#romeo curtis

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Lucky Patrick Curtis (Teen: 1975-1981)

DOB: November 11th 1962 Age: 62 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Luck, Luke S/O: Nicole Alderman Kids: Sarah, Vincent, and Xavier Best Friend(s): Dennis Morrison and John Delve Aesthetic: Lucky was a pretty wild child. He had his father’s energy and optimism that Sarah loved so. His parents were extremely young when he was born, 14 years old, and it was difficult to grow up along side them. Lucky would tag along with his mama when she went to school (something she dreaded) and eventually to work once she graduated. Sodapop didn’t want her to drop out like he had, wanted to see her make something of herself. Sarah Jane did not want to stay, stating that if he was dropping out to support the family, so could she. She didn’t drop out. Lucky was the only child for 4 years and when his little sister Magnolia was born, it was safe to say he was in love. He followed her and their mother around daily, wanted to help in anyway he could. Lucky was a good, kind hearted boy all away around. When he was in high school, he became the popular guy. Luck was always going to parties and getting wasted on the weekend with the boys. It stressed his mother out to no degree, but he always knew how to charm his way out of trouble. When he was 16 he got his now wife pregnant. His parents chewed him out, expecting him to learn from their “mistake”. When his little girl, Sarah, was born he turned his life around. He was beginning to get good grades, got back into the graces with his teachers and coaches. He became a big New York lawyer later on, total 80s wall street yuppie.

Magnolia Anne Curtis (Teen: 1979-1985)

DOB: February 19th 1966 Age: 58 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Mag, Maggie S/O: Alec Vaughn Kids: Anneliese and George Best Friend(s): Carrie Workington, Louisa May, and Sofia Palome Aesthetic: Magnolia was always seen as super mature for her age. It may be due to her young parents, or her father’s enlistment, or her older brother’s advice instilled. No one knows where it came from, definitely not her parents. She was very smart and even skipped a couple grades. It was her father’s job to help with homework while her mother cooked dinner. A lot of nights crying at the table, not from her though. Magnolia used to distance herself from her family. She was very independent and never wanted help from her parents. It didn’t help that she resented her parents from being so young. The kids in her grade would whisper about her, that she was weird, a shotgun baby. She despised her parents. Sarah Jane constantly tried to talk to her baby about this, but it was difficult to get anything out of Maggie. Stubborn as a nail she was. Soda began taking his girl out for daddy daughter dinners, which consisted of strawberry ice cream and McDonald's burgers. His wife wasn’t even upset of these outings, praying that it would work. Magnolia eventually opened up on one of those daddy daughter dates. Maggie cried, Soda cried, and even Sarah did when she got the re-telling at bedtime. It worked though, and Maggie grew closer to her parents and siblings. She even still goes out with her daddy for dinners every Thursday.

Forrest David Curtis (Teen: 1982-1988)

DOB: February 9th 1969 Age: 55 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Woody S/O: Natalie Berryman Kids: Oliver and Aurora Best Friend(s): Isaac Brooks Aesthetic: Forrest was a very easy baby. He rarely cried and was easily as good if his older brother was there in the room with him. He was obsessed with Lucky, thought he hung the moon. When he was in high school, he became friends with Isaac Brooks, and became involved in some not good things. He started smoking with him after school and whenever he could. His father once caught him and asked for a hit, but told him that he wouldn’t tell his mother. Woody thought that his dad would lose his mind over the recreational drug use, being a veteran and all that, but no. Sodapop told him that he used to smoke this stuff in the war, to “relax”. It became a regular thing for the two. Going out every couple of nights to smoke on the porch or in a random parking lot (do not smoke and drive!) and simply just talk about everything and anything. This was their bonding experience. He won two tickets to a pearl jam concert when he was seventeen and the first person he asked was his dad. They went and came back reeking of the drug and Sarah Jane had grounded them both, how she grounded her own husband, no one knows. Woody and Sodapop were each others best friends.

