#dally Winston

[hailpacino]

live, laugh, love matt dillon *blowing kisses*

[boysborntodie]

We don’t talk enough about how Ponyboy is Johnny and Dally’s favourite guy. Like they just like him so fucking much and feel protective towards him. I know they laugh at all his witty, sarcastic quips and enjoy his company so much. They gave him their jackets!!!!! I fucking love them

[blbllblblblll]

here have a dally sketch :)

“woah liz you doing digital art thas crazy”

haha! i know im so cool B)

[cranberrv]

thunder

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( a/n : HIII im sorry if this wasnt ur vision but i dont think dallas is one for big apologies so i kinda focused on the arguement more than the apology hope that’s ok… also toxic dallas alert sorry if that isnt ur scene!! also not proofread but hope u cuties enjoy )

it was a late night in mid-summer, and you and dallas were on the porch on the curtis brothers house. he wanted to go out for a smoke, and dragged you along. you were wearing his leather jacket, it was a windy night and you were getting chilly. dallas had goosebumps along his arms.

“are you sure you don’t want it back, dal?” you ask him, insisting on giving him his jacket back.

“nah, sugar, don’t want ya freezin’ to death out here,” he answers, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the empty street.

“i’ll just go inside, though, so you don’t get hypothermia or something..” you insist, but he grabs your hand and stops you.

“you’re fine, baby, stay with me.” you look up at him and nod, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

you stand outside for a little while longer. it feels so peaceful standing there with him. his hand that’s rough and dangerous from the punches it throws is enveloping yours in a sweet gentleness shown only with you. his cigarette smoke becoming a mock mist that calms you both down. his deep breathes that are only heard because of how quiet it is.

nothing could ruin this moment.

you felt it was a good time to say the three words. not like you hadn’t said them before — it’s been a year since you’ve started dating, and you’ve both adored each other from the very start. but dallas got funny when you told him what he already knew. tonight would be different, you thought.

“.. i love ya, dal,” you say softly after a few moments of quiet. it felt casual — exactly what he would have wanted. but maybe not casual enough, because there was a short silence following your words.

eventually, he speaks. “i know ya do, sugar.”

you sigh. why is it that he could never stand to say it back?

he catches your sigh. of course he knows what you’re sighing about — he knows you all too well. he chooses not to act on it, not to apologize, not to say anything. he doesn’t want to fight with you. he just takes a drag of his cigarette and plays innocent.

“it would be nice to know that you loved me too, dallas,” you eventually say.

“oh c’mon,” another drag of his cigarette. “you ain’t an idiot, you know i do.”

“do i? i can’t remember one time you’ve said ‘i love you’ to me,” you cross your arms and look up at him.

“this isn’t somethin’ to get pressed on, y/n, the boys are inside and the windows are open,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to stop talking, to pretend like you’re okay. all because he doesn’t want his friends to hear. “and i have said it, baby, you’re just forgetting or somethin’.”

“you have not, i would remember if you have,” you counter, shoving his hand off of you. “i don’t want to argue, dallas, i really don’t—“

“too damn bad, y/n, because you’re sayin’ that i don’t love you, and we both know that ain’t true,”

“then say it.”

“..what?”

“you heard me,” you say. “it has been a whole year of us dating, and you’re never ready to say that you love me,” you raise your voice to get your point across.

“christ, y/n, you’re difficult, huh?” he groans. “it ain’t a big deal, don’t go throwing a tantrum.”

“i’m difficult? dallas, i don’t know if you get how a relationship works, but at this point, you either love me, or you’re done with me. there is no middle ground after this long together.”

“you’re fuckin’ crazy, i know how a relationship works, and i ain’t done with you. don’t go stickin’ words in my mouth,” his voice is raising, too.

“if you’re not done with me, then you love me.” you say, in a desperate attempt to get him to say the three words. you almost want to beg. “it hurts, dallas, that i don’t get that reassurance, that i leave our dates with my words hanging in the air, waiting for a reply,”

he groans. “you know that i do, so what’s the fuckin’ point?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he scoffs, his voice raising. not quite yelling, but definitely not talking. “holy fuck, you know that i love you, man, so quit bein’ such a bitch!”

the crease in your eyebrow drops as he says that. “don’t call me that,”

“c’mon, man, you’re acting like a fuckin’ lunatic trying to get me to admit somethin’ that i’ve already admitted,” he says, voice still raised. “take a deep breath, maybe get a glass of water, and come back to me once you’re normal again.”

you scoff. “because i’m expressing my feelings, suddenly i’m a lunatic? because i’m not like your old girls, and i actually strive for a healthy relationship, i’m not normal?”

