#Soc script

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

I also might repost from the start and actually break it down into scenes rather than just pieces if that makes it easier for everyone? And then I could make a master post with like to episodes and scenes so it’s easier to navigate. It’s broken down into scenes on my doc but I didn’t really organise it before I started posting because it was a bit spur of the moment haha

[torvagatai]

I really do think this is the beginning of the end of Netflix book adaptations. What author is going to sign with Netflix over any of its competitors, knowing that they'll likely be cancelled early without closure? Or, even worse, that their story will be scripted but never made and the rights never sold on? Far better to accept a lower deal from a smaller streamer, but earn more publicity through more seasons and know that your story will be treated properly and see the light of day.

[padfoot-lupin77]

Listen I’m slightly sleep deprived and generally my thoughts are untrustworthy in this situation, but what if we, the grishaverse fandom, tried to find a hacker and convince them to hack and release the scripts for the soc spinnoff from Netflix’s archives… like. Just a thought

[realwizardshit]

I've just finally seen some Fun Malware. Where it's like weird, obfuscated but not so much that it's total gibberish, but in a way that's pretty blindingly obviously malicious. I don't have the powershell knowledge to decode it myself easily, it'd probably take a week of studying at least to do it by hand, and I don't have a sandbox to run it and look at the logs. Malware analysis is not my thing, it's kind of a fucking nightmare. However. This is Code Analysis, and programming is the interest that started my entire career.

[phantosss]

Fuck it I will make the spinoff myself

[emmikoochaitea]

guys I’m fine..

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

fr sorry for not replying to your posts n texts right away i think in two languages at the same time and forget both as a result

[vadapega]

These rotating food gifs came in handy for SRB2's 2022 April Fools update, the entire thing was done through SOC coding.

what the fuck is this genre of gif called. i had a collection of these kinds of images and i lost them all these are only ones i can find.

[chaosandwolves]

They've not only had the SoC script, they even had one for Demon in the Wood

How do you plan on two spinoffs and cancel everything???

I'm saying this again

Netflix doesn't even WANT successful shows that have a bit of effort and skill put into them cause they don't want to pay for it

They rather produce trash and hope it takes off instead of investing into things that are actually promising and full of potential and have ppl who care, working on it

They all and we deserve better

Let's get them a new home!

[two-entire-bits]

Some thoughts and notes from tonight's show!!!

Act 1:

- Henry is the horniest Two-Bit ever:

- He thrusted his pelvis into the hubcap when he first entered, and then Steve, Soda, and Ace all mocked him and mimed it

- He took a handful of gravel and thrusted his pelvis into his hand & threw the gravel so it looked like he was jacking off on each beat at the start of GGAH

- He also moaned when he was grinding against Soda

- And he was just throwin that pelvis AROUND during his solo

- "Two-Bit, you got the grease?" "I might!"

- ARAMIE'S GGAH RIFF WAS DELECTABLE

- I just noticed only now that it's scripted so the audience never applauds after both RITF's

- When everyone walks into the Curtis house, Ace said "hi Darrel" and he responded "hey baby"

- Ponyboy had the most "my brothers talking to me about girls but I'm gay" look I've EVER seen during the anne margaret bit

- TWO-BIT BLEW A KISS TO MARCIA IN FATDI

- I'm not sure if he does this every show, but Brent was hunched over in the kitchen during Great Expectations, so he was resting his head on his crossed arms on the table, and it made him look so small

- Daryl plays Johnny SO WELL he goes from 16 year old kid to tough greaser in the blink of an eye

- AND HIS VOICE IS JUST SO DAMN GOOD. GOD.

- He was also playing with the gravel when he was sitting in the tire

- When Dally moved to go after Johnny's parents, Daryl put his fists up like he was gonna fight him off

- When Bob tosses his flask to Paul, Ryo rumbled it SO BAD

- JOHNNY AND PONY MOVING TO SIT WITH CHERRY AND MARCIA WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY I've seen Trevi and Sky and Brody and Sky before but Brody and Daryl??? Fucking UNMATCHED

- the way Daryl IMMEDIATELY ran to Pony after Darry hit him

- They were. um. They looked. Very caring. Towards each other. During FAFT

- Daryl sang "walking around the park" instead of "walking through the park" in Run Run Brother

- Daryl looked at the blood on his hands near the end of Run Run Brother and AUGH

