#darrel shayne curtis

[darrycurtisismywife]

The Outsiders AU where they all die young from lung cancer

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

Sometimes I'm normal and then I remember how sick and FUCKING!!! Twisted Ritfr is for making Johnny watch that!!!

HE FLINCHED ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[sparklingcid3r]

Darry’s face after Pony tells him that Johnny died still puts an ache in my chest every time I see it

I swear, from this moment on he’s only ever wearing the look of a scared kid trying to keep it together

[sunsbrightside]

i think I've been listening to Throwing in the Towel too much

[lleonnoell]

*sigh* here we go again

I just… I love them. They’re so… gay.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Was talking to the lovely @thembrooklynboysbig and had this thought

Imagine Darry tearing though all the custody denial letter from all his family members after his parents died

Darry sat at the kitchen table with tears in his eyes as he realizes he really does have to do this alone

That those aunts and uncles who played with the boys as babies weren't real family and that's he'd have to grow up over night

His first real confrontation with being utterly alone

[greasegotahold]

For me one of the most continually painful parts of pony and darry's relationship at the start of the book is Pony dropping "I hate most guys with green eyes" and then making sure you know darry's eyes are green

[m4sonn]

Soda: “my hungry ass could not be a brain surgeon”

Darry: “what do you mean?”

Soda: “:3”

Darry: “what do you mean by that??”

[ponyboymichalcurtis]

Modern Darry would be ordering shit off Temu left and right

Him with those fuckass monkey slippers. No context. Oh to be able to draw, because I can’t see him in those ratty ass slippers

They would beat up too, even though he only wears them in the morning before he gets ready for work. They just came that way.

[living-mites]

can we stop ignoring the fact that Darry's second job is canonically stripping?

like didn't Susie confirm it.

I never wanna see any more fics where Darrys 2nd job is anything but stripping.

spread the word.

[thereallattehottay]

he’s so silly i love him

[darrycurtisismywife]

Darry: Ducks are better than rabbits.  Ponyboy: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.  Two-Bit: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.  Ponyboy: We’re not talking about flavour, Two!  Two-Bit: Flavour counts!  Ponyboy: Who carries around a duck’s foot for good luck? Anyone?  Sodapop: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I’ll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Who’s cosier?  Ponyboy: Okay, but-  Sodapop: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHO’S COZIER?  Dally: Then why don’t we take a rabbit, a duck, stick ‘em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!  Ponyboy: BECAUSE IT’S ILLEGAL, DAL!  Dally: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, PONY!  Darry: I- Jesus-

[hearts4shii]

Me after reading temporary by Legends_never_die on ao3

[sparklingcid3r]

The words were out, hanging in dead space between them. So cruel and violent. Pony wished he could take them back, but no retraction would ever repair the damage he’d caused.

Something in Darry must have died that night. Or maybe Ponyboy had finally killed what little was left of him, and snuffed out any chance he had of getting his relationship with his big brother back.

In which words sometimes speak much, much louder than actions.

-

Pony always thought that Darry would be the one to cross the line first. Pony knew how to put a cork over his fury; tasting copper was better than a verbal beatdown. Biting his tongue was one of the few things Pony was better at than his brother.

But he really ought to have known, with his nose constantly shoved in a book and all that. With enough pressure, every dam will break.

Darry’s eyes glittered like ice as he stood from the recliner, his arms folded. Soda was there, too, though he stayed curled up on the couch, letting Darry play bad guy.

“Where the hell have you been, Ponyboy? Curfew was two hours ago.”

Pony was tired. He wasn’t in the mood, so he kept his gaze low. “You guys didn’t have to wait up. I was fine.”

“How are we supposed to know that? You didn’t tell us about your plans after school, you didn’t call, nothing. When you don’t show up, what are we supposed to think?”

He shrugged. “I don’t gotta share everything with you.”

Darry thought that was a hoot. Pony could tell by the mean scowl on his face as he said it.

“So long as you keep your nose outta trouble, you know I don’t care what you do.” That was true. After the accident, Darry could have been a lot worse. By all means, he should have been. A lot had changed in their family, he supposed, and Darry was trying out a few new tactics.

He ran roughshod over Pony’s retort before he could make it. “You didn’t even think to tell me you’d be out late, so here we are, making sure our kid brother ain’t been left for dead somewhere, worrying our asses off, just for you to walk in, right as rain.”

Somewhere along the way, Soda ceased to exist in their world. He couldn’t have said when.

“Glory, Darry, are you happy to see me or not?” Pony snapped. “Make up your damn mind!”

“Happy?” Darry scoffed. “Yeah, I sure am happy you think the rules we have in this house, under my roof, don’t apply to you.”

“I ain’t saying that—“

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause all I been hearin’ is a load of bull.”

Darry was getting real mad. He liked keeping his southern twang on the down low—Pony figured it had something to do with his bitterness over not getting the hell out of Tulsa—but it flared up when he got all riled.

