We’re Forever Young In Paradise

darry was always overprotective of his baby brothers in school. he’d play with them at recess all the time and would tell everyone to go a bit easier on pony because he was littler than everyone else (and in my headcanon was born prematurely and had muscle issues and problems walking as a kid), he’d sit down with soda at lunch and help him with his homework so they could play when they got home. the both of them were really upset when he went to high school cause they were stuck in middle/elementary school but he’d still walk with them to school, even if it made him late for class.

big brother darry we love you

Dally: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Dally: And atoms never touch each other.

Dally: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

The gang played truth or dare once and it ended with Dally in jail, a potential rumble between them and the Shepard gang, Ponyboy admitting to smoking pot with Curly underneath the school bleachers, and Darry drunkenly confessing to the gang his torrid love affair with Paul

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

I headcanon that Bob is really whiny and clingy when he’s sick, but only with Cherry. He acts tough in front of everyone else but the minute it’s just the two of them he’s all, “Cherryyyyyy, I don’t feel good. 🥺”

hey. hey. when Pony starts actin like a brat n Darry starts bickerin with him n they slowly escalate into a full out argument the rest of the gang refer to it solely n exclusively as "the horse n Pony show". Just so u know.

one of my outsider friends was telling me how they headcanons steve to be into tattoos !! (you know who you are.)

so that got me thinking that steve is secretly a good artist and is surprisingly good at copying down references. also the doodles on his homework/notebook/papers from school>>>>>

Parry but it’s early 2000s and they broke up because of the team Edward vs Jacob debate

ꪆৎ .. I am guilty as sin for my biggest fantasy is to be the youngest girl at the front row of one of his concerts. be staring at him with my doe eyes and wait for him to notice me standing there, like an angel, and kneel infront of me to sing can't help falling in love while looking into my eyes.

then I'd ask him to marry me, and he'd chuckle —completely endeared— and ask the crowd if he should marry me. they'd cheer for it, and then he'd lean down to kiss me all sweetly and call me his wife through the concert.

<3 Then he'd take me backstage and wouldn't care that I'm just a teenager 💋

looks like we have made it to the 60s