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Same thing with the burger later in windrixville like that is probably the equivalent of a 10.00-15.00 burger babe you better get a to go box bc taking a single bite and throwing the rest away is actually bananas

Rewatching the outsiders rn and just notice at the drive in pony only takes like a few drags of his cigarette before throwing it away and not that I’d encourage underage consumption of anything but thinking of how a pack is like 10.00 currently BESTIE you better pick it back up and finish it we do not waste here

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Rewatching the outsiders rn and just notice at the drive in pony only takes like a few drags of his cigarette before throwing it away and not that I’d encourage underage consumption of anything but thinking of how a pack is like 10.00 currently BESTIE you better pick it back up and finish it we do not waste here

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I need more chronic pain Soda!! It doesn't even need to be a ChetCherryCola fic, just some chronic knee pain Soda.

(I have chronic knee pain from an old injury and I love the representation)

not gonna lie gang, as much as i love writing chetcherrycola, i need a break every now and then lol,, so i definitely hopped on the oportunity to write some curtis bros hehe

anyways chronic pain gang rise up!!! this fic is inspired by how horribly my knees hurt when i got home from jason’s concert last week lmao

hope this is okay🩷

darry watched as soda winced every other step he took on the walk back to the truck. it had been a long day at the rodeo, and even though soda hadn’t been riding, he had still been on his feet for way too long, jumping around with two-bit and cheering for steve and dally.

“you need a break, pepsi?” darry asked gently, gesturing towards one of the bundles of hay a few feet away. “we can sit for a second if you need to.”

“it’s fine,” soda shook his head absentmindedly, and he sounded so surprised by the question that darry almost believed him when he said it. "where's pony? is he meeting us at the truck?"

"nah, he and johnny hitched a ride home with tim shepard earlier," darry shook his head.

soda's eyebrows shot up, "and you were fine with that?"

darry shrugged, "pony was complainin' about havin' to sit through steve's event, didn't see the point after steve went."

"can't fault him, i guess," soda laughed.

there were a few little kids were sprinting up from behind them that soda had coached somewhere along the line, all coming from mutton busting and shouting at soda to catch them. soda whooped and hollered as they all ran past them and he chased after them for a few yards before his knee seemed to give out. if darry hadn’t seen it coming from a mile away, he probably wouldn’t have made it there in time to catch soda before he could hit the ground.

“alright, little brother, let’s get you home,” darry steadied soda on his feet before thinking better of it and hoisted him into a piggyback.

soda huffed and rested his chin on darry's shoulder as he started walking and didn't say anything until darry had set him down in the passenger seat of the truck. darry looked him over quickly and asked, "you okay?"

soda meant to be honest, he meant to tell darry exactly how badly he was hurting, but the honesty still wasn't an instinct. darry shouldn't need to worry about him, too, despite darry insisting that he'd take worrying over soda's bum knee over the water bill any day. either way, he just shrugged quietly, not giving darry much to go on.

darry's brows furrowed, "you tellin' me the truth?"

soda didn't answer, he just looked away and tried to ignore the tears brimming in his eyes. darry didn't say anything, just shut soda's door, walked around to his side, and slid in next to his brother.

soda opened his mouth after a moment, "i didn't realize how bad it was... i'm sorry dar, i know i shouldn't push it so much."

darry bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced down at soda's knee, which he was absentmindedly rubbing with his thumb.

"i ain't mad at you, kiddo, i know you don't mean to do it," darry answered as he started up the truck. "you don't gotta be sorry."

"golly, i was just so excited today," a smile spread back across soda's face as he thought about the day they'd had. "i mean steve and dally were somethin' else."

darry chuckled, "dally probably could have broken his neck a few times."

"but he didn't," soda held up a finger. "that's what makes it fun to watch."

