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damthosefandoms · 2 months ago

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my life has changed in oh so many ways

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"You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who've picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

"It just ain't fair you never got any help!"

“You told me you wanted to be a teacher here when you grow up, Sodapop. But if you want to be a teacher you have to work! What do you think would happen if I came to school everyday and did nothing?”

“I ‘unno.”

“I’d get fired! So if I were you, I’d pick up that pencil and start writing.”

Soda puts his head down on his desk and cries. His teacher just sighs and walks away. She’s giving up on him just like everyone else.

He’s a lost cause.

He just wanted help.

Soda slams the door to their dad’s old truck and tries to control his breathing. He waits for Darry to drive off, to drop Ponyboy at the middle school, where their genius little brother only has one month left of seventh grade. Soda has what feels like centuries left of tenth; but the piece of paper hidden in his sorry excuse for a backpack will change that.

Steve jogs up to him and goes, “You remember it today?”

“I shoved it under my pillow and couldn’t sleep all night ‘cause of it. Yeah, I remembered it.”

“They gonna take it covered in drool?”

Soda swings at him, but Steve just dodges and switches to walk on his other side. They pause in front of the doors, so Soda can get the withdrawal form out.

The main entrance to Will Rogers High School is intimidating, but not as intimidating as what lies beyond the doors. Most kids—greasers and socs alike—don’t give it a second thought as they walk in every morning, but Sodapop Curtis isn’t most kids, and the paper in his hand proves it.

He’s never even driven by this place without wanting to throw up.

“Seriously, man. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. I know Darry’ll kill you, but we talked about this, we all got your back and Two-Bit or me are gonna drive ya to school every day and you can just walk to the DX for work, say you’re working just part time every afternoon now, he’ll never—”

“It ain’t Darry I’m worried about. He’ll be mad as the day is long, I don’t give a damn. Dad gave the okay, it ain’t up to Darrel at all. Never was. But Pony’s gonna take it hard and I can’t stand that.”

Soda gives it three classes before he feels sick to his stomach. He’s got the form folded up in the pocket of his dad’s favorite flannel, the same one he’s worn practically every day since the accident. Darry’s always getting on him about giving it a rest and wearing something else—“Everyone knows we’re poor! No need to make them think we don’t wash our damn clothes!”—but to Soda it’s like a security blanket. It’s also one the few shirts he has that don’t make him want to rip his skin off while wearing it. And, you know, his dad always cut the tags off.

He doesn’t even ask his history teacher to let him use the bathroom, just gets up and leaves. He’s told to sit down but he doesn’t because he’s a greaser and nobody expects obedience from him, anyway. He doesn’t look back as he walks out, just reaches into his pocket and takes out the form. It’s the only piece of paper he’s ever put in there without crumpling. He absent-mindedly hums a little tune while he walks—“Help!” by the Beatles, which is one of his favorite songs. It’s a few years old but he heard it on the radio again recently and it’s catchy, not that he could ever admit that to any of his east side buddies—and he unfolds the form. He wants to read through it one more time before he hands it in.

He knows what it says in theory, but there’s so many words on there, and the font is so small that his eyes kind of glaze over, but he keeps his eyes glued to the page while he walks.

Until he collides with something and it flies out of his hands. He looks up and there’s a girl in front of him—ohgodit’sCherry—and he immediately goes to help her up. She looks at him for a second, eyes wide and he thinks maybe her cheeks might be as red as his are her hair, but she ignores his hand, so instead he goes to pick up her books for her.

“Sorry,” Soda mumbles, somehow briefly forgetting that he’s not supposed to be saying stuff like that to soc girls, he’s got a reputation to uphold, but glory, his Mama taught him manners and he’d be damned if he didn’t use them. And deep down he knows Cherry isn’t like the other soc girls because she was nice to him once in first grade and he’s never ever forgotten it.

He nearly shudders at the memory. The words “consonant digraph” are not ones he remembers anymore, all these years later, but way, way back when he was learning them he wanted to cry at the mention of it.

He’s brought back to first grade. It’s sometime in the beginning half of the year, and they’re doing some cut-and-glue activity with partners. He’s been paired with Sherri Valance because he’s always paired with her. They sit next to each other because their class sits in alphabetical order by first name, and they always do partner work with their neighbors.

