Thinking about how Ponyboy had to spend his 14th birthday without his parents.
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Thinking about how Ponyboy had to spend his 14th birthday without his parents.
@tuff-ponyboy @fromrussiawithlove-maddie @sadlonelyyogurt @lyn-winston
Soda is that teenager who follows his mom around the house yapping and perches on the end of her bed at unholy hours of the night, still yapping.
Except it’s Darry. Darry is mom. It’s 3 AM, Darry has the covers pulled over his head, and Soda is still standing in the corner yapping about his day.
merry christmas to those who celebrate <3
I completely forget who it was and where I saw it, but I once saw someone say that Darrel refers to Pony and Soda as “his kids” specifically Soda as his “firstborn” and Pony as his “baby” and I need that person to know that I still think about that and they are absolutely correct.
one of pony’s “party tricks” is the fact he can burp on command. two bit taught him how and steve wants to pound him for it
ponyboy the typa guy to be a pleasure to have in class
Thinking about how Darrel and Ponyboy are so similar and go through so many similar struggles but never go to each other because they don’t think the other one will understand. In this essay I will
Whumptober Day 5: Heatstroke
Oklahoma was one of the hottest states, especially during August. It was important to take care of yourself and avoid strenuous activity as much as you could.
Ever since Ponyboy was a little kid, his parents made sure he knew the dangers of heatstroke. Unfortunately, he wasn't one to listen very often. He usually spent more time in the heat than he should've, and while he got burned often, he never experienced heatstroke.
He decided heatstroke wasn't a big deal since, if it was, why hadn't he gotten it yet? It must have been some hoax parents made up to scare their children from being out in the sun for too long.
One day, Ponyboy spent the entire day wandering around town. It started with a walk to the library to return a few books he'd recently borrowed, then he ran into Johnny and the two wandered for a while. Then, after leaving Johnny with Two-Bit, he practiced a bit of football in the lot, then finally jogged home.
While running, he started to grow dizzy and nauseous until he couldn't keep sprinting. By the time he got home, Ponyboy was utterly exhausted. He stumbled through the door and quite literally ran into Darry.
"Woah, kid," Darry took a step backward and looked down at his younger brother, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Are you all right?"
Ponyboy panted, a bead of sweat dripping down his face. "I don't feel right."
"You're real flushed," Darry observed, putting a hand on Pony's shoulder. "How long were you outside?"
"Few hours."
"In this heat?" His eyes widened, and Darry shook his head. "Dammit, kid, ain't you ever heard about heatstroke?"
"I thought I'd be fine," he grunted, then went pale.
"Pony?"
Ponyboy pushed past Darry and sprinted to the bathroom, dropping to his knees and hurling into the toilet. After a few brutal moments of heaving, his body finally stopped puking up his lunch and let him pant and regain his breath.
Darry sat beside him, turning the boy's head toward him and wiping the bile from his chin with a towel. "Shit, Ponyboy."
Leaning back against the wall, still trying to get his breath, Ponyboy closed his eyes and whined weakly. "This sucks."
"Take your shirt off and lay down," Darry instructed after a few beats. "I'll get some cold towels for you to put on yourself. Open your window too."
Ponyboy nodded, walking like the living dead back to his room and dropping to his bed without even opening the window. Darry walked in, putting ice-cold towels on his forehead and under his armpits. With a quiet sigh, he opened the window, then returned to Pony's side. "You're going to be okay?"
Pony tiredly hummed an agreement, and while Darry said something else in response, Ponyboy was already asleep.
without darry, the curtis family would be dysfunctional and stressed and unable to stay together
without soda, the curtis family would be an emotional wreck of arguments and secrets and miscommunication
without pony, the curtis family would be bitter and depressed, constantly down without hope
just thinking about how they really can’t be anything without all of them
Ponyboy’s the king of dilly dallying change my mind
pony absolutely suffers from sports injuries
he constantly has blisters on his feet from running so much (though he’s learned to get a lot better with that) and used to just pick at them and darry would have to yell at him to stop. he also has pulled many muscles (and has probably endeared shin splits before to the point it was absolutely excruciating for him to walk-soda literally tried carrying him everywhere but pony absolutely went through a growth spurt and got too big to be held by soda :(i feel like he can also jump real high…but doesn’t always stick the landing. he’s very nimble but everyone slips up. he’s definitely twisted his ankle and has had numerous concussions from tripping over a hurdle.
injuries and the body are really interesting to me and idk why i made this i just felt like yapping
i think directly post-canon ponyboy hated anything to do with maintaining his hair apart from greasing it. he hated washing it, getting it cut, taking care of it like he had before they mangled it.
soda washes his hair in the kitchen sink for almost a year after the fact. mostly because pony is still so out of it that he can barely get up and shower when he needs to, so soda sets up a few towels to keep him comfortable and has him lay on the kitchen counter and washes pony’s hair for him every few days.
it helps ponyboy of course, but it also helps soda to see his roots growing back in, to know that they are growing. that every day, every millimeter of auburn-brown hair that grows back puts more days between them and what happened. that pony’s life is going to be more than this, and one day, the bone dry yellow-blonde will be gone and he won’t have to live with the constant reminder of what he thought he had to do.
one day, pony comes out of the shower with his hair wet and freshly washed. soda hugs him and scrubs at his head with a towel.
“guess someone finally got tired of using my shampoo, huh?”
pony during independent reading time
one time i took my baby brother to see a dogs purpose (movie) and he cried so hard he threw up
dare i say that’s curtis brothers core
one time i took my baby brother to see a dogs purpose (movie) and he cried so hard he threw up
dare i say that’s curtis brothers core
Two-Bit: Happy birthday, Ponyboy! I'm your gift!
Ponyboy, whispering to Dally: Did you get the receipt? Or do I have to keep him?