#yippee-ki-yay

[renee-faundo]

Pork Recipe

Each serving of this spaghetti dinner includes a sizable meatball that has been cooked in your preferred pasta sauce in the Instant Pot® using ground beef, ground pork, and Parmesan.

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a xms poem

'Twas the night before Christmas, in Nakatomi Tower, Not a creature was stirring, at least not the hour. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

John McClane, a cop, on vacation to see, His estranged wife and the holiday glee. When out on the rooftop, arose such a clatter, He sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below.

When what to his wondering eyes should appear, But terrorists plotting, spreading holiday fear. With cunning and guile, they took hostages all, Led by Gruber, charismatic and tall.

More rapid than eagles, his henchmen they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now Karl, now Theo, now Tony and Franco! On Marco, on Uli, on Alexander, Branco!"

To the top of the tower, they fled from the mall, Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" And up to the rooftop, the hostages flew, With hopes that the police soon would subdue.

But John, armed and ready, with wit and with might, Battled the terrorists throughout the long night. Through vents and through hallways, he crawled and he crept, Defeating the foes as they laughed and they wept.

Now Gruber, enraged, sought to flee from the fray, But John, ever vigilant, stood in his way. A showdown ensued, on the tower so high, With "Yippee-ki-yay," came the villain's goodbye.

The dawn soon approached, on that Christmas morn, As John reunited with his love, so forlorn. The tower was safe, the threat now a memory, A Christmas tale of triumph, forever in glory.

[6cunning6linguist6]

Kendall Penny

[goddesspharo]

That's my natural state...is in a cowboy hat in the middle of a field. [x]

[wild-lavender-rose]

Proposal

Pairing: Darry Curtis x fem!reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: Darry asks your abusive father for permission to marry you, a request that does not go over well. But Darry and you are determined to be together, no matter what it takes.

Warning: Verbally abusive father, drunk father, language, canon typical fighting

Prompts: This is for the @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me Valentine's Day event. I chose the prompts "I love you" and "I could marry you right now". Enjoy!

"Get off of my porch and oughta my sight, you filthy little-"

"Dad?" You walked faster down your street at the sound of your father's slurred cursing, paper bags full of groceries heavy in each arm.

"Look, I'm just trying to do things the right way, she deserves the best,"

"Oh god," you broke into a run. "Dad? Darry?"

"Then why the hell you comin' here askin' for her?"

"I can take care of her a whole lot better than you can,"

You rounded the corner to see your Dad backing Darry out onto the front porch. Your father was drunk again, but then there was seldom a time where he wasn't drunk.

"I'm about to take care of you right now." Your father raised the half empty beer bottle in his fist just as you kicked open the broken metal gate guarding the overgrown lawn to you and your father's dilapidated house.

"Dad, stop!" You dropped the groceries without thinking, running up the creaky porch steps to stand between him and Darry.

"Baby," Darry's tone softened.

"I told you not to bother with askin," you looked over your shoulder at him, noting how he had gotten dressed up for the occasion.

"There is no way in hell that I'll ever let you marry him." Your dad waved his beer bottle at you. "Now get in the house."

"No, Dad." You shook your head even as your insides trembled. "Darry and I have a plan, we've had it for a while. We're getting married."

"You are not! I won't let you!"

"I don't need your permission, Dad, I'm leaving."

"What the," your father spluttered. "If you leave I'll call the police and have him and his brothers arrested."

"For what? Taking care of your daughter?" Darry took a step closer, his chest pressing against your back. "I love her, sir. I love her and I'm gonna take care of her."

# # # # #

"He said what?!" Ponyboy burst out laughing as he flopped on the couch next to Sodapop. "Our Darry?"

"This stays in the family, all right?" Darry reached out for you as you came from the kitchen to the living room where the brothers all sat, tugging you easily into his lap. "Not a word about it to any of the others."

"We wouldn't want anyone else to know he's a softie." You grinned as you settled against him, draping your arms around his shoulders with your legs pulled into his lap.

