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so your post abt your concerning amount of injured reader requests inspired me. you should totally do a gang x reader who just got out of surgery. like still under anesthesia that makes you act all high and stuff. i don’t remember if you do hcs involving the entire gang (separate ofc) or not, but if you don’t, then you could do this with dally or ponyboy— tysm ily and your writing 🤞🫶

Curtis gang x anesthetized!reader HCs

Curtis gang x gn!reader

Warnings: Reader is under anesthesia. Brief mentions of bruising and blood. Reader experiences mild pain.

Author’s Note: I decided to specify this request for wisdom teeth! I got mine taken out a few years ago so I have experience lol. enjoy!! <3

+ my little story time of when I got my wisdom teeth taken out at the end bc why not :)

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Ponyboy

As soon as he saw you being pushed outside from a wheelchair, he just felt bad. Not because he had done anything wrong, but because it feels so scary to see someone he cares about so out of it.

I feel like his idea of someone being anesthetized is like ‘they zone out for a bit and slur their words’, but your experience was totally different.

If you were crying, he definitely thought you were in pain from the surgery. (For reference, some people cry when waking back up from confusion, stress, etc.)

Just by hearing your rambling, he was genuinely thinking ‘What the fuck…? Did they put you on anesthesia or something else?”

He’d try to be as helpful as possible, especially at first when you were numb inside your mouth. I think he would make a great nurse for the day and help talk you through your discomfort.

Maybe Pony would read you a book once you calmed down enough to understand what he was saying. At first you can’t do much else besides lay there and mellow yourself out, so he could easily kill time reading to you.

Ponyboy would remind you of what you’re allowed and not allowed to eat/drink/do within the first few days. The thought of dry socket scares the SHIT out of him. He wants absolutely noooo part in that.

Johnny

Johnny would laugh his ass off when you’re first rolled out of the operation room. Deep down, he’s a little scared of the possibility that he might have to have his wisdom teeth removed, so he disguises it with laughter.

He would try to fuck with you a little bit because he’s aware you can’t form coherent thoughts just yet. He thinks it’s sooo funny to watch you panic like that 😭 “Where’s your tongue?? They removed that too?!”

Okay, after he’s had a good laugh, I think he would try to comfort you a little. Especially if you were more emotional when waking up, he’d probably feel slightly guilty for teasing. I can totally see him letting you rest your head on his shoulder or blab about whatever as his way of showing you he’s there for you.

If you WERE a crier right off the bat, Johnny wouldn’t joke like that. He imagines that would feel like pure torture.

Since you can’t smoke, he’d do you a favor and exhale towards you so that you can get your dose of second-hand smoke in until you’re better.

He isn’t fazed by your all-liquid diet. Hard times have led him to consume soup, broth, and whatnot even though he can chew. I think he might try and keep solid foods out of your sight as a sign of respect.

Dallas

Similar to Johnny, I think Dallas would take one good look at you before bursting into laughter. He’s familiar with various drugs and such, but anesthesia isn’t anything like the party drugs he’s used to.

He personally thinks your swollen, gauze filled cheeks are hilarious.

No matter if you’re crying or not, I think he would try to straight up interview you on the spot. “How’s your mouth? Does it hurt? You remember who I am?”

He would take advantage of your state and try to get you to confess the most embarrassing things. Stories he can recall from ages ago that he knows you would never retell would just slip out because of your lowered inhibition.

The never ending teasing Dallas would commit to is just ruthless. You’ll be “chipmunk cheeks” to him forever.

He wouldn’t know better when it comes to post-surgery rules. He would try and be nice for once by bringing you a milkshake just to find out you need to be spoon fed instead of using straws like normal. As much as it would grate at his nerves, he would go back and out of his way to find you a spoon to slurp from.

Sodapop

He would be concerned at first glance, noticing the bruising on your cheeks and the swelling around your jaw. Soda would try and comfort you physically whether it be holding your hand or letting you lean on him for support. (This can be interpreted romantically or platonically)

When you’re rambling, he would simply nod along and go “mhm” every few mumbles so you felt heard.

During the car ride home, he tried to keep you as calm as possible. Crying or not, there’s usually a bit of a panicked reaction when first waking up from the anesthesia. I actually think Soda may have gotten his taken out before, so he knows it’s not super pretty.

