These Guys...

Scraping together enough coherence to over share abt my lotf au where Ralph finds a voice in either

A: a wise, serious older brother figure

or

B: a wise-cracking and numbskull peer

either way, both options are completely horrified at Ralph’s past and kind’ve beat chalance back into him

“Hm. That’s- not normal.”

or

“Ha! What The FuckTM.”

and it makes him like so angry because yeah. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t fair or justified or just ‘stir craziness’- that was fucking insane. and it wasn’t his fault. more than that, it was someone’s fault- it wasn’t a blameless, natural disaster or some sort’ve drunken mistake. it was cruel and it was unnecessary and it wasn’t his fault.

love the casualness of post island jalph bc the history is so loaded and it just sits on the tail end of every pause of every conversations, like an old timely chaperone making sure nothing unseemly is afoot as two suitors court, and it’s so easy too

yeah, Ralph’s breath hitches when Merridew moves too fast or too suddenly, and his eyes get kind’ve buzzy when they enter the mess hall and Jack’s loaned a knife to cut up his breakfast, but they throw back airy insults like none of it even happened

sure, Ralph’s tone seems slightly sharper than strictly warranted, and Jack’s responding smugness reads more sadistic than good natured, but they still talk

They still hang out and sit where the other does and walks where the other’s going, so they must be close.

I need someone to moan wantonly as I play with the cat ears they’ve clipped on

- stay with me-

in the same way lesbians deepthroat straps alr

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

every so often the grass feels greener and the sky bluer and the air fresher as you feel it grace your throat, lungs , and then back out again through your nostrils, and you foolishly allow a sentence formed from the most clueless of dreamers to flood your little feeble mind,

“Is life- beautiful?”

and then. And then a hanamiya makawhatthefuckeverishisfullname stan walks in… and you remember earth is just hell painted over with little chances of maybes that only serve to further plunge you into agony

Morning routine😛

I like when people like a character so way too much that it transcends even self shipping or kinning and becomes more of a patron saint that you pray to type of deal

tsukishima and i would be such toxic yaoi

house saw amber and wilson looking at him like this and decided that they had to become polyamorous or someone would die. unfortunately it was the latter

lord of the flies my fucking goat

Ik it’s obvious but they’re such dicks like they all dog pile on piggy for Fat. and the only nice fucker here is Simon, who’s described as Queer.

these r boys they’re all ragtag and assholes and lwk stupid asf but like they have the potential not be they just choose to be

All this to say, pls stop writing ralph as an angel or a little ball of sweetness or even as smart as piggy he’s just the same as the others, the only difference is that he can control his whims enough to value survival- he’s not all that exceptional