of this scene from Freaks and Geeks



Can you imagine something like that happening?? Like how disappointed Karen Curtis would have been because Ponyboy only told her what happened after he lied to their dad and Sodapop because he didn’t want to get Darry in trouble. Or, how much of a wake up call it’d be for Darry because no matter how close he was with Paul he NEVER wanted to hurt his little brother. Or, how Ponyboy would feel seeing his older brother with the same people that went around jumping greasers who looked just like them (but Darry would never do that would he?)

(Disclaimer: I love Darry so much dude this is not meant to be a hate on his character at all. I need more expansion on him pre-book and his character— but this take, especially applies to the musical version of him) 

[paul-ster]

you are more perfect to me than helvetica font

Not like comic sans?

[kimo-the-bloop]

random ass outsiders hcs (slight spoilers?)

because it’s pride month and this friend group is the most bisexual EVER fr

anyways, this begins with pride hcs and fades into random shit 😭

this takes place in modern times, basically everything’s the same but like there are modern things if that makes any sense

btw i heavily project onto johnny so uhhh im not sorry hes literally me

/SPOILER/ ALSO !!!! johnny and dally aren’t dead in this bc i can’t bring myself to accept their death it makes me too sad, they lived in this bro !!! and probably in every outsiders post i ever make lmao.

Dally : He/him, cisgender, bi

Darry : He/him, cisgender, bi 

Two-bit : he/they, cisgender, pan

Soda : He/they, cisgender, bi

Steve : He/him, cisgender, GAY 🤯

Johnny : He/it, transgender, omni

Pony : He/they, transgender, bi

Dally : The reason he doesn’t like kids is because they remind him of when he was a kid (and he hates remembering his younger self because he was weaker and more vulnerable), 

Darry : He comes off as rude to Pony only because he wants him to have a better life than he’s ended up with (ik this is canon shut up i dont know what to say abt him !!!), 

Two-bit : Kinda like the fun therapist friend that doesn’t get any therapy back, has a horrifyingly accurate Chills impression (yk ‘number 15′), adhd and autism, 

Soda : He and Steve probably ate rocks when they were younger (Soda still does sometimes /hj), he’d watch coryxkenshin and throw a nutrigrain bar at the screen every time and start cheering, Sodasteve real, 

Steve : He and Soda probably ate rocks when they were younger, would watch danny gonzalez or however its spelled, Sodasteve real, autistic, 

Johnny : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he’d bleach one little tuft of his hair and keave the rest bc he thought it looked nice, HE’S AUTISTIC AND ADHD GUYS !!!!, he thinks oversized clothes are fun and probably rips them up sometimes, 

Pony : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he probably had his hair dyed back brown after the events of the book (get it man it looked better brown !!)(besides in that one scene), adhd ong, 

i’ll probably make more later but for now take this *throws this at u*

[redfielddoesthings]

˖☆ COWBOYS ☆˖

⭐*⁠.⁠✧

…(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) asks are being reopened next week. I was sick. — R☆

[tending-the-hearth]

actually thinking about this moment forever if anyone even cares

[grease-got-a-hold]

yes darry has a picture of pony and soda in his wallet. but hidden away in a shoe box he also keeps steve’s school pictures, a candid shot of johnny and dallas laughing on a late summer night, a card two-bit made him for his birthday in ‘62. he holds onto every scrap paper and report card. he collects all the pieces of his boys he can.

[justicefortulsa]

not a lot☹️ just forever😖 intertwined😢sewn together 😭😭

darry soda and pony u guys deserve the world and everything in it i luv you………,,,..,,

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i finally finished this nd i think i’m pretty proud of it yippee and i lowkey mixed the musical and movie descriptions of them so ignore that i wanted too

i also have like 3 different versions of this so idk which i like most raaah

[yourmusicmuse]

A headcanon I gained in the shower and haven't stopped giggling about:

Ponyboy is probably going through or about to go through puberty, and when his voice begins to crack due to his voice changing, the gang calls it "whinnies", as in the whinny of a horse.

God, the way that Pony HATES it. It's bad enough his voice is cracking in the first place!! He's tired your honor, let the horse jokes GO. But alas...they won't. No matter how many offended glares he gives.

