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oswaldojop · 2 years
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#Repost @och_aye_the_view with @let.repost • • • • • • Back to the stars tonight. This was taken the other night and I still feel really impressed how this phone makes the stars shine for me to share. #teamgoogle #teampixel #pixelcam #seenonpixel #googlepixel6 #pixel6 #astrophotography #astrophoto #astrology #nightphotography #nightimages #night #nightsky #nightsight #googlephone #googlepixel6photo #googlenightsight #googlepixelphotography #google #googlecamera #googleastrophotography #starcloud #starsatnight #starstruck #starspam #star #stars #stargazing #timelapse https://www.instagram.com/p/CdlJ7HPF9R3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Pony: *stubs toe* F-
Darry: “language!”
Pony:
Pony: *bangs toe for dramatic effect* “Woe is I”
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letterstomylouvre · 3 years
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“I talk about you like you put the stars in the sky”
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unknown, via pinterest / via queensummit on tumblr / matthew vaughn, Stardust 2007 / unknown, via tumblr / halsey, darling / anders rokkum, other perspectives /pierce the veil, the boy who could fly / one republic, counting stars / unknown, via tumblr / michael faudet, dirty pretty things, 2014 / #watchingstars, via tumblr.
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thatdesibooknerd · 3 years
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Let's go on a date :D.
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hanna-freedom · 3 years
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A sunset like this... Is everything.
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Biggest plot twist of the century was when you’re so invested in this book and then it turns out freaking Ponyboy Curtis was writing it as a pass/fail essay for his poor English teacher
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Two-bit: do you take criticism on your ideas?
Dallas: Sorry, I only take cash or check.
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Just so you know, Dallys last words to Soda were “you were always good to me”
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Two-bit still cant believe he got so lucky
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“Damn Susan I’m crispy as fuck”
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Dallas: so-Two and I are dating
Darry, Johnny, Pony, Soda, Steve, Two: *gasp*
Dally: Two-bit why are you surprised
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Writing Prompt: Playing out in the rain with Dally
“C’mon, Dal,” you laughed, spinning around. “It’s fun”
He stood on the porch, sheltered from the rain, and shook his head. “You’re crazy, doll. I ain’t getting all soaking wet.”
“Aw, man-come on, you ain’t no fun” you fake pouted, kicking your boots a little so you splashed him. Puddles of water were pooling on the street, and you knew Darry would make you both go inside soon.
You turned, spinning in front of the porch until you felt dizzy, stopping and swaying while staring up at the sky.
You felt arms around your waist and you jumped, laughing as you saw Dally standing there.
His hands in yours, you pulled him closer to you, and laughed again as he twirled while making a funny face.
“You wanted playing in the rain, you get it, Doll” he said, twirling you around. You grinned, clasping his hand in yours.
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Raise your hand if you’re tired
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Can we please have some Curly x Ponyboy headcannons or something? pleaseeeee
-Curly fell first, obviously
-Pony is so oblivious istg it’s like trying to flirt with a brick wall
-eventually Curly just kissed him
-and Pony was like “oh”
-they don’t tell Darry for like a LONGGG time
-so that involves a lot of sneaking around (very romantic)
-Curlys not big into romantic gestures but he’ll do anything for Pony
-passing little notes in class (they both save every single one)
-Dallas was the first to find out
-He and Tim were talking and suddenly they were both like “wait a minute-“
-he didn’t say anything though
-Johnny found out second, along with Two-bit
-they caught them kissing behind the school and they all just stared at eachother
-Two tried to fight Curly
-Johnny was like “okay then”
-Steve found out when Darry did and he almost died
-little Curtis has a boyfriend? Impossible
-THEYRE SO CUTE TOGETHER OML
-Curly loves to sneak a kiss now and then just to see Pony blush
-Darrys always wary of Curly
-he loves Pony, but he really doesn’t need him in jail rn
-Curly has to have Pony home by 11 or else
-Angela gets all the information because Curly just rambles about Pony constantly
-Ponys always. Drawing. Curly. Istg there are like 500 pictures of him in his sketchbook
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Dally: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.
Two-bit: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.
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Chapter One? For @lipsticksandcigarettes
It was ugly.
That’s all I could really say about it. Black, cold, ink on skin like pen on paper. It was a church, of course it was. Hadn’t my parents pressed my religion into me enough? My dad was nasty and forced Christianity upon everyone, my mom was sweet and kind and angelic, but also, unfortunately, dead.
Soul marks, were what my mom called them. They were supposed to match your soulmate, your twin flame. My moms didn’t match my dads, they never had, but she was still a hopeless romantic and fawned over my mark like it was beautiful.
“A Christian girl, it must mean.” She rubbed her finger over the stain as if it would smudge. “Maybe you’ll meet her at church. Oh, Dallas, you should come with me tomorrow to help set up, see if we can find her!”
Which was nice of her, really, but I had no interest in church. Or girls, for that matter, but there was no telling her that.
Anyway, my mom died soon after that, and I headed out of there pretty fast. I almost felt bad about leaving my old man alone with his beer and his thoughts, but I pushed the thought aside and got on the first bus out of Tulsa.
New York was wild. Rough and tumble, I met some of the fiercest people I’d ever known. I kept to myself mostly, I was still pretty young then and didn’t know what being alone gets you on the streets.
I went back to Tulsa four years later, church still burned onto my forearm. Not to my dads house, I found a place to stay for a while, a small lot on the poorer side of town where there was a bunch of trash and stuff. Didn’t seem like anyone ever went there. So that’s where I stayed.
It wasn’t long before someone else came to the lot as well. Kid about my age with long black hair that fell into his eyes and a skittish sort of act, as if I scared him. For some reason, I hoped I didn’t.
I offered him a cancer stick. He took it.
We became good friends, Cade and I. I’d never had much of a friend before, but he was a good one. We could sit in silence or he’d talk quietly to me, not about anything but about everything at the same time. I’d light a smoke and take a drag before offering it to him. He’d examine my face as if looking for something. I didn’t know what.
I met his gang, that’s what he called them. Darry, the oldest, tall and strong, who looked at me with part distaste and part concern, he made me feel small. Two-bit, the jokester, who laughed too loud and too often. Steve, who didn’t talk to me, he just looked and watched as if I was a study. Soda, the middle Curtis, who was fire and happiness and bubbles and laughter, too much and yet none at all. And Pony, the youngest, with a good head on his shoulders and a sharp wit, but he talked too much and loved too hard.
I hated it all. I hated that he had a family and all I had was him, selfish as it was.
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