Dolliemarionette - Dollie

Someone walk with me here. Johnny, Dally, and Pony as the three main stress responses.

Dally as fight

Pony as flight

Johnny as freeze

All the Curtis brothers have heterochromia

Darry’s is one full eye ice-blue the other ice-blue with a corner of it brown; sectoral heterochromia

Soda’s is one blue one Hazel so much it looks gold; complete heterochromia

Pony’s is green-gray with brown on the inside/in the middle; central heterochromia

(Probably gonna change them later)

Things Sodapop Curtis dreams about at night

Horses!

He and Darry are in a pie-eating contest but the pies turn into chocolate cake and Darry turns into a goat

A wall full of blue ribbons

Ponyboy’s drawings come to life like a television cartoon—they dance and sing and everything!

He’s alone in the house, walking from room to room in search of Darry—he can hear his big brother’s voice, always just behind the next door, but can’t find him.

He owns a horse!

Drag racing with Steve, except the race never ends, and they just keep going and going, windows down, wind in their hair, hearts alive.

Mickey Mouse bites him. He laughs, and bites back.

Ponyboy is blazing, burning up like a 4th of July bonfire. Funny thing is, Soda can’t see it happening—he smells it though, ash so thick it clogs his mouth, choking him. He wants to yell, but there’s too much smoke in his throat.

Soda is alone in the house, walking from room to room in search of Darry. He can’t find his big brother. His big brother is gone.

The room is dark, he’s five years old, and his mother sings while stroking his hair.

Dallas Winston crumples beneath a streetlight. Over and over again, on repeat, but each time the puddle of blood gets bigger, until Soda drowns in it.

He doesn’t have a mouth, it’s gone right off his face. It feels so real that when he wakes, he spends an hour in silence, until he remembers he still has a tongue.

The high school principal and his big, shiny belt-buckle.

Ponyboy and Darry are going at each other with switchblades. Soda tries to intervene. He can’t move. He tries to shout. He has no mouth.

Ponyboy and Darry kill each other in front of him; their bodies laid out, still and cold, on crimson train tracks.

The house is empty. He’s alone in the house. He hears their voices, but he can’t get to them. He’s alone in the house.

He’s alone.

Horses!!

Pony...

this is what the inside of my brain looks like

how my brain picks a new favorite character who sucks

the outsiders as textposts I found while scrolling through the it’s always sunny tag:

pt 1/???

Here’s my Sylvia btw I’ve drawn her a handful of times but this is my first time posting her lol

Also it’s up to you if she’s tall or if Dal’s just short

went to the outsiders house museum today 🤗

Paul "Nice catch Cheer" and Darry "Not my name quarterback"

matts pictures that makes me wanna jump on him IMMEDIATELY