Romeo Preston Curtis (Teen: 1985-1991)

DOB: December 31st 1972 Age: 52 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Ro, Rome, Romey S/O: Rachel Carter Kids: Cassandra and Dylan Best Friend(s): Joseph Matthews and Aaron Curtis Aesthetic: Romeo was extremely quiet. He barely spoke, in fact didn’t speak one word until he was two years old. His first word was “no lux” when his older brother, Lucky, was tickling him to no ends. Romey was as shy as they come, Soda found him so hard to understand his young son, being certainly eccentric and outgoing himself. He loved his birthday, he got extra presents (as much as his parents could afford) and he got to be cocky to his siblings. He was his mother’s favourite, adoring her quiet Christmas present. He reminded her so much if Sodapop, not exactly with his personality, but his attitude and looks. He was very handsome and very polite and respectful to others, something Sarah Jane admired in both her boys. One Thanksgiving, Soda’s family came over and as the women were cooking dinner and gossiping, the boys were playing tackle football in the yard. Rome watched from the kitchen window with his mother until his Aunt Katherine encouraged him to join the brother’s outside. Romeo learned how to play football with his dads and uncles and quickly became involved with the sport on school teams. His family went to every game until he decided to change over to lacrosse instead. He excelled at lacrosse much more than he ever did football. He was very popular with the girls, but he didn’t notice it. He was overall a very polite and athletic kid.

Charity Dove Curtis (Teen: 1987-1993)

DOB: July 7th 1974 Age: 50 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Char, Love, Lovie S/O: Damien Sinclair Kids: Ashley, Eric, and Loren Best Friend(s): James Winston Aesthetic: Charity was the IT girl in school. She was very proud of who she was the minute she was born. It didn’t help her ego that her daddy worshipped the ground she walked on, gave her everything imaginable. She was a cheerful and loving young girl, wearing the best dresses her mother could make with old scrap fabric. Charity Curtis was the best dressed girl in all of McAlester and everyone knew it. She loved performing in local beauty contests and was a debutante when she was 15. Her southern accent increased her charm, many people admiring this toddler with the heaviest accent in all off the south. Sometimes she talked too fast and it was hard to understand what exactly she was saying, all her words mumbled together. Her special talent was and will always be her cheerleading. She was captain of her cheerleading squad in high school (just like Sarah Jane mind you) and was her team’s fly girl. She later went on to win many more championships and beauty competitions, earning her the spot of Miss Southern, Miss U.S.A, AND Miss Universe respectively. Her parents couldn’t be more proud of their gorgeous sweet daughter. When she met Damien, it was love at first sight. Her daddy was sceptical of him, but when was he not? He just wanted to protect his little girl from the harm of the outside world, and that included boys. The two actually grew to like each other, but Soda would never admit to that.

Prayer Thomas Curtis (Teen: 1990-1996)

DOB: May 18th 1977 Age: 47 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Pray, PT S/O: Sophie Anderson Kids: Ryan, Ethan, and Brady Best Friend(s): Brandon Winston and Shawn Curtis Aesthetic: Prayer was a very helpful kid. He always offered to help his mother win any housework that needed to be done. Prayer was his parents go to babysitter per his own request. He love his little siblings and cousins and decided that if his parents or aunt needs a little help, why couldn’t he? Prayer would also walk his dad’s lunch to the garage on his way to school if his father forgot to pick it up before leaving for work. Sometimes Sodapop would let his son stay a little longer to talk to customers and encourage him to actually engage with the work itself. Prayer loved PB&J’s, he would eat it for every meal every day if his mother would allow him. When he was a teenager his mom told him that he was old enough to do his own chores like his older siblings and one of his chores was packing his own lunches. Every lunch was a PB&J. Every. Single. One. Maybe a side of lays and a soda. He ate terribly growing up but still stayed very fit, probably from all the running around he did, clearly from all the sugar that was in his sandwiches each day.

Cola Robert Curtis (Teen: 1993-1999)

DOB: January 23rd 1980 Age: 44 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Cole, Coley S/O: Amelia Boone Kids: Benson, Louis, and Elijah Best Friend(s): Kyle Randle Aesthetic: Cola hated his name. He knew that his family was known for their ridiculous names, but he thought he had the absolute worst of them all. Cola. How stupid is that he thought. He refused to be called Cola outside of his house (or even in it for that matter) only Cole was allowed. Cole was embarrassed by his name, his family, and his money. They weren’t exactly poor, but they weren’t rich by any means. He was very preppy and popular in high school, being on the football team and being an honour’s roll student throughout his academic career. Cole tried his damn best to separate himself from the rest of his family. His mother understood where he was coming from to an extent, in a way that his optimistic father could never. She knew how he could feel embarrassed by their finances and names. She knew she named her children uncommon and unique names, it was done on purpose, for her husband’s sake. She knew that when her and Soda got married, they were so in love she couldn’t tell that they were poor. Not until she ran into some old soc friends and they buried her alive with her new status in the world. Cole never truly recovered from the embarrassment and bullying he went through in his childhood, still tried to block out his past and family to the rest of the world.

