goodnight i love curly shepard

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

Me

Okay i love so much like im fucking crying😭😭

I’m not entirely sure where the idea that Tim and Curly don’t get along came from. Like the only time their relationship is discussed in the book is when Tim talks about Curly at the rumble where Pony says he “went on to call Curly every unprintable name under the sun — in Tim’s way of thinking, terms of affection” like this doesn’t sound to me like he thinks Curly is dumb or that they don’t get along, it sounds like a pretty normal caring (albeit in an odd way) sibling relationship.

someone requested a story about ponyboy beating steve at arm wrestling literally forever ago but i decided to write a very (& bad) short lil thing for it !! 

steve pushed soda’s arm flat against the kitchen table. “what are we up to now? i think you owe me eighty bucks now, is that right?” he smirked 

“eighty five,” ponyboy corrected without looking up from the glass he was filling with water at the sink.

“okay smart ass. math’s not gonna help you much in an arm wrestling match. come try to beat me,” steve challenged. 

soda rubbed his arm, sore from the hundreds of arm wrestling matches he’d lost over the course of the afternoon. “you’re gonna make us go bankrupt, randle. take the curtis’ for all they’ve got. you gonna try to beat darry next?” he laughed good-naturedly. 

steve’s confidence faltered at the thought of arm wrestling darry. “maybe not darry.. but i think i can make some money off the kid.” 

ponyboy set his glass beside the sink and shook his head. “no thanks.” he started towards the living room where he, johnny, and two-bit had been watching movies, but steve caught him by the back of his shirt. steve pulled hard on his shirt, sending ponyboy stumbling backwards into a chair.

“i said no thanks.” ponyboy muttered as steve sat across from him, placing his elbow at the center of the table and motioning for pony to hurry up. ponyboy let out a sigh as he rolled up his sleeve. soda sat down at the table to judge their match.

“how much are we betting on, boys?”

“how bout fifty?” steve smirked.

“like i have fifty dollars to spare.” ponyboy shook his head as he lined his elbow up with steve’s and took his hand. “i can’t believe i got talked into this,”

soda grinned and rested a hand on each of their shoulders. “alright let’s have a clean match.. steve.” he raised his eyebrows at his best friend, earning a scoff from him. soda sat back in his chair. “ready? one, two, three. go.”

a moment later, the back of steve’s hand hit the table. steve blinked slowly. “i,” his eyebrows drew together, “i wasn’t ready.” he pulled his hand away from pony’s, shaking out his wrist. ponyboy bit back a grin as steve set his elbow on the table.

soda counted them down, and pony pushed his arm against the table.

“what just happened? what in the hell just happened?” steve’s mouth hung open in disbelief before he started getting angry. “you sneaky son of a bitch! where’d you learn to do that? you’re not stronger than me. you hear me ponyboy? i’m stronger than you, and this don’t prove a thing!” he shouted, only getting angrier when pony let out a laugh. steve turned to soda. “i can’t fucking believe this! did you know about this? are you kidding me soda? you let me lose fifty damn dollars to this kid?“

ponyboy stood up from the table and patted steve on the shoulder. “don’t worry steve. i’ll take a check.”

@steveandsoda

omg did i request this? this was such a cute story ghjkjkkhjhjkhg

Don’t send dick pics

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Curly

Summary: “I sent you nudes on snap by mistake and you just replied saying streaks” And Curly?? Cause bitch that’d be hilarious!! (love ya!😘😘) - @staygoldponebone

TW: not really any

A/N: all characters are aged up to over 18. I’ve never really written for Curly before, so sorry if it’s not very good! Also ily too <3

The biggest offense here was how expensive nice bras were. If you hadn’t had to save up for weeks just to buy a nice bra, then you wouldn’t have even taken the pictures of you wearing only it in the first place. And then you wouldn’t have gotten the idea to take pictures without it on. So really this wasn’t your fault but was more capitalism’s fault.

As you nervously waited Curly’s response to your snap, you tried to think of an excuse as to why you had sent the picture to him. You could say that they were someone else’s, but why would you have another girl’s nudes on your camera roll. Part of you supposed that you didn’t need an excuse, that you had just sent them by accident and that it wasn’t a big deal. The rest of you was currently dying from embarrassment.

He had opened the pic ten minutes ago, why hadn’t he responded yet? You felt your heart beat a million miles per hour as you awaited his response. It was only when your screen dimmed that you remembered that you hadn’t yet actually put on any clothes. You figured that it would be best to do so, pushing your closet doors open and grabbing the first sweater you saw. Ironically, it was Curly’s; and it still smelt like it.

