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Dally

theoutsidersfeels

This is legit one of my least favorite parts- if I even have one- of the entire Outsiders movie because it truly potrays how Dally, even if he did little to show it, really did care for Sylvia. But the thing was he said "It's cool," as if this situation happened NORMALLY. As if he would just go to the slammer and come out to see Sylvia, his broad, under some other hoods arm. This happened OFTEN. He was USED to it by now.

Darry Imagine

"Darry I really don't think it's that big of a deal who Pony hangs out with," you retort to your boyfriend who's being overly protective of his younger brother. Being twenty, you were practically the one who was in charge of everything at the Curtis household. Soda would waltz around being silly and careless, as he is, Pony would be so out of it all the time with his nose constantly in a book and because of this Darry would always be hollering at him. And that was only when the boys weren't there, when they were you were in charge of making sure they didn't break anything or any bones either. At the moment Darry was hollering and shouting at Ponyboy because of his apparent poor choice in friends. "No y/n he's a kid, he doesn't know the first thing of choosing friends!" You thought that Pony was old enough to choose his friends at least semi wisely. You had to admit his new friends weren't the best of choices but there were definitely worse choices out there. "They're not that bad!" I argued against him, grossing my arms across my chest. We continued to throw comebacks at each other until I came up with such a good reason. "Why is it okay for him to hang out with the gang, guys who steal cars and smoke and do drugs and drop outs when it's not okay for him to hang with kids who barely do any of that. And they're still in high school." You knew that the drop out subject was touchy for everyone in the gang but it had slipped and at this point you were beyond furious to care. "That's not fair, Y/N," he exclaimed to you as you uncross your arms. Words spilled from your mouth as you asked for a reason to why not. "You know the gang is the only thing that they have left," he informed you as if you've never even known a thing about it. "It sure is fair," you fought back. You usually would rather be happy than right but you needed to stick up for Pony. You continued to argue back and forth until he finally decided to reluctantly agreed. A while later after Ponyboy went out with his now somewhat approved friends Darry wrapped his arms around your waist as you were cooking dinner in silence. He mumbled some sort of apology that you couldn't hear once he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "What was that?" You say loudly, teasing him. He lifted his head from your neck and placed his chin on your shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered as you stirred the spaghetti. You apologize right back as he pecked your cheek. And it was all okay again.

wearethefourthwave

"THIS PICTURE WILL NOT CHANGE THE WORLD, BUT I STILL NEED FEMINISM AND I’M GOING TO REALLY, REALLY TELL YOU WHY":

-Because I got called a whore for wearing a short plaid skirt when I was 10

-and because when Nujood Ali from Yemen was 10 she got divorced

-Because black girls’ names became my classmates’ favorite “joke” when I was 11

-and because when an 11-year-old girl in Texas was raped by 18 men the New York Times wrote of how the girl “dressed older than her age”

-Because I started counting calories when I was 14

-and because when Malala Yousafzai was 14 she was shot in the head for trying to go to school

-Because I heard a boy greet a girl with “hey slut” today at age 16 -and because when a 16-year-old girl in Steubenville, Ohio was filmed being raped by two boys at a party while unconscious the CNN reporters talked about how tragic it was because the rapists had such bright futures as athletes

-Because I will have to watch my drink at all bars and parties when I am 22

-and because when CeCe McDonald was 22 she was sentenced to 41 months in prison for defending herself against a man who screamed transphobic, racist insults at her and then slashed her face with a bottle

-Because no matter what age I am the biggest threat to men will still be heart disease, and the biggest threat to women will still be men.

-Because it is not just about me, because it is not just about anger, because it is not just a JOKE, because it is not just about “hating men,” because it is not just about girls with vaginas, because it is not just about ending “slut”, because it is not just about white straight girls in Rookie magazine, because it is not just about writing on backs, because it is not just about the fact that gay men are “fags” but lesbians are “hot,” because it is not just about pictures of thin white girls being the only google image results for the search phrase “beautiful women”, because it is not just about writing signs, because it is not just about what she was wearing or how many times she said yes before she changed her answer to no, because misogyny is not just about one thing and feminism is not just about one thing and it is not just “a trend” and it will not “happen” in just one way.

-And because yes. It is about equality for EVERYONE, but first and foremost it needs to be about equality for girls, because they are not treated equally to men, in every single sense, and you are not going to take feminism away from me and call me bossy/hostile/aggressive and make this about yourself or make it into a joke, because truth be told, I’m not joking and I’m tired of explaining. If you want to call yourself a feminist, you work hard to spread feminism, you do not turn this into a contest of whose struggle is greater and constantly demand to know what you can get out of feminism personally. Feminism is not just about you, or me, it is about everyone. If you’re male and you’re tired of men being stereotyped as hyper-masculine, soulless, sexist, inherent leader-tyrant creatures, then go out and prove the patriarchy wrong and fight for girls, like someone with a soul who believes in equality would. Then, yes, feminism will be about everyone.

-Sylvie (an amazing grrrl godess) Photo taken by Caroline http://c-h-0-w.tumblr.com/

mossluvr

i feel the strong urge to print this out and hand out copies to everyone i meet to spread the word on feminism and rape culture bc i couldnt word it this well without becoming overly angry and giving up

eemilyaaron

This is v important

ivvlo-blog

Everyone should read this

theoutsidersfeels

Read. Re read. Re re re re re re read

trekupmysleeve

DO YOU EVER FANTASIZE ABOUT HUGGING SOMEONE FAMOUS

NO SEX THOUGHTS, NO AUTOGRAPHS OR PHOTOS

JUST A BIG, GENUINE HUG THAT LASTS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF TIME AND COMPLETES YOUR LIFE

DO YOU

he literally is so beautiful, everyone needs some young matt dillon in their feed

#matt dillon #Dallas Winston #The Outsiders #Johnny Cade #Ponyboy Curtis #Sodapop Curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews

Ponyboy Christmas Imagine

*sorry this one is a little short but merry christmas!*

It was yours and Pony's first Christmas together and you were determined to decorate the Curtis house. You know that they didn't very often decorate and you had lots of decorations at your house. You spent most of your time at their house so it was practically yours. You had several boxes stacked up in your arms since you were walking from your house to Pony's. You didn't live that far, only a few blocks so you were fine with walking. You were greeted by a large bear hug from Soda. He swooped you up in his arms and spun you around, causing you to almost drop the fragile boxes. You scolded him and he laughed an apology, helping you bring the boxes inside.