[starcraftt]

[milkzfall]

"DARRY DON'T SEND THEM TO A BOYS HOME"

Honestly... I love this. I'm like really happy with it

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My commissions are open

[your-unfriendlyghost]

how the gang sleeps headcannons let’s go!

Johnny: can literally fall asleep anywhere. Light sleeper, but falls asleep really fast most of the time

Dallas: sleeps fully clothed outta laziness half the time- i mean in the scene at Buck’s he was literally wearing jeans for some fucking reason. Often has his head under a pillow ‘cuz there’s always loud music playing. He also probably doesn’t know that you’re supposed to change your sheets.

Two-Bit: Does know you’re supposed to change sheets, but still doesn’t change them. Moves a lot and sometimes wakes up upside down in the morning.

Steve: hugs a pillow cuz he’s touch starved asf. Runs warm and hates using a blanket because it’s sweaty, but also hates not using a blanket because it’s cold, so he’s gotta do that “one leg under one leg over” thing

Darry: takes forever to fall asleep, but once he’s asleep, he’s practically knocked out. often has to sleep through the gang’s chaos, so this is pretty useful

Sodapop: either hates sleeping or loves it with no in between, like a kid who whines about bed time but then sleeps in till noon. walks around wrapped up in a blanket on winter mornings while procrastinating on getting dressed (ADHD’ll do that). Sometimes hauls himself outta bed only to fall asleep again curled up on the floor on the way to his closet.

Ponyboy: Sometimes wakes up with Soda’s limbs pinning him down which is annoying. Probably has a bit of insomnia, and obviously struggles with nightmares. Has sleep-talked before and it always jumpscares Soda

[sunsbrightside]

sketch of the curtis family <3

[paul-ster]

You like Dally and Ponyboy fics right?

Like soft Dally being nice to Ponyboy

Like fics that show them being actual friends

Perchance

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Darry slams the phone down a little harder than he means to, clatterin' it against the wall 'n the pleasant everythin' is just fine voice falls away immediately.

"Everyone with a rap sheet not biologically related to me better start cleanin' or beat it now." Everyone who'd been piled up loungin' on the couch is suddenly on their feet.

"What's goin' on, Dar?" Soda 'n Pony both don't have to ask, jumpin' over each other sprintin' down the hall 'n throwin' the door open so hard it slams against the wall. Clothes fly hodge podge out into the hall, hittin' the wall 'n pilin' on the floor.

"Child fuckin' services are makin' an unexpected call the bastards." Dallas makes a sympathetic sound but grabs Johnny's collar 'n pulls him towards the door. Johnny sighs 'n digs his heels in, jarrin' Dally as he stops. He jerks his head at the laundry room 'n Dallas groans but follows him, both hastily foldin' the pile of laundry Darry had been cajolin' Pony into for two days.

"Oh shit man." Two jumps on top of the couch, flickin' his knife out 'n usin' it to unscrew the traffic signs Steve, Dallas, Two, 'n Soda had stolen months ago 'n Darry had been diligently ignorin' ever since.

"Where's the vacuum?" Pony reappears in the living room, eyes wide. Soda lurches around behind him, head 'n shoulders completely hidden behind the pile of dirty clothes.

"Closet, I'll get it, Pone." Steve ducks behind him, rippin' the closest door 'n yankin' the vacuum from its dusty home.

"Wait no- I got it-"

"Ponyboy Michael why don't you focus on doin' the dishes like you were supposed to do last night." Darry's frantically yankin' windows open to air out the house, which smells a little too much like an ashtray for comfort.

"But I-"

"Pony c'mon." Soda shifts the laundry to one arm 'n grabs Pony by the front of the shirt, draggin' him into the kitchen.

Two finally gets the sign out of the wall, shovin' it under the couch to hide it 'n runnin' into the kitchen to grab a couple of the sketches Pony's done that Darry has pinned to the fridge to cover the screw holes.

"Pony, why are their unrolled cigs under your bed?" Steve shouts 'n Darry watches Pony cringe through the doorway from where he's tryin' to make the mess of shoes 'n coats by the doorway look more presentable.

"Ponyboy Michael we talked about you rollin' your own goddamn kools." Steve snickers 'n Pony stops lookin' at Darry with big, pleadin' eyes to look outlandishly pissed.

