#steve randle enthusiast

[brainscrambl3r]

Mightve failed my math exam but at least I have the outsiders

[seilahdiaries]

୨୧ ── mornin’ announcements. 𝐒. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

. . . in which sodapop hears your sweet voice over the intercom, determined to find who you are

imagine ! ⋮ ⌗ 𝓯! reader warnings . . . none

ᝰ.ᐟ this is my first post on this blog! i hope you guys enjoy and look forward to my next posts. also almost famous refrence??

now playing . . . my sweet lord (2020 mix) - george harrison

the beginning of junior year meant a fresh start for you— curled hair and the soft scent of your sweet vanilla perfume lingered as you walked through familiar hallways.

with friends who lit up every room and boys whispering your name like a secret meant a promising year.

always living in the soft moments, in vanilla sweaters, with notebooks filled with pastel ink and being the calm in the storm was promising.

but for Sodapop Curtis, the beginning of junior year just meant another year of flunking. it was no secret that he wasn't the best student, the only class he had ever passed was mechanics!

and even then, the boy rarely showed up.

but after long lectures and multiple silent dinners over the summer in the Curtis household,

he decided on "turning a new leaf" as he had said to Steve Randle.

he had promised himself to attend atleast three days of school each week, and turn in his assignments on time. and oh, boy did that not happened.

when he walked inside his first class of the day, blinking away the sleepiness as the morning sun spilled through the windows, spilling over the polished wooden floors.

his eyes wandered until he saw Steve, slouched in the back row, where the teachers rarely looked. meaning they would rarely get chosen to answer questions.

and as he walked over, the room filled with soft laughter and talk from the new school year. he could feel the curious, drawn stares from many girls— even soc. whispering behind manicured hands, and their eyes filled with awe from his face.

sliding into the seat beside Steve, he contained a lazy smirk on his face.

just then the intercom crackled, interrupting student's conversation. Sodapop barely glanced up as the principal's old voice rang through the school.

"good morning students— welcome back to another great year.."

twirling a pencil in between his fingers, he merely listened even when a new voice continued, loud and enthusiastic, chicken burgers and soggy fries being on the menu that monday.

Soda didnt really care.

Steve leaned over, grinning like an idiot and passed a folded note. he opened it beneath the desk, pulling a quiet chuckle from him.

it had barely been twenty minutes of entering the school grounds, and he was already losing hope he would succeed this year.

the basic classrooms, the lights that were way too bright and people needing to discover deodorant were not helping.

he sighed and slouched in his seat, the voice that was too enthusiastic for the hour continued in his ears.

then—

your voice rang through the school.

soft and warm, nothing like reading off a script for the lunch menu, more like coming from your heart.

his hand froze, as he listened.

"i always tell the girls—never take it seriously. if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. if you never get hurt, you always have fun."

Sodapop sat up straighter, "and if you ever get lonely," you said voice softer than before, "go to the record store and visit your friends."

the old voice of the principal started again, but Sodapop paid no mind to it. and with it, the intercom crackled once more before silence enveloped the classroom.

Sodapop's mind wasn't thinking about writing notes or trying to shake off the sleepiness. he was thinking about you,

you and your voice, something about it just couldn't make him let go. you didn't sound like the other girls who did the announcements, loud and annoying, he thought. he also thought about what you said, it wasn't read off a script, you were different.

"Sodapop Curtis!"

the teachers voice interrupted his thoughts, loud and clear.

"are you here?" her eyes narrowing at him across the rows of desk.

"uh—yeah." he cleared his throat, suddenly hearing the few giggles of the girls nearby. Soda sat up straighter, brows furrowed, puzzled even. unaware of the effect he had on them.

even after a few moments, his mind drifted again. he leaned over to Steve,

"who was that? on the announcements." he asked in a hushed voice with the teachers voice taking attendance in the background.

