#SOcs

[hellothereimaloser]

Ponyboy still dreams of drowning...

Before I got sick I managed to draw this oneee, it was hella out of my comfort zone but I like how it turned out eventually 🥺💞

And yes it's exactly what you think it is 😔

[lemons-bittersweet]

Johnny: No twobit I’m this *shows gay flag*

Twobit: You’re French?

[sams-butt-dem0n]

The gang reacting to reader breaking up with them

DARRY doesn't really know what to do when you break the news to him that you're dumping him. He stands there shocked for a few seconds to gather his emotions before even attempting to ask.

"Why? Did I do something?" He says, his chin shaking a little but you can visibly see him pushing back the tears.

"I just can't deal with this anymore," you say. "All I'm trying to do is help you provide for your family and you can't even stop for ten minutes to say thank you and spend a little time with me. Ten minutes. that's all I'm asking for."

You can see the guilt written all over his face. You knew he wasn't going to change - you had this discussion many times before and every time it ended the same: him saying he'll change and that he's sorry you feel that way, and then never doing anything about it and going back to work the next day as if what you had talked about meant nothing.

He just nodded and let a singular tear roll down his cheek as he opened his front door for you and watched you walk down the street with your bags and out of his life forever.

SODAPOP would completely fall apart if you dumped him. He would come home from work with a huge grin plastered on his face, ready to give you a cuddle and a kiss but it soon dropped when he saw you. Standing there with a bag on the table, waiting for him. There was nobody else home, it was supposed to be a day dedicated to the two of you.

"Babe, what's going on?" He asks. "Are we going on a road trip or something? because if we are, give me five minutes for a shower and I'll-"

"Soda," you say, cutting him off.

You saw his head hang to the floor, his eyes darted at the floor. He knew what was happening. he just didn't want to admit it.

"I'm sorry," you say.

"Why?" He asks, hot tears streaming down his face as he looks up to meet your eyes, his stare hurting your heart. "What did I do? I'll fix it I promise. I promise I'll fix whatever you think went wrong."

You sighed, your breath shaking from the water gathering in your eyes. "There's nothing left to fix, sodapop. It's already shattered."

And with that, you pick up your bag, grab his hand and give it a small squeeze, your last touch of Sodapop Curtis, before walking out and not looking back once.

PONYBOY would be a mix between Darry and Soda. He wouldn't know what to do considering you were his first-ever girlfriend and he would also be heartbroken beyond belief. You would be a little mean about the breakup, not to hurt his feelings, but to make sure he never came back into your life. To make sure he thought you were gone for good and there was nothing he could do to change your mind.

"Ponyboy," you say, sitting up from being laid on his bed. "There's something I gotta talk to you about."

Convern layers through his eyes. "Yeah, sure. What's wrong?"

You sigh. "Before I say anything, I just want you to know that you are such a sweet guy and I will always appreciate you for everything you've done for me and all the sunsets you've shown me."

"Y/n," he begins, his voice much quieter now. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Pony," you say, wiping a tear from your cheek and standing up. "I can't be with you any more."

"What?" He asks, his voice cracking. He stays seated and just looks up at you in disbelief, not wanting to accept what you're saying.

"You're just too immature. I know we're only kids and that's what young boys do but I need someone who isn't gonna spend their life goofing around and starting fights with random people. I don't want to be with someone who has nothing lying ahead for them. Don't get me wrong, I think you're real sweet 'n all but it's just not good enough for me to stay. I'm sorry."

Tears were falling down his cheeks, somewhat gracefully, leaving a hot pink trail behind. He says nothing as he watches you leave his room, say goodbye to the gang as if you hadn't just shattered his heart, and walk out.

DALLAS would pretend to be unfazed. Especially if you hadn't been dating for that long. It would be short and snappy.

"I'm breaking up with you."

"Okay."

You're not gonna ask me why?"

"Nah."

-

However, if the two of you had been together for over a year, I'd say; he would be destroyed. You were the only thing he loved, apart from Johnny. You were the only person he had ever said those three words to you. You were his first everything, and now he had lost you. It was all his fault.

"Can I do anything to make you stay?" He asks, his cheeks a lot redder than usual and his eyebrows furrowed, a giveaway that he is upset.

"No," you say, as coldly as you can, wanting to get away and cry for a few days.

"So that's it then?" He says. "I tell you that I love you and this is how you repay me? I give you everything I have, knowing what it could do to my reputation, and this is what I get?"

He scoffs. "So much for love, huh?"

He would be the one to walk away from you, not having the power to throw an insult, just letting his heart slowly split in two as he feels his soul separate. He had not only lost you, but he had lost a part of himself, too.

JOHNNY was used to being left, uncared for, abandoned, and mistreated. But he never expected it from you, the one person he thought loved him. He would cry just like he did in the lot when he and Pony had that talk (Yk what I'm talking about).

"Johnny," you say. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" He asks, confusion written all over his face.

You sigh and lift up a bag of all of the things he had given or made you during your relationship. Cards, love letters, teddies, jackets, bracelets. Everything.

"I- I don't understand," he says, his eyes welling up with tears.

