#like in windrixville??

[positively-peachy-143]

I feel like we don't talk about the gang's funky little whistle enough

[chippedshake]

Reminder that Ponyboy carries a comb around in his back pocket. Everywhere. For no particular reason.

[radarsteddybear]

Ponyboy for the whole dang novel: Darry hates me.

Darry, every time he says anything to Ponyboy: I love you, I love you, I'm scared to death that you'll be taken away from me, I want to give you every opportunity I didn't have, I love you, I love you...

[sparklingcid3r]

Something I’ll always love about Soda and Darry is their fire and ice contrast.

Soda, whose love runs so hot it burns. It draws Pony in and keeps him at Soda’s side, craving the warmth and safety that his bonfire of a brother offers.

The way Soda wraps Pony up in his arms while they’re under the blankets and Pony’s anxiety and fear is rolling off his shoulders in waves. After nightmares, it’s Soda’s natural warmth he gravitates to. He’s a sun, and everyone else spins on their orbit, but they’re all revolving around him and his whims.

Soda, who’s one of the best fighters out of all of them. The way he sparks and blazes, quick on his feet and jabbing his opponents with the heat of a cigarette burn.

Soda, whose anger is an eruption of pent up fear and frustration, slow to ignite but a wildfire once it does.

Soda, whose letter was the lighthouse Pony needed to see to start slowly making his way home to his brothers.

Compared to Darry, whose eyes got cold and hard after their parents died. Who doesn’t smile anymore but who’s melted by Soda poking warm fun at him, and who’s shattered by the tragedy that follows Pony from the lot to Windrixville back to Tulsa.

Darry, whose love is a cool stream of air on a sweltering day in June, invisible and unassuming until suddenly it’s all around.

The way he was the iceberg that Soda and Pony found purchase on in the middle of the dark sea of grief, staying firm and upright, freezing himself so that nothing could touch him, nothing could risk breaking him too, not when his brothers needed him. He’d sooner lose himself than the rest of his family.

Darry, who has to wait for someone to step up to him at rumbles and who can take a blow on the chin that would knock anyone else down. And once he gets his turn, it’s hit after hit, kick after kick, a hailstorm that pins his opponent to the ground.

Darry, whose anger is loud and roaring like blizzard winds, but once he gets quiet it’s frigid and biting and permeating every room of the house.

Darry, who hugged his kid brother while he was still covered in soot and ash and doused whatever lingered of the blaze that followed him to the hospital.

Just two brothers who exist so differently yet so similarly, trying to look out for their family the only ways they know how.

[thatonetotaldramaguy]

Hiya gang!!🤩🤩

It’s Pony cutting Johnnys hair back in Windrixville

I hope ya like it!!😎😎

I’m a firm believer Pony sticks his tongue out while he concerntrates

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Darry Curtis hc because this day is shit and he's my comfort character

-Does that thing where he kind of dances/shimmies to music unconsciously. Steve made fun of him for it once, and ever since Darry’s tried to tone it down, but never really succeeds. (Steve never bugged him about it again because Sodapop got so mad at him for it)

-Doesn’t laugh often but when he does it’s the kind of laugh that’s completely contagious. Surprisingly Ponyboy’s sarcasm and Johnny’s dry quips end up making him laugh more than any of the rest of the gang’s bawdy or situational humour

-Makes the best scalloped potatoes known to man. Both Soda and Ponyboy practically beg him to make them for their birthdays or special occasions

-Ponyboy went with him to the gym once after windrixville when they were trying to find an activity to bond over and it ended with Ponyboy attempting to keep up with him and Darry having to practically carry him to the car. They decided Darry would teach Pony to drive as a bonding activity instead

-Was up for a promotion to foreman at his job that would have had a decent pay raise and didn’t tell Soda or Ponyboy about it. He made it to the final round of interviews but ultimately didn’t get it and was SUPER crushed. (Same Darry, same)

-His eye twitches when he’s pissed off but trying not to show it

-Sometimes when Ponyboy is out with friends or goes to bed early, Darry and Soda will have a mini conference where they discuss whether they think he’s doing ok because Darry is terrified of messing Pony up and needs the reassurance he’s doing a good job as guardian

-Taught Pony to shave and it was actually a really emotional time for him because their dad had taught both him and Soda how but wasn’t there to teach Ponyboy. It hurt even more because Ponyboy was so excited about the fact he finally HAD enough facial hair to need to shave and Darry was kind of punched in the chest remembering that Ponyboy is only fourteen, and that he’d had so much less time with their parents than he himself had.

