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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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last sentence tag game

tagged by: @lailuhhh

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

It takes until Race is sitting up sharply on the couch, the warm, dark hands of his older brother tight around his wrists, to realize that the person screaming is him. He breathes harshly, rough in and out of his spasming lungs, throat raw from all the noise he was making. His face is wet with tears, he realizes.

Albert’s laugh is still echoing in his ears.

tagging:

@we-are-inevitable @roideny @jack-kellys @enter-plot-holes-here

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we-are-inevitable · 2 years

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Hey, I'm not sure if you'll see this, but can I have some hcs for ralbert in any AU? Thank you!

ahhh my bestie boys !!!

okay i feel like they either have the longest slow burn ever or get married 6 months after they meet. no in-between

for this set of headcanons tho im gonna go with slow burn !! so imagine this modern au, known each other since they were at least in middle school, but probably before that

bc the thing about ralbert is: they're best friends no matter what. they're the kind of couple to be elementary school sweethearts. they've spent SO LONG learning each other and falling for each other

that's why one of my favorite tropes with them is just. you know how sometimes you can look at a person and think "i love you," and it's not some big revelation? it's not some shocking moment that creeps up on you? it's not scary because it's always been there? that's ralbert.

"i love you" isn't a declaration, it's a reassurance.

bc they're the kind of couple to just,, idk theyre so casual with each other as friends and falling in love was just the next step, really.

racer, though, is the more affectionate of the two- at least when other people are around. he'll play with albert's hair, hold his hand, rub his shoulders, sit in his lap; he's naturally the cuddle-bug of the relationship

albert on the other hand isn't huge on public displays of affection, but he doesn't mind it if race is the one initiating. occasionally he'll kiss race's cheek or hold his hand

not to say he's not romantic though! when they're alone, he's clingy as fuck. like "let me put my head on your lap while you watch a movie so i can stare at your face and compliment you for an hour and a half" clingy. while race is cooking, al is the kind of guy to come up behind him, hug him around the waist, and put his chin on his shoulder just to be close to him.

albert is a sucker for quality time and words of affirmation; race is a sucker for physical touch and gift-giving. they work out great!

they're both geniuses alone but kind of cancel out when they're together so they're just that really dumb happy-go-lucky couple

they're so in sync its CRAZY. they can have full convos with just facial expressions

they aren't perfect though. when they fight, it can get nasty- but they always seem to know when they need to cool down alone and come back together to talk it out.

and sometimes they clash, but they're both very vocal about their needs- honest communication is a must.

all in all, they're a very happy couple !!

ty ty !!

#albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #newsies #livesies #newsies musical #ask a jac !#jac's headcanons #ralbert #spam ralbert gang

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dolokhoded · 2 years

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it's good to be back.

#no context #just kinda came out of me #i missed these two fuckers #newsies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spam ralbert gang

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the-cryptid-finch · 2 years

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Cottage core Ralbert!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/56bDomrnx8CTw0o97b1k8W?si=25MlB9pETVala3D7NMQ1Ng&utm_source=copy-link

#newsies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #santa fe #spam ralbert gang #Ralbert #cottagecore #Cottagecore Ralbert

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oof-musicals · 3 years

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Ralbert Musician Au

This au is something I first brought up to the wonderful @tarantulas4davey and I've finally gotten around to making. Thank you sm Chandler for appreciating my idea you're the best <3 these are just the basis but I'd love if people sent headcannons in:)

Ps. I'm aware this is inaccurate, I'm not a musician

Edit: Part 2!

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- okay. backstory. Race and Albert are childhood friends, so they've known each other since they were in diapers. They're super super close. Freinds to lovers, you know the drill

- Albert plays mutiple instruments, but mainly guitar. He mainly learned from his mom, but he's also just,, naturally good at playing instruments.

- Albert is naturally quiet and private about his interests, so it's really no surprise he doesn't tell anyone he plays guitar and stuff.

- He does, however, post anonymous covers of songs on YouTube (and writes his own songs, but we'll get to that later) and people just love it because he has a great v o i c e and it's just enjoyable to listen to.

- But in real life, no-one really knows. Race doesn't actually find out until a year after they start dating (which I'm thinking they started when they were like,, 15? when Albert played for him.

- He does get comfortable enough to play around a few people, but the only places he feels completely comfortable with playing is when doing covers, by himself, or in Race's company.

- Now, he continues this playing covers until one day in the summer between Junior and Senior year, where Albert posts and original song. He'd been writing for awhile, but he only just built up the confidence to share it. And people l o v e it. His channel had a decent following and he was doing pretty well, but after he released it, his channel blew up. And the song wasn't a huge release or anything, it was something he kinda did because he felt like it.