Steve shrugged, barely looked up from the paper he was folding as he did not listened to them, "dunno, some popular girl maybe, yknow how they do things round' here."

he sighed, slightly disappointed he was no help.

he pressed his lips into a line just as he felt a paper airplane hit his cheek. Steve giggling high and ridiculous, not caring if he earned a few looks from others.

the rest of the hour was filled with muffled laughs, whispered jokes and crumpled papers. the two rushed out the class, although they weren't in a hurry at all to get to second hour.

now in second hour, Soda sat in his assigned seat. and after a long debate with himself, he leaned over mid-lesson to the guy next to him "hey, yknow who was on the announcements this mornin'?"

"nah, man."

he settled back into his seat after giving him a nod, again, slightly disappointed. he wasn't sure why he was disappointed, even if it was slightly.

in his third class, he had to sit beside a greaser girl, with black short hair, red nails and too much perfume.

he asked again.

she looked up at the sky, thinking, "it's those preppy, popular kids who go on the mic. its, like, a thing." she answered with a thick new jersey accent.

he nodded slowly and slouched back into his chair. if she were one of them, those girls who laughed loudly in the halls and in their daddy's wallet— then how come no one knew her name?

she didn't sound like one of them either,

she didn't sound like them at all.

and by the time lunch came around,

Sodapop had no leads. no names, or faces, only the sweet voice that echoed through the intercom that morning.

he had asked around, but it always ended with just shrugs, or guesses.

he sat with the gang, legs stretched out like he was at home. listening to Dally run his mouth way too loud about what he did last night.

Two-bit just getting back from stealing a second tray, the soggy fries from earlier, stuffed in his face.

and Steve nudging Soda anywhere he could— ribs, arm. about two girls he knew and going on a double date, but Soda half-listened, not interested.

then Dally made a joke, stupid and gross, but it made Soda laugh. he threw his head back in a laugh, his teeth shining.

and then you walked in.

with your soft blowout and pearl earrings. your arms linked with your friends, Marcia Meyrink and Evelyn Ella, who joked and made your face grow a small smile.

and you walked right past him.

your eyes never even glanced his way, and his didn't either. his head thrown back mid-laugh.

he had missed you, missed your small ballet pumps against the floor, missed the girl he'd been thinking about since the morning.

and so the first day ended like that, without any answers. but Sodapop wasn't about to give up.

he woke up the next day to half the gang in his house, with Steve eating chocolate cake with his hands. Two having Ponyboy in a headlock on the floor, both of them rolling on the rug.

usually, he would've joined in by now, going to school being long forgotten.

but yet he found himself thinking about your voice while getting ready, it lingering and replaying in his mind like a record.

he hasn't even seen you, but something about your voice felt real to him.

and as Sodapop jogged to school, running late, leaving Steve behind, all he could think about was how he was going to miss the morning announcements.

not even the fact that he had forgotten to bring his flannel, only in a white shirt, thankfully not stained with grease. or how he forgot to eat breakfast.

the school came into view as he jogged into the gates. inside the office Soda stood in line behind two students, one arguing over if they needed a tardy slip or not.

then, as he stood impatiently with only a notebook in his hand— he heard the crackle.

the familiar sound of the intercom filled the campus, as he subconsciously straighten his back.

he slowly moved one place in line, having only one student infront of him now as the principal's voice began, boring and practiced.

after the principal, a guys voice took over, reading off the script with deliberate intentions. the lunch that tuesday being a sandwich with mashed potatoes.

it was his turn in line, his voice polite like he was taught as he talked to the secretary. she barely spared him a glance as she wrote his tardy slip.

and then— you.

he heard your voice fill the air, replacing the previous with a your calming voice. he noticed the way your voice never sounded like you were reading off a paper, more like you were just talking.

he took the slip and walked slowly out the office, not in a rush anymore as he was trying to listen and take in your words.

but as he walked, something caught his eye.

a mic, a table, and headphones.

the announcements room.

he mindlessly passed it, but he felt his eyes brows furrow, realization hitting him. he backed up his steps a bit, lingering at the window.

he stood near the glass, quietly. seeing a tall, lanky guy messing with the dials. a blonde with too much lip gloss staring at her nails.

and a third— sitting near the mic with a lace detailed dress, her back towards him.

the principal also stood along, arms crossed, but it was definitely not him.

before he could get a second glance, his eyes met one from inside. a brunette now stood by the glass with crossed arms and a raised brow.

she looked at him with judging eyes before, with a smirk, shut the blinds. right in his face.