-Doesn’t talk about the gang or his brothers at work. Not because he’s ashamed of being greasy or anything (a lot of guys on his work crew are east side guys) but because work is his only escape from being a leader/grown up and having to take care of everyone. In fact, he’s one of the youngest full time guys on the crew, and because of that he gets a lot of ‘shut up and listen to your elders’ kind of jokes from the guys in their thirties and forties, which he finds ironically funny on good days, and gets lowkey pissed off about on bad ones

-Has skipped meals when money is tight so that his brothers have enough food

-Didn’t regret fighting Paul at the rumble even though they’d been good friends in high school, because after the Curtis parents died Paul told him to let Pony and Soda go into care and to look out for himself and not ‘kids who aren’t your problem Darry’ and Darry never forgave him for it

-The gang and his brothers think he doesn’t have time for girls, and he doesn’t, not really, but he goes to the same diner during his lunch break each day to flirt with one of the waitresses there- a girl he went to high school with who was also meant for bigger things but got stuck in Tulsa just like him.     (listen I’m multiship trash who also has a soft spot for tarry but this idea lives rent free in my head ok)

-His way of dealing with issues when he’s unsure is to just ask himself what his dad would do and if he doesn’t know what his dad would do he panics

-Is TERRIFIED of the dentist and so its the only thing he’s kind of lax about with Pony and Soda because he refuses to be a hypocrite and not go when he makes them go, but also…he’s terrified

[damthosefandoms]

On one hand, fuck the whole “Soda dies in Vietnam” concept (which is literally confirmed to not even be canon), and glorifying war is gross, and that whole part of history was Very Very Bad and I want that on the record.

But on the other hand, say there’s a timeline where Soda did get drafted, had to fight, and came home and the thing is that Soda was always the one to understand his brothers, not really the other way around, and now the roles are reversed for him and Ponyboy. He’s the one nobody wants to let sleep alone because of nightmares. Soda’s the one no one wants walking anywhere alone, less because they’re scared of him getting jumped and more because they’re scared of him getting lost or getting hurt because they barely got him back last time. And then there’s the implications of the doctor giving it a name for what’s going on with Soda—shell shock, because that’s what they called PTSD back then—and Darry realizing that that’s gotta be what Pony’s been going through since Windrixville. And now Pony’s going to college and Darry’s going to be alone with Soda and for the first time ever, Darry thinks dealing with Ponyboy was easier, because when it was their parents or what happened to Johnny and Dally, they all felt it, but this isn’t something either of them can relate to, and Soda’s different now, he’s not the “easy” brother to work through things with anymore. Darry remembers how Soda wore their dad’s dogtags (from when he went to Korea when they were all so little, before Ponyboy was even born) around town back after their parents died like they were a security blanket and now, Soda wears his own, one of them dented by a bullet that probably should’ve killed him but he got lucky. He got lucky and he came home and he’s never gonna be the same happy-go-lucky kid ever again. And his brothers and their friends who are still around are going to take their sweet time accepting that. Soda used to be a fighter because it gave him something to do, he liked the adrenaline. Now when a couple of socs corner him on the street after a year or so of being a soldier and fighting in a war more hopeless than even the rumble in the park after Bob’s death, he’s going to stand there and tell them “it just ain’t worth the fight” and they’re gonna be so confused by his sudden change that they leave him alone. But Soda kinda gets it now what Johnny meant when he was dying and he said fighting was useless.