There’s muffled yelling down the hall and another first-grade teacher pokes her head in and asks for backup, ‘cause one of her problem students is throwing chairs. Their teacher tells them she’ll be right back and heads out. Soda hears somebody who wasn’t in his class last year mutter to their friend, “Dallas, probably.” They see the principal speed-walking down the hall through the doorway, and then everyone loses interest and starts to get to work.

Sherri taps Soda on the shoulder.

“Can you write our names for me?” she says. “I’m going to go get scissors and stuff.”

She gets up and Soda looks at her nametag. He takes a whole minute to decode it. Sherri.

Goddamn digraphs. /sh/ and /ch/ are his worst enemies lately, and she’s got one of them in her name. He knows it’s real sad that he can barely tell which one. He feels butterflies in his stomach as he picks up his pencil. In the best possible handwriting he can muster up—writes her name. He is pretty sure he wrote it correctly, tries to read it aloud, and thinks he’s doing well until one of the kids at the desk pair behind him, Randy Adderson, laughs.

“What’d you just say?”

Soda is starting to understand now why Darry keeps telling him to stay away from the kids with the nice backpacks and brand-name shoes.

“You’re copying off her nametag and you still spelled it wrong?” Randy sneers, and his friend Bob Sheldon looks over too, and starts to grin. Soda’s butterflies turn into rocks.

“I just wrote her name. Sherri.”

But his mouth does that thing again where the word doesn’t sound quite right coming out of his mouth as it did in his head and he can feel his cheeks heating up. That always happens. Bob and Randy and their friends always make fun of him for it, too. He tries to make out the letters he wrote on the paper.

He did write a y instead of an i. And his S is kinda weird-looking, too.

Oh. He didn’t mean to do that. His pencil must’ve moved on its own again like it always does when his brain gets jumbled.

“Cherry, you said Cherry! Her name is Sherri! An’ I think you wrote it too, but who knows, I can’t read that at all!” Bob jeers at him loudly, and the whole class is starting to look over. Chet Baker, the kid who mentioned Dallas earlier, is laughing too, and he whispers something into the ear of his partner. Soon everyone is staring at him, and Soda feels like sinking into the floor. Bob revels in the glory of it all.

“Leave it to dumb ol’ Sodapop to mess it all up!”

The classroom explodes into laughter, like that was the greatest insult of all time and not some lame comment from little kid.

“I like it, actually,” a voice says suddenly and Soda thinks for a second it’s an angel come down to earth. But it’s just Sherri, and she’s handing Soda a glue stick.

“Cherry. I love that. It’s going to be my new nickname.”

She elbows him gently and smiles at him. Her eyes are so green. Soda thinks green eyes are his favorite; Cherry has green eyes, and so do both of his brothers and his dad. That’s almost all of his favorite people on Earth, except for his mom. Her eyes are brown, like his own.

“I really like it, Soda.”

He really likes it too. Soda wishes he could’ve stayed in first grade forever, sometimes, because back then Cherry always stood up for him and now…

Now they’re sixteen and when he goes to hand Cherry her books, she seems to come back to reality. Her face contorts into something angry, or maybe more defensive, as she snaps, “I don’t need your help, grease. Helping me pick up my books like some wannabe-gentleman… don’t you have a girl, anyway?”

He does. Sandy’s somewhere one floor up in English right now reading some Shakespearean tragedy about star-crossed lovers, and he hasn’t told her he’s dropping out yet, either. He loves—really loves—three people left in the world, two of them are his brothers and one, he thinks, is Sandy, and they’re the only ones of the people he really cares about that he hasn’t told about his plan.

Now that his parents are dead, they’re the only people left he’s truly terrified of disappointing. They’re the only people he ever talk to about his problems.

The only people he felt he could ever ask for help. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t anymore.

So why does it bother him so much when he has to ask Cherry Valance to move her foot because she's standing on a paper that might honestly be his lifeline?

He points it out to her and she goes, “Oh,” and picks it up for him. Even brushes the dust off. Soda watches her eyes scan the top of the paper before his face turns even more red and he has to rip it from her hand.

