Ponyboy Trying To Act Tough While Also Needing His Big Brother To Cuddle Him To Sleep Is So Silly And

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For Johnny's birthday he was allowed to wear Dally's jacket all day long! 🥰

bmf !!

hiii!! tumblr is such a cool place and i thought i'd try and make a post to see if anyone would wanna be my friend!!

interests

the outsiders, matt dillon movies, ocs, k-pop, music/spotify, making playlists, friends (1994-2004), and more !!

BYF

i attached quickly so sorry if i overshare a bit/get excited.

i reply really fast & i don't like it when people are dry.

i appreciate people who match my energy.

once i get comfortable with you i love calling + roblox/playing games

if i do smth that bothers you i'd prefer for you to tell me straight up please

i'm kind of sensitive

i love yapping abt ocs/any hyperfixations of mine

DNI

pedophiles, pro-shippers, homophobic, racist, sexist, basic dnis

i'm a minor (15), so please no one over 17 and no one under like 13

if u ghost ppl pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm

if u hate dallas winston/matt dillon (this one is more silly and not a strict dni)

again, if you're not gonna reply or be dry pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm /gen

i'm mostly active on discord/tiktok!! im trying to be more active on here but idk how to make aesthetic posts

lasso 𐚁⋆｡˚ ⋆

not to be dramatic or anything but i don't know how a human is capable of looking like this

Interview Magazine vol. 21 issue 4 April 1991. Matt Dillon by Albert Watson. Editorial. Double Spread Double Story .

underrated reunion scene

Ponyboy didn’t cry at Johnny’s funeral. He wanted to, he really did, but he couldn’t make the tears come. He couldn’t feel anything, so he just looked at the grave in silence. He didn’t cry when he got home either. He just sat down in front of the shitty TV and watched whatever cartoon was on. He wanted to feel so badly. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream or sob but nothing would come. He was numb.

He went on like that for two weeks. He went on like that until Darrel pushed too hard and then he yelled. He yelled but he still barely felt. He didn’t truly feel until Johnny’s clothes were in his arms. He didn’t feel until he could still smell the smoke and grease and dirt that was so distinctly Johnny still clinging to the fabric. And the minute he felt, he wished it would go away. Because the grief and despair came over him like a tidal wave. He thought he couldn’t possibly still feel his heart break after his parents died, but smelling Johnny and holding his rough jacket, his heart shattered. Suddenly he was burying his face in Johnny’s stuff and gasping for air as sobs wracked his entire body.

It got a little better when he read Johnny’s letter. It got a little better when he started opening up to his brothers. It started getting better when he started feeling a little more ok. But then the one year anniversary came around and suddenly he was plunged back into his pure and unfiltered grief.

He spent the entire morning sitting on his couch, the rest of the gang, or what was left of it, there too. He thought he’d be ok, maybe he’d visit Johnny’s grave and talk to him, or read the letter again. But when he read the letter, the blood drained from his face as he realized that he no longer perfectly remembered Johnny’s voice. He sucked in air when he realized before immediately curling into Darrel and clasping a hand over his mouth to stop the loud sob from escaping. He spent the rest of the day like that, held by his brothers, Soda rubbing his back and Darrel quietly whispering out “I know, baby, I’m so sorry”. He could barely feel Soda’s touch or hear Darrel’s comfort over the ringing in his ears as he kept his eyes squeezed shut, trying to remember every mark on Johnny’s body and the way his laugh sounded and the way his hand felt, his cries getting more intense whenever he couldn’t recall the details. Because his best friend was fading away and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

ty for the tag vinnie!!! i cried ilysm <3

Last Song: Runs in the Family (Reprise)

Last Book: Night (elie wiesel !!)

Last Movie: Freaky Friday (2003)

Last Show: Friends

Last thing I looked up: voldemort's daughter oc... erm.

Favorite Color: pink >.<

Sweet/spicy/savory: SWEET I LOVE SWEET FOODS :D

Relationship status: single pringle

Beautiful relationship in my life: me and all my online friends :D

Looking forward to: the weekend <3

Current obsession: OUTSIDERS AND MY OCS LORE....

@beetlebro77 MWAH MWAH BIG FAT KISS :D

tagged by @lostseadreamer thank you for tagging me!! 💙

last song: Golden Years by David Bowie

last book: Contact by Carl Sagan

last movie: Rear Window (1954)

last show: Star Trek TOS

last thing i looked up: my address (for directions)

favorite color: green!

sweet/savory/spicy: savory

relationship status: single

beautiful relationship in my life: hi Benny I love you

looking forward to: SPRING please this winter needs to end

current obsession: Star Trek save me. Save me Star Trek.

Tagging @stuckasmain @beyondtheconjuring @hoppkorv @brokebackbadger (if you want no pressure etc)

drawing of my OC named Harry Potter. i created him when i was a very young child and staying at my aunt's house when she asked me if i'd ever read the Harry Potter books before and I said no and my beautiful mind immediately imagined a fun cartoon hippo named Harry Potter who starred in various picture books and i was severely disappointed when she showed me the sorcerer's stone and some lame as fuck nerd was on the cover instead. so when you think about it, mine was actually first.