And I think that concept is worth exploring in some way or another. Not “Soda gets drafted” but “Soda comes home not wanting to fight anymore even though that’s all he used to know, and his brothers have no idea how to handle it, and he just wants to be a person again instead of that lucky kid who got to come home when so many people didn’t.” but he left a part of him there that he’s never going to get back.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Does Bryon have a role in the Dallas mark and Tex (and Mason) au? The end of TWTTIN always made me so sad knowing that mark didn’t see Bryon as a brother anymore

Bryon could have a role actually, valid point. Idk, I liked Bryon. Not like. A lot. But I liked him alright, and related to him in a few ways that make me slightly uncomfortable tbh, and I feel so bad for him-

I think for this AU, we’ll say Mark still talks to Ponyboy, and separately, Bryon talks to Ponyboy too. Not on purpose, initially, because he’s not the world’s biggest Ponyboy fan- but after Mark runs away to Dally’s place, Bryon’s hit with all the feelings he had in the end of TWTTIN. Only this time, Mark’s not in jail. In fact, Bryon’s pretty sure that that Curtis kid knows where Mark’s hiding- after all, he’s in the same gang as that washed-up hood Dallas Winston who’s always up to something. So Bryon seeks Ponyboy out for info. But then it just turns into like. Talking about his feelings about…everything. He’s kept it bottled up for so long that the second Pony prods him, Bryon just sorta spills.

(Design notes- Bryon’s hair’s grown out cos he’s depressed and not really taking care of himself all that well. Sixteen-year-old Pony’s hair, on the other hand, is long cos all the refs I could find of very slightly older C. Thomas Howell had 80s mullets. And yk what that’s kinda funny so I went with it- let’s just say it’s because after Johnny’s horrible haircut in Windrixville Ponyboy can’t risk letting it get cut so short ever again)

(More au rambling below the cut lol)

So now, essentially Ponyboy’s stuck between his buddy Mark, who complains about Bryon constantly, and Bryon, who is Pony’s girlfriend’s ex, and Pony’s friend’s…ex-brother? And both Bryon and Mark kinda talk to each other through Ponyboy, who’s like an unwilling messenger now. Or like the child of divorced parents, trying his damndest to keep the two from hating each other too much. (Mainly just Mark- Bryon just feels guilty)

If I were to make this au a multi chapter fic, I’d give Mark a running gag of coming up with Dr. Doofenshmirtz-style revenge plans against Bryon and trying to rope Ponyboy, Tex, Mason, and occasionally even Cathy and Angela Shepard into them.

I think Dally would be a Bryon hater cos Dally’s one big moral code is loyalty- honor among thieves, yk- and Bryon betrayed Mark. But Pony and Johnny would sympathize with the guy. Also low key I think Johnny would be a Mark hater

[johnnycakesswitch]

hiiii🩷 do you have any hcs for the gang being physical and affectionate with each other? (sorry that came off sounding SO weird but i feel like these boys are all grounded in touch??)

Sure let’s see if I can do this before my phone dies lol <3

• they’re all very touchy even if they don’t think they are- they’re always just having an arm around someone’s shoulder or playfully shoving them or messing with their hair

• Soda shows it the most, he literally will sit on anyone or wrap his arms around them or jump on their backs

• Dally and Johnny show it the least but they’re still really physical. In the movie we see Johnny comforting Pony in a very physical way, hugging him, wrapping an arm around him, etc. As for Dally, his little ways of showing affection are kind of seen as roughhousing like he’ll shove people or elbow them but in like a gentle, not actually trying to hurt them way

• Two-Bit is pretty physical, he’s always starting play fights and ruffling people’s hair, especially Ponyboy and Johnny

• Darry is physical in a reassuring way, his touch is always grounding. If something is wrong with someone, he’ll put a comforting hand on their shoulder or squeeze their arm

• Steve isn’t as physical as some of the others, but he can be. It comes out the most with Soda, but like when Ponyboy got back from Windrixville for example, he was clearly happy to see him and gave him a hug and stuff

• overall, they’re all fairly tactile and it’s their way of showing love without saying anything

[l0stfoster]

“I think Death is quite kind,” Johnny had uttered once, a glint in his eyes that made it easier to believe, even if we thought he was spewing nonsense; he always seemed to do this when he was real tired

“I just hope that she’s willing to show the same mercy that she had shown me once. I know some of us will need it.” He added, and nobody had the guts to ask him what he meant.