"Go get 'em, Glory God, we gotta get rid of 'em." Pony ducks past Darry, not fully managin' to avoid the whack on the back of the head Darry sends him.

Pony disappears into his room 'n they can all hear them get in a couple solid hits back 'n forth. "Ponyboy Michael 'n Steven Thomas we do not have time for this." There's a brief pause 'n then a stingin' slap. "Ohh, Steven Thomas Randle if that leaves a goddamn mark I'm takin' it out of your ass." Pony unsuccessfully tries to hide his snort behind a cough 'n reluctantly shuffles back out, droppin' the cigs into Darry's hand. He shoves the whole mess deep into his pocket 'n clips Pony upside the head again.

"Anyone else have any illegal shit they'd like to turn in while we're on the topic?" Darry glances up 'n finds five pairs of deeply guilty eyes peerin' back at him. "Oh my God."

"Look, you have to promise not to get ma-"

"So, uh-"

"Man, maybe-"

"Everyone shut up. I'm goin' to close my eyes for thirty goddamn seconds 'n if it is out of my house by then I won't say anythin'." Darry presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, tries not to think about the poundin' migraine flutterin' in his temples.

Both the back door 'n front door slam 'n at least four pairs of feet hit the ground runnin'. Glory almighty, he didn't even want to know.

The kitchen tap flips on 'n he listens as Johnny goes to join Pony, flyin' through the pile of dishes. The door to Steve's beater slams closed 'n the four delinquents of the hour file back into the house.

Darry drops his hands from his eyes 'n shoots Two, Soda, Dallas, 'n Steve a glare that says we'll be talkin' about this later. Most of them at least have the decency to drop their eyes to the floor.

"Alright, someone's gotta straighten up this fuckin' living room, one of you needs to go get the beer cans off my lawn, 'n I need two of you to run down to the corner store 'n get some groceries so our fridge doesn't look like y'all ate me out of house 'n home."

"I'll go get the fallen soldiers, they're prob'ly all mine anyways." Two ducks back out the door with a sheepish grin, catchin' the screen door so it doesn't come off the hinges.

"Me 'n Soda can go get the groceries, we can take the beater." Steve fishes his keys out with one hand 'n grabs Soda by the shirt front with the other.

"Oh, nuh-uh. With my luck, you two would get so distracted I wouldn't see you until three hours after the lady leaves. Soda, you get started on the livin' room. Steve 'n Dallas go get the food. 'N take the truck. At this rate, your beater wouldn't start 'n you'd get stranded in the parkin' lot."

Steve shrugs a shoulder, takes the keys 'n Master Card Darry tosses him 'n Dallas nods, both of them peelin' back out the door. Soda pouts but goes to start pickin' up the clutter without a fight.

Lord, if only they were this agreeable all the time.

Pony 'n Johnny report back to Darry, shakin' the water from the dishes off their hands. "What else do you need, Dar?" Johnny wipes the back of his hands on his jeans, 'n glances around for another job.

"Yeah, Johnnycakes, can you help me with dinner? I want somethin' on that table when they show." Johnny nods 'n Darry ruffles his hair affectionately. "Pony, go get in that shower. You look like you just rolled around in the dirt." 'N he's not even that far off. He's got a smudge of ink right across his nose from whatever he'd been workin' on. Pony scowls but turns 'n goes for the bathroom.

Darry waits until he's shut the door 'n then follows Johnny into the kitchen. "Hey, wanna make that casserole they liked last time?" Leave it to Johnny to remember what meal the child services workers had liked.

"Nah, can't make them think we're doin' anythin' to fancy for 'em."

"Gotcha," Johnny nods 'n opens the cabinet, "so, pasta." Darry chuckles, rufflin' his hair again 'n fallin' in beside him to start the water boilin' on the stove.

At some point durin' their meal prep Dallas 'n Steve return, hoistin' five bags between the two of them, frantically arrangin' 'em in the icebox. Pony slides in, takin' over stirrin' the sauce, hair ungreased 'n curlin' around his ears. Darry drops a kiss to his temple 'n slicks his bangs away from his eyes. Soda takes his place in the bathroom, the shower turnin' back on.

Before Darry realizes it, dinner is plated on the table, the sink is empty, 'n the house is as close to spotless as it ever gets. Relief 'n exhaustion hit Darry like a freight train. They make quick work of packagin' up plates for Two, Steve, Dallas, 'n Johnny 'n Darry squeezes shoulders 'n musses up hair 'n makes them all promise to come back in two hours when the visit is done.

