#S.e. hinton

[bnmxfld]

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

S.E. Hinton / The Outsiders

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The sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren’t so different. We saw the same sunset.

S.E. Hinton; The Outsiders

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[thesillierant]

we can't keep forgetting that the curtis bros used to have a dog!! ive never seen anyone mention it and we really should because dogs are cool and because what happened to the dog??

it should be talked about and explored more

[squieezie]

the outsiders book is the best form of outsiders media fight me on this i will win

[dizzycycl0ne]

“darry curtis should have been at the club!” “darry curtis should have been at the club!” HE WAS‼️‼️

[steifel]

The vibe im trying to bring to the function VS the vibe i actually bring to the function

[vtcyv]

Do we think Darry Curtis is a light sleeper or heavy sleeper? Bc i can see both???

I feel like he'd be a heavy sleeper for most of his life, but after all the events that take place, I'm thinking he's a rather light sleeper bc he's anxious he'll miss something (like Ponyboy's nightmares or smth)

[lucyandlucy]

No because S.E. starting writing the Outsiders when she was my age. MY AGE. She wrote a book that made her career, made her famous, and made a lot of money, at my age. And what am I doing? Watching tv and making HCs about the book she wrote.

Honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way

[garbage-creature]

Doodle based on my favorite S.E Hinton tweet

[ccorinthians]

chat can i request older brother!dallas where reader got into a fight at school or something and the principal calls dallas to pick them up bc he’s the emergency contact they put down

୭ৎ . knuckles & patches: your older brother, dallas

you were already outside the school when dallas pulled up, sitting on the curb like you hadn’t just tried to take someone’s head off two hours ago. your knuckles were bruised, blood crusted in a line down your cheek, shirt stretched out like someone’d grabbed it hard.

and most of all, an angry heart.

he didn’t say anything at first. just slammed the car door, slow and heavy, like it weighed a thousand pounds.

all you could hear were his heavy boots against the pavement with each step he took. he trudged forward, no noise escaping his mouth.

you didn’t look up.

he stood there a second, jaw clenched and voice raised.

“nasty bruises.. nasty fuckin’ attitude of yours too, man.”

a pause, then, “the hell happened to you?”

you didn’t answer. not right away. couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“got a call from your damn principal,” he muttered, pacing a slow line in front of the porch. “said my kid sister went full lunatic in the schoolyard. said she laid into some girl like she was in a street brawl. you outta your mind?”

he stepped up onto the porch, slow. lowered himself onto the step beside you.

“hey, did you break her nose?” he asked, finger pointed at you.

“think so.”

he nodded, once—like that was a valid reason to stop being mad. maybe to him, it was.

“ain’t mad you fought,” he said after a bit. “just mad you had to.”

you blinked hard, lookin’ down at your scabbed hands.

he nudged your shoulder with his own. “next time someone runs their mouth, let me handle it.”

“you’d get arrested.”

he grinned, lopsided and mean. such a contrast to how he'd been yelling a couple seconds ago. “yeah, but it ain’t the worst place i’ve been to.”

you laughed, a little. more like a puff of air, but it counted.

he bumped you, staring directly at your busted hands and, well, your face. “gotta patch that up. lookin’ like you lost..”

he sucked in his teeth before starting again. “c’mon. i’ll clean you up. then we’ll get dinner. someplace with pie or somethin’ like that.. you like pie, don’t ya?”

“not cherry.”

“good cause i ain’t gettin’ cherry.”

you stood up together, and he held the car door open for you like it was instinct. didn’t say anything about your limp. just waited.

you followed. and just as you entered, you caught glimpse of a fresh pack of bandaids on the dashboard.

© ccorinthians | don’t plagiarize, copy or translate any of my works

[thoughtkick]

For a tough kid I had a bad habit of getting attached to people.

S.E. Hinton

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" i wish i was a kid again, when i had all the answers — the outsiders ; ( 1983 )

collage of a couple outsiders (cast) pictures i don't see often. 🫶 not mine!! all found on pinterest.

[ysrjune]

Could u please do a dallas x childhood bsf/first gf where she moves to tulsa, totally clueless to the fact that thats where dallas ran off to. And at the end they get back toghether n some smut maybe?? :) Oh n btw they were each others first kiss n allat, until dallas turned hood.

[ “I WAS ONLY 17 WHEN WE FIRST TRIED THINGS #📍

#🕶 WHEN SHE FIRST MADE ME FEEL LIKE A MAN ” ]

[ I lowkey forgot like half of dallys lore, sorry that I got a few things wrong (I think) im deadass too lazy to get my book out and read it to get my stuff right rn </3. I didn’t add smut cause I haven’t been feeling it lately, sorry anon 😞 hope its still good enough though! + I dont really like this I rushed it cause I had it in my drafts 4 so long.. ]

ENJOY ! ♡

Dallas Winston, your first boyfriend.. sort of. You two had been really close ever since you met when you were 10. By age eleven, he was your first kiss. Dallas was such a flirt, and you couldn’t resist when he asked for a kiss after a long day of hanging out. For the next two years, the both of you were seen everywhere together when he wasn’t getting into trouble. Regular trouble. Before he became a hooligan. Talking back to his parents, Bad grades, Pulling pranks.. that kind of stuff.