A few months after Windrixville, he’d said something about it again, and Dally had gotten this look of clarity on his face. I didn’t ask him why, but he didn’t look like he wanted to be asked either way.

Paul had found it really weird the first time he’d heard Johnny say anything in the same vein and before he’d adjusted; but after his jumping, he never said anything about it again.

..I think this is a good way to kick off October?? :D

I couldn’t decide on a title for this post so uhhh. You got a little bit of writing because I couldn’t figure out what else to do.

I’ve got a very mini post regarding Death in Cursed that’ll be out sometime soon (sorry the lack of replies to questions btw, been struggling with some stuff irl and haven’t had the energy to type answers) but I wanted to do a little drawing of how both Dally and Paul perceive death the first time they meet.

The general idea is that if a character is ‘supposed’ to die but still has a slim chance at being saved, they meet Death.

Death holds more of Johnny’s characteristics in Dally’s eyes, while Paul’s remains featureless for the most part; that’ll change later down the line. Johnny also perceives Death in a physical form sometimes, but it changes very frequently for him, so I haven’t drawn anything yet.

[qprpbj]

i wanna hear ur thoughts on the pony dying at the fountain au thing :)

THANK YOU FOR ASKINGGGG. this entire thing is delusional yap central and 95% johnny based so. im so sorry in advance btw.

well. first. so i think johnny wouldn't have had the instinct to run the way he did trying to protect pony and go to dally's — i cant really remember it tbh but i once saw an interpretation of johnny where he was like. his instincts and actions (stabbing paul without a second thought) were compared to that of almost a child (due to abusive parents and neglect etc etc) when put in the worst case scenario so he makes snap judgements without using his head, whereas pony thinks decisions through and mulls over shit maybe more than he should, which is why johnny just yanks him away and gets them to dally's place. i think johnny wouldn't have had that drive in him bc deep down he knowssss pony's gone, knows there's nobody that needs protecting, so he just. sits. at the fountain with pony in his lap. possibly for hours till the sun comes up, most likely in denial trying to convince himself pony isn't dead. doesn't know where to go or who to tell or what to do, esp bc this kid is already so heavily traumatized as is, he simply doesn't make the best decisions sometimes. just how it goes

then like. i assume someone finds them sitting there eventually, johnny can't even talk, whether it be the gang out looking bc they didn't show up last night or this morning or idk a stranger on a walk or literally idk. but. either way. the sheer difference in how pony's death were to be treated vs bob's?? there's no investigation done even though johnny says it was the socs, it wasn't a suicide, they got jumped and pony got killed. he lists them all by name, says exactly what happened, but there's never gonna be justice for pony bc nobody cares when it's a greaser who gets exploited or tortured or hurt or killed. (justice for tulsa scene where the cop shines a light on two-bit getting jumped and turns a blind eye....hmmm).

i thinkkk soda and darry would take johnny in. i won't harp on how torn up they'd obviously be — think soda's letter but about eight hundred times more nauseating ykwim. they just don't get along right without ponyboy. they lost their parents and they lost their kid brother and nearly johnny too — and nobody ever gets justice. so, it's darry who calls war & it's him who calls the rumble in pony's name. :)

johnny probably stays w them for a while but entirely collapses in on himself — literally rots from the inside out with guilt, bc he had a blade and he didn't use it. whether it be bc he chickened out or he was restrained too hard and wasn't strong enough or whatever the case, he takes on guilt heavyyyy for it. withdraws from the gang, from the curtises, saves up whatever little money he can and runs away to windrixville alone — bc hear me out. i think both him And pony def feel some type of way about bringing grief and sorrow and death wherever they go canonically in some type of way. esp him like..staying with pony's brothers now, probably sleeping in his old bedroom trying to keep pony's memory alive. idk idk. the guilt just goes CRAZYYY so. johnny runs away to an old church dally once suggested to him if he ever needed a place to go to run away — esp bc johnny literally canonically has considered running away before.