"yeah yeah, i know," darry waved his hand. "but god, leave it to dallas to remind me why i'm glad you don't ride anymore."

soda only shrugged, "i always liked the horses best, anyways. riding was just somethin' that came with it."

darry knew he was lying again. soda had loved riding in rodeos, he could barely walk for damn near three weeks when he first busted his knee, but in that time he was always more upset about how he wouldn't be able to ride like he used to anymore.

they rode along mostly in silence for a while, the only sound being the beaten down radio two-bit had clumsily installed on the dashboard of the truck, until soda hissed and straightened out his leg, the muscles in his knee cramping and aching. darry couldn't do much while he was driving, so he rested his hand on the back of soda's neck, his thumb rubbing in a way he hoped was soothing.

"i know, honey, just breathe, we're almost home."

darry wasn't lying, it was only a minute or so before he had parked the truck in front of their house. he slid over in the seat and pulled soda into his side, taking deep breaths and pressing his little brother’s head to his heart.

"i know, i know," darry hushed as he felt wet tears sinking into his t-shirt. "it's okay, pepsi, let's get you inside."

darry reached over and opened up soda's car door, pulling his brother into his arms and carrying him out of the car, kicking the door shut behind him as soda's arms wrapped around his neck. darry climbed up the front steps, seeing pony and johnny curled up on the couch through the screen door, the front door propped open to tempt in a nonexistent breeze.

"pone, can you get the door?" darry called, and pony's head shot up. for a moment, it looked like he was going to argue, but he stood up quickly and hurried over when his eyes landed on soda held in darry's arms.

"what happened?" pony asked as he pulled the door open and darry stepped over the threshold.

"nothin," soda answered quietly, kicking his boots off before darry carried him over to the couch. "just pushed it too far."

johnny hopped up from his spot at the end of the couch, "i'm gonna go catch up with dal, you take it easy, sodapop."

"thanks, johnnycake," soda smiled as pony settled down in johnny's vacant spot and darry laid him down on the couch, his head in pony's lap. "come on back if you need it."

"hot or cold, honey?" darry asked, propping up soda's knee with a pillow.

"hot," soda answered, already knowing darry wanted to know if he wanted ice or their heating pack for his knee.

they all waved to johnny as he slipped out the front door and darry disappeared into the kitchen to get soda some medicine and collect their heating pack. pony brushed soda's hair off his face and flipped through the channels on the tv, trying to find one of those western movies soda loved to watch with their dad. soda grabbed the blanket that was balled up on top of the couch and threw it over himself.

"alright, sit up," darry instructed, sitting down on the coffee table as he handed soda a cup of water and two of his muscle relaxers from the doctor.

soda took the pills quickly and shuddered. it was a mark of how lousy he was feeling that he didn't put up a fight to take them, usually he would argue that he was fine until he was blue in the face if it meant he didn't have to take his medicine.

"good job, baby," darry smiled, guiding him to lay back down against pony. he gently lifted up soda’s legs and sat down underneath them, wrapping the heating pack around soda’s knee under the blanket.

“you need anything?” pony asked, his hands rubbing soda’s shoulder.

soda shook his head, already occupied with the movie pony had settled on, and reached up to grab his little brother’s hand. he winced in pain as darry started rubbing his knee.

“sorry, honey, it’ll help, i promise,” darry whispered, his thumb digging into the sore muscles.

“i know,” soda hissed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as pony held his hand tightly. he sighed heavily, “‘m tired.”

“just rest,” pony whispered. “your meds’ll kick in soon.”

soda squeezed pony’s hand and closed his eyes, safe and warm between his brothers.

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thinking abt how much the curtis brothers love the tulsa watering hole, they always have, but soda’s always loved it most (which is ironic bc he’s the asthmatic one but that’s not the point)

soda was always a naturally good swimmer, and when the family took day trips down to the watering hole, a grown-up would almost always have to go in and fish him back out. he was always doing flips underwater and searching for pretty rocks at the bottom of the pools. he used to love when pony would sit on his back and he’d paddle them around like his baby brother was riding a shark, darry used to love having handstand contests, they’d always let pony win.

now, pony’s lucky to get through a ten minute body shower without slipping into a panic attack, the watering hole and its cold water and spots that were too deep for him to touch… he didn’t even want to try swimming. and darry? he’s too gosh darn busy working to come down with them most days, and when he does, he just wants to lay out on the sand and relax, not go hunting for shiny pebbles or try to do flips off the grassy bank.

soda’s taken to going down to the watering hole when things are too much. he lets the cold water wash through his hair and tickle his shoulders where it’s long in the back, sinking beneath the surface just to feel the crushing quiet, the stillness.

it’s like a drug to him, something that can make his racing mind go quiet, even if it's just those few moments before his lungs run out of air. it's something he can’t get in their bathtub, he knows because he’s tried.

