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If you start playing with Darry’s hair (running your fingers through it, massaging his scalp, etc.) that man will be out like a light in SECONDS. It’s how his Mama used to comfort him so now he associates it with being safe and secure.

POV you’re Mrs. Curtis 1950s-mid 60s. This is a regular occurrence

Imagine just having a gang of little boys bring critters into your home constantly and you don’t even know how they manage or where they’re even finding them. Darrel sr. Is not helping. He is encouraging this.

Possum, raccoon, rabbits, armadillo, squirrel somehow, stray dogs, coyote they thought was a dog, probably would do a deer or a mountain lion if they could

Just converted and mud holding some poor creature like it’s a caught fish way too proud of themselves.

Johnny’s best with rabbits. Dallas would fight a bear given a chance . Steve can and will wiggle himself under a house after something .Twobit would jump in a river. Pony is good at climbing and fast. Soda does good calls. Darry tracks and knows basic animal facts.

Obsessed with his pouty little kick

headcanon that Dallas and Steve purposely refer to Pony as a 13 year old solely to piss him off:

Steve: “hey dal what month is it?”

Dally: “idk go ask the 13-year old”

Pony: *throws lamp at them*

Sodapop Curtis cried when Elvis died. Then he proceeded to play nothing but his old Elvis records for the next three weeks. Ponyboy was about ready to break them in half by the end of it.

Headcanon that Darrel did this thing where he would pick Ponyboy up and throw him like half over his shoulder then would walk to his room and toss Ponyboy onto the bed before telling him to go to sleep.

It started when Ponyboy was six and his parents told him it was bed time and he stubbornly crossed his arms and shook his head, saying that he didn’t wanna. After 20 minutes of his parents trying to get him to listen, Darrel had come in and just plucked Ponyboy into his arms and walked him to his bed before tossing him onto the bed, Ponyboy giggling the whole time. Once Ponyboy was fully tucked in, Darrel had put his hands on his hips and asked which story he wanted before going to bed. While all this was happening, Mr and Mrs Curtis sat on the couch, stunned at how easily Pony complied when his oldest brother was asking.

It kept happening, so much so that it became their little tradition. Pony would never admit it, but sometimes he’d refuse to go to bed because he wanted to bond with his brother. That especially started happening when Darrel hit high school and was suddenly at practice, or a game, or a party more often.

Like one time when Darrel was 16 and about to leave for a party. He’d kissed his mama’s cheek and told her he’d be back the next morning. As he was about to open his front door to jog over to Paul’s car, he heard his mama tell Ponyboy it was time for bed, and he’d heard the familiar groan that meant Ponyboy wouldn’t be listening. He’d chuckled, and turned around to run up and grab his little brother, laughing harder when Pony shrieked. He’d walked to his brother’s room and tossed him onto the bed like normal, this time pausing as Pony looked up at him like he wanted to ask for something. Darrel sighed before sitting on Pony’s bed and ruffling his kid brother’s hair. He expected Pony to shake him off or smack his hand away not lunge forward and hug him. He held his little brother and smiled when he felt Pony mumble “I love ya Darry” into his chest, before saying a simple “I love ya too, buddy. g’night”. Once he knew Pony was situated, he got up and flicked off the light, smiling as he watched his baby brother snore quietly. He’d said another goodbye to his mama before running to Paul’s car and recounting the story on the drive to whatever shitty party they were headed to.