- now, focusing on Race, he isn't an actual musician. But he loves music. Like loves. So those nights when Albert brought out his acoustic guitar and played for him, Race treasured.

- he's an open book, but he also keeps Albert's hobby a secret (even though he wants people to know Albert has a gift for music) because Albert isn't really ready to share that.

- Race is just super super supportive of Albert's music hobby, which does eventually become a career as he gets more comfortable with the idea of releasing music for people to enjoy.

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Again, if you have any headcannons, asks are (hopefully) on and welcome. That's all I have for now, I might add more later.

#ralbert musician au #spam ralbert gang #ralbert #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #they<3 #newsies #newsies headcanons #audrey makes headcannons

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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The trio - soldier poet king - thank you

-el

@roideny <3

WAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS SO GOOD ELLIOT

for those unaware “the trio” in question is albert, race, and finch. all we do is talk about about them so they are The Trio (TM)

ok ok ok. so

the soldier

my boy albert dasilva !! he’s sorta. punch first, ask questions later. he’s no good with words, but all his feelings come out as actions. he would tear the world apart for those he loves, and then he alone would bear the weight of holding it together for them as well. he’s just. he’s the guy that takes the hits so someone he thinks is smarter or better than him can keep going forward, even if he’s not beside them.

the poet

racetrack mf higgins. he is not the optimist, but he is the only one that wishes he could be. he has seen so many of the horrors of the world, felt so much darkness and waded through so much pain, and yet all he projects is light. he wears his heart on his sleeve and finds the words for those too-bit feelings everyone else is afraid of and he is so unabashedly himself. he cannot paint, nor draw, so he uses a thousand words to tell his stories instead.

the king

finch cortes, it’s your time to shine. he is righteous, and rigid, and often forgets that not every emotion can be felt through he clinical lens of logic. he has always been the man with a plan, the careful eye that sees everything other people miss. he loves his version of routine, his version of ordinary, regardless of how wild and unpredictable it may seem to others. he is steady where others stagger, and he often suffers in silence for the sake of those he loves.

elliot i fucking adore u thank u sm

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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Ralbert, Sadness

7) “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I feel like I can’t even breathe without you!”

sorry i do not remember what list this is from that’s my bad

jac !! my love !! i kinda lied when i messaged you about this cause it did not stay nearly as sad as i meant it to but it was fun and i regret nothing !! thank u sm for this even if it took me forever to reply to <33

i don’t think there’s any TWs for this one, i just imply they have an argument of some kind before the start

without further ado, ✨them✨

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The dead silence is heavy.

The cold of the bathroom door digs into his back, hard and unrelenting, spine curved awkwardly against the wood from when he slammed it and promptly slunk to the floor, desperately trying to ebb the flow of tears down his cheeks. He can almost see Albert, still frozen in the kitchen of their apartment, suddenly deflated where he was puffed up with anger a moment before. The drop of his head, the red rimmed eyes full of tears that he’ll grit his teeth against. They don’t fight very much, rarely have it in them. But when they do, the Earth shifts with it, rocking rough and dark to its core.

Race doesn’t even remember how it started. They bicker endlessly, a chess match of wit and bark with no bite, a torrent of flirting that comes out snarky, but this wasn’t funny. He goes back to school on Friday, the last semesters before he finally returns to the city of endless motion. It’s been eating him alive, the idea of going back after a winter break that gave him everything he misses when he’s out on the sunny coast of California.

Two more semesters until he’s back in Albert’s little apartment, happy and content. At least… that’s what he expects. Based on their current showing, he’s never been less sure.

If he had to guess, he started it. Albert couldn’t bother him on his own if he wanted to, regardless of how hard he tries, but Race has the unfortunate habit of refusing to admit something else is bothering him. Then, suddenly, unpredictably, he’s fighting with his boyfriend about dinner, and then how much homework he’s still got left to do. And Albert does his best, he really does, but he’s snappy when he’s hungry.

Race really doesn’t know why he’s crying, but he is, and it just won’t stop.

The footsteps aren’t loud, but Race could pick them out in a crowded hall, let alone the crushing quiet. He hadn’t turned the lock on the door, but the door handle doesn’t even rattle, there’s just the rustle of someone sitting on the floor outside of the door. They both know that Race knows he’s there, he always does.

His heart stops trying to shatter through his diaphragm when he twists up onto his knees and opens the door a crack. Albert’s smooth expression cracks at his face, scrunched up and ruddy with traitorous tears, but he barely lets him look before slinking into his arms and hiding his face in his neck.

