headcanons, au's, and reblogs

"The choir belongs to you, of course."  I'll try and post headcanons/au's daily

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

I saw your post island head canons and I was wondering if you think Jack regrets what happened and if so what he does in response to that regret? ❤️❤️❤️

I think it takes a long time for Jack to stop blaming others for what happened and instead realize what he did - once he matures a bit more he begins to realize the severity of what he did, and when he realizes that it hits him very hard.  The terror of what happened caused his brain to block out what had actually happened, all the horrible, painful memories until a fateful day when something sparked memory of what he did, made him realize the pain he caused, and he became very secluded for a while.  It’s the only time he ever realized that there was something - some sadistic, twisted part of him - he was suppressing that he only ever released on that hellish island.

He tries not to think about it anymore.

[roxieusher--moved-deactivated20]

people need to stop attacking teenage girls who write poetry about turning into wolves and having flowers growing in their ribs bc there are literally grown men writing celebrated poems and novels about how much they hate women

[engel-tier-deactivated20180213]

I would rather read 20 hours of teen Halsey-like angst than read another story about some dicksack crying about how betrayed he feels because the women he bought dinner for didnt suck his dick

[transparrent]

[anubis-the-incubus-deactivated2]

I gained 1001 followers after I reblogged this the last time no joke

[shoulderbabes]

I mean, I’m calling bullshit but it’s worth a go

[apxtheosis-remaking]

there’s no bullshit here, i for one got a couple new followers just this week

[bumbllybee-deactivated20170911]

HOW THE FLYING FUCKNUGGET

[aegis-of-the-ages]

Im just rebloging because of that last guys comment

[rhiavictoria]

thats not possible

[jonathanturners]

I didn’t get 28k more followers but I’m a newer blog and I think this is pretty good so 

[well-howell-be-damned]

I kinda don’t believe these tbh

[panicatthesin]

Me too prove me wrong man

[iwasthisisphantasia]

I honestly don’t think this’ll work, but I’ll try it.

Update: I GOT 15 NEW FOLLOWERS YESTERDAY!

[phanpornandmanyptherphandom-blog]

Like every one else o don’t believe it but okay!!

[taki-sensei]

magic post lets give it a go

[kinderfeestje]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ifanymanalive]

This ain’t gonna happen but then again no harm no fowl

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

why lie i’m thirsty for follows

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

Post island head canons~?

- Ralph refuses to talk about it, tries to forget it ever happened, doesn’t contact anybody he knew from the island.  Ever.  Many, many years after the Island Tragedy, when Facebook was beginning to grow popular, he saw Roger in his “people you might know” list - he nearly broke down.  He has to avoid certain things and situations for his safety and health - he couldn’t look at any type of pig for months after coming home without throwing up.

- Piggy (who is 100% alive mind you) is constantly on the defensive, he’s not as quick to answer or talk and he’s not as lively in a school setting anymore.  Sometimes he’ll mess with his glasses, his glasses with new glass but the same frame, and think about how much trouble these stupid pieces of glass and metal caused.

- Samneric never let one another out of the other’s sight - their mother thought they were together a lot before the Island Tragedy, but now it seems like. . . they always have to be touching, almost.  It seems as if it’s almost to ground them.  They find comfort talking to one another when riddled with nightmares.

- Simon (who is also still 100% alive) reads a lot.  He reads children’s stories and fairytales and classics, like Alice in Wonderland and Pride and Prejudice.  He reads about child psychology a lot, and he plans on becoming a psychologist when he’s older.  He never talks; he’s even quieter than he was before.  - Jack ponders what happened too much, when he’s sitting in class and he zones out his mind always seems to wander to what happened.  He wonders “was that really me, is that really who I was, is this really who I am,” and while he convinces himself no, he was in mob mentality, deep down, he knows that that was his true, raw emotion and personality exposed on that island.- Roger is quiet.  He doesn’t talk much.  He comes off as cold, harsh, aggressive.  On the outside, he hasn’t changed much.  On the inside. . .  Well, he’s become about as hard on the inside as he is on the outside.  Nothing seems to phase him. 

