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Trauma doesn’t always look like flashbacks or panic attacks. Sometimes it looks like exhaustion. Sometimes it looks like irritability. Sometimes it looks like avoiding things you don’t even know why you avoid. However it shows up, it’s real.
okay jesse is autistic and his special interest is on elvis
what an interesting guy
all I want to draw ever is niche crossovers of fandoms that nobody cares about and will only appeal to me and a handful of my mutuals
I LOVE the "Ponyboy has a bunch of secret friends that he's super close too and the gang finds out and gets extremely jealous" arc and I'm never letting the fandom forget about it.

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Dallas Winston’s joints crack like a goddamn fire. If he’s sitting on the couch and needs to get up, he’ll let out one of those old dad-groans and then the whole gang’ll hear crackling of his knees.
He’s also constantly complaining about his hips and back hurting, mainly because of rodeo, and the whole gang just starts to tune it out.
Except for Darry. Darry will laugh at him and say, “Amen, Dal.”
dally 1000% gives directions like a new yorker.
firstly, he talks SO goddamn fast, and his accent is so bronx heavy it’s not real and he just expects you to keep up. he will not repeat himself. secondly, he always assumes that whoever he’s giving directions to knows that uptown means north, downtown means south and crosstown means east-west. third, he’s always saying something like “yeah, it’s on 4th” instead of giving an actual direction—he just assumes everybody has knowledge of a grid based system with street numbers.
when he was giving johnny and pony instructions on where to go in windrixville, they were 100% second guessing themselves because dally was just like “yeah, you’re gonna take the 3:15, like you’re shootin’ down ‘til you’re out on penny lane. jump at 36th, go a few blocks by that dairy farm and go crosstown. pass by the bagel shop—the one with the good sesame, not that other one. that one’s got shit bagels. trust me, you’ll know.” (they in fact, did not know).
new yorker dally you’re so special to me </3
buck being an ex convict and taking dally in because he doesn’t want dally to end up like him
buck knows what prison is like. not “county lockup” or “juvenile detention”. Oklahoma State Penitentiary prison. and contrary to what dally thinks, that’s no place for him either. prison broke buck, if he’s being honest. but from the moment he met dally, he knew this kid needed him, even if dally couldn’t see that.
buck had turned his life around and bought himself a horse farm, just like he wanted to when he was a kid. he taught dally how to jockey, actually-dally was the perfect size for it, and it would give him the opportunity to make some money. maybe spending hard earned money would feel better than stealing. that’s what he hoped at least. buck would spend countless nights labeling things airy d the house so dally could see them. he’d done everything he could to make dally happy, and the countless times he’d bailed dally out of jail were worth it to see the genuine smile on his face when he was riding those horses.
when dally died, buck felt like he’d failed. he’d wanted to save dally, to help him see that there was light in the world. but even with how dally lived, buck knows dally’s seeing some light. even if it isn’t with him.
"What happened to YOU!?"
Uncle Jesse & Michelle – Full House (1987)

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He has a severe case of OCD.
danny tanner might just be autistic
Thinking about that one tv trope where characters are out of it and they start seeing people as food and I think the same happens to ponyboy but with horses:
joby and pibis
What the gang smells like
*But realistic! Thought of this when I was falling asleep last night and I think it’s actually an interesting bit of character study (thats what everything comes back to for me apparently.)

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I have a hc that when pony was younger but first becomin aware of the 'leather n long hair' greaser stylin he BEGGED his ma for a leather jacket like he'd seen his oldest brother n his friends wear but they didn't have the money for it so instead his mama gave him one of her old peacoats n he STRUTTED around in that thing feelin tuff as hell n whenever anyone tried to tease him about it Darry would materialize behind him exactly like this so no one ever said anythin at all n pony was SO proud of that thing
teacher Ponyboy and house husband Johnny ❤️
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