Pony knew he should throw in the towel and just start appeasing, but the tiniest spark of indignation lit a whole fuse in his chest, and suddenly he was hollering right back.

“I don’t gotta tell you anything, you said so yourself! I wasn’t doing nothing wrong, so what if I show up an hour or two late? I’m here, aren’t I?” And it felt real good seeing, even for a second, the startle in Darry’s face, that his pathetic little brother could spit fire right back. “All you do is holler my ears off, day and night. Lay off already!”

Darry recovered so quick that if Pony had blinked, he’d have missed that sweet moment altogether. “You better watch that tone, Ponyboy, or so help me God.”

“Naw, you don’t go pulling this with Soda. Why does he get to do hell all without no permission?”

“Because Sodapop’s pulling his damn weight around here, helping me pay our bills and for our groceries. And this is how you repay us, by sneaking around past curfew and letting me think some Socs got their hands on you.”

Pony never wanted to do to Darry what he thought the Socs would do more than in that moment. He wanted to wrap his knuckles and sock his brother in the mouth, see how he liked it being someone else’s punching bag. Using Soda like that was a low blow.

Of course, he was about as capable of hurting Darry as a fly was against a bear, but his chest is too hot and tight to consider retreating now.

“If money’s all you care about, I’ll drop outta school and get a job. How’s that sound?”

“Don’t you go even entertainin’ that thought.”

“Then don’t you go dragging Soda into this!”

“Why shouldn’t I? You’re killin’ us, Ponyboy! That’s all you been tryna do lately, send us both to an early grave!”

“You wanna talk about graves? Mom and Dad are gone and all you’ve been doing is tryna replace them, but you ain’t even good at pretending to know what you’re doing!”

Shame was already boiling in the pits of his stomach, but his anger blinded him. The best he could do was turn his back and flee.

Darry caught Pony by his bicep. His grip was tight, and Pony’s first thought was that he was about to be tossed into the couch. “Don’t you dare pull that shit on me, Ponyboy Michael, using them against me—“

Pony wrenched his arm free and whirled on his heels, smacking Darry’s hand with a snarl carved out of his face. He pointed an accusing finger and let his fury loose in the worst way he could think of:

“I wish you had died instead!”

Time froze. His hand wasn’t quick enough to cage the monstrous words back into his mouth. They were acidic and would have burned on the way back down, but he would have preferred it.

Even Soda, watching from a distance, was stunned into abject silence, his lips parted and his chest heaving up and down, yet he made no sounds.

That was all it took. Not a clenched fist adorned with sharp rings or a heater packing back to back rounds. Six words laced with vitriol from the mouth of his kid brother, and Darrel Curtis buckled.

What did Pony say next? Should he speak at all? He peered through Darry’s glassy eyes and saw the fresh devastation they harbored within. Where he saw it most, though, was where it did not show itself at all. Darry’s hands were loose at his sides, unfurled and calm. He was perfectly still, not even harsh pocketfuls of air shaking his shoulders as they so typically did. Save for his shuttering expression—a coldness steadily fought for the place of raw hurt—Darry was just a body stood upright.

“Darry, I…” Ponyboy‘s rasp was wet and quivering. He felt the heat of shame and tears on his face, burning his ears and behind his eyes. The words shriveled up when they reached the cusp of his tightening throat.

Sodapop tried to intervene. His hand went up as if to brush Darry’s arm, but he thought better and settled on hovering just above.

“Hey, Dar—“

“Go,” said Darry, strained. “You have school tomorrow. Go to bed, Ponyboy.”

Pony nodded immediately, but Darry was the first to retreat. He pulled away from Soda. Pony staggered back to let him through, and he was spared no glance in the aftermath, not that he deserved it. He didn’t deserve any of what Darry had spent the past two months giving him, or anything that came after.

It was only a matter of time before Darry hated him for it, and he was pretty sure he just set that process on a fast track to fruition.

[alaskan-wallflower]

no because darry was genuinely a sweetheart in school (reminder he only grew cold when his parents died) like everyone was scared of him because 1. he has SEVERE resting bitch face, 2. he’s 6’2’’ and easily 250lbs of pure muscle and 3. he was captain of the football team and one of the best in his class. but he would be SO encouraging to his teammates. He never had a mean word to say about anyone. He would help people out with their homework and maybe even worked as a tutor for a bit. paul used to be the bully of the two of them but never around darry. paul was lowkey kinda two faced until darry caught him bullying some freshmen and that’s when their friendship started straining ngl He was the definition of “looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll”

there’s a reason he was voted boy of the year. just saying.

[lleonnoell]

No matter how you love me, it will always be wrong in the eyes of God, so love me and lose me all at once.

(Or; Like this, but also—like this)

Y’all don’t understand how happy I am that y’all enjoy my Parry art 😭🤚 I get so happy at every notification