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Dallas Winston who has so much love in his heart that it comes out as anger and violence because he doesn’t know how else to help the people he loves

I bought the outsiders book but it's in spanish🥲😭🫩

#the outsiders #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle

Happy father's day to Darry Curtis

#the outsiders #darry curtis #fathers day

Best Darry ship

Parry

Tim x Darry

Darbit

Dallas x Darry

Voting ended onJun 27

#the outsiders #darry curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #paul holden #tim shepard

specific-dreamer

thinking about there being a tension in the curtis house that’s been building for a few days and over dinner one night grouchily pony says “jesus darrel it’s like you hate us or something” and darry, who is so completely not here here bc he’s trying not to holler or do something he’ll regret, accidentally says “god if only” in the most wistful tone that has both his brothers snapping their necks to look at him

and soda, in a low voice that sounds like it’s taking everything in him to not panic, asks “what does that mean?”

eyes widening darry forces a laugh out and a fake smile that hardly reaches his cheeks let alone his eyes. “i didn’t mean to say that”

ponyboy waits, “but you did, so.” his voice is steady in the way that only a fresh teenagers could be; ready to be angry, better yet, ready to force his actual feelings down because it’ll be easier to hit and holler than feel upset. “what the heck does that mean”

there’s no escaping. he knows this, which might be part of why darry huffs through his nose and leans back in his chair. they’re silent for a moment as darry looks around; soda’s looking down at his plate, obviously having lost his appetite. the clock says it’s 6:36 pm, a later dinner than usual but eating dinner as a family isn’t a tradition that’s supposed to go away anytime soon. ponyboy’s doing his best to stare darry down, but darry knows his baby brother well enough to know that the kid’s staring into space in an ill attempt to not feel anything.

unfortunately, he’s done the same thing too many times to be able to do it again tonight. “i’m not saying i do hate yall, i just think it’d be easier if i did.” and he probably shouldn’t add the next part, but it’s only fair to be honest. “at least that way i wouldn’t be working myself into a stupor for feeling guilty.”

“what are you guilty of?” soda asks in that same melancholy tone he’s been harboring all week.

darry doesn’t want to admit this, but he’s been having these dreams where he’s still in school and the boys aren’t anything more than an afterthought. if he’s truthful those are one of his favorite dreams because it’s the only time he ever wakes up with a smile.

but then, once he gets out the bed and starts getting ready for the day, reality sets in and he’s quickly disappointed. and then he gets those chest stabs that always come along with guilty feelings.

all because he felt disappointed. because shouldn’t he be waking up with a smile everyday since his brothers aren’t living in a foster home with random strangers? shouldn’t he be happy that he got to keep his brothers even if he had threw all his goals away? even if he did “throw it all away” he’s got them and that ought to count for something right?

“it’s not fair,” he ends. “it’d be a lot easier if i did hate yall because id be able to just walk away, guilt free. but that’s never gonna happen,” he adds. darry’s started collecting their plates before he catches sight of ponyboys quivering lip and the shininess of sodapops eyes. “because i don’t hate yall. i love you. both of you. and that ain’t never gonna change no matter how much i wish it on a bad day, hear?”

he feels that guilt creeping up again when pony gives him a look that he hasn’t seen since the kid was five years old and darry shoved him away to go play with the big kids. his eyes are all squinty and his mouth is frowned and he’s taking shallow breaths like it’s all he can do to keep from sobbing. “you promise?”

a quick glance tells him soda ain’t fairing no better. he’s got his head laid on the table, not even bothering to wipe the tears cascading down his face.

darry sighs and leaves the table to put the plates in the sink. turning the tap on he says, “you know, when you were born soda cried his eyes out.”

“really?”

“mhm. that christmas, he made me write santa asking to exchange you for a real pony.”

he can hear pony’s wet gasp and the distinct sound of someone’s chair getting kicked. “soda!”

“darrel!”

it takes everything in him not to laugh yet as he scrubs the plates. “yeah, he told mama he hated you and wasn’t gonna love you unless you became a real pony.”

“darry, you said you wouldn’t tell him-“

“it’s alright though,” he says when he turns around and sees the crestfallen look on ponyboy’s face. “cause i said the same thing when soda was born.”