Angel Love Curtis (Teen: 1993-1999)

DOB: January 23rd 1980 Age: 44 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Ange, Angie, Lovie S/O: Paul Mercante Kids: Daniela, Isabel, Ellie, and Rosalie Best Friend(s): Francesca Bough Aesthetic: Angel was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Much like her older sister, Charity, she was told often times told how gorgeous she truly was. Angie started modelling in 1992 when she was 12 years old. By the time she was 17 years old, she was booking jobs with Tommy Hilfiger, Guess, and Michael Kors. She had met Paul Mercante in kindergarten and he was her first boyfriend if you will. She started having play dates with him and best believe Soda and Steve had a field day trying to figure out this 5 year old boy. He took her to their first school dance in middle school and he ended up dancing with Rachel Burnes and Angel had come home sobbing. Her twin brother, Cole, was ready to punch a kid out. It was actually Sodapop who had been the one to talk the boy down while his wife was upstairs with his other daughters calming his youngest daughter. They got back together in 11th grade and ended up getting married when she was 22 years old. Angel, at her best, was modelling for Givenchy, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, and was even the spokesperson for Chanel. She got so famous and so excited that she had bought her parents a house when she was 25 years old.

Valentine Waylon Curtis (Teen: 1996-2002)

DOB: February 14th 1983 Age: 41 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Val, Valey S/O: Aimee Bowen Kids: Camren, Aidan, Alyssa, and Hailee Best Friend(s): Ethan Cade and Matthew Winston Aesthetic: Valentine , being the second youngest, was very funny. He learned that he was never going to be as smart as Cola or Lucky and that he was never going to be as handsome as Prayer or Romeo. He decided to be the funny one. He knew how to make people laugh, had an interesting way of making conversation and storytelling. He could talk for hours and hours on end. He was always very cheerful this one. Val hated seeing anyone upset, it hurt him deep down to find a person crying especially his own family. Valentine was very good with his younger brother Blessing. Blessing was a whey baby, crying every 5 minutes, and it bothered his mama, which in turn bothered him. Val would run to his room, pick out the most ridiculous outfit and prance around in front of his baby brother's playpen until he would giggle. Growing up, he was always compared to his Uncle Two, people reminding him that he was funny and handsome, a new word used to describe him. As he entered middle school, he noticed that he might actually be attractive. Val didn't realise his beauty. He believed that he was the most homely looking out of all his brothers, but his mama always noted his relationship to his father, THE Sodapop Curtis. Girls then started to flock to him, but because of his inner insecurities, he never knew how to talk to them. He could make all the jokes he wanted, make a fool of himself, they would eventually turn the other way because they thought him weird. Val turned to his father for advice, which didn't work due to the massive age gap. There was one last option if Valentine would ever want a wife in the future…Prayer Curtis himself. He was embarrassed to ask for help, but Prayer was actually pretty chill about it. After the advice he received from his older brother, he started seeing Aimee Bowen and the rest was history.

Blessing River Curtis (Teen: 1998-2004)

DOB: August 20th 1985 Age: 39 years old Hometown: McAlester, Oklahoma Nicknames: Bless, B, Riv S/O: Casey Moss Kids: Connor and Bailey Best Friend(s): Erick Bishop, Kevin Parrish, and Clayton Ibarra Aesthetic: Blessing was exactly what his name says. His parents were told, due to their age, that they couldn't have children anymore. The two were okay with this, thinking they were done 4 children ago anyway. Sarah Jane, the woman she is, believed that God has a plan for everyone, and that all of her children are miracles in their own right. When she fell pregnant for the 9th time in 1984, she knew this was a sign from God. It was a tough and terrible pregnancy for the whole family involved. In fact, Katherine Curtis ended up making her way down to McAlester to help her younger sister-in-law through the journey of it all. When her son was born, she had already had his named picked out from the beginning, whether he be a boy or a girl. Blessing was her baby's name. This name, he hated. When he was in grade school, his name was brought up in many bullies conversations and teasings. Blessing was a girl's name and a weird one at that. Blessing became very isolated with everyone. He started going by River because River Phoenix made it cool somewhat. As he got older he was just used to being called Riv or River. That was until Casey Moss came up to him in history class and said "Blessing Curtis, right?". He almost had a heart attack. This when he got comfortable being referred to as Blessing. Yes, people still made fun of him, but it didn't matter anymore. Casey Moss knew his name. Sarah was ecstatic when she met the girl that made her come out of his shell. She was planning their wedding before the two even admitted their love for each other. Blessing was very athletic, finding himself juggling Football, Baseball, AND lacrosse all at once one school year. He got scouted in 2002, and he got a full ride scholarship to Colombia University on Football.

