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i 💜 @bunnycade

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i <3 @boucurls

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i’m putting them in a blender

hey mala !!

hey — hey uh, hey mala !!!

you should ! you should draw purly !!! /nf

just because I don't think I've ever seen your shepards designs and and and ... i dunno they're on the brain right now 💀

maybe them both laid on the floor and having some kind of awkward conversation between passing a cigarette back and forth, just a nice little scene of the two bein' . .. awkwwaaarddd. ...

because I can't see them any other way /silly

yeah i don't know what to tell ya arcade (does anyone call u cade?) purly's like? i'm not opposed to it but i think i'd need to reread where curly occurs in the novel to really hage any thoughts. i do like the fact that pony does have friends outside of the gang at that point :P

tim and angela r interesting to me but i'm more vibin' along other people's interest in them

but ! for a fave moot, here u go (a mixture of random designs n what i could find in source materials n vibeyvibes)

broo i need to learn to draw the angles in between 3/4 1/2 and front, weeping. and draw consistent faces but that's a whole nother issue. look at little ash tray oh little

first sketch! credit where credit is sincerely due for the piercings to urs truly (u)

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hope u know this how curly pulled pony btw. in my heart.

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Curly Shepherd is Ponyboy’s “I can fix him” moment.

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The children yearn for more Ponyboy...

(The children=me)

And more Ponyboy the children shall receive

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me when that part of a&w/peppers

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curly when he gets his hands on a poem pony wrote about him but he has the poetry comprehension of a walnut

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Austin Butler & Pedro Pascal | Cannes Film Festival 2025

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A cheap red Bic, half-dead and dented, passed back and forth like some sort of inside joke. Curly always had it, except when Ponyboy did. And somehow, neither of them had ever actually asked to borrow it.

That was the game.

“You got my lighter,” Curly would mutter, not looking up from where he was leaning on a low brick wall, twirling a cigarette between his fingers.

Ponyboy would shrug, casual. “Pretty sure it’s mine now.”

Curly would scowl, snatch it back, flick it open just long enough to light up, and then toss it—hard—into Pony’s lap like a dare. And Ponyboy would laugh, just a little, like he wasn’t shaking every time Curly’s fingers brushed his.

They didn’t talk about it. They didn’t talk about a lot of things.

Not about why Pony always ended up on Curly’s side of the bleachers at track meets, waiting until most of the crowd cleared out just so they could walk home in quiet.

Not about why Curly kept showing up behind the Curtis house after dark, his breath misting in the cold, saying nothing, just waiting until Pony let him in through the window.

Not about the time Curly punched a locker so hard he split his knuckles because someone called Ponyboy a name Curly didn’t like. Pony hadn’t thanked him. Curly hadn’t wanted him to.

And they especially didn’t talk about the way their hands touched too long when one of them passed the lighter.

But one night, Ponyboy struck it before Curly could, the flame flickering just between them, and he said softly, “Why do you keep giving it back?”

Curly blinked, surprised. He tilted his head, cigarette hovering just inches from his lips. “What?”

Pony held the lighter out, like always. “If it’s yours. Why do you let me keep it?”

For a second, Curly didn’t move. His jaw clenched. Then, voice low and rough, he said, “Maybe I like knowing you’ve got it.”

Ponyboy swallowed. The flame between them was dying out, burning too long. His fingers brushed Curly’s as he finally handed it over — slow, deliberate.

Their eyes met. Close enough to kiss, but neither of them moved.

“I keep it in my jacket pocket,” Ponyboy said. “Even when I don’t smoke.”

Curly’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They didn’t kiss. Not that night. But Curly slipped the lighter into Ponyboy’s hand again before he left, silent and sure, like he always would.

And it stayed there, warm in Pony’s pocket, long after the flame went out.

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silliesss sillies sillies ^_^

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pony- boy

curly- boy

HOW DO U SHIP THEM😭😭

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if you have to change the gender of a character in a ship to make it more likeable then i FEAR you didn’t like the ship in the first place!!

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purly and brekaing bad

Curly when he's trying to hang out (flirt) with Ponyboy and Tim comes into his room and says "Curls, its your turn to set the rat traps."

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i 💛 @mariibarrra