“you’re freakin’ out because i didn’t say it back once, of course i think you’re going crazy.”

“i’m ‘freaking out’ because it’s been a year of ‘thank you’ and ‘i know’ whenever i tell you i love you,”

“you’re being a dumbass, y/n, you know i—“ he cuts himself off, sighing and taking a step back. “fine, man, whatever, you win. go inside and call bucks when you’ve cooled off, i’m goin’ home,”

when he walks past you, the air is thick and unwelcoming. you don’t even bother getting the last word, dreading the fact that he might turn back and lose his shit if you do. he mutters something incoherent under his breath, and walks down the creeky front porch steps, into the dead of night.

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of course, you don’t call bucks. why would you? just so buck can tell you that dallas isn’t there, when in reality he just doesn’t want to talk to you? just so suddenly you’re bending to his will, and he’s getting his way once again? you don’t think so.

dallas does this a lot — whenver you two fight, even if it’s a small one, he needs time to cool off. sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a day. it’s never stretched longer, until now. it’s been three torturous days of waiting for a grand gesture, an apology, anything.

the next day at school, you’re walking through the parking lot during your lunch break, talking to cherry valance and marcia about what happened between you and dallas. they say a lot of “told you so” and “that’s dallas for you”, and you can’t say they’re wrong. they warned you about him, and his reputation for being so short-tempered and stubborn.

the sound of an engine roars behind you, and you and your friends turn your heads to see who is making the noise. it’s a 1957 red thunderbird, you recognize it as buck merrill’s.

“that must be dal’s friend, buck,” you whisper to your friends. “but why would buck be here?”

“he’s a greaser, he’s probably like, 5 grades behind and coming here begging for another shot at graduation,” randy, marcia’s boyfriend, teases. you shoot him a glare, and he shuts up.

“i’ll go see whats up,” you say softly, walking over to the now-parked car.

as you walk over and the window rolls down. it is not buck merrill, like you expected, but it’s dallas winston.

“hi,” you say softly, your walls starting to go up but hesitating, wondering if you’re even still fighting.

“hey, sweetie,” he says, not explaining what he’s doing here.

“what’re doing?” you ask him.

he shrugs. “wanted to see you, i dunno.”

“oh,” you say softly. you hoped for an apology, you hoped for flowers, you hoped for chocolate, you hoped for a hug, you hoped for—

“i shouldn’t of gotten all heated when we talked, it wasn’t cool,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “and you ain’t a bitch.”

“..thanks.” you say after a few seconds of silence. what a shit apology, you think.

he’s staring out into the parking lot instead of you. “and i’m crazy about you, man,” he looks up at you. “you gotta know that, sugar.”

“thank you,” you repeat again, unsure of what to say.

another beat of silence as he swallows in his throat, before speaking and finally looking over at you. “i love ya, doll,”

you should’ve stayed mad, you should’ve not accepted his awful apology, but you cannot hide the smile tugging at your lips. this is all you’ve asked for from him, and he finally has the courage to admit it.

“i love you too, dallas.” you say softly, leaning into the window and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “thank you,”

“you gotta stop sayin’ that, y/n,” he teases, playfully pushing you away. “go hang out with your stupid friends, man. i’ll come over tonight and hang.”

you nod, and walk away, looking back at him and seeing a small smile on his face. nothing could ruin this moment.

[bubblegumflavor]

Don't ask me why I had this headcanon of Dally just growling at anyone who gets too close to Johnny... and randomly thought I haven't seen a hold my flower meme in a while and then this happened

[thiamblogger]

ya'll.. what's the spice rating?

asking for a friend.

[soctherapy]

i literally do not have the energy to draw anything seriously without getting frustrated take this from my dead hands (og image under cut)

[se-hinton-confessions]

dream blunt rotation two-bit dally and darry (he doesn’t smoke but)

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[johnnycakesb14de]

"My parents got confused and chose thought daughter."

"My parents got confused and chose gay thought thot son"

bitch my parents got high or something and chose fucking Ponyboy Curtis

[kylietellin]

dallas x f!reader with baby fever?

thank you so so so much if you get to it! i love your writing so much!

I’ve been so behind on my inbox so I’ll try and do these 🥹

Would hate it so much

He doesn’t like kids

And isn’t willing to even think of having one now

Like cmon you think he would be able to take care of a family ??

He’d get annoyed when you obsess of babies

Like

Y’all might be cuddling in bed and you’re like “I saw this cute little baby on my way here..”