gang goes crazy over this obviously. search and search and it takes...who knows, days, weeks, to find him. he's got a bit of money stashed and he's not on the run from cops so he can go out to find food and whatever freely but he wants out, doesn't wanna be around the gang. dally shoots up in bed at like 3am realizing he knows exactly where tf johnny must be and collects them all in a car to drive out and find him. they get there and corner him like he's a lil scared animal shining flashlights in the dark and he pulls his blade on them all when they try to approach him up backed against the wall cause he dipped for a reason, damn it, and he doesn't want to be found. dally always runs away and finds success. the implications of johnny pulling a blade on the gang and on dally (out of fear) who gave him it in the first place?? esp when dally prefaced it by when you use this you have to do this with confidence, you have to really mean it, you can't back down when you pull a blade. idk the implications are There. that's literally where this whole thing came from LOL

that's. all i've got lol. thanks for tuning into this absolute monstrosity of a reply i'm so sorry LOL

[m4sonn]

The outsiders, Aftermath AU (no deaths)

(Thanks to my friend @peachyponyboyy whom I collaborated w/for this and probably will collaborate with for any future works like this)

Basically what would happen after the book/movie, also if johhny and dally didn’t die

Ponyboy: Gets a scholarship into UCLA for literature, When he's finished with college he gets his masters degree and becomes a professor at UCLA.

Sodapop + Steve: (NOT THE 'NAM!!!) Soda and Steve get together, both working as mechanics at the DX, they live in the old curtis brothers house when everyone left, the gang only coming back on holidays to visit steve and soda. Soda would later propose to Steve at a nice restaurant, inviting the rest of the gang to see. (Spoiler alert: the entire gang bawled. Absolutely WEEPED, happy tears ofc) they couldn’t get married legally since it was the 60s but they had a nice little ceremony somewhere nice for the gang. They would later adopt a little red head after finding her on the streets.

Darry: Would move out to give Soda and Steve space. Living in the house across from the two, would settle with a wife and kids, Having a special room just for Ponyboy when he visits from college, His family would always cook the turkey during thanksgiving. Would definitely remodel the house.

Dally: would still be a delinquent, fs. Would sleep in his car if he's not already crashing at soda and Steve's place. He appears every now and then, and definitely joined some weird gang with like 13-15 year olds. NOT aloud near darry's kids without adult supervision, too much of a bad influence. He also says he doesn’t like kids so he would probably end up punching them

Johnny: all the way dating Ponyboy, got into UCLA by dumb luck. Nobody even knows how he got in. He kinda just did, def got into a psychology major so he could help other people like the help he needed when he was a kid/teen. Ponyboy and Johnny live in a decent sized apartment near the university. Definitely don't have kids but have a Golden retriever (goldie, named after the poem nothing gold can stay) and a black cat (windrixville, after the town they hid out at.)

Two-Bit: Still has an obsession with Mickey Mouse, probably lives in an RV parked in the vacant lot near the gang's house. Adopts a mouse he found off the street, probably has diseases but it's ok. Named it Mickey, now searching for his Minnie. Probably sells tobacco to kids and teens out of his RV, somehow hasn't gotten caught yet.

[gre4zerz]

My take on Dallas Winston:

(Shorter version: Dallas feels self-hatred because everything that happened to Pony and Johnny is his fault. He proceeds to gaslight himself into thinking that he could've done more to help them, when in reality he couldn't. His self-hatred leads to his death as he couldn't stop thinking about Johnny's lifeless body.)

Longer Version: I always assumed Dallas had this little part of him that hated himself. And his self-hatred only increased when he sent Pony and Johnny to Windrixville.

Then the church was on fire, and Pony and Johnny ran inside. He felt like he should've done more to stop them.

When they were in the hospital, Dallas was pissed. Not at Pony, not at Johnny, at himself. He let Johnny get hurt and he let himself get hurt. In the movie we see him cut open the hospital pillow (or the mattress, I can't remember) to let out his anger. And the whole "do it for Johnny" thing is his way of trying to redeem himself.

