Lmfao Yes Im. Very Hurt He Doesn’t Have A Listed Name. 🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲🐲

love when an anime or cartoon pfp gets political on main

Ty Goofy From Mickey Mouse’s Clubhouse, capitalism is an all encompassing nightmare

I need to reread lotf and come back ten times more obsessed

I’ve been ranting n raving over little vestiges of memory but I need to soak myself in the imagery and event by event story again bc gollee this community is very active

Yall know ur shit. Wtf. I didn’t even expect tumblr to have a lotf community

hey man this is a fight to the death. why are you bricked up rn

I love it so much you can’t imagine!!!

scrapping the bottom of the barrel and sitting at the end of my spatula is just Light Yagami in semi slime slash liquid form

…. We Meet Again.

yall I rlly want to drop a fic abt Ralph’s introspection both during and after island bc there’s sm left to say and sm I can tweak and push and force into the forefront- most all, Ralph’s isolation

He’s friendly enough and probably has a history of being well liked. he can joke when he wants, and while he’s no genius, he’s no tool either

He’s had to have considered going buck wild just as the others did countless times

He’s had to have imagined it in dreams and mornings and meals spent picking at the flesh of fruit where the others tear apart pig with their teeth. Pig And Piggy

Because he sees a gleam in Jack’s eye that spells something knowing under all that wrath, and despite standing with Piggy he doesn’t even know his fucking name because he has that knack for social hierarchy and cruelty and he’d fit right in if he just allowed himself to

He had to have stared at the groups backs and know so so so intimately that he could saddle right on up and feel warm for the first time in a long time

L feels nothing when listening to music

Like not a tap in his toes or a drum in his fingers

Fucking Freak

yuri

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oh i rlly am an L kinnie (tears in eyes)

love a good old identity crisis in my blorbo/a

like yeah lmfao I have no idea what u r the world is what u make of it

it’s like watching their fishermen boat get swarmed by a thunderstorm in the middle of the deep sea

there’s literally no way to help this

“is all im good for xyz?” shit maybe

“could I exist any other way?” prolly not but idk maychance

“will I ever outrun my trauma?” yikes! holy anguish!

it’s a very entertaining spiral bc u literally can’t do anything to pull them outve this bc all their fears will always ring true on some level and the only solution is just not to gaf abt it so hard and they can’t so it’s like damn that sucks 4 u- want a coffee?