“You didn’t see shit, soc,” he snaps, and maybe it’s mean and out of character for the ever-so-charming Sodapop Curtis that is known to walk these halls, but he’s embarrassed. There’s a sinking feeling in his gut at the face Cherry’s making and his stomach somehow hurts even more.

Not hurts. He’s got butterflies.

He’s in love with Sandy though, and she loves him back, and who gives a damn if he’s been practically ignoring Cherry for a decade now. Who gives a damn if she was the only person from the entire west side of Tulsa to show up at his parents’ funeral. She’s always gone to their church and it was right after the regular Sunday morning service and it doesn’t mean shit. Even if he didn’t have a box under his bed he’s been filling with cash for a ring to marry Sandy one day, Cherry wouldn’t matter, because she’s a soc and he’s a greaser and he might not be in even the average level English class like Sandy is, but Soda asked his mom about it once back when Darry was in sophomore year and was reading it and so he knows how Romeo & Juliet ends.

Soda’s in love with Sandy. She loves him back. He flips the collar of his flannel up because he’s a greaser and he’s gotta look tuff or tough or whatever and keeps walking.

“Sodapop!” Cherry calls, and he shouldn’t turn around but there’s classes going on right now and no one’s watching them.

“What?”

“I just—you aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else. You don’t have to do this.”

He stares at her. Maybe she is still kinda nice. But nice girls don’t date guys like Bob Sheldon who’ve picked on him for a decade now because sometimes he talks funny and because he can’t read or write or do anything like people his age are supposed to, on top of everything else that comes with being a greaser.

Guys like Bob Sheldon who do nothing but get drunk and beat on poor kids like Johnny Cade until they aren’t themselves anymore and never will be again.

“School just ain’t going to be the same without you brightening up everyone’s day, Soda,” Cherry calls after him, but he pushes through the door to the stairwell and pretends her words aren’t eating him alive.

“It just ain’t fair you never got any help!”

He wanted to be a teacher once. So did his mom, once upon a time, that meant college, and she had no money and had a baby at eighteen, so she never even had a shot of working in a daycare. And Soda’s dumb and nobody wants a dumb teacher, so he’s never going to be able to make a difference in the lives of kids like him.

Cherry’s right, he never got any help. That’s why he wanted to be the one to help the next generation. But it’s not going to happen.

She stood up for him once. She used to check his work for him before he handed it in. She would whisper-read when they were supposed to be reading silently so he’d understand the passage. They just can’t talk about it anymore because they grew up.

There aren’t many things he’ll miss about Will Rogers High School, but Cherry Valance is admittedly going to be one of them.

Another thing he won’t miss—the grouchy secretary he’s got to hand in the form to. When he gets to the office she gives him a nasty look that just screams get back to class, hood! or maybe something more along the lines of what’s this idiot doing here? He blow in on the way to stupid town?

…Maybe it’s an oh great, another greasy little troublemaker sent to the office.

Clearly that’s the right one, because the first thing she says is “What’d you do? I ain’t gotten a call up or nothin’.”

“I have this withdrawal form to hand in. I talked to our case worker with social services, she says she confirmed with you guys here that my dad’s signature should still be good enough even though he…?”

She swipes the form out of his hands and glances over it. “I’ll have the principal look at it. Get back to class.”

Soda turns, fully intent on finding his backpack and then walking out a side door somewhere instead, and he’s still going to—but just as he’s walking out someone calls his name. He looks back over his shoulder and the principal has stepped out of his office.

“Mr. Curtis, can you do me a favor?” He asks, and Soda nods, just hoping it’s not to do with that form.

He’s handed an envelope, but it’s not for him.

To the Parent/Guardian of Ponyboy Michael Curtis, it says on the front. Soda’s confused.

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s an intake form for high school.”

“Pony’s in seventh grade. There’s a month left of school.”

“Yes, and his test scores are like nothing we’ve ever seen. He’s going to be coming here next year.”

“He’s in seventh grade. Sir, he never even hands in his homework on time! How’s he jumping ahead to ninth?”

“Mr. Curtis, please, just deliver that letter, would you? Saves me the trouble of having to mail it myself. Glory knows you of all people should understand not wanting to waste money on a stamp.”