Constant reassurance if you were one to cry a lot. “No, no it’s okay. It’s over now. You’re doing great.”

Once you’re a little more conscious of your surroundings, he would sit and listen to you talk about how you feel, what you need at the moment, etc. Overall, I think he would be super caring (partly because he has experience).

Steve

He would make a 😧 face when he first sees you because of how fucked up you look. He would be on the more stunned/amused type rather than comforting.

He would poke at your cheeks in fascination. The slight bruising on your jaw is “tuff” according to his judgment. “Looks like you took a few blows. I mean, it looks pretty tuff if you ask me😼.”

I think he would save the teasing until after you’ve gained full consciousness again.

He would be the type of person to try and make you laugh/cheer you up if you were crying from the anesthesia. I assume he would think you’re crying in pain or because of the blood on your gauze because he doesn’t have personal experience in this area.

If this was a modern au, he would definitely try to sneak a phone in and record you to embarrass you with videos later. Not in a mean way, but in a playful & teasing type of way yk?

He leans your head against the seatbelt in the car, trying to NOT touch your puffy cheek. His worst fear in the moment is for your gauze to fall out of your mouth and land anywhere on him.

Two-Bit

He covered his mouth like 🫢 when he first saw you, trying his hardest to not laugh IN your face.

He would talk to you like a child, and it surprisingly worked well. The slower, more simple sentences could actually be comprehended even though you were still under anesthesia.

Tries to get you to open your mouth to show him where they operated on you because he thinks the concept of surgery is so fascinating.

Similar to Soda, I think he would play along with your loopy rambling. If you’re speaking straight up mumbles that only make sense to you he’d try to mumble back like you’re speaking a language only the two of you know.

He’s oddly gentle with you. I think he would offer you something to eat (liquid foods) right away. He would try to take care of your needs because being on anesthesia does NOT look like him to fun. Funny? Sure. But fun? He would pass.

He hypes you up HELLA. I’m thinking in an encouraging but also impressive way like, “Look at you, you’re all done. It’s over! I couldn’t ever get my teeth taken out.”

Two-Bit makes you feel ‘guilty’ when he assists you. Obviously he’s just teasing, but under anesthesia you can’t take the hint. He would wipe your drool or adjust your bloody gauze and proceed to say something like, “Who else would do this for you? Mhm, exactly. Exactly! You owe me.”

Darrel

He’s so gentle and attentive with everything. He’s used to the role of a protective, caring, selfless big brother, but it’s like something snaps within him when he sees you so drugged and out of it.

He tries talking to you immediately, surveying how you feel, if you’re in pain, etc. Bonus points if you’re crying- he’ll try to ask if there’s anything he can do to help.

He tries to read the little pamphlet with care instructions from the nurses but he can’t even focus on it because he’s so concerned about you.

I feel like Darry would try and shadow you 24/7 post-surgery. If you’re asleep or simply resting on the couch he would pop his head in just to make sure you weren’t laying on one cheek or eating solid foods.

Again, this is more of a modern au type of deal- I think Darry would try and scold anyone who tried to record you. BUTTT he would take a picture for himself to keep as a silly memory, not to tease you endlessly.

He would probably be the one to drive you home post-surgery. He volunteered himself since he trusts himself enough to bring you back safely.

He shushes you when you try to ramble, he doesn’t egg you on like the others.

Story time:

My story isn’t all that interesting, but it was pretty funny to me when I retell it from my own perspective. I wanted my parents to record me so bad, but my mom insisted on not doing so. Okay so— I was brought into the operating room and sat down like normal. After about 30 minutes, who I think ended up being my surgeon came in with a thick ass needle. I knew right then and there that was the anesthesia. He starts asking me about school, what grade I’m going into, and what my favorite subject is as he’s injecting the anesthesia into my arm. I was talking like normal and I swear I blinked ONCE and I was suddenly in the backseat of my dad’s car. I remember closing my eyes for .2938384882 seconds and opening them to find myself sobbing and asking something along the lines of, “but how did I get from there to here?” and “Is it over?” repeatedly. I was sort of hunched over my lap/the back of the passenger seat with my hand stuck out towards my dad. I remember him holding it and trying to comfort me because he thought I was in pain or something. I’m 99% sure I was just confused and a little overwhelmed with the surgery feeling like a LITERAL blink of an eye. I wasn’t sad or hurting or anything like that. What’s cute is that my best friend got her wisdom teeth taken out just months before I did and claimed she was crying for me. I ended up doing the same thing, asking both my mom and my dad if she was okay and if I could text her to tell her I was awake. I also remembered seeing my brother get escorted from the exit doors into the backseat next to me. He had his eyes closed and mouth open saying shit like “I am fully awake and fully conscious” knowing DAMN well he was nowhere near planet earth. He swears he never said that but I remember him trying to act all hard so vividly. OKAY THIS IS GETTING LONG—. To conclude my little story time, I have to specify that this happened the summer after 8th grade and my Outsiders obsession was still so new to me because I read it 4th quarter of 8th grade. I was a lot more awake by the time I got home, so I could somewhat slurp down some of the milkshake my dad bought me. My mom and I laid down in her bed and we binged the Karate Kid movies together since she grew up as a Ralph Macchio/Michael J. Fox kind of girl lol. She also knew that I was really into The Outsiders and said I would like Karate Kid because I thought Ralph was sooo cute. My cheeks were bruised and puffy for WEEKS and I literally hated every single second of recovery. It felt like I could taste my own flesh because there were literal holes in my mouth from where the teeth used to be. To end this (for real this time) on a better note, I think it’s safe to say the surgery wasn’t all that scary. I was really nervous beforehand, but it turned out just fine. I recovered quickly and safely, and that’s all that really matters. So if you’re scared, don’t be! It wasn’t bad at all.

IF YOU READ MY LITTLE STORY YOU HAVE MY WHOLE HEART LOL (ts was NAWTTT little, it was longer than all of the headcanons combined)

TYSM FOR READING!!!

-Sophia 🫶🏼

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god forbid gym bro darry needs his protein 🙄

POV: Curtis brothers after their parents die

Unironically tho… maybe not at the same time but… I mean…

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Matt Dillon in A Kiss Before Dying (1991)

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this scene omg.

the way bob looks at Dianne makes me JANDHJXJEN (also she looks so gorgeous i'd look at her like that too)

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Smitten (pt. 2)

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader!crush

Warnings: None.

Summary: A continuation of Smitten. I suggest you read pt. 1 first if you haven’t already <3

Author’s Note: I lowkey hate the way I wrote this… I feel like it took me sooooo long to get to the point. I apologize ahead of time if this is disappointing 🥀🥀

Word Count: 2.1k.

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The last glimpse of sunlight shone onto your hair, barely peaking through the blinds of your bedroom window. After a long week of waiting and wishing each day to pass quicker than the next, it was finally Friday night. Your stomach had been in knots the entire school day, stealing every glance you could at Ponyboy during today’s English lesson. After class, he managed to catch you as you mindlessly stuffed your notebook into your bag. “How is tonight lookin’? Are you still up for the drive-in?”

His gentle voice was like a broken record in your mind; you couldn’t forget the sound of it even if you wanted to. Tonight had to be perfect. It was going to be the first night you’d ever hung out with him outside of school. Was it nerve wracking? Very. But after a week of waiting, your time had finally come. You shut your compact mirror, racing for the front door to your house. Bidding your folks goodbye, you strode down the driveway nervously. Ponyboy was to pick you up, courtesy of his brother, Sodapop. He almost lost his mind when you replied and said you would have to walk to the drive-in this evening.

Your skin absorbed every last inch of sunlight that remained. Surely Ponyboy would like today’s sunset; the bright hues of scarlet red ranging to shades of a pale yellow. It felt poetic to watch that rusted Ford make a stop just as nightfall took over.

Sodapop honked, flashing a smile your way. “Pony wants you in the back,” he said sheepishly, ducking his head in case of attack.

Ponyboy’s lips pursed into a thin line, trying to refrain from retaliation. He pushed open the door to the backseat, scooting over for you. He smiled shyly, “Hi.”