One day, he just dissappeared. You were looking around for him in the places he'd usually be in, but nothing. You even worked up the courage to go and ask his buddies if they had seen him. The older boys were tough and mean looking, but they were decent in attitude with the ladies. "Naw. he didn't tell ya?" One of them with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a scar next to one of them asks you. "Police are after him. He fleed last night, little lady." The boy brings a cigarette to his mouth.

"That's rough," a boy you were familiar with, named James chuckles. "Dally, just up and left without telling his girl. What a shame." He shakes his head. That was the last time you ever heard of Dallas.

You had forgotten about it quick. Well, not forget.. but never thought about it again unless someone would bring up stuff like "who was your first kiss?" or "have you ever had a boyfriend?" answering those questions didn't hurt, either. Dallas wasn't even a real boyfriend. He was just a friend. Not even a great one, either. He was just a funny guy who kept you company.

"Forgetting" about him was easy because now that he was gone, guys had the guts to ask you out. They never did before because they knew Dallas. They knew he liked you and if they tried anything, he'd probably try to fight them or something. One boy in particular named Brandon Lawrence caught your eye. He was a little bit taller, black hair and green eyes, pale with rosy cheeks. He was handsome and really nice.

Brandon was your boyfriend of 4 years before you had to move.

"Tulsa?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Ain't that in Oklahoma?" Brandon asks with a hint of worry in his tone. "Yeah, it is.." You say in a gentle tone, smoothing out the wrinkles in your long skirt. "Baby, that's like a thousand miles from here! How am I gonna see you? You can't go!" Brandon didn't mean it in a 'you can't leave me, I won't allow it.' kind of way. He wasn't like that. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk about.. we have to break up. It’s not gonna work out."

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When you moved to Tulsa, everything seemed so.. boring. There wasn't much to do.. especially since you knew nobody there. The first couple of weeks, you stayed in the house, watching tv, reading, cleaning—literally anything but going outside to socialize. Your family would be classified as 'Socs'. Your parents weren't filthy rich, but they were nowhere near as poor as the Greasers.

Men that your father worked with warned him about the Greasers. How they were hoods and no good. "It's best for you to stay inside," your father told you one day at dinner. "A little lady like you has no buisness being out in the street with those low-lifes." Whatever, you thought. It's not like you had any desire to go out anyway.

But unfortunately one day your mother sent you to buy a few things from the nearby mini-mart. With no fuss, you obey. It had been a while since you've been in the sun, so why not? Plus, it wasnt that far of a walk.

On your walk, a few other Soc guys your age hit on you while you made your way. A few girls judged, others smiled, thinking you were so pretty. You felt self conscious even if there were a few girls who thought you were gorgeous. Maybe it really is better to stay inside instead of going out and making a fool of yourself.

You were only a crosswalk away from the mart when you heard a group of men laughing. But there was one guy who had an awful laugh. Annoying, loud.. was it? Theres no way. You look over at the men walking across the street. Yup. It was exactly who you thought it was: Dallas Winston.

He was so much taller and muscular than the last time you saw him. One of the guys he was with noticed you staring, and what did he do? He told Dal. The brunette looks over, not recognizing you. But he did think you were pretty. You cross the street, passing by them and into the mart without looking at them.

Oh, how you hoped he wouldn't follow you in.. but he did. And he was quick with what he wanted to say. "You from 'round these parts, sweetie? Never seen you before." He checks you out while you pick out a few oranges. "I just moved here," you respond gently. "Moved from New York. How come you never wrote me?" You look back at him, meeting his confused expression. "What?" He asks.

"Its me, Dallas." He stares at you like your crazy, but he was also trying to figure out who you were. Finally, he gets it after a minute. "Oh my God," He shakes his head. "What're you doing here?" He smiles and punches your arm in a friendly manner. "Never thought I'd see ya again."

"Yeah, neither did I." you respond.

You spent the rest of the day catching up.. privately, of course. He told you why you couldn't be seen together. "Im a dirty Greaser, and you're a squeaky clean Soc." he explained. You didnt exactly understand, but you guessed it was a class thing.

He told you that the reason he flew was because he was going to get arrested again. He had done something really bad, but he didn't want to say what it was. "Mm," you nod your head. "Well, atleast I didn't go my whole life without seeing you again."

"I thought about you a lot." He confessed. "I wanted to say something before leaving, but I couldn't. I didn't have the time.. and I didnt write cuz.. I dont know. I dont have a real reason." He shrugged. "Sorry." He had a soft touch to him. Definitely not normal. Dallas had already told you about how he's big trouble and gets IN to big trouble. How hes a big tough guy and doesnt need anybody.. and you believed him.

"Hey, she needs to go, man." Two-bit, his friend calls out. "Cant have her here too long, pal. Darry don't know she's here." He says and goes back inside the house. "Shit, he's right.. Darry gets off of work soon. Gotta get you outta here." He walks ahead, expecting you to follow.

"Look, I know you probably expected more, but I dunno what to say. Nice to see you again?" He tells you. Yes, it upset you, but how could you blame him? He's always been a little awkward, and he probably had stuff to do. He has a life here, and you don't. "Yeah, okay.." You nod. "I should be going." You clutch your bags full of stuff a little tighter. "I'll see you around."

"Maybe."