The butterflies in Soda’s stomach from earlier turn to rocks and he feels like he’s being weighed down again. “I understand just fine, sir.”

He walks back to class, grabs his backpack and walks all the way home.

That night Darry talks about throwing a party for their little brother and Soda has to grin and bear it, because he’s honestly jealous as all hell. He’ll never admit it, though, because he’s as jealous as he is proud of Ponyboy.

But now he’s never going to be able to tell them he dropped out.

Not when Pony’s immediate reaction to the letter is “I get to go school with Soda next year?”

(He then adds, “and Johnny?” but Soda missed that part because he was too busy wallowing in his own guilt.)

Ponyboy’s going to hate this, he thinks the world and more of Soda and he’ll probably find a way to blame Darry for it. But it’s not Darry’s fault, it isn’t their parents’ fault or anybody’s except Soda’s brain for not working like it should. He thinks if his brothers fight tonight he’ll either lose it and kill them both or never stop crying, so he doesn’t tell them that night.

He doesn’t tell them for a month, not until it’s the last week of school and it’s pouring rain and Darry’s roofing job gets canceled for the day. He comes home early to find Soda sitting on the couch watching cartoons because it’s too early to head out to the DX. The clothes he left the house in that morning for school are drying on the radiator and Soda’s nose is red and Darry has to put the worry he’s going to get sick from walking home in the rain aside.

Ponyboy thinks Darry didn’t yell at Soda for dropping out. Well, he wasn’t home for the fallout.

For the “I know school is hard for you. If you really needed a day off, little buddy, you coulda told me instead of skipping. I’ll go call the school now and say you’re sick.”

And the “Sodapop Patrick, what the hell do they mean you ain’t been enrolled at Will Rogers for a month now?”

Or the horrible silence as Darry has to drive Soda to the DX for work in the pouring rain just so whatever cold he definitely caught that morning won’t get worse before it even starts.

No, Ponyboy won’t find out about any of it until he’s back to school shopping in August and jokingly asks Soda if he’s throwing in the towel this year because he’s not buying anything, and Soda casually tells him he’s not going back to school. That working full time at the DX over the summer wasn’t just a summer thing. It doesn’t go over well.

Darry carpools to work on the first day of Pony’s freshman year, because Soda practically begged him to let him have the truck to bring Pony to school alone that morning. Normally the kid would’ve walked, but Soda knows how big of a day this is, and their mom used to always make sure they didn’t have to walk on the first day, not even to the bus stop when they were in grammar school.

They pull up to the curb by the front doors and Soda can see Steve and Two-Bit and Johnny waiting for Ponyboy. He really appreciates Johnny for that. He never goes anywhere in the school that socs go unless there’s a teacher in the room, after he got jumped at the end of the last school year.

It figures he’d show up for Ponyboy, though. If Johnny isn’t with Dally—who’s not there because he got locked up after taking the blame for busting out a bunch of school windows last year even though Two-Bit did that—he’s with Ponyboy. They’re just close like that.

(Actually, Soda’s pretty sure Dally got himself arrested either because he’s simply self-destructive, or so he wouldn’t give himself a chance to kill anybody for what happened to Johnny, but that’s not really the point.)

Soda turns off the engine of the truck and turns to his brother.

“You ready?”

Ponyboy shrugs. He’s chewing on his thumbnail, a nervous habit the three brothers share. Soda gently pushes his arm down, getting Pony’s hand away from his mouth.

“You’re gonna do great, Pony. You might be young but you’re smarter than everybody in there. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

“You know Darry.”

“Darry’s Darry. He’s smart but he’s like—perfect, yknow? He don’t count. And he an’ I both reckon you’re smarter than he’ll ever be. You’re goin’ places, Pony. Really, truly going places. We both know it. You’re on your way up in the world, you’re gonna go so far.”

“People said that about Darry. Look at him now. He’s just a college dro—” Ponyboy cuts himself off and Soda knows why.

“Show ‘em what for, Pony,” he says. “Show ‘em what us Curtises are really made of, okay? Darry gave up his chance for us, but…if anybody’s gonna make it outta this place it’s gonna be you.”