The tension caused by his brother didn’t go unnoticed. It was only a matter of time before you would be dropped off, and Ponyboy would be his normal self around you again.

“Hi,” you replied. Your hand pushed against the side of your head, trying to give it that last bit of volume. Your lips remained glossed and pink, a delicate way to enhance your beauty.

The beige backseats were a bit disheveled, but you didn’t mind. A free ride was a free ride. Ponyboy leaned back against his seat, his hands resting just between his legs. He seemed tense, almost nervous in some sense. If anything, you were supposed to be the nervous one. After months of growing closer to the boy, your longing for his love just about ate you alive. School wasn’t the best place to talk about such things. But tonight was supposed to be the night. No more stalling.

The drive was relatively quiet. Sodapop stole quick glances at the two of you, more specifically Ponyboy. After last week’s awkward run-in, you weren’t all too sure that he liked you. You saw him poking fun at you with his friend.

Thoughts of that night were shaken off as Sodapop parked just down the street from the Admiral Twin. “You kids need a ride home too?” he questioned, turning his head at an angle to be able to read your expression.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Sodapop chuckled, leaning in closer. “Ladies, ladies, one at a time,” he teased. “No, seriously. Agree to disagree.”

Ponyboy shrugged, looking to you for assistance. “I figure if it ain’t too chilly, I could walk you?”

More alone time with Ponyboy? Of course. “Okay then, it’s settled,” you beamed.

You were first to step outside of the Ford, smoothing out any wrinkles that dared to ruin your skirt. You didn’t iron it to hell and back for nothing. Ponyboy followed behind you. He grazed his palm over his hair, trying to make sure it was neatly greased back. No bumps allowed.

The door shut with a ‘thud’. Sodapop cracked his window, pointing a finger at Ponyboy, “You two have fun, alright? Darry wants change-!” He quickly made his departure, disappearing into the dimly lit road ahead.

Ponyboy’s lips slowly eased into a kind smile. There he was. That was the Ponyboy you were excited to see. “What?” you asked slyly.

He shook his head, leading the way to the chain link fence that surrounded the parked cars. “Nothin’. I’m just happy to see you,” he said simply.

You followed behind, chasing after that energy. There was more of it; you were sure of that. “Ponyboy, how come your brother didn’t drop us off at the ticket booth?”

“I asked him not to. We can sneak in,” Ponyboy replied, a strange gleam of mischief in his green-gray eyes. This was a new side of him you had never seen before. It felt performative, like he was trying to impress you.

“Sneak in? Like- like hop the fence?” you asked for clarification.

He nodded. “Go under, not over. I had a friend teach me. Only thing we would have to pay for is snacks.”

Though a wave of hesitation battled against your willingness to enjoy the night with him, you found yourself dusting your skirt off just moments later. You considered yourself lucky for not staining it, or worse- tearing it.

Ponyboy’s gaze scanned the area before nodding at you to follow him. He guided you towards the concession stand. “What would you like? I can pay for anything you want.”

“We can share popcorn if you’re down for that,” you suggested. You kept close by, your hand longing to hold onto his.

Ponyboy gave a quick nod. He led you towards the line, mentally preparing himself to order. A handful of change was pulled from his back pocket as he rummaged through nickels and dimes. As he held both of the drinks, Ponyboy squeezed the popcorn bucket between his elbows. He grunted, trying to position it so that it wouldn’t spill.

“I’ve got it, Pony,” you insisted, reaching for the flimsy bucket.

He shook his head defiantly, “No, it’s okay. You find some seats, how ‘bout that?”

With a reluctant sigh, you led the way down the aisle in between the familiar red seats of the drive-in. The area for those without cars was much closer to the screen as well as the concession stand. You walked steadily down one row, glancing over your shoulder at Ponyboy. He wobbled his way into the seat beside you, a few pieces of popcorn falling to the ground. He set both drinks down under his chair, balancing the popcorn on his lap. “See? I got it,” he smiled cheesily.

He was such a dork that it was oddly attractive to witness. Maybe he was done playing ‘Mr. Big Shot’ for the night, and he would drop the gentleman act now that you two had settled.

You reached for a handful of popcorn, scanning the seats around you to grow familiar with your surroundings. You shoved that same handful inside your mouth, covering your lips as you chewed and crunched relentlessly. Ponyboy took two pieces and politely placed them inside his mouth.

