#curtis who

[tending-the-hearth]

little baby ponyboy immediately latching onto johnny the second they meet and hating being separated from him, giving johnny the feeling of being so purely and truly loved by someone that he hadn't experienced before

little bitty ponyboy who isn't even ten yet looking up at dally with big, wide eyes that are full of awe and so completely curious and giving dally the spark of feel like a real person again, something he thought he lost

little bitty ponyboy shrieking with laughter every time two-bit tells a joke, making two-bit feel like more than a clown, making him feel like he's got someone who relies on his jokes to get through the day

little bitty ponyboy who loves his brothers more than anything in the world, and clings tight to darry when their parents die, and screams when the social worker tries to pull him out of soda's arms, and begs the judge to let him stay with his brothers because they're his only family

little bitty ponyboy who is a beacon of joy, and innocence, and hope, who holds the gang together like glue despite the fact that he can't even see his own importance and sees himself as a nuisance to his brothers as he grows older.

johnny, who doesn't waste a second before shoving ponyboy out of the burning church to make sure he lives.

darry and soda, who drag themselves out of the house in the middle of the night because they got word that their boys are in the hospital and all the way there they're praying that it's not happening again, they can't lose anyone again, but then they see ponyboy sitting in the hall and the entire world rights itself again

just... ponyboy who becomes the final linking piece between the gang that makes them feel like a family, a single unit.

[confession-session]

my roman empire is reading classic literature involving two male protagonists and yelling "GAYYYYYYYY" at the poor unsuspecting pages

[hexmari]

Only real ones get it.

[biteofcherry]

You don't fool yourself thinking he let you go out of the goodness of his heart. He didn't have a heart.

For years you lived accustomed to the notion that he kept tabs on you, because once he considered something- someone his, he would never truly let go. But as long as he didn't have his goons dragging you back to him, you were fine pretending that you're finally free.

Even if at times - rare, empty nights with a bottle of vermouth and an itching so deep in your core - you wondered bitterly, if your sweet freedom was because he had more entertaining projects to warm his bed.

Fleeting thoughts. Quickly replaced with the comfort of little dreams you were working on achieving each day.

But the light of passion and hope could be dimmed not only by the monster that still lurked in the shadows.

Brutal reality of heartless capitalism and injustice were bubbling like a tar. Which other leeches used to their advantage.

Small, sleazy scum, who amped their threats the longer you resisted, the harder you fought. They hurt others and undoubtedly would go for your neck next. Or other parts.

It was despair of a drowning person to reach for that razor blade.

Even if his help would bleed you a little, he had the power to pull you out of the murky depths.

If he chose to do that.

The cold glint in his eyes, as you walked across the polished floors of what used to be your home, filled you with dread. He could so easily say no and throw you out.

A fraction of warmth you felt in your chest was a shallow sense of safety. Just for those few moments no one would hurt you. Not here. Not in the monster's lair.

Only he could.

There were two other men sitting with him in the lavish space of the dark living room. Judging by the tumblers in their hands and pleased smiles, they were celebrating a small business victory.

Small, because even if for them it was a grand project, you knew it was an insignificant chunk for him. A bone thrown to the starving dogs.

"Gentlemen." His voice as he addressed his guests was like a blade to your balance.

Your legs nearly gave out.

It's been so fucking long since you heard that velvet poison of a voice.

"We have to cut our evening short," he declared, without taking his eyes off of you.

"My wife appears to be in need of me."

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Who is he?

[l0stfoster]

GAY PEOPLE JUMPSCARE

I can’t lie, I’m pretty much set in stone on making this now. It’s not the whole song but it’s a good minute and a half I think. Thought that I might as well get myself some solid designs down so I don’t get too inconsistent, especially since I’ve never considered a Paul design before.

He paid for Darry’s varsity jacket :silly:

It’s fully sfw btw. I know that one pose is fruity as fuck [ok maybe the second one kinda is too] but it’s not gonna be anything else. They’re just two dudes making out, as they should. I really love the musical for giving us the lines about them n stuff, really makes me want more of them.

ALSO. THE ‘BROTHER’ ANIMATIC ISN’T CANCELED ORWHATEVER I’m just,, so burnt out on it. If anything I’ll cut down the audio and it’ll be a lot shorter than it was gonna be. Love you to death Darry but my style fluctuates so much that multiple frames of line-art is a struggle. I might be drawing more of these to

[claritys-silly-things]

Dally: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Johnny: I did. I broke it—

Dally: No. No, you didn’t. Soda?

Soda: Don’t look at me. Look at Two-Bit.

Two-Bit: What?? I didn’t break it.

Soda: Huh. That’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?

Two-Bit: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken!

Soda: Suspicious.

Two-Bit: No, it’s not!

Steve: I-If it matters, probably not…Pony was the last one to use it.

Pony: *gasp* Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Steve: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Pony: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Stevie!

