Wow

So I may or may not have totally forgotten this blog existed.. whoopsies? I’m not really active (if you haven’t noticed), but you can find me on my current blog (about musicals and my art and stuff!!) @sylphof-heart so yeah sorry for dying on you guys?

@crepedraws

Look what I’ve got heere for you!

Heh, original I know.

Anyways, here’s a cute little pastel Jerm bc he is precious and I love him 

and woah an actual background?? neat

Breathing Steady

A/N: Tbh, that title does not match the story at all but whatever ;-; This is pretty short, but, I didn’t really know what to do, so ;-;

Dedicated to: @talk-greasy-to-me >:3 Revenge is a dish best served cold X3

The vacant lot seemed barren and empty as soon as Ponyboy left and the fire went out.

 But it wasn’t.

 Johnny Cade sat on the car seat, staring at the stars. He was previously sleeping, but he knew we wasn’t going to get back to sleep now. The young greaser shut his eyes tightly, dearly wishing that the fourteen-year-old could come back or something.

 He just didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts. The brown-eyed boy took a deep breath, which was a lot more shaky and broken than he had intended—not that he could really do anything about it at this point.

 Worthless piece of trash.

 Your dad should just kill you already.

 The gang would be so glad, you know?

 They wouldn’t have an annoying wimp following them around anymore.

 Nobody loves you.

 Johnny shut his eyes tightly as his breathing started getting heavy. He felt as though the world was going to crash around him, that he would die right then and there.

 Anxiety pattered through his veins as he curled up into a ball, basically giving up on trying to get his breathing at a normal rate.

 “It’s never g-gonna get b-better, is it?” The raven-haired boy asked himself as he lifted his shaking hand to wipe his eyes, since tears had started falling from them.

 He always remembered hearing people say it would get better; Ponyboy always told him that, too. But, he just couldn’t believe them. It all seemed like total bullshit to him.

 Everything was going down from here, he knew it for sure.

 After all, who would bother even a second glance on a good-for-nothing grease?

ONE HUNDRED PICTURES OF RALPH MACCHIO IN HONOR OF REACHING SIX HUNDRED FOLLOWERS

20/100

Two-Bit: we’re going to lose Darry: think positive Two-Bit: i’m positive we’re going to lose

Matt Dillon, The Outsiders; 1983

My favorite gay gas station workers Or should I say Gay station workers

Now listen here you little shits.

It’s; “Stay gold, Ponyboy.” not “Stay golden Ponyboy.” Get it god damn right.

IKR I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SAY “STAY GOLDEN” LIKE WATCH THE GOD DAMN MOVIE 5748383 TIMES TILL YA GET IT RIGHT

:^) my dad says golden and i wanna kill him

Goddamn he’s a cutie

Precious bean :’D

It’s the birthday boi Happy birthday Dallas you grumpy fucker

Happy birthday Dallas Tucker Winston my husband number 23574

it’s been over thirty years and the fact that the cast still re-tweets stuff like this makes me cry

imagine after dallas died some preteen boys made up a story that he haunts his room on the second floor @ bucks and so buck is constantly having kids try to sneak into the room to see if its true and thus begins the urban legend of Dallas Winston

fffff i hate myself i looked up “blood pooled around body” and found this picture of Johnny in the results