He’s just like : 😒

Whenever you go on rants about kids, y’all don’t fuck for a while

He gets scared sometimes that you’re pregnant

[obsessedwithyouxx]

which greaser do u think is the best cook? if any of them can w/o burning the house down(sorry)

Yk what? I’m gonna do hcs for this.

Ponyboy:

-He hasn’t burned the kitchen down yet

-He can cook but mostly basic things

-Darry always freaks when pony has his head in the clouds while he’s cooking

-Because he’s daydreaming he’s burnt food a few times

-But generally he’s an alr cook

-7/10

Darry

-Hums while he cooks (once he started singing and never lived it down)

-He rarely burns things

-Honestly if anything he undercooks them

-Pretty boring meals

-But they taste better than Pony’s

-Best chef in the group tbh

-But he’s better at cakes and stuff

-8.5/10

Soda

-The most exciting cook by far

-exciting doesn’t mean good

-Food colouring in everything

-And if it’s not good colouring it’s something weird

-He yaps about it for ages

-When Soda’s cooking, your most likely having pancakes or waffles for dinner

-He hates recipes (takes to long to read) and hasn’t got any memorized so he just wings it

-It’s turned out right a total of twice

-Set fire to the kitchen too many times to count

-6/10 - extra points for the fun

Steve

-Actually pretty good when he cooks

-Doesn’t do it a bunch

-Over spices all his food so the gang can barely eat it

-He’s the typa pers son to confuse sugar n salt bc he js picks it up n adds it in

-Even the best cooks set the kitchen of fire every so often

-Probably would be best in the group if the gang would eat it, 7/10

Two-Bit

-Can’t cook for shit

-Worse than soda

-He tried making waffles and ended up with throw-up looking stuff

-We all know he’s ’spilt’ or genuinely just spilt is bottle of beer in there a few times

-Completely banned from the kitchen after he started a fire and didn’t know how to put it out

-4/10

Johnny

-Straight up doesn’t cook

-He’s like a scavenger going around and eating other people’s food

-He’s cooked a few times

-He wasn’t too bad

-Just didn’t enjoy it enough to do it again

-But he did do it again

-The last straw was when he burnt himself on a mini fire he set

-6/10

Dally

-Has never cooked

-Will never cook

-Hates the idea of cooking

-Would rage and spill hot oil everywhere

-And probably commit arson on purpose

0/10

[dumbponyboykinnie]

guys please send me songs that you associate with johnny cade or dallas winston together or separately i need inspiration please

[boysborntodie]

While Johnny and Dally often go together as characters and you can’t analyse one without the other, I don’t think they’re mirrors of each other. I’ve seen the idea that Johnny might’ve reminded Dally of him when he was younger (even though Dally and Johnny have barely a year difference), but tbh, I just don’t think Dally was ever a Johnny or that Johnny could become a Dally.

Even though Johnny isn’t hardened like Dally, he’s not innocent or has an inherent goodness that the world has yet to snuff out. He knows the cruelty of the world, and starts off the novel as this very jaded person who no longer sees hope or point in the life he’s living due to his dire circumstances. And yet, over the course of the novel, he chooses to be good even though it’s something he knows will hurt him, and even understands and decides that it’s better than the alternative even if you do get hurt.

Dally’s mirror is Ponyboy. Ponyboy could become hateful and angry like Dally and decided to harden himself against the world in order to not get hurt. We even see a glimpse of this Ponyboy; a Ponyboy who threatened people and could hurt them before they hurt him, who thought it was better to get tough rather than get hurt. Ponyboy decides the only reason to fight is for self-defence, but Dally’s been brought up believing that violence is self-defence at its core and he constantly fights because it’s all he knows, because fighting makes you tough and once you get tough you don’t get hurt. Soda even says this at one point:

If Pony ended up hardening himself to everything including love and beauty, and decided to keep on fight, he could have ended up as Dally. Maybe not to a T, but someone similar in those core ways.

And yet Ponyboy is also Johnny’s mirror. And that’s who he chooses to embody. Rejecting violence, keeping himself open to the world and loving it despite its cruelty and harm. Seeing beauty in everything and understanding the world isn’t black and white.

[fuck-i-love-october]

I wish people knew that when Im referring to "The Outsiders" I'm referring to the plot, and dialogue from the book but the characters from the movie. Minus Two Bit (they did him dirty.)

I'm mixing and matching pieces like it's all just one big polly pocket , You know?

[awweshuuks]

Can we just talk about the parallels between Bob Sheldon and Randy Anderson with Dally Winston and Johnny Cade, like I don't think anyone ever brought it up. I'll write a thing about it but.. Give or take a few days erm.

[hailpacino]

what can i say? *twirling my hair*