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

To Thirteen Year Old Girls

Thirteen year old girls, You over exaggerate.  You're overdramatic.  You over exaggerate the way he said he loved you, you over exaggerate how cute he was when he smiled at you, you over exaggerate how sweet and kind he was. Thirteen year old girls, You under exaggerate.  You're under dramatic.  You under exaggerate how scared you were when he yelled, how frightened you were when he was on top of you and you couldn't push him away, how much it hurt when he twisted your arm until you though it would break. You under exaggerate your fear because you over exaggerate your love. Thirteen year old girls, You don't know what's best for you.  You won’t listen when I tell you that.  I was thirteen once; I thought I knew what was best for me.  When people told me otherwise, I didn’t listen.  And you, thirteen year old girl, will continue reading this and think that you know what's best for you. You won't take this to heart.  That's okay.  You’re just a child – yes, you are just a child.  You won’t agree with that either.  That’s okay, too. But if you take nothing else from this message, take this: when someone - your mother, father, sister, brother, cousin, friend - tells you "you are in a dangerous situation that you need to back away from before it gets out of hand," do it.  Listen to them.  They are not trying to ruin your life, they are not trying to come between you and the "love of your life," they are trying to protect you. Thirteen year old girls, You don't know what's best for you.  So listen to people who say you're in a dangerous situation. Thirteen year old girls, Listen when people tell you you're in a dangerous situation.  Tell people when someone does something you're unsure about.  Tell someone when he does something that scares you or makes you uncomfortable.  It doesn’t have to be your parent – it can be a school counselor, a teacher you trust, a youth group leader, anybody.   Thirteen year old girls, Tell them.  Tell them before you end up fifteen, or sixteen, or seventeen or eighteen or nineteen, unable to sleep due to the nightmares, when you're keeping everything in and crying and fearful and not wanting to tell anybody because you recognize the fact that thirteen year old girls over exaggerate. Thirteen year old girls, He is not worth it. He is not and never will be worth the fear and pain he puts you through. Thirteen year old girls, Listen to me.  If you say no, it means no.  If you say no, and he asks again and again and again and guilt trips you into agreeing, he is in the wrong.  You have done nothing wrong.  No always means no. Thirteen year old girls, No means no.  If he doesn't understand that, leave. Thirteen year old girls, You over exaggerate the good and under exaggerate the bad.  Understand that no means no and whatever he does that you did not consent to is not your fault. Thirteen year old girls, Your parents won't be angry.  Your teacher or counselor or youth group leader won’t be angry.  I know you think they’ll be mad about what happened, and if they sound angry, they aren’t angry at you.  They’re worried, because they care. Thirteen year old girls, You want to believe what happened didn’t.  You want to believe he was perfect.  You want to believe all of your good memories haven’t been invalidated by all the times he hurt you. Thirteen year old girls, All of this is not to say all your relationships are toxic.   Thirteen year old girls, This is for those of you scared of your partner because he hit you, or yelled at you, or did something you weren’t comfortable with. Thirteen year old girls, Despite what he says, you can do better. Thirteen year old girls, Have fun.  Date.  Figure out what you do and don’t like.  But never expose yourself to a dangerous situation or allow yourself to stay with a boy who hurts you. Thirteen year old girls, If you have, it’s not your fault.  It’s scary.  It’s hard to realize the situation you’re in is dangerous on your own until after it’s over.  It’s okay. Thirteen year old girls, Protect yourself.  Please.   Thirteen year old girls, From present day, fifteen year old me, giving advice to thirteen year old me, listen.  You are in one of the most vulnerable points of your life emotionally.  Rational thinking is hard.  You think ‘this would never happen to me.’  You think ‘this isn’t what a dangerous, evil boy looks like.’   Thirteen year old girls, This is a message from me to my thirteen year old self.  It’s too late for me to take this advice.  I pray you do. Thirteen year old girls, I’m here for you if you feel you’re unsafe, or if you’re unsure about the situation you’re in. Thirteen year old girls, Stay safe.

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

who wants to stab me to the beat of young and menace until I die

[shalrath]

my name backwards spells “disappointment and skin problems”

[olderaang-deactivated20130812]

nice to meet you, Smelborp Niks Dna Tnemtnioppasid

[alsohaleyrose]

You really shouldn’t put your full name on the internet, it’s not safe.

[jadenyucky]

I’m done

[guceubcuesu]

Smelborp for president

[meme-loving-stuck]

marching in the streets its shia labeouf standing by our side its shia labeouf punching all the naziiiis human rights activist shia labeouf

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

send them to me i'll fite them

you guys are so sweet but alas my school has a strict violence policy

[inkskinned]

writing-prompt-s:

A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.

when we meet, i’m older but born after her, which is confusing. she was immortal somewhere after the 3rd century, we’re not sure. something about an ancient ritual. a sacrifice. she was twenty. if she ages, it’s nowhere i can see. the cut on her ribs from the ritual never heals. she is constantly annoyed by it.

we met in a meadow, by chance, when i got lost after woodstock. she looked at me with these odd eyes as i stumbled out of the loop, still smelling of sweat and other things. for a long time we stared at each other, she in her peasant clothes, me in tattered peace signs. and then she laughed.

she meets me in london during jack the ripper’s reign. we get tea. i tell her about the future where women are rulers and she snorts. i tell her about medicine. she tells me about witchcraft. i tell her about spaceships. she tells me about books that will die before i get to read them. when she laughs my heart feels funny. i think it’s the death on the wind.