"It's not your fault, Johnny. It's me." You say, the words breaking your heart. "I just can't do it anymore. It's too much for me. I'm sorry."

"But-"

"Don't." You say. "If you say anything, I'll end up running back to you and apologising. I don't want to do this, Johnny. But it's what's best."

TWO-BIT definitely thinks you're joking at first, and thinks that you're playing some sick prank on him.

"Haha, very funny, sweetheart," he says. "But seriously, what did you want to say."

He swings an arm over your shoulders, causing you to push him away and glare at him.

"I'm not messin'" you say, watching his face drop.

"Huh?" Two-bit says. "I don't understand. Why are you doin' this?"

"I have to. I'm not happy, Kieth. I'm sure you'd rather be happy in the future without me than be depressed knowing that your girlfriend doesn't love you like she used to."

A tear slips from his eye. "You don't love me anymore?"

You shake your head, tears flowing down your face, painting the skin red. "No. I don't."

STEVE would be like Dally. He'd pretend to be so unbothered and then as soon as you leave, he'd gradually break down throughout a couple of days until he can't fight his emotions for much longer. He and Soda would sit and get so drunk to try and distract Steve from whatever was going on, Darry would constantly be checking in on him, and Dallas would be so beyond pissed at you for hurting him, you'd think there was a manhunt out for you.

"Honey," Steve says. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off lately. Is it something I did?"

You and Steve had been arguing a lot lately, and it was tiring the both of you out. It was either going to end now or end badly, no in-between.

"I think we should break up. Not take a break - break up." You said, straight to the point.

His face said all that his words didn't. His eyes pleaded for your forgiveness, the softness of his pupils melting into yours, his brown orbs absorbing you into his atmosphere like you were there for him and him only. You had to escape now before you were trapped forever.

"Okay."

He shrugs and leaves you there, in the middle of the street. Confused and alone. Just like you had left him.

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Day 7 of Kinkmas: Sleeping In The Lot With Sodapop Curtis

KINKMAS 🎄🧤❄️

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

Warning: making out, hickeys, protected sex, public sex

Y/N’s POV

Sodapop and I are going to the drive-in to see Beach Blanket Bingo tonight, we’ve been wanting to go somewhere alone for quite sometime because of him working including me going to school.

When Soda and I got to the drive-in, I can see some socs and their Mustangs and Corvairs, as usual. When Soda and I parked we went to the concession stand to get some food and snacks. When we got there, I see Bob and Randy, looking smug as ever.

“Just ignore them.” I whisper into Soda’s ear.

“I will Y/N/N.” He whispers back.

We get our food and drinks and we walked out like there was no one in the room. We get back to the car and get in the trunk of Soda’s truck and we get comfortable, ate our food, I cuddle up with Soda and enjoy the movie.

After the movie, Soda decided to take us to the lot to be somewhere quieter. I cuddled up with Soda again and look up to the stars to see any shapes in the sky.

“Did you like the movie?” Soda says looking at me.

“Yeah I did, I really loved the dancing and the fashion in the movie.” I say looking at him.

“I only liked the dancing.” He jokingly says.

“Come on, what else did you like?” I asked him.

“Fine, I liked the dancing and the sets of the movie.” He says trying to think.

“I like that better.” I smile.

Soda looks at me and kisses me, I kiss back. We look at each other and I make him get on top of me. We begin to make out, we haven’t done this in a while now but I’m glad we’re doing this.

Soda begins to touch my body, I moan, but I try to keep my moaning quiet because there’s neighbors everywhere. I feel him giving me love bites, I gasp. I get on top of him and gave him some hickeys as well.

“This is new to me Y/N/N.” Soda whispers in my ear.

“Just want to give my baby what he wants.” I whisper back.

“I like the sound of that.” He smirks.

I giggle and continue to kiss his neck. He wraps his arms around me and continues to touch me which makes me to giggle. Soda makes me lay down on the ripped up car seat and grabs a condom.

“You wanna do this?” He says to me.

“We’ll just be quiet.” I sit up and whispers in his ear.

We begin take our clothes off, Soda gets the condom on him and begins to fuck me slowly, I cover my mouth so I can be quiet. I gasp a little, he really is so good at this.

I flip us over so I can be on top, I begin to ride him. He grabs on my hips and guides me, I already can tell I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I sway my hips to make him feel deeper inside me, he covers his mouth and groans. I giggle at him. I make him sit up so he’s looking at me and he looks at my breasts.

“I don’t mind if you do anything to em’.” I say to him.

He grins and starts to do something to the valley of my breasts, I tug on his hair, I feel him sucking my nipples, which makes me arch my back and lean my head back by the pleasure of him now giving me more hickeys. My parents are going to kill me, I hope we have children one day.

After him being a sex crave addict, we lay on the car seat. I feel his heart beating and he touches my hair.

“I hope we can do this somewhere more private Soda.” I say looking up at him.

“So we can be louder?” He grins.

“Maybe.” I giggle.

We look at the stars again, they different than the last time I saw them.

“I promise I’ll make daddy fuck me harder.” I whisper.

