May 18, 2025
“kevin’s muscles”
feat disapproving jason, and of course…kevin
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“kevin’s muscles”
feat disapproving jason, and of course…kevin
Guidelines // NSFW Prompts // Pinned Post
Each day has 2 prompts to choose from, where you can draw, write, craft, edit, make a playlist, etc! Descriptions of the prompts are listed below for inspiration, but feel free to interpret them in your own way.
SFW PROMPTS
Day 1: Rivalry, Road Trip
Day 2: Fav Ship, Fav Alter Ego
Day 3: Mafia, Rom-com
Day 4: Flowers, Dream
Day 5: Genderbend, Horror
Day 6: Death, (Re)Birthday
Day 7: Free Day
Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.
11/14 stagedoor pics plus this photo of the Jacobs looking gorgeous 🥹
Guidelines // NSFW Prompts // Pinned Post
Kyle Week 2025 is a character appreciation event that will run from May 20th - May 26th. Each day has two prompts to choose from, of which you can do anything: write, draw, edit, make a playlist, whatever you like!
SFW PROMPTS
Day 1: Kisses, Friendship
Day 2: Quiet Night In, Outing
Day 3: Formal Wear, Career
Day 4: Seasons, Bar Mitzvah
Day 5: Hobbies, Trouble
Day 6: Free Day, Rewind
Day 7: Celebration, Carnival
Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.
OUTSIDERS MUSICAL COSTUME REFERENCE: Soc Boys (General)
[costume masterpost here]
Bob Sheldon is/has been portrayed by: Kevin William Paul, Barton Cowperthwaite, RJ Higton, Cole Zieser, and John Patrick Collins Paul Holden is/has been portrayed by: Dan Berry, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Kevin Csolak, Ryo Kamibayashi, John Patrick Collins, Cole Zieser, RJ Higton, and Davis Wayne Ensemble Soc boys are/have been portrayed by: RJ Higton, Barton Cowperthwaite, Sean Harrison Jones, Kevin Csolak, Cole Zieser, Davis Wayne, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Henry Julián Gendron, Ryo Kamibayashi, Cameron Burke, Matthew Varvar, and Devin Tyler Hatch
Letterman Jackets
ALL SOC BOYS have a letterman jacket that they wear during the first act/during the drive-in scene
Class Rings
ALL SOC BOYS wear a class ring (gold metal with large green stone)
Sneakers
ALL SOC BOYS have one pair of white sneakers that they wear in every Soc boy track they cover.
White Converse (KWP, Dan, Barton, Henry, Cameron, Matthew, RJ, Davis, & Cole, pictured respectively below)
Sean, Kevin, JPC, & Devin wear these:
Ryo wears these:
I do not have photos of the shoes worn by: Victor
Socks
Generally, the Soc boys seem to wear socks that match the color of their shirt/their general color scheme. The following photos are of KWP Bob (purple), RJ Chet (yellow), Barton Brill (green), & Ryo Chet/Brill/Trip (white with orange and blue stripes) respectively:
do not have a photo but Henry wears mint green/light teal socks
Patterns
Below are references for the patterns on most of the Soc boys’ shirts:
Bob: Short-sleeved lavender button-up shirt with square pointillism-type pattern in the fabric itself
Paul: plain yellow v-neck sweater worn over white turtleneck shirt
RJ/Davis: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with brown, yellow and white plaid pattern on a dark orange-red background
Barton/Devin: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with striped pattern in different shades of green
Sean/Kevin/Cole: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with blue, pink, and white plaid pattern on a blue background
Henry/Matthew: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with wide stripes in light grey, white, and mint green
Victor: wide-striped sweater in light blue, light grey, and white over blue turtleneck
Ryo: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with white stripe pattern on orange background
Cameron: Short-sleeved button-up shirt in yellow, white, turquoise, and dark blue plaid pattern
Matthew (only when Henry is on as a Soc boy): Short-sleeved button-up shirt with red and blue plaid pattern
MORE COSTUME-SPECIFIC INFORMATION CAN BE FOUND IN MY INDIVIDUAL COSTUME POSTS
kwp appreciation post because i miss my pookie and desperately need to reunite with him at the stagedoor
The actors are so talented like at the end scene Brent was crying and then two minutes later was talking completely fine. Which is something my sensitive ass could never do. All of the actors and incredibly talented, this was just one example that I remember most.
Can you do a Bob x reader(Cherry and Bob never dated and Bob does die, please) where they go to the drive in and all the other Socs boys act like the reader is their mother and goes to her if something is wrong.
Author's Note: no cause why is this so cute
Mom of the Group
Robert 'Bob' Sheldon x reader
They called you “Saint” sometimes.
Not because you were perfect, or because you didn’t swear when Chet spilled a milkshake in your car again, but because you were the only person in that whole golden-haired group who actually paid attention to them.
Even Bob.
Especially Bob.
Friday night at the drive-in was ritual. Your car parked sideways along the gravel so they could all sit on the hood and joke too loud, pass popcorn, complain about how “nothing good ever plays anymore.” Bob had his arm slung around your shoulders, not possessive, just comfortable, like it was meant to be there.
You’d been his girl for a while now. The only girl who didn’t fall at his feet, which probably explained why he looked at you like you were the moon and every ocean tide it could pull.
“Saint,”Trip groaned, flopping onto the passenger side door beside you. “Brill tried to jump the fence and tore his shirt. Do you know how much that shirt cost?”
“Probably less than his brain cells,” you muttered, already digging through the glove box for a mini sewing kit you kept just for this reason.
Bob smirked as Trip pouted. “She’s gonna fix it, isn't she?”
“Duh,” Chet huffed, holding the torn shirt out like a broken toy. “She always does.”
“Y/N, this kid’s not even your problem,” Bob murmured in your ear, voice low and warm.
You just shrugged, threading the needle. “You’re all my problem.”
A few of the others wandered up next, like moths to a flame. Brillwith a scraped knee. Chetasking if you had Advil. Paul flinching when you threatened to yell at them all if they didn’t stop throwing popcorn at passing cars.
Bob watched the whole thing with something soft in his eyes. He pretended to be annoyed, but you could feel the way he leaned into your touch, how he let your hand brush against his knuckles when you passed him the popcorn tub.
“Why do you do it?” he asked quietly when the others finally wandered off to flirt with some girls and their own.
“Do what?”
“Take care of us.” He didn’t say me, but he didn’t have to.
You paused, searching his face. He looked tired tonight. Not in the sleepy way — but in that worn, aching way Bob sometimes did when the drinks caught up with him and the charm cracked at the edges.
“Because someone should,” you answered softly. “Even trouble deserves someone who cares.”
He looked down. Said nothing. But his fingers found yours, twined them slow and steady.
And you knew that under all the swagger and smoke and recklessness, Bob Sheldon was just a boy who never really figured out how to be loved the right way.
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You’d never forget that night.
The last time you saw him alive.
When they told you what happened — how he died with anger in his chest and blood in his lungs — you didn’t cry right away.
You sat in your car. In the same spot. Drive-in screen flickering, untouched popcorn in the passenger seat.
You thought about how he always passed it to you first. How he’d rest his chin on your shoulder when the movie got boring. How he never told you, not in words, but he showed you — every single time — that he’d started to believe he was worth something, because you believed it first.
They called you “Saint.”
You didn’t feel like one now.
But for Bob?
You were the closest thing to heaven he ever had.
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Author's Note: dead bob dead bobbbbbb