Reposting More Things From My Instagram !! I Love This Guy And His Comically Large Cat

sigh here's yoyr food for today

Im also cooking some alien yaoi up *i say with devious and malicious intent*

thinkin about the possibility of Johnny writin a letter for Dallas too again. n knowin. even as he wrote it. it would never be read.

Because Sandy never appears in the book and is only mentioned a handful of times, however significant those few times may be, it’s easy to forget that she was a big part of Soda’s life. She would have been a constant presence not only around him, but the Curtis family and the gang too.

She would have been at the Curtis house all the time; snuggling with Soda on the couch, invited by their parents to stay for dinner. She would bond with Mrs Curtis, who would tell her how much she loved having a girl in the house. Mr Curtis’ shouts of “that bedroom door better be open or I’m takin it off its hinges, Pepsi Cola,” would be a running joke. Darry and Ponyboy would see her all the time - at home, at the DX, at school with Soda and Steve and Evie. At the funeral. Sandy would have been the only regular feminine presence in the Curtis house after their mother died.

After she moves away, how many times does Pony see Soda on the couch and go, “hey, where’s Sand-“ or Darry making dinner, “is Sandy stayin for dinner or-“ before they hurriedly cut themselves off.

Sandy was another constant in all of their lives that was ripped away.

art dump :P

this is my motivation for today

i have a problem with drawing emos im sorrt 💔💔💔

idk why but Modern Ponyboy would 100% see someone in a Green day shirt and ask them to name five songs

Ailen yaoi!1!1! (i spent like an hour trying to get the hands right im sorr they look like butt booty ass I'm js a young artist trying 🥀)

alao a close up on the words for thoes who cannot reader side ways :P

love the fact that ponyboy is just drowning in one sided beef against everyone but soda and johnny. theyd probably jump a guy for him and he just goes “ew. what a bunch of losers.”

snen i was,

a young snoy,

my snather,