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Sade Olutola
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bliss lane

blake kathryn
occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
official daine visual archive
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
almost home
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Fai_Ryy
Misplaced Lens Cap

shark vs the universe
KIROKAZE
The Stonewall Inn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
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@grungecurtis
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matt dillon for the california milk advisory board ( 1982 )
SOME GUYS MY AGE MAN
i was going through my eight grade yearbook and this is what i find 🌿
"The eyes tell a story that no one will understand…unless of course someone dares to look close enough"
Pony and Johnny being emotional in the church.
REBLOG IF YOU WANT CURIOUS ANONS
Wedding Day!
Emilio Estevez in The Breakfast Club (1985)
"You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, made like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering pack like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber."
The Outsiders (26)
Running from finals like
i'm dead
Reblog this if your English teacher introduced you to “The Outsiders.”
Oh and btw…thanks teach. ;)
all blogs in order of list:
ask-theoutsidersgang
butdallywinston
bxrst
dallasmywinston
dallysdillons
greasergirlwrites
greaserthings
johnnycadescandycane
johnnyscake
legendarycurtis
second row:
take-me-to-tulsa
theoutsidersfuckyeah
theoutsidersimagine
theoutsiderssmut
winston-ponypop
mattrdillons
grungecurtis
a-curtis-in-tulsa
curly-shepards
johnnymycake
i wanna follow all you guys so if ya want follow me back. i'll follow ya all back tomorrow I need sleep.
OUTSIDERS CHARACTERS ASK
zPonyboy Curtis: What's your favourite book/movie?
Johnny Cade: How's your life at home?
Dallas Winston: Have you ever done anything illegal?
Darry Curtis: Is there someone you take care of?
Sodapop Curtis: How well do you flirt?
Steve Randle: Do you know how to change a flat tire?
Two-Bit: What's the funniest joke you know?
Tim Sheppard: How many siblings do you have?
Curly Sheppard: Ever caused drama?
Angela Shepard: Have you ever gotten drunk and done something you've regretted?
Randy Adderson: Are you a greaser or a soc?
Cherry Valence: How easy are you to change your mind about someone
Marcia: Are you easy to make friends with?
Bob Sheldon: Have you ever done something you regret?
Sandy: How would you feel if you had to leave your family?
Francis Ford Coppola wanted Matt Dillon to spend a night in jail to ‘understand’ Dally a bit better. Matt refused, saying, “No way, Francis, how about you go spend a night in jail?”
We can only imagine how worried Darry and Soda were…
ya know steve also looks worried
like pone wake up
"Dally raised the gun, and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted. He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently -- Please, not him... not him and Johnny both -- I knew he would be dead, because Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted."
Is Anon hate going around in The Outsiders fandom today? Well, I can’t wait to get my share. So bring it on.