#also Bryon

[herringdoodle]

The Wilders 🌱

[bayazreza]

Flat colored version!

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

My favorite The Outsiders + that was then this is now ships except half of them are rare pairs

Steve x Evie x Sodapop

Ponyboy x Angela

Ponyboy x Bryan

Angela x Johnny

Soda x Cherry

Cherry x Sylvia

Two-bit x Marcia

Dally x Tim

Ponyboy x Cathy

Bob x Cherry

Bob x Randy

Sylvia x Tim

Soda x Ace

[feli026]

Why is he so sillay

[somehwere-between]

The symbolism of hair meaning individuality and identity throughout Hinton’s writing is really blatant in The Outsiders (hair is the only thing greasers have, so on) but it’s actually pretty important to That Was Then This is Now too. Mark and Bryon being described as having somewhat similar hairstyles, Angela’s hair being cut (which I actually interpret in a certain way but it’s… dark), and the stark contrast of Cathy/M&M (dark hair, gray eyes) versus Mark (blond hair, gold eyes, intense/striking) and even Bryon himself (brown hair, brown eyes) all play a role in the story. I know I’m not the first person to notice this but I wanted to say something while it was on my mind

I’ll add screenshots/quotes later

[any59]

ok Passionate Girl needs to back the fuck up, and not just because Bryon’s my man, thankyouverymuch. Girlie pop has passed “coming on too strong” and straight into “creepy” by anyone’s standards

[youllneverseeonascreen]

Pony being LOATHED by Bryon for his rizz level and looks is so funny

[atticsandwich]

ive gotten really into afk journey recently and initially i was very hesitant bc i didn't enjoy afk arena that much but man. everything and everyone is so pretty. and everyone is also 5 seconds away from smooching the hell out of merlin. THIS GAME IS GAY AS HELL

[acourtofquestions]

Full names are: Bryce Adelaide Quinlan & Orion “Hunt” Athalar

[bayazreza]

Lover's Wish

[ladyaupair]

I've been shocked and appalled at what Titmouse did to the show since 2010 tbh (little me freaking out at white brock) tho everyone eventually got fixed except for Orpheus 😔 why 😔

I know the Orpheus whitewashing gets complained a lot but it's still so scary. He looks like he's in a perpetual winter please start getting some sun

Also were they bringing back his al ghul inspiration with this vaguely SWANA looking pajamas? It's cute but if they were bothering with that then maybe they could've brought back his melanin too

[libraryleopard]

Young adult graphic novel

When a high school senior is invited to a party hosted by her crush, she gets drunk and accidentally steals some trinkets–only to learn that her crush is a kleptomaniac and stole them to begin with

The two girls end performing a series of reverse heists to return the stolen objects to their owners, all the while balancing their growing feelings for each other

Fun, expressive art and a cute central romance

Bi/pan main character; lesbian main character; F/F romance

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

I Love the Way from something rotten is actually just Cathy x Ponyboy

[teabunnee]

I am very Bryon and Lorsan pilled, if you’d be willing to write something for either or both it would be so wonderful 🌸 have a great day ahead!!

S/O wants to Touch Lorson and Byron’s ears

Bryson 

You can’t sneak up on him. Lorsan has tried, and failed, multiple times. It was surprisingly good practice for him. 

He knows what you’re doing, and he will dodge out of the way, and you might see a cute slight smile on his face. Oddly enough, Elona won’t warn him, and instead just turns to look at you whenever you try to sneak up behind him. If you’re his romantic partner, Elona probably trusts you enough not to harm her friend. But even with the handicap, he still figures out where you are. 

He compliments you on your efforts in a way that shows he absolutely knows what you’re trying to do. 

The best way is to ask him. He’ll tilt his head, nods and kneels gracefully, like a knight. 

His ears are rather downy, and your fingers sink into them, especially the tips, which are basically fur. They probably help with his hearing and his sensitivity to the wind. 

Touching him, his shoulders drop slowly, and he leans towards you. He starts to rumble in a mix of a low groan and…purring? 

CAW!

Elona ruins the moment because now she wants pets too. Thankfully, her feathers are also very soft. 

Lorsan 

He hates being called bunny ears, but you’ve seen him brush them meticulously during camp, and they look ridiculously soft. 

If you stare at his ears, he will preen and tell you about his routine to keep them as soft and as perky as they are. Wandering around for 3 years has apparently done nothing to prevent him from taking proper care of his ears. 

If you sneak up on him, or grab his ears while he’s talking to you, he squeaks and blushes. It’s adorable. 

With a pout, he pulls off your hands by their wrists and leans towards you. 

“If you wanted to touch them, just ask! And be gentle!” 

Lorsan’s ears are super soft, like velvet, and the pink areas are particularly sensitive 

Dude basically melts under your ministrations. Curiously, you scratch the base a little, and…his leg thumps. 

Both of you stop. He blushes even more now and flees. He won't talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

Lyca tells you later, laughing hysterically, that leg thumping was something you’re supposed to grow out of by your teens. 

