hey- pst! Just dropped on by to say Jack and Peter (piggy) are the true ‘opposites attract’ pairing
Do I hate it? Yes
But I’m a man of honor. And this is true despite how my heart screams at the concept
Jack doesn’t deserve that boy. But they got that barely concealed ugliness about them that makes them amplifiers im sorry
They’re bitter and entitled and feel like they’re smarter and better than evb else for the stupidest reasons
“I should be chief bc I sing a C sharp n am leader of this dumbass choir”
meets
“I’ve read 15 books over summer and get straight As, so evb should listen to me”
and they argue very gayly abt it before teaming up
the choir boys being the army and also madlads of the story is so funny bc like yeah band kids r chronic and yeah, ykw yeah, this checks out
doesn’t make it any less funny post island
“yeah those assholes hunted me down and tried to kill me”
“… those ones? doesn’t Merridew make passive aggressive comments to the teacher so he can tell on people without ac telling?”
“… yes. that’s- sigh- that’s yeah.”
Yall im going to expose myself
Idk who anyone other than my favs r im so sorry. Sorry Maurice. Sorry- other kids. I don’t even know their names dawgs. Wdym they were there the whole time.
All I got is Peter, Ralph, Jack, Simon, and SamnEric
And that one boy that died in the fire with the scar- I thought it was super weird no one in the book like thought about him just disappearing
dichotomy
yeah I almost dropped lotf too when I picked it up it was a very slow engine starter and then when I ac cared it was over
Also they spent so damn long talking abt the damn pink coral like I GET IT. ITS AN ISLAND FUCK
Piece by piece
Bite by bite
Relish the flavor and swallow your plight
Inch by inch
Slice by slice
Dress your guest and season with vice!
original picture🥰🥰
he loves it sm sm sm sm sm sm sm sm he doesn’t even jokingly offer any to the crew he just like puts the bowl on his knees as he pushes out a pastry as sacrifice when matsuda asks for a taste
L would fuck up some biko. L WOULD FUCK UP SOME HALO HALO
sasunaru to me is what the perspiration on the fishermen’s hand is to the dying trout
sweet succulent life sustaining liquid gold u r
idc if ur too unique niche freak to appreciate the yin and yang populating the mainstream ships i rlly couldn’t give a fuck if u pounded one right into my g-spot
they didn’t run so insert homoerotic rivalry can walk here- no
they leisurely strolled down a dirt path barren of greenery, and from their mere presence flowers of shining beauty and grace thence forth sprouted from the infertile earth, and life was once again colorful with impossible life
they yearned so hard that a sexual relationship can only begin to scratch the intimacy these two crave from one another
they hump and fuck like rabid dogs bc there is no other way to be closer and they’ve tried to crack each other open violently too frequently and fruitlessly to blindly let it be their solution again
there is no absolving the space between their freakish hearts- all big and pumping and so full of love and hurt they sometimes don’t know the difference
soulmates twin flames heart parallels-
all the labels and words and terms are never enough bc they aren’t woven tg thread of skin to thread of goddamn skin and they can’t fucking cope with the reality that that isn’t an option
so watch it u porn addled fiends, bc if the anal is anything less than deeply sentimental and overwhelming and wound melding and soul crushing and peace reaching, you’re writing them wrong
they need no less then to eat each other alive, but they settle for rushed blowjobs and cockwarming occasionalities
they need no less then to reach a hand into the others chest and feel their own heart beating alive in their palm, but they settle for sucking hickeys into the pulsing sound beckoning through their throat
they need no less then to kill each other, but would fall into such ironic tragedy in the aftermath of voids and oblivion and piercing numbness that’ll colors their finger tips purple while burning their eyes crimson from cold, eternal oceans of unshed salt, so they settle for loving each other
they don’t blend or dance or toe the line of obsession and hatred and love and humanity and feeling
They Are That Line
and I’ll be damned if the general consensus between the two remains the misconception of cheap and easy Enemies-To-LoversTM
fuck u
treat my yaoi with the reverent touch u would bow to a shrine to and the ears opened eye widened awe you reserve for humanities greatest living legends, and then up the dosage of pure admiration by a hundred and ten fucking percent
vampire reader x L fic i will always think of you