But his self-hatred overflowed when Johnny died because he didn't do anything, he let Johnny die. He couldn't stop thinking about Johnny's lifeless body in the hospital bed. And that drove him to commit suicide, to see Johnny again, and maybe help him forgive himself.

[chaotic-starlight24]

Dallas Winston General Headcanons

This is the last part of the Dallas headcanons :) Please check out Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 of his backstory!

Sorry if anything is ooc! Warnings: Mentions of trauma, death, description of grief

He brags about his many scars from dangerous games. For example, he prides himself in the game where you try to get the knife between all of your fingers.

He genuinely likes a lot of movies. He just doesn’t show it. Also, most of the new movies don’t have anything interesting to them so he just looks at girls or talks to Johnny/Pony. But he will shut up and be glued to the screen when the theater or drive-in is replaying James Dean movies. He will literally shush Ponyboy, he just really likes James Dean. (He probably had a Rebel Without a Cause jacket made for him by Mrs. Curtis)

His aforementioned Norwegian mother (part 1) taught him the Hardanger Fiddle (When he was like 7) It was one of the very few bonding activities he had with her. He still has his original fiddle and while traveling around, a mother in Memphis fixed it for him after he ran an errand for her. He doesn’t play it much but he does sometimes sit alone at Buck’s and play melodies he remembers. He doesn’t like playing it around many people because playing takes a lot of energetic movements. The gang has heard him before but only like once.

His father and him had one or two bonding activities like once a week or so, mainly knife throwing. So Dally has great aim with just about any object. He would also occasionally try to play poker with him. But this did not happen very often since both parents were alcoholics and everything and his father was an especially angry one.

He needs a lot of time to wrap his mind around a lot of concepts, but once he has it down he's amazing at it! (Hardanger fiddle, stealing, knife throwing)

At the Curtis parent funeral he held himself together pretty well. He pretended to not be quite as bothered and used the excuse that he had seen worse things and that he was mainly concerned for the brothers. But when he got to Buck's he sobbed quietly for hours and didn't come out for a while. That was when he really did become a very cold person. He never opened his heart to anyone new after that. He started to believe that he couldn’t care about anyone because he was the curse that caused them to die. If it wasn’t for the gang he probably would have left Tulsa.

His mom was one of nine siblings so Dally has a lot of cousins. He saw several of them frequently and was especially friends with one named Joel. They mainly conversed through letters as his cousin lived in Windrixville. They always had a plan to meet up together and maybe fix up the abandoned church and make it into a hangout. His mother wasn’t particularly focused on teaching him much about their culture so he learned some things from his cousins. He still remembers bits and pieces of the language and pronounces names with a Norwegian accent every so often.

He always keeps his jacket on in the summer unless going swimming. He says it’s to look tuff but it’s actually because he gets eaten alive by mosquitos or sunburned to the fact he’s neon red.

His oldest sister, Elizabeth in English spelling, would sing him Scandinavian lullabies to help him fall asleep at night and he still finds himself humming the tunes when doing busywork. (Examples if you want to listen: Vargsången, Trollsmor Vaggvisa, Klatremus’ Voggevisa)

He lost his New York accent but sometimes he pronounces words with a really thick one. He doesn’t really have a southern accent either but overall it’s kind of a mix between them. “C’mon upstays, Johnny.” “Huh?” “I mean upstairs.”

He really likes bread. Noone really knows why either. But his problem is he doesn’t really like the store bought bread. In his words, “It’s just unnatural how long it stays good, man.” So he swipes a lot from bakeries. Mrs. Curtis also taught him how to make it but he doesn’t often because he thinks it’s weird he knows how. Also no one should trust him with an oven. But sometimes Soda will come home to Dally just munching on a loaf fresh from their oven. 

But bouncing off that, he will eat just about any other food no matter how old it is. Maybe it’s because he’s always hungry. Maybe his immune system is that strong. No one really knows. Darry once found him munching on a block of cheese that had some mold and just threw it out the window. Dally was very upset because “He was really hungry!”. He also says that he doesn’t like things going to waste. 

