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carpe diem but if I do one thing outside my comfort zone I WILL cry

steve randle died on a tuesday, his father’s fist red with his blood. he died in a house he never belonged in, with a man he wished he could hate.

sodapop curtis cried for the whole tuesday, wednesday. then on thursday he was silent, friday he punched darry in the chest over and over to stop the aching in his lungs. saturday he screamed and threw all the plates in the cupboard on the floor, sunday he hugged ponyboy so tight he couldn’t breathe.

it was like life pressed fast forward, until the day of the funeral. on the day of the funeral sodapop curtis drank half a bottle of vodka and chugged as many beers as he could before he threw up. on the day of the funeral he bought as much candy as he could with the pitiful amount he had in his wallet and ate until his sugar crash finally hit. anything to stop that pain in his bones that dragged throughout his body on repeat.

at the funeral he sobbed, fixing steve’s hair the way he would’ve wanted, slipping a dime into his pocket and placing his hand over his heart. he still had a black eye and a busted up lip from his dad, but that’s what made it all the more real.

steve randle died on a tuesday in june, his car sat out in the lot until a thursday in december. it was wrecked by then, mouldy and missing parts- stolen by thieves and starving children. the classic story of the east side.

he died on a tuesday morning and was found dead in the afternoon, bled out over the carpet. staining it for life, the thick smell of pennies filling the air for the rest of eternity.

The Shepard siblings! Thinking of drawing the Curtis’s next

Steve is still a hater

Steve: *pulls out of the driveway*

*the car bounces*

Steve: speedbump!

Soda:

Soda: THAT WAS PONYBOY!

Ponyboy who’s not a Mamas boy.

Who’s not a Daddy’s boy.

Who’s Darry boy.

Who’s Soda’s boy.

Who’s Steve’s boy.

Who’s Two-bits boy.

Who was Dally’s boy.

Who was Johnny’s boy.

Who would always be Darry’s baby, ticking him awake, spinning him around after track, nearly crying.

Who was Soda’s Pony, the horse he always wanted, slipping him a Pepsi at the Dx, cuddling, crying with him, lying beside him

Who was Steve’s ‘Shithead’, joking around with him, running over to save him when he was jumped.

Who was Two-bit’s kiddo, making sure he’s not sick, putting a smile on his face, who used to tell his mama he didn’t need a baby brother ‘cus he already had one.

Who was Dally’s ‘man’, fighting in a way for him, hanging out with him, trying to keep himsafe.

Who was Johnny’s Pone, confiding in him, listening, always there for him.

And Ponyboy who with all of this still, doesn’t t fit in. Wasn’t quite right, would never be. He’s different.

Who hates that so much. Who couldn’t quite articulate how to fix it.

Who couldn’t fix it.

Who thought maybe killing hismelf would fix it, post book.

It didn’t work. Walking out bloodied right into the living room. Numb. Dull. He hadn’t expected Steve to care so much. He hated him.

He refused to leave him alone though. Pony didn’t even feel alive right now. He’s just repeated the same phrase to every question, “I’m ok.”

Even if it was a complete different question.

Why couldn’t he fuck off and go back to the Dx?? He wanted to be alone. Soda was waiting, it was only his lunch break.

He didn’t understand why he’d refused to leave him alone. Refused to even leave him alone in a room by himself. Much less the house.

Who pleaded he wasn’t a baby anymore.

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I was playing Cello today n I was complaining to my friend abt how bad I was doing n all of a sudden this kid infront of me fully turns around (keep in mind he also had a cello so it almost fell) n just said “Lock in.” ??? i did not in fact lock in.

This is me btw (also I cant decide if I wanna make one of these my new pfp)

y’all cooking fr

Vietnam au but Ponyboy moved into an apartment with Cathy when he was 19, while Soda was off at war (Steve too), but the entire plot of the fanfic is scences of Soda and Steve writing letters or Ponyboy falling in a deep depression since everything seems to have gone to shit. Even if he’d gotten his shit togther and had a job he enjoyed, a writer. He was making decent money for it too, and Cathy, trying to enjoy her marriage while the world seemed to erupt into even a little bit, but still chaos, dancing with her husband couldn’t dance away the pain from it.

Anyways it didn’t end well…😼😼✊✊

Sorry if this is stupid idk I’m #1 self appointed Cathyboy truther

im gonna eat you /positive

turning you into posole as we SPEAK!!!

the urge to completely change my artstyle (I can’t draw Sodapop and Steve in my current style 😭😭)