Johnny: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Dally.

Dally: No. Who broke it??

Everyone: …

Two-Bit: [whispering] Dally, Darry’s been awfully quiet…

Darry: Really?!

Two-Bit: Yeah, really!

Darry: Oh my God!!

…

Dally: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Dally: …

Dally: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[fruitblr]

DOCTOR WHO | Wild Blue Yonder (2023)

[stardust-sunset]

darry nearly lost his shit at work once because he heard a mother tell her kid in reference to him ‘that’s why you go to college’ after watching him roof a house

[meyerlansky]

maybe if you bombed during the day, you'd hit your targets.

[laurapetrie]

You made a princess of me.

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1869)

[tending-the-hearth]

"are we gonna get separated?" "i don't know, baby"

[kiyomisworld]

2000s au :333333333 🔥🔥🔥😖🔥😖🔥🔥

also who tf is pony calling 🔥🔥

[elbiotipo]

this phrase of "bombing them back to the stone age" is frankly bloothirsty, completely genocidal and appaling and I never heard someone use it unironically outside of a comedy movie general

But then I thought, did I really never heard it before? No, it isn't the first I heard it, it sounded like a very Usamerican stock phrase, so I looked it up...

Explains a few things.

[hellonearthtoday]

...

I don't even really have a caption for this I just blinked and this was Infront of me

i have so much to say about my specific version of Curly and I'm keeping silent because if I speak I won't be able to stop

[biteofcherry]

Raised voices and boasts of triumph hushed as if cut with a blade the second you stepped into the brightness of the throne room.

Eerie, how the grand hall always seemed shrouded in soft shadows when your father sat on the throne, but now lit up with brilliance.

It wasn't a blessed change, however.

You knew not to welcome the light, as deceiving as it was, for one monster replaced the other.

You walked across the polished stones, knowing that far below it dungeons spread, where your father's broken body lied.

There was no tune of mourning in your chest. Not for the man who kept you locked and groomed like a pig to be served at the most celebratory feast. It was all you were to your father - a tool to gain more power and riches.

Not allowed to step a foot outside the tightly secured inner walls of the citadel since you were a child. Living in shadows and shrouded in legends he spun about you to the outside world.

Though you knew, thanks to your servants, that as much as others believed you to be of rare beauty and a docile lamb of a potential wife (like your father wanted everyone to believe), there were also mocking rumors that you were kept hidden due to ugliness, or sickness.

Whenever you tried to rebel, it always ended with vicious words, more restrictions and an accusation of being ungrateful for the protection he gave you from the cruel world.

But that protection was false.

The proof of it making you walk through the throne room toward the bloodthirsty conqueror, who broke your father's defences in less than two days of siege.

A beast, who awaited your approach.

His men stared at you, hungry like a pack of wolves ready to strike and rip a pound of flesh.

It only made your spine lock into a steel rod. Your head held high as you continued in a poised stride.

You wore your most ornamental dress; adorned yourself with jewels, as a warrior carries his weapons.

You did not bow, nor court, when you reached the steps on which the throne was raised. Where the new ruler of your kingdom stood, his lips curving into a grin the longer you held his gaze without flinching.

Tall and broad, his dark armor still carrying splatters of blood.

His eyes, however, were a striking hue of blue.

"Look at you," he stepped so close to your side that you could feel the heat of him seeping through the fabric of your dress into your skin.

"Ice and fury barely contained."

There was a delight in his voice, as if he was pleased finding out that you weren't the fragile flower like the rumors claimed.

"You're honed from harder steel than any weapon, aren't you?" He said your name, rolling it on his tongue with a low purr.

One that reminded you of what conquerors did to the Princesses of kingdoms they've just obtained.

"And you have a taste for breaking me." You didn't let your voice quiver, challenging him with a promise of resisting every pain he slashed your way.

"Breaking you?" His brows arched in surprise and then he burst out laughing.

"No, my fury." He shook his head as his laughter faded.

"I have no desire to break you." He touched your cheek with a single finger, tracing it gently.

When you hissed and made a move to turn your face from his touch, he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Rulers have wild animals, leashed and sitting at the foot of their throne. Bobcats and cheetahs. I shall have a wild cat of my own, too."

His words clipped around your neck like aforementioned leash, vowing to keep your life bound to his; this beast who was excited to meet your fury with his own relentless ferocity.

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Who is he?

[l0stfoster]

You guys are liking the Darry drawing and I feel nice SNEAK PEAKS‼️‼️

20 years old, parents assumedly died on/around his birthday (thank you musical for that one). How do I be normal about him.

I have a birthday angst post in mind for him LMAO.

Ignore the really shitty wip last frame I have the entire like, last 50 seconds of this song to draw stuff for

Formatting the shit for a TikTok too, won’t be posted as a comic but prolly a video w/ stills later