His stomach does an unpleasant twist when Steves's headlights swing out of the driveway. He hates these visits. He truly does. He runs a hand up 'n down his neck nervously, glances at the clock.

Pony's head nestles against his side 'n Darry drops an arm around him, pullin' him in. "We'll be alright, right Dar?" And Darry does what he does best: sound more confident than he feels.

"Yeah, kiddo. We'll be just fine." Soda slides back down the hall in he socks, trippin' n' stumblin' like a foal. "Glory, Soda, please don't bust anythin' before the government folks get here."

"Aw, Dar, you're always ruinin' my fun." Soda grins his wide crooked smile 'n Darry feels Pony relax against his side.

"That's what they pay me for. Now, c'mon 'n eat before it gets cold." Pony pushes himself off Darry 'n Soda grabs him rufflin' his damp hair 'n makin' Pony hoot a laugh. They've just plopped down when there's a knock at the door.

All three of them whip around to look.

Darry shoots them a grin that he hopes doesn't look as nervous as he feels. He blows out a long breath, puts his hand on the knob to open the door, glancin' around one final time to make sure nothin' is out of place when his eyes fall on-. "Oh, glory." He reaches up beside the door 'n yanks out the knife Dallas had pinned the shoppin' list to the wall with. "What am I gonna do with y'all?"

"Keep us!" Soda hollers 'n Pony dissolves into giggles. Darry watches them for a moment, Soda's eyes flashin' 'n the sound of Pony's laugh.

"I'm gonna do my best." 'N he opens the door.

also a tag for being very sweet in the tags this is one of the fics I was cookin' up at work today more to come SOON @horsegirlsodapop ilyyy 😭🫶

[eviesqueezie]

curly squeezes ponyboy’s hand, pushing his shoulder into his as the ground rumbles with the sound of a familiar car’s tires infront of them.

“get in the car, pone.” darry leans his head out, anger visibly present on his face. he grinds his teeth together when ponyboy makes no rush to push himself into the passenger seat. “ponyboy. get in.”

curly glances at darry, then back at ponyboy before he stands up and walks over to the car.

“i just wanna say-“ darry glares at him, but lets him continue. “-ponyboy didn’t do nothin’ it was me, he was just there.” he pauses, leaning in so that he can’t hear. “you gotta be good to him, he’s all messed up again.”

darry frowns at that, peering over curly’s shoulder at the obviously distressed ponyboy who had his head resting into his scraped hands.

darry pushes his door open, lightly shoving curly out of the way and squatting down next to ponyboy.

“pony,” he starts, voice soft in the way hes been using more and more often since windrixville. “you gotta get in the car, i’m gonna take ya home.”

ponyboy barely twitches, salty tears dropping through the gaps in his fingers.

darry wraps an arm around his shaking shoulders, making comforting whispers and noises into his ear.

ponyboy shifts, lifting his head up to reveal his red and swollen eyes.

“i ain’t runnin’ away again, i don’t have to this time. right?”

darry inhales sharply, exhaling even more so.

“no, no honey. you ain’t even in trouble, just had to fork over a bit of cash ta get the cops off your backs.”

“johnny’s disappointed ain’t he?” darry’s eyebrows furrow in response. “i promised him..-“

“johnny ain’t here to be mad, pone. and even if he was, he wouldn’t be.”

curly, for once, has nothing to interject with. just filled with the everpresent sense that he’s messing with something bigger than he can tame.

he slides back onto the brick wall next to them both, gulping slightly.

“cmon pony, it’s gettin’ cold and i bet you’d rather be in bed.”

ponyboy’s tears finally dry on his cheeks and he stands up.

“i know he’s gone. i dunno why i thought-“

darry kisses the top of his head and rubs a fist onto his chest.

“he’s still here, pone.”

“that ain’t good enough.”

[tending-the-hearth]

never getting over the fact that at the start of "the outsiders" when ponyboy is getting jumped, while the rest of the gang goes after the socs who attacked him, darry is the only one who goes straight to ponyboy to make sure that he's okay, he doesn't even think to go after the socs, his only priority is going to his baby brother and making sure his baby is okay