The next big time was Darrel’s last night before college. It was a bittersweet time for their family, they were overflowing with pride, but they were going to miss him. When it had gotten late, Mrs. Curtis had turned towards her youngest and told him it was time to go to bed. This time, instead of contradicting her or refusing, Ponyboy had simply turned his gaze to his oldest brother, silently pleading for him to do their tradition. Seeing that look in Pony’s eyes made Darrel’s heart hurt, because Ponyboy was twelve now and constantly insisting that he was getting too old for it, but here he was, sitting on the floor, a movie playing on the tv, silently begging Darrel to be his annoying older brother. So Darrel kissed his mama’s cheek, thanked her for the dinner celebration, and told her he could take care of this. When he started towards Ponyboy, his expression shifted to be a mischievous one, before he started tickling his brother. He let him squirm for a bit before picking him up. Once they were in Pony’s room, Darrel stopped and sat down on the bed. He didn’t miss the tears that threatened to spill out of his brother’s eyes, so he pulled him in close. He felt his shoulder start to dampen, then he heard something that took his heart and stomped on it. “I’m gonna miss you Darry, don’t forget ‘bout me ‘n Soda, okay?” Darrel just rubbed his brother’s back and promised him, “I ain’t never gonna forget ‘bout you, buddy, and I’ll miss ya too, every damn day”. That night, Darrel stayed in Pony’s room. And if Soda crept in and tucked himself against his brother too, that was his business.

It stopped happening once their parents died. Suddenly, Darrel was too tired from work and taking care of the house and the gang. Suddenly, what was once playful banter became screaming matches. Suddenly, Pony’s brother was drifting away.

But then it happened again. It was a normal night with the gang, Soda and Pony and Steve were engaged in an intense card game, where in which Soda was obviously cheating but still managing to lose at the same time. Two Bit was sprawled across the couch, watching Mickey on tv. Darrel was in his chair, watching the game and laughing. When he checked the time, he realized how late it was, so he looked at Ponyboy and told him, “alright time for bed little buddy”. Pony rolled his eyes and whined about how it wasn’t that late and couldn’t he just stay up tonight. Darrel gave him a knowing glance but Pony wouldn’t budge. So Darrel got up, pulled Ponyboy up from where he was sitting and threw him over his shoulder. When he got to his brothers’ room, he plopped pony down on the bed, but was shocked when he looked at Pony, who worse a smile with tear filled eyes. Darrel immediately stopped and looked at him, worrying he’d accidentally hurt his brother again. When he asked what was wrong, Pony choked out “‘s nothin, just, it’s the first time you done that since mama and dad died” all while bringing his arm up to wipe his eyes. Darrel sucked in a short breath before hugging his brother tight to his chest and responding with a simple, “I love ya, honey, don’t you ever forget that, okay?” He felt Ponyboy nod against him before he responded with a quick, “‘course, love ya too Darry”.

Maybe they weren’t perfect, maybe they wouldn’t ever be, but they were getting better. Pony was closer to having his oldest brother back and Darrel was slowly becoming Darry again.

Someone walk with me here. Johnny, Dally, and Pony as the three main stress responses.

Dally as fight

Pony as flight

Johnny as freeze

Ponyboy didn’t cry at Johnny’s funeral. He wanted to, he really did, but he couldn’t make the tears come. He couldn’t feel anything, so he just looked at the grave in silence. He didn’t cry when he got home either. He just sat down in front of the shitty TV and watched whatever cartoon was on. He wanted to feel so badly. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream or sob but nothing would come. He was numb.

He went on like that for two weeks. He went on like that until Darrel pushed too hard and then he yelled. He yelled but he still barely felt. He didn’t truly feel until Johnny’s clothes were in his arms. He didn’t feel until he could still smell the smoke and grease and dirt that was so distinctly Johnny still clinging to the fabric. And the minute he felt, he wished it would go away. Because the grief and despair came over him like a tidal wave. He thought he couldn’t possibly still feel his heart break after his parents died, but smelling Johnny and holding his rough jacket, his heart shattered. Suddenly he was burying his face in Johnny’s stuff and gasping for air as sobs wracked his entire body.

It got a little better when he read Johnny’s letter. It got a little better when he started opening up to his brothers. It started getting better when he started feeling a little more ok. But then the one year anniversary came around and suddenly he was plunged back into his pure and unfiltered grief.

