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idk if i said this already but ponyboy didn’t start speaking until he was like four. between darry and soda he just never needed to; he babbled plenty like, he babbled so much his parents thought he’d actually start speaking early, but darry and soda learned his babbles and what they meant and they were always so eager to help that pony would just babble nonsense and his brother would be on the move.

like when youre kid isn’t speaking properly at the appropriate age but their communicating clearly, you’re told to pretend you don’t understand them (very old school and not very ada friendly ik but bare with me), the curtis’ tried doing that, they tried correcting pony’s babbles but darry would look at them like they were stupid for seemingly not understanding pony and he’d just go get whatever pony wants himself. and soda bless his heart would have whole entire conversations with ponyboy, that kid was a baby whisperer

idk ponyboy didn’t speak proper english until he was four years old because he didn’t need to; he had two big brothers who understood him perfectly and that was all he needed

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I’m imagining Marbit in the quiet moments. Marbit in the normal moments. Marbit in the inbetweens. The moments when they can forget who they are, they can forget the pain and suffering of their reality. The moments when they can steal away and just be two teenagers in love. They can just sit and love each other. They don’t need to be a greaser and a soc. They can just be them. Just two people who love each other.

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soemthing something two-bit mathews going home after the rumble in shock after losing two friends. his mom asks what’s wrong and he means to be break the news more gently but he tells her she doesn’t have to make the couch for johnny anymore and he suddenly bursts into tears unable to hide them anymore

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modern darry would be the kind of father figure to check pony and soda’s phones in private “just in case” (like, probably out of genuine care and wanting the best for them but that’s neither here nor there) so in the same vein i imagine 1967 darry stumbles across pony’s theme and reads it and pony isn’t supposed to know until either he comes home and finds darry crying reading it or there are suddenly a LOT of pointed questions his way about his relationship w johnny

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My sister is doing pet play with women on roblox and I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s probably a kink for the others involved

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OKAYYY NEW NAMEEEEE

IM SIMPLY A TREVI GIRLIEEEEE 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

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Sobbing

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why r u so mean to me elle :(

things my heart used to know once upon a december ☹️

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things my heart used to know once upon a december ☹️

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you get me like me and my cousins are staying up til like 2 am tonight. but it’ll still be christmas eve until we wake up in the morning

Me when the calendar says December 25th but it’s not really Christmas until I go to sleep and wake up

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The pain, the suffering! Anyways I love 'Soda leaving to Vietnam' plotline so there you go (but I'd like to think that he survives and comes back lol)

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HEHEHE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YESSSS YOU GET ITTT!!!!!!! they make me soooo ill working on this fic has been Painful like I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH!!!!!!!!

hello hello. i come to u at. 11 pm with some more marlie >:)

tee hee. micah is so stupid and oblivious it’s crazy. no, u don’t hate charlie, ur developing a crush on him but you’ve never actually liked someone romantically ever so ur freaking tf out and acting like a bitch when charlie is just being nice (charlie also has a Huge Fat crush on him but. that’s irrelevant ^_^)

And I respond to you at 1am with sharing the knowledge that they have me giggling and kicking my feet. I love it. I love them. LIKE AHHH MICAH BEING OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT THAT HE ACTUALLY CARES A LOT ABOUT CHARLIE AND CHARLIE JUST BEING A CONSTANT PRESENCE WHO JUST WANTS TO BE AROUND AND HELP AND THEN KNOWING THAT THEYRE SO SCARED TO EVENTUALLY CROSS THEIR UNSPOKEN LINE AUGHHHH (they are making me severely unwell and i love it) (thank you, i live for these snippets)

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i feel like ppl forget that dally was only 17. we was just a kid too

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🎁🎄Christmas Eve🎄🎁

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“Santa ain’t real, y’all really-“

Dallas was quickly cut off with a kick to the shin by Two-Bit who smiled at Pony and Johnny sat firmly on the floor, the little Curtis looking at Dallas in confusion. He was one of the many few that still believed.

“Santa is real!” Two-Bit erased the negative energy. “Dally wouldn’t know because ol’ Dally here done been on the naughty list since before he could count to ten.” The greaser smile and wrapped an arm around a grumbling Dallas.

“Y’all want some hot chocolate?” Darry asked from the kitchen, peering his head around the corner. “Its got those mini marshmallows.”

Five out of the six greasers in the living room, shot up. Of course Dallas had to be the one to grumble a few curses under his breath before grunting to stand, trudging behind and reluctantly grabbing a mug.

Pony and Johnny sat in front of the TV that was playing Christmas Mickey Mouse, Two-Bit joined them. Soda and Steve tried to see how many marshmallows they could fit in their mugs without spilling them and piling onto the couch, totally not spilling a bit. Dallas sighed as he sat on the couch diagonal from the boys on the floor, silently sipping his hot chocolate.

Dallas always hated hot drinks that weren’t coffee. His main liquid intake was alcohol, water and coffee. He hated tea. And he hated hot chocolate even more. But something deep inside of him made him shut his trap for once. Maybe it was because this Christmas eve was spent with the very few people who cared about him. And for once in his life, he felt warm inside, happy. But of course he would grimace at every sip.

Darry followed behind, sitting in his dad’s recliner, looking around to make sure everyone was happy. It was the second Christmas without their parents. And he was proud that he had done enough to make the other two Curtis’ seem happy and forget about it once in a while. He was content, and happy.

Soda and Steve had slurped down their marshmallow stuffed hot chocolate before Darry sat down. Clearly, it had worn them out as they drooped on the couch half asleep and practically on top of eachother. Steve was happy to be with his best buddies, who actually gave a damn about him. Soda was happy because he learned life goes on. And that it might not be okay in the moment, but everything’s gonna be alright in the end.

Two-Bit, had a mustache of the chocolate from the mug he finished seconds ago, but too engrossed in the cartoons to care. He would crash the second this was over and they would rerun Christmas carols instead of anything good. And at six am the next morning, he would run over to his house to help his mom carry presents to bring over here so everyone could be together, and because his little sister sure did love herself some Dallas Winston. Even if Dallas grumbled about it, he sure had a soft spot for the little girl. Two-Bit was happy. Because being a greaser, not many people make it far. But he’s proud he has. He’s got good friends, a little sister who’s growing up to be just like him, and a hard working mama who loves him to death despite the poverty they face. He was happy.

Pony had fallen asleep not too long ago, his mug half finished, his head laying on a throw pillow and a blanket over him as he lay next to Johnny. Darry would move him to his room later. But, Pony was happy. He still had the magical touch, thank goodness. After everything, Pony was very adamant on everyone being asleep by midnight, so Santa could still come. Johnny knew. He had the unfortunate experience of knowing early. But he would keep up the act for his best friend. The magic and beliefs only last so long. Johnny wishes he still believed. But pretending for Pony makes everything seem better. He was just happy to be there, to be loved.

So as everyone slowly drifted into a Christmas Eve slumber, the colorful lights blinking over everyones face. Everyone was together. And everyone was happy.

Happy.

That was something everyone had felt in a long time. And they’d never let it go.

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The first Christmas after the Curtis parents die is not only the gangs first Christmas without them, it’s also their first Christmas without Johnny and Dally.