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i don’t wanna be friends😔

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au where soda and johnny killed bob instead of pony and johnny but like you gotta hear me out for a minute (or more, this is a long one) cause it’s also an au where pony’s a little younger, he’s like ten or something and he’s out here thinking he’s oh so cool and big and tough now that he’s finally hit double digits, but like he’s ten and not even a quarter. he’s still not allowed to walk home from school alone, not when his parents were still alive and not now—two-bit always walks his little sister home and pony’s just included in that now.

and so when he sneaks into the movie theaters he’s really gotta sneak. he tells molly mathews to go ahead and leave at dismissal, he’s staying after for… chess club, or something she’d have no idea about, to tell her brother he’s gonna call for a ride later. and he’ll get to see whatever he wants to see because he’s small and quiet and nobody notices, and when he doesn’t call home for a ride later, he’ll get jumped by the socs and they’ll scare him but it never really gets out of hand. not usually. they oughta be more careful, he’s just a kid, and maybe when he got his neck cut up that one afternoon he should’ve known it was a sign.

he tries not to cry ‘cause he’s scared and only gets a little embarrassed when darry puts a bandaid on the cut, and he tries to steal a cigarette off dally but is caught like usual—“you gotta be at least thirteen for that, kid.”—and he only stops to listen in for a minute when soda mentions they’re going to the game tonight.

but steve says no kids allowed and pony whines and johnny says “aw, pony, you’ll find something to do.” and then dally brings up the drive-in, and pony’s eyes light up and he looks over to darry and practically begs his brother to let him go, and darry says alright. cause pony’s still a little kid and his fourth grade teacher doesn’t give homework on fridays, and as long as he stays with johnny and dally, and as long as the movies that are playing aren’t too grown-up, and as long as he’s home before his curfew and so on. pony and darry get along just a little better here because that bigger age gap—ten and a half years!—really puts darry into always having been more of an authority figure in pony’s life. and if you can’t tell, this story isn’t supposed to be about them anyway, so it’s fine.

the drive-in is fun. they sit behind a couple of girls and when johnny convinces dally to leave her alone, one of them asks if he’s soda’s little brother and lets him talk and talk about whatever he wants, and her name is cherry valance and offers to buy pony a pepsi so of COURSE he takes her up on it. there’s a couple of socs milling around the concession stand and one of them calls cherry out asking why she bothers babysitting the little grease stain and she rolls her eyes and grabs his hand and pulls him into line with her and he’s still yammering on about whatever’s on his mind thinking “wow this cool teenager is listening to me!” because none of his friends—his brothers’ friends, really—are like that. well, they listen, johnny and soda specifically, but there’s something so different about when you’re a kid and somebody who you don’t see as being obligated to listen to you, does. like he’s seeing there’s people out there like him, people who are older and wiser, and that’s just—it’s nice. especially for a lonely kid like him.

anyway. so there’s a lot of whispering that night. dallas winston hitting on cherry valance, she’s hanging around with sodapop curtis’ little brother, and two-bit mathews and that kid johnny cade they beat up last spring, and you know, it’s gossip, it’s like playing telephone. by the time it gets around to guys like bob and his friends, the story’s been twisted. and they’re drunk. and angry, because cherry and marcia ditched them, and well. that confrontation during the walk home still happens. except maybe when cherry refuses to get in the car, she dumps bob then and there. they don’t even bother fighting. cherry tells bob he’s insane. what does he think she’s doing, cheating on him? pony’s a little kid! she remembered hearing how his parents died. she had gone to school with his brother, you know? ponyboy seemed quiet. kinda sad. she was just being nice.