“‘M sorry I shouted at you. Wasn’t fair,” Albert’s terrible at hiding the chopped up accent when he’s emotional. All his effort goes into sounding soft and sweet instead. “You’ve been stressin’ over whatever’s in that head of yours and I let it bug me.”

“My fault.” It’s barely a murmur, muffled in all the fabric and emotion, words he can feel being protested, but he hates that Albert still lets everything be his fault even when it isn’t.

His tan face has gone blotchy with muddled red, and he sounds like a little kid with a cold, but he lifts his head, letting himself sink into the hold Albert’s got on him so he can see the face he’s got memorized down to the last of the millions of freckles smattered across his nose. There’s a shaky breath, a long moment where all he does is sit, stare, and breathe before he can make himself speak. “I.. Caltech is a crazy experience. I couldn’t have said no when I got that letter on principle, even if I wanted to. But there’s so little there for me, not when you’re here. And it’s two more semesters, I’ll survive, but it’s been crushing me since I left in August.”

“I’m right here waiting for you to come back the entire time you’re gone, you know that?” The arms around his shoulders squeeze tighter, and he squeezes right back around Albert’s middle.

“I know, I promise I know, I just- I.. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I feel like I can’t even breathe without you!” Race brings a hand up to his cheek, pressing their foreheads together, like he can physically force the clinical cold he feels in the objective warm, welcoming brightness of sunny Pasadena, California, into Albert’s mind through pure will.

“I hear you, I got you, okay?” His callused, warm hand covers Race’s wrist, thumb moving back and forth over the skin. “I’m right there with you, darlin’, like you wouldn’t believe. I miss you somethin’ fierce when you’re gone.”

Despite himself, he can’t help the little laugh at Albert, the halting exasperation at his own southern-ness, even in a serious moment. There’s a long pause, not crushing or uncomfortable or heavy, where he just sits against Albert on the floor and listens to his lungs fill and empty, over and over and over again.

“..You’re supposed to visit your mama upstate over spring break, right?” He hums his assent, eyes roving over his face to try and pick out what he’s getting at. “Have you scheduled your flight yet?”

“No, I was gonna do it on the phone with Jack tomorrow so he can pick me up from the airport once he’s driven up there.” Race’s brow scrunches together, still not seeing what’s making Albert’s eyes light up like that.

“How about I pick you up from JFK and I drive us upstate instead? Unless Miss Medda has some anti-boyfriend policy?” Medda loves him better than any of her own sons and he damn well knows it.

“Really?” Much happier tears well in Race’s eyes now, weepy as he is at the moment. “You’d suffer through two weeks of Jack and Charlie’s shit for me?”

“Might as well, Toni, I get plenty of it texting you when you’re in California, anyway.” Race’s laugh is bright, making Albert’s whole system warm in an instant, glad to have that sunny smile back after days of looming gloom.

“What about your aunts?” He did the several-day-Georgia-road-trip with Albert and his aunts last July, and it was a fun kind of chaotic. This year, the trip is supposed to be in April instead. “Don’t they want you to go south with them?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be glad to have a few days to themselves before they get to grandmama’s. I only played nice on that road trip ‘cause I had someone to impress.” Race would’ve been able to pick out his grin from the sound of his voice alone. “I’m usually much more insufferable.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately, chest full to bursting. “I’ll believe that when I see it.. Thank you.”

Albert hums lightly, and Race can feel it rumble in both of their chests. “I love you, darlin’.”

Race pecks his lips shortly once, then again, and again. “And I love you, even if you yell at me.” He puts petulant anger in his emphasis, like a stompy toddler pouting about a toy.

“I did not yell, drama queen–” He doesn’t want to hear it, so he slaps a hand over Albert’s mouth, having the audacity to act shocked when he rips it away a moment later wet with saliva. Fingers dig in under Race’s ribs, making him squawk and squirm away, their eloquent chess match beginning anew, plans aflame and roiling with light.

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fín

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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bringin’ out the freedom in your eyes

visiting albert’s small southern town over their summer, the pair’s silly date shenanigans are interrupted

aka ralbert getting together in college and race realizing just how much of a shit albert was in highschool

read on ao3

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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Any more about oh lei oh lai oh lord? -el

@roideny u and jac are the most predictable mfs i’ve ever met in my entire life

soldier/poet/king au inspired by this post

finch is the heir to the throne that ran away just before his father was killed by his belligerent uncle, albert is a (fairly newly) knighted soldier that fled the castle after the assassination of his king, and race is a low born poet with such eloquent writing skills he managed to land himself a seat at the previous king’s table. race and al escaped together, and once they manage to collect themselves, their mission is to find the prince, take back the castle, and save the kingdom. whether or not they’ll be able to is up to fate <3

the title is from soldier poet king by the oh hellos for. obvious reasons.

