#Parry wip

[ya-what--ya-erster]

@ivys-head-is-spinning @deim0sdread Have this. …..

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JUST TO BE CLEAR THIS IS HALLA WORK IN PROGRESS BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SORRY THE SPACING IS WEIRD SO IS THE TIME SKIPS DEAL WITH IT <3

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“Help yourself to some food, and you can show yourself out whenever ya please. I gotta go, Paulie. Ill be home for a while midday, then I gotta go to my other job and I aint gonna be home til late.” “Mhm.” Paul mumbles, pulling his eyes open just a little. He reaches forward and kisses Darry. “Bye.” Darry says, and he leaves for work.

He thinks about Paul all day. He thinks about him until its late and hes walking through the door. He steps into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, and he finds- The table is stacked with grocery bags. On the fridge, theres a note left.

‘I put the refrigerated stuff away. Dont worry. Also made one of them sandwiches i know ya like. Get good rest.’

Darrys grinning like an absolute idiot as he reads the note, signed by ‘P’ with a little heart next to it. “That asshole.” Is what he says, but really its a weight lifted off his shoulders. Food. Enough for a week or too. That saves a lot of money, money he can use to pay all the other things he has to pay.

“I need some cash.” Paul says to his father. “Whatd you do with what I gave you this mornin?” “Went grocery shoppin.” “Your mother went shoppin.” “Not for us.” “Who, then?” “You remeber Darrel Curtis, yeah? Hes in a bad way. Him and his brother are working two jobs each, and Ponyboys picked up part time so he can still go to school and theyre still barely payin for nothin. I though maybe Id… help em out.” “Spent my money on grease then?” “Sorry, I just thought-“ “Youre a good kid.”

Two days later, Darry has a day off, and hes treking across town to the west side to thank Paul. Hes dressed as nice as possible, and when he knocks on the Holdens door he feels fine. “How can I- Darrel! Oh, its been such a long time! Come inside!” Pauls mom greets him. “Hi, Mrs. Holden.” He says. “Is Paul here?” “He will be in a little while. Why dont you come eat? I just put breakfast on.” “Oh, I couldnt-“ “Of course you can. In fact, Ill send you home with some for your brothers too!” Paul pushes through the front door then. “Hi, mama- Darry. Hi.” Paul smiles. And Darry cant help but look away as his face turns red. “Darrel’s going to join us for breakfast.” Mrs. Holden says brigtly. “You should have just slept in. It would do you some good.” Paul says to Darry. “I’m used to getting up early. I just… thank you, Paul. For the food. You aint got a clue how much it means to me. With all you gave me I might have enough money to do Christmas for Soda and Pony.” “Do you not usually?” Paul asks, a concerned look on his face. “I try to do a good dinner, but we really aint able to afford much else.” Darry admits. “Im glad to have helped.” “I love you.” Darry whispers. Paul looks around nervosly, the returns it with a smile. “Come sit!” Mrs. Holden calls from the kitchen. Darry playfully punches Pauls shoulder. “Cmon bro, your mom is gonna feed me.” Paul laughs. “Okay bro.”

“So Darrel, Paul says you work for a roofin company. Tell me bout it.” Mr. Holden says. “Its good.” Darry replies. “Ive fallen off my fair share of roofs, but lucky Im grease cause most of the houses I fix are one story homes.” “How are your brothers?” “Good. Pony still dont talk too much after what happened. Most days he dont say nothin at all. But hes gettin better. And Soda, too. Hes gettin better.” “Im glad to hear it. That poor boy didnt do a thing to deserve what he got. Losing his best friend.” “Hes real torn up about it.” “It must be hard on you too.” “Its sad. But I aint got time to mourn. I gotta work so we dont lose nothing else.” “Youre too young for how fast youve had to grow up.” “I, uh, I better be headed home maam.” “Let me get you some food!” Mrs. Holden jumps up and begins rummaging through cupboards. Once she finds some tupperware she loads it full of hashbrown and bacon. “Paul, wont you drive him home?” “Course I will, mama.” Paul smiles. He stands up with Darry. Pulls him close by the waist and leans in and- pushes him away as quickly and he can. “Here, Darrel.” Mrs. Holden presses the tupperware container into Darrys hands. “I hope my boy treats you right.” “What?” Darry coughs, nervous. “I saw that honey, it aint just a friendly thing. And i think i always knew. Its okay, boys.” Mrs. Holden takes Paul and Darrys hands. “I wont tell nobody. But if you two are in love, thats what it is and im proud of you because love is a beautiful thing.” “Thanks mama.” Paul’s says, tears filling his eyes. “Of course baby. I love you. Now you two go. Ain’t nothing romantic going to happen in front of your mama. Darrel, you and your brothers and all your friends always have a safe place here. Always.” “Thank you, Mrs. Holden.” “Get out! Go! Have fun, use protection, I love you boys.”

Paul parks the car in Darry’s driveway and the two of them go inside. “Pony, Soda! I have breakfast for y’all. Mrs. Holden made it for ya.” Ponyboy sits down at the table next to Soda within a few minutes. “Heya, Paul.” Two-Bit appears in the kitchen too. “Hi.” Paul says. “We already ate, so you boys help yourselves to this stuff. We’re gonna go. Talk about some stuff.” “Sure you are.” Soda says with a grin.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” “You better.” Paul pulls Darry to him and does indeed kiss him. “I love you so much.” Paul says. Darry pulls away. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever understand. You’ve done so much for me… for my brothers. I love you and so don’t think nothin will ever make me stop. You know there ain’t no way I’ll ever be able to pay you back for what you’ve given me but I’m gonna do my best to pay it back by being the best damn boyfriend you ever did have. I promise.”