she meets me by the berlin wall. we break it down together. she dances her bare feet in the dust. when she laughs something very small breaks in me. i miss my twenty-third birthday by accidentally going back to the dinosaurs. when i find her in the twenty-second century she’s holding a cake for me, telling me she’d found the signs of my travels somewhere back in twenty fifty-three. we sit on a rooftop and look at the stars and eat cake. i save her a slice. when i go back in time, i find her crying. i don’t tell her how i knew. there is something really beautiful in watching someone break into a smile when they’ve been sobbing.

i don’t know what happens. i stop jumping so much. we’re not supposed to. we’re not meant for long stays, we’ll change fate. just in and out. but hours turn into days. we spend a week in paris in her apartment over the city and i’m silly drunk when she leans over to me. 

kissing her stops time. kissing her stops everything. 

she waits for the future where we are legally allowed to be together. in the meantime i find her in dark corners. she laughs when i get tangled in my own skirts. she shows me a different world. a place where i stay. she knows i have to go. but i can’t help wish i could stay.

time isn’t real. that’s the thing. we experience it only based on our own perception of events. i only realize what’s happening because i stay too long. we are skinny dipping in a cold ocean the first time i notice it. she says something wrong. it’s not a bad mistake. but she doesn’t seem to remember how we got here for a moment. and then, in a flash, it’s gone. we are hiking through the amazon the first time she starts screaming. it’s been a long history. there’s just too much. she has periods of lucidity followed by eons of confusion. everything for her flashes by in an instant. she can’t remember what’s already been invented or what are stories i’ve told. her language is slipping. 

i hold her in a future where she is shaking. i kiss her neck. she smells like summer. “i’m losing myself in it,” she whispers. her skin is still bleeding. “i’m losing it.” i don’t know what to say. infinity is a long time to wait. she experiences time in flashes, sees a hundred years at a glance. and me? i show up and evaporate before she even recognizes me.

if she is mad, i am just as bad. i travel too much to find how to stop this. into parallel universes. outside of the ages. i don’t sleep and i don’t eat and the whole time i hear her screaming. 

it comes to me while i am sitting in the library of alexandria. time isn’t real. if i break the law, time could unravel. i think of her. if it’s worth it. what happens if i’m caught. we aren’t supposed to do things like this. even if we’re in love. 

but i am in love. i am in love.

i open the loop. i could ruin everything. but there she is, crying on the night she will be taken. and my heart breaks. it’s simple. the only way to undo it without leading to ruin is to make sure it never happens in the first place. i take her hand and i give her my loop. she has all of time to explore now. i’ve already seen it. i take her place. 

it is many years later. we meet in a meadow and she laughs.

[percivalwemysmadison]

height difference

Okay but I imagine Jack being taller than Ralph and always putting everything on the highest shelves just to mess with him. Like whenever they get into a fight Jack will put everything on the top shelf just to be annoying. Then Jack watches Ralph struggle for hours trying to get whatever it is down. This goes on for hours because Ralph doesn’t want to ask for help and Jack just loves watching Ralph struggle too much to help. 

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

I tried to fake sick so I wouldn't have to go to school today bc there are these kids who keep picking on me but it didn't work and I'm still going to school :'-)

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

RUN BITCH RUN

[halcydn-deactivated20151101]

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

[sourcedumal]

White female leads in movies are not at all groundbreaking.

White women need to stop this lie. Yall have been included in, and have been starring in everything since the beginning of cinema.

[sourcedumal]

Call me when Native American women and men are featured as stars in TV shows and movies.

Call me when we see Western Asian people portrayed as anything other than terrorists.

Call me when we see East Asian women playing roles that aren’t Dragon Lady, China Doll and Tiger Mom speaking broken Engrish.

Call me when Asian men are romantic leads PERIOD.

Call me when Latin@ folks aren’t maids, gardeners, thugs or spicy Latin lovers.

Call me when we actually see Black women getting to show the fuck up in science fiction and fantasy as leads as BLACK WOMEN and not painted or cgi aliens.

White women on the screen are not groundbreaking. Yall are the status quo.

[sourcedumal]

Bringing this back because they would literally spend millions to make technology to make a white woman “look Asian” than actually hire Japanese actors to play the fucking part of a Japanese person.

White women leads are NOT REVOLUTIONARY. They are just as complicit in white supremacy as white men.

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

reblogging this because I want to write when I grow up and I want to keep this in mind

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

I need good jalph fanfiction please somebody hmu

[ohthepaain-deactivated20241202]

these lists are pretty good:

http://morbidzerah.tumblr.com/post/133796992668/chillthepig-theres-a-depressing-lack-of-trashy

http://morbidzerah.tumblr.com/post/108507416173/my-favorite-jalph-fanfiction-until-now

also this fic, which is one of my favourites as well: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6634306?view_adult=true

[chiefralphmerridew-blog]

y'all are too good