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multifandomworldsposts ยท 5 months
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Day 7 of Kinkmas: Sleeping In The Lot With Sodapop Curtis
KINKMAS ๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿงคโ„๏ธ
Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader
Warning: making out, hickeys, protected sex, public sex
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Y/Nโ€™s POV
Sodapop and I are going to the drive-in to see Beach Blanket Bingo tonight, weโ€™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.
โ€œJust ignore them.โ€ I whisper into Sodaโ€™s ear.
โ€œI will Y/N/N.โ€ 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 Sodaโ€™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.
โ€œDid you like the movie?โ€ Soda says looking at me.
โ€œYeah I did, I really loved the dancing and the fashion in the movie.โ€ I say looking at him.
โ€œI only liked the dancing.โ€ He jokingly says.
โ€œCome on, what else did you like?โ€ I asked him.
โ€œFine, I liked the dancing and the sets of the movie.โ€ He says trying to think.
โ€œI like that better.โ€ 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 havenโ€™t done this in a while now but Iโ€™m glad weโ€™re doing this.
Soda begins to touch my body, I moan, but I try to keep my moaning quiet because thereโ€™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.
โ€œThis is new to me Y/N/N.โ€ Soda whispers in my ear.
โ€œJust want to give my baby what he wants.โ€ I whisper back.
โ€œI like the sound of that.โ€ 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.
โ€œYou wanna do this?โ€ He says to me.
โ€œWeโ€™ll just be quiet.โ€ 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 Iโ€™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 heโ€™s looking at me and he looks at my breasts.
โ€œI donโ€™t mind if you do anything to emโ€™.โ€ 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.
โ€œI hope we can do this somewhere more private Soda.โ€ I say looking up at him.
โ€œSo we can be louder?โ€ He grins.
โ€œMaybe.โ€ I giggle.
We look at the stars again, they different than the last time I saw them.
โ€œI promise Iโ€™ll make daddy fuck me harder.โ€ I whisper.
โ€œLetโ€™s just go to an abandoned warehouse and, daddy will make you beg.โ€ I says in a deep voice.
โ€œWhat if mommy wants to take control?โ€ I pout.
He winks at me, he knows Iโ€™ll take control and make him feel good like he does with me.
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lemons-bittersweet ยท 8 months
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How the gang describes Ponyboy Johhny: Pretty Two: Dramatic Steve: Annoying Soda: Soft Darry: Head in the clouds Dally: ...Bitchy
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stevxiee ยท 2 months
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imagine Pony reading to Johnny's grave
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lanasblogasf ยท 1 year
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Hi! hcs about Darry falling for and dating a Soc? How do you think he would feel about them helping out financially, being around the gang, just spoiling darry and his brothers, ect.?
sure! Thanks for the request! i havenโ€™t written in a hot min oops (this isnโ€™t my best work but go easy on me)
(s/n = sibling name)
Darry dating a soc ๐Ÿ’—
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so going back in time to when yโ€™all first met
you guys met through ponyboy- well kinda
pony had to do a partner science project for school and got paired up, by his teacher, with your younger sibling
(and despite being socs, you and your younger sibling were raised to, well, to not be assholes)
so they got along pretty well so pony invited them over the Curtis house to work on the project
anyways it got late and ur sibling called for you to pick emโ€™ up
and when Darry opened the door to you and your cute skirt and perfectly curled hair
he was absolutely captivated the second he layed eyes on you
to say the least
yโ€™all exchanged numbers and what not and about a month or so later you started dating <3
Okay next
yes yes yes you love spoiling him and his brothers
but honestly darry isnโ€™t a huge fan of you spending your money on him or his family
heโ€™s very grateful donโ€™t get me wrong and the boys love it but
he wants to be able to provide for his brothers on his own with his hard work and feels bad when you spend your money on them
but you like giving gifts to them it make you happy when the boys get all excited and it isnโ€™t a waste to you to spend your money on the man you love
he also doesnโ€™t want you to see him as someone who isnโ€™t able to keep his family afloat financially (even though you know heโ€™s very hardworking and you admire him for it)
but still sometimes you buy things for the curtis home when he mentions he needs to go to the store (you donโ€™t tell him this ofc)
- โ€œsweetheart? did you buy more napkins? i swear we were just out of them the other day..โ€
- โ€œpffftt noo..you probably bought them and it slipped your mind is all ๐Ÿ˜Šโ€
- โ€œuh huh ๐Ÿคจโ€
He buys you flowers and pays for your dates despite your constant insisting that you pay this time
the gang was definitely skeptical about you at first
socs didnโ€™t exactly have a track record for being saints
but your sweet personality didnt take long to win them over
their always asking you to introduce them to your single girlfriends
any of the gang members hear someone talking bad about ya? whether itโ€™s a soc or greaser, it donโ€™t matter. their instantly coming to your defense
they really like you and are all glad darry found someone as good as you
definitely no bad mouthing socs under darryโ€™s roof (well unless there was a rumble or som like that yk)
he gets pissed when you tell him some greasers have been naggin on you and wonโ€™t leave ya alone
heโ€™ll gladly have a talk with them and straighten things out if you catch my drift
especially if you get physically hurt or come to his door crying?