Because Ponyboy was made great things, and Soda wasn’t, and he might still be jealous but his baby brother is going to kick ass in high school.

Soda hugs him and Pony gets out of the truck, and as he starts to walk away, Soda rolls the window down and he calls out:

“Hey, Pony, if you meet a girl named Cherry, tell her I said hi!”

Pony rolls his eyes and waves. Soda laughs to himself as he drives off.

Ponyboy Curtis, talking to a soc girl. Imagine that.

He’s too busy laughing at his own joke to notice Sandy on the sidewalk as he drives past, heading up the steps into the school practically hand-in-hand with a guy who isn’t him.

He does see a girl with auburn hair walking up to school, frowning, and Bob Sheldon’s got an arm around her.

“Great job, Soda! Mrs. Larkin, look how good Sodapop’s doing! He nearly finished the whole worksheet and didn’t give up once!”

“You aren’t stupid. You just learn different than everybody else.”

Soda turns the radio on. “All You Need Is Love” blasts through the speakers. The truck’s windows are down as he heads for the exit of the school’s parking lot.

One head turns.

But Sandy doesn’t like the Beatles.

#sodapop curtis #cherry valance #cherrycola #outsiders fanfic #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #bob sheldon #greasers #socs #sandy the outsiders #the outsiders #the outsiders musical #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders book #julie writes stuff #my post

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dalusional · 7 months ago

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Rip🙏

Rip Ponyboy Curtis you would’ve loved Booktok and The Cranberries

Rip Darry Curtis you would’ve loved life 360 and Facebook market

Rip Sodapop Curtis you would’ve loved taking Buzzfeed quizzes and cracking brainrot jokes

Rip Johnny Cade you would’ve loved fire extinguishers (i’m sorry 😭🙏 )

Rip Dallas Winston you would’ve loved selling kids empty carts and vaping

Rip Two-bit Mathew’s you would’ve loved being a Disney adult and spamming the gang group chat

Rip Steve Randle you would’ve loved trolling kids on fortnite and rhinoplasty’s

Rip Cherry Valence you would’ve loved making grwm’s and Taylor Swift

Rip Bob Sheldon you would’ve loved watching fight videos and making tiktok thirst traps

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #cherry valance #bob sheldon #ponyboy the outsiders #johnny the outsiders #dally the outsiders #dally winston

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howtochangeusername · 9 months ago

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Rip Ponyboy Curtis you would have loved the hamiltion musicial, and vapes(he has his chocolate cigarette now he just had to wait for 80 years), also would’ve loved shows like bjhm and documentaries, the interesting ones and you would’ve loved the eclipse today

Rip Bob Sheldon you wouldve loved uber eats so bad

Rip Cherry Vallence you wouldve loved the heathers musical

Rip Twobit you wouldve loved family guy and trolling fast food employees

Rip Steve you would’ve loved getting a school chromebooks and wouldve HATED goguardian, number 1 opp, he would’ve been so techy and would’ve made money off it, think lip gallgher from shameless type, hes so lip gallagher trust 🙏 SO smart but just too stupid to do anything anything about it

Rip Johnny Cade you wouldve loved not being present in this world because music is blasting in your ears

Rip Darry you would’ve loved sports today and HATED going to walmart(would have to go to walmart every single time because hes broke) would have loved self-checkout

Rip Sodapop you would’ve loved chat-gpt and photomath

hopefully these make sense dally doesnt get one because i dont feel like it! Everypony, please, tell me if these are horrible because i honestly dont know also please talk to me about them in the comments because 🙏 also i wanna write something the outsiders but idk know what, might try writing something modern times but if anypony has a suggestion u should msg me

#darry curtis #the outsiders #bob sheldon #steve randle #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #im done tagging

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chetbakr · 2 months ago

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rip (modern) bob sheldon u wouldve loved talking to cherry through spotify playlists after the break up

#if this is ooc idc its funny to me 😓#bob sheldon #cherry valance #bob x cherry #the outsiders #the outsiders musical

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christotokos · 3 months ago

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🤍,🚦,🎸 please :)

🤍— age gap, older dallas

Cherry glares at Dallas, her face getting redder by the second. Dallas glares right back, his body half shielding Ponyboy's still sleeping form in what was their wedding bed. "Don't tell me you came here to argue with me about me moving on when you had Bob Sheldon seconds from knotting you the last time we talked."

