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Post-canon Ponyboy whose nightmares return with a vengeance, and this time all three brothers start sharing a bed.

The first time is the night of Soda’s breakdown. Pony wakes up in the grip of terror and Soda’s calming attempts aren’t working like they usually do because Pony’s ears keep ringing with Soda’s cry of “we’re all we got left now” and Darry’s absence feels like a missing piece.

Of course Soda notices how Pony’s eyes keep darting toward the door, and he gently leads Pony into Darry’s room. Darry wakes up, alert and worried. Pony fidgets in place at first, hesitant and self conscious, but then he throws himself into Darry’s arms. After a few moments he reaches an arm behind him for Soda, and all three of them end up bundled in the bed.

This happens a few more times, until they all start sleeping in Darry’s bed. It’s their parents’ bed - the only reason it’s big enough - so they kind of feel like they’re crawling into bed with their parents again, like they did when they were kids.

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Headcanon i came up with a while ago: Shortly post-canon soda hears his brothers shouting and pony calling darry an asshole and creeps out of his room to see if theyve started fighting again. Instead he finds them goofing around with darry slinging pony upside-down over his shoulder and spinning him around

Awww I love this! All three of them healing - Darry and Ponyboy getting along and acting like brothers again, and Soda learning that he can stop worrying about being the mediator.

And Darry absolutely throws his brothers around like rag dolls, especially Pony.

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thinking about, like, the version of Danny who lost all his friends and family and VLAD of all people has to be his guardian again, truly impeccable enemies to grieving family. Vlad becomes a dad in the worst way possible. Peak.

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uwahh…!!! *magical girl transformation but instead i turn into a dead body*

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Not me finding my old copy of unwind by Neal Shusterman. Am I about to take a jump into the nostalgia? I don’t remember this book very well but I do remember that it was intense.

Anyone have any opinions on this book???

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I know it's from him.

VERY cool book, just finished chapter 30, damn.. I drew Tyler's brain on the wrong side, and didn't realize till it was too late. sorry :-(

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thinking fondly of this meme I made for a coworker years and years ago

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Thinking about how in Unwind, Cam was so locked into trying to remember what a camera was that he just let Roberta name him Camus. And he just went with it after like. If that was me my ass would NOT be stuck with cay moo com pre!! No!!! He could’ve accidentally named himself Megatron bro!!!

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Cam animatic (one-sided camrisa SPOILERS FOR UNWHOLLY & a bit of UNSOULED & UNDIVIDED!!)

song: Julia - Colony House

Very underrated song btw

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I hate when people never text me first. I have ONE friend (shout out to hoky ilymta) who ever even seems to want to talk to me and who texts me first like oh my God guys I don’t bite pls just text me I feel like im begging for money everytime o talk to someone

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jimtim on the mind..

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I really really want friends who like the book unwind pls add me on disc if you like it my user is love_of_the_sun

im nice i promise:(

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I really feel like this is the only way I can properly explain what that god forsaken chapter has done to me

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Everyone: Starkey i think you should sto-

Starkey: Stop?!😂😂 My grind 🔥🔥 Never Stops 💯💯 Keep going ✔️ on the path to SUCCESS🔥🙌🙌 The Storks are #D1BOUND😤😤💪💪 Akron Awol who?!😂😡 John 3:16🙌

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Elio was really good btw but the whole thing was like his parents passed and his aunt took him in and all I could think about was embys backstory and it was so sad bc elio actually had an aunt who loved him and emby had an unwind order☹️☹️

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Some of you never got deranged about something you read in English class and it shows

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I really didn’t like the scene where argent forces Connor to do drugs so I rewrote it

“Please?”

“No.”

“Come on? Just once?”

“No.”

Argent sighed and leaned back against the wall. The bong hung from his hand as he held it in between three fingers, ignoring Graces nervous glances about him dropping their late grandfathers precious bong. Why would he care if it breaks anyway? What had their grandparents ever done for them other than die? Once they died Argent got to collect the money, but even then all they left was enough to pay bills that month and barely enough left for food that month. How thoughtful. 

With a huff Argent sat back up and looked over at Connor again. 

“Come on man, can you level with me here? It’s always been a dream of mine to get high off my rocker with the Akron AWOL.”

“Then you need to get better dreams.”

“Okay..”

Argent said exasperated as he raised the bong to his lips again. 

“Fine. Be boring then.”

Argent was frustrated, but he’s not going to force Connor to smoke with him. That would ruin any hopes of Connor liking him. Maybe if he gets high Connor will see how fun it is and join him. Or Connor will be boring and decide to sit there and sulk, either way, not his problem. It’s not like Lassiter is going anywhere. 

Argent unintentionally inhaled too much and began to cough into his arm. He didn’t bother looking at the most definitely annoyed and judgmental looks Connor had to be given him. 

The effects were almost immediate. 