“Let’s just go to an abandoned warehouse and, daddy will make you beg.” I says in a deep voice.

“What if mommy wants to take control?” I pout.

He winks at me, he knows I’ll take control and make him feel good like he does with me.

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GUYS JASON WENT BACK TO HIS ROOTS TONIGHT💔

Picture credits to @useumofoadway on insta

[lanalover8sblog]

i am starting to understand what yall mean by the outsiders social media glorifying/only posting the socs

[calinaaaaaaaa]

Gays

[lemonysunsets]

Fanon Johnny Cade: Sweet, innocent lil guy who would never hurt a fly and never thought an inpure thought in his whole life. Doesn't know what a curse word is and just a shy wittle baby man uwu cinnamon roll

Canon Johnny Cade: A trouble teenager with trauma from growing up in an abusive household and getting harassed all his life by socs, while also getting jumped as well. Doesn't speak if he doesn't need to. Always on guard and tense. Suicidal and lost hope in the world, wishing for a way out of the chaos.

[suesdebut]

Soc style vs. Greaser style

Socs: Bold colors, pastels, short skirts, letterman jackets, long sleeves, and sleek clothes. Socs wear lots of bright and pastel colors. Pastel colors signify elegance, optimism, innocence, and even dreaminess. Mini Skirts are a huge part of the girly soc style, in the 60’s they were a sign of the new generation and playfulness. Letterman jackets are a sign of academic achievements, popularity, and toughness in the 60’s.

Greasers: grays, blues, browns, dark-toned colors, denim, grungy, tank tops, long or ripped pants, flannels, and jean jackets. Denim is CRUCIAL to the Greaser style, denim often symbolizes revolution, the working class, and opposing mainstream ideas. Blue is a color of loyalty, every single greaser is loyal to each other. Every greaser is wearing something blue, the only one that isn’t is Darry. He wears lots of brown, brown is a color of strength and dependability. It’s important that he’s not wearing blue because Ponyboy perceives Darry as someone who isn’t loyal to him, but really Darry is always there for Pony, he just doesn’t realize it.

I’ve never seen the musical, so I hope I did okay! Let me know if you guys want me to do specific characters!

[fizzysodasocarbonated]

justice for tulsa, search fhis town high and low!!!

the background aas made in maybe 3 minutes do not look too closely at it

[dallasgallant]

I’ve seen a few posts calling attention to the similarities between Bob and Dallas and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Specifically I want to call attention to this:

Only one person ever told them no, but it wasn’t the no they needed.

Everyone their age is afraid to tell them no, they always get what they want. For Bob it’s because he leads, for Dally it’s because he’s a Hood- both of them have a reputation and live up to it. Bob’s parents won’t tell him no because they don’t think they have to any trouble he gets into is anyone’s fault but his (because blaming him would point out their bad parenting) and Dally isn’t around his dad enough or the man doesn’t give enough of a shit. The difference is that Bob wants his parents to parent and feel - Dally doesn’t know if he wants anything anymore.

The only people to ever say no in a way that affected them were Cherry and Johnny. They said it and came out unscathed when anyone else would’ve gotten hurt. Cherry refusing to get in the car and aid in his drunken antics (even if she later caves to social pressure) and Johnny telling Dally to lay off the girls. The difference being Dallas silently stalks off and listens…

These are the “no” they’d listen to but not one they needed. Not the law and attention they both lacked… both of their behaviors and personalities are cry for help that goes ignored by adults and friends alike— who assume it’s just their nature.

It goes to show that sometimes we all have the same types of problems regardless of socioeconomic class, it’s just what they make someone that differs. Bob is praised and held up while Dally is seen as the lowest of the low.

In the end they both died violent and young and desperate. Failed by the same systems and structures.

[lemons-bittersweet]

Little soda looking at his parents while they tell him they didn’t get him a pony but had another kid:

[alienturnipp]

Update: Image description in Alt

This comic is made as the response to @thedasincolor's prompt, exploring how the Contact Clan Lavellan mission could have gone for my Ellana ✨

Splash of Color Saturday Prompt: Tell us about how different families, groups, cultures, and societies welcome visitors! When Inquisition Agents reach out to Clan Lavellan, or when they enter the Jaws of Hakkon, what might they expect to encounter? When a Warden calls upon the Legion of the Dead, how are they welcomed, and what are the customs that differ between the dwarves outside of Orzammar and those within? When we reach out to allies across the sea, or meet with diplomats from the indigenous Seheron people or in Rivain--or elsewhere? How do these welcomes differ for strangers, for armed people, for unarmed people, for children, for long-lost family?

Ellana's hand poses in the "folding betel leaf" page is heavily referenced from this video. The phoenix-wing betel and the trope of Deshanna recognizing her daughter from how the betel was prepared are also inspired by the Vietnamese folktale "Tấm Cám", which has a similar ending reveal to Cinderella where instead of the glass slipper, the King saw a set of phoenix-wing betel and immediately recognized it as being made by his long-lost love, and reunited with her at last. I've included some images under the cut of how it looks like in real life.

A noble's betel kit (with gold, silver, jade, ivory, Nguyễn Dynasty):