Opening salvo, and Cherry draws herself up. "Bob wasn't trying to do that to me in our bed."

"Yeah, yeah, cause that was the issue," Dallas snaps back, and Cherry crosses her arms like he can't scent Bob all over her. "Not you trying to rip off Texas —"

"Is he even out of high school?" Cherry snaps out, "Or have a fucking driver's license? Or are you planning to take him to prom?"

Anger rushes up Dallas' throat, and he bares his teeth. "You got some fucking nerve Cherry! No he ain't a goddamn high schooler, you fu—"

"I made valedictorian in high school, actually," comes a sleepy rebuttal that makes them both whip their heads around. Ponyboy's woken up, his hair in a mess, scratching at his cheek, some glitter from the disco still on him (Fuck, that was going to be in the apartment for months, wasn't it?), and a sleepy look on his face. "Been in college for three years, about to finish undergrad. You wanna see my transcript, though, you gotta pay for it."

Both of them seem to not know what to say and Ponyboy rubs at his face. "You wanna move your divorce out of the bedroom? I gotta piss real bad."

🚦 — kidfic escape au (cw: implied child abuse)

Dallas leans back, his eyes focused on Tim's seething form on the other side. The phone he's using feels disgusting against his good ear. "So, what, your broad left in the middle of the night with them pups you don't even like. What's the fucking problem?"

He doesn't care to tell Tim he's a fucking idiot in the first place. They all know that. Tim grinds his teeth. "He took the fucking money is the problem."

Oh, well. There it was.

🎸 — undefined band au

That night in the studio feels good, Dallas decides. Not because they're trying a new sound, not because Bob and Cherry have finally stopped trying to drag him into their own cold war, not because Two-Bit's being funny as fuck on the drums whenever they're being annoying — not it's cause of the other artist next door.

He's having a smoke break when he sees a semi familiar face, dressed in a much too tight for him blue shirt, in blue white jeans, come up the steps. He knows his face — and it's only when he turns to look at Dallas, that he puts it together.

"Ponyboy Curtis?" He asks, and Ponyboy looks as shocked as him in that moment. That was the smartest greaser kid he'd ever met, even if it had been brief. "Fuck are you doing here?"

"Hell of a way to greet me," Ponyboy replies, though Dallas knows he's right. "Can you get the door? I forgot the key."

"Sure," he tosses his cigarette over the rail, taking out his own key, "Still don't make sense why you're here. I thought you went to college."

A barking laugh leaves Ponyboy's mouth, his sharp teeth flashing. Way sharper than what Dallas remembers. "Darry lied to you too, huh?"

#Anonymous #asks #anon asks #band au tag #escape au tag #age gap tag #the outsiders #dalpony tag

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specific-dreamer · 4 days ago

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rip dallas winston and bob sheldon yall would’ve loved the super bowl

#AND I CAN SAY THIS #BC SUPERBOWEL BECAME A THING IN 66 #AND THEY DIED 64 #the outsiders #book specific not the musical i fear #dally winston #dallas winston #bob sheldon

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encntada · 6 months ago

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the poor girl felt her body begin to shake with emotion as the bundle of clothes is placed into her awaiting hands. jenny knew what she's being handed without even looking: the striped t-shirt the nurses had to cut off of him to treat his back, a pair of fairly new though worn blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and cuffed at the ankle. she remembers saving a month's worth of tips and wages to surprise him with them for his sixteenth birthday, and the vest he'd made himself with a second hand denim jacket and a pair if shears. her fingertips ran delicately over the varying fabrics. she sniffled quietly as the bundle of clothes began to blur in her vision.

