#Twice in Dallas

[yume-egg]

Some pictures from the Twice concert a couple weeks ago!

[coquettejohnny]

when your card declines at therapy so they make you rewatch dallas winston getting shot around as darry screams "dont shoot he's just a kid"

[socgf]

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

say what you want about the live action ATLA

But shoutout to Dallas Liu, Gordon Cormier, and Ian Ousley cause if those boys were gonna do one thing it was DELIVER THOSE LINES and SERVE THAT EMOTION

[positively-peachy-143]

I feel like we don't talk about the gang's funky little whistle enough

[wildmrmix]

SE Hinton did I do something to you because sometimes I look at your book and go hough like a previously neglected shelter dog.

Johnny was sixteen (16). He had so much he wanted to see, so much he wanted to do. His life was horrible, but he had people worth living for, now they don’t have him. Sixteen (16) and ran away with his friend, no questions asked, sixteen (16) and helped said friend save kids from a church fire. SIXTEEN (16) and in a hospital bed, unable to feel his lower half. It doesn’t hurt much, he says, but even if it doesn’t hurt physically, being stuck in that bed with machinery on you; you know you’re not going to be the same when you’re out, if you even make it out. Too young and had seen too much, but not what someone should’ve seen at his age. Sixteen (16) and he never got to the end of Gone with the Wind with Ponyboy. The last three (3) greasers— which were definitely more like family than blood had ever been— he saw were Dally, Ponyboy, and Two-Bit. When he died, there were two of those people by his side. Johnny didn’t really get to see anyone else in the gang before his death, didn’t get to smile and talk even when it seemed to pain him. Johnny saw his best friends; but maybe, maybe that was enough. He didn’t die by himself, he died beside the people he loved. Before the sunrise, Johnny died. Before the sunrise, Dally joined him

[starscelly]

harls and wyatt engaging in freak rituals

dal@nyi 01.21.24 warmups

[kitnita]

mush consults the top line ahead of his penalty shot — DAL vs CGY — 11.30.23

[sarahinara]

"Wash feels Church behind every hit, swing and weave, refining angles and force like a dance. And Church catches Wash at pace right along with him, changing tactics like it’s an old song he sings along to. And, for a minute, they think: This is it. This is what it was supposed to be."

art for Mind over Matter by @kineticallyanywhere aka one of my fav fics of all time

[sunfuqr]

Hello! Not an ask, just find the option of anonymity useful. I know the scene you’re talking about, with Ponyboy and the pop bottle. I’m sending you the scene as it is in the book because I’m very normal :]

" Big deal. I busted the end off my bottle and held on to the neck and tossed away my cigarette. “You get back into your car or you’ll get split.”

They looked kind of surprised, and one of them backed up.

“I mean it.” I hopped off the car. “I’ve had about all I can take from you guys.” I started towards them, holding the bottle the way Tim Shepard holds his switch— out and away from myself, in a loose but firm hold. I guess they knew I meant business, because they got into their car and drove off.

“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you?” Two-Bit had been watching from the store doorway. “Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”

“I guess so,” I said with a sigh. I didn’t see what Two-Bit was sweating about— anyone else could have done the same thing and Two-Bit wouldn’t have thought about it twice.

“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be . . .”

What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn’t get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you . . .

“What in the world are you doing?” Two-Bit’s voice broke into my thoughts.

I looked up at him. “Picking up the glass.”

He stared at me for a second, then grinned. “You little sonofagun,” he said in a relieved voice. I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I just went on picking up the glass from the bottle end and put it in the trash can. I didn’t want anyone to get a flat tire. "

(Chapter 12, pages 171-172)

"You get back in your car, of You'll Get Split."

THATS MY BOY !!! Dallas down in hell gettin his job offer and he'd be so fuckin proud of this kid.

Thanks so much for sending this!!! I wish people taked about this scene more

[blurglesmurfklaine]

first he survives covid when thousands of people died from it BECAUSE OF HIM and then he survives gun violence when he’s done nothing for gun control laws like seriously fuck him why won’t he die why won’t he just fucking die

[scrappy-appy]

Emotionally exhausted, but finally able to spend more time with my best friend.

[unicornsaures]

my amrev mooties watching me mass reblog the outsiders stuff and probably being extremely confused or something

[bloodmaarked]

➫ monthly book round-up: july 2024

books read: 8 [-27%] average rating: 4 [+4%] average speed: 7.9 days [+22%] total pages: 3,077 [-14%] yearly goal progress: 47/50 [94%] best of the month: the bullet that missed, richard osman worst of the month: the other black girl, zakiya dalila harris

5* reads:

the bullet that missed, richard osman

such a fun age, kiley reid

4.5* reads:

the man who died twice, richard osman

she would be king, wayétu moore

3.5* reads:

dracula, bram stoker

what you are looking for is in the library, michiko aoyama

the sellout, paul beatty

2.5* reads:

the other black girl, zakiya dalila harris

currently reading:

family lore, elizabeth acevedo

empireland: how imperialism has shaped modern britain, sathnam sanghera

crime and punishment, fyodor dostoyevsky

[daddy-ul]

Shout out to Rob Trujillo, who answers his text messages on time and gives up some soundbites to Steffan to work with.

[freebooter4ever]

awww basketball again