#The outsiders socs

[kaytheday]

Her Mother's Perfect Daughter - Beverly Jitney Bush

This fic is inspired by a post from @staygoldsunsets. Post Link Here! A03 Link Here!

Beverly had always been her mother’s perfect daughter. Shining teeth, straight hair, and a graceful poise that come from a lifetime of private dance lessons that her mother has insisted on since she was two. Sometimes Beverly feels like kicking and screaming at the mere thought of another dance class… not that her mother cares. She can still hear her mothers voice in her head. Good girls don’t kick and they don’t scream. They smile and they go about their day. 

Beverly had since made peace with the dance classes and the diets and the makeup and the expectations and the little perfectionism’s her mother has instilled into her. Because making peace with those things is better than not doing them and risk showing the ugly hateful parts of herself. Dancing, doing her hair perfectly, getting good grades, and dressing cute is usually enough to make people look over all the imperfections that her mother would catch. 

Beverly can still remember the first time her mothers impossibly perfect expectations were made known to her. It was back in grade school, when dancing was still fun and Bev was too young for diet pills. Her best friend in the whole world was another little girl named Ace. They would spend recess wrestling and playing make believe. She would come home with grass stains on her knees and ratty blonde hair but despite her mothers incessant nagging, it was worth it. 

There was usually twenty minutes after school where Bev would wait for her nanny to get there. Often, Ace would stay too and the girls would play together. Beverly never asked, but she knew Ace didn’t have a nanny and she just didn't want to go home. This was before they were greasers or socs. Back when kids were just kids and Beverly was carefree with love in her heart. 

There was one day where the nanny got sick and Beverly’s mother came to pick her up. It was the first day all year that her mother had come to the school. Bev was excited to show off her new friend, not even noticing how her mothers nose turned up in disgust and she let out a huff. 

It was on the car ride home that Beverly got a wake up call. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been playing with that girl! Is this why your hair is all messed up after school every day? You are not allowed to play with that filthy greaser anymore! You’ll make our family look bad and you don’t want to do that, do you Bev?” 

So that’s exactly what Beverly did. She listened to her mother and stopped playing with that ‘filthy greaser’. Instead, opting for the other well dressed little girls with respectable parents and straight hair. 

Good daughters must listen to their mothers. Isn’t that something her father used to say? Good girls listen to their mothers. Listen to yours, she knows what she's talking about. So she does. Beverly does everything her mother says… sometimes even more. 

This includes the dancing and the diet pills and the special shampoo and the country clubs and French language classes and learning how to talk to her parents' friends. It also includes the parts that her mother has sworn her to secrecy about. Like the time she ate too much at a church dinner and her mother forced her to throw up in the bathroom so she could fit into her church dress later. A finger deftly swiping down her throat as she gagged on her knees in the stall. Good girls don’t eat that much at a church dinner. See how they’re all looking at you? You don’t want to be a cow, do you Bev?

It’s not that she doesn’t like going to events with her parents and talking to her parents' friends. It’s just… it's not so much talking as showing off. Her parents drag her around to show off to their friends. Here is our pride and joy, our beautiful daughter, Beverly. Sometimes it feels like she’s nothing more than a show pony, a prize to be won. Not a person, just a face. A face that her mother has carefully constructed to be what people should see. Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. 

The only real problem is that she shouldn’t hate it. Beverly knows she’s pretty, with good teeth and hair and she has great manners and good grades. There are a lot of good things about her. So she shouldn’t hate what makes her mother seem so happy and her father seem so proud. At the very least, it gets her mother to stop nagging her. So she tries not to hate that her life has become a constant showcase but she’ll be a glorified show-pony as long as it keeps those bitter parts of herself hidden. Under the surface there is this shameful fear that she is constantly in danger of losing control because of how wild and angry she is. This resentment fills her like a boiling pot. But even a pot as pretty as Beverly is bound to boil over. She just never knows when, and that scares her. 

“Y-You’re so… You’re so… m-manipulative!” The girl looks proud of herself for finding that word. Bev takes another drag on her cigarette as she stares at the girl who more than anything wants to be in their little soc group. But Beverly just cocks her head and smiles, a little thrill going through her at the thought of what comes next. This one is going to sting.

“How long did it take you to sound out that word in the mirror this morning? Probably longer than it took you to do that hair, terrible.” Bev laughs while the girl gasps and turns to run away, tears filling up her eyes. Beverly may be her mothers perfect daughter, but that doesn’t mean she has to be nice about it and she’s definitely not below making fun of a kid with a stutter. Not with the instant satisfaction it gives her.

“You could have just told her no.” Marcia says from her side, taking a drag on Beverly’s cigarette. 

“Yeah, I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” What Marcia doesn’t know is that those little comments contain everything that Beverly can never say. It’s the terrible thing inside her that makes her say it. Ruthless cruel things that will ensure her place in the school's social hierarchy. Beverly knows exactly where she stands and nobody can knock her down. 

Saying little things like those give her a release that is beyond any comprehension. One that she could never talk to any of her friends about. It’s these shots of malice and occasionally beating up on greasers with her boyfriend that give Beverly relief better than any kind of substance. It hits a sick sort of sweet spot, one that Marcia and Cherry have given her too many weird looks for. But they don’t know how it feels. They could never understand the pressure she’s under. The pressure to be perfect. To be everything. 

She can still remember the first time her fist cracked against the cheek bone of a greaser who was dumb enough to be on the wrong side of town. Brill and their friends had plans to go to the lake for the day when they caught the guy on the side of the road. They had pulled over and the boys had jumped out of the car. Beverly found herself following them, despite Marcia and Cherry’s protests that they all get back in the car. 