- He also looked SO scared when Pony moves away from him on the "train"

Act 2:

- Aramie said "why don't you ask those socs why the line got crossed" instead of "ask the socs"

- Ryo flubbed the "you should be as mad as me" line in JFT

- Johnny's head was in Ponyboy's lap before, throughout, and after Throwing in the Towel

- Aramie and Brent skipped some lines in the scene before TITT and Brent just slowly walked toward Aramie and stopped, paused, and then said a line and you could see him figuring out which line to restart with

- During Hoods Turned Heroes when Darry lifted up Ace, Milena smacked Brent's ass

- Daryl's hospital gown is a different colour than Sky's? It was like, a muted darkish pink

- At the start of the rumble, a Soc yelled either "GET THE FUCK OFF" or "GET THE FUCK UP" to Two-Bit or maybe it was Soda? They were downstage left and I was back house left I couldn't see much)

- God the way Soda held Pony after Johnny dies...

- Some water from the rumble got in Aramie's mic during Little Brother and it made him sound all hollow and far away and it was really cool! He eventually tapped his mic and the water fell off but it was a really interesting effect while it lasted

- There was a BIG ass crash backstage when Cherry visits the Curtises before the finale (I think. It was somewhere around there)

There's probably some other things I forgot/missed BUT IT WAS SOOO GOOD Y'ALL and a Ponyboy cosplayer in the first row got the book tonight!!!

Oh also at stage door Renni complimented my hair and my outfit (and then he said, and I quote: "the fit is fitting!!") & said more people should dress up like I do when they see theatre, and later when he waved from his dressing room window he pointed at me and I don't think I'm ever gonna recover from that actually

And The Board!:

[babyscottoncandy]

Please, Please, Please

Dallas Winston,, The Outsiders

Summary: Dallas Winston x Soc¡Fem Reader,, You’ve always been the good girl—the golden girl of Tulsa’s high society. Perfect grades, perfect reputation, and the perfect boyfriend handpicked by your parents. But then there’s Dallas Winston. A no-good hoodlum with a reckless smirk and a cigarette always hanging from his lips. You should stay away. Everyone tells you to stay away.

TW:

Based off "Please Please Please" by Sabrina Carpenter

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You were raised to make good choices.

Or at least, choices that looked good on paper.

The kind of choices that got you gold stars and polite nods from the country club mothers. The kind that made your father proud and your mother sigh in relief.

Like dating Tom Carter—star quarterback, future businessman, the boy who kissed you on the cheek after school and never let his hands wander too low. Like always being the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect everything.

Then there was Dallas Winston.

Dally was the kind of mistake girls like you weren’t supposed to make. The kind that your father called trash and your friends whispered about in the hallways. A walking disaster, cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket, a cocky smirk always tugging at his lips.

You should’ve stayed away.

Everyone told you to stay away.

But the first time he called you princess—mocking, teasing, but still something soft hidden beneath—it was already too late.

“You gonna tell me what a girl like you is doin’ with a guy like me?”

Dally’s voice was lazy, smug, but there was something in his eyes when he asked—something uncertain, something that made your chest ache.

The two of you were parked just outside of town, sitting on the hood of his car, the distant hum of Tulsa fading into the night. The stars above were the only witnesses to whatever this was—whatever you were.

You hugged your knees, biting your lip. “I don’t know.”

It wasn’t a lie. Not really.

Maybe it was the way he made you feel something real—something outside of the script your life had been following since birth. Maybe it was the thrill of sneaking out, of breaking rules, of knowing that every time you were with him, you were doing something wrong.

Or maybe it was just him. Dallas scoffed, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “Bullshit.”

You turned to him, annoyed. “Why do you even care?”

He shrugged, staring ahead. “Just don’t want you cryin’ to your daddy when this all goes to hell.”

Your stomach twisted. When, not if.

You knew Dally. Knew what people said about him, what he was capable of. You’d seen the bruises on his knuckles, the way he spit blood onto the pavement like it was nothing.

You knew he wasn’t safe. But you weren’t asking for safe. You reached for his hand—hesitant, testing. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t pull away.

“Just don’t make me look stupid, Dally,” you murmured. “Please.”

For a moment, just a moment, something in his expression cracked.

Then he smirked. “No promises, princess.”