He had given you it some day last year, the day he had been kicked off of the basketball team for not keeping his grades up. Curly had claimed that he was done with that fucking team, and had given you that to testify to it. He hadn’t tried out for the team this year.

Truthfully your nose was still buried in it, remembering what your guys’ friendship had been life, because surely it wouldn’t last long after this, when you saw your phone light up with a Snapchat notification. It was him, sure enough. You couldn’t seem to unlock the phone fast enough, typing in your password incorrectly the first time.

It was a grey screen, except for a small peak of Curly’s forehead in the bottom right corner and a white “S” drawn on above it. It was certainly more disappointing than your snap had been to him. The two of you didn’t even have streaks, he barely ever used Snapchat. Except for today it seemed.

You impatiently rolled your eyes at him, he obviously thought that this was funny. Maybe it was kind of funny, but only if he had sent nudes back. Not that you wanted to see Curly’s dick or anything, just that it wasn’t fair being the only one whose naked body had been exposed. Preferably no one’s body would have been exposed, of course. You didn’t want to see Curly’s dick.

You put your phone’s camera to your knee, until your screen went black. You hit the text button, typing out just a question mark. But your finger hovered over the send button, which you wish it had done before you had sent him the first picture. Rethinking it, you deleted the question mark, going to the draw button and drawing an “S” similar to the one that he had sent you. You didn’t send that either.

You had no idea what to send; what did you send after you sent nudes and the dick responded by saying streaks? And not even bothering to type out the word streaks either, he had only put the “S”.

You sighed, putting your phone down on your bed. You ran a hand through your hair, in a lazy attempt to calm yourself down. At least he hadn’t screenshotted it, no notification showing that he did was showing up. Another snap notification popped up on your phone, your screen lighting up. You grabbed it quickly, unlocking your phone before you saw that it was only from Ponyboy. It also said streaks, but at least he had typed the word out.

Closing your eyes, you went to Curly’s profile, pressing the call button on snap. He didn’t wait ten minutes to respond this time, picking up on the second ring.

“How are you?” He asked you, and you could practically hear the smirk that was so obviously dancing on his lips. You rolled your eyes at him, trying not to smile at him. It was kind of silly, this whole incident. Besides, if your nudes had to be leaked to anyone, Curly was better than a lot of other people on your contact list.

“I didn’t mean to, okay? It wasn’t one of those things that you do by accident when really there was a part of you that made you do it, it was an honest to god accident.” At this point you regretted even being born in the first place.

“Relax, Kid. I didn’t screenshot it, I barely even saw it.” He seemed genuine, which was a change for him. You let out a sigh of relief, glad even though you had known everything that he had said.

“Well if you saw the photo I’d guess you’d know that I’m not really a kid anymore.” You said, your voice crack kinda ruining the joke. Curly let out a laugh anyways, and this time you let yourself smile at his voice.

“Maybe sometime I’ll see more than a picture.” He flirted, and you could only imagine the smirk on his face now. He was cocky as hell. You were glad that you weren’t FaceTiming, him knowing that you were wearing his sweatshirt wouldn’t have exactly helped you shut him up.

“The same day that you have more than two inches.”

Hdjskenwnejisiekwowowkis DONT SEND NUDES jsjdkdkndndhjsksk I LOVE THIS THOUGH

Bitch I forgot about this but fuck I love this lol

if curly shepard kills me don’t arrest him cause he caught ME slippin’

I am confused. Why is Cherry annoyed that Dally bought her a coke? If a homeless guy bought me a coke I’d be pretty happy

what kinda brain rot yall got thinkin the shepards are white

when you see your therapist but there’s nothing to talk about because you’re on mood stabilizers and therefore barely have emotions anymore

the feeling when one of your favourite blogs follow you……….unparalleled 

Tim: So, did you kiss him yet?

Dally: No, I want my first kiss with Johhny to be special.

Tim: Awww, you chickened out like a little bitch.

really rude that i cant go back in time and save my younger self 

i need some of you non-black people to evaluate the way you talk about black men and i'm not just referring to the racists. listing the positive attributes of black men in order to drive up sympathy and support for them makes you sound as if you're writing the intro to a slave narrative, verifying that this person wrote about his experiences all by himself with no help and you can verify that he is very smart and kind and nice and he even hugs babies! see? not a scary black at all!

would you care about this black person if they weren't friendly? kind? funny? what if they were angry? what if they were aggressive? closed off? temperamental? would your stance on the value of their life change?

hello i am in the parking lot of family dollar cause my mom makes me run errands with my brother cause she wants us to know how to do stuff <3 was just at the bank it was a traumatic event 💙💙💙

Ma’am teach me how to be this beautiful 🥺

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