Something Something Idk How To Draw Tim Something Something Pick The One That Looks Better Plssss

should I post my Barbara and Stephanie drawings??? Idk I might lolsies - probably will

One, two, three…… test!

It’s not working!-

It’s recording Curly!

aw shit yer right!

The video cuts out for a minute, shuffling and sighing, followed by almost laughter and snickering by the two boys.

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Hello! I’m Curly Shepard!- He looks to the side. Im Ponyboy Curtis. He spits out anxiously, eyes flickering to the side, joining Curly. They both pause for a second. Ponyboy shoves his hands in his Jean pockets.

We’re residents of “Tulsa psychiatric clinic” Curly mocks. Cringing at the name. Ponyboy rolls his eyes. Yer uh… able to send us letters, we write back, the nurses said that this is supposed to teach us to “intergrade into society” again or somethin’. Ponyboy tapped his foot anxiously, standing awkwardly for a minute until the camera shit off, Curly let out an anxious blabber right as it shut off, the video ended. A picture of the mailing address popped up.

Dog Whistle is an au fanfic I’m writing, main character include Ponyboy and Curly (not featured romantically, this fic has NO SHIPS.

Dog Whistle is a WIP fanfic heavily inspired by girl, interrupted, heavy on the idea on the concepts of mental illness in both character and experiencing getting sent to a mental hospital in the 1960s.

!Dog Whistle is a fanwork of both The Outsiders and That was then, This is now by S.E Hinton. Main characters belong to her!

Send asks! Question! Chat! Can be anon off anon, idrc, even as a character in Dog Whistle!everything will be in character. @mr-freakyboy-curtis is my main, please go search for #Dog Whistle on my main, for au content if you are interested.

Please read dog whistle on a03 as well🙏 (GR3ASE_G0T_H0LD)

Enjoy!

Curly, Tim, and Angela are Hispanic simply bc I’m Hispanic and I find them neat

carpe diem but if I do one thing outside my comfort zone I WILL cry

Please do not send me asks for donations

Here's why:

I have NO money to give you

I'm not a popular enough blog that I will give you any reach

I am a minor, and most of my followers are too

It makes me feel extremely guilty

Seeing pictures of injuries or hospitals etc are triggering for me (which are in most intro posts for this sort of thing)

They are always worded in a way that makes me feel like I am a murderer if I don't donate

It makes me feel uncomfortable

I said I don't want them, and my boundaries should be respected

I can't tell what is a bot and what isn't

I get a lot of spam from this. It is disappointing to see 10 new asks in my inbox just to be the same ask for donations over and over

Please, just respect the fact that I have said this.

Edit: To all the people reblogging this, I'm sorry you have had to deal with this too. And yes, you can put this in your pinned post! Stay safe <3

steve randle died on a tuesday, his father’s fist red with his blood. he died in a house he never belonged in, with a man he wished he could hate.

sodapop curtis cried for the whole tuesday, wednesday. then on thursday he was silent, friday he punched darry in the chest over and over to stop the aching in his lungs. saturday he screamed and threw all the plates in the cupboard on the floor, sunday he hugged ponyboy so tight he couldn’t breathe.

it was like life pressed fast forward, until the day of the funeral. on the day of the funeral sodapop curtis drank half a bottle of vodka and chugged as many beers as he could before he threw up. on the day of the funeral he bought as much candy as he could with the pitiful amount he had in his wallet and ate until his sugar crash finally hit. anything to stop that pain in his bones that dragged throughout his body on repeat.

at the funeral he sobbed, fixing steve’s hair the way he would’ve wanted, slipping a dime into his pocket and placing his hand over his heart. he still had a black eye and a busted up lip from his dad, but that’s what made it all the more real.

steve randle died on a tuesday in june, his car sat out in the lot until a thursday in december. it was wrecked by then, mouldy and missing parts- stolen by thieves and starving children. the classic story of the east side.

he died on a tuesday morning and was found dead in the afternoon, bled out over the carpet. staining it for life, the thick smell of pennies filling the air for the rest of eternity.

MOOOOOM DALLY GOT ARRESTED AGAIN

have like five things due tomorrow for school but like, sleep breakfast and dinner ain’t that important for em I’ll just to those projects during school then I’ll wake up at 4:47 am bc I wanna 👍👍👍 mhm great schedule and definitely haven’t missed 63 classes this school year bc I had so many panic attacks 🫶

y’all cooking fr

Vietnam au but Ponyboy moved into an apartment with Cathy when he was 19, while Soda was off at war (Steve too), but the entire plot of the fanfic is scences of Soda and Steve writing letters or Ponyboy falling in a deep depression since everything seems to have gone to shit. Even if he’d gotten his shit togther and had a job he enjoyed, a writer. He was making decent money for it too, and Cathy, trying to enjoy her marriage while the world seemed to erupt into even a little bit, but still chaos, dancing with her husband couldn’t dance away the pain from it.

Anyways it didn’t end well…😼😼✊✊

Sorry if this is stupid idk I’m #1 self appointed Cathyboy truther

im gonna eat you /positive

turning you into posole as we SPEAK!!!

Steve is still a hater

Steve: *pulls out of the driveway*

*the car bounces*

Steve: speedbump!

Soda:

Soda: THAT WAS PONYBOY!