#mr and Mrs Curtis

[stewdoesthings]

"-and the final touch!" Dad said while digging through the pantry. Mom was responsible for most of the cooking in the house but dad always loved baking, so he's done all our birthday cakes for as long as I could remember. He made me a frog cake when I was 6 and made a football one for Darry's 14 birthday.

Chocolate cake is our all time favorite. Mom prefers blueberry cheesecake, but she can't resist to dig into a big piece of just chocolate. We always tried to eat cake for breakfast but they refused unless it was our birthday or Christmas or Easter or something really special.

It was Darry's 20th birthday and we were eating together, so dad was finishing up the cake. He was going to ice it and then we'd eat. After that, Darry was gonna go out with some friends to go work out and go see a movie

That was how he was gonna spend his birthday.

"Where's the icing? Pony, where did you put the icing?" Dad asked from the kitchen, looking in the fridge just in case Soda got to it first.

"Uh, I forgot it." I barely looked up from my book. That's right, after school was over I headed straight home, still thinking about what happened in class today.

"He always forgets everything. He'd forget his head if it wasn't attached to his head." Darry scolded, angry. Except he wasn't angry, not back then. He wasn't sour and tired back then. He said it with a mocking smile, making fun of his little brother.

Wait. What's happening?

"It's fine, we'll go get it. We still have time before dinner's ready." Mom said, sliding on her coat. Dad was right behind her.

No, no I can go get it. I forgot it, I should go.

"Darry, take care of your brothers. Don't do anything dumb while we're out." Dad looked back at Darry, pointing a finger at him as if he were responsible for our behavior, but with dad's iconic smile on his face.

Mom pulled him into a hug.

"Happy birthday, son."

She instinctively moved towards me to give me a hug too, but she stopped herself.

"Oops, I almost gave our big boy Pony a hug, that almost could've embarrassed him."

No, mom, I'm not like that anymore.

I stood up and raced towards her, hugging her back.

"Oh?" She turned around to hig me properly. Tears ran down my face. Why am I crying? What's wrong?

"What's wrong, baby?" Dad asked, seeing I was crying.

"Don't leave me. I wanna go with you. Don't leave."

"Oh, honey, we're just getting icing for the cake. We'll be back in fifteen minutes." She squeezed me tight one last time but as soon as she let go of me, I felt my body grow cold. They went outside the door and I had this sick feeling in my stomach. I should follow them. I should run after them.

There's a train whistling.

And then police sirens.

I woke up, my face wet and my mouth dry to an empty bed. Soda already woke up. It's 7h45 AM. I have to get ready for school.

I couldn't even tell them goodbye.

[kalied0skull]

“Oh, mama, can we keep him? Can we?”

“Pretty please with sugar on top? I promise we'll keep him clean and fed!”

“Pleeeeaasee!”

THE OUTSIDERS "WOLF-WINSTON" AU BLURB... I'm writing this for myself primarily. au made by me !

A tiny Ponyboy and a slightly-less-tiny Soda stood at the door. Smiles bright, with sweat sticking curls to their foreheads as they carried a big, white dog in their arms. They had pulled this puppy all the way from the train tracks, straight to their home to Mama.

To say the least, Mrs. Curtis was awestruck. She held a cloth to her face as to cover her laughter as she looked down at her younger sons and that cloud of a puppy. “Where in the world did you find that dog!? He's damn twice the size of both of you boys combined!”

“We found him at the train tracks, when me n' Sodie were– were...” Ponyboy paused. His ears went real red with embarrassment as he slowly looked over to Soda.

Soda's eyes went wide as Mrs. Curtis smile suddenly became something of pursed-lips. Both of the boys knew they already said too much, blushing and 'umm'ing awkwardly as they began to slowly put their dog down onto the porch.

“You were playing by the tracks again?!” She screeched, grabbing up both of them. “Soda n' Ponyboy, what have I told you to about messin' around there?! Don't you know how you could get yerself hurt?!” She was panicked, squeezing their arms tight as she scolded them.

Ponyboy whined and tried pulling away, but Soda just sat there and pouted. Both of them hated to see Mama stressed, especially about them messing around where they shouldn't be.

“It wasn't nothin', honest! We weren't even messin' around the tracks, we were just walkin' beside 'em!” Ponyboy tried to state his case, but Mama wasn't hearing none of it.

“We found him while we was walking, honest!”

The sound of a truck came from behind, and all three of the Curtises turned to see Darry and Darrel Sr. pull up in that big, red busted up truck. Mr. Curtis had just picked Darry up from football practice, from the looks of it.

They hopped out and made their way up the dingy cement porch steps, Darry skipped a step just for fun as Mr. Curtis followed behind, carrying his bags.

The white dog Soda and Pony had both carried was sniffing around the porch, shoving his nose against the white house exterior, sticking himself underneath a rusted chair to get his snout into a real good corner.

Darry looked them all over as his Pops walked past and gave the Mrs. a kiss. “Hiya, Mama. Hi, Pony. Hi, Soda.” He waved to all of them, before going over to the dog. “Who's this?”

