Spot: *Sneezes*

*the gang is hanging out at the Curtis house. Pony and johnny are sitting on the couch with their own pens*

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Ponyboy: *Clicks a pen*

Johnny: *clicks his own pen in response*

Steve: They’re talking about me in Morse code!

Ponyboy: Steve, please. Why would we take hours to learn a completely outdated, complicated way of communication just to talk shit about you?

Johnny: *Clicks his pen in agreement*

Sodapop: Yeah, they definitely learned Morse code to talk smack.

Here are (some of) my drawings I contribute to The Outsiders fandom😫😫 ignore the printed words, I obviously had better things to do than learn

I passed the class dw, but more importantly MY BABY JOHNNY <333

"Far away from Tulsa, way outside of town

Where people can be people and nobody puts you down

Just because they don't want you around

Its far out in the country, blue skies overhead

I've seen it in the movies and the books I've read

This place is real, it's not just in my head"

"Planting crops

Splittin' rails,

Swapping tales around the fire

Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day,

Just the moon so big and yellow,

It turns night right into day,

Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet,

In Santa Fe"

Jack (First chair trumpet) : Hey! don't talk to him like that!

Spot: (walks over and slaps the shit out of Jack)

Newsies as a conversation first chair flute and second chair flute had with the band director the other day.

Spot (Band director): *points to first chair flute* What would happen if I run you over with my minivan because you won't stop PLAYING IT LEGATO

Race (Second chair flute) : No, Don't she's the only one who can do anything around here.

Davey (First chair flute) : Finally, the appreciation I deserve.

Spot: You deserve nothing.

im back from the dead with young greaser designs!!

"fuck it we ball" *cries to oddly specific musical theatre songs*

Sis: hey! Do you know wher-w, what are you reading?

Me: the outsiders.

Sis: what are you watching?

Me: the outsiders.

Sis: what are you listening to?

Me: ...the outsiders.

Race: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Romeo: *chugs entire bottle*

Romeo: It’s perfume.