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copperright loss

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Marbit Romeo and Juliet au but at what cost?? Specially the circle in the square production. HEAR ME OUT PLEASE

[floralcavern]

Rating some MCs in classic literature 

Winston Smith (1984): 3/10. Sorry, but the fact that his first thought upon meeting Julia was his desire to rape and kill her is not a good way to make me root for this guy. Idk, he’s kind of.. eh. I like his thoughts of rebellion, I guess

Ralph (Lord of the Flies): 6/10. He’s interesting and I like his leadership. However, he’s kind of a milquetoast protagonist. There are way more interesting characters in the book. But I do love his arc!

Scout Finch (To Kill A Mockingbird): 10/10. I may not really care for TKAMB that much as a book, but boy oh boy do I love the characters. Scout is incredible, she is a perfect unreliable narrator and the perfectly written child POV. She’s so silly! I love her!

George Milton (Of Mice and Men): 10/10. I LOVE OF MICE AND MEN! This book never fails to make me cry. George is amazing. He’s such a good friend. I love characters that come off as jerks who actually care the most. And boy, does he care about Lennie. He cares so much and it breaks my heart 

Napoleon (Animal Farm): 9/10. Technically, there isn’t one sole main character of Animal Farm, but when I looked up ‘Animal Farm main character’ he was the first search result. Anyways, I LOVE THIS BOOK! I LOVE HOW IT SHOWS THE DANGERS OF COMMUNISM! I LOVE HOW IT SHOWS HOW DICTATORSHIPS HAPPEN! Napoleon is such a good villain, I just AGHHHH!

Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) 1/10. I literally had to look up this mofos name, and I just read the book last year. He is so fucking boring. Not a single interesting quality to name about him. He’s just.. bland. 

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein: The Modern Prometheus): 7/10. Look, I know technically Robert Walton is the narrator of the book, but I have.. literally nothing to say about him, ok? At least with Nick Carraway people actually somewhat remember his existence. Shut up. Anywhoooo.. Oh, he’s such an awful person. He’s so fucking pathetic. He’s terrible, he’s a loser, he’s a bad dad. But I loved watching his downfall. 

Romeo and Juliet: 4/10. They’re.. boring. And stupid. So fucking stupid. 

Ponyboy Curtis (The Outsiders): 6/10. Yall, I’ll admit that it’s been a LONG time since I’ve read The Outsiders. I do remember liking it! And from what I remember about Ponyboy, he was a great protag, just a sweet, genuinely good kid. But, like with Ralph, there were more interesting characters in the book that stand out to me more, even with my vague memories. 

[lfc-unbelievables]

CuJo and Caoimhin during international break last year

[d8nielaa]

Hello, can I request a Ponyboy imagine? It’s kinda like Romeo and Juliet ish, where she’s a Soc (duh) and they both are sneaking around but then both sides find out and it’s a really big thing so they try running away but they get into an accident (they don’t die) however when they’re both in the hospital it comes to light that Pony was the most injured because he was protecting her so he got most of the brunt of the accident. And they both are freaking out about the other and the two sides realize how much they care about each other

Authors Note: so for those of you who don't know- my favorite subject in school is English, not just because I'm good at it and because it's easy for me- but because I love studying writing, so when we went over Romeo and Juliet, best believe I was stunned. btw this idea is the best ever anon ilysm

Across Enemy Lines

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader

The tension between the Socs and the Greasers had always been palpable. You were a Soc, and he was a Greaser. The two worlds were like fire and ice—entirely different, but somehow still intertwined in ways you couldn’t quite explain. Your friends would never understand why you were so drawn to him. But from the moment you met Ponyboy Curtis, there was no denying the spark.

It started with quiet conversations at the edge of a party or late-night strolls down the street when you’d run into each other by accident. He wasn’t like the other Greasers. He wasn’t hardened or rough around the edges. He was soft, thoughtful, kind—and he saw past the facade you put up as the perfect Soc girl.

But it was dangerous. You knew it was dangerous, sneaking around behind your friends' backs to see him, sneaking away from the eyes of the world that told you who to be and who you were supposed to love. But none of it mattered when you were with Ponyboy. Nothing else existed but the two of you.