Mr. Curtis began to walk past everyone before being abruptly stopped by Mrs. Curtis, she whispered something to him in a real taut manner, and he simply nodded. None of the brothers took note of it.

“That's Dallas, we found him by the tracks!” Ponyboy squeed, pulling Dallas out from under the seat.

“You named it?” Mama asked, glancing over at the dog. She nearly sounded shocked.

“Mmmhm, sure did!” Soda put his hands on his hips proudly. “I was gonna name him Whispy, but Ponyboy said Dallas sounded like a real cowboy name. N' I like cowboys.” He nodded, smiling wide.

The family all discussed and moved around the dog, before eventually dinnertime came, and everyone headed inside.

Ponyboy ran outside with a plate for Dallas, skipping down the porch steps and whistling for the dog. “Daalllas! Daaaaallas! Here, boy!”

As he glanced around the yard, he noticed that Dallas was nowhere to be found. He ran a circle around the house once, then twice, and when he found out he couldn't find him, he began to panic.

“Dallas?” Ponyboy turned the corner a final time, before he ran over to the gate of their fence. Had they left the door open?

No, the gate wasn't open. But nonetheless, Ponyboy couldn't help but start bawling when he finally came to terms Dallas was missing.

Soda eventually came out, and Darry followed. They found Pony sat in the grass with the food, sniffling hard and wailing real loud.

“Awh, gee, Ponyboy. It's okay, we'll find him!” Soda rubbed Ponyboy's shoulders,

They all got up and walked out of the yard, looking around as they walked down the pavement searching for Dallas. Darry was hollering for the dog, making snaps and clicks to hopefully grab the dog's attention.

What they didn't expect was to see Two-Bit Matthews and Steve Randle just down the block talking to what looked like a bush.

“What're they doing over there..?” Soda mumbled. Darry and Ponyboy both shrugged before all three of them ran over there.

The bush was shaking, but there was no wind for it to shake. Squinting hard to look closer, there was what looked to be a tail and a head of hair sticking out of it.

...Well, that just can't be right. A bush? With hair and a tail?

as the Curtis brothers made their way over, they came into earshot of the proper conversation the three seemed to be having.

“What, so you just ran away because you was bored?” Two-Bit snickered. The bush shook it's head no. “Do ye need clothes or something?” Steve asked. The bush shook it's head yes.

Soda raced over to the boys, running too fast and busting heads with Steve. They both tumbled over and yelped as Soda grabbed onto him, Two-Bit dodging out of the way.

“Steve! Do you know where Dallas is?!”

“Who the hell is Dallas?!” Steve pushed Soda off of him and got up. Everybody else was laughing at them, until Steve threw a mean glare around and everyone hushed up.

“Dallas is my dog! We lost him after we just got him!” Ponyboy cried, and the bush shook again.

“Your dog? I thought we was sharin', Ponyboy!” Soda teased, pushing Ponyboy lightly.

The bush whimpered, and everyone turned to look at it. Blonde hair and big blue eyes were staring big at everyone, the tail connected wagging ferociously.

“Hey, y'sure do look an awful lot like...” Soda started, before suddenly he heard the boy in the bush begin to cry. Something began to crack—sounding like a mixture of twigs and bones— as the bush began to shake more. The gang stared in awe, before eventually the popping stopped...

And out came Dallas. Once a boy, now a dog.

Everyone went bug-eyed. And then, all of a sudden, everyone started screaming.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Dallas is a boy!”

“He ain't no boy, he's a dog!”

“Well, he was just a boy!”

“Uh, yeah, a naked boy!”

“HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!”

Dallas was barking up a storm around the screaming kids, jumping around and lapping his tongue happily. He was playing around like nothing was happening.

“We gotta tell Mama!” Ponyboy screamed and started to move away, before being dragged back by Darry. “No we ain't! You know how crazy Mama would think you two are if you told her the dog you just picked up managed to be some kind of– of...” Darry stared at Dallas.

Two-Bit grinned bright and wide, whipping out a comic book from his pocket and pointing at the big words on it.

“Werewolf!”

[atlas-coolbean]

Whatever you do don't think about the Curtis brothers missing their parents

Don't think about Ponyboy on the train to windrixville wishing he could hug his mom and have her tell him it was going to be okay

Don't think about Darry after he hit Ponyboy wishing it had been his father who stayed up late to wait for pony cause he would have handled it better

Don't think about Soda after pony ran away and Sandy left wishing he could hug his mom and talk to his dad

Don't think about how when Johnny died and pony got sick, the thing pony wanted the most was his mom

Don't think about Darry seeing his little brothers struggling and wishing his parents could tell him what to do

Don't think about Soda listening to his brothers fight and wishing his parents were there to break it up

Whatever you do don't think about how much those three boys missed their mom and dad

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Mr Curtis used to call Dally by different Texas city names. Austin. Houston. Everything except Dallas. El Paso, San Antonio, and Galveston were the most ridiculous, but Dally’s least favorite by far was Irving.

[katrein05]

💔💔💔

The outsiders but it’s Mr. And Mrs. Curtis leaving to go to the grocery store and four-year old Ponyboy tugging on the hem of his mom’s dress, looking up at her with big, scared, eyes and going:

“will you come back?”

