#dallas curtis

[burnt-pheonix]

"And I know where to look..."

Sorry if it's deep fried to shit. I gotta draw on my laptop and then emil it to myself lol :b Anyways enjoy the boys

Dallas and Romero both belong to this very talented guy: @ratwhowrites

[ratwhowrites]

Feeling a bit silly and I’ve recently done a lot of work on lore for my stories and working on making them connect. I would love to share but I’m curious who y’all would want to see.

This is just a fun little thing so I can share my goobers with you all.

[ratwhowrites]

Dallas's story in a nutshell

"This character deserves better," I say, making things even worse for them.

[livfordoodles]

Outsiders based off book descriptions <3

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

LOOK??? LOOK AT HOW THEY STAND??? Just like their older brothers <333

[coquettejohnny]

do you think their periods ever synced up

[cowboydarry]

love how darry and pony both have the same reaction to being told to shut the fuck up and get along

[curtisberzattos]

A collection of my favorite SE Hinton Outsiders tweets:

BONUS: the multitude of tweets correcting ppl that sodapops real name is just soda. pony was "exaggerating" when he made the birth certificate comment to cherry.

(rusty-james is 14 mind you 😭)

[gre4zerz]

PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who hasn't seen this:

I'm fine with that answer. (He probably gets decent tips)

[chaotic-starlight24]

Darry can tell who walked into the house depending on the sound of the door. Every member of the gang has an entrance that can be very easily missed.

Dally slams the door open and doesn't bother to close it behind him.

Steve opens the door and then slams it behind him, then goes to bother whoever is closest.

Johnny is almost always following someone so if the door stays open a bit longer and is quietly shut then Johnny has followed them in.

Two-Bit is similar to Steve except he dusts off his shoes. His mama always gets onto him tracking dirt so it's a habit.

Ponyboy quietly opens the door and shuts it behind him and usually calls out a I'm home. Or he's completely quiet except for the fact he stomps without realizing it.

Sodapop is almost always excited when he gets home so he accidentally slams the door into the wall and apologizes. He also usually announces he's home.

Darry just wishes they would stop slamming the door, it hurts the door and he's not exactly itching to fix the hinges.

[socgf]

love this deleted scene in general because i love dally and his two little brothers dynamic but what always makes me laugh is johnny trying his best to back them up 😭😭😭😭

him looking over at dally at the beginning like "here we go with this routine again" and then his halfhearted "more seltzer.. needs more seltzer 😕" and getting cut off by dally i can't stop laughing

also pony is so into it like "the health people are gonna CONDEMN this place 🤬" i know once they walked out dally was like "a little heavy on the theatrics this time pony"

[ratwhowrites]

The Breaking Point

TW: Swearing, mentions of torture, manipulation, kidnaping

“Dallas!”

Artemis screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice was starting to give out. She just needed him, or anyone to hear her. Please, she begged silently. Please save me. A manical giggle interrupted her thoughts

“Scream all you want Artemis! That hero is never coming!” Romero wouldn’t lie to himself and say he wasn’t enjoying this, seeing Artemis on her last string. She had started off so strong, fighting back and hardly listening to him. Now she could barely stand as she begged for someone to save her. It was highly amusing.

Artemis put all her force into one last scream, praying to whatever gods were listening that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.

“Dallas!”

Her throat felt as if it were on fire. She coughed and tried to yell again, but it came out weak and hoarse. Romero sighed in disappointment, standing up from his seat.

“Oh believe me, I know. I’m disappointed too. I wanted this to be big! I wanted a show! A glorious fight where he comes to save you, finally proving that he cares about something other than his career. But it looks like I was right. He’s selfish. No one is coming for you Artemis.”

“No,”

A quiet mumble came from Artemis. She looked up at him, but the defiant look had long faded away. She looked to be on the verge of tears, trying to convince herself more than Romero.

“He’s not selfish… he- he’s good.”

She slapped her hand over her mouth as soon as she saw his expression. He smiled, but it was anything but pleasant. It seemed almost bitter as he kneeled down to her level, staring directly into her eyes.

“If he’s so good… if he’s as gracious as everyone says he is… then where is he Artemis?”

Artemis shook her head, refusing to answer him but unable to look away. Romero sighed in annoyance, getting visibly more irritated.

“Where is he?! If he’s this wonderful hero, then why hasn’t he come to rescue you yet? It has been six months now. Aren’t you two inseparable? Correct me if I’m wrong but that normally means he cares. If he cared, he would have saved you already! He would have saved Flynn already! But he didn’t… You know this has happened two times already? TWO TIMES! And now… you are the third time he has chosen his career as a hero over his so-called friends. Don’t you get it Artemis? He doesn’t care about any of us!”