Beverly had just watched with sick satisfaction as they boys hit each other, wishing more than anything that she could join the fight. Maybe in another life, one that her mother wasn’t a part of, she was a boxer instead of a dancer. Then, when they had the greaser down, Brill offered her the last punch. She could hardly stop herself from nodding, a twisted smile on her face. And so she’d done it, with as much power as those boys, her rings leaving indents in the boy's face. 

Then they’d been off to the lake, not looking back. Beverly spent the rest of the day pretending that the whole ordeal hadn’t made her feel some sort of sick relief. 

It was because of this pressure to be everything all the time, that violence and her venomous words became her only outlet. Underneath all this pressure to uphold their families public image was a deep resentment towards her mother for making her care so much about what people thought. 

She could only imagine if her mother found out about the feelings that her perfect daughter had bubbling underneath the surface constantly. It would probably be like the time she’d bobbed her hair. As soon as she’d come home, her mother had slapped her clean across the face, yelling that they were supposed to be respectable people. That Beverly was not to be modeling herself after those spinsters who were chanting for women's lib and going braless in the street. They were a respectable family and Beverly was going to ruin all of it for a haircut. How selfish. She’d gone to bed without dinner for a week which her mother claimed was a good thing anyway. The crime? Attempting to ruin her families' perfect image. 

Anyone who says that greasers have it worse than socs have obviously never met Beverly's mother and her impossible expectations. 

Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. Truly the pride of the West Side. 

[shuteyeshuttle]

LITERALLY ANYONE I WOULD LOVE LORE FOR THE SOC BOYS IN THE OUTSIDERS MUSICAL (Chet, Trip, + Brill)

I LITERALLY CANT FIND ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR CHARACTERS

[plebbypebblepleb]

MARCIAAAA 🩷🎀

im actually locking in so hard since I keep putting off drawing the things on my schedule, so this took under an hour (not surprising lmao)

ooo also double art post day :3

@greasergirllll

[moondust-artz]

HI I SAW YOU WANTED OUTSIDERS DRAWING REQS SOOO transfem Sodapop 👍

Sincerely, the CEO of transfem Soda~

After drawing fem Soda I just had to genderswap everyone

[anifever]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 you gotta stop sneakin’ through my window, dal.

god, could your room be anymore pink? .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

[tending-the-hearth]

the socs: yeah it’s gonna be easy to beat the greasers especially ponyboy since he’s injured and they’re all distracted plus we outnumber them for sure

darry “superman” curtis running off of “don’t touch my baby” energy, spite, the desire to show off his muscles, and the knowledge that ponyboy feels guilty about everything that happened and who has never had the chance to process his grief: i will squash you all like bugs single-handedly

[hellothereimaloser]

Ponyboy still dreams of drowning...

Before I got sick I managed to draw this oneee, it was hella out of my comfort zone but I like how it turned out eventually 🥺💞

And yes it's exactly what you think it is 😔

[jonathanbonathanjovi]

i’m a photographer and i took these photos

[sodapopper]

People will call Soda pretty boy as an insult but it backfires because every single time he gets super giddy like “no kiddin?? for real?!! 🥹”

[dairyfairyy]

didn't watch the live yesterday-

brent are u ok 😭😭💀

[golden-rolling-hills]

BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY BRODY ON SOC SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!

[sparklingcid3r]

giggling kicking my feet blushing🤭🤭

[im-normal-about-everything]

more ponyboy headcanons (can you tell who my fav greaser is?)

has Curly (and most of the gang) wrapped around his finger

definitely would color his shoe laces and draw on his shoes

his notes are either the most organized of the entire class, or literally all over the place and only he can read them, it changes between classes

Used to climb trees as a kid but fell out one time and hit his head so he had to stop

sometimes he'll just sit with Curly and draw as a kind of date (he usually draws curly)

Loves English class, hates science (me core)

almost all of his clothes are actually other people's. most are darry or soda's, some from other members of the gang and Curly

pony is like the only person that Curly actually listens to, besides occasionally tim and Angela

Tried to crop some of his shirts and it turned out awful

Definitely dyed his hair a wild color at some point, probably purple or orange

his favorite flower is something inside like a spider Lily or a ghost orchid

Would pick up centipedes and shit but if there's an ant on him he's screaming bloody murder

Talks shit about the socs on the track team to the gang and curly

Pierced his own ears and it somehow didn't get infected even tho he used a thumbtack and prayers

Steve was the first to find out about pony and curly, but didn't say anything cause he saw how happy pony was (though he'll never admit it, he does care for the kid)

Definitely used bleach to draw something on one of his shirts, like a skeleton or smth like that (curly made him make one for him too so they could match)

Sometimes he forgets that he's dating curly and will get all smiley and happy when he remembers

he cannot cook for shit, everyone will die, but he makes amazing desserts

He and two-bit are not allowed to be in the kitchen together unsupervised, they will start a fire

makes those hearts out of gum wrappers and gives them to curly

Has gotten into (verbal) fights with gang when defending curly (mostly with Johnny and soda)

One time he walked out of curly's room at an ungodly hour and saw Dallas walking out of Tims's and they both just made eye contact and never talked about it again

Okkk that's it for now!!

[brodygrantdaily]

That’s Brody 👉 That’s Sky 👈

🎥 : Melody Rose

[moondust-artz]

Bob and Randy

Their designs are soo scrumdilidumtious 😋😋

[lemons-bittersweet]

Johnny: No twobit I’m this *shows gay flag*

Twobit: You’re French?