Okay,, but how different would The Outsiders be if Spencer Shay was the older brother instead of Darrell,, like, Darry wasn’t even in the book, but Spencer Shay from iCarly was

Soda: *walks inside*

Spencer:

THIS IS SO AMAZING, IM CRYING

OH MY GOD THIS IS A BLESSING

Him helping pony charm girls with his boyish ways like

“PONY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING?!”

“I fell asleep in the lot with Johnny-”

“YOU’RE GROUNDED!”

“Spencey, don’t be so hard on the kid-”

“WHAT FOR HOW LONG?!”

“FOR… TIL COLLEGE!”

“FOR TIL COLLEGE?!”

livin in a greaser neighborhood got him like

Answer: The Shepards

“WHICH SOCKS SHOULD I WEAR TO THE DRIVE IN?!”

“They call you Cherry but on Halloween are you…,,,,, Scary?”

@radical-ralphie

SPENCER SKATING THROUGH THE HOSPITAL HALLS WHEN HE SEES PONY AFTER THE WHOLE ORDEAL

Him talking about Johnny and Dally

Instead of reading the newspaper waiting for Ponyboy to come home he counted his spoons

OK THIS IS IT THIS IS MY FAVORITE POST RELATING TO THE OUTSIDERS

JOHNNY MAN.

the outsiders (1983) scenery + blue and red

twobit takes pony to school and gives him those embarrassing mom moments like “bye honey! have a nice day at school, make good choices!” and then literally parks the car and walks in after

curtis brother moodboards

summer of 68’ with Ponyboy

adventures with Sodapop

evening’s with Darry

bedroom window

pairing : johnny cade x female!reader

warnings : none

summary :

“..you’ll kiss him the way the sun browns him when he stands out in the sun,”

notes :

sorry i’ve been so sucky lately ! here’s a johnnycake drabble for your troubles !

as always likes/comments/reblogs make me happy.

enjoy.

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hearing the click of the window paired with a specific whistle is a signal that too often sounds like music.

it was a code you had devised, a lover’s tongue, made to mean that he was near.

it means your boyfriend’s sneaking in, and the best afternoons were the ones where you knew he was safe beside you, where his warmth was enough for the both of you, and not the small flame that it was when he was falling asleep cold in the lot.

you lead him quietly to sit on your bed, memorizing the way the golden hour rays highlight his face.

you need to be closer to him, to be sure he’s real, to make sure he knows it, too.

so you’ll kiss him the way the sun browns him when he stands out in the sun:

until he can’t tell the difference between what’s hurting and what’s heat and he’s healed.

you kiss him gentle but firm,

“i love you, johnny cade,” and you say it over and over as your lips run along the crooks and spaces in his neck, his collarbone, as if you could burn the words into his skin, leave them imprinted in his heart.

he lays you down beneath him on the bed, and you lift a hand to brush away his shaggy bangs, fingertips brushing over his smooth, ashy skin.

you want to take the victimhood from his eyes, the war from his mind, and you couldn’t, but he still wore the agony like he the worn denim jacket that hung too big on his shoulders. the one he’d wrap around you even if it was cold, even if he was freezing.

his eyes held shadows, the way he would say that yours held the sun, they reminded you that darkness didn’t have to be so bad. it could be beautiful. johnny cade made it so.

they said he was a murderer, a cold blooded killer.

words have never sounded so dirty and wrong.

the pattern he traces from your chest, to your neck, to your jaw lulls you to sleep, and tucks into you and follows suit. for a moment, the world is a vacuum, and there is only you, him, his lips, your warm bed, the steady rise of his breath, loving you still when his chest rose and fell.

you wake up only when you hear the sound of a key turning in a lock from the front porch of the house.

“johnny, my parents are home,” your voice is hoarse when you whisper in his ear. he stirs before rising quickly, which he doesn’t usually, when he sleeps on a comfortable bed he could sleep for ages

the bed dips, and he quickly slipped on his jacket, grabbing it from its place over the desk chair in your room, and slipping out the window.

from outside, he leans into you, moving his lips with yours as he strokes your hair before leaving.

“i’m going to die loving you,”

he speaks low, and you can feel the heat of his breath lift the hairs on your neck. he slips away, the sunset framing his silhouette.

you didn’t deserve johnny cade.

johnny cade didn’t deserve a lot of things he got.

dally giving you his jacket when you say you’re cold

Rare Outsiders photos part 4!