Argent is no stranger to smoking tranq. He’s not an addict, but he does do it more than the average person probably would. Argent doesn’t get aggressive when he’s high, quite the opposite. He gets emotional. Almost every time he does smoke he ends up crying, but he still does it. He’s not sure why. He likes the feeling maybe, the way everything seems to shrink and spin. It’s a loneliness almost, but not an emptiness. Peaceful. 

“Y’know, when I first heard about the whole Akron AWOL I thought it was crazy that just some random sixteen year old could become this…hero.”

Connor doesn’t reply. In reality, it’s because Connor is disgusted and pissed by Argents actions. But Argent believes Connor is too invested in what he has to say, that he stays silent. 

Argent steals a glance at Grace again. The fearful, almost pitiful look in her eyes makes him as sad as it does angry. She’s always like this when he does something she considers ‘stupid.’ He doesn’t understand why she gets so upset, it’s not like he’s doing it to upset her. He’s doing it because he wants to. 

Argent decides that looking at Grace any longer right now will probably make him start yelling, or crying. So he focuses back onto Connor. 

“When I was sixteen…man I was a loser.”

Silence from Connor.  

He takes another hit from the pipe.

“I was working like three jobs, and then did whatever else someone would pay me for during my free time. I couldn’t even go to school, isn’t that crazy?! But you..you’re a legend. I mean..taking out a Juvey-cop with his own gun? Shutting down a whole freeway? Man! That’s..that’s insane!”

Argent begins to giggle as he spoke, until that turned into full blown laughter. He’s laughing hysterically, but feels like he could start bawling any moment. 

“I mean holy shit-! When I was 16 I was-“

Argent couldn’t even finish the most likely traumatic and tragic thing that was about to come out of his mouth because he couldn’t stop laughing. He eventually gave up on speaking and just went into hysterics.

After about two minutes he finally calmed down and looked at Connor again 

“My friends still don’t even believe you’re here! I showed them photos and they said ‘noooo that’s not the Akron awol you edited that!’ And I said ‘oh yes it is!’ And they were all-“

“What do you mean by your friends? You told people I was here?! You sent photos?!”

Connor’s rude interruption causes Argent to start giggling a bit again. He looks so angry. He doesn’t understand why, it’s not like any of his friends are cops. 

“Yeah! I wanted them to know! Oh I always talk about you, they-“

“Do you know how bad that is, Argent?”

Argent just continues to giggle as he makes eye contact with Connor. He looks so angry and panicked. He looks scared. Why would he be scared? He’s not being aggressive. He doesn’t want to be aggressive. Why do people always have to look scared of him?

“I know, right?”

“No. No you don’t. The authorities. The Juvenile Authority! They got facial tracing bots all over the internet! Argent they would have saw that photo!

“Bots, right.”

“They’ll take down this house. I’ll get taken in. Both of you will get five to ten for aiding and abetting!”

Connor begins to panic. He’s still tied to this damned pole, and he needs to leave. Now. Who knows how long ago Argent sent that photo? The Juvies could be on their way right now. For all Connor knows, they’re outside. And Argent is still here giggling like a child, he doesn’t grasp it at all. 

“Yeah! Maybe we’ll meet that same cop you shot! I bet he’s an idiot!”(😈) Argent is continuing to giggle like everything Connor is saying is a joke or some fun game. He doesn’t understand a word of what Connor is trying to explain, and if he does, he doesn’t care apparently. 

Connor needs a plan now. Grace isn’t going to help him, she’ll be too nervous. His only hope here is Argent. So Connor begins to play into every little fantasy he has. “We’ve gotta go, now. We’re both fugitives now!”

“Yeah?” Argents stopped laughing. He still  doesn’t grasp Connor’s panic, but those words sounded like church bells. His eyes lit up with an almost childlike wonder. They had a hint of that same type of innocence that adults yearn to have back once they lost it. (😈) Argent may be 20, but he still thinks like a 15 year old. Connor wants to run away with him. They’ll be fugitives together.

“We’ll be on the run—you and me.”

“Right. Screwing with the world.”

“It was fated, just like you said!”

“Fated..”

“Argent and the Akron AWOL!”

“Triple A!”

“But you have to untie me before they come take us out!”

“Unite you…”

“There’s no time. Please, Argent.”

“…I can really trust you?”

“Triple A.”

Apparently that’s enough to get Argent to agree. He puts the bong down and immediately goes to untie Connor’s hands, giggling to himself again while he mumbles meaningless ideas and plans. It’s dreams that will never come true, despite his idol’s promises. 

Connor stands and stretches out his legs. They ache from not moving for awhile, but he can’t focus on that now. He looks over to Argent who’s practically bouncing on his heels, a smile painted onto his face. 

“So, where do we go?”

“Sorry, Argent.”

Before Argent could even begin to understand what’s happening, Connor swings the glass bong at his head. It shatters just above his jaw, destroying the left side of his face. 

Argent falls to the ground, semiconscious, with the consciousness he has slowly beginning to fade away. 

He still doesn’t understand what just happened, and he won’t understand until Connor is gone. And just like every other thing that’s happened in Argents life, disaster and agony will come with his understanding, in the most painful way.