heโ€™s comforting you as much as he can
but makes sure to let the gang know that if they just happen to see these greasers, to give โ€˜em a piece of darryโ€™s mind for him ๐Ÿ˜
isnt really a fan of your soc friends
i mean he tried at first but your friends werenโ€™t very open and didnโ€™t love the idea of you dating โ€˜some goddamn greaseโ€™ so he eventually gave up
see now you may be oh so loving and warm
but your friends on the other hand arenโ€™t exactly the same way
maybe one or two but the majority are your typical stuck-up, kinda douchy, socs
so darry (and the gang too) wasnt very fond of them but thatโ€™s alright you kinda expected that to happen considering the way your friends are vs how the gang it
they just live two very different life styles and are bound to butt heads no matter what
when you stay over at his house he has a little space in his closet for your things and likes to help you pick out outfits to wear
never ever letโ€™s you walk around alone in greaser territory, he knows how some of them can be and heโ€™s too protective of you to let you get put in any sort of danger
he spends a lot of time just admiring you
whether your putting on makeup or studying for college in his kitchen
heโ€™s just so interested in your life
also kinda (though he will never talk about it out loud) sometimes likes to imagine, through you/when watching you just live your soc life, what his life could have been like if he stuck with college
but heโ€™d never say that because he loves his brothers more than anything and is glad he chose to take care of them
just sometimes he thinks about how different things would be if he didnโ€™t yk
putting on red lipstick just to kiss him on the cheek and leave an imprint of your lips on him <333
in conclusion dar loves you so very much and is proud to call you his girl !!
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deflated-leaf ยท 6 months
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PAUL HOLDEN HCS.
guys i literally love him sm. him and darry are my absolute faves.
he has a sister whoโ€™s a year older than soda
i think i named her mandy
YEAH MANDY HOLDEN
i also think i made her bi
and so mandy and soda used to play together
they used to be pretty good friends
he has a middle name and itโ€™s Erik. this is a tangerine reference if yโ€™all had to read that in 7th grade
he was lowkey besties with mr and ms curtis
always used to pick up darry for school and drop him back off at home
paul is like the fruitiest man ever. like heโ€™s GAY.
his car probably smells fruity
was kinda popular at school, like everyone knew him, but darry was his only actual friend
TERRIBLE AT DRAWING.
but that never stopped him from drawing darry in his notebook
especially while darry was with his gf in freshman-sophomore yearโ€ฆโ€ฆ.
type of dude to doodle those hearts with the initials in them
tldr; PAUL IS A FUCKING LOSER. I LOVE HIM.
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badliteraturememes ยท 9 months
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She was wrong and this blog PROUDLY ships Johnny/Dally
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miryum ยท 2 years
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After a Rumble (Darry x Reader)
Warnings: mentions of canon-level violence
Reader is the mom of the group and is dating Darry
You sit at home, leg bouncing up and down frantically. The boys should be home by now, right? Where are they? Are they okay?
The door bangs open and your head whips towards it, โ€œOh thank god.โ€ You mutter as your boys enter, cheering and yelling.ย 
โ€œHowโ€™d it go?โ€ You stand and rush towards them. You take Ponyโ€™s face in your hands and examine him closely. He has a black eye and a large gash on his cheek.ย 
โ€œWe won!โ€ Pony exclaims and the boys rally at his words.ย 
You breathe a sigh of relief and go about your duty of cleaning them up. Darry made it abundantly clear that you would not be fighting (much to your protests) so you decided that you would at least make sure they were okay afterwards.ย 
You had been with the gang for a little over three years and had fully accepted the mothering role. Many of them saw you as a mother as you were dating Darry, so you just accepted it. You loved your boys and you made sure to show it.
