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Sounds pretty fruity

fellas is it gay to want to run away with your best friend to a place with open spaces the sounds of whip-poor-wills we could watch the sun set over golden rolling hills a house with flowers on the windowsill and you could read us stories and outside in the yard we’d have ourselves a garden, but we wouldn't work too hard and every night we'd stare up at the stars we'd sit around the fire after every day was through we'd be each other's family, Pony, start this life anew this could be a chance to have a place to rest your head you'd wake up every morning in a big old feather bed

Me too pony, me too

what the gang does when they're drunk:

— ponyboy: too young to drink, so they have to endure the wrath of the gang.

· ponyboy, watching the gang make fools of themselves: *on the verge of tears* i'm gonna kms.

— darry: turns into a massive cuddly lil' baby.

· darry, laying half on top of ponyboy: *slurring* i loooooooove youuu, ponyyyyyyy.

· ponyboy, struggling to breathe: love you, too, dar.

— steve: sings SO LOUD.

· steve, singing along to elvis on the radio: tHE wARdeN thREw A pARtY IN thE cOUnTY jAIl—

· ponyboy: STFU, YOU SOUND LIKE A DYING WALRUS MASTURBATING.

— johnny: BAKES VIOLENTLY.

· ponyboy, watching johnny aggressively throw open the oven and toss a (empty) pan in it carelessly: look at my future husband, go. he's so cute.

— dallas: cries like a baby.

· ponyboy, on the phone w/ two-bit's mom & watching dallas lying on the floor, curled into a ball, sobbing his eyes out: martha, pick me up, i'm scared.

— two-bit: ANNOYING AF.

· two-bit: pony, pony, pony, pony, pony, pony, pony—

· ponyboy, done w/ they're shit: WHAT?

· two-bit: *long pause* hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. *starts giggling like a little girl*

· ponyboy: *fucking smacks them across the head*

— sodapop: horny mf.

· ponyboy, hiding in the bathroom: soda seduced steve and now they're having sex on darry's chair. someone kill me.

I don’t think I have ever sobbed, this hard at 10:18am. My lungs hurt

TULSA TUNNELS (PT. 7)

TW: This is after his parents, Johnny, and Dally have died, smoking, language, self harm, death.

It was all too much. First his parents then Johnny and Dallas in the same night. Ponyboy's teachers still either wanted to know exactly what happened when Bob died, or they didn't even want him in their class. Soda and Darry had started coming up to get him after school because the Socs had started waiting near his locker after school let out.

Darry had tried to talk to the principal, but of course since they were all greasers, the principal basically shrugged and told Darry he should know by now that actions have consequences. Darry had to stop Soda from jumping across the desk at the old man as Pony just hung his head, and walked out of the office. It wasn't gonna get any better. Not now, not ever.

Darry had ranted all the way home about how he should move Pony to a different school district since that soulless bastard of a principal didn't seem to care about the wellbeing of half the kids in his school. Pony wasn't listening though. He has his head leaned against the window, and was staring off into space which was something he was doing more often these days.

As soon as they got home, Pony excused himself to go walking around the neighborhood. Soda could tell something was wrong, but Darry was still worked up and muttering under his breath.

"Be home before dark, okay?" Soda said softly. Pony nodded then walked off with his head hung low. He didn't want to tell Soda that he had Johnny's blade in Dally's jacket pocket. He didn't want either of them to see the long jagged scars down both arms that he'd inflicted on himself in the dead of night when the nightmares came back.

Pony hadn't looked up once except for when he was lighting a cigarette. That may have been why he nearly jumped out of his skin when he raised his head, and found himself in the tunnel that Johnny had told him about under the train trestle a few blocks from his neighborhood. Once the shock wore off, Pony sank to his knees sobbing quietly.

This and the abandoned lot were the only places that would remind him of Johnny Cade now. Pony cried harder as he dragged the sharp tip of the blade across his arms until they were covered in bright red cuts that stung like hell.

Soda, on Darry's orders, came looking for him three hours later when the streetlights came on, and Ponyboy still wasn't home. Soda's heart shattered into a million pieces when he finally found Pony at the entrance to the tunnels, sobbing for Dallas and Johnny to come back, and his arms dripping blood.

"Oh, Ponyboy." Soda sighed as he crouched down beside his baby brother, and wrapped his arms around him. Ponyboy didn't even try to push him away. He just cried harder.

"It should have been me, damn it! I should have been the one laying in that hospital all burnt up and dying! Not Johnny! And if it were me, Dallas wouldn't have died either!" Pony sobbed as Soda stroked his blond hair.

"Ponyboy, it would have broken our hearts just as bad if it were you lying cold and dead in some grave. You have to understand, you're just as much a part of this gang as they were." Soda says as tears spill from his eyes, and slip down his cheeks.

That night, after Soda had taken Pony home and explained to Darry what the cuts on his arms were from, after Darry had broken down crying and begged Pony to please never, ever do that again because he can't bear to lose one more person, Ponyboy was visited in his dream by Johnny and Dallas one final time.

"Hey, Blondie." Dallas said as Pony walked around the smoking remains of the church in his dream. Pony turned to find Dallas standing there. He was translucent, but Pony could see the bullet wounds that had taken his life.

"Dallas? What...What are you doing here?" Pony asked as he took a step towards the phantom of one of his friends.

"Waiting. Johnnycakes will be here in a minute." Dallas said with that crooked grin that Pony always saw on his face when Dallas was up to no good. It used to give him a thrill, but now it broke his heart knowing he'd never see it again.

