#wss tony

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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence

Y/N’s POV

Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.

I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.

“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.

“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.

“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.

“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.

“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.

“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.

“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.

“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.

“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.

Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.

“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.

“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.

I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.

“I’m about to cum.” I moan.

He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.

“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.

He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.

He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.

“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.

Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.

“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.

“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.

I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.

“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.

“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.

“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.

“Stop calling me that.” I said.

“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.

“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.

I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.

When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.

“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.

“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.

I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.

“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.

I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.

[tonymarias]

tag yourself

[jack-kellys]

also new “draw your ship as” pic btw

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

The outsiders west side story au

[russsiangirl]

riff x tony headcanons. ( w.s.s 2021! )

you're my coney island baby.. ♡

these two are so the type to go to coney island and just fuck around together the whole day

and win each other prizes of course.. as 'friends' of course..

riff moved in with tony, whose family was reluctant about it at first until they saw how worried their son was, they slept in the same room for years

riff is the one who is more flirty, he's smoother with his words than tony

riff also told tony that his last name ( wyzek ) reminded him of 'wiseass' so that's his nickname for him

"y'know, tony.." riff spoke up, breaking the light veil of silence that hung over the two boys as he blew out a puff of smoke. his usual smirk plastered on his face. "your last name, it reminds of something." now this intrigued tony. what connection could riff make with tony's very polish last name to the english language. "yeah and? spit it out riff, i aint got all day" the pair did have all day or else they wouldn't be here, in some random ass alleyway smoking. riff was two things, witty and impulsive. "reminds me of the word wiseass. anton wiseass sounds pretty nice doesn't it?" tony only scoffed and rolled his eyes, how did riff think of these things? this was the same guy who skipped class to go smoke ad copied off of tony. "sure does, buddy boy."

tony doesn't let anybody else call him that.

they get matching superman and batman necklaces

they keep each other's clothes and have forgotten who's is whos ( it's easy to tell by the sizes )

riff always has at least one bandaid on, he's never not hurt

tony forces him to at least put a bandaid on

i feel like they would give some gallavich energy,, just a lil yk

riff who gets sick from the most random things and tony who takes care of him to make sure it doesn't get too bad

these two would have the most random nicknames for each other & its mainly insults ( love by bullying <3 )

riff and tony who practiced dancing with each other muahahaha.

"you know i didnt mean you wasnt there, you was always there.."

riff who runs his mouth to no avail and tony who has to step in and make sure that he doesn't 'accidentally' start another rumble

tony who has to remind riff to take care of himself bc he forgets

riff and tony who fall asleep curled into each other bc they love skin-to-skin

ok i think thats all!! but im actually so done with the like of wss stuff that ive seen especially riff x tony bc wtf! i do NOT condone the actions of the character nor do i support them, i just wanted to write something for this ship.

[scottyzoomz]

REWATCHING WSS 1961 ----- - Bernardo has converse, thats so silly!! of him - you can tell which territory you are because it says so like when they were in the Sharks territory, it says Sharks on the street, or look around the background and you can see spanish on the shop, thats so awesome - theres a heart with Bernardo + Anita inside of it and im going to SCREAM.

baby john writing " stink " under the word Sharks is always my favorite.

during this scene, you can find some stuff in the background

tthis looks like the names and some doodles of the sharks you can also see that it looks like a drawing of 2 people kissing, I WONDER IF THIS IS BERNARDO AND ANITA!! I love them.. - on the same wall where it says " Bernardo + Anita " theres a small writing that says Jets but it's crossed out

on the same wall theres some drawings of sharks

dont mind bernardo and the others chasing Baby John - on the playground where baby john gets stabbed in the ear, on the wall theres some writings

and in the same scene, theres fancy cars ontop meaning that they're probably in Jet territory

this is very random but this shark reminds me of a newsie... and is it because of the hat? yes

when Schrank tells the Sharks to leave they look very very pissed. Understandable.

as they leave they hold onto eachother!! like vros. Bros protecting bros

on the wall you can see the names of the jets, and you can see Tony on the top right i cant figure out what the heart inside says but i think its a J and a G?

it could be Riffs real name and Graziella's name like with Bernardo and Anita

behind them it says TONY!! sighh

more names on walls!!

another perspective of the wall with more names

Riff has family problems!! hmm... wowzer!!

he's actually so handsome

A-rab and Action being best buds!! -

a really bad pic of Snowboy!! whatever!! he's a silly. He's more of the,, goofer of the group!! -while bernardo and anita are talking, Chino looks back at them before going down with the others after "America" - (I'LL UPDATE THIS WHEN I CONTINUE WATCHING THE MOVIE.. THE WEBSITE CRASH AND IM TWEAKINGG!!! AHHH!!!)

[sl-newsie]

A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)

I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!

Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.

“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”

“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!” 

My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.

I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.

“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!” 

“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.

Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.

“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”

“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-

“Hey! Runaway coin!”

The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.

“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”

“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”

The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.

“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.

“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.

“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”

I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”

My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”

Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.

“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”

I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.

“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”

There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.

“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”

He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question. 

“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”

Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”

I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.

“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”

Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.

“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”

It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.

“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”

I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.

“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”

I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”

Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”

His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.

I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”

Dad’s going to kill me.

Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”

I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.

“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.

“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”

His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”

“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”

The name brings no familiarity. “No?”

“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”

I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”

Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”

I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”

Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”

“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”

I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.

“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”

Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-

“That’s amazing!”

What?

I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”

Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”

I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”

Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.

“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”

Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?

“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.

