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Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay Gold.

THE OUTSIDERS (1983) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

Soda imagine @ bucks

–In this imagine you moved to Tulsa during the summer, so you barely have any friends. One night at bucks you get sick and meet Soda in the bathroom. (I know in the book, it specially says Soda never had to smoke or drink, but he was sad also, he is hiding his smoking from the gang) Please ignore how I switched from using “you” to “I” in the second half of the imagine. Sorry but thank you!–

“Here you go, (y/l/n)” the bartender said to you as he handed you your 6th drink of the night. It wasn’t even 10. You had just moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma and you hated it. You moved two weeks after school got out, leaving you with no chances to make any friends for the summer. It was the middle of July now, and for the last month, you found yourself going to a bar on weekends and trying to forget all about this horrible move. You quickly downed your drink and sat at the bar staring at all the people around you. Everyone has friends, everyone looks happy, everyone’s having fun. Suddenly, you start to feel a little dizzy. Obviously while drinking you’d loose your balance a few times, but it’s never felt like this. You ran up the stairs, the bartender shouting behind you for not paying for your last drink. Bursting into the bathroom you quickly make your way to the toilet and let it all out. While looking down sitting on the ground you heard the door close. You looked up and saw a striking blonde boy sitting in the sink, smoking a cigarette. He had closed the door with his foot. “We’re you in here the whole time?” You somehow spat out. “Unfortunately, I was” he giggled. You were so embarrassed, you just threw up in front of the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. If there’s a way to make friends after moving, this isn’t it. You leaned back, so your head was against the wall and looked at the gorgeous teen. “Who are you hiding from?” You asked. He looked confused and took another drag. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout babe.” “Nobody sits in the bathroom to smoke here, go downstairs and you can’t even see a foot in front of ya it’s so smokey. Who are ya hidin’ it from?” He looked down, and quietly responded; “My brothers, he paused, “my gang too.” “Well fuck.” I spat. I felt bad, the charming boy that was sitting here no less than two minutes looked like he was no longer here, instead a sad and ashamed teen was sitting right in front of me. I tried to think of something to say. “Do they not smoke? I’m sure if ya told them or explained it..” “No” he cut me off. “They all smoke, every single one of ‘em.” He frowned. I didn’t know what to say, I feel like every time I opened my mouth more of the happiness drained out of him. “Oh.” I muttered. “I just don’t want them to see me havin’ to smoke. I’m the happy one, I don’t need anything, I’m supposed to be fine and happy sober.” I had no clue what to do. This stranger was spilling out his feeling to me and I was just sitting on the ground, drunk, about to throw up once again. “Soda!” A loud voice called from the hallway. The boy whispered “shit,” and began to put out his cigarette. “I’m in here Steve” he yelled. A tall, greasy boy burst in and looked at me. “No you didnt! Holy shit Soda!” The boy, who I guess was named Soda, began turning red. He tried to explain “ Nah Steve, this is uh …” He paused, I forgot I hadn’t even told him my name. “(y/n)” I stuttered. “I got sick and Soda here just made sure I was okay and helped me to the bathroom.” I looked at him and he smiled. “Alright man well the rest of us are downstairs, hurry up!” His friend cheerfully yelled as he walked away. Soda turned to leave, but stopped and turned around as I tried to pick myself off the bathroom floor. “Thanks for that.” He smiled. “I’m soda.” “Yeah I figured” I giggled. “We should maybe talk sometime, not in a bathroom” he laughed. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” You said. He walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Maybe you could make some friends in town.

closetgreaser

ok so funny story

i first read the outsiders in 7th grade ok and i forgot where we were in the book but it was like one or two chapters before johnny does the bad thing

and my english teacher decided to show us a theory she had about the characters’ names so on the whiteboard she put ‘darry’ and ‘dally’ but then she wiped off the r’s and l’s

and me being a sinful gay 13 year old i could already tell where this was going but i was praying to the heavens that it wouldn’t go there but it was going to

she said that darry was a father figure to ponyboy and dally was a father figure to johnny (laughs bc boyfriends) and if you take out the double letters in their names and put d’s you get daddy for both

and im sitting there biting my fist trying not to say anything

being in seventh grade most of the kids just nodded and went back to reading but i could fucking feel it in the atmosphere of the room

my sin senses were tingling

i could tell that there were a few other kids in there that just knew

that class was never the same

because i fucking knew they were all filthy sinners

tuffponyboy-deactivated20170417

modern headcanons for the outsiders

@grimtriumph said i would be good at this, so why not give it a shot?