Your boyfriend found out. Or, well, your ex-boyfriend. Tom cornered you after school, jaw tight, voice low enough that no one else could hear. “You could’ve had anyone. Anyone, and you went with him?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because what could you say? That he was right? That you knew exactly how stupid this was, but you did it anyway?

Tom exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You’re better than this.”

You wished he was wrong.

The next time you saw Dallas, he had blood on his lip and a fire in his eyes.

“You should see the other guy,” he muttered, grinning like it was funny. Like he hadn’t just torn apart whatever was left of your reputation in this town.

You sucked in a breath, heart hammering. “Tell me you didn’t—”

He shrugged. “Had it comin’.”

Your stomach churned. “Dallas, this isn’t—”

“What? What isn’t it?” He took a step closer, voice edged with something sharp. “Worth it? Real?” His smirk faltered, just barely. “You gonna start listenin’ to what they all been tellin’ ya?”

You should’ve.

You should’ve walked away, should’ve let this all burn before it burned you.

But instead, you reached up, brushed your thumb against the cut on his lip, and whispered, “Please, please, please—don’t make me regret this.”

Dallas swallowed hard.

Then he kissed you like a promise he never planned to keep.

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[seilahdiaries]

୨୧ ── mornin’ announcements. 𝐒. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

. . . in which sodapop hears your sweet voice over the intercom, determined to find who you are

imagine ! ⋮ ⌗ 𝓯! reader warnings . . . none

ᝰ.ᐟ this is my first post on this blog! i hope you guys enjoy and look forward to my next posts. also almost famous refrence??

now playing . . . my sweet lord (2020 mix) - george harrison

the beginning of junior year meant a fresh start for you— curled hair and the soft scent of your sweet vanilla perfume lingered as you walked through familiar hallways.

with friends who lit up every room and boys whispering your name like a secret meant a promising year.

always living in the soft moments, in vanilla sweaters, with notebooks filled with pastel ink and being the calm in the storm was promising.

but for Sodapop Curtis, the beginning of junior year just meant another year of flunking. it was no secret that he wasn't the best student, the only class he had ever passed was mechanics!

and even then, the boy rarely showed up.

but after long lectures and multiple silent dinners over the summer in the Curtis household,

he decided on "turning a new leaf" as he had said to Steve Randle.

he had promised himself to attend atleast three days of school each week, and turn in his assignments on time. and oh, boy did that not happened.

when he walked inside his first class of the day, blinking away the sleepiness as the morning sun spilled through the windows, spilling over the polished wooden floors.

his eyes wandered until he saw Steve, slouched in the back row, where the teachers rarely looked. meaning they would rarely get chosen to answer questions.

and as he walked over, the room filled with soft laughter and talk from the new school year. he could feel the curious, drawn stares from many girls— even soc. whispering behind manicured hands, and their eyes filled with awe from his face.

sliding into the seat beside Steve, he contained a lazy smirk on his face.

just then the intercom crackled, interrupting student's conversation. Sodapop barely glanced up as the principal's old voice rang through the school.

"good morning students— welcome back to another great year.."

twirling a pencil in between his fingers, he merely listened even when a new voice continued, loud and enthusiastic, chicken burgers and soggy fries being on the menu that monday.

Soda didnt really care.

Steve leaned over, grinning like an idiot and passed a folded note. he opened it beneath the desk, pulling a quiet chuckle from him.

it had barely been twenty minutes of entering the school grounds, and he was already losing hope he would succeed this year.

the basic classrooms, the lights that were way too bright and people needing to discover deodorant were not helping.

he sighed and slouched in his seat, the voice that was too enthusiastic for the hour continued in his ears.

then—

your voice rang through the school.

soft and warm, nothing like reading off a script for the lunch menu, more like coming from your heart.

his hand froze, as he listened.

"i always tell the girls—never take it seriously. if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. if you never get hurt, you always have fun."

Sodapop sat up straighter, "and if you ever get lonely," you said voice softer than before, "go to the record store and visit your friends."

the old voice of the principal started again, but Sodapop paid no mind to it. and with it, the intercom crackled once more before silence enveloped the classroom.

Sodapop's mind wasn't thinking about writing notes or trying to shake off the sleepiness. he was thinking about you,

you and your voice, something about it just couldn't make him let go. you didn't sound like the other girls who did the announcements, loud and annoying, he thought. he also thought about what you said, it wasn't read off a script, you were different.

