#mattdillon

[cryingonmykitchenflooragain]

Billy Idol AND Matt Dillon?!?!😻

[dallaswinstontruther]

how am i just now finding this

this means sm to me.

i have a type🙏😝

[maydreamergrl]

I'm literally his girlfriend??? ౨ৎ˚

[365360666]

i LOVE drugstore cowboy and bob hughes and stuff but what bob and the others did to nadine was so sick. especially with rick, like, i can see that he tried to help but i feel like he was on bobs side more than nadine’s side.

[acestanktop]

childhood friends to rivals melvin + ponyboy

an: i am actually writing this half asleep and i am not good whatsoever but i wrote this for @cherrydipp

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September 5th, 1967.

Entry #10

If there's one thing me and Trip had in common, it's that we hated that Curtis kid. But if we're being honest, I didn't always hate him. Back in the day, Ponyboy and I were close, more like brothers than me and Trip. We’d race through the streets, pushing each other to be faster, better.

But then things changed, and it wasn't just about running anymore. See, I’m a Soc, and Ponyboy’s a Greaser. Our social classes started getting in the way. People around us kept reminding us of where we stood, and the gap between us kept growing.

It wasn’t long before the friendly competition turned into something uglier. I started shoulder-checking him during races, making sure he knew his place. And Sergei was always ready to help me. I'd give him the nod, and he'd kick dirt at Ponyboy whenever he ran by.

It wasn’t just about winning anymore; it was about making sure Ponyboy knew he couldn't rise above his class. Every race became a battle of pride, and I was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took.

One day, after a particularly rough race, I saw Ponyboy sitting alone on the bleachers, his head in his hands. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt, but I quickly squashed it down. I don't care for some low-life grease. We used to be friends, and now we were just enemies divided by the train track of social class.

Yet, I walked over, hesitating for a second before sitting down next to him. "Hey, Curtis," I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes before they hardened. "What do you want, Melvin?" he asked, his voice cold.

“Listen-” I began, before I stopped myself.

As I sat next to Ponyboy, I could feel the weight of our rivalry hanging in the air. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "You think we can just forget everything? Just like that?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but inside, I was feeling the pressure. "I don’t know, man. It just feels like we’re wasting our energy fighting each other instead of doing something about the real problems."

He scoffed, crossing his arms. "You think I want to be friends with a Soc? You guys don’t get it. You don’t understand what it’s like for us." The anger in his voice made my heart race. I wanted to reach out, to bridge that gap, but I knew it was too late. The line had been drawn, and there was no erasing it.

"Fine," I said, standing up. "You want to keep hating me? Go ahead. But don’t expect me to sit around and take it."

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Ponyboy staring after me, our friendship shattered like glass.

Sometimes, it felt like the world was determined to keep us apart, and no matter how hard we tried, we were stuck in our roles. The rivalry would continue, and neither of us was ready to let go. The tension hung heavy in the air, and I knew deep down that this wasn't over.

It's never over.

[itsfinalgirl]

Wild Things (1998)

[thelaughingmagician]

🎵 mik + belial

Blue In The Face - Alkaline Trio

Something about the lyrics and especially this part:

And I don't dream since I quit sleeping

And I haven't slept since I met you

And you can't breathe without coughing at daytime

Neither can I

So what do you say? Your coffin or mine?

[rosemirmir]

first & last

The first two sentences of my current project:

He thought it was going to be another usual day. Well, as normal as things could be with the unidentified lifeforms out there.

the most recently written two sentences of my current project:

“What do you suppose I do then?” Taking a moment for himself was not something Ichijo was used to doing… So some direction would be helpful.

(Ask Game)

[typologos-com]

Ο Ματ Ντίλον και ο Μάρλον Μπράντο

Ο γνωστός Αμερικανός ηθοποιός παρουσίασε το φιλμ «Την έλεγαν Μαρία» στη Θεσσαλονίκη

[cryingonmykitchenflooragain]

2 bad bitches at the same damn time

[dallaswinstontruther]

[angelskissinspring9]

Need an older man (matt dillon)

[maydreamergrl]

@dinerlana I thought I would share my edit I made a bit ago after I saw your edit ! loved your edit sm it made me so sad I love Matthew sm

[fabioemme78]

[dallyicious]

could you make a dallas winston bot based off of the song “uptown girl” by billy joel?

something along the lines of the user being a soc and dallas being- well, a greaser. he falls for user and so does user despite the social hierarchy differences between the two.

(your bots are amazing, thank you lani!! 🫶🏼)

𝘽𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙤 <3 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 ↴

🚬 | His Uptown Girl (REQ)

(Update it wouldn’t pop up so I had to make a new one (this one) ☹️)