whatever anger she felt upon opening the door to @amantesmultorum fizzled as she held the last of her baby brother in her hands. that greasers versus socs bullshit didn't even matter to her now. how could anything matter to her now without her little brother in world ? pressing the bundle of clothes to her chest, she wrapped her arms around herself tight. " thank you, cherry. " she looks up at the other girl with tear filled eyes. jenny anne would never find an ounce of sympathy in her heart for bob sheldon. he and every other soc that beat on johnny could rot in hell for all she cared. but, this act of kindness from cherry valance had softened a very small spot in her hardened heart, " i — i wasn't sure when i would've been able to make it back to the hospital. honestly, i don't think i could ever step foot in that place again. "

the mention of the letter is enough to further tear her heart to shreds. jenny remembers johnny asking her to be his scribe but the thought of penning her little brother's last words to his best friend nearly sent her over the edge ——- so she begged a nurse to do it. " you — you saw ponyboy ? and you — you spoke to him ? " which probably would've made her angry about ninety seconds ago. " is he a — alright? "

CONTINUED FROM HERE.

#amantesmultorum #◟ ⋆ threads › JENNY ANNE CADE #big oof !

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kiribakukuro · 5 years ago

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happy birthday patrick!!! ❤️❤️

#c thomas howell #dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #matt dillon #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #ralph macchio #the outsiders #patrick swayze #i love you #rip patrick swayze #happy birthday #cherry valence #diane lane #bob sheldon #randy adderson

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faggotadeux · 2 years ago

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i wish people put in more '60s accurate details in their fanfictions so i present some things from the '60s the characters in the outsiders would have seen/used/experienced.

school lunches

this is what the gang most likely would have had at school lunch. people don't really talk about school lunch in their fanfics but i really think they should. could you imagine the romance of eating "weiner wraps" with ponyboy?

these honestly sound disgusting no wonder dallas dropped out.

rip johnny cade you would have loved high school cheezy breadsticks.

EDIT: it said in the book that the greasers didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch!

halloween costumes

this one required two pictures because i wanted to show the true demon from hell itself that is the beatles mask halloween costumes. i wanna see someone write a fanfic about bob sheldon jumping johnny cade but dressed up as paul mccartney. now that would haunt my dreams.

'60s halloween costumes were honestly so scary even when they weren't trying to be.

could you imagine like a little baby four year old ponyboy going trick or treating and seeing those eyeball things? no wonder the kid has anxiety and ptsd.

60s fashion

i could make a whole post about clothing (dresses, housewear, school clothes, bathing suits, fuck even underwear) but for now i just wanted to highlight some of this stuff. if you're going for 1965, these looks are a bit more socy but cute! i wanna see cherry pop off in that orange dress.

if you're writing a few years after the main plots of the book (after 1966) that fashion could probably be seen with a lot of the characters! i could see ponyboy popping off with that sweater on the bottom left.

EDIT: fashion also depends on region! what people were wearing in Tulsa was different from what people were wearing in Miami, and vice versa.

semi-unrelated but we should acknowledge that mrs. curtis was a housewife in the 50s and for sure would have worn those pretty housewife dresses. she's so cool. we should talk about her more. EDIT: it's unlikely that she would have because of their financial status.

toys

i know that the characters are a bit old to be playing with toys- but they might still mention them in conversation. and these toys are perfect for any baby fanfics!

i know cherry would have SO played with those barbies. i would read a whole fic about cherry's barbie dreamhouse. could you imagine marcia and cherry playing barbies together? so cute. i could die.

if you're looking for toys the gang would have played with, i would look at toys from the 50s, especially for older characters like tim shepard and darry curtis.

EDIT: they most likely wouldn't have had that many toys! maybe only one or two.

christmas decorations

christmas in the '60s was so cute! i could so see cherry with one of those aluminum christmas trees in her house.

the second picture does a good job of showing what some kids might have gotten for christmas, along with what their tvs and other items looked like.

again, this is pretty soc-centered, but it can give y'all some good ideas for a nice '60s christmas fanfic with the gang.

conclusion

to start, a lot of the things here are revolve around the socs, and that's because they're rich. people idealize and remember the things that the rich had over the poor. even if the gang wouldn't have had these things, they still would have seen them around!

if you really want to go deep: look at boomer meme accounts. i know it sounds stupid, but trust me. you'll see tons of things like "no kids these days know what this means" and they think they're better than younger generations because technology has advanced. it's a great way to learn about some of the small things people had to do everyday that won't get talked about.