Much of the older boys- Dally, Two-Bit, Soda, and Steve- wave you away when you try to help them but one stern look and they let you bandage them.
Pony and Johnny didnโ€™t want you to help them, but it took very little persuasion on your part to convince them. You thought that maybe they secretly liked it, but wanted to seem tough.ย 
Darry was always the hardest. His adrenaline was still going and he wanted to make sure everyone else was okay before focusing on himself. You understood of course, but when someone had just been in a fight, they should be able to take care of themselves. It was always frustrating to try and force Darry to sit down and let you take care of him. He pushed your limits and while you loved him, it got on your nerves.ย 
โ€œDarry, I swear to god-โ€ You huff, standing in front of your boyfriend.
โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ He protests, trying to move past you.ย 
โ€œYour knuckles are covered in blood! I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s yours or not, but either way itโ€™s bad. And can I at least bandage your head?โ€
โ€œY/n-โ€ย 
โ€œSit down.โ€ You say through clenched teeth and the rest of the boys went silent with wide eyes. You didnโ€™t get like this often, but when you did, it was best to listen to you.
Darry takes one look at your face and chooses life. He sighs and sits down in his chair.ย 
โ€œWas that so hard?โ€ You say sarcastically.ย 
You sit on the armrest and take one of his hands in yours. You carefully press a washcloth to his wounds and start to clear the blood up.ย 
The rest of the boys go back to conversing and the Curtis house fills up with conversation.ย 
โ€œThanks darling.โ€ Darry says lowly, making sure none of the other guys can hear it.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s what Iโ€™m here for.โ€ You smile, moving to bandage his hand.
โ€œSeriously,โ€ Darry looks up at you and you pause to meet his gaze, โ€œI donโ€™t know how we would get by without you.โ€ย 
You can see the thankfulness and care in his eyes and you can feel yourself melt. You press a kiss to his temple, โ€œItโ€™s cause I love you.โ€ย 
โ€œI love you more.โ€
You chuckle, โ€œNot possible.โ€
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kur0m1sblog ยท 2 years
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Dollface & The Greaser.
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summary: You were a soc, and the not really the good type. You always hung out with bob, randy, and his other friends. You just didnโ€™t like greasers, they had nasty grease in there hair, listened to horrible music, and were careless 24/7. There was one greaser and only one that caught your eye, and no it wasnโ€™t that idiotic flirt Dallas Winston. It was Two-Bit Matthews, he was a little niceโ€ฆalways made you laugh from time to time. And you might have caught feelings, but you didnโ€™t even realize it. But obviously a lot of females at school did, he also started noticing too and wanted to make sure his theory of you having a thing for him was correct.
characters: keith โ€œtwo-bitโ€ matthews
warnings: intimate touching. flirting. minor cussing. kissing.
genre: enemies to lovers. fluff. romance
reader: fem! soc! reader
REQUEST ARE OPEN!
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You were digging inside your locker for youโ€™re light pink hair brush, your hair was a tiny bit messy but always wanted it to look perfect. Like you of course. You bent over a little covering the back of your skirt, when you felt a warm pair of hands make their way onto your hips.
โ€œGuess who?~โ€, The mysterious voice cooed in your ear.
โ€œTwo-Bit Matthews, you better get your nasty greaser hands off of my hips before I-!โ€ You yell at him, before you can finish your statement he takes his hands off your hips and you stand up straight. Youโ€™re now just realizing how you knew those were his hands, by the warmth, the shape, and the grip he had on your hips.
โ€œGeez, sorry dollface. I knew you were feisty, but not this feisty.โ€ Keith says with his hands shaking up in surrender. You didnโ€™t know if he was trying to piss you off or actually piss you off.
โ€œWhy do you even bother me? Go bother Marcia or something. Maybe even become Dallas and go try and talk to Sherri Cherry.โ€ You say as you finally grab your long and beheld light pink hair brush, looking into the white decorated mirror on your locker and fixing your hair.
