Idc about canon heights or actors. Tim is short and Junior is tall.
Junior has a little white cat with black patches named Cow. He was so small when she found him that she carried him around in her pocket. Tim swears he hates that cat but hes lying
She is basically Teeter from Yellowstone. Like she talks and acts like her sm its uncanny
Despite them not really being friends, she did cry for Johnny and Dally after everything.
The reason she and Steve have beef is disputed by everybody. Some say they used to date, others say one owes the other money. Ponyboy thinks they just dont like each other
I want to keep Toadette because when i asked Junior what he did at Peach’s castle he said he played with Toadette and i just...they were made for each other Toadette makes him happy.
If there was a first kiss worse than Texas and Junior's, Texas was sure he wanted to hear about it.
Junior's nasally laugh was high pitched and accompanied by a series of coughs after every inhale, a trait Texas both mocked and found endearing. His nose would curl and his cheeks would turn red, but he would flop back after and act as if he was the best at taking a pull before passing it back to Texas.
With every cough, Texas would mock him, tease and chide him, his smile growing at the edges. Especially when Junior's ever-permanent grin would turn into a sneer and he would kick at him, sending a can colliding into the side of the door, Texas ducking to avoid a wave of balled yellow wrappers.
This time was different. Junior wasn't joking around as much as usual, shrugging his shoulders and nudging him with sharp elbows rather than shoving and punching and letting out that annoying laugh Texas was fond of. Every joke Texas made was taken twice as harshly.
"Quit killin' my buzz, man!" Junior exclaimed, shoving at him and pulling at the lopsided joint. Texas rolled his eyes and snatched it away from him, right out of his mouth, leaning in to take a pull and exhale into his face.
Whipping around, Junior underestimated Texas' location in direction to his own. Heads collided and hats went askew, the two teens both careening backwards to coddle the wounds they'd discovered, Texas' hands covering his forehead and Junior babying his nose.
"I'm bleed - I'm bleedin'! Texas, you fuck, why'd y'put your head there, jesus fuckin' christ!!" There was no blood, Junior always exaggerated. The wider boy shoved his shoulder.
"Hey man, ain't Texas' fault y'can't see where yer goin'!" he chided back, leaning in close with a cocky grin. Junior glared at him behind a wave of hair, lips curled downwards, and he couldn't find it in himself to lean away. Junior's breath smelled like smoke and grease, puffing at him in his anger and attempt to keep from using his nose. Maybe it was a little red, but it certainly wasn't blood.
There was an awkward silence for a while, before Junior was shoving his fingers into the back of Texas' short hair and yanking his head towards his own. The Mama's Boys' lips were chapped and rough against his own, and they clasped around his top lip, awkwardly pressing that hurt nose of Junior's against his own. He shot back, rubbing at it, and Texas sat, dumbfounded, the whole action finished the moment after it started.
Quietly feeling at his lips, Texas gave a snort and a grin, crooked. Freckled cheeks turned dark red and Junior yanked at his hat. "Sh-shut up! Why are y'lookin' at me like that, turkeybait, go on, git!"
Leaning in again, Texas connected their lips, even with Junior's braying protests. He knew little to nothing about kissing, but assumed that maybe there was something a little different about it. Beneath Junior's awkwardly poised lips, he could feel the outline of braces, solid bits of metal atop his soon-to-be perfect teeth. He slid closer, the crinkling of burger wrappers a million miles away as they fell to the floor. Junior's broad shoulders were tense and his hands were balled at his sides.
Texas wasn't much better. Awkwardly positioning his legs around the burger pile, he leaned in close, parting his lips and pinching Junior's lower between his teeth (which got a few muffled complaints, but Texas wasn't stopping). Both of their eyes open, watching each other, he was far more careful of the damaged nose from before, Texas sitting back in a hurry and pulling up a burger from between them.
He was tearing off bites and talking around them about nothing - no, anything but the kiss, as Junior sat and stared at the steering wheel.
Neither of them talked about it for a few days, until Junior caught him in the hallway and kissed him again and Texas remembered the butterflies from that first time of being pushed into the darkest portion of the hall, and kissed breathless (no matter how badly).
Although it took Junior a little bit to figure out that swapping saliva wasn't the actual intention, and to maintain his drool flow.
dear universe please assist me with tunior in this 6-days-straight work week I have to endure - friends, lend me your ears, and spam my phone, Skype, or ask box with tunior, so I may be saved from the hell that is tr holiday shopping rush thank and amen