there were some parts of the '60s that were really cute. obviously, other parts of the decade weren't so i advise you all to be careful with how you write decade-accurate pieces. racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, and many other issues were rampant at this time. (general psa: you can write gay characters in 60s fanfictions! gay people did exist in the 60s.)

i do this thing in my fanfiction i like to call "vintage touches" where in would incorporate things from the original text/60s like drive in theaters, music, record players, fashion, etc. but, i would still have the fanfiction take place in the modern day.

this was a very fun post to make and i hope y'all like it! if anybody wants anything they want to see, please shoot me an ask! this is just scratching the surface.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #cherry valance #bob sheldon #60s #1960s

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The Outsiders Asks

@airkingasparagus

Characters

Darrel Curtis: What’s a situation where you’ve stepped up and become a leader?

I don't know whether this counts or not but I had to comfort a friend when she cried about something that was going on. so I don't know if I played the roll of a leader or not.

Ponyboy Curtis: If you could fix any problem, in your world or someone else’s, what would you fix?

I want people to believe in themselves and get rid of their envy because that could help us come together and accept each other more.

Sodapop Curtis: Name a time where you’ve had your heart broken

When my first best friend broke up with me, I cried myself to sleep for a whole month

Johnny Cade: What’s something you’re proud of yourself for?

grades, art and kindness. but it's not pride, they are just strengths that God gives me.

Two-Bit Mathews: Have you ever stolen something? Why did you steal it?

Just stupid little things. I stole 3 Doritos bags from some classmates 'stash of chips' and a fine liner from my teachers desk.... whoops

nothing intense though lol

Dallas Winston: What one event most shaped the way you see the world?

10 years worth of bullying, they made me realize that there is bad just like there is good and you just have to be strong and overcome these situations.

Steve Randle: Why is your best friend your best friend?

She understands me and likes me for who I truly am. She laughs with me and cries with me. we do the stupidest things together and I love her so much.

Cherry Valance: How does other people’s perceptions of you affect the way you act?

Honestly, it doesn't affect me at all. if it's negative I won't let it affect me if it's positive then, great! you like something about me.

Bob Sheldon: How do you want to be remembered?

As a kind, strong, charismatic, and courageous person.

Randy Anderson: What’s a spur-of-the-moment decision you’ve made that had consequences?

I told a secret to a person whom I had JUST started building my trust with and they made it public and I lost my trust in them.

Locations

The Drive-In: What appeals to you the most about the 60s and 80s?

60s cars and 80s style, movies and music

The Movie Theater: What movie (besides The Outsiders) had a significant impact on you?

The Hate U Give

The Church: Where do you go to feel like the world can’t touch you?

The park, I'll sit on a swing and read a book and I feel free.

I would also go to my friend and it's like we are on a whole nother world just her and me. we have the wackiest ideas and the weirdest jokes and we feel in such similar ways.

The Lot: What is a place you thought was safe that ended up betraying you?

A corner on my school playground where I would hang out with my friends

The Curtis House: For you, is home a person or place?

a place, because it's just a thing. what matters most are the people who MAKE UP home.

Objects

Switchblade: What makes you feel safe?

Home and the people that care for me.

Leather Jacket: What’s an outfit/piece of clothing you always feel confident in?

Ripped jeans & hoodies or ripped jeans, a spaghetti strap and a jean jacket over the whole thing.

Bologna: What’s something you’ve disliked for as long as you can remember?

Heartless people.

Coffee: What is your vice, if any?

Idk

Converse: If you had to run from the police with anyone from The Outsiders, who would you choose and why?

Sodapop Curtis because his energy would keep me going and if I had to stay in a place, like the church, Ill have a shoulder to cry on and someone to comfortably talk to. And Steve Randle because he'd be the brains of the whole thing and he would know where to go and what to do. He would encourage me to be strong no matter what and to also be wise. I feel like they would both tell me to think with both my heart and my head, because the mind can overthink and work against me and the heart can soften me up and make me weak. They would tell me that even if I didn't do anything wrong but get blamed anyways, if I believe deep down inside that I didn't do it, I don't need anyone else to believe me because I saw it with my own eyes and they didn't, therefore Im right and people will see it sooner or later. For these reasons I'd run from the police with Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle.

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