but that’s not really what bob’s all worried about. ‘cause when cherry ditched him at the drive-in he and randy got wasted and headed to the football game and word on the street there was that as of that night, sodapop curtis is single again. bob’s sober enough to remember the way girls talk about that kid and drunk enough to jump to conclusions ‘cause he knows even cherry isn’t immune to that charm. especially not later that night when one of his buddies who stuck around at the drive-in tells him they overheard cherry call soda a “doll.” and that she was hanging around his little brother.

and then. bob and the socs leave, with a threat or two thrown in the direction of the greasers, and two-bit and johnny walk the girls to a payphone to call for a ride, and then they walk pony home. they make sure he gets in the house all good, in the door before darry can even be worried. he’ll tuck the kid in and pony will ask him to stay because soda’s not home yet, but he’s older and as far as darry’s concerned soda uses his head. he probably just went over to sandy’s for the night. no big deal. two-bit goes home. johnny heads home but decides to wander the neighborhood for a bit because his parents are nuts and he’s still spooked from the socs and all. and it’s cold, you know, the gang will get on him about sleeping in the lot and soda and steve told him where the key is to the garage at the dx where they work on the cars, and their boss is nice, he turns a blind eye sometimes to johnny finding shelter for the night there every once in a blue moon. so he starts walking.

meanwhile, soda’s having the worst night of his life (well. second worst. his parents are dead.), he’s a heartbroken fucking mess, walking home from the football game alone because steve and evie ditched basically right after the four of them got there and. you know. sandy is leaving for florida. leaving him. whether she wants to or not. whether he loves her or not. he’s taking the long way home, walking all alone in the dark despite his better judgment because he knows darry will be mad at him but doesn’t really care. darry just worries, soda knows that. and honestly he thinks if he had to sit now—in a car, or just go straight home, whatever—he would go insane. so he’s walking. and he’s thinking about sandy, and how he can get her to stay. he could marry her. his kid or not, whether she asked to be in this situation or not, he loves her, and he thinks hopes dreams that she loves him too. and he’s been hiding his mom’s engagement ring in one of the toolboxes because darry wanted to sell it when their parents died and pony wanted to bury it with them and soda was being selfish and never wanted to part with it. he was gonna use it one day. maybe that day is coming sooner than he thought. maybe things will be okay. so he keeps walking.

they meet in the parking lot. johnny fills soda in on the night he’s had, mostly cause johnny jumped a mile when soda called his name, and nearly pulled his switchblade on him. “can’t be any worse than mine,” soda mutters, and then he’s rooting around in his pocket to see if he’s got any spare change ‘cause he figures johnny’s probably hungry and soda doesn’t like to take things from the dx conscience store without paying—he works there, he’d be stealing from his own paycheck—and that’s when the color drains from johnny’s face and soda follows his eyes to the road. a blue mustang pulls into the parking lot. it’s packed with kids soda hasn’t seen since he dropped out of school last june. socs. and one of them’s got three big, clunky rings made of probably pure gold. worth more than his mama’s engagement ring, that’s for damn sure.

and in the end soda doesn’t even know what they were fighting over. something about stealing bob sheldon’s girl? trying to? soda doesn’t even know who the guy is dating. he hasn’t really spoken to any girls except sandy since they started dating, not like that—other girls have tried talking to him, sure but they just aren’t her and even if they were like sandy, who cares? he’s in love—and he’s a little lacking in the gossip department. that’s what happens when you drop out of high school and work full time at a gas station. again, at the present moment, the only girl he cares about is sandy. he wonders just how drunk bob is—he can smell the alcohol on his breath a mile away. man, this is why soda doesn’t drink. he gets stuck in his emotions enough as it is; he doesn’t need help feeling. he doesn’t need help acting on it either.

and johnny’s there. his buddy, his friend, who started shaking in fear four months ago and hasn’t stopped since. there’s a cold look in johnny’s eyes and soda feels that familiar rush in his veins. soda’s a good fighter, you know. he’s never lost, not really. not when it counted. but he can’t help but wonder if it’s because he’s never fought for his life before. it kinda feels like it now, but then again, everything’s tinged red, this feels normal. to him anyway. this is how he’s always felt in a fight. adrenaline coursing through his veins like it’s all he was meant for. like it’s all he’s good for. sometimes it feels like it is.