Shit y'all need to acknowledge

"But Des! He was just defending himself and Pony!" That is true, however, it doesn't change the fact that he is one, and you guys need to stop fucking acting like all he does is cry and is a "smol uwu baby". He isn't some stutter-y fool who can't speak up for himself. He stood up to DALLAS. He stood up to the SOCS. He saved CHILDREN. Johnny is so misinterpreted. He's SOFT SPOKEN, He is not DEFENCELESS.

"But Des! He cries a lot in the book :(". You tell me that you wouldn't cry after being an orphan raised by your eldest brother who is under so much stress that you think he hates you, lose your parents in a car crash, near 'bout fucking drown than like 30 minutes later see that person dead right next to you, lose your best friend right in front of your eyes, and then witness someone's suicide. The kid is going through the motions. He can't even remember to keep both of his shoes on, he has a nicotine addiction, and had to go to court to pretty much testify.

"Uh, Des, He gave Johnny and Pony a place to stay when they went on the run, he obviously is a good person." Ok, no. Literally. No. He gave them a temporary place to go while they were on the run for murder. He gave a child a gun. He literally kept trying to get into Cherry's pants after she told him no. That is nOT ok. You guys need to stop glorifying Dallas as this hero who saved the day. Dallas is CANNONLY terrible person; he bullies kids, harasses women, breaks peoples bones for fun, steals and tried to rob a man at gun point. How bad of a kid could you be to get locked up at 10??

"But Sandy cheated Des!" In the book, i dont remember where it said Sandy cheated. I know she ran away to Florida. But the whole cheating part i dont really remember that. It's pretty much speculation people made to peg Sandy, a woman only mentioned like ONE or TWO TIMES, a villan. Soda isn't that much better if she even did cheat anyway. Soda regularily called women names, cat call, whistle, flirted. Pretty much was unloyal in different ways. Soda isn't that innocent either.

"But Des. Pony literally says Steve hates him." And what i gotta say is; there are 2 sides to every story. Everything you guys say about Steve are pretty much speculation bc you want to villanize someone so bady. Steve is a child/teenager who wants to hang w his best friend and his gf, and his best friends gf without a kid tagging along. And i totally relate. It. Gets. Irritating. Stop villanizing Steve. Hes pretty much the best character.

"But Des! He-" nope. Shut up. TwoBit is a little shit too, he pulled a girls skirt up in public, does that mean him doing a bunch of good shit eliminate him humiliating that girl? Fuck no, he should pay the consequences of his actions. He isn't pure and innocent either, but he isnt a huge fucking dickwad either. He's just insensitive to women's feelings.

"Darry abused Ponyboy!" No. He didn't. He did not abuse his brother, he provides the necessities, he smacked him ONE TIME. That is not abuse, maybe a small assault, but not abuse. And please refer to the fact, there is pretty much a cake in the fridge everyday that he makes. He works a job roofing houses, he takes care of a brother who dropped out of school and a brother whos going through a quarter life crisis. The man is stressed and tired. But he, of all people, doesn't deserve to be villanized the way y'all are doing. Quit.

"Cherry Valance/Sandy/Sylvia are a bunch of whores who cheated!" Yo, shut the fuck up. Cherry didnt even cheat. She talked to pony and then stopped. She had a reputation to uphold, shes a cheerleader, she has the ideal life. I completely understand on why she stopped, bc in all honesty i would have stopped too if my whole reputation was at stake. I did talk stop talking to a bunch of people bc my reputation and friendships were at stake. Shes also a kid.

Sandy is a teenager who made a mistake/choice if she did cheat. But running away from her problems is something a lot of people do. Ok. I know a lot of people who run away from their problems. Its pretty fucking common.

I DO NOT BLAME SYLVIA FOR CHEATING ON DALLAS. The man is in jail pretty much all of the time, he is bad with communicating his feelings, he's a fucking asshole. He probably cheated on her too, and treated her like shit. Don't villanize Sylvia and treat Dal like some victim of "bad gf syndrome" when they both made mistakes in the relationship.

Behind the scenes of the Outsiders

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay Gold.

THE OUTSIDERS (1983) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

STOP IM CRYING

WHAT THEFUCK IM CRYING