One night, after a secret meeting in the park, you and Ponyboy made plans to run away. It wasn’t something you thought would ever happen in your life, but in this moment, it felt right. It felt like freedom—something both of you longed for in your own way. You weren’t supposed to love each other, you weren’t supposed to be together, but it felt like fate had other plans.

“I’m scared,” you admitted softly, your fingers nervously twisting the hem of your jacket.

Ponyboy looked at you, his brown eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. “I am too,” he said, taking your hand in his. “But I don’t want to let go of this. I don’t want to lose you, (Y/N).”

You smiled faintly, feeling the same fear. “We’ll be alright, Pony. I just… I can’t live with the thought of never getting to be with you.”

He squeezed your hand, the bond between you both stronger than anything either side could break. “Let’s run away together, (Y/N). We’ll make our own life.”

And that’s exactly what you planned to do—until the world found out.

The whispers started small. Someone saw you talking to him in the park, or maybe it was someone catching the way you looked at each other when you thought no one was paying attention. But by the time it reached your friends and his brothers, it was a storm of accusations and rage.

The word was out. The Socs and Greasers had learned of your secret.

“I can’t believe you’d do this!” your best friend, Beverly, yelled at you one afternoon. “What the hell is wrong with you? He’s a Greaser—you’re supposed to hate them! You’re supposed to be better than that!”

Your stomach churned. “Beverly, I don’t care. I care about him.”

“It’s not just about you, (Y/N),” she snapped, her face flushed with anger. “You’re ruining everything. This is bad for all of us. This is bigger than you two!”

Meanwhile, Ponyboy faced similar backlash from his brothers and the rest of the gang. The Greasers were furious with him, and they all felt betrayed. The lines between you two had blurred, and the consequences were now unavoidable.

It was no longer just about love—it was about survival.

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That night, you and Ponyboy had planned to run. No more sneaking around, no more lies. Just you, him, and the open road. You couldn’t go through with your lives if you couldn’t be together, no matter what it took.

But as you were driving away from the town, both sides—his brothers and your friends—tracked you down. What started as a few tense words escalated into a dangerous chase. Panic settled over you both as you realized that your perfect plan was falling apart.

“Pony, they’re right behind us!” you yelled, your hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as you tried to avoid the cars tailing you.

He looked at you, his face pale with fear, but he was determined. “Just keep going. Don’t stop. We can make it!”

But fate had other plans. A car swerved in front of you, forcing you to swerve and lose control. The next thing you knew, the world went black.

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When you woke up, you were in a sterile, white hospital room, the beeping of machines and the faint murmurs of voices surrounding you. Your head was pounding, your body aching, and the first thing you noticed was the emptiness. Where was Ponyboy?

You tried to sit up, but the pain in your chest was sharp, and you collapsed back onto the bed, your breathing erratic.

“(Y/N),” a familiar voice called, and you turned your head to see your brother, a somber look in his eyes. “You’re awake.”

“Where’s Ponyboy?” you asked, panic surging through your veins. “Where is he? Is he okay?”

Your brother hesitated, looking at the door before speaking in a quiet voice. “Ponyboy’s been hurt. Badly.”

Your heart dropped. “What do you mean? Is he—”

“He’s alive, but… (Y/N), he took most of the impact. He was protecting you.”

Tears sprang to your eyes as the truth hit you like a brick wall. “What? No, no… he shouldn’t have—”

“(Y/N), listen to me,” your brother said, stepping closer. “Ponyboy was trying to get you out of the way when the car hit. He pushed you out of harm’s way, and it cost him.”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. The one person you loved more than anything in this world was hurt, all because he was trying to protect you. You didn’t care about anything else right now. All that mattered was getting to him.

You struggled out of bed, ignoring the pain in your body as you made your way to his room.

When you finally reached his room, you found Ponyboy lying there, his body bruised and battered, but alive. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale, but there was still life in him, and that was all that mattered. He’d sacrificed himself for you.

Your heart clenched as you slowly approached him, careful not to jostle him too much.

“Ponyboy?” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Pony, please wake up.”

His eyes fluttered open, and when they met yours, a soft, exhausted smile tugged at his lips. “(Y/N)… you’re here.”

“Of course I’m here,” you whispered, brushing the hair off his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He winced slightly, but he reached out to take your hand. “I couldn’t let anything happen to you. I love you too much.”

