#outsiders book

[simp57blog]

Bimbo/himbo reader

You just basically live at the curtis house now.

Once you try to cook breakfast and nearly burnt their house down.

The gang never let you near the kitchen ever again.

You work at the dx with steve and sodapop.

Hanging out with dally and getting into trouble.

Darry scolding you two and two bit in the background laughing his ass off.

Sitting down to watch micky mouse with two bit.

Whenever you say something remotely smart the gang is shocked ngl.

Looking after pony boy & jonny.

Bro you were crying when Jonny die.

Again you were crying when dally dies.

Once grown up you leave tulsa you still keep in contact with most of the gang.

But you never got married or have kids.

Once the anniversary of Jonny and dallys death you come back to town and meet up with the gang.

[fxck-bxddy]

im going nisane. have rushed dallas winston smut

[quiet, con/noncon-dubcon, intoxication, face-fucking, public, overstim, knife play]

You got out of your car, stepping into the darkness of the drive-in. You headed towards the concessions, thumbs hooked in your khaki pockets.

You let out a muffled gasp as someone pulled you away, hand over your mouth. They pulled you to the side of the building before removing their hand.

"What–?" you questioned, hands gripping the strong arm that was still wrapped around your chest, the strong arm that kept you pressed against them.

You let out a squeak when they leaned over, inhaling at your neck. "Get off me, greaser–" you recognized the hair. It was the hair of the one and only Dallas Winston, one of the east side greases. He went to your school and was in your grade, but you hardly saw him anywhere except the bathroom, usually smoking a cigarette.

Dally tightened his grip, wrapping his other arm around the front of your waist and pressing you closer. "Dallas." You tried to sound firm, but it came out more of a beg as he bit down on your neck. "Hmm.." Dallas licked up your neck to your cheek, letting out a little chuckle. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Get off.." you repeated, though you only whispered it.

Dallas laughed again, this time softer. "Hey, Y/N.." he mumbled. "I b'n waitin' for this.." he inhaled again, smiling. 

"Dally.." you whispered again, feeling as the boy led you backwards to the wall, furthering being hidden. "What, kid?" He whispered against your cheek.

You left him unanswered, letting out a small whimper. Dallas loosened his grip, spinning you in his grasp to face him. Your eyes met his, his usual puppy dog eyes clouded in lust.

"What?" He growled. You shook your head, "nothing," and he pushed you down to your knees. He began fumbling to get his jeans down, his shirt riding up his stomach. You subconsciously licked your lips, watching him as he clumsily pulled his boxer briefs down.

You gasped as he took a fistful of your hair, pressing the tip of his erection to your parted lips. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you opened your lips more, him jerking his hips forward and hitting the back of your throat. You gripped his hips to steady yourself while Dally began to fuck your face, his hand stabilizing your head.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well for the capt'n of the football team.." he spoke, his spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. You hummed in response, sending shivers through the greaser. 

Dallas let out a groan, suddenly burying himself to the hilt in your mouth, your air being cut off. Dally stayed for a moment before pulling out, a string of your saliva connecting you to his dick.

"You like that, pretty boy?" He looked down at you, before pulling you up by the hair. You leaned back against the brick wall, breathing heavily. "F-fuck, Dally.." you panted, watching him. He crouched, searching his jeans pockets until he pulled out a double-edged knife and stood up.

You flinched as he pulled your shirt off, nicking your skin with the blade. The ravenette leaned over, licking up the blood. "I won't go too deep, okay, kid?" Dally mumbled against your skin, his hands gripping your sides.

You nodded, preparing for the sting of the knife on your skin. Dallas grinned, getting onto his knees in front of you. You leaned your head back and moved one of your hands to his arm, whimpering as he sliced a word, SLUT,  into your stomach, near your hip. You felt your blood drip down onto your khakis, staining them forever. 

Dally lapped at the blood, his tongue sliding over the word. He quickly dropped the knife, slipping his brown coat off, along with sliding his white shirt over his head to press against the cuts. "Shit, kid." He pressed a kiss to the word, standing up. He held the shirt to your stomach, and you reached forward to grasp his face, slamming your lips onto his. He pressed forward, pinning you against the wall with his entire body.