- Cherry’s favorite singer is Halsey and she always blasts the Badlands soundtrack while she drives (she won’t tell anyone this, but a lot of Halsey’s songs remind her of Bob and Dallas). - Ponyboy never leaves the house without his headphones.

- Two-Bit got kicked out of the movie theater for screaming loudly while watching The Visit.

- Steve is a pro at repairing shattered phone screens.

- Darry loves Park and Recreation and almost peed himself once from laughing so hard at one of the episodes.

- Sodapop broke his wrist trying to do a backflip off the roof after Two-Bit told him to ‘do it for the vine.'

- Johnny loves Twenty-One Pilots.

- Ponyboy runs a popular multi fandom account on instagram and attracts a lot of followers because he is a “cute fanboy”.

- Dallas is the biggest fuckboy, it’s disgusting.

- Curly loves rap music and always blasts it around Ponyboy to annoy him.

- Two-Bit always has the newest version of the iPhone and no one asks how.

- Sodapop, Steve, and Dallas love the Kardashian sisters.

- Every Monday night the boys go to the Curtis home to watch football.

- Angela is constantly getting into fights with people on the internet about Donald Trump.

- Sodapop has used the term 'netflix and chill’ an embarrassingly amount of times.

- Darry thinks Friends is overrated.

- Cherry rolls her eyes so far into her head whenever someone tells her she 'doesn’t have a soul’ because she has red hair.

- Johnny gags whenever he sees someone with the half of their head buzzed and their hair flipped over hairdo thingy (you know what I mean).

- Ponyboy read the To Kill a Mockingbird sequel in one night.

- Sodapop and Steve love Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Stone.

- Tim doesn’t 'get’ Instagram.

- Two-Bit loves watching reality TV shows.

- Johnny enjoys finding his name or one of his friend’s on a Coke bottle (so far he’s only found Steve’s).

- Dallas’ biggest celebrity crush is Lana Del Rey.

- Darry hates Starbucks with a passion.

- Ponyboy loves to watch vine edits.

- Sodapop likes One Direction, but Steve hates them.

- Cherry loves Pinterest. - Two-Bit once stole a flatscreen TV while Black Friday shopping and gave it to his mom for Christmas.

- Sodapop and Steve always sing ‘Uptown Funk’ when they are working on a car.

- Darry is a big fan of Beyoncé.

- Ponyboy is always dropping his phone or leaving it at places.

- Dallas has a ‘habit’ of catfishing people on dating websites.

- Steve always yells “JOHN CENA” when Johnny enters the Curtis home.

- When he is by himself, Tim will start singing ‘What Do You Mean?’ by Justin Bieber.

- Sodapop and Steve always have twerking contests, but then Darry tells them to step away and shows them how it’s really done.

- Cherry runs a very aesthetic blog on tumblr.

- Angela loves 5SOS.

- Johnny thinks memes are terrible.

- Ponyboy loves Buzzfeed and takes their quizzes daily.

okay that’s all i got for now. possibly will make a part 2.

thegreaserclub

shepardtrash

I don’t think tim or dallas would actively seek out a partner who’s tough, but someone who stays with them for longer would have to be.

Not necessarily in the sense that they pick fights etc., but that there’s a sort of resilience there, a wilingness and ability to adapt quickly and to accept the sort of life they’re leading.

In fact, i believe that contrary to what one might expect, dallas or tim would (in a longer term relationship) have someone who is kind, not bitter like them; strong, but not violent like them; tough but not cynical.

I mean for god’s sake look at dallas and johnny. It’s the perfect example for what i’m getting at.