"Hey, Ponyboy." Johnny says as he appears on the other side of Dallas, and for a moment Ponyboy is blinded by his own tears. Johnny looks like he did before they ran away, before the Socs jumped him. He wasn't burnt or gasping for breath. He was whole again.

"H-Hey, Johnny." Pony stutters around the lump in his throat, and Johnny smiles sadly at him. Dallas has a similar look in his eyes, but slightly less so. Even in death Dallas Winston wasn't good with emotions.

"I know you're hurting, Ponyboy, but ya can't blame yourself. You didn't kill that Soc. You didn't start this war between the Socs and the greasers, but you can help end it by telling our stories." Johnny says in his quiet voice. Ponyboy nods then sniffles as he looks over at Dallas.

"We all knew I was gonna die young, Pony. I just decided to go out in a blaze of glory. End it all on a high note. That way if people talk about me, they can say 'yeah, Dallas Winston might have been a bastard, but he saved those kids. So, he wasn't all bad.' Aw, Pony, I know it hurts. But you can't keep hurting yourself over us." Dallas says with that heavy New York accent coming in thick. Pony had forgotten just how deep his voice was, and it just made him hate himself more. He was already starting to forget the little things.

"Will I...Will I ever see you again?" Ponyboy sobs wanting desperately to hug his friends, but knowing it was impossible.

"Yeah. You'll see us again, but not until it's time for you to come with us." Johnny says as he gives Pony one of his rare smiles. Ponyboy nods understanding what he meant.

"Don't worry about us. Just live your life how you want to. Everything else will be just fine." Dallas says right before Ponyboy wakes up sobbing harder than he ever has before.

Decades pass, and one by one the greasers begin to die. Some die in prison, young and violent. Some die tragically, just like Johnny and Dallas. But the others die because of ailments brought on by their voices or overworking themselves.

Darry dies of a heart attack alone in the house where he, Soda, and Ponyboy grew up.

Soda dies after a horse kicks him in the ribs, and instantly crushed his lungs.

Two-Bit dies due to liver failure in a nursing home.

Steve dies in a car accident with Evie and their twins in the back seat when a teenager who was driving drunk crossed the center line and hit them head on.

Sylvia dies alone in the nursing home, forgotten by her and Dallas's twins because of how toxic she was to them when they were growing up.

One by one they dropped, until only Ponyboy was left.

He was 89 years old when he turned the corner in his assisted living apartment, and saw a group of teenagers standing in his living room. Every last one of them looked like they hadn't aged a day since he'd written that essay for English class.

"Hello, boys." Ponyboy says in his frail, old voice as he smiles at the group of translucent teenagers. He can see Darry and Soda crying and smiling at him, but that's not who he's looking for. He's looking for the dark headed kid with the tan skin that looks like a lost little puppy, and the tall blond haired, icy eyed greaser that looks cold and mean.

"Hey, Blondie. You ready to go home?" Dallas says softly as he slings his arm around Pony's shoulder as he appears on his right, and Johnny appears on his left.

"I've been waiting for seventy-three years, boys. Let's go cause some trouble." Ponyboy says, and suddenly he feels lighter than he has in ages. All his aches and pains are gone, and he feels like he could run a marathon again. And as he and the rest of his gang fade away out of the dark apartment into the bright light only they can see, he's only had two things on his mind: Paul Newman, and a ride home.

How I long to be selfish with someone

Selfish for You

I want to be selfish with you,

To steal the hours and hold them still.

Wrap the day in soft threads of your skin,

Where no one else can enter in.

I want you all to myself—

No echoes of the world outside,

Only the hush of your breath

Tangling with mine, side by side.

Let’s be selfish,

Let’s sink deep and drown

In the ocean of each other’s arms,

Where time forgets to pull us down.

No clocks, no calls, no knocking doors—

Only your gaze, your hands, your warmth.

For one day, let me be your shore,

And you, the tide I’ll never ignore.

Just us, just here, just now—

I want the world to disappear,

Until it’s only you I know,

And only me you hear.

Hi twin.

Haaaaaaiiiiii

Absolute sas king, with a phd in cunt, I love him forever and always

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

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he is one sassy motherfucker

constantly rolling his eyes

always making faces when you make a joke about him

just so full of attitude

which can sometimes come off as rude

but he assures you he loves you and buys lots and lots of shit for you to apologise

yes. he buys so much

gift giving being a main love language for him means he is always coming home with SOMETHING

whether it’s a napkin from a restaurant that he wrote “i love you” on or a really expensive necklace

but his other love language is physical touch

and let me tell you. it. is. visible.

he ALWAYS has some sort of grip on you

whether he has his arm around your shoulder

or grabbing your boobs at any given moment

he acts all innocent after practically groping you

cause he knows that he is lucky to hit that

he brings you up A LOT in interviews

my girlfriend… 

well y/n told me…

and he really brings you up when theres a female interviewer

on multiple occasions, he’s had interviewers flirt with him

in which he IMMEDIATELY giggles at

then he proceeds to poke at you

not here, she might hear you…

calm it down, you're gonna start a domestic…

100% has some sort of tattoo for you (come up with one yourself lol)

when he’s performing, he points at you and blows a kiss

if you blow one back, he’ll pretend to catch it and put it in his boxers (freak)

if you don’t, he’ll give you the middle finger

To be buried in moss.

Tree portraits in Lida, Sweden.

So baby girl, probably gonna go make weird sounds on stage later.

fav photo set 𖥟