#curtis who

[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

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

If your ever having a bad day just remember your not Darrel Curtis having to read his younger brothers theme where he’s called heartless and a bitch a hundred times per page while his other brother is being called hot and perfect every time he’s mentioned

[sodapopper]

No thoughts, head empty, just Darrel Curtis Jr. every time he calls one of his brothers baby or honey.

[girlishwhimsies]

obsessed with this image. why does dally look vaguely pissed at everyone. why is soda so far above everyone. why is johnny GLARINGGGGG at cherry. i love it

[crow2222]

[cowboys-bones]

THE CURTIS BROTHERS

[confession-session]

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

[laurapetrie]

You made a princess of me.

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1869)

[thursdaysbagman]

bring back camp medieval films with men in tights

[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.

[l0stfoster]

Fellas is it gay to kiss your situationship in an alleyway and then explode the lights when he compliments you?} EDIT: TIMEWING WROTE A LITTLE DRABBLE ABOUT THIS

Also some other misc doodles from the same canvas those 4 r just my favorites

Also a little sneak peak thing (I haven’t finished it yet) but TLDR:

Two forgot to let the other harpies know he gave Paul a feather; they had their own assumptions seeing it.

[meyerlansky]

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

[hexmari]

Only real ones get it.

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Hey quick reminder to everyone in the fandom

Ponyboy isn’t a fully matured teenager, he’s not even technically supposed to be in high school, he just turned 14 in the book, Of course he’s immature, he’s supposed to be in middle school.

[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?

[qprpbj]

streets saying paul kissed his ring before decking darry in the face at a show question mark .. i said oh im sure