โ€œUhhh, cause theyโ€™re not as cute as you. Andddd they clearly arenโ€™t catchinโ€™ feelings for me~โ€ Keith finally says and you suddenly start choking on air..?
โ€œW-what?! Ha! Catch feelings for you, as if! Why would I fall for such a hood, thatโ€™s nice, sweet, kinda cute, and-โ€œ You were about to finish your sentence until you realized what you were saying.
โ€œPretend you never heard that! Just pretend this is all youโ€™re imagination!โ€ You panic and wave your hands infront of him with your eyes avoiding his, trying to convince him this is all just a stupid dream.
You then suddenly felt a warm pair of hands, already knowing who it was, wrap around your own pair of hands and entangling it with yours.
โ€œAww, and yaโ€™ really think all this about me and your over here pretending yaโ€™ hate me?โ€ Two-Bit whispers into your right ear. Sending shivers down youโ€™re spine at the his hot breath hitting your neck.
โ€œI-โ€ฆ look just like I said, pretend this never-!โ€ You try and yell but as you try, you open youโ€™re eyes and finally realize whatโ€™s going on. He was kissing you. A grease kissing a soc, infront of other greasers and socs. You are heard multiple gasps, wooing, and more as you had finally kissed him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck and accepting the fact that, now everyone probably knew from this kiss you guys were something way more than just friendly rivals. Not just a greaser always flirting with a mean soc that pretended like she didnโ€™t want to spend a minute of the day on him.
As you broke the kiss you looked up at him shocked, you just stared into his eyes as he stared into your e/c eyes. You didnโ€™t know what to say, you started hearing clacking of multiple heels behind you but you didnโ€™t care. You just slowly went to hug Keith.
โ€œI love you, stupid greaser.โ€ You say taking in his smell which contained of chocolate cake, cigarettes, and beer.
โ€œI love yaโ€™ too, dollface.โ€ Two says, as heโ€™s about to return the hug he didnโ€™t feel your warmth and touch anymore. He looked down a bit to see other female socs dragging you away, yelling at you, saying that you shouldnโ€™t have done that, and that you mind as well be a greaser too.
He just smiles at the sight of you still looking at him, until your friends take a turn and you are no longer seen.
โ€œWhat a doll.โ€
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smallestapplin ยท 2 years
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Greaser au is fun and good and great but also I am just a bit of a ho for soc Volo and also I would look damn good in a leather jacket and with some slicked back hair and the local handsome "innocent" preppy boy angrily pinning me against a wall because he is mad at himself for being so smitten with a punk like me.
.... Lemme be the greaser with a heart of gold and a goody two shoes boyfriend thats secretly badder than any of my friends or me could ever be pls.
ABSOLUTELY!
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Everyone thinks Volo is king of campus, wealthy family, charming, pretty, surrounded by people.
Most think heโ€™s the funniest and sweetest guy there is!
You know better.
You and your entire gang know better.
Especially when he comes to visit you, or hang out with you.
He greets you with a smile, several kisses and holds you.
Even doing this he strikes fear into your friendsโ€™s hearts. They know itโ€™s Volo staking his claim over you.
Recalling how heโ€™s beaten people down verbally, and physically just for glancing at you.
Heโ€™s dressed in a simple sweater, he looks like heโ€™s such a goody goody.
But you know.
You know as he lifts you up by your thighs, and pins you against the chain link fence. Kissing you breathless.
How he wears leather better than the rest of you.
He truly lives a double life.
He promises you, the second he has an opening, you two will be wed and youโ€™ll be moving in with him.
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tavtarnish ยท 1 year
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Greaser / Soc 1950s AU, but GhostSoap are both greasers
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rotpltwitter ยท 9 months
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multifandomworldsposts ยท 6 months
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omggg I know he lost in the poll but your HAVEEE to do ponyboy for kinktober๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ
Day 23 of Kinktober: Running Away With Ponyboy Curtis
Pairing: Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader
Warning: sexual harassment, fighting, unprotected sex,
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Y/Nโ€™s POV
Ponyboyโ€™s life has been hard since his parents accident, his older brother accusing him in shit that doesnโ€™t involve him, struggling with bills, and the socs.
