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whineston:
i finally did it i reached the next hundred
never mind some assholes playing with my heart
I’d follow again if I could
But alas I can only follow once

this gif goes out to the cold corndog who unfollowed you

@theoutsidersenthusiast

Sun, 04 Oct 2015 18:14:53

theoutsidersenthusiast:

a book that you could literally throw at anyone’s face and it wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as the story

a movie that you could literally chuck at someone’s stomach and it still wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as the story

@theoutsidersenthusiast

Sun, 04 Oct 2015 12:28:51

so i saw this thing on tumblr the other day, and it said “true love is having a crush on him even after he got a haircut” and all i could think was PONYBOY

@theoutsidersenthusiast

Sat, 26 Sep 2015 22:37:46

‘’things are rough all over’’

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#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #two-bit mathews #johnny cade #steve randle #darry curtis #cherry valance #eighties #movies

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Wed, 20 Sep 2017 16:40:08

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@dallaswinstonsgirl724

Mon, 12 Aug 2019 22:00:53

entitled and broken

prologue

lowercase intended

shelley martin was a soc by all means. she had the rich dad who cared more about his secretary than his own wife, the sad drunk mom who would ditch this town and her family the second she got a chance, and the older brother who ran away to new york 2 years ago after promising to bring shelley with him. he didn’t. he overdosed last year. his parents refused to pay for his funeral so he’s buried somewhere in new york. shelley wishes she would’ve gone with him. maybe he would be alive, or she’d be dead. they both sound pretty great to her.

after her brother died, her parents did everything they could to make sure she didn’t go down the same path. she planned on it either way, but it was nice to get a few nice gifts from her parents. maybe they did really care, or maybe they were just saving her father’s reputation. either way, shelley gets what she wants now. as long as she acts like a soc should, she’s got no problems.

but soc shouldn’t fall in love with greasers. especially not greasers like steve randle.

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steve was fixing up some dirty old car when a black ‘62 pontiac grand prix pulled into the dx, causing him to shift his gaze from the engine he was working on. the pontiac was one of the shiniest cars he’d ever seen, which meant there was no way whoever was driving was from his side of town. a girl with dirty blonde hair stepped out of the driver’s side of the car and quickly walked into the gas station with her head down, but not before he saw who she was.

he knew who shelley martin was, she was a soc if there ever was one. as far as he knew, she was spoilt and never played nice. she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and her good grades were mostly bought for her. he rolled his eyes and went back to working on the car engine. as long as i’m out here, i won’t have to deal with her in there.

just as steve had finished his thought, sodapop walked out of the station and over to steve. “switch me, stevie. it’s your turn to work the register,” soda grinned devilishly, knowing that steve hated being cooped up behind that counter. steve groaned and used a towel to wipe most of the car grease off of his hands as he walked inside. so much for staying away from martin. he slammed the door behind him as he trudged toward the register, throwing the towel behind him. he’d pick it up later. steve caught a glance of her before she walked behind a shelf. he knew she was pretty, he’d always thought she was gorgeous. all soc girls were pretty- it comes with the label, but it didn’t make them any more tolerable. he toyed with the buttons on the machine in front of him as her thought about her.

the loudening sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. he looked up to see her setting down three candy bars, a box of tissues, two packs of cigarettes, and a pregnancy test. her gaze shifted around the store, looking at anything and everything but his face. to be fair, the pregnancy test wasn’t for her, but steve didn’t know that. “you know, i’m pretty sure if this thing ends up being positive, those cigarettes might not be the best idea,” he was joking around of course, but shelley wasn’t exactly in the mood for jokes. “watch it, randle, before you start to think you know what the hell you’re talking about.” he raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, “$18.37’s your total, martin,” he threw the stuff in a bag and handed it to her, holding out the other hand for the money. she mimicked his eye roll and handed him a twenty, “don’t worry about the change, i don’t exactly want to spend any more time here than i need to.” and with that, she began walking away.

right as she opened the door she looked back at him with a worried expression, one much different than the annoyed look she had a few seconds ago. “not that i think you care or anything, but would you mind not saying anything about, uh.. about that test? just- just pretend i was never here, alright?”, her voice was ever so slightly shaking, and for once, she didn’t sound condescending or crewd. steve actually felt bad for her, so he promised he wouldn’t say anything about it and she smiled at him. a genuine smile that he’d never seen on her, it was cute. he felt something after seeing her smile like that, he felt like he needed to see that smile more. he decided to chase that feeling.