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okay, I don't have access to the English-language tick tok, but has no one danced in the image of Jack to the song "Bloody Mary" yet?

if not WHY

#lord of the flies #lotf #lotf jack

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let me introduce capinoring to you.

#feanor #feanorians #tolkien

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Golding be like: ✍️dear diary✍️ I named the hero of my book Jack he is a homicidal maniac and an emotionally unstable usurper and I even named the hero of my other book Martin he was going to rape a girl and kill her husband and eventually died in terrible agony.

Jack Martin (described by the Ballantines in "Coral Island"): * crying in a European way* What bad evil have I done to you

#lotf #lord of the flies #lotf jack #martin the thief

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Look at these Lord of the Flies (1963) photos. Okay.

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Simon turned to slush from embarrassment when he found out that he was being compared to Jesus.

modest boy uwu

#lord of the flies #lotf #lotf simon

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I just want the same friendship as Piggy and Ralph. did you kill a man? well, it happens to everyone, he's generally to blame himself, I'm with you, don't worry.

#lord of the flies #lotf #lotf simon #lotf ralph #lotf piggy #frienship

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when the choir boys get back to school and the choir teacher is just like "guys what happened to simon" "he was our best soprano wtf"

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Christ is risen! Happy Easter!

Risen is Christ, and the demons are fallen. Risen is Christ, and the Angels rejoice. Risen is Christ, and life doth reign. Risen is Christ, and there is none dead in the tomb. For Christ is raised from the dead, and is become the first-fruits of them that slept. To Him be glory and dominion unto the ages of ages. Amen.

#easter #photografy #beautiful photos

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this boy is my son and i will kill any person who hurt him 😊🪓

This might just be me but I feel like Simon was allowed on both sides. Like nobody really payed any mind to Simon, he was kinda just the kid that helped around with anything. He was also probably one of the only boys who had total freedom to go where ever on the island because from what I remember from the book he never offically took sides.

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I HAD A SIMILAR MOMENT IN CHURCH. a little girl about eight years old fainted at the service, I gave her sweet tea. She was small, dark-haired and dark-eyed. We became friends. I secretly call her Simon. Her real name is Sophie.

my most lotf-like moment was during a duke of edinburgh expedition where we all made a fire and sat around it and then this girl from another school fainted and nearly fell into the fire and all her friends had to help her she’s was so simon fr

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the scream. so loud that it hurts terribly in my throat. the light, burning and saving, is close, but around him are black trembling silhouettes. the air is hot and sticky, and so little of it. a few moments of ringing silence, through which you cannot even hear the mocking laughter behind. silly, silly boy. you yourself are silly, silly than me and more stupid than anyone else in the world. You abomination. may you rot forever in your icy lake. silhouettes twitch as if in agony. it is unclear why, because he is hurting more now. instead of words - only wheezes and sobs. silence crumbles, and its shards together with spears crash into the back, chest, head. pain. pain. pain. one continuous, never-ending. Christ had more pain? Probably more pain. the thought makes it easier, but it still hurts. the white face, framed by blond hair, bends down, comes closer, looks into my eyes. Ralph, don't cry, what is there to cry about, just understand who is really to blame. get out somehow. you must get out. the chief is laughing hysterically. or is he crying so? it is not clear. the chief is shaking like an epileptic, as he himself was shaking. thoughts are drawn like honey of wild bees. eyes are tired to look, especially in faces. The mother's hand of the sea strokes my blackened hair, saying, "Be patient, dear, be patient. I am patient, I am not even screaming. though it still hurts. it hurts. it hurts. the silhouettes are parting. wait at least until I die, don't leave, don't leave. it hurts. the darkness that came from the Pacific, wraps, envelops.

well, what can you do, get used to the desert, Simon, like a pinch to the wind, feeling that you are not just flesh. being something other than flesh is unusual, but strangely pleasant and easy.

the light bursts out as suddenly as death comes. the pain recedes, all of it, all of it, washed away and drains away somewhere. it freezes, shrinks the cracks of the ice lake with a fresh crust of ice. laughter turns into a cry - how did the silly boy manage to slip away?

Simon laughs last. there is peace ahead. and no more fainting.

#lord of the flies #lotf simon #lotf #aestethic

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alyosha karamazov is:

weak sweet smell of incense; a black robe fluttering in the cold wind, soft hands with thin fingers, and hot wax running down the small candle; cold and starry night Christmas; yellowed pages of the prayer book; the whispers of prayers in the twilight; a flickering light of the lamp, reflected in the window glass; pines surrounding the skit; bright unclouded eyes that penetrate to the separation of the compounds; a loaf of black bread, split in half; crystal and cold spring water, which makes the teeth and want to laugh; the sweetness and softness of the Easter cake, melting in the mouth; slim young birches in the heart of the storm detachment in her eyes and posture; worn wooden rosary in his pocket, a long rumble alarm bells; lingering angelic choir singing; soft eyes Virgin Mary and awe invisible angel wings; cut a heart burning with love no matter what; worn boots and zastenny, altered the length and breadth of the cassock; bowed as a sign of silent reverence head; hair color swingate wheat; foggy night vision that in the Russian sky anymore there is no God; the pale pink dawn sky over a pine forest; porcelain saucer with cherry jam; careful fraternal embrace; a damp towel, which changes every twenty minutes; untainted soul, troubled by anxiety and soothing love, boundless and infinite like the sky, like the sea, like a field of rye; timely filed arm; knees, humming from prostrations; the water turned into wine, is poured into a clay Cup; fear to see and inhuman desire to finally see Him.

a young man tormented by the passions of his family. a fighter of his Lord, a warrior of Christ, from now on and forever.

#fyodor dostoevsky #alyosha karamazov #the brothers karamazov #russian literature

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GAAAAASP I'M IN LOVE

I finally got 9 Alyosha and Ivan pic to post hahahahah！！！

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хочется простого человеческого полнометражной анимехи по лотф.

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the one who taught us not to return to the former was Nastasia Filippovna.

#prince myshkin #fyodor dostoevsky #dostojevskij #russian literature

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Okay, hello the foreign part of lotf fandom. Tell me, what do you think about Jack and his future relationships with women? I am interested in your opinion :)

#lotf jack #lotf #lord of the flies

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