Ironcupcakeearth:SodaPop

I can’t listen to my music without feeling that twist in my gut. I can’t listen to it without thinking about all those times you would sing along in that deep, off-tune voice of yours. The one that would send vibrations through me and thrum like electricity in my soul. I can’t listen to it without thinking I screwed it all up. Yes, I had a crush on you before but I realized you just wanted friendship. So I said fine I’ll take friendship because I’d rather not lose you. But now I’m realizing you just don’t want anything from me. I don’t know when it happened but I think you broke my heart and I want you to come back and fix it.

/I know its late but deal with it please/


Dear Ponyboy -

Happy birthday, kiddo! We were so excited to see you so happy on your special day, you’re smile and your enthusiasm is extrarodnary amazing! I cant wait for you to see what Darry and I planned out for you and everyone else, you’re gonna have so much fun!

Kid, me and Darry love you so much. We hate to see you get upset for any reason and I ain’t putting it in a cliché way either, we really do love you. Sure we all fight a lot but that don’t mean nothing.

And I know this note is short and all but you know I ain’t the best with words. I love you, Ponyboy, and happy birthday!

Sodapop Curits-

THE OUTSIDERS:

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

Ponyboy back at it again
  • Pony:Steve Randle? More like Steve Gambles!! Get it?
  • Steve:Shut up. Ponyboy? More like HORNYboy. Get it? Specially when Cherry is around!
  • Two Bit:OMG STEVE. YOU SAVAGE!!! *Laughs*
  • Pony:Hey! So you think this is funny?... Two Bit... more like Two Inch! *laughs*
  • Steve:*Bursts out laughing*
  • Two Bit:Two Inches radius!
  • Steve:So that means... *yells* SODA HOW THICK IS TWO BIT'S DICK IF THE RAIDUS IS TWO INCHES? IS IT DOUBLE TWO TIMES PI? IS THAT IT?
  • Soda:.....
  • Steve:....
  • Soda:Steve why do you ask me this stuff?
  • Steve:Oh.. I'm sorry I-
  • Soda:BITCH I DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL, NOW YOU WANT ME TO DO MATH BOUT DICKS?
SO I THOUGHT OF THIS HEADCANON AND I HATE MYSELF

So, S.E. Hinton told Rob Lowe that after The Outsiders, Sodapop is drafted and killed in Vietnam. That made me think a lot, what if all the boys die except for Darry? What if Steve grows violent because he lost Soda and he is killed by a group of Socs because he got cocky, and Two-Bit was killed in a rumble because he was fighting out his anger and he didn’t even care when he knew that everyone else on his side was running? Ponyboy because he was so forgetful, and he was never really there, and one day he gets hit by a car full of drunk drivers while absentmindedly wandering the street. 
So years later, Darry is sitting in his living room, his wife is making dinner in the kitchen, and his 5 year old daughter is on his lap. His 7 year old son is looking at a photo album that they had handed him to keep him occupied - his son was quiet, mature for his age. Much like Ponyboy. His son flips to a page and his eyebrows furrow.
“Daddy?” He asks.
“Yeah, little man?” He asks, and the boy points to a picture. The picture was of Darry. His arm was slung around the shoulders of a movie star handsome boy, and on the other side of that boy was a tough looking one with his hair combed in greasy swirls. There was a boy with green eyes and reddish-brown hair and another with white-blond hair and a sly grin. Another one was tall, with rusty side burns and a goofy smile on his face. The last had large, fearful dark eyes, but the hint of a smile on his face. 
“Who are they?” He asked, and Darry felt his eyes grow wet. He was the only one left… “I know that’s you,” The little boys says, pointing a small finger at Darry. “But who are the other boys?” Darry breathes deeply, trying to compose himself. He hadn’t cried in years.
“Those are my brothers.” Darry says, and the boys eyebrows knit together.
“All of them?” The little boy asks, and his curiosity and amazement reminds him of his youngest brother.
“Yeah, Little Buddy. All of them.” Darry says.
“Wow, Dad. That’s a lot of brothers. Not all of you look alike?” The little boy was confused. “I mean, this one had light hair, but this one’s is really dark, and this one is tall and this one is short. You do look like these two, though.” He says, pointing to Soda and Pony. Darry feels a hot tear roll down his cheek, and he wipes it away quickly. He smiles.
“Yeah,” He says, smiling at the thought of them. “But not all families look like families. But those were -” He swallows. “Those are my brothers.”