Iโ€™m a soc but I hate a lot of the people who are in the socs, Cherryโ€™s boyfriend Bob, heโ€™s such an asshole to me and of course, the greasers. Some socs are sweet except for some.
One night, Dally, Pony, Johnny, and I went to the drive-in. We go to the seats and I see Cherry with Marcia and I sit next to them. Dallas starts to flirt with Cherry, Johnny, Pony, and I kept on telling Dallas to stop harassing her and of course Dallas ignores us. Eventually Dallas leaves, so Ponyboy and Johnny sits next to us. I feel safe around Pony but a lot of docs say that the greasers are dangerous, I know them some are dangerous but some arenโ€™t and that the gang I know. Dallas comes back with food and drinks, he gives Cherry throws her drink at him and things get heated, Dallas tries to harass her again, Johnny tells him to stop, Dallas gets pissed off and he looked like he was about to beat something or someone but he walked away.
Eventually, the girls, Ponyboy, Two-bit, Johnny and I leave the drive-in and the socs came to us to start trouble.
โ€œY/N!? What are doing?โ€ Randy says.
โ€œBeing with someone who isnโ€™t you guys.โ€ I said.
Bob and Randy look so pissed but Cherry stops them, Cherry tells us we can leave so we leave. Ponyboy takes me home, of course my parents are pissed that I missed my curfew, which itโ€™s fucking stupid.
3 AM
I hear pebbles on my window so I go check who it is and itโ€™s Ponyboy looking upset. I unlock my window and see whatโ€™s going on.
โ€œPony whatโ€™s the matter?โ€ I whisper.
โ€œDarry, he hit me. Run away with me.โ€ He says.
โ€œBut, what about my parents?โ€ I look behind me.
โ€œI canโ€™t go anywhere without you Y/N/N, please run away with me.โ€ He says.
I look at him, Iโ€™m sorry mom and dad, I love you but, Ponyboy needs me. I grab a jacket and Pony catches me from the window and we ran to a park and I see a mustang in the distance, I hope to god itโ€™s not the socs.
I see Bob, Randy, and the other guys I forgot their names walking towards us. Ponyboy protects me from them, shit goes down by Pony almost getting drowned and I almost get sexually assaulted. I get crazy by grabbing a knife and stabbed Bob, I stabbed my best friendโ€™s boyfriend. Pony wakes up and he looks at me with some blood on me and he looks to see Bob dead.
โ€œY/N, what happened?โ€ Pony asked.
โ€œHe tried to kill you and he tried to sexually harass me, so I killed him, Iโ€™ve never done this before.โ€ I shakily said.
โ€œWe need to get out of here.โ€ He said.
โ€œBut where?โ€ I ask.
โ€œI know where to go.โ€ He says.
I believe him. We go to the bar where Dally lives and we tell him everything on what happened a couple hours ago. Dally takes us to his bedroom and he gives us clothes which surprisingly felt so warm. Dal tells us where to go to an abandoned church, so we go to where he said where to go. While we were in the train car, I almost fell asleep in Ponyโ€™s arms. He woke me up to tell me weโ€™re at the location where the church is at. I made Pony ask a farmer where the church is and finally got to it. To be honest, I love abandoned places, but I hope we donโ€™t get caught but weโ€™re in the middle of nowhere.
โ€œIโ€™m glad that weโ€™re finally alone.โ€ I say looking around.
โ€œIโ€™ve been wanting to be alone with you for a long time.โ€ He wraps his arms around my waist.
I look at his face and I see those doe eyes, I love him but my parents and the socs think heโ€™s dangerous because of who heโ€™s hanging out with but some of them are so sweet. Pony kisses me, I kiss him back, I turn my body to face him, he holds me tight to make us lay on the floor to make out, we were like this for hours, him giving me hickeys, me moaning, him kissing my body, and me tugging his hair.
While we were there, we dyed our hair, I turned mine into black color and I turned his hair blonde, which he looks cute in blonde without greasy hair.
Dallas visits us and gives Pony a letter from Soda. Dallas tells me that thereโ€™s missing posters of me everywhere in town, I canโ€™t believe thatโ€™s happening. Dallas takes us to Dairy Queen which I really miss the food. We go back to the church which is on fire. Pony and I save the kids.