Johnny’s not weak, far from it. He’s tough, but that doesn’t mean he has numbed himself to showing and recognising kindness and goodness and we all know that tim and dally could sire as hell do with that.

tuffponyboy-deactivated20170417

the signs as quotes from the outsiders

aries: you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt.

taurus: i never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me. it seems like they were never there before.

gemini: i lie to myself all the time. but i never believe me.

cancer: if we don’t have each other, we don’t have anything.

leo: it seems like we’re always searching for something to satisfy us, and never finding it. maybe if we could lose our cool we could.

virgo: maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. we saw the same sunset.

libra: sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. but all the wrong sights, not the sights you want to see.

scorpio: i knew he would be dead, because dallas winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted.

sagittarius: hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at the stars and ached for something better.

capricorn: you can’t win, even if you whip us. you’ll still be where you were before–at the bottom. and we’ll still be the lucky ones with all the breaks.

aquarius: that was his silent fear then–of losing another person he loved.

pisces: a pain was growing in my throat and i wanted to cry, but greasers don’t cry in front of strangers. some of us never cry at all.

outsiders-everything

Soda imagine @ bucks

“Here you go, (y/l/n)” the bartender said to you as he handed you your 6th drink of the night. It wasn’t even 10. You had just moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma and you hated it. You moved two weeks after school got out, leaving you with no chances to make any friends for the summer. It was the middle of July now, and for the last month, you found yourself going to a bar on weekends and trying to forget all about this horrible move. You quickly downed your drink and sat at the bar staring at all the people around you. Everyone has friends, everyone looks happy, everyone’s having fun. Suddenly, you start to feel a little dizzy. Obviously while drinking you’d loose your balance a few times, but it’s never felt like this. You ran up the stairs, the bartender shouting behind you for not paying for your last drink. Bursting into the bathroom you quickly make your way to the toilet and let it all out. While looking down sitting on the ground you heard the door close. You looked up and saw a striking blonde boy sitting in the sink, smoking a cigarette. He had closed the door with his foot. “We’re you in here the whole time?” You somehow spat out. “Unfortunately, I was” he giggled. You were so embarrassed, you just threw up in front of the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. If there’s a way to make friends after moving, this isn’t it. You leaned back, so your head was against the wall and looked at the gorgeous teen. “Who are you hiding from?” You asked. He looked confused and took another drag. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout babe.” “Nobody sits in the bathroom to smoke here, go downstairs and you can’t even see a foot in front of ya it’s so smokey. Who are ya hidin’ it from?” He looked down, and quietly responded; “My brothers, he paused, "my gang too.” “Well fuck.” I spat. I felt bad, the charming boy that was sitting here no less than two minutes looked like he was no longer here, instead a sad and ashamed teen was sitting right in front of me. I tried to think of something to say. “Do they not smoke? I’m sure if ya told them or explained it..” “No” he cut me off. “They all smoke, every single one of 'em.” He frowned. I didn’t know what to say, I feel like every time I opened my mouth more of the happiness drained out of him. “Oh.” I muttered. “I just don’t want them to see me havin’ to smoke. I’m the happy one, I don’t need anything, I’m supposed to be fine and happy sober.” I had no clue what to do. This stranger was spilling out his feeling to me and I was just sitting on the ground, drunk, about to throw up once again. “Soda!” A loud voice called from the hallway. The boy whispered “shit,” and began to put out his cigarette. “I’m in here Steve” he yelled. A tall, greasy boy burst in and looked at me. “No you didnt! Holy shit Soda!” The boy, who I guess was named Soda, began turning red. He tried to explain “ Nah Steve, this is uh …” He paused, I forgot I hadn’t even told him my name. “(y/n)” I stuttered. “I got sick and Soda here just made sure I was okay and helped me to the bathroom.” I looked at him and he smiled. “Alright man well the rest of us are downstairs, hurry up!” His friend cheerfully yelled as he walked away. Soda turned to leave, but stopped and turned around as I tried to pick myself off the bathroom floor. “Thanks for that.” He smiled. “I’m soda.” “Yeah I figured” I giggled. “We should maybe talk sometime, not in a bathroom” he laughed. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” You said. He walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Maybe you could make some friends in town.