#this is one of my favorite aus at the moment #it’s very dnd i’m a big fan #newsies #livesies #elliot ilysm #elliot the finch enthusiast #elliot thoughts make brain go brr #the ralbertification of elliot #ish #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #soldier poet king #chandler the ralbert cult leader #never not read the tags

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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Going to ask about 'there’s no plan (no race to be run)' because that sounds fun.

ok so !! small town au. race and jack have just moved from nyc to al’s tiny town in georgia. al and jack are on the same baseball team even tho jack’s a couple years old bc. school teams. race shows up to practice exactly (1) time and then an entire season’s worth of time is dedicated to a ridiculous amount of pining. multiple chapters bc i’ve already written 2 or 3 :))

title from no plan by hozier bc it has incurable small town au vibes and all of the lyrics make good chapter titles

#newsies #livesies #ralbert #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spam ralbert gang #it’s a good ole time #asks #hi ily cam #i get way more invested in this fic every time baseball season is happening so. if u randomly see me start posting it That Is Why #spreading my georgia boy!albert propaganda #chandler the ralbert cult leader #never not read the tags

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we-are-inevitable · 2 years

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hello my love !!!

this is me begging you to talk about ralbert from the small town au. anything. everything. whatever your mind comes up with. they’re My Boys and i wanna hear all your thoughts on them

i love you so so much mwah mwah <333

oh boy oh BOY

for those of you who aren't versed in the small town au, the gist is:

Race is a barrel racer in the rodeo circuit and his family owns a ranch.

Albert is a "junior" mechanic at his Uncle's shop and specializes in fixing up trailers and trucks.

they're dating! in secret! and they love each other!

and i have been having a LOT of thoughts about their relationship, specifically because of how they're hiding it.

who knows if i'll ever actually write this, but i think that their coming out scene would be a pretty big deal. my last one shot for them left off with Race confessing and asking al to go to a rodeo in Montana with him, so i think their coming out scene would be there?

just picture it: Race has just hit his all-time best run, coming in at about 14 seconds instead of his usual 16, and they're celebrating. i think they'd sneak off to the trailers and kiss; al would hold him, race would be a giggly mess, and everything would be perfect.

but Race's dad is at the rodeo, too; he came to watch Racer compete and meet up with some old buddies from college, and now he's stumbling across his son kissing another man.

i have a lot more thoughts about the aftermath of this, so feel free to send asks!!

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"Racer? Are you back here-- Oh, what in the... Anthony?"

And the moment is ruined.

Race's eyes widen as he pulls away from the kiss, instantly pushing Albert back; his heart pounds in his throat as he spins around, facing his father. A big, tough man. Hardened from years of ranch life. Brutal when he wants to be

Race stares at him like a deer in the headlights and can already feel the earth shifting beneath his feet.

"Pa," Race chokes out, eyes wide. "This- This ain't what it looks like, I swear, we was just--"

"You were kissin' DaSilva," his father says evenly, taking a few steps forward. "Anthony..."

With one glance to the side, Race sees the panic written all across Al's face: wide eyes, furrowed brows, his chest rising and falling so fast he may as well just finished a marathon.

Race takes in a shaky breath. "Don't- Don't hurt him, Pa, it's my- it's my fault, I kissed him and he didn't want it and- and it ain’t gonna happen again, I'm sorry, I- I just--"

"Tony," his father cuts him off again, and Race flinches when he sees one of his father's hands raise. His dad has never laid a hand on him, has never so much as yelled at him, but Race has seen the news. Read the articles. This might be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

But instead of a fist making contact with his face, all Race feels is a hand on his shoulder, pulling him into a tight hug.

His father sighs, and Race can feel the way his grip tightens. "I'm sorry, son," He says in that gruff, accented voice of his. As he pulls back, Race looks up, and sees a look of sincerity written all over his father's face, visible even under all of the dirty blonde facial hair he has.

"Sorry?" Race repeats, gulping. "What- What'd'ya mean?"

"I'm sorry you felt like ya had to hide," He answers, then glances to Albert. "Look, I... I ain't gonna lie, this'll take some gettin' used to, but... but you boys are okay in my books."

"Y'ain't mad?" Albert’s voice, sounding shakier than usual, says from thr side.