"Sodapop Curtis!"

the teachers voice interrupted his thoughts, loud and clear.

"are you here?" her eyes narrowing at him across the rows of desk.

"uh—yeah." he cleared his throat, suddenly hearing the few giggles of the girls nearby. Soda sat up straighter, brows furrowed, puzzled even. unaware of the effect he had on them.

even after a few moments, his mind drifted again. he leaned over to Steve,

"who was that? on the announcements." he asked in a hushed voice with the teachers voice taking attendance in the background.

Steve shrugged, barely looked up from the paper he was folding as he did not listened to them, "dunno, some popular girl maybe, yknow how they do things round' here."

he sighed, slightly disappointed he was no help.

he pressed his lips into a line just as he felt a paper airplane hit his cheek. Steve giggling high and ridiculous, not caring if he earned a few looks from others.

the rest of the hour was filled with muffled laughs, whispered jokes and crumpled papers. the two rushed out the class, although they weren't in a hurry at all to get to second hour.

now in second hour, Soda sat in his assigned seat. and after a long debate with himself, he leaned over mid-lesson to the guy next to him "hey, yknow who was on the announcements this mornin'?"

"nah, man."

he settled back into his seat after giving him a nod, again, slightly disappointed. he wasn't sure why he was disappointed, even if it was slightly.

in his third class, he had to sit beside a greaser girl, with black short hair, red nails and too much perfume.

he asked again.

she looked up at the sky, thinking, "it's those preppy, popular kids who go on the mic. its, like, a thing." she answered with a thick new jersey accent.

he nodded slowly and slouched back into his chair. if she were one of them, those girls who laughed loudly in the halls and in their daddy's wallet— then how come no one knew her name?

she didn't sound like one of them either,

she didn't sound like them at all.

and by the time lunch came around,

Sodapop had no leads. no names, or faces, only the sweet voice that echoed through the intercom that morning.

he had asked around, but it always ended with just shrugs, or guesses.

he sat with the gang, legs stretched out like he was at home. listening to Dally run his mouth way too loud about what he did last night.

Two-bit just getting back from stealing a second tray, the soggy fries from earlier, stuffed in his face.

and Steve nudging Soda anywhere he could— ribs, arm. about two girls he knew and going on a double date, but Soda half-listened, not interested.

then Dally made a joke, stupid and gross, but it made Soda laugh. he threw his head back in a laugh, his teeth shining.

and then you walked in.

with your soft blowout and pearl earrings. your arms linked with your friends, Marcia Meyrink and Evelyn Ella, who joked and made your face grow a small smile.

and you walked right past him.

your eyes never even glanced his way, and his didn't either. his head thrown back mid-laugh.

he had missed you, missed your small ballet pumps against the floor, missed the girl he'd been thinking about since the morning.

and so the first day ended like that, without any answers. but Sodapop wasn't about to give up.

he woke up the next day to half the gang in his house, with Steve eating chocolate cake with his hands. Two having Ponyboy in a headlock on the floor, both of them rolling on the rug.

usually, he would've joined in by now, going to school being long forgotten.

but yet he found himself thinking about your voice while getting ready, it lingering and replaying in his mind like a record.

he hasn't even seen you, but something about your voice felt real to him.

and as Sodapop jogged to school, running late, leaving Steve behind, all he could think about was how he was going to miss the morning announcements.

not even the fact that he had forgotten to bring his flannel, only in a white shirt, thankfully not stained with grease. or how he forgot to eat breakfast.

the school came into view as he jogged into the gates. inside the office Soda stood in line behind two students, one arguing over if they needed a tardy slip or not.

then, as he stood impatiently with only a notebook in his hand— he heard the crackle.

the familiar sound of the intercom filled the campus, as he subconsciously straighten his back.

he slowly moved one place in line, having only one student infront of him now as the principal's voice began, boring and practiced.

after the principal, a guys voice took over, reading off the script with deliberate intentions. the lunch that tuesday being a sandwich with mashed potatoes.

it was his turn in line, his voice polite like he was taught as he talked to the secretary. she barely spared him a glance as she wrote his tardy slip.

and then— you.

he heard your voice fill the air, replacing the previous with a your calming voice. he noticed the way your voice never sounded like you were reading off a paper, more like you were just talking.

