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sjs and bc hockey #1 fan darrelcurtis on ao3 and darryceo on tiktok

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is it okay to dm you about hockey stuff? totally get if not, just need somebody to be feral about baby sharks with

yes!!! more than ok actually pls do!!

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hi guys! long time no see but i finally got it together and wrote another part to my foster kid ponyboy au! it’s another 5+1 centering him and darry cuz you guys know i love them. hope you all read and enjoy!!

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forgot to let you guys know but i finally posted another part to my foster pony series!! this one takes place about 4 months in, and it’s centered about darry and pony learning more about each other and seeing new sides of the other. hope you read and enjoy!!

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travis!darry talks so fast — almost like he feels like he’s running out of time, like he needs to get the words out before everything falls apart around him and he has another problem to clean up

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hi back to say nolan ponyboy is SO SO GOOD that’s a 14 year old boy right there

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ponyboy and sodapop can’t handle spice at all—they’re so dramatic about it too, flying around the room in a panic if dinner is even mildly hot.

darry, on the other hand, loves spicy food. it reminds him of the days he’d go out with the football team, wolfing down hot wings and piling hot sauce on everything as a joke.

once darry becomes the primary chef in the house (not by choice, believe him), he starts trying to slowly integrate spice into their dinners.

‘you just ain’t used to it,’ he tells his brothers, adding a drop of spice here and another drop there. it never works—no matter how much or how little he adds, pony and soda always sniff it out and run around the room like darry’s trying to kill them. one day it’ll work, he tells himself. one day.

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if someone happens to stumble on a devin bob/cop audio from today…i am begging and pleading and crying

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Dally and Johnny as parallels to Darry and Soda, with Ponyboy as the youngest of both trios.

Darry/Dally: the eldest, who Pony starts out disliking and considers cold and hard and unfeeling. He’s blind to their love for him despite the great lengths they go to for him, because they show love through actions and aren’t good at expressing their feelings. He thinks both of them only love the middle one of the trio. Both have uncharacteristic displays of emotion that stun Ponyboy, prompting him to consider their perspectives for the first time. Both scold him for not wearing a coat.

Soda/Johnny: the middle one who Pony adores to the point of idealization. Both are better at expressing feelings and emotional support in a way that Ponyboy responds to. Both are people around whom Pony feels like he can drop his guard and be himself. Both are sweethearts, but tougher than they appear. Neither are book-smart, and despite Pony’s affection for them, he’s kind of condescending about it. Pony starts out with a somewhat one dimensional view of both of them. Both try to get Pony to see the good in the eldest, and he doesn’t believe them at first, until he finally sees the truth of it for himself.

Their deaths can be seen as physical manifestations of Darry and Soda too. Pony realizes at the hospital that Darry’s greatest fear is losing him, and Dally gets himself killed because he loses the person he loves most. Johnny sacrifices his life saving others, much like Soda gives so much to his brothers at his own expense.

Dally and Johnny are a warning to Pony not to make the same mistakes with his brothers. Don’t wait until it’s too late before you repair your relationship with them, before you see them for who they really are; before you realize how much Darry loves you, before Soda sacrifices too much of himself. Don’t wait until it’s too late before you appreciate that against all odds, you and your brothers are all alive and together and love each other and have been given a second chance. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that your story is all about death and grief. It’s about noticing what has risen from the ashes, making the most of what you have left, nurturing that which can still be brought back to life.

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whenever the curtis boys are having dinner together and darry and pony start itching for a fight, soda always starts hand-feeding darry to ease the tension. it works every time — darry's always so taken aback that he forgets whatever he was mad about, and seeing darry eat out of soda's hand or from soda's spoon makes pony remember that his big brother is just a kid too.

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the grief that does not speak // chapter 5

ao3 link | 5/6 chapters | post-canon | Darry POV

IT’S HERE IT’S DONE 10K MORE WORDS OF BAWL BABY SHENANIGANS AND BIG BROTHER ANGST

Hope you enjoy! 💗

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i think people get “shy” and “quiet” mixed up. shyness often refers to someone who avoids talking to new people out of anxiety/ fear of being judged/insecurity. being quiet is when you don’t like to talk because you just have a preference for silence.

ponyboy is shy. pony says himself in the book that he’s nervous that socs and even middle class kids won’t like him because he’s a greaser—because he’s at the bottom of the societal food chain. he assumes that everybody hates him because of his social status. his silence is rooted in anxiety. i’m pretty sure in TWTTIN (when i barely skimmed the last few pages fsr) bryon admitted that ponyboy “wasn’t conceited—he was just shy”. and additionally, ponyboy being shy doesn’t mean he can’t stick up for himself. bryon doesn’t like point it because ponyboy comes off as “self absorbed” and “like a real good fighter”. he’s not gonna be a blushing stammering mess when someone asks what his name is. he clearly has no problem quipping back to and sticking up for himself against other people when they bug him—such as when he cussed johnny out, swung the broken bottle at some socs and when he fought back while getting jumped/bit someone”. he’s not silent because he’s trying to be an “uwu cute shy babie”, he’s silent because he’s nervous—nervous that people are going to judge him or not take him seriously because he lives below the bar. he’s been scared into silence.

johnny is quiet. johnny prefers the silence. ponyboy says that johnny is a man of few words, and getting just one word out of him is a success. and i suppose you can make the argument that “hey, alaska—johnny’s been scared by the socs too! his parents scared him into not speaking!” and id say you were right, had it not been for the fact that johnny’s quiet even with the gang. the difference between pony and johnny in that regard is that while ponyboy feels he can be loud with the gang (even if he doesn’t feel like he can really be himself), johnny just stays quiet. because that’s what he likes. he likes the quiet, and that’s why he sticks around with ponyboy. he’s not really anxious anymore—he’s beyond that. he’s too busy being alert and on his toes 24/7 to be anxious. he doesn’t talk with the gang like pony does, and it’s simply because johnny likes silence. he doesn’t feel like conversations are necessary to show you like someone. he’s silent because he likes it. not because he’s scared.

quiet and shy are two very different things. pony is quiet cause he thinks he needs to be. johnny is quiet because that’s just what he prefers.

