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The Breakfast Club (1985)

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me: thinks abt c*ddling for 2 minutes me @ myself: shut the hell up u aren’t in a John green novel. grow up and move on.

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Random Two-Bit hcs?

He has tried on makeup and thought he looked nice

He’s always chewing on something, usually sunflower seeds.

He has a collection of lotion because dry skin scares him.

Bitch goes the extra mile brushing his teeth. 5 times a day.

His fav kind of popcorn is that cheese stuff

He colors to reduce anxiety and heighten his knowladge of color.

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modern!two-bit is a punk rocker lol fite me

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Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

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when johnny says “i used to talk about killing myself all the time, man”

who did he have these conversations with?

it wasn’t pony, he’d have written about it in the book, mention it in some way, describe johnny in some darker manner than a “kicked puppy”

it wasn’t soda, he’d mother hen johnny more than he already did

and darry? he’d never let johnny out of his sight.

steve wasn’t fond of pony, and while everyone babied johnny i don’t think they were super close to the point of this kind of confession

dallas was definitely his friend, definitely protective of johnny, but… he was dallas. i doubt he had any deep conversations past slightly drunken confessions and him gruffly admitting stuff about his past. they’re close, and confide in each other, but dallas seems the type to view emotions as weaknesses

but honestly my bet is on two-bit. two-bit was really broken up by johnny’s death and it’s 100% possible that he and johnny had deep conversations about this kind of stuff. two-bit stressing about his mom and his sister while johnny admitted stuff about his parents.

i really feel that not only is two-bit an underrated, over simplified character by the fandom, but that he and johnny were closer than pony knew

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“Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang and the wisecracker of the bunch. He was about six feet tall, stocky in build, and very proud of his long rusty-colored sideburns. He had gray eyes and a wide grin, and he couldn’t stop making funny remarks to save his life. You couldn’t shut up that guy; he always had to get his two-bits worth in. Hence his name. Even his teachers forgot his real name was Keith, and we hardly remembered he had one. Life was one big joke to Two-Bit. He was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade (which he couldn’t have acquired without his first talent), and he was always smarting off to the cops. He really couldn’t help it. Everything he said was so irresistibly funny that he just had to let the police in on it to brighten up their dull lives. (That’s the way he explained it to me.) He liked fights, blondes, and for some unfathomable reason, school. He was still a junior at eighteen and a half and he never learned anything. He just went for kicks. I liked him real well because he kept us laughing at ourselves as well as at other things. He reminded me of Will Rogers— maybe it was the grin.”

home. rules. about.

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The Atlanta Constitution, Georgia, September 30, 1897

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“Beer for breakfast, Two-Bit?”

The Outsiders (1983) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

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"Good question. Prob'ly just whatever's in the fridge," he said with a shrug. Usually, his mom would at least make dinner, but lately she'd been working overtime to pay for his sister's medical bills. Last month, she got into some trouble and ended up with a broken wrist. Of course, he found the guys and beat them into the ground, but that didn't pay the bills.

"You know, Johnny, you ain't a burden like you think you are. You're real nice to have around. My sister, she likes you," he said, looking over at the younger boy. "And boy, I think mom's 'bout to up and adopt you."

Two-Bit knew exactly how Johnny felt. That was one of his talents; knowing how people were feeling. He knew that Johnny felt like a hassle wherever he went, and that just wasn't true. Even if he wasn't the youngest of the gang, and even if he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, he'd been doted on a lot more since he got jumped.

Rain. Just what he needed right now. Johnny doesn’t look up, cheek resting on his palm, leaning against the hood of the rusted out Chevrolet he’d been calling home lately. He’s sullen, staring at the ground like every last ounce of personality has been stamped out of him. And it has. He’s been having a rough (rougher?) time lately. The thought of sleeping in the lot was almost more appealing than having to talk to anyone. After all, he’d slept rough in the rain before. Waking up wet and depressed was just something that happened. Inevitable. Like taxes and death. ❝I dunno,❞ he shrugs slightly. ❝I slept over all weekend. Don’t want to wear out my welcome.❞

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The Outsiders as Greek Gods and Goddesses

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