vintagesaltbackup

The Outsiders (1983)

grimtriumph

a few random angela shepard headcanons for tuffponyboy - she’s one of those people that can cry on demand. she used to do it all the time as a kid and used her crocodile tears on tim to get her way. it would work more often than not. - no matter how many times curly threatens her, she’ll still use his razor to shave her legs and they bicker about it all time. - she likes braiding her hair after showers because it keeps her curls nice and soft. - Angela has perfected her pout. her cut-eye burns into you because she’s all fire. - The first time she got drunk, she was with Curly and she ended up barfing on him so he was forced to clean the both of them up because she was close to passing out. - she wants to leave Tulsa. she wants to be someone that isn’t defined by her name. she wants the open road. but she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to take that first step - she can stay in her room for hours, laying on her bed and listening to music. and she hates being disturbed in those moments, if she is, she’ll likely run after the culprit with her house slipper and chuck it at their head - she doesn’t really get along with her mother or stepfather, but she’s aware that her mother taught her a lot of important lessons. yelling instead of crying. training your voice to thunder when you’re upset. how to command attention in a room full of men louder, bigger, more threatening than her. - Angela takes forever in the shower and it drives everyone crazy - she isn’t scared of her brothers, but tim commands her respect more than curly or her parents do. she’s also more dependent on him than she is on the rest of them - she loves hard and she fights hard. - she enjoys being the centre of attention. - she never forgets a slight or an injury. she gets angry and she gets even, usually using her brothers to do it, because what else are big brothers for? - Angela always dreamed of having a nice Cinderella wedding growing up, until she woke up to how things really were. even still, not all dreams are hard to kill just like that. when she ended up married to one of tim’s friend’s, she felt like a part of her was drowning, slowly. and she couldn’t save whatever it was. it crushed her. - She really loves photography and if she could afford it, she would be doing it all the time. she’s collected shots throughout the years, however few and far in-between. pictures of tim, groggy and sleep-deprived, pouring himself coffee in the morning, and scowling when he figured out what she was doing. of curly flipping her off after she barges in the washroom while he’s pissing. it’s his fault. he never locks the door. pictures of her mother hunched over a glass of liquor at the breakfast table. pictures of her friends. of her street. of room. of anything and everything - Angela wears her hair short even after it starts growing back after the Bryon and Mark incident. She figures it’s a “fuck you” to him every time. she also figures she likes how freeing it is to take something ugly that’s been done to you, and make it your own. - she loves oranges. orange juice. orange soda. orange popsicles. orange candies. - she’s a terrible driver, mostly because she’s an impatient person and will spend a majority of her time cussing people out, sometimes in her head, sometimes out loud if the situation is bad enough - she does fairly well in school, and on their best days, she’ll try to help curly with his homework, mostly by showing him her own. - her room is covered in pictures and posters from magazines and books. some of them are musicians and actresses she knows, others are just of things that look pleasing to her– a pretty face, a scenic view. - when she smiles, really smiles, her eyes look softer, and anyone who sees it swears she looks years younger.

Curtis house - every fanfic

Darry: hey soda... Who's that?

Soda: this is Madison. she's gonna live with us because her mother is a crack whore and her father beats her every single night because she dropped a spaghetti on the floor and she's a grease too because she wears leather and acts like she hates everything

Darry: but soda, this isn't-

Ponyboy: hey darry n soda. meet Sunset Minkylink Doodad. She's an eighteen year old girl which makes our love forbidden in the 21st century but she's carrying my baby since 14 is the perfect age to have a baby. Oh ya we got married she's living here now bye guys

wallasdinston-deactivated201706

you ever notice how dallas backwards is sallad

315traintowindrixville

what do we do with this information

marty-mcflying

eat it

the-outsiders-fangirl

That’s not a bad idea ;)

wallasdinston-deactivated201706

please go to church

what i wanna be: aesthetic

what i am: pathetic

malikasyndrome

grimtriumph

"You're too damn pretty for your own good, that's why you destroy everything you touch." I feel like that quote relates to Sylvia

Okay but i’m actually picturing someone saying this to her in an argument and Sylvia sincerely tensing up on the verge of being stunned into tears (because she thinks…what if it’s true?), but she bites it back, cuts a freezing glare and turns away before she breaks down or explodes

wallasdinston-deactivated201706

*dallas voice* jahnny

humanteethcollector

Female AU: (Dallas) Dalilah “Dali” Winston

“You get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin’ can touch you…”

more outsiders aesthetics

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