Your tears flowed freely now, but they weren’t tears of sadness—they were tears of gratitude. You didn’t deserve this kind of love, but you had it anyway.

“I love you too, Pony,” you said, your voice shaky but full of sincerity. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“It’s not your fault,” he murmured, squeezing your hand weakly. “I’ll be okay, as long as you’re by my side.”

The two of you sat there in silence, holding hands, the weight of the world crashing down on you. But in that moment, everything else faded away. The Greasers, the Socs, the animosity between them—it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that you had each other.

And in time, the world would come to realize that love could exist across enemy lines, no matter how impossible it seemed.

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Authors Note: wi wi wi

[darkesthourofthedarkestnight]

smth smth romeo and juliet and darry and paul parallels

[asfaraswordscango]

"Morning and evening. I felt I was grieving .Until I said fuck you .And never again"

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Title: Romeo + Juliet

Rating: PG-13

Director: Baz Luhrmann

Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Claire Danes, Jesse Bradford, Vondie Curtis-Hall, Brian Dennehy, John Leguizamo, Miriam Margolyes, Harold Perrineau, Christina Pickles, Pete Postlethwaite, Paul Rudd, Paul Sorvino, Diane Venora, M. Emmet Walsh, Edwina Moore

Release year: 1996

Genres: romance, drama

Blurb: The Montagues and Capulets have moved their ongoing feud to the sweltering suburb of Verona Beach, where Romeo and Juliet fall in love and secretly wed.

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Literature doodles

I think this was made like...either over the summer or early this year(hence why no Frankenstein), but here were the books I read for school(and remembered) up until the end of sophomore year, with rankings and all :]

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Up next on my 90's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet (1996) on amazing blu-ray! #movie #movies #actionadventure #drama #tragedy #williamshakespearesromeoandjuliet #WilliamShakespeare #RomeoAndJuliet #leonardodicaprio #clairedanes #JohnLeguizamo #HaroldPerrineau #paulrudd #PaulSorvino #RIPPaulSorvino #jamiekennedy #DashMihok #dianevenora #briandennehy #ripbriandennehy #jessebradford #VondieCurtisHall #PetePostlethwaite #MiriamMargolyes #memmetwalsh #ripmemmetwalsh #ZakOrth #ChristinaPickles #QuindonTarver #desree #bluray #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest

[mitjalovse]

The 70's did look forward as we have seen in our discussions, yet they were also heavily nostalgic as well. The 50's and the early 60's were the rage then, which can be felt in some cases. Showaddywaddy, for example, made their career by basically being a cover band for the period, though they also felt quite close to glam rock of the time thanks to their production choices. Moreover, their presentation harkened to an earlier era, because their lineup resembled, if you squinted, a possible amalgam of jazz groups and rock bands. I mean, I could actually see them having their own variety show with a lot of questionable skits. Additionaly, you kept having a hunch they stiffled their laughter during their concerts and guffawed like crazy after them.

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hi can you do dally with Curtis sister reader (in between soda and pony's age) and their relationship is a secret because her brothers would lose their minds but Dal only has good intentions and is completely enamored by her. He sneaks into her room at night and the next morning when Darry goes to wake her up he flips out seeing Dallas Winston in his baby sister's bed and that causes Soda and pony to come in and freak out too

i’ll keep you my dirty little secret ✮⋆˙

secret relationship with dally | dallas winston x curtis ! reader ˚ 𖦹⋆｡˚

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dallas winston, a name notorious even within his own gang. though your brothers were close friends with him, they never failed to remind you to stay cautious around him— god knows what he’d do to a girl like you. dallas has always been dubbed ‘the mean one’, ‘the dangerous one’, ‘the one that had nothing ahead of him.’ in the words of your younger brother, pony, ‘he had been arrested, he got drunk, he rode in rodeos, lied, cheated, rolled drunks, jumped small kids— he did everything.’

despite the number of people that warned you about dallas, there was something so irresistible about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. his subtle, yet flirtatious comments, were enough to turn you into a tomato-red mess. over the course of a few months, the two of you gradually spent more and more time together. from late night drives around tulsa to watching the sunrise— you name it, you and dallas have done it. if there’s one thing you’ve learned about him during your secret little dates, it’s that things are not always as they seem. dally isn’t as ‘rough’ as you thought he was, and it would be a lot harder explaining your relationship to your brothers than you thought it’d be.