"Y/N's here!" he shouted as he opened the door with his knee, setting the box on their couch. You can hear loud stumbling from above as Pony's voice shouts down the stairs.

You can hear the footsteps near the top of the stairs, "Is she really here?" he yells loudly. Sodapop shouts a reply and you can just see Ponyboy frantically throwing things around upstairs. "But I'm naked!" Both you and Soda stifle a laugh as he peeks around the corner. Darry comes out from the kitchen holding a chocolate covered whisk and shouts at them for shouting. At this point the only thing you can do is bend over in laughter.

"What's in the box?" Darry asks while he grabs the bowl and continues to whisk the mix together. He gestures to the many boxes that are scattered on the couch and floor. You explain to him that you brought decorations from your house to decorate their home. "And a tree maybe?" You tell him that Two-Bit volunteered to get the tree and help set it up. As if on cue Two comes waltzing in dragging a green tree along. It was only a little bit taller than you, and by that it means it's at least half a foot over your head. Darry sets the bowl in your hand as he walks past you and helps Two-Bit lug the tree into their home. After setting up the tree which barely took any time Pony comes bouncing down the stairs and basically attacks you, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that you could barely breathe.

Once the whole house is decorated Darry's back in the kitchen, all the boys are lounging in the living room admiring the decorations and you and Pony are on their front porch. You sat on the railing, with your back to the rest of the neighborhood, facing the house. Pony stood in front of you, his hands on either side of you. He leaned in for a kiss but just to tease him you move to the side.

"Where's the mistletoe?" you ask in a giggle, still to the side so he wouldn't kiss you. He gives a shy smile and holds it above your head, leaning in. You don't refuse his kiss this time and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Merry Christmas Y/N," he mumbles into the kiss and you pull away so he can say the next three words, "I love you."

"I love you too,"

#merry christmas ponyboy curtis the outsiders ponyboy imagines

zoom into his wrist just below the wristband, even though it's partially covered by the sheets you can see cuts

#dallas winston #the outsiders #mY BBY

chERREH HoW cAn i kNo iF ThT's dUh sAme HaIR oN yeR EyeBruWs

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

Dallas Winston Imagine

"Dallas Winston, what am I gonna do with you?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, tapping my toes on the hardwood floor. This was at least the fifth time he's come to my house bloody, this month. And it was only the twelfth. I couldn't stand his ego, his constant need to be tough that he would get in a bloody fist fight what seemed like every single day. He didn't reply, just shrugged. "Get in here," I finally caved in and moved aside so he could get in. He immediately just walked up my stairs and to the bathroom, knowing I would meet him there. It was like a routine for me.

I'd come home and make some food. Try to finish all of my homework, I usually did finish all of it. I would finally relax for a little before he was at my door, covered in bruises but I knew whoever he had gotten in a quarrel with got the worse of it. He'd go upstairs and to the bathroom and just sit on the counter and wait for me.

I started up the stairs, walking straight into the bathroom to see him on the counter already, looking around at the things I had. He was always a sweetheart to me though, only in private. He was still tough as ever, just a little bit softer around me. "Shirt, up." I demanded as I whipped the first aid kit out of the cabinet. At this rate I would have to get a whole new one before the month was over.

"Moving a little fast huh?" he winked, a smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes and giggled at him, pecking his lips. He listened to me anyways, peeling off his once clean shirt that was now blood stained. I admired his abs but my eyes were focused on the little bruises and blood he had.

I started to take care of him, wiping away the blood and putting alcohol on it so there were no infections. "What happened this time?" I asked, wiping away at the blood. I listened to him explain about how someone kept doing something that sure did annoy him, and then he said something and I'm assuming he said something so offensive, knowing Dally, and they got in a fight. I couldn't help but groan at him, shaking my head. I squeezed some more antibacterial alcohol on the rag and pressed it where the blood was coming out.

Several curse words fell from his lips from the sting. "Shit," he winced, clenching his jaw. I slapped his hand away as he reached his hold his wound. I told him to deal with it and kept cleaning his injuries. As I neared his face I saw that he was dead to the world, deep in his thoughts. He was so cute when he focused. His eyebrows were furrowed and his bottom lip was between his top and bottom teeth, getting chewed on. I placed my arms on his shoulders and pecked his lips again.

"You need to stop getting in fights, Dal," I was barely above a whisper. I was scared obviously, but not of him. No I could never be truly afraid of Dally, he just never rubbed me off that way where I had to be so scared of him. I trusted him with myself, but not with himself. "You just keep getting hurt and what if- no never mind." I couldn't bring myself to say it, I barely even wanted to think about it. I blocked it out, I couldn't bare to think about Dallas dead.

His firm grip on my shoulders made me flinch. My eyes were tightly shut, my fists were clenched together. "Don't worry about me," he whispered, pulling me into his grip. "i'll be okay,"

#dallas winston #dear lord #why #dallas winston imagines #the outsiders #the outsiders imagines

whaT AM I DOING TO MYSELF

deAR LORD

Dallas Winston, how do you do it?

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