next thing soda knows, bob’s foot is slamming into his bad knee—the one he permanently messed up years ago at the rodeo, because of course he did, everything he loves leaves him eventually—and it buckles. he crumples to the ground. something smells like gas. well, they’re at a gas station, makes sense. the hose from the gas pump is being wrapped around his neck and he can’t breathe and people are laughing, and for some reason he thinks to himself in the moment, “man, i hope nobody lights a cigarette. that would suck.”

he only blacks out for a few seconds but when reality washes over him, the socs are gone. all but one, in the ground. there’s blood and gasoline pooling around where soda’s kneeling next to the body.

body. oh god. soda wants to be sick but he thinks he’ll choke again if he throws up. his neck and throat hurt real bad. come to think of it so do his knee and his head. johnny looks green and his hands are covered in blood. so’s his knife. so’s bob sheldon.

johnny grabs him and yanks him up and soda tries to scream but it hurts too much to even whisper. johnny says something about going to dally’s. they just run, or do the best they can ‘cause soda’s knee is killing him, until they get out towards buck’s and soda wants to ask “what’re we gonna do, steal a horse and ride off into the unknown? you killed a guy, johnny!” but he doesn’t because it’s not gonna help at this point and soda knows that. he also knows johnny saved his life. he oughta be grateful.

dally agrees to get them the hell out of town, but not before soda demands some paper and a pen. he’s gotta tell his brothers something—especially cause now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see them again.

he doesn’t know anything. except that somebody died because of him and maybe also that there’s no way he’ll ever get to marry sandy now. and maybe just maybe he can never go home again. and for a guy like soda, a person who stays—that’s the worst feeling in the world.

soda just wants his brothers. and for all he understands everybody, right now he’s got no idea what to do with poor johnny cade.

seven hours later ponyboy is sitting on the living room couch with two-bit, eating cereal and chocolate cake (he’s a growing boy!) and watching saturday morning cartoons while darry swears at the leaky faucet in the kitchen, and then steve crashes through the front door.

“thought you were working this morning?” darry asks, not that interested, but more to make conversation and because he’s tired of that stupid kitchen sink. and steve goes “where’s soda?” and darry’s like, “sandy’s, I’ll bet. he never came home last night.”

except steve shakes his head. “he’s definitely not at sandy’s.” “why not?” “they broke up—” everyone looks over, but steve barrels on. “you’re sure you don’t know where he is?” darry nods. he forgets about the sink. “what’s going on?”

“got to work this morning, and the boss was standing out there, pissed as all hell. entire place was taped off. cops everywhere. i heard one of ‘em talking. somebody found a body last night—”

pony spills his cereal bowl. darry doesn’t even notice. pony doesn’t either. neither of them breathe until:

“—said it was that soc kid. same one who cut up johnny’s face. bob sheldon.”

and what the hell are these boys supposed to do now?

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don’t mind me. just here thinking about dally’s line in the musical “they can bust up your face and pull your ears clean off your head, but if they cut your hair, you might as well throw in the towel.”

but it’s angela shepard in that was then, this is now.

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Earth’s moon is a Parry shipper

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Sandy's baby gender reveal...

It's a girl!!

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Ok so I know this is a happier-ish au but I’m a sucker for some angst so would you be willing to write what happens the first time Stella gets sick under Darrys care??

Also this is about the Parry dads au if that wasn’t clear enough bc I’m afraid that au has consumed every corner of my mind and it’s all I can think about

on anon you get it so baddd. tbh,, when @youllneverseeonascreen and i were fleshing out this au we were kinda always coming up with angsty prompts and these poor kids just always had SOMETHIN going on, and we eventually decided that even though the situation they are in is happy, life still happens. the only difference is that now they actually have an appropriate support system lmao

anyways here are some headcanons <3

- i don’t think she got sick while with darry or when he was watching her, it’s probably just that she picked something up at preschool and started feeling yucky when darry picked her up

- and oh lord darry is so scared :( he deals with soda with his asthma all the time, so even though he KNOWS how to deal with this type of sickness, but he’s so aware that stella isn’t his kid and her lungs are at much bigger risk than soda’s are.

