#two-bitmathews

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Dally: -Trans Masc (Explains a lot about his backstory) -Sees Pony as a little brother -Bisexual -Loves music, and if you sing to him, he’ll love you forever -In love with Johnny -Loves horses -Can be soft buy only if you’re dating and you gain his trust over a really long period of time -Loves Elvis’ music

Johnny: -Bisexual -Had anxiety before he was jumped but it got worse after and just made him 10x more paranoid -Got much closer with Ponyboy when they were in Windrixville -Had/has a crush on Dally -Constantly made jokes about Pony being blonde

Two-Bit: -Really does like Marcia -Has tiny feet -Pansexual -The most accepting and is the best to come out to -Best Secret Keeper -ADD -Dad friend to Johnny and Pony

Darry: -The token Straight -Keeps the Gang together -Doesn’t see himself ever having kids of his own -Talks to his parents a lot for advice -Blames himself for Dally and Johnny’s deaths -Blames himself for Bob’s death, as well

Sodapop: -Is able to see through lies easily -Bisexual but prefers women/Fem presenting people -After Sandy left, he turned to Steve for comfort -Looked everywhere for Pony when he went missing -Not mad at Sandy, but is deeply hurt -Has depression -He/They -Is very sweet and trusts easily (Too easily) -Would probably listen to Greta Van Fleet in a modern era

Ponyboy: -Is Psychic -Too many thoughts but also not a thought behind those eyes -Gets confused easily -Sass Master -Either never swears or swears too much -Can be a tattle tale when he wants to be -Bisexual -Has a crush on both Cherry and Johnny -Is nice to people until they give him a reason not to be

Steve: -Gay -Doesn’t hate or even dislike Pony, he’s just jealous he’s closer with Soda -Hopelessly in love with Soda -If Soda asked, he’d run away with him -Masc Enby <3 -ADHD and doesn’t understand emotions well -Terrified of coming out -He’s dating Evie to convince himself he’s not Gay but does love her in a way -Sees Darry as a Father Figure -Gets excited about small things, but would never show it -PTSD -Gets extremely nervous every time he sees a police officer, due to Dally’s death -Any pronouns

he’d be:

“Nup. They got away this time, the dirty…”

“Nice-lookin’ bruise you got there, kid.

“Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough.”

“Next time get one of us to go with you, Ponyboy. Any of us will.”

“I was plannin’ on getting boozed up tomorrow night. If I don’t, I’ll walk over and find y'all.”

“Okay, greasers, you’ve had it.”

“Who’s this, your great-aunts?”

“Sorry, kid. I forgot.”

“Shoot. You’re ninety-six if you’re a day.”

“Brother, you’re a sharp one. Where’d you two ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?”

“Five. They don’t talk Arabian, I don’t think. Say somethin’ in Arabian, Johnnycake.”

“Hey, where is ol’ Dally, anyways?”

“He’ll probably find the fight. That’s why I came over. Mr. Timothy Shepherd and Co. are looking for whoever so kindly slashed their car’s tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepherd spotted Dallas doing it…well…Does Dally have a blade?”

“Good. Tim’ll fight fair if Dally don’t pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“A fair fight isn’t rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn’t rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There’s nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it’s a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, ‘cause slashed tires ain’t no joke when that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don’t get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there’s not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard’s. If we needed them tomorrow they’d show. If Tim beats Dally’s head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we’ll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat.”

“You dig okay, baby. Anyone want a weed?”

“Me, too. Get Johnny some, too. I’m buyin.”

“You must make such interestin’ conversation, you keepin’ your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin’ anything.”

“Who is it? The F.B.I.?”

“And a few other of the socially elite checkered shirt-set.”

“Who’s acting? I’m a natural normal.”

“Don’t get mouthy, Ponyboy.”

“No…no, Ponyboy, that ain’t right…you got it wrong…”

“Shut your mouth, kid. If you wasn’t Soda’s kid brother I’d beat the tar out of you. You know better than to talk to Johnny like that.”

“He didn’t mean it Johnny.”

“Shut up talkin’ like that. We couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!”

“I know. The chips are always down when it’s our turn, but that’s the way things are. Like it or lump it.”

“Who you callin’ bums?”

“Then pity the back seat.”

“Why? We ain’t scared of them.”

“Well, those were two good-lookin’ girls if I ever saw any.”

“Marcia’s number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I’m a little soused.”