It’s a surprise if he doesn’t end a sentence with man or kid. It’s just what everyone gets called. Except Mrs. Curtis. He called her man once and was promptly given the “glare of disapproval”. Safe to say he never did it again. (Everyone laughed afterward, don’t worry.)

The main reason he dated Sylvia so many times was because he wanted a relationship where he actually loved the person. He had so many meaningless ones that lasted a week at most. Both of them were not particularly healthy to each other since Dally was never in a proper relationship and Sylvia took advantage of him. But both of them had their flaws ofc.

I mentioned in Part 2 that Dallas went through a really big tornado while in Indiana, and you know he ended up in OKLAHOMA. Which is known for its large amounts of tornadoes. Because of this fear that he ended up having, he became really sensitive to thunderstorms. The rest of the gang is always relaxed when listening to the rain and thunder, but Dally will grip Johnny’s arm so hard he almost loses circulation. The gang caught on rather quickly and tried their best to calm him down. Mrs. Curtis and Two-Bit were the best at this and would just talk to him as if nothing was happening outside. Dally always tries to act super tough during storms and manages to keep his calm but there’s been several times where a crack of thunder will shake the house and he will legit scream. Whenever there is a tornado warning or anything he will sit in the closet and use the excuse that he’s just tired and it’s loud outside. 

His rings and necklace are his prized possessions. His necklace and 2 of his rings are from Snake Eyes (Part 1 goes more into detail) and the rest are ones he has collected throughout his travels.

Thank you guys for reading through my super large amount of headcanons :) Ponyboy and Darry are next but might not have as large of an amount of stuff!

[wildmrmix]

Skimming The Outsiders, here’s quotes, or whatever it’s called. Lines? It’s words on a page that I saw and wrote down

“I’m a night,” Marcia said brightly. (page 28)

“Yeah” I sighed, wishing I had some paint to do a picture with while the sight was still fresh in my mind. (page 77)

Soda can make anyone grin. (page 101)

I remembered my mother . . . beautiful and golden, like Soda, and wise and firm, like Darry. (page 123)

“Why do people sell liquor to boys? Why? I know there’s a law against it, but kids get it anyway.” (page 129)

“— I have a pretty good build for my size, but I’d lost a lot of weight in Windrixville and it just didn’t fit right.” (page 132)

I backed up, just like a frightened animal, shaking my head. “I’m okay” I felt sick. I felt as if any minute I was going to fall flat on my face, but I shook my head. “I don’t want to sit down.” (page 153)

But Johnny was right. He died gallant. (page 154)

I had never given Bob much thought—I hadn’t had time to think. But that day I wondered about him. What was he like? (page 162)

I guess I was still out of shape, because we all three tied. No. I guess we all just wanted to stay together. (page 177)

[alittlebitofloveliness]

A bit late but this is my contribution for day one of outsiders week!

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Ponyboy.

There’s a need, after Windrixville, an inescapable pull, tugging him towards the younger boy at all hours of the day and night, forever haunted as he is by Ponyboy's thrashing and then limp body in the fountain, of his jacket starting to smoulder in the heat of the church fire.

Ponyboy.

Things aren’t the same now, might never be again, and it’s funny, Johnny thinks, because the worst scars from the whole thing are not the burns that cover his back and half his torso; just like the worst injuries aren’t the ones that left him like this, an invalid forever stuck in a wheel chair or on those stupid crutches during days when he is having trouble accepting the truth that he will never really walk again. As horrible and permanent as those injuries are, they are nothing in comparison to the way his mind has fractured, finally shattered into a capricious, fallible thing. His biggest scar is thinking the closest thing to a real family he’s ever had was dead twice over because of him.

Ponyboy.

He needs to find him. It’s stupid, he knows it, knows he’s in his room, sleeping, next to Soda, is safe in the house of his parents, protected by brothers who do a better job looking out for him than Johnny himself ever did. But still. His broken mind won’t let him relax, not when it’s telling him over and over that Pony is dead and it was all for nothing. Pony is dead with blue lips in that fountain, he is burning and scared in that church, and Johnny couldn’t save him.