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DARRY x PAUL || SHOTGUNNING

Crow was my first customer of the night thank you crow you’re so awesome. Take a wip/sketch of Paul and Darry shot gunning. It works with my headcanon that Darry smokes so W to that too.

[simandy]

[crow2222]

hello Darry x Paul nation. I come bearing my newest WIP

[hoeheaven]

Out of Time comic coming soon!✨

“A week had passed since the Westview anomaly. Captain Rambeau had deservedly taken up the mantle of S.W.O.R.D director after Hayward’s affective dismissal, with her new position and new powers it seemed everything she’d dreamed of since childhood was coming to pass. The thought of one day leading hair-raising missions, protecting the world from sentient weapons, and above all receiving powers was all that had soothed her to sleep and woke her up every morning since the age of seven years old, and in every single dream her mum had been beside her as she always was. Holding her up, pushing her forward. Now that she had it all none of it mattered.”

[nexternalknowsthingz]

ITS PARRY TIME!!! 🤭🩵

[darrys-laundry]

need everyone to know bob dylan’s positively 4th street is such a paul x darry song — via. my playlist

[brokenlovesong]

Paul Holden WIP because I think the first chapter is gonna be done soon :)

(yeah its turning out to be multiple chapters... what have I done)

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Once his little group of Socs entered their teenage years, the football team became an option and they all practiced with each other to make sure they were at the top of their game. So much so that Paul was only a freshman when he made it onto the high school team, something unheard of. His coach said it was because he knew Paul was a hard worker, that he had a lot of expectations, and that he had to live up to them. He couldn’t just be mediocre or even above average. He had to be the best of the best or else why was he taking a risk on a freshman.

Coming onto the team as a freshman was big news that spread throughout the high school. Paul knew people now, and people knew of him. The high school football team was held to pretty high regards around town. With a team that won as many games as their team traditionally did, it guaranteed the top schools were falling over each other to nab the players for their undergrad classes.

But Paul was still a stranger. He wasn’t blind to the cautious looks parents gave him that weren’t given to his white teammates. He had to work twice as hard to be given half the amount of credit because if he wasn’t the best of the best, he was dragging the team down and his position should’ve been given to someone more deserving, someone considered less of a “risk”... and not in terms of just being a freshman.

No one understood what it was like. Paul would spend every moment of free time working out to strengthen all his muscles or perfecting his passes. Bob put in some effort. He knew he was a sho-in to make the team once he entered high school. But didn’t understand why Paul put in beyond that.

Everything changed the following year when Darrel Curtis joined the team. An East side Greaser kid who no one expected to make it on. Hood didn’t even usually attend tryouts. Football was a sport that required lots of money, from the uniforms and gear to the overly expensive varsity jackets everyone sported. It wasn’t a sport for families who weren’t so well off.

Paul knew of Darrel. The west side didn’t tend to mingle with the east side, especially in school. But Darrel had managed to surpass his class status and become a golden boy. He got good grades, better than one might expect from a Greaser. Some of the best in the grade, actually. And he had a charm to him that not even the most popular girls could resist. He was someone everyone said would make it out of Tulsa.

Paul had to admit, he was a bit envious. He may not have gotten the same level of scrutiny Darrel did, but he still felt like he didn’t belong and he was yet to be treated as if he did by the team. He was always the last to know when the team wants to run plays outside of practice or if someone’s parents are gone for the weekend and they’re throwing a massive party. But here Darrel came, strutting in and was “one of the guys.” He wasn’t even from their world (though neither was Paul.)

THE FIC IS NOW UP! CHECK OUT “EVERMORE A STRANGER”

[alaskan-wallflower]

first time animating and it’s parry 😪

[pupspuppet]

"Collected periwinkle" I've always loved collector. So now it's got me rather curious. :o

When the Collector is out collecting, Periwinkle likes to take naps in his big, cozy coat with all of her other collected friends.

Thanks for the ask!! 💜

[happy-little-nightmares]

greeting cards in progress....

[kitschykricket]

WIP work!

[crow2222]

So I HAVE gotten a big fat art block all of a sudden and I can’t do anything but stare at this sketch I made yesterday or Saturday

[voerman]

thinking about saera and wyll sparring together :33

[crow2222]

everytime someone says this i glance over at my unfinished brokeback mountain parry art

Oh god Darry and Paul are so Jack and Ennis

[really-burnt-toast]

Day 5 of drawing COTL unholy alliance stuff until the update comes out

Kids! (The goat is about to adopt a lil spider)

(rambling + bonus under cut again)

I TECHNICALLY FINISHED IN TIME BUT POSTED A CORRUPED VERSION SO AAAAAAAAA

it's also technically a wip because I planned to colour this... anyway.

Thanks to my friends for giving me random animals to draw as children after I frantically asked the group chat 🙏🙏🙏 (I was given Peacock, Ball Python, Manatee, Platypus, Dog and Bunny. I added the Cat and Shrew personally.)

Also, bc the friend who suggested the Platypus begged me to;

A baby platypus???

PARRY THE BABY PLATYPUS!

Ps. If you saw this post posted 4 times but messed up/corrupted - no you didn't shush