Darry rolled his eyes but didn't bother to hide his smile. "I could marry you right now." He bumped his nose against yours.

"Can't wait three more days?" You nuzzled right back. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch until then."

"Let Ponyboy take the couch, he don't mind," Sodapop nudged Ponyboy who nodded willingly.

"I love you." Darry said.

You blinked, surprised that he said it in front of his brothers. "I love you too."

"What do you say we go wake up the justice of the peace now and have ourselves a wedding?"

You laughed. You should have known something like this was going to happen. A midnight wedding seemed the perfect start to the crazy life you and Darry were going to make together.

"Of course, babe. I'd love that."

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Dare."

Fanfic Masterlist

[ambrozjas]

“thought you said you hated valentine’s.” you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorway as you looked at dallas. his fist was clenching a bouquet of crumpled up pink roses against his side, averting your gaze.

“yeah, whatever man. johnny said i should give these ta’you or somethin’.” he thrusted the flowers in your direction, finally looking up at you as his thick brown eyebrows furrowed with deceit when he tried continuing his grumbles of lies.

you merely stepped down your steps, softly resting the door back on its hinges as you step in front of dally, whose eyes never leave your frame.

as you stood in front of him, you looked down at the flowers in his hand, taking notice of the purples and yellow bruises littering his knuckles. the bruises that you so carefully cleaned up the night he came home to you, pressing soft kisses to each one in between mutters of reassurance, which surely but slowly lead to you being sprawled out on the couch below dallas. no matter how much dallas thought it was cheesy, you loved to annoy him with your sappy words of encouragement because although he claimed to hate it, you never missed how the tips of his ears grew red.

“y’know, you didn’t have to—“

“i told ya, johnny told me to drop these off. ‘s not like i’d actually go to the store jus’ for flowers.” even as a ‘hardened’ criminal, he had never managed to convince you whenever he lied.

you know he’d never admit it. you know that you should be grateful for whatever he’s said to you, because it’s likely that he’d never say it again. dallas didn’t love like a normal man, he loved like dallas. and that was okay with you.

so instead, you just smiled at the sentiment as you grabbed the flowers delicately, careful so as to not ruin them.

looking up at him through your lashes, you admired dallas. you had to admit, this was a pretty big step for him. yeah, he would sling an arm over your shoulder lazily and walk around town with you in a protective sort of way, but even doing small gestures like gifting you flowers was different for him. it almost made him feel small, and you were proud of him for it.

“you gonna kiss me, or what?” he teased, tilting his head up and looking down at you with a glint of smugness in his eyes. you scoffed amusedly and shook your head, pulling on the lapel of his leather jacket as you slammed his lips on yours. you can tell he’s been picking at them again because of the shaky thin ridges that outlined the untainted skin on his lips as they moved on yours.

you could call dallas winston a lot of things. he was brash, he was a criminal, he was aggressive, he was violent.

but that didn’t matter to you, because you called dallas, ‘dal’. and when he was ‘dal’ he was no longer any of these names that fell from the lips belonging to the judgmental eyes surrounding him. he was just dally, and that’s all that mattered to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STOP BECAUSE I POURED MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS LITTLE BLURB FOR @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me’s VALENTINE’S EVENT !! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY !! CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF TOO 🫶🫶

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[theseshipsshallsail]

Save a 🐴 ride a 🤠

[ryoukio]

Yippee ki-yay!! We got a runner!

Or Deacon with hair. Sunshine under the cut

[chernobog13]

[imdead770]

The Outsiders × Reader - Valentines Day

Authors Notes - Inspired by prompts by @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me

(Again, tysm for inviting me to this!)

More specifically, these are how the gang would ask you to be their valentine.

Enjoy!

Darry Curtis -

He strongly believes he's too old for the 'be my valentine' shit. But it gave him an excuse to ask you out, so he did it. He didn't tell the gang because he knew they'd all freak out and either A) tease him for it or B) ruin it. Probably both. So he just casually went and asked you out. Really straight up, probably with a rose or something. Literally just came up, knocked on your door, and went

"Will you be my Valentine?"