Soda blinked, frozen near the glass after getting the blinds shut on him. basking in the missed opportunity. he ran a hand through his hair, slow and uncertain.

he sighed softly, before having to turn away and continuing his walk to first period. your voice still lingering as you wrapped up the announcements.

in his first class, he couldn't help himself from wondering what you were doing right then. with Steve not there with him, he couldn't distract himself.

he didn't even know your name, and yet he couldn't stop making little scenarios in his mind.

maybe you were in the library, face in a book. or two classes down doodling hearts in the corner of your notes.

during his second class, he was listening to the teacher as he wrote down a math equation. snapping out of it when a voice beside him leaned over,

"man, this girl vivi— she thinks your real cute." the guy said in a causal, teasing tone.

Sodapop blinked, looking at him slightly dazed. before he spoke. "oh, uh nah," he offered a tight lipped smile.

"don't even wanna get to know her?"

Soda scratched the back of his neck, "..nah, tell her thanks though."

the guy laughed, "what, you got a girl or something?" before Soda could respond, he added— "or ya got a thing for that girl from the announcements?"

he froze immediately, dropping his hand from his neck as he blurted "no!"

"i mean— just no," he fixed softer, his eyes averting to the chalkboard again, pretending to read over the equation. the guy raised his hands in mock surrender but choosing not to press any further.

which left him wide eyed and his hand tapping against the edge of his desk.

the rest of the week had come with no leads, no names or faces again. just your voice at the start of the day. and Sodapop made sure he listened and was there everyday, as if, by focusing hard enough it'd lead him straight to you.

on a sunny saturday in the Curtis household, the sunlight spilling through the curtains, Soda sat shirtless in his room's floor besides Steve. with an untouched book laying on his lap, his eyes never even reading the first sentence.

"so, how's the "new leaf" goin for you? or are you just collecting tardy passes like baseball cards." Steve started.

before Soda could respond, a loud laugh came from the doorway.

looking up they both saw Two-bit now leaning against the doorway with a wide grin.

Soda rolled his eyes, "i'm doin' fine."

but that wasn't enough for them, the two greasers rose a brow, expecting an explanation to his recent behavior.

"man…just spill it."

he hesitated, how could he explain that the reasoning wasn't because of a girl he passed by at the drive in, or a girl in his class. but a voice, a voice he didn't even know who it belonged to.

but he spilled anyways. "there's this girl,"

"aha!" Steve pointed a pencil at him the same time Two whistled loudly and laughed, "i knew it! you've been acting all weird and quiet— like ya' just saw God or something.”

he groaned, throwing his head back as Two went and threw himself on the bed. "so? who is she?"

"¡ dunno," he answered honestly, "the girl on the announcements, always talkin at the end."

silence followed, neither of the boys seemed to have a clue as they looked at eachother like they should've know, but they didn't.

"she in the announcements?" Two asked, squinting.

he nodded, "Dally might know, yknow he got a thing for Cherry Valance, and she's in with all that junk."

Soda perked up instantly, eyes wide, and hope began racing through him.

springing up, he was on his feet before either of them could say another word. "hey— man wait" Steve called out, but Soda was already halfway down the hall.

his voice boomed and echoed through the house.

"where the hell is Dallas Winston?!"

he ran around every spot of the house, every corner of every room. moving faster than he had all week.

until finally, he spotted him outside through the front window, leaning against the fence out front. a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Johnny stood next to him, hands deep in his pockets.

he didn't stop for a second, or slow down. he sprinted out the door and down the porch. words that were full of hope tumbled out his mouth, as he came to a halt infront of him.