“you did?” they ask at the same time.

“yeah, i followed daddy around everywhere right? and when they told me they were pregnant with soda, i said i didn’t want a brother because then i’d have to share daddy. fast forward, im holding a baby soda in my arms and i look at his tiny face and say ‘i didn’t want you’ then mama asked why and i said ‘cause i hate him!’ and you know what mama did?”

he’s never seen them both so silent and still, but they’re clearly enraptured by his story because neither make an attempt to answer. “she laughed right in my face. she laughed and she’d said ‘no you don’t. you can dislike him all you want, but sodapop is family and you don’t hate family.’ mama was right, of course. later that night daddy said he found me in the crib with soda, both of us knocked out but i had let you use my arm as a pillow.

and christmas day, pones, you spat up all over my new sweater and soda ‘bout laughed himself silly declaring he loved you and you were his new favorite.”

the plates are drying on the counter with darry takes his seat again. both the boys have shiny eyes but also have a small smile attempting to grow.

darry doesn’t mean half the shit he says when he’s feeling stuck. he’s changes his mind on things every second of every day, because this his first time being a real adult or a guardian, but the only thing he hasn’t changed his mind on is loving his brothers.

even though he wishes he were still in college, darry hasn’t for a second regretted loving them enough to give up his dreams to be their legal guardian and keep them all together.

sometimes he has to remind himself that he doesn’t regret it, and sometimes he has to remind them, but that’s alright. because at the end of the day, they’re all together. at the end of the day he’s got both his brothers and (if he takes the time to spray their perfume and cologne on their pillows) it’s almost like he’s still got his parents too

poptones0217

robense el cielo 🕊️🕊️

Sodapop knows something that Ponyboy still doesn't know and Darry forgot

#hes so teenage girl #coming of age #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis

art1stxsl4sh

Thinking about the au where Ponyboy actually drowns and dies and Darry staying up late reading the newspaper on the recliner way past dark and falling asleep and while he's dozing off he feels a pressure on him and for a split second through his lashes he can still see and feel Ponyboy laying on his lap like he used to when he was little

waikorns-blog

Dally gets a job at the DX station with Soda and Steve to stay out of trouble (or as part of probation). Working shifts together forces Dally into Soda's sunny orbit. Soda teaches Dally how to handle customers without threatening them. Lots of banter, shared cigarettes, greasy hands, and stolen moments in the back supply room when Steve is out making deliveries.

#Parry

#the outsiders #paul holden #darrel curtis #parry the outsiders #parry

The Outsiders as My Little Pony

Darry: Princess Celestia

Soda: Pinkie Pie

Pony: Twilight Sparkle

Johnny: Fluttershy

Steve: Rarity

Dallas: Applejack

TwoBit: Rainbow Dash

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews #my little pony

smokedsquare

thinking about stevepop.

steve is all angles and muscles. he is rough around the edges and angry to his core. it shows in his appearance and even his clothes. his hair is locked in place with grease. a sharp, strong nose, angular eyebrows, a mouth that’s most often scowling. denim on denim; he’s encased in the tough fabric.

soda is different. he wear his heart on his sleeve, unafraid to laugh or cry or yell. he feels everything so intently. his face is always crinkled in some kind of emotion, whether he’s grinning with excitement or thinking hard, with his eyebrows furrowed. he’s been called soft his whole life, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling. from living. his movie-star features are softer and more delicate, and the flannels he loves are always soft and warm.

soda is labeled a bawl-baby, a pretty boy.

steve can’t remember the last time he cried, and nobody has ever called him pretty.

steve is afraid of hurting soda with all of his sharp edges, afraid of crushing him under the weight of his anger.

but soda is more than his softness, and he knows steve is more than his anger, too.

he is determined to show steve that it’s okay. it’s okay to be tough; the world hasn’t been kind to him, but soda will be. it’s okay to let people in. it’s okay to sit with your emotions— all of them.

soda kisses the bumpy, broken bridge of steve’s nose and calls him pretty and wears his jean jacket and steve can almost feel himself melting.

Song lyrics that reminds me of Ponyboy.