Dally tugged your belt off, forcing your khakis down to your knees. He pulled away from your lips, leaning his head against the wall above your shoulder. The greaser backed off slightly, his shirt dropping to the ground. He moved a hand to your crotch, palming you roughly. You gasped out a groan, your hand fleeing to the boy's neck.

"Dally–! Mm!" you arched your back, close from just the contact. Dallas laughed softly, pulling your boxers down. "Be quiet, Y/N. There's people here." He scolded, his hand wrapping around your leaking erection. "Please.." you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

Dally began moving his hand, sending tingles through your body. "Shit! Dal–" Dallas slammed his free hand against your mouth, muffling your cries. You thrust your hips forward into the grease's hand, knees buckling slightly. 

"M mm-mm!" You gasped as his hand sped up, and you let out a muffled cry when you came, his hand quieting most of it.

You whimpered as he kept at it, even when you stopped cumming. He leaned up, moving his hand from your mouth. "Please, Dal.." you whispered. "'M sorry, I didn't mean to scream.." you panted, bucking your hips as you started getting hard again.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing. Dallas stopped moving.

 "Turn around." He demanded, and you obeyed. Dally used his hands to pull you away from the wall, forcing you down to your hands and knees. He crouched behind you, snagging his knife again. "Stay still." 

You winced and almost pulled away as he dug the knife into your back, down near your ass. Your tears dripped onto the ground as the grease sliced the word MINE into your skin. He used his shirt to soak up most of the blood, pulling your khakis off the rest of the way.

He used his thumbs to spread your cheeks, spitting at your hole. You gasped, spreading your legs to give him a better view. "Dally– Dally, please." You begged. Dallas let go to smack your ass, "Shut up, kid." He spoke, gently rubbing a finger around your hole. You moaned softly, arms collapsing.

Dally held you up by the hips, pushing two fingers in at once. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. Dallas worked his fingers in and out for a while, before pushing a third in.

Dally curled his fingers, ripping a quiet moan from you. You heard the grease chuckle behind you, before he removed his fingers. You let out a whimper, hole gaping over nothing.

You bit down on your lip, drawing blood, as Dallas pushed in, immediately burying himself to the hilt. Dally began thrusting, and your breathing started to come in harsh pants. The man leaned over, biting down on your shoulder blade. You let out a choked moan, and Dally pressed a hand to your mouth, his hand getting covered in blood and saliva.

Dallas rested his forehead on your back, his thrusts becoming sloppy and less coordinated. You let out a sharp groan, vision getting spotty as he hit your prostate. Dally rammed his hips forward, aiming for that same spot.

You let out a pathetic moan, bucking your hips as you neared your second climax, nails digging into the dirt below you. Dallas moved his hand to your crotch, circling his thumb over your slit.

You let out a string of wanton moans into Dally's hand, eyes squeezing shut. You basically screamed as you came for the second time that night, pushing back to meet Dallas' thrusts.

You heard the grease let out a groan, his thumb still spinning over your softening dick. You felt yourself get filled up, listening to Dallas' rough pants.

Dally moved off of you, causing you to collapse without his support. Your tired eyes followed the ravenette as he got dressed, only pulling his briefs, jeans and shoes on. He walked over to you, running a hand down your side.

"Shit, kid. Sorry," he apologized quietly, reaching for your stained khakis. You winced as he pulled on your boxers, cuts still oozing slightly. You sat up carefully. He gently tugged your khakis on for you, before slinging his coat over your bare shoulders. He handed you the shirts, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You drive?" He asked, leaning back on his haunches. "Yeah. Red Mustang, got a black stripe on both sides." You answered, pulling his coat tighter around you, clutching the bloodied shirts. "Okay. Can ya' walk?" He stood up, offering his hand. You reached up, and he hauled you up.

Your knees buckled under your sudden weight, and you collided with the greaser. Dally leaned over, his arm reaching behind your knees, and he lifted you off the ground with minimal effort.

"So, red Mustang?" He asked, walking out of the hidden area. "You come with anyone?" He continued, glancing around.

"Kid?" The grease sighed, you were slumped against his chest, eyes closed. You slumbered.