He spent the entire morning sitting on his couch, the rest of the gang, or what was left of it, there too. He thought he’d be ok, maybe he’d visit Johnny’s grave and talk to him, or read the letter again. But when he read the letter, the blood drained from his face as he realized that he no longer perfectly remembered Johnny’s voice. He sucked in air when he realized before immediately curling into Darrel and clasping a hand over his mouth to stop the loud sob from escaping. He spent the rest of the day like that, held by his brothers, Soda rubbing his back and Darrel quietly whispering out “I know, baby, I’m so sorry”. He could barely feel Soda’s touch or hear Darrel’s comfort over the ringing in his ears as he kept his eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember every mark on Johnny’s body and the way his laugh sounded and the way his hand felt, his cries getting more intense whenever he couldn’t recall the details. Because his best friend was fading away and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Pony...

respectfully stare at you for some purly, pretty please. Thank you if you do.

Here ya go!! :3

Nothing gold can stay.

(Closeups under cut)

ok but what if pony and randy trauma dumped and became besties

this is emitting an unusual amount of parry energy

darry got suspended one time in high school because one of the socs said something rude about his mom at a football game and he beat the living shit out of that kid.

okaii jimmy rant heh..

he's popular. like he knows everyone. he moved to tulsa in 7th grade (he was from norman, oklahoma). he immediately started making friends. he's just charismatic like that. (/modern) he knows all the references, all the lyrics, never misses a beat (to brain rot and memes lmao). he's funny. he's loud.

but when there's a test to be studied for or an assignment to be completed he LOCKS IN. like if there is a worksheet given he will go silent and complete that shit within ten minutes. with test's he's he same. he will study and he will put in that work and it shows in his grades. all As.

he's not like a nerd or an academic beast he's just applied.

also he likes getting stuff out of the way and done quickly. example:

there is an individual test, and the teacher asks who wants to go first. his hand is up. in his mind he's done the work, he's ready and he just wants to get it over with. no stalling, no procrastination.

also he's always like getting into stuff, mostly because of his friends.

"hey jimmy wanna go to baseball tryouts with me?"

"sure when are they?"

he did that for so many things, same with clubs. like he gives a fuck about crochet, but his friend does, so he'll go.

but when he's upset you don't rlly want to go near him. um! it's an experience. not because he'll punch you or insult you, but you know those people that are just always so happy, it's just super uncomfortable to see them serious/upset? well, he's like that. he mostly goes quiet. but he tries to hide it for the most part. he's not good with feelings.

okay bai for now <33

what would happen if i made jimmy ace…

ok i should yap about jimmy my lovely boy i love him

- he doesn’t really like “jimmy” he’s too old for it now but it’s been his nickname ever since kindergarten so its js kinda his forever name

- i should make a playlist for him hehehe. probably mindless self indulgence, guns n’ roses, 2pac, sir-mix-a-lot, eminem… etc

- rip jimmy you would’ve loved saying “ts pmo” and “syabu”

- he says he’s straight, might be bi, is actually gay.

- he doesn’t really care for girls or women. not in a rude way, he just genuinely doesn’t really feel attracted to them.

like

some guy: “look at that chick she’s smoking hot”

jimmy probably: “yeah, did you see her boyfriend?”

um lol

- but he’ll never on his life admit he’s never had a girlfriend because every time a girl asks him out he makes a lame excuse as to why he’s busy

- he definitely is the “only i can hurt them” type of person towards people he cares about

- if he sees his friend hitting on a girl someone he’ll js kinda silently dip like a ghost like yk that one meme where the guy does the peace sign and fades away

- that’s him

ok this is all i have for now now i have to go run a mile wish me luck ahhhhhh

I headcanon that Bob is really whiny and clingy when he’s sick, but only with Cherry. He acts tough in front of everyone else but the minute it’s just the two of them he’s all, “Cherryyyyyy, I don’t feel good. 🥺”

They’re all happy right? Wrong.

(Curtis bros edition! 1/3)

1965 - Johnny and Dally are dead. Their parents are too. But it’s okay! They’ll get through it together.

1967 - At 19 years old, Soda is drafted into war. He goes MIA three months later, they find his body a month after that.

1970 - Pony’s off in college now, though the Curtises troubles are far from over. A heart condition they didn’t know he had ends up killing him after a track meet. He was 19, Darry was the only Curtis kid to reach his 20th birthday.