Race's dad shakes his head. "'Course I ain’t," He says, then looks back down at Race. "Look, just... just be careful. I'm proud of you."

Race hugs him, and lets the few tears he's been holding back fall, digging his fingers into the back of his dad's pearlsnap Wrangler shirt.

Once he pulls back, he instinctively reaches for Albert’s hand. Race leans into his boyfriend's shoulder as his dad watches them, looking... confused, but not angry.

"How... How long have y'all two been together?" He asks.

Race and Al glance at each other, and Al finally meets Mr. Higgins' gaze. "Since eighth grade, sir."

"Since eighth-- Christ almighty," He whispers, rubbing his forehead, before nodding. "And y'all have had to hide it for this long... Christ, I'm sorry, boys."

"It ain’t your fault, sir," Al says with a gulp. "We, uh. We knew what we was gettin' into."

Mr. Higgins sighs. "Do your folks know, Red?"

"No, sir. They... wouldn't take it as gracefully as you have," Albert admits with a sigh, squeezing Race's hand.

"Them sons of bitches can kiss my ass," Mr. Higgins mutters. "You're always welcome at the ranch, okay? And if they give you any shit, you best tell me. I'll set 'em straight for ya."

Albert smiles and nods, not trusting his voice to work with the tears slowly welling up in his eyes. He looks down at Race, who stares up into Albert’s eyes with his signature grin.

And things will never be perfect.

They're sure as hell getting better, though.

#chandler ilysm #theres not many headcanons in this but. you know where im coming from #ily !!!#ask a jac !#jac writes #chandler tag #newsies #livesies #newsies musical #newsies live #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #ralbert #spam ralbert gang

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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bouncin’ off the walls (floatin’ on air)

slow dancing and sweet nothings.

aka. i write nothing but useless fluff based on country love songs when i’m bored so have Whatever This Is. it’s not good but i love it so 🤷

read on ao3

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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saying everything without making a sound

albert loves his friends, but he’s easily overwhelmed. good thing his boy is always around to calm him down.

or i’m always down for a good dose of fluffy garbage, especially small town au related fluffy garbage, and today is no different. based on the song heartbeat by carrie underwood

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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ok so

hey y’all. how ya doin.

i am currently in the process of working on lots of things!

slight problem, for those who don’t know, i also have a broken wrist. so it currently hurts to do,,,, everything i usually do, considering it’s my drawing hand.

so! please forgive me if it takes Absolute Ages to get any new stuff out, i promise i am. doing my best. that best is just severely hindered right now. i will gladly answer asks about aus and art and ideas and stuff in the meantime tho

love y’all

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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Concept: Newsies au where everything is the same but Albert is scared of birds, and Race regularly picks Albert up and 'protects' him whenever Finch is around, like the good boyfriend he is. And Albert just goes along with it, clinging to Race like his life depends on it, just to annoy Finch.

So like this:

IM GENUINELY CACKLING THIS IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY

#newsies #never not read the tags #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #finch cortez #IM FUCKIN DYIN BRO LMFAO

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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Ralbert bully each other on Instagram so relentlessly that some people think they actually hate each other despite the fact that they write 99% of those comments while draped over each other send tweet

NO CAUSE YOURE 100% RIGHT AND NOW I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT

it starts as a joke under one of jack’s posts cause albert does that dudebro thing and comments “damn sexy 🤤” or something cause he thinks he’s funny

and then race comments “fuck outta here 🙄” back

and thus. the war begins

it’s mostly just really fuckin stupid stuff like “nice shirt, moron” under a picture of race literally in albert’s shirt

but then one time it’s them completely sarcastically arguing but without knowing them it just looks Mean

and they’re typing the whole thing out while race is actively sat in albert’s lap n they’re both giggling to themselves at how fuckin funny they are

they literally get distracted by a conversation about the morality of tickling (albert pokes race in the stomach, race is a little bitch about it. we move.) and forget they’re supposed to be fighting in their instagram comments

and then ???? the next day at school ???? someone asks albert about his beef with racetrack higgins ???? like he didn’t literally just make out with him in his truck ???? five minutes ago ????

so obviously. their dramatic asses. pretend to get into a screaming match in the cafeteria at lunch

jack films the whole thing

and then at the end they break and start laughing and everyone’s really confused when they take a bow

they’re more confused when albert literally dips race and kisses him in front of everyone

but hey. that’s going to highschool with these fools

long story short ralbert as a duo is chaotic and stupid but they’re in love so at least they do it together

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #ralbert ralbert ralbert #elliot ilysm #the ralbert collective #social media au thoughts

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