You woke up, body sore, in someone else's bed. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide, and frantically looked around. You checked over yourself, wearing too big sweats and Dally's coat. On your front was a bandage, and you could feel the sting of whatever was below it.

You laid back down, running a hand through your.. washed hair? You sighed softly.

"Dally?" You heard rustling outside the room. You sat up and moved from the bed, limping to the door. You opened it, and you could hear chatting. You walked out, peeking around the corner of another doorway.

In the living room was not only Dallas, but the Curtis brothers, Steve Randle, and Keith Mattews (you've heard him called Two-Bit by all but one of your teachers).

One of the Curtis brothers, Sodapop (you went to school with him before he dropped out), turned around and laughed. You raised an eyebrow at him, and glanced around the room. You glanced at the door, and saw it was mid-day. God, you slept for a long time.

"Where?" You hummed, pulling the coat tighter around yourself. 

"Our house, Y/N. I'm Darrel, call me Darry. This here is Sodapop and Ponyboy." You nodded as Darry listed the names, and you noted both Sodapop and Ponyboy's odd names, and their stunning looks.

Dally rubbed his eyes, sighing. "Sorry, kid." He stood up and walked towards you, leaning against the wall in front of you.

"Didn't know where ya' lived, an' I didn't want to bring you to my house." He explained, rubbing his arm. "Had 'em patch you up."  He mumbled.

"I get real.. impulsive when I get drunk, I'm sorry." He whispered. You stared at him, a smile playing on your lips. "It's alright." You punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"I enjoyed it," you smirked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Dally chuckled, "You want'ta stay here for now? Get some rest?" He winked, a grin crowding his face.

"Yeah, sure. If that's okay with them?" You nodded to the living room. "Go ahead." Darry called. You watch as Sodapop leant over and tapped Steve, giggling. He whispered something to his friend, and then Steve started chuckling too.

You followed as Dallas walked back to the room you woke up in. You shut the door, sitting on the bed beside Dally. He looked at you, a small grin on his face. You leaned onto him, resting your head on his chest. "Cuddle, sleep and talk about it later?" You asked, letting your hand rub his inner thigh. "Yeah."

goodbye i didn proof read thsi

[sowlmates]

gotta give it to the percy jackson fans, you really do love your main character. for other franchises, fans usually place the #1 blorbo title on a specific side character. but in percy jackson you really love your percy jackson

[7amaspayrollmanager]

Alright let's imagine a scene that is all too normal in palestine. A palestinian business owner finds his building covered in graffiti stars of Davids and Hebrew that says "gas the arabs" and "death to arabs"

Now imagine there's a reporter there and asks the palestinian business owner what happens and they say "the jews attacked my business"

Pause. Now your response might be "uncle no. Say israelis not jews" and then this is when he would look at you like youre stupid because the israelis doing this are jewish. They are not the Christians or the druze or the palestinian ones with Israeli citizenship. They are Jewish israelis who believe in their religious supremacy. When you graffiti stars of david all over a palestinian business, car, or the street you seek that conflation. it sends a message, this is jewish land and you're next.

The problem is that these videos circulate in zionist circles. "Watch this video of children in gaza calling for the death of jews" "watch how they say they want to fight and kill jews" those children are referring to Israeli soldiers that come in night and do their raids with the star of David attached to their uniform or the ones that bomb them. It's easy to watch those videos and assume that palestinians are indoctrinating their children on anti semitism or you can realize that those children's only interaction with jewish ppl is through violence and parents cannot protect their children from this. Doesn't matter context is lost

Abby Martin went to Jerusalem and interviewed israelis for 2 hours and she says every israeli was extremely confident to say that this land is for them and that they should push the Arabs out and when she interviewed palestinians they spoke of freedom from occupation and their dreams. That's reality. Not the soundbites.

And yet we have invasive youtubers and interviewers constantly in the street of ramallah or wherever in palestine asking palestinians "do you hate jews?" And in those videos you hear those palestinians say "no we have no problem with jews we have a problem with occupation and we have a problem with zionism." Bc this is how we are trained to respond to this trope. Palestinians are very aware what the world thinks of us and the reality is that many palestinians have internalized it and we grow up reading books on the Holocaust and train ourselves to recognize anti semitic dog whistles so zionists don't get the soundbites they want.