“Of course we will, baby. We always will.”

“You promise”

“I promise.”

But then it cuts to thirteen-year old Ponyboy, standing in the rain in a black suit. Right in front of his parents’ graves. He stands there, alone, looking down at his mother’s grave. All that remains of her now, and just whispering, voice broken.

“But you promised you’d come back.”

[dallasgallant]

I’m ill

We should talk about him and Karen more, they really were something.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

some weird punk from ny

How I think Steve and Dally became sworn enemies (and then later friends, bc Dally met Tim Shepard and hated him twice as much as he disliked Steve)

ref pic under the cut lol

[laertive]

Big bills hells home of challenge pissing

please continue to leave notes and comments in the reblogs or replies they really make my day!!

Anyhow there’s more. Again.

[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

[stewdoesthings]

When you think of a car crash, you think of a liud scene.

There's the police siren. The paramedics and their ambulance carrying away those injured. Traffic building up as on lookers commit the shameful act of prying. Radios going off like crazy. Crying. Metal screeching. Maybe even fire.

No one thinks of the initial quiet when your brain is trying to process what happens, or as your ears readjust to the ambient noises.

Or the radio still playing the songs the couple was singing along to, like they always did.

Or the groceries breaking with the impact.

No one thinks of the silence after the officers come home and tell the eldest son his parents just passed away.

They drive by the railroad tracks, whispering as they wonder what happened and grumble that they'll come home late.

[tex-aintdeadyet]

See I feel like we talk about Mrs Curtis a lot in this fandom (atleast comparatively to when we DO talk about the Curtis parents.. we don't do that a lot but I'm saying when we do talk about them it's mostly about Mrs Curtis) but we don't talk about Mr Curtis and i think it's so under explored.

Mrs curtis wasn't the only one who opened her house, Mr Curtis did too. He's the one who made sure the porch light stayed on when he got home from another late shift. He taught most the kids how to drive and basic car maintenance and he wanted to teach Pony when he got older. He showed Darry how to shave and couldn't wait for the day Sodapop or even Ponyboy would eventually ask him to show them how to shave. He gave johnny space cause he knew enough about the kid who'd been staying over for dinner since he was 10 to know he didn't trust a big imposing man like himself and made a conscious effort to not be as intimidating, and he was a safe person for Johnny to ask about guy things. He sat down with Steve and helped him with his woodworking projects when he was struggling, he made sure he was always fed because he knew more times than not the only thing in his fridge was his dad's beer. He'd take Two-bit and his sister out to lunch after their dad ran off so he could take some of the stress off their mom's plate. Two-bit would call him things like dad and pops to be funny but deep down they both knew he was the closest thing to a father he had. He was the one who picked Dally up from the cops on his way back from work, he was the one who was almost on the fence about letting Dallas stick around cause he was sure the boy was nothing but trouble but came to realize Dally was just a kid as-well. He was as gentle as he was even when he was playing because he always wanted to be a safe person for any of the boys to go to, even if sometimes it was someone like Tim Shepard or Sylvia who he didn't know nearly as well crashing for the night or using his bathroom.

(Dedicated in part to @atwtmvtvftvsagvralps11 for suggesting I talk about this)

[badmilkk]

Silly aa doodles I made in class to de-stress. The idea that the boys bullied Pony and taught him how to swear is 100% canon and absolutely mandatory.

This friday I have the damn project presentation and I wanna throw myself out the window aaah!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

dallas winston n this shirt. like. do we see the vision.

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Look, Dally knows that Mr and Mrs Curtis always took in strays, no matter how delinquent or plain no good. He oughtta know, he was the most no good delinquent of them all. If the Curtis parents saw him as just a kid in need of some good parenting, there probably wasn’t a kid on earth they wouldn’t see that way.

But this ain’t earth. When he reunites with them in the goddamn afterlife and sees they got not just Johnny with them, but Bob fucking Sheldon, that’s a step too far.

[luckyshinyhunter]

Rick and Morty Season 8 Wishlist

A flashback episode about The Flesh Curtains.

More of Rick and Jerry having adventures

A Citadel episode.

Morty finally crashing out.

A another Summer-centric episode.

An explanation to what happened to Squanchy.

More Presidick or Birdrick moments or a episode about them.

More of Rick bonding or protesting his grandkids.

The family having more therapy sessions with Dr. Wong.

More of Summer and Morty being Badass.

A possible return of Evil Morty.

The president meeting Birdperson.

More Space Beth.

The show making fun of the dude bros and the Roliand apologists/stans.

Churry's return

More Mr. Nimbus.

A Rick and Jessica teamup.

Birddaughter meeting Morty and Summer.

[dallasgallant]

Once again proposing Soda as an absolute menace on family hunting trips with their dad.

Darrel sr. , Darry and the dog out in the brush still as a statue and dead serious.

Sodapop and Ponyboy a few feet behind shaking horribly just like

Soda: “Ay Pony, I’ve been workin’ on my duck call. Wanna hear it?”

Pony: “Really?”

Soda: *cups hands* “cmhere duck.”