Artemis was violently shaking her head, not wanting to believe it, but the evidence didn’t lie… Romero might be right… What if he never saves her? Tears wouldn’t stop streaming from her eyes as she mumbled ‘He’ll come back for me’. Romero sighed, composing himself as to not scare her anymore. He reached out and gently wiped her tears away, and this time, she didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry kid. How about I make you a deal? If he doesn’t come for you in five days, I give you a choice. You can go home, everything will be like how it was. Or, you could stay here… permanently. We could use someone with your abilities here at the castle. You’d have a nice big room, a comfy bed, all the food you could eat, and money to fund your work. What do you say?”

Artemis went silent. If he had offered this six months ago, she would have spat in his face and say she’d rather die than help him. But now…

“Can I think it over?” She was surprised by her own words. How could she even consider that after everything he put her through? Still… it meant somewhere to stay.

“Of course. I’ve got some work to finish up. Flynn will be down with your dinner in a little while. Sweet dreams CC.” Romero nodded before going back up the stairs, leading out of the dungeon.

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Five days had passed and Dallas never once made an appearance. Artemis had already lost hope. Romero descended down the stairs, his boots making a sound as they made contact with the stone steps that Artemis had grown accustomed to. In his hand, he held a key. Artemis sat there expressionless, waiting for him to say something.

“Good morning starlight!” He cheerfully chirped. “Today’s the day!” The prince leaned down and placed the key in its place, and removed Artemis’s restraints. Even afterwards, she sat there, a look of pure hopelessness in her eyes. It seems like Romero had finally broken her.

“Have you made your choice yet?” He tilted his head, still smiling. She looked up at him blankly.

“I want to go home,” her voice was still hoarse, leaving a stinging feeling from speaking. Even her voice sounded monotone. “I want my mom.” Romero tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“Ok! Your stuff is all ready for you at the door. Say hi to auntie Meridian for me!” And with that, he left.

It took Artemis several attempts to just stand up, her legs no longer used to walking, causing them to give out. She fell a few times, bruising her elbow. Finally, using the wall as support, she made her way up the stairs, wincing in pain as she did so.

Just as Romero had said, her satchel was there with all of her possessions. She carefully bent down and picked it up, the weight nearly causing her to topple over. She limped through the halls, trying to remember the way back to the main room, where the doors were. Everything looks so much nicer up here, she thought to herself.

After twenty minutes or so of wandering, she made it to the large doors. Freedom. She put all her weight against the door, pushing to get it open. She wasn’t prepared for the blaring sun to beam down directly on her. Everything was suddenly too bright to look at. Perhaps from spending six months in the dark dungeon where the only source of light were the torches that were occasionally lit. She squinted, attempting to shield her now sensitive eyes from the sunlight, while she looked around for the exit off of castle grounds.

As she walked, she passed a fountain, sparkling in the light. She took the opportunity to asses the damage by looking at her reflection. The rippling water made it difficult as it distorted her image. From what she could see, her clothes were filthy as was her stringy hair which had become matted and horribly tangled. She looked disgusting and beaten down to say the least. Her wrists were heavily bruised from the restraints that had held her all those months. Oddly enough, it felt like they were still there. She was distracted from the thought by a sudden pain in her stomach. She rummaged through her bag to see if there was anything to eat. Romero had been kind enough to provide her some snacks, as well as money for the journey home. She greedily scarfed down the food, feeling a small bit of energy return. She stood and started on her way back home.

The journey had taken longer than she had hoped, even after falling asleep in the carriage that sped back to Silverstone. She used the money Romero had given her to pay the driver for the trip. She spent the last hour of the trip thinking about what she’d say to her family when she got back home. How was she going to tell everyone that Romero, who had been presumed dead, held her captive for months? Dallas crossed her mind briefly, wondering what she would say to him. Would she be angry? Would she cry? She didn’t know and was honestly too exhausted to care.

She stumbled out of the carriage, breathing in the familiar dusty air of her hometown. Her torn boots left prints in the dirt as she went. When out of the blue, the last person she wanted to see came rushing out of a small shop. Dallas’s movements were odd and slightly stiff, but it must’ve been her imagination. He spotted her, an expression she couldn’t quite place crossed his face.

“Artemis?” He blinked to make sure she was real. She stiffened and stared him down.

“Dallas.”

“Where the fuck have you been?” He demanded, narrowing his eyes at her. She jumped from the sudden harshness in his tone. Whatever she had expected his reaction to be, this was the farthest thing from it.

“I- I could ask you the same question,” She started. She planned to chew him out for abandoning her, but before she could get another word out, he snapped back.

“No no don’t give me that horseshit! You disappeared for months without a word and come back just to try and get rude with me? I asked you a fucking question. Where have you been all this time? Do you realize your mother has been worried sick? Spencer has gone out every night looking for you. And you know, I could have used your help when those monsters attacked the ranch. So where were you then?”

Artemis was left speechless for a moment. They had been looking for her? She stood there, mouth agape as she struggled for a comeback. But all she could come up with was,

“The ranch was attacked?”

“Yeah. Spencer was nearly killed because he was so damn tired looking for you. Everyone was.” Dallas spat, venom in every word.

She was still in shock, wanting to go home and check on her family. But she wasn’t finished with him just yet.