With a sharp inhale, you twisted your head his direction. “Ponyboy?” you asked, though it sounded more like a statement then anything.

“Hm?” he lifted his straw up to his lips and sipped slowly.

That uneasy feeling of anxiety washed over you once again. It hit you right in the gut, causing a look of discomfort. It was now or never. Confessing would hopefully kill the tension between you. If all went well, tonight’s movie ‘date’ would go even smoother than planned. You swallowed hard, “Pony, we’ve got to talk.”

He grew silent, his carefree demeanor faltering. “About…?” A million thoughts were running through his head at once. He didn’t like your tone - the way it came out nervous and unsure. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Well… I sort of thought that…” you mumbled, your hands fidgeting with your skirt. “You know since we’ve been friends and all…”

Ponyboy ducked his head closer to yours, trying to make sense of each word you spoke. His leg bounced up and down.

“I just wanted to say-,” you began, the projector ahead turning on. The opening credits for the movie began to play, and before you knew it, the screen had Ponyboy’s undivided attention. You choked back the rest of your words, deciding that maybe saving them for later was best.

Ponyboy was certain that he saved himself from whatever bad news was ahead. He simply stared at the projector and munched on the popcorn in his lap. He cleared his throat nervously, sinking into his seat. Ponyboy had been excited for tonight. Excited watch this highly anticipated movie? Yes, but also to see you. To spend time with you. He never had the chance to do so outside of school, and here he was, soiling it all because he was nervous. Ponyboy felt guilt seep deeper and deeper within him until he couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore. He tore his gaze away, shifting his focus back to you. “I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”

You were completely caught off guard. “Oh, nothing. I was just going to ask… um… about you walking me home.” You kept your eyes on Ponyboy’s, reaching for a handful of popcorn to hide your flustered state. Ponyboy mirrored your movements, his hand clamping down on a few kernels. Your hand brushed against his inside the bucket as if the world was encouraging you to confess your feelings already.

Ponyboy snorted, squeezing your fingers back playfully. “Well,” he drawled quietly, bringing his voice to a gentle whisper. “I sort of wanted to talk to you too.”

That nervousness came right back just as soon as it left. Your legs crossed in preparation for whatever it may be that he had to say. Was he going to inform you of a girl he fancied? Was he going to drop it on you that it was your best friend?

Ponyboy took another sip of his soda, fiddling with the drink in hand. “You see, I really… really wanted to spend some time with you tonight. You’re a great friend. But- I don’t think I would want to keep you as just a friend,” he cringed, feeling his ears turn to a shade of burning red.

Your lips parted, shock written all over your face. For a moment, you couldn’t even think of how to respond. Ponyboy had thrown a total curveball at you by snatching your own words right from your mouth. “Are you serious?”

He nodded slowly, his cheeks rising as that same dorky smile overcame all fear and embarrassment he felt. “I really like you.”

“I was going to say the same thing-! Pony!” you squealed, wrapping both arms around his neck as your body hovered over the popcorn bucket.

Ponyboy smiled to himself, subtly leaning into your touch. “Should’ve said something sooner. This could’ve been a real date if you did,” he mumbled into your hair.

“What’s stopping this from being a real date?” you asked.

“I didn’t get to ask you out properly. That’s why,” he sighed, rubbing a hand to the back of his neck as you sat back down. “I was nervous.”

“Oh, Pony, I didn’t even know you felt that way about me. I don’t blame you. Not at all.”

He hung his head, flustered by your reassurance. “Thanks. I guess I was just scared that you’d turn me down, you know?”

“Will you kids hush?” a man behind the two of you hissed. His finger pressed against his lips as a wrinkle formed between his brows. The man took a second to glare at each of you. “Get all mushy somewhere else, damnit!” he whisper-shouted.

An immediate smile formed along your cheeks, though you quickly brought a hand upwards to cover it. Your eyes were locked onto the projector ahead, noticing that Ponyboy had just about the same reaction to the scolding. He snorted, bending over his lap to let it all out. You giggled, sinking into your seat. His smile bought a crinkle to your eyes, and a rush of pure joy to your heart. Ponyboy reached for your side, trying to get you to settle down, though he wasn’t setting a good example himself.

