#frupert

[solo-walker]

Hear me out: Frankie and Rupert Sr.

One with a brother he loved deeply and lost and one with a brother he has barely known (or that's what I'm assuming, considering their perceived age difference). One knowing he was irreplaceable and loved in return by his only remaining family member and the other returning from a living hell to find that nothing has changed and that he's been buried already. Both misunderstood. Both abandoned. Both survivors.

[frupi-place]

I made Frupi his lil name bracelet<3 I'll just have to put it on a string/elastic, but I'll do that once I get him so it'll be the right size:)

Also his name is actually Frupert /something/, but I haven't exactly decided on the whole thing yet^_^

[brocks-spare-drying-pan]

frupert friday

[theguywhodidntlikestimboards]

💙 Frupert 💙

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[zazzalilperkins]

woah, guzzle with no noni

[melchron]

I'm absolutely in love with the music video Jaime directed. Her and Frupert make the best videos together.

[charlottesweetly]

just sayin shane and ryan should get jaime and frupert as guests on puppet history and either do another dancing plague or oregon trail episode

[chonkyfroggy]

my cursed frog bell is called Frupert :) i cant decide if that makes him more or less cursed but he most surely knows the exact time that I will die

I WOULD DIE FOR FRUPERT!!!!!!

MY HEROOO 🐸🐸🐸🐸

[d-criss-news]

jlbeatty: Happy birthday to my dear friend (and former roomie) @nicklanginsta ! Nick is a fantastic dancer and a fantastic human. He also casually knocked 👏 it 👏out👏 of 👏the 👏park 👏playing [the role of a lifetime] Great Grandpuppet FRUPERT at my wedding. Thanks for always bringing magic into this world, Nick. I love you lots & I’m beyond proud to have you as a friend and Great Grandpuppet...

[wthomeland]

Can I just say, I love "Frupert Riend" and "Staury Merling"'s twitter banter. They have like the wittiest come backs at each other. It's giving me life right now. Haha.

That was the best, Anon. So happy Maury got Rupert to come out and play!

[solo-walker]

Firstly. Thank you so much I just ate lunch but I guess I needn't have because I am devouring your reblog ravenously fhjgjjkghd

SECONDLY. Secondly, to add to what you said about Rupert's first time seeing his brother, imagine the following: Rupert is just frozen in place, trying to process the scene of his father, limp and cold, with his brother shaking and crying in his arms. And then little Rupert looks up, eyes widening, and for a split second Rupert Sr. allows himself to think that his brother may have recognised him. Maybe from the funeral (which his father hadn't attended, but he pushes the thought away). Or perhaps from a picture? Can his baby brother, looking oh so small among the splinters and destruction, see him right now? Is this going to be the moment of their meeting, the moment he had imagined so many times while crouching alone and afraid overseas?

BUT RUPERT JR. GETS UP AND RUNS STRAIGHT PAST HIS OWN BROTHER TOWARDS ANOTHER HUNCHED-OVER PERSON, ALSO CRADLING A BODY. BECAUSE FRANKIE IS THE ONLY PERSON HE RECOGNISES AMONG THE SMOKE AND SIRENS AND DEVASTATION. Because isn't it human nature to take refuge in familiarity, however brief it may have been?

Hear me out: Frankie and Rupert Sr.

One with a brother he loved deeply and lost and one with a brother he has barely known (or that's what I'm assuming, considering their perceived age difference). One knowing he was irreplaceable and loved in return by his only remaining family member and the other returning from a living hell to find that nothing has changed and that he's been buried already. Both misunderstood. Both abandoned. Both survivors.

[brocks-spare-drying-pan]

it’s frupert friday

everyone say hi to rupert

[melchron]

Everyone go subscribe to Frupert and Murphy's podcast

GUYS JAIME IS LIVE RIGHT NOW

[solo-walker]

"Or maybe it was real, and ghosts do exist, and his brother is next to him right now, as jumpy and impatient as ever."

Hey, @youling-the-ghost , how about I throw myself into the void while screaming incoherently in agony?

Ok, but now I'm thinking of Rupert Sr. , a ghost wandering the streets of New York, leaving his home behind for the second time. The roads are cold, but hey, it's fortunate that he doesn't have any breath to fog the air and remind him of that fact, right? At least not anymore.

Maybe this is his fate, he wonders, destined to drift even after death. He'd drifted back and forth across oceans in search of some place to anchor himself. But even as he lay dying on a foreign shore, mud in his eyes and screams in his ears, he knew he was just as untethered as before.

And then he makes the acquaintance of a young man, who looks about his age. They strike up a conversation. He has a younger brother called Donnie, and he seems to almost glow when he talks about him and their escapades. He doesn't seem to realise that Rupert is a spirit, and why should he dampen Frankie's gusto by enlightening him? Rupert thinks back to his own little brother - he's probably cycling back from school like he used to when he was boy, their mother waiting at the door with a smile to snatch him up. Rupert remembers receiving the letter informing him of his brother's birth. He'd read it thrice over, trying to feel some stirring of brotherly affection, before crumpling it into his pocket.

He talks further with Frankie, spilling his own story. When he is asked to share his contact, he does so without a thought. What harm could it do? He's just a stranger, after all, meant to be forgotten. It's not like the other youth would actually try to get in touch with him.

He drifts on. Maybe he'll pay his namesake a visit. See how much he's been told about the brother he never met. But Rupert isn't home. He can hear the raised voices without even going inside.

Panicking slightly, he makes his way back to Times Square. When he hears the blast, his first instinct is to throw himself down on the ground, his mind exploding with memories as he thinks for one mad moment that the war has followed him back to New York.

He finds the familiar tear-and-ash-streaked face again, asking him why he didn't pick up his calls.

Rupert can't bring himself to answer.

Hear me out: Frankie and Rupert Sr.

One with a brother he loved deeply and lost and one with a brother he has barely known (or that's what I'm assuming, considering their perceived age difference). One knowing he was irreplaceable and loved in return by his only remaining family member and the other returning from a living hell to find that nothing has changed and that he's been buried already. Both misunderstood. Both abandoned. Both survivors.

[solo-walker]

I swear to god the more I think about them (I have been doing so since yesterday) the more I want to screech at impossible frequencies.

Hear me out: Frankie and Rupert Sr.

One with a brother he loved deeply and lost and one with a brother he has barely known (or that's what I'm assuming, considering their perceived age difference). One knowing he was irreplaceable and loved in return by his only remaining family member and the other returning from a living hell to find that nothing has changed and that he's been buried already. Both misunderstood. Both abandoned. Both survivors.

[marabout2772]

I AM SCREAMING CRYING AND KICKING THEY MAKE ME ILL /positive

Hear me out: Frankie and Rupert Sr.

One with a brother he loved deeply and lost and one with a brother he has barely known (or that's what I'm assuming, considering their perceived age difference). One knowing he was irreplaceable and loved in return by his only remaining family member and the other returning from a living hell to find that nothing has changed and that he's been buried already. Both misunderstood. Both abandoned. Both survivors.