[somehwere-between]

Tempted to write shit for Mark Jennings because I want to. I wrote some shit with him ages ago but re-reading TWTTIN for some reason has endeared me to him

[diorgirl444]

to all the greasers i’ve loved before - chapter 1.

warnings: bad writing (my first time writing a multiple part fic ), don’t let the picture of dallas fool you he barely features in this chapter i’m afraid, fem! curtis reader though it is never specified whether the reader is a bio daughter or adopted and so can be read as either, doesn’t follow book canon, 1060 words <3

you had always loved love. your parents were more than happy to recount stories of how you would wander around the house dressed in your nightdress with the lace curtain over your hair clutching onto a small posy of daisies and dandelions. you had called it playing weddings and it was your all-time favourite game.

this obsession with love trickled into other things with most of the cookies you baked being heart-shaped or being the only person to still give everyone, even the weird kids handmade valentines after it was deemed uncool at about thirteen. yes, you loved love but there was an important differentiation, you loved the idea of it. so you supposed it was natural that you began to write love letters the way some people wrote diary entries.

you kept them in a teal silk hatbox of your mothers which had long since lacked the hat intended to be in it. there was one letter for every boy you had liked at one time - five in total. Bryon from volunteering at the hospital, Johnny from freshman homecoming, Dallas from two summers ago, Randy from Model Un and Keith since forever. you supposed your letters were less i love you love letters and more goodbye love letters. they were a way of accepting the crush whilst also allowing yourself to let go and move on. that you could sing to the Ronettes and not be singing about him, that you could buy milkshakes at the diner and not wonder which flavour he’d choose. the letters set you free - at least they were supposed to…

Keith Jacobs was a friend of your brothers but you’d always been a bit in love with him. his mother moved to Tulsa all alone with one son and a baby girl just across the street from you and so your parents, lovely people that they were invited the Jacobs round for a fried chicken dinner. you made a peach cobbler for dessert and when Keith asked for seconds - you glowed with pride. by the time he’d finished his third helping you’d already decided what shade of white your wedding dress would be and from that day he was practically always at your house. there was time when it was the four of you, Daryl, Soda, Pony and Keith but then your parents died and it all changed.

Daryl had to grow up and then the other three all started hanging out later and getting into fights which was fine because you had Angela and Sylvia. well, you had Sylvia till the summer before high school. then suddenly over that summer, she started smoking cheap cigarettes and wearing tight jeans where you were still happy to read a silly romance novel and bake cookies. angie was more like Sylvia really but she was like a street dog who you’d given a treat to - loyal to a fault and kept coming back.

which leads you to where you are now, the last day before junior year and the house is packed. you and Daryl were determined to keep up the tradition of home-cooked meals, mainly for Ponyboy but if you were honest with yourself sometimes as you mashed the potatoes with the radio turned up you would close your eyes and pretend your parents were slow dancing behind you. it turned out that most of your brother's friends didn’t normally eat well so they would often come round too. privately you wish they wouldn’t, they were too loud to you with no manners and they didn’t wash their hands before they ate. but for Ponyboy, the baby of the family you put up with it. You break out of these thoughts when Two-bit speaks, because as you hate to remember he’s Two-bit now not Keith anymore.

“guess who scored themselves a girlfriend”

You choke on your broccoli as all the boys cheer and clap him on the back. your ears ring and you feel like you’re gonna be sick. quietly you whisper to Daryl.

“I don’t feel very well. I think it’s my monthlies - I’m gonna go to bed”

he nods ruffling your hair affectionately as if you're still five and not almost seventeen. you don’t mind - that’s Darry’s way - playing dad to you and your brothers.

“g’night kid I’ll bring you some hot cocoa up and one of those hot water bottles wrapped in a towel.”

as you retreat to your bedroom with tears stinging you hear a chorus of “goodnights” and “feel better soon” from all apart from Dallas. despite your pain you still have the energy to roll your eyes, god forbid Winston cares about someone other than himself for once.

once you clasp your box and retreat under the floral quilts that your mom made you finally allow the tears to fall as you reread the letters. you decide tomorrow you’ll draft a new letter for two-bit, an official goodbye to the foolish hope you’ve clung to for so long. You hear the click of the look, and hastily you shove the letters back into the hatbox and wipe any resounding tears. Pony perches on the edge of your bed holding out the hot cocoa and water bottle that Darry had promised you.

“sissy, you okay?”

you bite back a laugh when he calls you that, a name that he called you as a baby that just stuck. then you watch his eyes catch the hatbox with curiosity.

“what’s that?”

clutching the box to your chest you speak.

“nothing just an old hatbox of mom’s that I keep recipes in. I’ve been working on a new strawberry shortcake one.”

you lie easily knowing that since that’s Pony’s favourite dessert it’ll distract him. he grins widely at you and you are reminded how young he is like a stab in the gut.

“promise?”

he says holding his pinky finger out.

“promise baby, I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

standing up you say to him as you press a kiss to his forehead and place the box away in the top shelve of your wardrobe. he’s still at an age where he pretends that stuff grosses him out so he scowls childishly as he leaves the room. you slip into your white cotton nightgown and finally let sleep overtake you. you’ll deal with it all in the morning and yet in that weird stage between sleeping and awake, you swear you hear the door open once more…

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

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