Mood

i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia and i hate all u fuckinf sylvia glazers like did u actually read the book UGHSHSHS she has too many glazers for a character with no lines she is literally a bitch she isn’t a iconic baddie serving cunt please enough

AND WHY DID I SEE SOMEONE SAY SHE WAS A VICTIMMM?? COMPARING HER TO CHERRY VALANCE?? LIKE UMMM WATATATT

The gangs hobbies or secret talent

Darry's a footballer, a pianist and surprisingly good at math.

Pony's a writer and an artist. He doesn't take his drawings as seriously as his writing though.

Soda has had too many hobbies to count, but his favorite one is horse racing. He also plays the guitar and loves to dance.

Two-Bit is more of a doodler than Pony and he leaves graffitis all over the town. He gets really inspired by comics in the papers and add his own twist. He can play the fiddle.

Steve knows how to sew and he takes pride in customizing his own clothes. He fixes cars and he's really good at it but he also dreams of doing theatre. He also knows how to play the violin.

Dally participates in rodeos and blows off steam by punching stuff. He doesn't really have an artistic or creative fibre inside of him but he might've picked up one very specific craft from juvie, like paper stars or something.

Johnny would love to paint. I can see him rapping or beatboxing in a moden AU with Pony and Dally.

me all day at school

...I promise

2.850

His ass is not working

The Muppet Show in Syndication

Brittany Murphy red carpet looks (1999 - 2000)

you got me singing love songs ᝰ.ᐟ ᥫ᭡

wonder who's been stuffing all these poems in your locker .. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ | ponyboy curtis x gn ! reader

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after a tiring day of school, you were looking forward to two things and two things only-- the note that's slipped in your locker every day and getting home as soon as you can to read that note while you're wrapped up in your blanket, giggling and twirling your hair between your fingers.

as you make your way over to you locker, you catch a glimpse of a boy in the corner of your eye, seeming to be heading in the same direction. his hair is a shade of cedar brown, long in the back and shorter in the front. there's a slight gloss in his hair-- greasy, but not to the point where you can see your reflection through his locks. his eyes are a shade of greyish-green that immediately reminds you of the crisp autumn fog. he looks a bit nervous-- with his eyes darting around his surroundings and the way he twiddles with his hoodie strings, you'd think he was a deer in the headlights. he was quite cute, too. the kind of face that you want to plant a thousand kisses on while cupping their cheeks.

you decide to stop for a moment, see what he's up to that's got him so jittery. you rush towards the nearest pillar at an attempt to conceal yourself. just as you peer over the pillar, the boy slips a piece of folded paper into the slit of your locker. he stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking away with an attitude that looks indifferent on the surface, but is extremely tense beneath that façade. you could feel the heat from the red washing over your cheeks radiating and you can't help but grin as if you'd just won the lottery.

'you got me singing love songs, love songs' .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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one my fav movies

Sucker Punch art book ♡