- stella uses a nebulizer and a couple of other breathing treatments to keep her breathing under control. her first symptom is coughing, and darry can hear her wheezing the longer it goes on for, so he sits her down on the counter and has her do a treatment (side hc: i’m a firm believer that stella HATES getting treatments, and she’ll hide in long and soda’s room crying until one of them comes in and convinces her to get her to do her treatment,, but that’s for another day)

- she’s normally super happy and energetic, but she really is just cranky and clingy when she’s feeling sick. she wants darry to hold her one minute but the minute he wants her to sleep, she wants put down and won’t sit with him on the couch and goes to soda bc maybe he won’t make her

- by the time paul comes to pick her up, she’s just overtired and miserable. darry’s holding her on the couch and she’s got a pulse-ox on her finger and he can still hear a wheeze in her little lungs every time she coughs but they can’t give her more medicine she really just needs to rest and get better

- and of course paul doesn’t blame darry for stella being sick, he honestly feels bad that darry didn’t just call him to come and pick her up (but darry has had it drilled into his head that missing a day of work means falling behind on bills, even thoigh he knows paul can afford to miss a day)

- but yea while she’s there she just gets a ton of snuggles and they set her up on the couch with a bunch of blankets and stuffed animals and darry really just does whatever he can to keep her comfortable

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alright gang time to talk abt the parry dads au🫶🏻

i’ve kinda touched on this au before (check the au in the tags if you’re curious lol) but i’ve been cooking with this au for a MINUTE,, like i’ve been yapping abt this w @youllneverseeonascreen since like,, november lmao

pls send asks abt this au i could actually talk about it forever i fear

alright let’s go‼️

it was after the rumble (and for my own sanity, johnny and dally are both still alive :p ) but paul, 19 years old and sick of college, was sitting in the diner, having just seen darry for the first time in two years and his ass kicked by a bunch of hoods. he was angry, desperate, and stupid.

he found a girl at the bar, the prettiest one he could get, eliza, and he started talking to her. one thing led to another, they laughed, they kissed, they went home together. things escalated, and two months later, eliza called to tell him she was pregnant.

things moved quickly after that. she dropped out of school to have the baby, they moved in together, had a quiet wedding, and paul got a job to try and be a breadwinner for the family. they figure out pretty fast that neither of them swing that way (iykyk) but maybe they could commit to each other. he was still trying to get his business degree so he could join his father’s company, even if he wasn’t sure he even wanted that. still, they were happy. loved eliza, or at least he was pretty sure he did. even though nothing compares to what he used to feel, but he can’t have that anymore.

everything changed the day his little girl, stella, was born, six weeks early and fighting from day one. she was a week old before he even got to hold her, and his sole focus was to do anything he could for her, not realizing that eliza had become completely withdrawn. she stopped caring about paul and the baby. this baby was going to be messed up forever and she wouldn’t let herself get caught up in it.

paul though? he was with the baby every minute of the day, sleeping in chairs and on waiting room sofas, signing off on whatever medicines and treatments the doctors recommended, she was going to get through this, he needed her to. her lungs weren’t fully developed, and her fine motor skills would be affected, and she was just tiny.

but, of course, she made it through. they brought her home, eliza doing just enough to be considered a mom, but paul did all of her breathing treatments and took her to physical therapy once a week. when she was old enough to start talking and had a stutter, he took her to speech therapy. he worked on helping her to use her fingers and hands, coloring, working on puzzles, anything he could to keep her from falling further behind.

fast forward a few years…

i’ve always imagined paul had a sister who was much older (her names penny,, ive also done a whole info dump on her lmao) and her apartment complex was having some exterior work done, and she recognized darry within about three seconds. “hey, you’re the kid my idiot brother kept trying to sneak out in the morning, right?”

