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thinking about how STUBBORN jason is. all the time.

specifically that one interaction where dick's trying to explain to him that he can't use a gun to solve every problem.

and jason responds "yeah, that's why i carry two guns"

Darry had put each of the gang on cooking duty once a week to 'put your freeloading ass to use'. Johnny would be put on cooking duty every Wednesday, but he's absolute shit at it, and no one has the heart to tell him it sucks ass

Johhny: "I made chicken and bean casserole. I hope you like it"

Pony: "Oh thanks Johnny..it looks so..good?"

Soda: "Yeah Johnny! I like the crunch"

Johnny: "Crunch? There's nothing crunchy in it"

Steve: "It's..um..Sweet? Why is it sweet?"

Dally: "Sweet? Mine tastes salty as hell"

Darry: "uh Johnny, we dont have chicken in the fridge. Or beans"

Johnny: "Well shoot, then what did I put in there?"

Two-bit, spitting something out: "is that a tooth..?"

Castiel, the angle that you are fr

@broareweabouttoviberightnow

this is what i meant by saying you got somethin comin...

ime hate both of them

flipping stupid

i have to make the rest of the gange.......😰😰😥😥😢😰😭😭😰😭😰😢🥺🥺🥺😥

Im gonna pretend like i dont have an entire gacha life outsider yt channel

I was playing Cello today n I was complaining to my friend abt how bad I was doing n all of a sudden this kid infront of me fully turns around (keep in mind he also had a cello so it almost fell) n just said “Lock in.” ??? i did not in fact lock in.

I love drawing characters based off of tropes I hate

steve randle died on a tuesday, his father’s fist red with his blood. he died in a house he never belonged in, with a man he wished he could hate.

sodapop curtis cried for the whole tuesday, wednesday. then on thursday he was silent, friday he punched darry in the chest over and over to stop the aching in his lungs. saturday he screamed and threw all the plates in the cupboard on the floor, sunday he hugged ponyboy so tight he couldn’t breathe.

it was like life pressed fast forward, until the day of the funeral. on the day of the funeral sodapop curtis drank half a bottle of vodka and chugged as many beers as he could before he threw up. on the day of the funeral he bought as much candy as he could with the pitiful amount he had in his wallet and ate until his sugar crash finally hit. anything to stop that pain in his bones that dragged throughout his body on repeat.

at the funeral he sobbed, fixing steve’s hair the way he would’ve wanted, slipping a dime into his pocket and placing his hand over his heart. he still had a black eye and a busted up lip from his dad, but that’s what made it all the more real.

steve randle died on a tuesday in june, his car sat out in the lot until a thursday in december. it was wrecked by then, mouldy and missing parts- stolen by thieves and starving children. the classic story of the east side.

he died on a tuesday morning and was found dead in the afternoon, bled out over the carpet. staining it for life, the thick smell of pennies filling the air for the rest of eternity.

Who Am I?

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