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i'm just fifteen! ₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 she / her #WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

real people

elvis presley ♱ matt dillon ♱ john travolta ♱ rob lowe

matt dillon

tex mccormick ♱ dallas winston ♱ bob hughes ♱ sam lombardo ♱ mike cochrane ♱ rusty james ♱ henry chinaski ♱ mike wash ♱ dova ♱ trip murphy

john travolta

tony manero ♱ danny zuko ♱ bud ♱ charlie reed ♱ michael ♱ woody stevens ♱ vincent vega ♱ paul brenner ♱ eddie ♱ james ubriacco

rob lowe

sodapop curtis, skip burroughs, billy hicks

the outsiders

dallas winston ♱ johnny cade ♱ ponyboy curtis ♱ sodapop curtis ♱ darrel curtis ♱ steve randle ♱ two bit matthews ♱ bob sheldon ♱ tim shepard ♱ buck merrill

dirty dancing

johnny castle

the breakfast club

andrew clark ♱ brian johnson

lethal weapon

martin riggs

the hunger games

haymitch abernathy

IT

patrick hockstetter / zombie!patrick hockstetter, henry bowers(adult or not), victor criss / zombie!victor criss.

scream

billy loomis, stu matcher, randy meeks.

the dead poets society

neil perry, todd anderson, knox overstreet, charlie dalton.

Target shooting, 1941. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

Pony would randomly just jump on his brothers' backs and hug them like a koala while they act like it's not happening cause they're so used to it

Darry walks in

Two-bit: "Hey Darry, I think ya'll are out of bread"

Darry, with a ponyboy on his back: "Really? I'll get some later then." Darry gets out a bowl and starts pouring cereal

Two-bit: "make sure to get the- Woah, you know you got a wild pone sittin there on your back?"

Darry, acting like it's normal: "yup"

Pony: "yup"

Two-bit: "Is this normal?"

Darry: "mhm"

And he just keeps eating his cereal and reading the newspaper like there isn't a 14 year old on him

THIS IS SO ME

i love being a little freak on tumblr nobody can stop me

One of the hardest things for Darry being Ponyboy's guardian is when he gets in trouble at school.

Like one time the school called him in because Ponyboy got into a fight at lunch with a soc because the dude said something along the lines of "you greasers are on thin ice" and Ponyboy said "at least I can stand on ice, you fat fuck" and they started swinging.

Poor Darry had to sit in front of the principal and act like that wasn't the funniest fucking thing he's ever heard.

TV IN BLACK AND WHITE

Dallas Winston X reader

"if you get lonely, think of me only. Prison isn't going to keep me from you."

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

"Y/N L/N."

You hear your name before you see the guy calling it. He’s standing by the desk, flipping through a clipboard, looking bored out of his mind. The guard barely glances at you when you step forward. He just nods towards the door on his left. "You the little girlfriend?"

You don't answer, just duck your head and walk past him quick. Your face is hot, and you can still feel him looking at you. You hear the lock click behind you, and then you’re in a smaller room, cold and grey and ugly, and he’s there.

Dallas Winston. He’s leaned back in the metal chair, smirking like this is all a big joke. The second he sees you, that smirk gets a little wider, and he lifts his hands—both cuffed to the table—and wiggles his fingers at you. "Look what the cops got me in, doll. Ain’t this a crime in itself?"

You roll your eyes, but your heart is pounding. It's been weeks. Too long. You sit down across from him, folding your hands in your lap so you don’t do something stupid, like reach for him.

"What’d you do this time?" you ask, even though you already know. Everyone knows.

"Oh, you know," Dallas shrugs. "Cops ain’t got nothin’ better to do than pick me up for dumb shit."

"You robbed a convenience store."

"I borrowed."

"You punched the cashier."

Dallas grins. "He had it comin’."

You let out a long breath, staring down at the scratched-up table. "You're a real idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah." He shifts in his seat, his chains clinking against the table. His eyes flick to your hands, and for a second, his smirk softens. "Nice ring, sweetheart."

You glance at it, twisting it on your finger. "Thanks."

He watches you do it. Like he wants to be the one doing it for you. The thought makes your stomach flip.

There’s a moment of quiet, just the sound of some other prisoner yelling down the hall. He leans forward a little, and it makes your breath catch. Like he's trying to get closer even though he can’t. "You doin’ okay?"

You shrug. "Had a test the other day. Think I failed."

"That’s my girl," he says, like it’s something to be proud of. "Your folks know?"

"Yeah. They both do."

"What’d they say?"

You hesitate, then sigh. "Dad called you a local disgrace."

Dallas snorts, shaking his head. "He ain’t wrong."

"I don’t care."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He looks at you for a second, just looks. And then he smirks again, tilting his head. "They can’t keep me away from you, you know."

You roll your eyes, but your face is burning. "You’re chained to a table."

"Yeah, but not forever."

"Maybe you should stop getting arrested."

He laughs, full and careless. "Now what fun would that be?"

You press your lips together. It’s not funny. Not really. But he’s looking at you, and there’s something about the way his voice drops when he says, "Miss me?"

You should lie. You should make him sweat for it. But you nod, just barely. His smirk twitches, like he’s fighting something softer, something real.

"Miss you too, doll."

There’s a buzz, and the guard’s voice comes through the speaker. "Time’s up."

Dallas groans, tilting his head back like a little kid being told to go to bed. "Aw, c’mon."

You stand up, slow, like maybe if you move slow enough, they’ll let you stay longer. But they won’t. And you can’t. You shove your hands in your pockets scratching the denim feel.

"Be good, Winston."

"That’s askin’ too much, baby."

You shake your head, and you don’t smile. Not all the way. Then you turn and walk away, and you don’t look back, even when you hear him call your name.