“Y'all goin’ home?”

“I don’t know why I handed you that busted bottle. You’d never use it.”

“Gonna go play a little snooker and get hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin’ drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow.”

“Anybody home?” 

“Hey, Ponyboy. Long time no see.”

“Man, dig baldy here! I wouldn’t have believed it. I thought all the wild Indians in Oklahoma had been tamed. What little squaw’s got that tuff-lookin’ mop of yours, Ponyboy?”

“What I like is the ‘turn’ bit. Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn’t ‘turn’ all of a sudden.”

“No what?”

“Why is it very bad?”

“I’ll babysit him. I haven’t got anything better to do.”

“Work? And ruin my rep? I wouldn’t be babysittin’ the kid here if I knew of some good day-nursery open on Saturdays.”

“Holler uncle.”

“…anyway, I was walking around downtown and started to take this short cut through an alley…and I ran into three guys. I says 'Howdy’ and they just look at each other. Then one says 'We would jump you but since you’re as slick as us we figure you don’t have nothin’ worth takin’.’ I says 'Buddy, that’s that truth’ and went right on. Moral: What’s the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley?”

“No, another social outcast!”

“This house ain’t messy. You oughtta see my house.”

“Shoot, kid, if I ever did that my mom would die of shock.”

“I would drive us, but the breaks are out on my car. Almost killed me and Kathy the other night. You oughtta see Kathy’s brother. Now there’s a hood. He’s so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.”

“You know the rules. No jazz before the rumble.”

“Hey, Johnnykid.”

“They treatin’ you okay, kid?”

“Don’t talk. Just listen. We’ll bring you some hair grease next time. We’re havin’ the big rumble tonight.”

“It’s too bad you and Dally can’t be in it. It’s the first big rumble we’ve had—not countin’ the time we whipped Shepard’s outfit.”

“Tim Shepard?”

“Did you know you got your name in the paper for being a hero?”

“You want anything besides hair grease, kid?”

“Okay. Don’t y'all run off.”

“I wish it was any one of us except Johnny. We could all get along without anyone but Johnny.”

“No wonder he hates your guts.”

“Oh, lordy! He has to live with that.”

“We just left him. I don’t know about stuff like this…but…well, he seemed pretty bad to me. He passed out cold before we left him.”

“Yeah.”

“You feel okay? You’re awful hot.”

“All right. But Darry’ll kill me if you’re really sick and go ahead and fight anyway.”

“You know somethin? You’d think you could get away with murder, living with your big brother and all, but Darry’s stricter with you than your folks were, ain’t he?”

“You know, the only thing that keeps Darry from bein’ a Soc is us.”

“I never knew you to play chicken in a rumble before. Not even when you was a little kid.”

“Somethin’ is gonna happen. We’re gonna stomp the Socs’ guts, that’s what.”

“What’s up with the big-times?”

“You sure?”

“Thanks, Cherry.”

“Welup, I see we’re in prime condition for a rumble. Is everybody happy?”

“Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.”

“I jump greasers!”

“Shoot, everybody fights.”

“They’re running! Look at the dirty —— run!” (Ponyboy isn’t sure if Two-Bit says it or not, but we could count it as him.)

“So he finally broke. So even Dally has a breaking point.”

“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you? Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”

“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”

“What in the world are you doing?”

“You little sonofagun.”

Dally: “I got jailed for dropping a logic bomb. I’m irresistible, this isn’t fair.” or, *Explosion* “Did I do that?” and better yet, “I just start swinging at a child, as soon as I get to the village.”

Darry: “Would you look at that. Mutiny! Mutiny amongst the troops!” or, *Mad at Pony* “You’re just not likeable. And I can see why, you’re startin’ to piss me off, too.”

Johnny: “Violence and talking isn’t an option.”

Soda: “If your feet can’t be free, are any of us free?” or, *After Sandy left* “I’m just gonna marry my fish.”

Pony: “Look at all my friends, and the dead student.” or, “Hostage, son. Kinda the same when it comes down to it until I’m 18.”

Steve: “I’m walking my watermelon, and these men are harassing me!” or, *Soda Spinning* “He’s the finest lighthouse I ever hired.”

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

this is evidently a still from a take they didn’t use; because he doesn’t do this in the film.

who has info on this?

(i see this damn picture all the time, and i wanna know why...)

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for: @writersmacchiato

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