Just a simple, straight forward ask. Whenever you accepted he offered to take you out, all that. He was internally kicking his feet and jumping up and down, though.

Sodapop Curtis -

You already know he had the most thought out, cheesiest, sweetest proposal ever. He's been plotting this since New Years. I already know that all week at least 60 girls asked him to be their Valentine. Each time he said something along the lines of 'I already got a date, miss. Ya can take Steve, though, he free as a bird.'

Whenever he finally asked you, your jaw dropped. Chocolates, flowers, a teddy bear. He even washed his hair?!!?? Steve's holding a sign in the background?? It's like a prom-posal for Valentines Day. Obviously you said yes, which ultimately leads in him hugging the life out of you. He literally stays with you the rest of the day, like you two are soul mates now. You're stuck with him.

Ponyboy Curtis -

Literally has no idea how this works. I mean the kid's 14, he's probably never had a girlfriend except some random 1st grade girl when he was the fastest kid in class. He gets Soda to give him 'girl getting' lessons. The run through this whole plan.

The day of said plan, he's so nervous he forgets the plan. The plan is gone. It's just blushing and shoving chocolates into your hands. You got the message, though. Plus you thought him being flustered was cute, so you said yes. He was shocked, like his jaw dropped. It dropped more when you kissed him on the cheek and went on your merry way. You two met up at the movies later, though.

Johnny Cade -

Again, has little to no idea what he's doing. He would ask Dallas but you're not exactly a 'broad', so he's on his own. He got some advice from Soda through Ponyboy. Just a bit, though. This time there is no plan, he just comes up to you, holding some wildflowers he picked outside. He asks you really, really quietly. You understood what he meant. He didn't want to make it a big thing. So you just smiled, taking the flowers and saying yes in some way shape or form. Again, he was shocked it worked.

The gang probably found out sooner or later and set you two up at the diner. Which was actually really nice because they had Valentines Day deals and all that. Plus Johnny's super sweet, so 10/10 experience.

Dallas Winston -

He's so confident it's annoying. No plan, no flowers, no chocolates, nothing. It depends how close you two are. If this is like the first time he's asking you out he comes with nothing. If you two are already close-ish, he brings you some cheap flower or necklace he stole. He's Dal, it's not heartfelt, it's more like him asking you out rather than being Valentines. He thinks that's way too cheesy.

So he asks you on a date with his thick New York accent shining through. You said yes, of course, and he doesn't even wait for you to get ready. 'Ya loak go'enof' doll, you ain't needa' freshen'up a' nowthin'."

He's not exactly sweet, but he tries to be more decent. It's the thought that counts I guess.

Two-Bit Mathews -

You already know where this is going. He asks you out with some really bad, kill yourself worthy pick up line. I'm not creative right now so I can't think of anything good, but trust me, it was bad. All the cheeseyness of Valentines day in one sentence.

He probably high fived you or some stupid shit when you said yes. Basically it was just a lot of flirting, joking, and more flirting. That sums it up.

Steve Randle -

Again, he acts like he's too cool for the whole 'Be my Valentine' thing. He asks you, just not directly. Probably with a really badly written card or a box of chocolate he got from DX with the employees discount. He didn't put too much thought into it, he just gave you a box of chocolates. If we're being honest he probably already ate half of them. If he didn't he asks for some once he gives them to you.

When you say yes he acts like he knew you would, but he was genuinely surprised. You two ended up hanging out, though. Not really a fancy date, more sitting at a diner with chocolate milkshakes and him downing chocolate cake.

I'll post what they'd do if you were already dating on Valentine's soon!

[keelifallen]

[pastafossa]

Friend: wyd

Me: important things

The important things:

[6cunning6linguist6]

Shiri Allwood

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell on 35mm [x]

[bobbyskizza]

At 41 years old I have done my first bit of sewing.

[possumcollege]

"I'll buck her roos alright. Yee them haws till 'er cows come. Home that is."