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WAHH THIS IS SO GOOD WHATTTT

we got the terrorizing Shepard anon revealed.. And Lolly's true design,,, finally drew her again but with the Canon design! (the first image is the old one, idk what happened to it..)

I LOVE THE WQY U DRAW, PERSON WHO LOVES HURTING THE SHEPARDS!!! I ADORE IT!!!!!!!!!!

LOLLY my DARLIN. APUGH. I love EVERY DESIGN FOR HER. they're EVERYTHIN to me AGH!! startin a collection. my BABIES. my KIDS. HER HAIR N HER LIL SHOES AOUGHHH SHES SO CUTE

Couldn’t get this idea out of my mind omg

steve who had a fuckass buzz cut and soda who had some jank bowl cut a when they were little is so funny. you know neither of them will bring it up because that had to be the worst haircut of both their lives

how are you doing so far with the book 😋

crying sobbing depressed and oh my god they’re such little haters fr like every two pages he yaps about how they all hate Himmlestone (I think that’s his name idk how to spell it 😭😭)

Ponyboy who’s not a Mamas boy.

Who’s not a Daddy’s boy.

Who’s Darry boy.

Who’s Soda’s boy.

Who’s Steve’s boy.

Who’s Two-bits boy.

Who was Dally’s boy.

Who was Johnny’s boy.

Who would always be Darry’s baby, ticking him awake, spinning him around after track, nearly crying.

Who was Soda’s Pony, the horse he always wanted, slipping him a Pepsi at the Dx, cuddling, crying with him, lying beside him

Who was Steve’s ‘Shithead’, joking around with him, running over to save him when he was jumped.

Who was Two-bit’s kiddo, making sure he’s not sick, putting a smile on his face, who used to tell his mama he didn’t need a baby brother ‘cus he already had one.

Who was Dally’s ‘man’, fighting in a way for him, hanging out with him, trying to keep himsafe.

Who was Johnny’s Pone, confiding in him, listening, always there for him.

And Ponyboy who with all of this still, doesn’t t fit in. Wasn’t quite right, would never be. He’s different.

Who hates that so much. Who couldn’t quite articulate how to fix it.

Who couldn’t fix it.

Who thought maybe killing hismelf would fix it, post book.

It didn’t work. Walking out bloodied right into the living room. Numb. Dull. He hadn’t expected Steve to care so much. He hated him.

He refused to leave him alone though. Pony didn’t even feel alive right now. He’s just repeated the same phrase to every question, “I’m ok.”

Even if it was a complete different question.

Why couldn’t he fuck off and go back to the Dx?? He wanted to be alone. Soda was waiting, it was only his lunch break.

He didn’t understand why he’d refused to leave him alone. Refused to even leave him alone in a room by himself. Much less the house.

Who pleaded he wasn’t a baby anymore.

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REALLLLLLL

Harvey by Alex G= The Curtis brothers

I love drawing characters based off of tropes I hate

The Curtis brothers! They didn’t exactly turn out how I wanted it too but wtv (thinking of drawing the rest of the gang)

Ok but, Ponyboy with freckles, all over his back and stomach and arms, and HATES THEM, and Sodapop, who adored them, they remind him of Mrs Curtis, not just that, just, the thinks their so awesome. Playing connect the dots with them on his finger.

I bring this up one, just cus’ why not, I’ve been thinking about it in general, but to another post I made a while ago that I will link here if I can find it, of Ponyboy OD on asprins, by accident.

The night at home, was spend after, Ponyboy exhausted, in so much pain, half asleep and drugged up, Soda tracing his freckles; talking about how much he hated them while Soda said how cool he thought they where.

“…They ain’t tuff.”

“They’re the tuffest thing in the world! Are ya’ kidding me honey! I wish I had ‘em!”

“…no they’re ugly…”

“Liarrrrrr……”

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actually u guys neil never died and he grew up to be the no.1 fan of radiohead and the smiths

this is what i meant by saying you got somethin comin...

ime hate both of them

flipping stupid

i have to make the rest of the gange.......😰😰😥😥😢😰😭😭😰😭😰😢🥺🥺🥺😥

Im gonna pretend like i dont have an entire gacha life outsider yt channel

Guys please talk about Palestinian prisoners’ day. It feels like everyone has gone full mask off and just stopped bringing attention to this entirely - but a lot of detainees you advocated for one year ago are still detained today. Still facing the same conditions of squalor & torture & being indefinitely separated from their loved ones. The stats on Palestinian detainees are still as bad as they’ve ever been. Please talk about it

Generally an artistic person

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The Shepard siblings! Thinking of drawing the Curtis’s next

the urge to completely change my artstyle (I can’t draw Sodapop and Steve in my current style 😭😭)

chat Kat is my favorite character PLEASE TELL ME HE DOESNT DIE

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!!!

my dad just lent me his copy of All Quiet On The Western Front- can’t wait to be absolutely devastated by the book

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

Idek

Idk, drawings of Pony and Darry from their yearbooks when they graduated??? Didn’t draw soda bc he did graduate (I lost motivation)

Idk I felt like drawing smth related to Dead Poets Society

East End Boys, West End Girls

aka more Marcia x Two-Bit :))

ugh I needa draw them more lol. Tbh they’re lowkey what dragged me into this fandom months ago- I found the fandom because I liked them in the book and needed to see if anyone else did too and it was all downhill from there

also do y’all like the color palette here? I didn’t wanna do my usual grayscale stuff, but I wasn’t in the mood to color properly either, so I tried this ig??

(I’ll put the grayscale version under the cut tho anyhow if y’all prefer that)

“natures first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. her early leaf’s a flower; but only so an hour. then leaf subsides to leaf. so eden sank to grief. so dawn goes down to day. nothing gold can stay.”

more marbit

I just think they’re neat

I’m workin on a fic about Two-Bit, so they’re on my mind again lol Alt version + ref:

Me when Outsiders The Musical lol

A little break from requests - Thank you guys for all of them! There's so many I need more time to draw them as many as I can hahah

Anyways, I absolutely love this cast so if any of you can, you should definetly go see it!!

Darry had put each of the gang on cooking duty once a week to 'put your freeloading ass to use'. Johnny would be put on cooking duty every Wednesday, but he's absolute shit at it, and no one has the heart to tell him it sucks ass

Johhny: "I made chicken and bean casserole. I hope you like it"

Pony: "Oh thanks Johnny..it looks so..good?"

Soda: "Yeah Johnny! I like the crunch"

Johnny: "Crunch? There's nothing crunchy in it"

Steve: "It's..um..Sweet? Why is it sweet?"

Dally: "Sweet? Mine tastes salty as hell"

Darry: "uh Johnny, we dont have chicken in the fridge. Or beans"

Johnny: "Well shoot, then what did I put in there?"

Two-bit, spitting something out: "is that a tooth..?"

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.