“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.”  Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”

It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.

“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”

The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”

“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.

“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”

Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”

I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.

“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”

“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.

I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”

The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”

“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.

Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”

That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”

My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”

Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”

“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”

I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-

“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”

Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.

“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”

Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”

I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.

“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”

Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.

“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”

Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.

(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)

[vivicendium]

i hope all 15 members of tonymaria nation see this edit!

[babychino]

Made this ages ago but it’s still funny so have it again

[tonymarias]

do your thing tony

[youremysputnik]

TULSA ‘67 GREASE GOT A HOLD AND THE RUMBLE??? tony awards performance of all time

[cto10121]

R&J (+WSS) Clown Takes Special Edition—Tony and Romeo Are Totes the Same Character, Right?

In which a whole twitter thread on Ansel Elgort being miscast for Spielberg’s film WSS leads to this R&J and WSS anti dumb, including Romeo hate dumb. Ahimè, but at least I get to munch on some rare-ish clownery.

I can’t believe I even have to say this…I resent even typing the words out…but *puts hands together, exhaling sharply* Tony and Romeo are two entirely different characters. They come from the same archetype, maybe, but the role each plays in its narratives is vastly different. Case in point:

Tony (both film versions)

Poor son of Polish immigrants, though clearly born and raised in New York

Was the founder of the Jets alongside Riff. Afterwards he left the gang and went straight, got a job, and altogether outgrew the gang. In Spielberg’s version, it was because of an epiphany when he was in juvie; there he does have a problem with his rage

Is reluctant at first to attend the dance at the gym, but then gets positive premonitions that “something great is coming!!!” Big golden-retriever vibes

Is reluctant to interfere with the rumble. Maria is the one who encourages him to interfere. (Spielberg: Wants to interfere in the rumble and persuades Maria otherwise)

Is egged on to fight Bernardo, but he refuses (Spielberg: He starts to fight him before he stops, appalled).

Kills Bernardo almost immediately after Riff dies in a rage

When he finds out Maria is dead, he sobs and seeks out Chino for a bit of assisted suicide. He instead finds Maria alive, albeit too late

Personality-wise, he is optimistic, energetic, positive, loyal to his friends, streetwise, and quick to anger and action. Tony seems more attached to his friends than Romeo, at least to Riff, especially the Spielberg version

Romeo (play only)

Only son to a noble Italian family, praised by Lord Capulet himself (!!) for being a “well-governed” youth

Is infatuated with Rosaline in the beginning, definitely is keen on banging her

Has a negative premonition about his imminent demise in going to the ball and only changes his mind when he leaves it all to God/chance

Interferes with the Tybalt/Mercutio duel, even pulling out his sword

When Mercutio is injured, he starts to wonder whether his love for Juliet had truly made him effeminate. Big if true!!!! When Tybalt returns to fight Romeo again, only then does Romeo fight and kill him

When he learns that Juliet is dead, he becomes coldly pragmatic and acts with effective ruthlessness and violence. Once he reunites with Juliet, though, he returns to himself, and even expresses regret for killing Tybalt

Personality-wise, he is intense, introverted, independent, passionate in love, quick to forgive, and slow to anger. Romeo is more self-reflective than Tony, if just because we see him deliberate more (“Shall I move forward when my heart is here?” “Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?”etc.).

It’s clear Tony was meant to show the difficulties of escaping the gang life, even with actual reformation, if just through the continued association with friends. He was also an ex-gangster, so he is already has a long history of violence and delinquency. His romance with Maria is almost secondary to this purpose.

By contrast Romeo’s arc is more about being true to your authentic self in a shallow, hateful world. He goes from a smart but passive and aimless youth who avoids the feud to a brave and passionate youth in love to a broken one fucked over by the feud, who lost the love of his life. Only when he is reunited with his lady wife does Romeo return to himself. His arc intimately connected to Juliet’s in that they both begin as obedient teens who mature and go beyond their (gendered) socialization and be true to their authentic selves…only for fate and said society to screw them over, but y’know, that’s what makes it tragic.

[behold-the-brave-battalion-17]

Tony: What am I doing wrong?

Riff: Do you want me to answer as a friend or a therapist?

Tony: A friend.

Riff: See a therapist.

[stuckasmain]

With just the vibrancy and absolute smitten way Maria is preformed

….Tony and Maria are the og “world was black and white until meeting soulmate”

For them it’d turn to technicolor which is even better

[scottyzoomz]

Tony and Anybodys

SO LIKE CAN WE TALK ABOUT TONY AND ANYBODYS RELATIONSHIP?? I'VE BEEN YAPPING ABOUT THIS AND I HAD NEVER SEEN ANYBODY TALKING ABOUT IT.. (wss 2021) did you see how HAPPY ANYBODY WAS WHEN HE SAW TONY IN THE GYM?? THE WAY HE RAN TO HIM?? They're sibling coded. I swear to god, this is not a ship i just see them as siblings. and i can see Tony being a bit confused but also supporting Anybodys for his identity and using his preferred pronouns, love it so much. Around the holding cell, before Gee Officer Krupke " I oughta be a Jet! Tony told me.. " AUGUDAH Like fuck you A-rab he's a guy i dont know what you're talking about here man. He aint no girl he's a MAN. Much more manlier than YOU. Anybodys trying to drag Tony away from Riffs body because Schrank was boutta be there:(( IT HURTS AGUSDAHGAH Anyways. Anybodys and Tonys relationship is so underrated like they're siblings.

[lucyrozes]

You know, at bedtime or whatever (inspo.)