1975 - Darry’s thirty years old now, he has a wife and kids. He finally got out of the east side. He has everything he ever wanted. Except it’s not enough. He misses his brothers, he misses his parents, he misses his friends. He can’t do this anymore. After all, Ponyboy was supposed to be the one to get out of Tulsa. Not him. So he takes a reach for the bottle and never puts it down…

Darry’s kids are forced to grow up without a father figure, his wife has to raise them alone. Pony never made it out of Tulsa, Soda never got a chance to grow up. The Curtis brothers hadn’t seen Steve or Two-bit in years even before their deaths. The two weren’t expected their reunion with their former friends to be at a funeral. Everything went wrong, but soon the Curtis family is back together again. For good this time.

wow! Writing fluff is so much fun! 🎀

Proof that y’all asked for this so I don’t get ripped to shreds… so know I can’t be blamed! (I 100% can)

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“Do I look like a farm boy to you?”

yes Pony. You’re wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, you’re chewing on a piece of grass and already have a slightly farm-ish accent. As opposed to Johnny, whose hair is very obviously slicked back, wearing a dark shirt and jean jacket, and has a pretty obvious scar on his face.

so, yes Pony. YOU DO LOOK LIKE A FCKING FARM BOY

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

All the Curtis brothers have heterochromia

Darry’s is one full eye ice-blue the other ice-blue with a corner of it brown; sectoral heterochromia

Soda’s is one blue one Hazel so much it looks gold; complete heterochromia

Pony’s is green-gray with brown on the inside/in the middle; central heterochromia

(Probably gonna change them later)

Are you interested???

rant lmao

what pisses me off about dallas haters is that they (rightfully ofc) call him out on harassing cherry and obviously thats fucked of him to do. but they all forget that pony says that he would join in as well if cherry had been a greaser. he also says that steve, soda, & two-bit might have joined in too. so why aren't we calling the others out? like idk it js pmo. like ik dallas was the one doing it but pony admitting he'd join in on harassing girls if they were greasers too is fucked. let's stop the double standards pls, if ur gonna call one of them out call all of them out. also here are my quotes bc i dont like not providing proof bc i dont pull things out of my ass.

"Two-Bit or Steve or even Soda would have gone right along with him, just to see if they could embarrass the girls..." (page 20-21)

"I wouldn't have felt so embarrassed if they had been greasy girls – I might even have helped old Dallas. But those two girls weren't our kind." (page 21)

okai bye !!

if i see one more person characterize dally as someone unable to love im actually going to go batshit insane

When people mischaracterize Dally I feel like he’s either watered down to be this secret softie OR he’s made out to be the worst most degenerate most horrible man on earth.

He’s, at his core, a traumatized and self-destructive seventeen year old boy. He’s not a big bad guy but it’s not like he’s a perfect angel victim either. He hurts and degrades people so that he can feel assured in his own strength (safe, in other words. It’s the only way he knows how to live). He has no guidance in his life, he’s surrounded by other hurt teen boys who probably enable him (NOT THAT THAT MAKES THE GANG BAD EITHER).

What I’m trying to say is I don’t think he’s neither good nor bad. He’s done bad things, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. He is good to the people he cares about, but that doesn’t make him a good person.

(I would like to clarify that I use the word “mischaracterize” loosely. This is just my opinion and I don’t mean to say that anyone’s interpretation of a character is wrong or bad. I don’t think there’s necessarily any right or wrong way to view a story or character. At least most of the time) (also all the text is bold bc I’m writing this w/o my glasses and I cannot fucking see)

if u hate dallas we're not friends.

”I hate Dallas Winston”

You see him in yourself. Nobody hates Dally unless they feel called out by his existence thank you.

the outsiders as textposts I found while scrolling through the it’s always sunny tag:

pt 1/???

Here’s my Sylvia btw I’ve drawn her a handful of times but this is my first time posting her lol

Also it’s up to you if she’s tall or if Dal’s just short

2015 matt dillon how i love you

ponyboy during track warmups:

📸: jordan chin