The man behind you huffed, shaking his head in disapproval. “Damn kids.”

Getting ‘mushy’ was an understatement. The swell of your heart every time Ponyboy smiled at you in the hallway, the witty jokes he made to cheer you up, and the kind words he always cast your way weren’t him being ‘mushy’. It was subtle hints he hoped you’d pick up on. Months and months of mutual interest, yet mutual fear of rejection were something you both shared. You weren’t just ‘mushy’ about Ponyboy, and neither was he about you.

You were simply smitten.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS ONE AHH

-Sophia 🫶🏼

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i desperately need more mooties. the ratio of followers to mutuals i have is so unbalanced 💔

please please please lmk if you want to be moots w me

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i’m going to try to shoot for around 5pm cst as like a “scheduled posting time” from now on.

that way i can write during any spare time throughout the way AND im off of work by then so it works out perfectly. 5-8 is usually bed rot time anyway, so i’d be putting aside those hours for a better purpose

i’m 99% sure i’ll post today but i lowkey hate the way i worded the entire fic

if i don’t post, it’s probably because i got too frustrated to finish lmao

i’ll be fine. i’ll survive.

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guys i finally curled 10 lbs today at the gym today 🙏🏼

congrats to me!!

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i would love to have the entire storyline of the outsiders but from each character’s perspective.

i think it would be so interesting to see how the story completely changed based off who’s edition you read.

like bob’s would be NOTHING like ponyboy’s (i’m aware that characters can experience similar situations and struggles, but i mean the obvious things like friend group/family/class)

i would kill for a darry, johnny, bob, and cherry pov so so badly.

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i’m trying to finish this fic and tan at the same time bro

i can’t see SHIT out here.

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omg i hate when im trying to write and i think of a little detail SO specific and fitting for a character but i get scared no one else will catch on to it

like yes- there is a reason why i made this character say that. there is a reason why i decided to make this character do this INSTEAD of that.

i wish i could just sneak in a little note after each detail i put but it would ruin the vibe of it sm

like i just have to wing it and hope you guys see the vision i had when writing 🥀🥀

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i’m currently at the gym thinking about how darry was probably the most gym bro of all gym bros when he was in high school.

i think he was focused on strength training to better himself for the team. if he didn’t put in his best effort, he felt like he had failed the football team entirely. besides that, he probably lifted for fun or just bragging rights. not everyone can curl 40 pound dumbbells with ease…

buttttt when his high school football career came to an end, he primarily kept his physique by roofing houses because it requires him to lift heavy material all day long. those muscles ain’t going NOWHERE

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i know the outsiders is just fiction, but the amount of anxiety i feel when i imagine myself in pony’s shoes is insane.

i could not imagine myself losing both of my parents. i could not imagine myself being jumped by a group of boys on the way home. i could not imagine myself having to look at the body my best friend had taken life from. i could not imagine myself running away from home to hide in an abandoned church with no outside connections for a week. i could not imagine myself running into a fire (saving people or not, that’s scary AS FUCK). i could not imagine myself hearing my best friend say their final words to me before dying. i could not imagine myself watching my best friend get shot multiple times and die before my own eyes.

i think he LITERALLY experienced hell within that one week. no matter the age, that’s a shitload of trauma to unpack. i will forever feel for ponyboy 🙁🙁

I feel like a lot of people skimmed over the part of the book where Ponyboy got a concussion and was so loopy and in a state of denial that he was trying to convince himself and his school friends that Johnny was not dead and that it was him, not Johnny who killed Bob. It really is tragic that so many people just boil this part of the book down to “Oh, Ponyboy just got a concussion” ITS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.

He really was just a 14 year old boy who went through hell all in one week.

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ykw since i’m so behind i think i’ll alternate between a new request and then an older one bc if i keep working on only older requests then all of the new ones are going to become old requests too

is the math mathing?? 😭

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WOOF WOOF

matt dillon’s chest hair is not appreciated enough.

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matt dillon’s chest hair is not appreciated enough.

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YESSS definitely continue it omggg

WILL DO ANON 🗣️🗣️