Dry Humor Simon Is Not A Take On His Character I’ve Really Ever Seen, But I Am HERE For It😭✨👌

Look at them🥹✨

Some ilyoo sketches from the past couple months :)

ADORE ADORE

You were able to get this painterly quality all throughout—-there’s even this marbling effect in the background that my eyes keep getting drawn to

Love that it feels like Ralph is drowning in his attempt to keep a grip of the conch (which really was representative of that familiar structure they had left long ago in the crash)

The blue waves working against him, feeling like they want to suck him back into the surface while the conch sinks deeper in the darkness is just so ARGH so poetic

a conch shell devoid of all meaning

closeups

BRO YOU’RE MY BIGGEST HYPE-MAN OUT HERE—-

Thank you so much for your lovely commentary, I’m always happy to hear all the different things you notice in my pieces, it truly makes me feel seen🥹thank you so so much, and I hope I can continue to do justice to the Lotf boys

Simon🥹ma boi

Thank you for tagging me! I’m still pretty new to the Tumblr scene so I got no one to tag😭, but I still wanted to join cause this picrew template was just too cute!

Picrew Tag Game!

I was tagged by @odeblr to cattify myself using this picrew! Thank you so much, Ezra :)

The blue spots represent the streaks of blue I currently have in my hair! The glasses on my cat self are almost identical to my real ones, so I couldn't not use them :)

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There’s so many things I took note off within these gifs😭their look-up being in sync, the way Hannibal smiles so softy and genuinely at Will, Will also smiling at Hannibal’s commentary 😭I hate them so fucking much

the most you look like a couple episode

The “draw fanart of six characters” thing! Lotf edition of course

I AM NOT DEAD

You guys get an unfinished sketch of the choir squad as I try to ease my way back to posting

I think the novel is much more general than that. Keep in mind that the way things play out on the island are meant to be a reflection of the war being fought by the adults in the background of the story. What war is being fought is never specified, and in truth, what specific war it was never really important. History has seen its fair share of dictators coming to power, just as it has seen all the violence and war that comes with it. Bringing it back to the novel, the island and what the boys do is not just a reflection of the fictional war that surrounds them in the world of the adults, but also a reflection of human history and its wars. You can swap these characters for any specific working cog in a specific war and have it make sense, because again, the story is not a metaphor for any one specific war, but the characters themselves ARE metaphors for the groups or individuals that work towards or against the creation of war and violence in human history. The boys play out this chain of events on an island that is devoid of the societies, rules, prejudices and political systems that war is often played out in, and that in itself lends to Golding’s thesis: human evil does not come about from the social constructs of the modern society, but from the innate proclivity towards evil within all of us.

Was lotf actually a metaphor for how the nazis rose to power and Simon’s death was a metaphor for the demonisation of minorities and piggy’s death was a metaphor for the assassination of political opponents and civil rights activists or was I just overthinking when I first read it

Yes yes yes AAAAAAANNNNNNDD 100% yes, I have BEEN thinking about it since I watched the movie and MHA ended😔

I keep thinking about no one mourns the wicked and togachako

Maria lifted one arm, trembling, weak, as if the very air weighed her down. Her skin looked like it would bruise at a glance, like if he touched her, he might hurt her without meaning to. Her hand reached toward him, fingers outstretched. Something twisted inside Shadow. Not quite pain. Not quite rage. Resentment of knowing her sickness was why he existed. That he was crafted to save her.

And until now, no one had ever looked at him like he was anything more than that. No one had offered him warmth.

His voice, when it came, was hoarse. Unused.

“I was made… for you.”