he took the slip and walked slowly out the office, not in a rush anymore as he was trying to listen and take in your words.

but as he walked, something caught his eye.

a mic, a table, and headphones.

the announcements room.

he mindlessly passed it, but he felt his eyes brows furrow, realization hitting him. he backed up his steps a bit, lingering at the window.

he stood near the glass, quietly. seeing a tall, lanky guy messing with the dials. a blonde with too much lip gloss staring at her nails.

and a third— sitting near the mic with a lace detailed dress, her back towards him.

the principal also stood along, arms crossed, but it was definitely not him.

before he could get a second glance, his eyes met one from inside. a brunette now stood by the glass with crossed arms and a raised brow.

she looked at him with judging eyes before, with a smirk, shut the blinds. right in his face.

Soda blinked, frozen near the glass after getting the blinds shut on him. basking in the missed opportunity. he ran a hand through his hair, slow and uncertain.

he sighed softly, before having to turn away and continuing his walk to first period. your voice still lingering as you wrapped up the announcements.

in his first class, he couldn't help himself from wondering what you were doing right then. with Steve not there with him, he couldn't distract himself.

he didn't even know your name, and yet he couldn't stop making little scenarios in his mind.

maybe you were in the library, face in a book. or two classes down doodling hearts in the corner of your notes.

during his second class, he was listening to the teacher as he wrote down a math equation. snapping out of it when a voice beside him leaned over,

"man, this girl vivi— she thinks your real cute." the guy said in a causal, teasing tone.

Sodapop blinked, looking at him slightly dazed. before he spoke. "oh, uh nah," he offered a tight lipped smile.

"don't even wanna get to know her?"

Soda scratched the back of his neck, "..nah, tell her thanks though."

the guy laughed, "what, you got a girl or something?" before Soda could respond, he added— "or ya got a thing for that girl from the announcements?"

he froze immediately, dropping his hand from his neck as he blurted "no!"

"i mean— just no," he fixed softer, his eyes averting to the chalkboard again, pretending to read over the equation. the guy raised his hands in mock surrender but choosing not to press any further.

which left him wide eyed and his hand tapping against the edge of his desk.

the rest of the week had come with no leads, no names or faces again. just your voice at the start of the day. and Sodapop made sure he listened and was there everyday, as if, by focusing hard enough it'd lead him straight to you.

on a sunny saturday in the Curtis household, the sunlight spilling through the curtains, Soda sat shirtless in his room's floor besides Steve. with an untouched book laying on his lap, his eyes never even reading the first sentence.

"so, how's the "new leaf" goin for you? or are you just collecting tardy passes like baseball cards." Steve started.

before Soda could respond, a loud laugh came from the doorway.

looking up they both saw Two-bit now leaning against the doorway with a wide grin.

Soda rolled his eyes, "i'm doin' fine."

but that wasn't enough for them, the two greasers rose a brow, expecting an explanation to his recent behavior.

"man…just spill it."

he hesitated, how could he explain that the reasoning wasn't because of a girl he passed by at the drive in, or a girl in his class. but a voice, a voice he didn't even know who it belonged to.

but he spilled anyways. "there's this girl,"

"aha!" Steve pointed a pencil at him the same time Two whistled loudly and laughed, "i knew it! you've been acting all weird and quiet— like ya' just saw God or something.”

he groaned, throwing his head back as Two went and threw himself on the bed. "so? who is she?"

"¡ dunno," he answered honestly, "the girl on the announcements, always talkin at the end."

silence followed, neither of the boys seemed to have a clue as they looked at eachother like they should've know, but they didn't.

"she in the announcements?" Two asked, squinting.

he nodded, "Dally might know, yknow he got a thing for Cherry Valance, and she's in with all that junk."

Soda perked up instantly, eyes wide, and hope began racing through him.

springing up, he was on his feet before either of them could say another word. "hey— man wait" Steve called out, but Soda was already halfway down the hall.

his voice boomed and echoed through the house.

"where the hell is Dallas Winston?!"

he ran around every spot of the house, every corner of every room. moving faster than he had all week.

until finally, he spotted him outside through the front window, leaning against the fence out front. a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Johnny stood next to him, hands deep in his pockets.

he didn't stop for a second, or slow down. he sprinted out the door and down the porch. words that were full of hope tumbled out his mouth, as he came to a halt infront of him.