the clouds outside your window are enveloping the night sky, twinkling stars peeking through the moonlight. despite how loud soda’s snoring gets, you’ve learned to tune it out by distracting yourself with a book. your nose is stuffed into little women, the book that dally recommended to you a few nights prior (and admittedly cried to while reading; his tear stains have literally seeped into the pages.) just as you were beginning to fall asleep, the sound knocking on your window startled you into wakefulness. who could be outside at this hour?

you pull your blanket off, scurrying around the room for something you can use for defense. after all those horror movies you’ve watched where the killer breaks into the victim’s house, you’d think you had at least some sort of knife or a pair of scissors you could use to protect yourself. but for now, that can of hairspray on your vanity will have to do— maybe you could spray your killer’s eyes and blind him?

as you make your way towards the window, the hairspray can in your hand, a familiarly gruff voice begins to utter something. “open up, doll! you’ve got me all romeo and juliet-ing right now!”

you let out a sigh of relief, sliding open the window. thank god it was just dallas, but what was he doing at your window while everyone else is asleep?

“you scared me, you know? i could’ve-“ you look down at your can of hairspray, then set it onto your window sill. “i could’ve sprayed you with that, and then your face would be stuck forever!”

“what, you don’t like my handsome face?” he smirks. it’s that stupid, cocky smirk that he always does, and he looks damn handsome doing it.

you roll your eyes at his remark, sliding the window back down. “just get in bed, you must be cold from standing out there.”

dallas’ eyes dart around your room, taking a moment to observe all of his surroundings. compared to all of the feminine aspects in your room, he sticks out like a sore thumb, practically drowning in a pool of lace and pearls. he then takes a seat on the edge of your bed, rubbing his hand along your floral sheets as he picks out a teddy bear from your collection of stuffed animals lined up against your bed.

“what’s with all these, uh.. stuffed animals?” he holds up your favorite out all the stuffed animals, ruffling the top of its head.

you take the teddy bear, putting it back in its original position. “i guess i never really got rid of them,” you shrug. “we need to get some sleep.”

“we?” he raises a brow.

you slide into your bed, lifting up the blanket for him. “yes, we. aren’t you tired?”

“i guess.” dallas slips into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he takes in your scent. though he’ll never admit it, he’s always loved the way you smelt like freshly baked cookies— it brings a soft of comfort to him that he never received. your scent reminds him of a warm bonfire, the sound of crackling overlapping with laughter. to him, you are the home he never had, the love he never knew existed in such a cold heart like his. you were his solace.

his hand moved up to your shoulder, gently running his fingers through your hair and twirling a strand. his touch was soothing against your skin, careful to not accidentally wake you. soon enough, both of you were asleep, safe and sound.

the next morning, you’re awoken by a loud, screeching noise, but much to your surprise, it isn’t your alarm. your eldest brother, darry, is furiously shaking you and dallas awake.

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL IS DALLAS DOING IN YOUR BED?”

you groggily wipe your eyes, taking a glance at dally, then looking up at darry. “it’s 8 in the morning, and why do you care that he’s sleeping with me?!”

“i care because it’s dallas we’re talking about, god dammit! get him out of your bed!” darry flips over the blanket, shaking him awake.

the sound of darry’s yelling echoes throughout the house and eventually wakes up pony and soda. the two of them rush into your room, and as soon as they realize that dallas is beside you in your bed, their mouths are left agape.

“holy shit, y/n! you’ve been hanging around with dal this whole time?” soda huffs out a chuckle, too stunned to even be angry at you.

pony rubs his temples, shaking his head. “you guys are gross.”

dallas sits up, groaning and putting his hands up as if he’s surrendering. “okay, we were sleepin’ together, big deal!” he sighs. “just- look, darry, i ain’t mean to make you upset or whatever! ”

darry lets out a rough exhale, taking a step back from the two of you. he motions for pony and soda to leave with a death glare, then looks back at you as they’re making their way back to their room.

“you know what, i’m not dealing with this right now. we’ll sort everything out by the evening, got it?”

the two of you nod, exchanging satisfied grins. maybe by the evening, your brothers will come to their senses and realize that dallas isn’t really that ‘mean’ or ‘violent’ guy they perceive him to be, but someone with so much love in his heart that’s hidden underneath a façade.

’i’ll keep you my dirty little secret.. ’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

⊹ side note : i’m so sorry this took so long! it usually doesn’t take me more than a week to finish a fic, but i’ve had a lot to do and this fic is a bit lengthier than my others

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[skyguygeneraltano]

Random headcanon

Like imagine Darry being like 15 or so was assigned reading Romeo and Juliet for English

One day the book was just gone. Darry is just freaking out and tearing the place apart

But then he goes to Pony’s room and there is nine year old Ponyboy with the book in his hands

Darry is just so annoyed and confused because surely a 4th grader couldn’t understand Shakespeare? Why would Ponyboy take it?