darry didn’t know what to say, because really, he had expected penny to hate his guts, but the next time paul was over, she waved him down and had him come over to say hi. the tension in the room was other worldly, what can a person say after 5 years? and truthfully, they don’t get the chance to, because stella comes sprinting out and jumps on darry, thinking he’s her dad. she jumps right back when she realizes he isn’t and paul picks her up and calmly tells her that darry is an old friend, and that he doesn’t mind.

penny makes lunch, insisting that darry stay (and also because she is thoroughly enjoying watching the two of them and how uncomfortable they are). eventually, paul asks penny if she can watch stella while he is in court. darry asks why he needs to go, and he explains that he’s getting divorced and that he and eliza are in the middle of a nasty custody battle.

and without thinking, darry says he’ll watch her.

again, ask me literally anything you want to know abt this au,, i’m so obsessed UGH

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Rewatching Dans live from last night- parry truthers how are we feeling

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the way bev blows smoke in two-bits face after burning him.. it’s such a taunt, a petty schoolyard trick, but she did it anyway. she’s angry and willing to fight dirty

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Young Darrel and his wife (they can’t stop laughing as they say it bc they can’t believe it’s real some days) maybe they dreamed of going too. To college, to a different side of town, or different state. Darrel and his wife who realized they’d never go far but content to stay wherever the other is if it meant they’d have each other and their family and friends.

The Curtises who find beauty in the fold. They find those golden moments where they’re at no matter how dim and dark it was.

Clare wanted to badly to find it elsewhere- bc it couldn’t be in Tulsa. It had to be in Pop’s fast and shiny life- with his buckles and medals and studs; it had to be in the golden fields of Garyville; it had to be in that bastard’s golden, fiery, spiteful eyes.

Because if not then what was it all for.

you guys don’t even get it. the parallels between darry soda pony and mason tex. the ways they’re different that reflect how their parents were different. the way the curtis boys’ parents were young but they were in love and they were doing it together. the way mason and tex’s mother was a child, the way she was so young both times somebody hurt her—one time blinded by love and the other by spite. and her husband blamed her. and then there are the curtises who are struggling but making it work and they love their kids. they love their kids’ friends who need someone to love them. they love eachother. clare’s husband can’t even love her son. he claims the kid but he can’t love him, and she’s starting to realize maybe he never really loved her either, or even if he did—she’s starting to realize she was just a kid. and maybe compared to her husband she still is, so she wants to go dance, and he won’t, but she’s stubborn. clare was a greaser once and she never outgrew that because she never got a chance to outgrow anything when she was forced to grow up fast. so she walks out without a coat. and darrel curtis and his wife go to get frosting. and so it goes

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Clare McCormick who loved dances and rodeos and races and fast cars. Clare McCormick who saw the same sunsets her family and friends always saw and ached for something more something better. Clare McCormick in a town of strained relationships who wanted a love true and lasting. Clare McCormick who wanted so badly to believe better found her. Clare McCormick who’d walk forever for better- away from Tulsa, from her husband. Did she wish for her boys’ hands in hers? Did she ever hate herself for the life she damned them to?

you guys don’t even get it. the parallels between darry soda pony and mason tex. the ways they’re different that reflect how their parents were different. the way the curtis boys’ parents were young but they were in love and they were doing it together. the way mason and tex’s mother was a child, the way she was so young both times somebody hurt her—one time blinded by love and the other by spite. and her husband blamed her. and then there are the curtises who are struggling but making it work and they love their kids. they love their kids’ friends who need someone to love them. they love eachother. clare’s husband can’t even love her son. he claims the kid but he can’t love him, and she’s starting to realize maybe he never really loved her either, or even if he did—she’s starting to realize she was just a kid. and maybe compared to her husband she still is, so she wants to go dance, and he won’t, but she’s stubborn. clare was a greaser once and she never outgrew that because she never got a chance to outgrow anything when she was forced to grow up fast. so she walks out without a coat. and darrel curtis and his wife go to get frosting. and so it goes

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"you better run like the devil, because they're never gonna leave you alone" is so dallas winston coded and nobody can change my mind.

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Bart!Bob ending his fight with cherry during the drive in saying I love you…