You Know That Dally Would Be A Super Senior. I Can Def See Him "guess Who?????" "Where My Hug At????"

JUST LISTENED TO THE OUTSIDERS MUSICAL CAST RECORDING. IF I DONT GET TICKETS TO FLY TO NEW YORK AND WATCH IT ON BROADWAY, THEN IMA KYM.

It's sooooo good!!! The music hits differently. I have never heard a musical that's like, southern. Yeah, there's Waitress and all, but that's classic Broadway with a southern accent. THE OUTSIDERS, however, has like a popy style, but still has a twange, while still being very Broadway!!!!!

Pony: after sandy broke up with soda, he told me to never date any girls ever.

Pony: and I took that personally.

Jack, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Jack, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Jack: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

You guys know what I don’t understand? Why did Steve follow sodapop (who mind mind you, wasn’t wearing any clothes.) into the room with him only for there to be the ‘racket of a pillow fight’ the second he went in? 😭

Either Steve and Soda are just weird and randomly have pillow fights, or Ponyboy misinterpreted what they were doing.

Janus: Alright, so Google maps says that it'll take 1 hour to get there and-

Remus: Only I'd you actually listen to laws. I can make it in 10 minutes!!

Janus: ....

Janus: No.

Can you please give Dally a hug? This man just needs a hug.

Dally finally gets a hug :)

and have some happier ones bc I felt bad

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Darry: I could've been famous one day, but now I’m stuck in this house with a bunch of morons.

67': Tulsa'd

Got a hold: Greased

Family: Runs

Expectations: Great

Tulsa: Far away

Letter: Soda

Brother: Gold

Kenny Ortega is an openly gay director that worked for Disney. When asked about if there was a queer aesthetic that ran through his movies, he responded,

"Yeah, for sure. I do, because that’s who I am. I put a lot of who I am into my work. I mean, really all the way back from the earliest work that I’ve done, even as a choreographer in film and television. And I think, yeah, that it’s just there, and whether it’s screaming at you, or whether it’s just sort of quietly there, it’s there."

So when someone ships the same gendered people in his movies, it really isn't that crazy as you might think. AND JUST LOOK AT THESE PHOTOS AND TELL ME THEY DONT HAVE SOME QUEER UNDERTONES-

And lets all not forget that Kenny did confirm Ryan from HSM officially gay but ifthatsjustme-

JoJo's nightly prayer was usually a comforting sound to Elmer. He may not be religious himself, but the soft murmur of his best friend's voice as he prayed lulled him to sleep most nights.

Not tonight, though. Tonight the sound distressed him.

Jack wasn't on the roof, even he had enough sense to sleep inside when it was cold. So Elmer slipped down from his bunk and crept over to the window, scuttling up the ladder. He wasn't allowed on the roof without one of the older boys, according to Jack, but right now Elmer didn't care what Jack did or didn't allow.

"Um... hullo, God. Or Jesus. Whichever of you are listening." He didn't kneel, or clasp his hands, but he did lift his head to stare up at the big white moon, faintly through the wispy clouds.

"I know JoJo's praying at the moment, and you should listen to him, but I hope one'a you can listen to me." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts.

"Romeo's dad came by again today. He scares me- not as much as he scares Romeo, 'course. Mush scared him off 'fore Kloppman even got to the door though. An' Sniper's dad came by yesterday. I dunno why Sniper keeps going home when he hurts him like that. That's what I wanted to ask you; why d'you let people hurt other people?"

A particularly sharp gust of wind bit at his bare arms. JoJo would probably say it was a Sign, that he was asking questions he shouldn't, but Elmer was tired of the questions building up inside him.

"Why- why did you let Mr. Wiesel an' the Delanceys and the police hurt us during the strike? Why did you let Mr. Pulitzer and Hearst raise their prices, when you must know how we live?" His voice was trembling now, increasing in volume unintentionally, "Why'd JoJo get sent on a ship here alone over a war that never even happened- n-not that I'm not happy he's here, but he doesn't know how to find his parents! Half my friends can't be with their family for one reason or 'nother, an' the other half are terrified of them! Why d'you let that happen? Why did you let my mama send me away? I don't know what I did wrong!"

Elmer was shouting now, his cheeks damp and vision blurred with tears. He didn't even realise. Someone was speaking to him, although he couldn't make out what they were saying. He felt warm, safe arms suddenly wrap around him, pulling him close against someone's chest and turning his face away from the moon.

The moon gave no answer to his questions, and neither did anyone else.