My Darling Sweeetie Angel Loml @satanlikedmymoxie Tagged Me In This Cute Little Picrew :3

best thing you can do with a repressed character is hit them with various hammers and sharp objects until they crack open to reveal beautiful sparkling homosexuality inside. geode guy

i dont think we talk enough about the fact that at the end of lotf EVERYONE was hunting. its a perfect way to tie in jacks representation of tyranny and authoritarian ruling: how at some point, everyone becomes indoctrinated into violence under an authority figure which encourages it. not only does the violence from the hunters affect the island, it also spurs more from ralph, and it demonstrates in the end that everyone was even just slightly culpable for the events on the island.

I FUCKING HATE HANAMIYA

Nagito Komaeda x Light Yagami

…. hello inverted L !!!!

This is so curious who comes up with ts (me)

the boys to Simon in chapter 9

wyd when my gang pull up

hinata shouyou 🤝 kagami taiga

being really good at jumping and having psychosomatic problems before a sports match

i look at my own blog with a stricken sentimentality only felt when surrounded by the peeling walls of 1980s floral, sitting on the firmly plushed wooden chair your grandmother reserves for you very exclusively, because she knows that’s your favorite spot, as she cooks something warm (and maybe a little stalling) for the road

i scoop up the thick stew (my posts) and feast til my heart rings contentment (reread until I get sick of deciphering english)

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

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.

the real danger of spending too much time with friends is you stumble out of ten days of happiness and good food like oh my god THAT was real life. my job means NOTHING