"there's this girl— on the announcements—talks at the end, you know her? you gotta know her—Cherry's in it too, right? you've gotta hear her voice, it's like— man, it's like something outta a dream—"

he stopped only when he noticed his silence, Dallas squinting at him through the sun, brows drawn as smoke came from his lips. Johnny blinked, confused, as he looked between them.

"a girl. on the announcements." Soda repeated. "talks at the end. not Cherry. not her, this girls voice..its different."

Dallas took a slow drag, glancing away at the empty street. he shrugged one shoulder, as he exhaled the smoke again. his i don't care facade on.

"¡ don't know," his tone, flat. "but i do know some of them." he blew out the smoke, "there's a quiet one, could be her."

Sodas eyes lit up, his expression filled with hope. leaning forward, waiting for him to continue.

"don't know her, but, i’ll let ya’ know if i see her." Dallas said taking another drag.

Soda patted his back firmly, catching Dallas off guard. blurting out thank you's.

he turned on his heel, hope blooming in his chest. a grin wide on his face. he didn't even know a name, or even what'd she be doing monday-but suddenly,

for the first time since ever, he was already looking forward to monday.

the halls were mostly empty in the midst of the soft early monday morning. your pink ballet flats clicking softly against the floor.

the sound delicate, almost too pretty for the silence. walking down the halls, clutching the printed announcements script.

you liked the quietness around, only the soft murmurs of the few students passing by reaching your ears. but as you turned the corner—

three figures stood near the lockers, standing like they owned the damn hallway. you could immediately recognize one as Dallas Winston, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed and a cigarette behind his ear.

your eyes drifted, not to Dallas, or to the loud one punching the air infront of them with complicated swirls in his hair.

but to him. Sodapop Curtis, you had heard about him, the one with the smile and looks that made girls whisper when he passed by.

seeing his eyes shine bright so early nearly made you jealous. but your eyes instantly darted toward the ground as you approached closer.

why were they here so early? you thought, continuing your pace, not letting it falter. you didn't want to be noticed, but you could feel it coming anyways.

Dallas noticed you and immediatly nudged Soda, leaning in with a grin he said, "ain't that your girl?"

Sodas brows furrowed. "what?"

Dallas nodded towards you, "her, i think."

Sodapops gaze followed, his back straightening up. he watched for a second, maybe longer. but he didn't know, if anything he needed to hear your voice.

so Dallas—being Dallas— leaned against the locker and called out to you now passing by infront of them.

"hey sweetheart!" his tone was rough, teasing.

"need some help? be glad to help a pretty girl like you, i'll be real gentle." he added with a wink.

you didnt flinch.

you walked right past them, not even sparing a glance. you held your head high. ignoring him like he hadn't even spoken. like you'd walked through worse.

and Sodapop stood there, his gaze curious as he watched your hair sway with each step, your flats tapping farther and farther. even as you disappeared around the corner, you lingered in his head.

was that her? he thought.

maybe.

you looked the part, your face like someone who would hold the softness of that voice. but you hadn't spoken, and Sodapop-he needed that. the tone and softness that the voice he'd been hooked onto contained.

so he let it go

for now,

brushing Steve off when he asked if it was her. "did Dally scare er' off?" he asked stupidly.

but at lunch, you saw him once again, and even passed by his table.

the cafetería was filled laughter, sneakers dragging, and students. you were just passing by, a tray in your hands, with Evelyn besides you and her voice light in your ear.

and that's when he looked up, he wasn't looking for you, but as you came closer something caught his eye.

a simple glance was all it took, then he looked closer, really looked and noticed.

the soft knitted sweater the color of a seashell you had was completely different-warm and clean, unlike the people he was surrounded by. the light from the windows hit your hair just right.