Ponyboy.

He needs to see him. Just a glimpse, just for a second, a small eternity, just to make sure he’s okay. It’s as stupid as it is absolutely essential, and Johnny hates himself for it, for his panic and his weakness, because he never used to be like this, never used to spend every waking minute desperate to make sure his best friend and half his heart was still breathing every second of the day, but something between the fountain and the church changed him, made him all too horribly aware of Pony’s mortality and how fragile it truly is. Johnny doesn’t know why. He himself was closer to dying than Pony was during the whole ordeal, has spent his entire life being beat by his Pa close enough to shake death’s hand and still live to see the morning, but his own life seems to pale in comparison to Pony’s. Perhaps it is because Pony is younger, more innocent, is better than him in any way that matters. Perhaps it is because he is the only person Johnny has ever worried about protecting. Or perhaps it is because he is the person he loves the most. In any case, it doesn’t matter- Johnny just needs to make sure he is okay.

Ponyboy.

His movements are clumsy, unused as he still is to moving himself from the couch to his chair, half expecting legs that no longer work to bend to nothing but his flimsy will. He thinks sometimes he may never get used to it, to knowing what it felt like to have the freedom to run and never having it again. Still, at the moment the strangeness of the chair is a welcome comfort, a way to move, a way to get to Pony. He has to get to Pony, has to check on him, make sure he’s okay. Soda and Darry would never let anything happen to him, except they did already, once, and Johnny had had to take care of him then and he’d failed at it. Pony too, had come back from Windrixville different, could hardly stand the shower and flinched every time someone struck a match. He coughed something awful too, the smoke from the church fire stained into his lungs, yet another horrible scar. And he woke most nights screaming, trapped in horrors that were no longer there.

Ponyboy.

The frantic, desperate, need to see Ponyboy has grown from a swell to a roar, a frantic, frenzied, violent creature tearing at his chest, screaming at him that something is wrong, the Pony needs help, that Johnny isn’t there. He knows, he knows, somewhere inside himself, that Pony is safe in his room, safe in Soda’s arms, but it isn’t enough. He needs to see him, to make sure he’s alright. Just in case. Finally situated, he starts rolling his chair towards the hallway, trying to keep it as quiet as possible. The last thing he needs is to wake the whole house because his mind had broken along with his spine and now he’s half crazy, terrified his best friend is a ghost every time he can’t see him.

“Johnny!”

The hallway door swings open before he’s halfway across the room, and Johnny lets out a sigh of relief as he registers his best friend’s pale face and half grown out hair. 

“Ponyboy? You ok?”

“Yeah,” Pony’s eyes are raking over him over and over, and he’s breathing hard, like he’s just finished a track meet or run away from home, “yeah I’m fine. Are you?”

Johnny follows Pony’s gaze, down to his own hands which he didn’t realise were shaking until just now. Come to think of it, he’s breathing fast too, almost as fast as Pony, and this is another thing they have in common now, another weird scar, the fact that fear seems to jump them when they least expect it, for no other reason that it seems to think they have some catching up to do.

“Yeah,” he promises, taking in Pony’s green eyes, the part of him that’s always been bright, even when the rest of him is dim, “yeah, I’m okay now.”

“Bad dream?”

“Something like that,” Johnny hedges, unwilling to admit he hasn’t been able to sleep a wink since Pony had gone to bed and he’d immediately started worrying he was going to die.

“Me too,” Pony carefully closes the door behind him and pads further into the room, climbing into Darry’s recliner. “Might stay up for a while I think. I promise I’ll be quiet if you’re tryna sleep.”

He doesn’t ask why Johnny was up. He figures he knows anyway.

Johnny nods, rolling his chair back beside the couch, and pushing himself back onto the cushions where his nest of blankets resides, lying so his head is facing the recliner, facing pony. He can see him now. Pony is still breathing. Everything is fine.

"Goodnight Pony."

"'Night Johnny."

The last thing Johnny sees as his eyes slip closed is a pair of tired green eyes, glittering in the light of the moon, watching over him.

He sleeps.