But no he opens it to see the book was filled with Pony’s 4th grade writing in the margins

Darry is just infuriated because not only Ponyboy stole his book but wrote in it…

Time to bring in the parents

Mr. Curtis gave Ponyboy the lecture of not touching your older siblings belongings blah blah

But Mrs. Curtis looked closer at the book and realized Ponyboy wasn’t just writing random stuff, that boy was annotating it

Pointing out literary devices most fourth graders wouldn’t know like motifs, anaphoras, symbolism, epistrophes

The themes of the novel and motivation of the characters

That was the moment she realized that perhaps she should talk to Ponyboy’s teachers about putting him in some of the higher level classes

[a103-chris-mm]

Sodapop chris sturniolo x soft reader

outsiders au

sodapop chris

darry nick

ponyboy matt

go look at my moodboards for my au after or before this.

warnings: fluff, chris being down bad, chris is referred to as soda/sodapop, this might change though,super short

The garage was filled with the scent of motor oil and sweat. Soda wiped down the hood of a car with rhythmic swipes, half-lost in the task. Steve cursed from underneath another one, swearing about a wrench he’d just dropped.

“You ever think about how weird elbows are?” Soda asked absently, not even looking up.

“Shut your mouth and find my wrench,” Steve grumbled from under the car.

The front door jingled. Not the usual clank of a regular customer, but a bright little chime like something out of a bakery. Soda glanced up for a split second and froze.

She walked in like a pastel dream; a baby blue dress with lace trim, white heels clicking softly against the floor, and the most polite little smile Soda had ever seen on someone. Her eyeshadow was a soft pink shimmer, her lips had a shiny gloss, and she clutched her purse like it held heirlooms.

Soda blinked.

“…What in the pastel angel just walked in here?” he muttered under his breath.

She stepped up to the counter like she belonged in a boutique and not a dirty gas station.

“Hi!” she chirped, voice sweet as honey. “Can I get a soda? The cherry one, please?”

Soda nearly tripped over his own boots trying to get to the cooler. He snatched a bottle and placed it on the counter in-front of her with a crooked smile that barely contained his awe.

“You want me to open it for you too, princess?”

She laughed, tapping her fingers lightly against the bottle. “You always call customers that, or am I just the lucky one?”

Soda leaned against the counter, confidence blooming like a flower in spring. “You’re definitely lucky. But I think I might be luckier.”

From under the car, Steve gave a fake cough. “Kill me now.”

She laughed again, catching the teasing tone and clearly enjoying the chaos she had sparked. She passed a dollar with perfectly painted fingernails.

“Keep the change.”

“You sure?” Soda asked, a little breathless. “You might wanna invest in more….gas station charm later.”

Her smile tilted into something sly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Bye, Sodapop.”

The bell jingled again, and she was gone.

Soda stared at the door like it might open back up at any second. Then he turned sharply to Steve.

“Did you SEE that?!”

“Unfortunately.” Steve replied with an annoyed sigh.

Soda clutched his chest. “Man. She FLIRTED BACK. This is it. This is my Romeo and Juliet arc, but hopefully with less tragic dying.”

Back at the Curtis house later that day, Soda was still mid-rant, pacing like he was trying to wear out the floor.

“She had this cute little bow in her hair, and she said hi like she was askin for marriage. I swear her perfume smelled like heaven and strawberry milk.”

Ponyboy raised an eyebrow from the couch. “Didn’t you talk to her for like two minutes?”

“Two minutes of destiny!” Soda snapped back, utterly sincere.

Darry didn’t even look up from folding laundry. “You’re not in love. You’re in complete delusion.”

Two-Bit chimed in with a grin. “Hey, maybe she comes back and you can invite her to the next rumble. Bring her some brass knuckles as a love token.”

Dally snorted. “Yeah right! Bet she doesn’t even know how to lift a fist.”

“She doesn’t need to!” Soda declared. “I’ll fight for her. I’ll get beat up with dignity.”

A collective groan rose from the room of suffering friends.

Johnny, quiet in the corner, gave a little smile. “You’re gone, huh?”

Soda flopped into the nearest chair with a sigh that was filled with hope and love. “You bet I am.”

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