and for second- his eyes narrowed, like his mind was trying to recognize you. from his morning memories, from the voice he's been holding onto.

and then, your eyes flickered towards him.

your eyes paused, a second to long to be called a glance.

just long enough to mean something-before shifting away again. just like you were taught. never to interact with greasers, never to make a moment.

you kept walking, brushing it off like it didn't matter. like he was just another boy looking.

but Sodapop Curtis wasn't just looking. he was seeing.

he barely heard what Steve said, didn't laugh at what Two-bit said. he just sat there, watching the affect you left behind.

he still didn't know your voice, if you were the girl with the voice, but for the first time���

he had a face to wonder about.

the morning announcements had just ended, your voice echoing through the school just ten minutes ago.

Sodapop was supposed to be using the restroom, according to his pass. but he was wandering the halls, with his hands tucked into his jeans pockets.

the lights in class were too much, the chalk squeaking too much. he needed air-but then he saw you.

walking away from him in slow, steady steps. your hair softly curled down your back, once again catching the morning light. he noticed the delicate sweater scalloped with lace, the skirt so white like it didn't belong in a place like this.

he stopped, dead in his tracks.

you didn't see him, didn't know he was behind you. yet he still found himself hesitating. he stood there staring at you from behind.

something about you made him, maybe it was the soft sway of your skirt, or the way your sweater fit gently around your waist, made him jog a little.

just enough to catch up to you and before he could stop himself, slid beside you with a casual charm. opposite of what he was feeling inside.

"hey," he said, voice warm, laced with his signature smile that would've made any other girl swoon immediately.

"i know this might be weird," he continued, trying to keep his voice easy. "but—uh— were you just on the announcements? ten minutes ago?"

there was something gentle in the way he asked, making your lashes flutter.

your step slightly paused, his voice—kind and just a little nervous lingered in the air around you two.

he had eyes that would make you fall in love, no wonder girls gawked over him.

but your gaze softened, his eyes held a sense of hope, nothing like the way you were described greasers.

so a small, sweet smile grew on your lips, shy but sure.

"yeah," your voice now lingering in the air, "i was."

and that was all it took.

he knew, right then.

his breath caught a little, but he masked it up with a grin. different than the one before, that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. although you were.

Sodas eyes sparkled, the sunlight stretching in from the windows, the hallways quiet except the shared footsteps of your beige ballet flats and his shoes.

and he walked beside you, trying not to smile too wide, thinking about the feeling of it all falling into place.

a sweet serendipity, tied with lace and filled with your pretty voice he couldn't stop following.

[ranx0]

Steve Randle Headcanons!!

I’ve made one of these for Ponyboy wayyyy back when I started this account back when he was my favorite character so it’s only fitting to do Steve now

- Drag racer, like, not a regular one tho. He specifically illegally street races, no way in hell are you catching him legally doing that shit

- Baseball lover

- Chewing tobacco >>> cigarettes (again, baseball lover)

- gay (specifically bi) but homophobic

- Tattoo enthusiast (owns a tattoo thingy majiggy)

- Secretly likes cats over dogs

- If in modern day would definitely like Sabrina carpenter but act like he listens to rap like Kanye or some shit

- follow up, if in modern day would actively use brain rot in his school assignments

- Science nerd

- Told ponyboy he beat off a couple socs with a broken bottle but in reality he maybe knocked one out and made a break for it

- Later bragged about it

- Ashamed of every little thing he does that is considered feminine, even things like letting someone else drive his car bc that would mean relinquishing control of HIS baby and HIS prized possession

- Jewish, wears a Star of David necklace around his neck but turns it around so you can only see the chain and the pendant is under his jean vest

- Will actually try to debate you on topics bc he knows he is always right

- Is actually pretty smart, mostly an A student

- has a younger half sister on his mom’s side, a post abt her will be coming soon. Trust.