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ponyboy who shuts down when he’s overstimulated vs soda who cries when he’s overstimulated vs darry who gets angry and needs to hit something when he’s overstimulated

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obsessed with dan soda and brent darry

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and soda loves horses and pony loves pepsi and they both love chocolate milk and and and 😭😭

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darry doesn’t cave under pressure. never has — not when his high school buddies shove a cigarette in his hand, not when cops try twisting his arm for information, and sure as hell not when bill collectors knock on the door, promising to strip the place clean. darry never caves. he holds the line.

but then there’s sodapop. soda doesn’t twist his arm or raise his voice. he doesn’t have to. all it takes is one look — that wide, open kind of look that only soda can pull off, like the world hasn’t knocked the happiness out of him yet — and darry is toast.

he sees it coming and still lets it happen. the hopeful tilt of soda’s head, the stupid little grin, the way he says “dar?” like the word itself is made of sunshine and trouble. and darry sighs, crosses his arms, maybe scowls a little just for show — but the ending is always the same. soda asks, and darry gives in.

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it’s two months after his parents funeral and darry doesn’t know what to do. it’s been a shitty week — a shitty few months, more accurately. he’s tired. tired of waking up before sunrise. tired of the screaming matches with ponyboy that leave them both hoarse and hollow. tired of holding everything together with fraying hands.

he remembers a different life, barely. one where fall meant college, not court dates and grocery lists. he was supposed to make it out of tulsa. supposed to be more than this. but all of that — his future, his parents, even his relationship with ponyboy — was ripped away in a single night.

he tries not to be bitter. tries not to think about how unfair it is. but sometimes he wonders why it had to be him. why not one of the rich, smiling kids from high school who had everything and still wanted more? he misses those days, even if he doesn’t want to. misses who he was before everything broke.

he’s standing in the kitchen, staring at the same empty cereal box he can barely afford to replace, when there’s a knock at the door. it’s firm, quick. not the kind of knock that means trouble, but not the kind that means comfort, either.

he wipes his hands on his jeans and opens the door.

he’s met with a familiar smirk and a curly, brown head of hair.

“hey,” paul says, hands shoved in the pockets of his letterman jacket like it’s still senior year and everything’s normal. like darry’s whole world didn’t fall apart two months ago.

“hey,” darry says, voice flat.

“don’t be like that, dar. can i come in?” paul asks, because he knows darry better than himself and he knows that this is the last thing darry wants to deal with right now.

darry hesitates, then steps aside. “sure.”

the house smells like ponyboy’s cigarettes and motor oil. paul looks around, takes it all in — the dishes in the sink, the stack of overdue bills on the table, soda cans lined up on the counter like trophies. he doesn’t say anything about it, which almost makes it worse.

“just wanted to check in,” paul says, finally. “it’s been a while.

darry leans against the counter. “been busy.”

paul nods. “yeah. i bet.”

silence stretches between them. the kind of silence that feels like it’s holding its breath. it’s awkward and strained — far from the easy-going conversations they used to share in the middle of the night back in high school.

“we’re all set for fall though, right?” paul asks, like it’s a normal question.

darry laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “nah. that’s off the table.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean i can’t go.” he looks down at his hands. “someone’s gotta keep this place running. pony can’t do it. soda dropped out just to keep us fed. i can’t leave.”

paul runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing, jaw clenched tight like he’s trying to keep something from slipping out. darry watches him, arms crossed, waiting for the explosion.

“we can fix it,” paul says finally, voice low but urgent. “there’s gotta be a way, right? scholarships, night classes, something. you don’t have to give up —”

“i’m not givin’ up,” darry snaps. “i’m doin’ what i have to.”

“no,” paul says, pointing at him. “no, this isn’t what you have to do. this is you settling. this is you being scared.”

“you shut your mouth, holden. i ain’t scared.”

“bullshit. you are. you’re scared to want something for yourself. you’re scared to try, ‘cause if it doesn’t work out, then what? at least if you stay here, you get to pretend it’s noble instead of just sad.”

darry’s eyes go cold. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

paul doesn’t back off. “you used to talk about getting out of here like it was the only thing keeping you breathing. now you’re telling me you’re just gonna stay in this house until you rot?”

“i can’t go,” darry says, quieter this time. like the truth costs something. he looks down at his hands, like he’s ashamed of what they’ve become. “i got two kids to raise now.”

paul stares at him like he’s waiting for a punchline. when none comes, he shakes his head.

“i can’t believe this. you’re throwing it all away.”

darry lifts his eyes, sharp and tired. “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about. the minute they died, it all went with them.”

paul looks like he’s been slapped. he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. just stands there, in the quiet that feels heavier than shouting.

“you should go,” darry says.

paul doesn’t move at first. then he nods, once, and turns for the door. his hand hesitates on the knob.

“you were supposed to make it out,” he says again, not looking back.

“yeah,” darry says, voice barely above a whisper. “we were.”

the door closes behind paul, and the silence that follows feels final.

darry’s heart sinks. throwing it all away. sounds about right.

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heyyy haha anyone have a sequoiia dally audio 😁😁😁