#bugthebugisabug

[mccall-me-maurice]

omg can you please please draw ralphie in c3?

the overwhelming majority of people wanted a little sailor boy AND HERE HE IS! STRAIGHT OUTTA THE NAVY (not really)

[lotf-character-asks]

HI SAM 👹👹👹

robert: and only i will ever know if that was really sam, or if it was eric dressing up as him

sam: …. i promise it was me

robert: yeah it was

[long-live-the-beast]

sam, do you think you’ll ever trust anyone other than eric again? what about ralph? do you think you could find some type of friend in him?

Sam: I don’t have any sort of problem with Ralph. I-I don’t know. I just can’t bear to be around any of them and remember the island. Sometimes, I close my eyes and pretend none of them are there. I pretend that it’s just Eric and I at home and none of this ever happened.

I wouldn’t say Ralph isn’t a friend of mine, but I would say I wish I had never met him, or anyone on this ship.

[thief-and-bloody-swine]

so simon tell me your opinions on everyone

simon: i don’t think i’ve ever felt poorly about any of my friends! they’re all lovely

[teddyreblogslotf]

hi :)

hello :))))

[naval-officer-x-parachute-man]

DO THEY HAVE FAMILIES

Max: No, but I know how to make one ;)

[foragergnome]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTEST DAY <333!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWWWW THANK YOU!11!!! i had SUCH A GREAT DAY!11 :D

[long-live-the-beast]

hey jack! what have you been thinking about now that you’re off the island? are you basking in grief? in guilt? do you blame yourself for the deaths? do you blame yourself for not stopping them?

is there anyone there for you now to help you get through the grief and the guilt?

Jack: It wasn’t my fault… It wasn’t my fault, I was driven to that state… With the panic, and the disagreements, and the heat, it was bound to happen!

The island made me that way. It made all of us that way and it’s dreadful. The deaths were inevitable… But I took part in making them happen… Does that make me a villain?

I thought rescue was what I wanted, but now when I think of returning home I feel sick to my stomach. My reputation is destroyed. We’re not even home yet, and I already want to run away. I can start over and become the person I want to be.

I try to explain my grief to others, but no one listens to me anymore. That’s the worst of it, I think. My bunk mate, Robert, he just stares at me, dumbfounded looking. Roger says nothing to anyone. And Ralph… I don’t talk to him. Not if he’s conscious. Not if he can hear me.