"there's this girl— on the announcements—talks at the end, you know her? you gotta know her—Cherry's in it too, right? you've gotta hear her voice, it's like— man, it's like something outta a dream—"

he stopped only when he noticed his silence, Dallas squinting at him through the sun, brows drawn as smoke came from his lips. Johnny blinked, confused, as he looked between them.

"a girl. on the announcements." Soda repeated. "talks at the end. not Cherry. not her, this girls voice..its different."

Dallas took a slow drag, glancing away at the empty street. he shrugged one shoulder, as he exhaled the smoke again. his i don't care facade on.

"¡ don't know," his tone, flat. "but i do know some of them." he blew out the smoke, "there's a quiet one, could be her."

Sodas eyes lit up, his expression filled with hope. leaning forward, waiting for him to continue.

"don't know her, but, i’ll let ya’ know if i see her." Dallas said taking another drag.

Soda patted his back firmly, catching Dallas off guard. blurting out thank you's.

he turned on his heel, hope blooming in his chest. a grin wide on his face. he didn't even know a name, or even what'd she be doing monday-but suddenly,

for the first time since ever, he was already looking forward to monday.

the halls were mostly empty in the midst of the soft early monday morning. your pink ballet flats clicking softly against the floor.

the sound delicate, almost too pretty for the silence. walking down the halls, clutching the printed announcements script.

you liked the quietness around, only the soft murmurs of the few students passing by reaching your ears. but as you turned the corner—

three figures stood near the lockers, standing like they owned the damn hallway. you could immediately recognize one as Dallas Winston, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed and a cigarette behind his ear.

your eyes drifted, not to Dallas, or to the loud one punching the air infront of them with complicated swirls in his hair.

but to him. Sodapop Curtis, you had heard about him, the one with the smile and looks that made girls whisper when he passed by.

seeing his eyes shine bright so early nearly made you jealous. but your eyes instantly darted toward the ground as you approached closer.

why were they here so early? you thought, continuing your pace, not letting it falter. you didn't want to be noticed, but you could feel it coming anyways.

Dallas noticed you and immediatly nudged Soda, leaning in with a grin he said, "ain't that your girl?"

Sodas brows furrowed. "what?"

Dallas nodded towards you, "her, i think."

Sodapops gaze followed, his back straightening up. he watched for a second, maybe longer. but he didn't know, if anything he needed to hear your voice.

so Dallas—being Dallas— leaned against the locker and called out to you now passing by infront of them.

"hey sweetheart!" his tone was rough, teasing.

"need some help? be glad to help a pretty girl like you, i'll be real gentle." he added with a wink.

you didnt flinch.

you walked right past them, not even sparing a glance. you held your head high. ignoring him like he hadn't even spoken. like you'd walked through worse.

and Sodapop stood there, his gaze curious as he watched your hair sway with each step, your flats tapping farther and farther. even as you disappeared around the corner, you lingered in his head.

was that her? he thought.

maybe.

you looked the part, your face like someone who would hold the softness of that voice. but you hadn't spoken, and Sodapop-he needed that. the tone and softness that the voice he'd been hooked onto contained.

so he let it go

for now,

brushing Steve off when he asked if it was her. "did Dally scare er' off?" he asked stupidly.

but at lunch, you saw him once again, and even passed by his table.

the cafetería was filled laughter, sneakers dragging, and students. you were just passing by, a tray in your hands, with Evelyn besides you and her voice light in your ear.

and that's when he looked up, he wasn't looking for you, but as you came closer something caught his eye.

a simple glance was all it took, then he looked closer, really looked and noticed.

the soft knitted sweater the color of a seashell you had was completely different-warm and clean, unlike the people he was surrounded by. the light from the windows hit your hair just right.

and for second- his eyes narrowed, like his mind was trying to recognize you. from his morning memories, from the voice he's been holding onto.

and then, your eyes flickered towards him.

your eyes paused, a second to long to be called a glance.

just long enough to mean something-before shifting away again. just like you were taught. never to interact with greasers, never to make a moment.

you kept walking, brushing it off like it didn't matter. like he was just another boy looking.

but Sodapop Curtis wasn't just looking. he was seeing.

he barely heard what Steve said, didn't laugh at what Two-bit said. he just sat there, watching the affect you left behind.

he still didn't know your voice, if you were the girl with the voice, but for the first time—

he had a face to wonder about.

the morning announcements had just ended, your voice echoing through the school just ten minutes ago.

