Al - He/Him - 19💙This is my Outsiders sideblog (rumble fish blog is here) where I mostly post headcanons and shitposts! All welcome! Do not hesitate to send me drabble requests. I really love sickfics so feel free to tag me in them. My OTP is Stevepop but I also post about Jally and Sylly.💙
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After rereading a few of her novels, I have decided to make a bingo card of the tropes in S. E. Hinton’s novels. Go nuts.
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sodapop, in line at starbucks: can i get a venti vanilla latte with uhh, seven espresso shots?
steve, next in line: jesus christ, just do cocaine.
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ponyboy speaking at johnny’s funeral: johnny was last and least—
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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror
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Hi
Are we gonna ignore the fact Johnny canonly ate 5 BBQ sandwiches at DQ in one sitting-
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Sir, those are my emotional support poverty stricken 1960s teenagers.
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Darry talking about Johnny: I wish my brothers were as polite as him.
Steve talking about Johnny: He’s alright by me.
Two-Bit talking about Johnny: He’s actually a pretty cool guy.
Soda talking about Johnny: We get along great!
Dally talking about Johnny: Seeing him is the highlight of my day.
Ponyboy talking about Johnny: He is a pathetic whelp.
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Steve: Do you have your ID?
Two-Bit: I do not, I shop here all the time.
Steve: I know but I need your ID, it’s the law.
Two-Bit: Damn, bitch.
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Darry: It’s my way or the highway.
Ponyboy: THEN WHERE IS THE ON RAMP?
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johnny stop quoting robert frost youre scaring the hoes
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What if we were both in the bathroom while you got out of the shower and I saw you naked and immediately compared you to a beauty pageant winner and then tried to feed you chocolate cake and we were both boys
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A concept: Soda is sick. His cheeks are flushed and he’s lying on the couch. Steve is standing over him; he brushes Soda’s bangs off his forehead comfortingly. Soda smiles up at him. He whispers, “thank you.” Steve smiles back.
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