Steve my baby I love you I love you mwah mwah

[brainscrambl3r]

Just need any Steve content🙏🏼

Smth that I've noticed in the outsiders fandom is when it comes to angst about abuse or js angst in general everyone automatically goes for johnny.

Like thats not bad bc like I can understand why. BUT WHERE IS THE STEVE RANDLE ANGST.

LIKE. bro has a shitty dad who kicks him out all the time, no mom, his dad PAYS for steve to forgive him. And he spends most nights at the curtis house.

Not to mention that he also had to go through johnny and dallys death.

Cmon.

[brainscrambl3r]

DARRY COMISSION I GOT FROM @pencilequipped !! He does amazing stuff :D

[twobitspepsi]

{evan core}

introvert | slytherin | ISTP | libra | plains cree/ ojibwa | 5sos enthusiast | all things outsiders | #1 daryl tofa fan fr | I like most musicals pls yap to me

writers account: @nicotinewrites

ao3: cant_be_arsed

only write abt 9-1-1 & the outsiders rn

editing account on tt: @twobitspepsi

specific to the outsiders btw

characters I kin:

ian gallagher- shameless

crown prince wilhem- young royals

JJ maybank- outerbanks

eddie diaz- 911

maddie buckley- 911

steve randle- the outsiders

darry curtis- the outsiders

diego hargreeves- TUA

people I like:

calum hood

ashton irwin

luke hemmings

michael clifford

jason schmidt

daryl tofa

zayn malik

zendaya

shows I watch:

911

shameless

the umbrella academy

young royals

good music:

[the-kneesbees]

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welcome to my blog!

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•call me finn or fish

•he/him

•fandoms- the outsiders, red dead redemption, bbc merlin

•steve randle enthusiast 🫶

other stuff

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@fishystew art!!

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that's all, ily, mwah <3

[brainscrambl3r]

🙏🏼🙏🏼

Modern Steve hcs!!

he builds computers!

He does commissions for pc builds and makes a pretty penny from it too

One time his dad threw out a couple thousand dollars worth of gear in a fit of rage, after that Steve kept all of his expensive things at the Curtis house.

Soda and Twobit rope him into making tiktoks w them

Had an incredibly cringe Elon musk crypto bro faze when he was 14 and no one will let go of it

Can pirate literally anything

Pony will ask him to pirate a bunch of movies and he acts pissed about it and goes on rants but actually loves doing it for him bc even though he has told everyone in the gang he'd pirate anything for them pony is the only one that takes advantage

When he was a kid he had unrestricted internet access which he used to watch exclusively YouTube videos about cars

He spent so much time doing this that he is completely oblivious of any and all pop culture

He barely knows who Brad Pitt is how the hell would he know niche micro e celeb # 1849939??

This is contrasted with Sodas complete obsession with internet drama so every conversation they have is like

"Did you here what x did??"

Steve who just spent the last 16 hours locked in his room building a pc with nothing but niche goth rock playing "huh??"

Evie is the same so every time her and soda are together they just gossip about random people Steve's never heard of and he's just 🧍‍♂️

Is the least chronically online of the entire gang though so....

Is fluent in French bc when he and Soda would hang out when they were little and steve would pull out the phone his dad gave him so he wouldn't have to watch his kid Soda would insist they watch a French guy play Minecraft and now they just know french

Don't know how to spell or read French for shit but eh who cares

I wrote some stuff about him knowing how to code and him using it for evil to make fuxked up troll games for the gang to play

Just over all I imagine he'd use the internet "for good" in that he just becomes incredibly tech savvy

Actually works hard in school bc he wants to be an engineer even though he knows hell absolutely end up in insane amounts of debt

I'll reblog w more later if I feel like it but idk I love Steve ✨️✨️

[fishystew]

hi 👋 welcome to my blog :)

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-call me fish

-I draw occasionally

-mostly the outsiders + red dead redemption

steve randle enthusiast

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reblogs and/or comments are more encouraging than likes 💕

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more @the-kneesbees

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that's all, ily, mwah 💕

[v4mpgutz]

{ light-mode + pride recommended }

. . . welcome 2 river's notebook! ❀

and who could ever leave me darling,

...but who could stay?

she/they. 6teen. bisexual. writer. ur local taylor swift + beabadoobee enthusiast.