Sodapop was supposed to be using the restroom, according to his pass. but he was wandering the halls, with his hands tucked into his jeans pockets.

the lights in class were too much, the chalk squeaking too much. he needed air-but then he saw you.

walking away from him in slow, steady steps. your hair softly curled down your back, once again catching the morning light. he noticed the delicate sweater scalloped with lace, the skirt so white like it didn't belong in a place like this.

he stopped, dead in his tracks.

you didn't see him, didn't know he was behind you. yet he still found himself hesitating. he stood there staring at you from behind.

something about you made him, maybe it was the soft sway of your skirt, or the way your sweater fit gently around your waist, made him jog a little.

just enough to catch up to you and before he could stop himself, slid beside you with a casual charm. opposite of what he was feeling inside.

"hey," he said, voice warm, laced with his signature smile that would've made any other girl swoon immediately.

"i know this might be weird," he continued, trying to keep his voice easy. "but—uh— were you just on the announcements? ten minutes ago?"

there was something gentle in the way he asked, making your lashes flutter.

your step slightly paused, his voice—kind and just a little nervous lingered in the air around you two.

he had eyes that would make you fall in love, no wonder girls gawked over him.

but your gaze softened, his eyes held a sense of hope, nothing like the way you were described greasers.

so a small, sweet smile grew on your lips, shy but sure.

"yeah," your voice now lingering in the air, "i was."

and that was all it took.

he knew, right then.

his breath caught a little, but he masked it up with a grin. different than the one before, that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. although you were.

Sodas eyes sparkled, the sunlight stretching in from the windows, the hallways quiet except the shared footsteps of your beige ballet flats and his shoes.

and he walked beside you, trying not to smile too wide, thinking about the feeling of it all falling into place.

a sweet serendipity, tied with lace and filled with your pretty voice he couldn't stop following.

[polycrowtruther]

I can't believe Netflix killed my six of crows spinoff and also broke into my home and shot me in the foot. Or at least that's what it felt like

life would be so much better if we got that six of crows spin off

[specific-dreamer]

a whole day late but here are my post show notes from the 2pm showing yesterday (3.8.2025) (also all over the place because my memory is shotty at best but if you have any specific questions feel to ask bc it’s def help jog my memory lol)

when the flashlight shone on everyone, the socs all looked to their rights and the greasers looked to their left (guess who looked to their right. DARREL)

(from fatd but) beverly looked like she was whispering a secret to paul

“the two of us just stayed behind” ive never noticed it before so i could be cornplating but cherry grabbed marcia’s hand tightly (rip to my beautiful la jolla duet that should’ve been there)

also after trip(? brill?) tried to take bobs jacket from cherry she like got mad and tried to go to marcia for comfort or wtv but marcia like jumped back. she still looked lost but was way more willing to follow the others like it was clear she started to believe that it was cherrys fault

paul stepped over two-bit 💔

so it’s like confirmed now that the tire is bobs grave. like during hopeless war (i think) paul was drinking from the flash staring at the tire then passed it to chet(?) who crossed it over his chest and raised it up to god before drinking. then he passed it to someone idk who and paul got it back, raised it to heaven (as if he’d be there) and poured it out ☹️☹️☹️ THEY POURED ONE OUT FOR BOB GUYS IM GONNA KMS

a lot of them got lyrics/words wrong (“why do you know this spec?” bc i memorized the script next question) it was cute idk kept me on my toes

soda beat the dog shit out of chet during the rumble like picked and carried him 😭 i kept repeating to myself let him get up

(next few bullets are connected) “why don’t you boys sit with us? you can protect us” brody pony and sky johnny were so funny despite not speaking

pony: ykw hell yeah

pony: johnny let’s pop our collars

johnny: why tf would i do that

pony: it’ll make us look tuff 😎

johnny: no it- fine sure

pony pops his collar and has this ugly ass smug look on his face and johnny pops his collar top but he looks like he just got a vivid reminder that ponyboy is only 14 yrs old. as soon as pony walk in front of him johnny hurries to fix his collar and im sure the internal monologue was “this mf tryna make me look a goddamn fool”