We go to the hospital and Pony and I are at the waiting room and Darrel and Sodapop come in so Pony ran to them. My parents come in and they look disgusted on what theyโ€™re seeing, my changed hair and seeing Ponyboy looking beat up.
My parents kick me out so the Curtisโ€™ said itโ€™s okay for me to live in with them. Again Iโ€™m happy that Iโ€™m with Ponyboy, he just makes me so happy and he makes me feel safe.
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lemons-bittersweet ยท 10 months
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People reading the outsiders in the seventh grade and making Stevepop and Johnnyboy fics are the only thing keeping my life together
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stevxiee ยท 14 days
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Can you write two bit x a male hockey player reader :3
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โžต ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€: ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—€๐–บ๐—’ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ
โžต ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—: ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช
โžต ๐–บ/๐—‡: ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—†๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐—๐–พ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–จ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—‚๐—
โœฟ เผบ โœฟ เผบ โœฟ เผบ โœฟ เผบ โœฟ เผป โœฟ เผป โœฟ เผป โœฟ เผป โœฟ
โ€œ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ!โ€ ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹, โ€œ๐–ฆ๐–ฎ ๐–ธ/๐–ญ!โ€ ๐–ง๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐— ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ, ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—’, ๐—๐–พโ€™๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€๐—€๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐—‹.
๐– ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—„๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐—€๐—…๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€, ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‡๐–พ๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—‚๐—, ๐—€๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—†๐–บ๐—๐–พ. ๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—…. ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—, ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—….
โ€œ๐–ฎ๐–ง ๐–ฒ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ณ!โ€ ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—’๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—, ๐—‚๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐—…๐–พ, ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—„, ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—…. ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—†๐–พ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ. ๐–ถ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐—‹. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—€๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ.
โ€œ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐– ๐–ณ ๐– ๐–ฒ๐–ฒ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ซ๐–ค ๐–ฎ๐–ฅ๐–ฅ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–จ๐–ข๐–ค!โ€ ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—’๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ, ๐—€๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—Ž๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ ๐—€๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—, ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—. ๐– ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—’. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ-๐Ÿค๐Ÿจ.
๐– ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—†, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†. ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ, ๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—€๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ. ๐– ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ. ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ. ๐– ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—‹๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐–บ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„, ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡.
โ€œ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ.โ€ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.
โ€œ๐–ฃ๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐–จ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„?โ€ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—…๐–พ. ๐–ง๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’, ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ.
โ€œ๐–ฌ๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–บ ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—Ž๐—?โ€ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ผ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’, ๐—…๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐–ป ๐—‹๐—Ž๐–ป๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—†๐—…๐—’.
โ€œ๐– ๐—‚๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–พ,โ€ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ, ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ, ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹, โ€œ๐–จโ€™๐—† ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹.โ€ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—…๐—’. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†, ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ. ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ: ๐—๐—๐–พ โ€œ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œโ€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ โ€œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—โ€, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ.
โ€œ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐—’โ€™๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—,โ€ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐—’, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„. ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–พ๐—, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ,
โ€œ๐–ช๐–พ๐—‚๐—๐—, ๐–จโ€™๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ. ๐–จ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—.โ€
โ€œ๐–จ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ, ๐—’/๐—‡,โ€ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ, โ€œ๐–จ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—โ€ฆ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—.โ€ ๐–ง๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„, ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.
๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—†. ๐–ง๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹. ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‚๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—๐— ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—. ๐– ๐—…๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ-๐–ป๐—‚๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—๐—’ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ. ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—€๐—Ž๐—’, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ.
๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ.
โ€œ๐–จ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž.โ€ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ป๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—, ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†.
โ€œ๐–จ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ,โ€ ๐–ง๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„, โ€œ๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—, ๐–จโ€™๐—† ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—‚๐—†.โ€
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Dude how could some one literally hate this cutie like sheโ€™s just a sweet girl, Iโ€™m so mad the show was canceled especially cause I didnโ€™t get to see more Jane and Richie ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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pspspspspsps sans au guys /j uhhh recently I've been kinda fixated on the outsiders and Greaser sans, I've been doodling that lil fucker and then I was like "socs sans." In the middle of the night and needed to get this out immediately- a better ref will probably be out soooonnn,,, I'm not totally sure abt the hair style, I really couldn't find any Socs hairstyles, I think him being a 'blondie' fits though lol.
I think greaser belongs to @radsee ? So! Literally go check that out pLEASE i love their art :3
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