(pfp is by eisakusaku on twt)

: 🎀 : hobie, ichigo, renji, tom, mattheo + dallas' girlfriend (definitely real and not fake at all)

🎤 *taps mic* hello? is this thing on? — ahem! hiya, my name is river and i like to write fanfics about your favs! i am a minor and don't feel comfortable writing full on smut but there may still be some spice bc *wiggles eyebrows* this blog may contain spoilers and i will occasionally repost nsfw! i also do take requests! just send me an ask <3

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— i currently write for:

spiderverse, harry potter, bleach, jujutsu kaisen, the outsiders, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, attack on titan, scream 6 + more to come!

CHARACTERS I WILL [NOT] WRITE FOR:

(this is personal preference + not knowing how to write them and i may change my mind in the future!)

— peter b parker, any of the weasleys, seamus finnigan, neville longbottom, kenpachi zaraki, uryu ishida, gin ichimaru, sosuke aizen, sherri/cherry valance, steve randle, hajime kokonoi, tsukishima kei, erwin smith, reiner braun, samantha carpenter, quinn bailey + maybe others (just ask!)

TOPICS I [WILL] WRITE:

— love this stuff yum, delicious, scrumptious

fluff, the occasional spice, any!reader (afab, amab, non-binary, white, black, asian etc.), degradation, praise, canon and headcanons, acceptable age gaps, parent/child (PLATONIC) + more

TOPICS I WILL [NOT] WRITE:

— i am uncomfortable writing about these but just because something isn't here doesn't mean i will write about it, please just ask me. this may be added to over time.

incest/stepcest, rape/SA (UNLESS it is not specific and it's comfort instead of the actual thing), cheating, huge age gaps, toxic relationships in general, smut (as of right now), certain character x characters — sometimes i might, just ask me and i'll decide. UNLESS ITS EREMIKA..... then don't even bother asking i will projectile vomit on u..

thanks 4 being here and thanks 4 reading! <3

[lunarfleur]

Giving the Outsiders MTBI personality types!

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Darry: ISTJ (responsible, analytical, hardworking, realistic)

Sodapop Curtis: ESFP (outgoing, friendly, and impulsive)

Ponyboy Curtis: INTP (introversion, intuition, logical, perception) me too Pony

Dallas Winston: ENTJ (Strategic, independent, efficient, logical)

Johnny Cade: ISFJ (introverted, sensing, feeling, judging)

Two-Bit Mathews: ESFP (outgoing, friendly, and impulsive, creative)

Steve Randle: ESTJ (Efficient, realistic, dependable, systematic)

Tim Shepard: ISTP (logical, analytical, reserved, realistic)

Curly Shepard: ESTP (outgoing, curious, spontaneous, action-oriented)

Angela Shepard: ENFP (creative, spontaneous, playful, enthusiastic)

[brainscrambl3r]

HELL YEA BROTHER🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

No one ever talks about it but steve randle was fr serving Cunt with the whole cropped denim vest thing going on

Like HELLO?? bro had that shit ON.

The silhouette was absolutely killer i fear. The hem meeting his waistband.. the popped collar.. simply not enough credit. wow