“Listen here. I have spent the last six months enduring hell because of you! He kept me prisoner, reminding me every day that you weren’t coming. But I didn’t listen,” Artemis hissed. She became more upset as she recalled her time at the castle. “I believed that you would come and save me because we were friends. But because you don’t want to own up to your mistakes, you left me behind with him!” Fresh tears fell, she voice becoming shakier every minute.

“He tortured me, and hurt me. And I held on because I waited for when you would come and rescue me. But you never did.” She trembled with rage and fear, all the emotions she had forced back came bubbling to the surface all at once as she proceeded to scream at him. When she had finished, she was breathing heavily, the panic setting back in.

Dallas stared at her with a murderous look. It sent a chill down her spine. She has never seen him this angry before. And it was terrifying.

“You want to know where I’ve been?” He started, taking a small step towards her.

“I have spent the last six months trying to cover up the mess you left behind.” Another step. “I have been working to help Meridian make ends meet, keep this town safe, and be there for the family that YOU left behind! I haven’t done anything other than help everyone here and I am sick of being accused of things. How dare you try to blame this on me after everything I have done for you and your family? I have spent every second of every day, providing for someone in some way. I found you, I brought you here and gave you a home. And you come back blaming me for your disappearance?” Dallas was now a few inches away from her, standing at his full height, towering over the frightened girl.

“You shouldn’t have even bothered coming back.”

Artemis didn’t know how long it took but before she knew it, she was running back to the castle doors, her legs threatening to give out from under her.

Romero was caught off guard as Artemis suddenly tackled him in a hug, burying her tear-stained face into his coat.

“You were right about everything. I got there and- and he blamed me. He was so mad. You were right… he didn’t care..” She sobbed. Romero sighed and wrapped his arms around the shapeshifter.

“Oh Artemis… I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you, I really did. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. Shh, breathe kiddo. It’s ok. I’m here for you.” Artemis relaxed a little bit, looking up at him hopefully.

“I want to join you. To stay here. If.. if you’ll still let me.” Romero smiles softly, ruffling her hair.

“Of course, you can. Tomorrow, we’ll get you some clean clothes and anything else you want. How does that sound?” She finally smiled, wiping her tears and giving a small nod. “Wonderful! Ellen would you be a dear and show Artemis to her room?” Ellen responded with a simple ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ and led Artemis up the stairs. The prince gave a small wave before returning to his desk.

Romero chuckled darkly closing his spell book which had a bookmark placed in the chapter titled Illusions.

[cheezy-whizz]

Shout out to dysfunctional teenage friend groups from 80s movies, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[fortheunsungheros]

This might be my favorite hc of all time

[twobitlover69420]

“i aint reading allat” im in your home

[listofwhyyouloveher]

how do u think the greasers would react if their gf kissed them with flavored lipgloss on?

Summary: The Outsider react to you kissing them with flavoured lipgloss

Warnings: none Author's Note: guess how many lipglosses I have (i have 80!!)

PONYBOY CURTIS

He’s a shy guy and he wont kiss you that often, because pda makes him embarrassed

So when you kiss him out of the blue AND you’re wearing a lipgloss that tastes so good he’s literally blushing out of his mind.

He def will ask you if its edible because he doesn’t want it near his mouth it if it isnt

When you say yes, he’s pressing small kisses to your lips because he wants to

JOHNNY CADE

Is not much of a PDA person but will do it occasionally, this was one of those times.

He kissed you and immediately noticed your flavoured lipgloss.

He just smiled at you because he didn’t know what to say

Now you know to wear that lip gloss more often.

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s a flirt, he’s obviously kissing you, often when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you.

After he kissed you he wiped your lipgloss from his lips while teasing you but then he tasted it a little

He’s laughing and telling you to wear it more often

Def leads to a little make-out session where at the end your lipgloss is totally smeared and everywhere.

STEVE RANDLE

Finds it really funny to ruin your lipgloss, whether it be from smearing it with his thumb, bumping you while your reapply or kissing you over and over

When he kisses you out of the blue, he’s so shocked that you had flavoured lipgloss.

He asked you who you were wearing it for and you rolled your eyes and said him

He’s ruining your lipgloss all the way after that

TWO-BIT MATHEWS 

He actually got a couple of lipglosses for you and asked you to wear them

Little did he know they’re actually flavoured. 

You picked his favorite flavour and kissed him and hes floored

He asked where you got them from and you remind him that he did. He’s so happy with himself

DARRY CURTIS

Tries his best not to kiss you a lot because he has to put up a stoic front and cant be caught lacking

So when he finally does kiss you, albeit a short peck, and his favorite flavour is on your lips he’s actually got a small blush dusting his cheeks.

The whole day he’s just staring at your lips and stealing kisses from you

So much so that you think he has more lipgloss on his lips that you do by the end of the day

DALLAS WINSTON

He’s ok with PDA, its something he does when hes bored.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips and suddenly its an intense make out because he’s tasting his favorite flavour 

Is definitely grossing out everyone who sees him because he’s literally obsessed with it.

Tells you to wear that more often