(bit of a rant soz but it’s might’ve been my favorite part)

darry got so excited during hoods turn heroes he like slapped the car and was damn near jumping out his seat and i heard a “two-bit! lemme see”

during ggah after ace’s you wish steve came over and “lectured” her #bigbrothersteve

i love alex dally

during him and darry’s fight, dally actually seemed? upset ?? like hurt so to speak. “go get a job like a real man” “i have a job 🧍🏾‍♀️☹️” like guys that’s just my baby that’s literally bunny dally

but darry riled him up good like and idk how to explain it but “now i know i don’t look like you / but what” it seems more racial based like idk how to explain without sounding like im reaching but alex’s dally is such a slap in the face to everyone who draws white dally amongst the musical cast (ykw im talking abt) and im very happy for that

soda kept messing with darry during ggah and there was a whole mini argument that i missed but im p sure it boiled down darry being like pony’s just a kid; get that cigarette out his face

“you’re just like that cop: a bully boss man” then dally kinda paused mediating for darrel to disagree before saying no. guys ☹️

when dally said darrys not no real brother guys. i words that want to say but ill sound like im reaching. all i can say is i better not see no more white/blonde dally art amongst the musical cast

during fatd and cherry danced with chet, when she got back up the tire with bob she was like shaking her finger at chet and he rolled his eyes and did like a fake apology to bob. bob my beloved was glaring daggers at him ready to hunt him down if not for cherry

when johnny died and sodas holdin onto pony during that first part of little brother, as soon as pony stood up, soda looked at him in fear and exhaustion almost. like guys i’m telling you soda knew pony was about to shut down again. he kept mouthing “pony? pones, cmon honey” he just looked tired in not like a bad way but in a why is it always us kind of way

victor soda i was unfamiliar with ur game before but omg

ALSO HIS LETTER?? i know soda and pony like make eye contact or wtv towards the end, but idk if im making shit up or what it really felt like soda was looking through pony like. ok darry’s in the back right towards the car, but right behind pony (to sodas pov) is johnny and dally, and i can’t explain but it really felt like soda was talking/looking at dally and johnny

there is something there guys i just know it

i’m gonna write the series from their dead parents pov

dally stuttered A LOT before his monologue. like he could not fathom why johnny wanted to go back. he was so genuine like i was half convinced he was gonna tear up. he didn’t sound angry or anything and i really think if not for the fuckass fire they would’ve gotten and the car and left 💔

(tone shift) during ritf when soda kicks them out the house, he drops the basket in front two-bit and points behind him and everyone’s like “are you srs” and soda pointed to the basket like “or you could help” and that got them moving 😭😭

and when darry told pony to wash the grease out his hair pony looked like he was about to object then turned to two-bit like “is he serious? do i have to ??” and two-bit nodded once like “just go do it” DARBIT WIN

he does this every show but sky does the most toddler fucking cough when he’s on the fucking plank i know his chest and throat aches 😭

daryl (tofa) did not sit on the tire at the beginning of hth. that’s not important but i def noticed and was like oh !

at the end, when pony talking abt his story with soda, brent looked away like he always does. but i think someone was either off stage tryna make him break (likely) or he was trying not to cry (a little less likely) because he kept twisting his face

DARRY GOT HIS CLAPS WE CLAPPED AFTER RITF I WAS SO HAPPY

the rumble 😍 i love the rumble so much guys omg

after cherry through the coke on dally, whoever sat on the tire (idk guys i’m trying) laughed his ass off and said “is it bath time greaser?” mans was drunk 😭😭

also bob is such a fucking theater kid idc idc. in the beginning when they jump pony he was passing that football like it was the talking stick i hate him sm

[cynidae]

I have a cold rn and therefore am not attending school, so instead of being productive and memorizing the script I need done by Saturday I am going to write an essay analyzing the mischaracterization in the SOC fandom (for all the crows, not just Wylan, and also Kuwei cause gosh dang he’s misunderstood)

[idreamofgettingout]

since Leigh Bardugo, Six Of Crows and Shadow And Bone are trending i want to once again make it everyone’s business that the cancellation of Shadow And Bone still makes me so fucking mad. It makes no sense. And the SOC spinoff scripts are already written and are just sitting somewhere. We need it back. We, the cast, crew and everyone who worked on that show deserve it

https://www.change.org/p/save-shadow-and-bone-ce7587d2-eb61-4731-a5fd-7b9c85a9e3a8?source_location=search