So we say "anti zionism is not anti semitism" and we say "israeli zionists" and we do not say "jewish supremacy" even thought it exists in palestine but "zionist supremacy" and in these carefully worded speech we water down what is happening to us in an effort to not deter people away from solidarity. But it means nothing. The world categorically blames palestinians for rising anti semitism they blame us for jewish insecurity globally.

[lunaicfantastic]

fav part of gideon the ninth is for the first pre-canaan house chunk of the book, she's all "ugh I'm so normal surrounded by all these weirdo goth freaks when I blow this popsicle stand everyone will see how cool and normal and charming I am" and then she gets to canaan house and realizes that while she might have been a normie jock in the ninth house she is not exempt from being a goth weirdo who hides important doors behind tapestries and sneaks around in the dark so she doesn't have to talk to people. like we talk about her being a jock forced to be goth but nature v nurture babey she's not shedding that bone freak skin anytime soon

[annaleigh]

Got to do a wraparound book cover for class! Took it as an opportunity to make a love letter to my 12 year old self.

[qwakque]

it shined more brightly than any gem could,,

[uncanny-tranny]

I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3

[nonasbirthday]

of course you can read necros and cavs as a parallel to the gender binary bc A) you can do whatever you want forever and B) yeah there's plenty of textual evidence comparing the necro-cav bond to a marriage. however one thing i think many of these discussions keep missing is the fact that most people in the nine houses are not necros or cavs and do in fact exist outside of this binary. which would make it. not really much of a binary

[lucidloving]

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 // Tracy K. Smith, "Don't You Wonder Sometimes?" // Janet Finch, White Oleander // Five—Sleeping At Last

[learnelle]

Pretty bookshops in France, vol 5.

[lastcellontheleft]

We didn’t get a S4 announcement, but you know what the absolute best thing about today’s C2E2 Hannibal panel truly was? 

For almost the first time since the show ended, Fannibals showed how profitable Hannibal can still be. 

C2E2 sold out of their remaining VIP ticket packages with guaranteed panel seating within 48 hours of the reunion announcement. Paid PopVerse subscriptions to stream the panel spiked with previously untapped demos (if socials are anything to go by). The largest event hall at C2E2 was overcapacity 45 minutes before the panel; while that’s normal for cons like SDCC and NYCC, in my experience that’s less common at C2E2.

Not to mention Mads and Hugh making bank with autograph and photo-op sales; a huge component of drawing in good talent to table at cons as well, making sure they make enough over the weekend to justify their presence beyond panel appearances. From a talent booking/event management perspective, this is the absolute dream scenario.

So, here’s the super fun part: ReedPop, the company that owns C2E2, also owns/operates New York Comic Con (NYCC), one of the highest-profile US entertainment conventions after San Diego Comic-Con. Now that ReedPop is aware of the viability of Hannibal programming, it would be extremely surprising if RP didn’t attempt a run at a larger, proper reunion panel at NYCC.

Honestly, great job, team. 2024 could very well be the year we get real buzz going again!

[ilibra]

Have a bunch of cute little chibis that I drew for Dazzling Bookish Shop! These are all designs for acrylic charms included in their monthly subscription (and sometimes their special editions!)

In order the books are: Wolfsong, Ravensong, Cemetery Boys, The Sunbearer Trials, All That's Left in the World, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Icebreaker, AFTG, Gideon the Ninth, The Charm Offensive, The Darkness Outside Us and Legend & Lattes ♥

[shyjusticewarrior]

Jason's Advice To Duke & Him Taking It

[vashhanamichi]

the absolute angel @shelter-maki0 drew these beautiful masterpieces inspired by my fanfics Contrapasso and Mary Magdalene. I can't describe how touched I am. @shelter-maki0, to me, is probably the greatest Tomharrymort artist there is and her works, that always look haunting and fairy-tale like, inspire me endlessly. These are so beautiful and I can't stop looking at them. 私は光栄です。どうもありがとうございます！

[annaleigh]

that no smoking sign can’t stop him because he can’t read!!