Drew This One A Little Bit Ago. The Idea Was That Johnny And Pony Are At Jay Mountain And Needed To Save

A Southpark thing I did.

You guys know what I don’t understand? Why did Steve follow sodapop (who mind mind you, wasn’t wearing any clothes.) into the room with him only for there to be the ‘racket of a pillow fight’ the second he went in? 😭

Either Steve and Soda are just weird and randomly have pillow fights, or Ponyboy misinterpreted what they were doing.

Davey: Wait. Where's Jack? He loves this game.

Crutchie: I thought Albert invited him.

Race: I thought Finch invited him.

Finch: I thought Spot invited him.

Spot: I never invite him.

You could barely see a thing. Newsies boys throwing punches and scabs swepping legs. Right now, it was war. Race was entagled in another big looking scab who definitely had too much of an ego, if anything by the way his smirk grew with every punch he landed. He pushed Race backward, scraping his back on the top of the building. He recovered by kicking him in the balls, obviously. As the scab fell down with a grunt, making no move to hop back up, Race frantically looked around for other newsies to help.

Mush and Blink were killing everyone in sight (mostly Blink), Davey was holding his own with some assistance from Jack, and Finch and Albert were gathering all the young Brooklyn Newsies and driving them away, but it looked like Romeo was in trouble. He was backed into a wall and Race's heart dropped when he caught sight of a flash of metal coming from the scabs hand. Immediately pushing of the ground, Race ran over and stepped in from of Albert, before kicking him the chest, sending him flying a few feet away. A second later, a Brooklyn newsies he didnt recognize came swinging in with a baseball bat, connecting with the scabs head. All three of them connected eyes as the Brooklyn newsies let out a breath of air, and Albert gave a twisted grin. Race himself copying Albert, he lifts his head high looking for another fight.

He partly wished they hadn't come, but there was no chance they wouldn't have. After all, if you get word that all the scabs in and near Brooklyn were going to jump the Brooklyn boys, even with Brooklyn's reputation, they needed all the help they could get. Thankfully they arrived early, and by now, it looked like they were going to win by the second. Now all Race needs to do is-

BANG.

Everything went silent. Everyone stopped moving. Soft breaths of air was the only thing Race heard, besides the ringing in his ears. It can't be. Almost everyone had a weapon, but- that sounded way too similar to a gun.

Race whipped his head around and saw one of the scabs. The boy was facing outwards with his arm stretched out, his knuckles white, holding- a gun. He was smaller, and had less muscle than the other scabs did, but his teeth were clenched in a scowl, and you could see the anger and fear in his eyes, if you couldn't tell by the shaking of his body.

Race slowly followed the trail where the bullet wouldv'e traveled and his eyes landed on a boy standing near the ledge.

A short boy. A boy with a big temper and ego. A boy with calm, dirty blonde hair, who like to grease it in the mornings, and often yelled whenever anyone were to touch it. A boy with a pimp cane that he wore at his side, that was now broken and scattered across the roof. A boy that had a stern look but a soft smile. A boy that was clutching his shoulder with blood spilling through his fingers. A boy that had the temper of a mad man, but would never get mad at Race, no matter how much Race tried to annoy or irritate him. A boy that Race loved. A boy who closed his eyes for the last time and fell off the roof.

"Please, Spotty!!" Race begged. Spot went blank. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he just call me Spotty?' Spots mind raced with thoughts, but his expression showed no emotion despite the growing red flush on his face. "Hey, you good?" Race asked after a beat, not fully snapping Spot out of his trance but enough to speak. "Yeah, jus' thinkin'." " Well ya done thinkin'? We gotta go." Spots heart speed up. "Sure." He said. Race instantly grabbed his arm and tugged him to Medda's theater. But Spot wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking of the long walk back to Brooklyn. He wasn't considering how fast the night was approaching. He didn't remember the few moments before the interaction and how he yawn three times in the past minute. But how could he? Race called him Spotty.

Its giving jack kelly

Dallas Winston childhood headcanons

• his dad and brother called him tuck as a nickname

• he used to have a teddy bear named baby, he took it everywhere with him and would introduce it to people as “my baby”

• was TERRIFIED of bed bugs

• New York’s a pretty scary place for a little kid, he would wake up randomly to the sounds of sirens or gunshots

• every time he was woken up he would run to either his dad or brothers room and sleep with them

• big mama’s boy even tho he never actually met her

• his big brother used to steal comic books for him to read, he liked captain america

• literally idolized everyone in his family, especially his dad

• spent every second he could wearing his dads police hat

• he wanted to be a cowboy :(

Spot owns a pair of these brass knuckles, but gave one of them to Race to always have with him.

Best part is that he stole them from a cop

Jack, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Jack, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Jack: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

Pony: There's no way he likes me back.

Johnny: Curly would throw himself in front of a moving car for you.

Pony: Curly would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

'FAR AWAY FROM TULSA' from the outsiders

IS GIVING

'SANTA FE' from newsies