[greeksorceress]

i'm exhausted, but before i go to bed, good night to: 

whoever invented/discovered the smell of vanilla 

starbucks’ baristas that draw hearts on the cups alongside the names

people who park their cars properly and don’t unnecessarily take two spots for themselves

johnny cade ❣️

december capricorns and july leos

couples/lovers formed by a cottagecore spirit and dark academia soul

people who prefer winter over summer

writers that give steve randle the confidence he deserves 

the color pastel pink 

that cute girl that complimented my hair today 

jally fans 

people who believe that the superior fraternal relationship in the outsiders was two-bit and johnny’s

sodapop for wearing the other two socks that match two-bit’s mismatched socks 

people who acknowledge the historical and social context of the outsiders and venture within the depths of the characters in order to bring out a more extensive, profound vision and portrayal of them as people with real feelings and real lives existing during a really difficult era

blond dallas enthusiasts 

people who never make their beds because it’s gonna be messy again tonight anyways 

college students that still sleep with plushies 

younger siblings that are in charge of protecting their older siblings from insects during family lunches outside 

johnny and pony’s friendship protectors 

whoever is out there writing about johnny being happy and getting all he deserves 

the darry in any family 

[dallyscigarette]

Greaser Aesthetics

Darrel Curtis: The first time you realize that you need to grow up. Staying up until three am to study for a test, consuming a diet made up of 55% coffee, bowling with friends after school on a Thursday and constantly being called the mom friend. Having a room that gleams with gold awards and trophies and ribbons, but also collecting rocks and cooking elaborate meals for one. Rough but steady hands, growing up without braces or glasses and having the subtle desire to live alone in the woods. Knowing you have more potential than this.

Sodapop Curtis: That burst of pride in your chest when you make all of your friends laugh out loud. Wearing caps instead of sunglasses to avoid the sun. Wholehearted grins, asking to pet every dog you come across, rising just before noon and passing out on the couch well into night. Scents of sunscreen and gasoline. Looking for a four-leaf clover in your yard, finding small town love, falling asleep to the sound of your fan on a hot summer night. "All Summer Long" vibes and bare feet. Drinking hot chocolate no matter the season.

Ponyboy Curtis: Flipping through the pages of your favorite book, skimming over all the written memories and reminiscing. The smell of an old newspaper, having golden Christmas lights hanging all year round, waking up with your dog draped over your stomach. Round-rimmed glasses, washing your face with warm water, wearing cuffed jeans and plaid over dark tank-tops. The buzzing noises of downtown. Accidentally falling asleep outside and coming to consciousness with the fading memories of your dreams. Excelling in English classes and preceding fiction over reality.

Johnny Cade: Falling asleep on top of your homework. Denim on top of denim. Insomniac nights, charms in every pocket, subscribing to the local newspaper just to read the comics. Making a point to take a walk every day and deliberately wearing clothes that are too big. Being the quiet but mindful one in your group, that feeling when you catch yourself daydreaming, swimming in dark blue waters, favoring summer, constantly trying to "start over."

Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews: Enthusiastic depression. Sore ribs from laughing too hard, drinking spirits with a swirly-straw, sledding in the cold until your fingers turn numb and talking to (or having full on conversations with) your pets. Existential crises at one am, hiding your fears with humor, leather jackets atop pajama shirts, fleeting pain from cavities. Thinking that you can only trust yourself. Chapped lips, cracking your knuckles when it gets too quiet, the smell of rain and the dwindling taste of blood, having at least one earbud in at all times.

Steve Randle: "Highway don't care." Spontaneous road trips. Capturing everything you see with a camera and plastering the photos over the walls of your home and the ceiling of your vehicle. Skin freckled from sunburns, smelling of smoke and bonfires no matter the time of year, getting dazed more than you'd like to admit. Outside > inside, feeling a rush of hope and ambition when you look to your future, hiding your soft side from everyone but your best friend, feeling like you need or ought to be alone 23/7.

Dallas Winston: Your first heartbreak. Biting your lip on accident, ignoring/numbing the fears that haunt you late at night, relishing in the giddy excitement of skipping your classes. The sharp air of a winter morning, finding cigarette butts on the sidewalk, falling asleep in jeans and feeling white hot anger erupt over something you know is small. Confidence that stems from all the wrong places. Ice clinking together in your drink and smirking to prove a point.

[timcurlyshepard]

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[brainscrambl3r]

literally hes juts a guy

He’s just a polite little guy