me thinking randall despised johnny for manipulating him and kicking out of ror; in which he harbored his hate for years like he did with sulley and wanted to vengefully show everyone including johnny how wrong they were for underestimating him in college
what randall and johnny's relationship ended up being:
Aun (Durge) and Enver on a rooftop somewhere in Lower City, 1477 D.R.
I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer. (from Heaven by Mieko Kawakami)
alright, here's my jimmy/timmy art 💀 i recently started playing nicktoons unite after rewatching tfop (still not done yet but anyways) and i wanted to draw them, plus drew cosmo and wanda (again) bc i love them. thought about also drawing the others but would u believe me if i told you just this took ten and a half hours? 💀💀💀 it's also been like 7 years since i drew danny so,, one step at a time.
designs are inspired by izbubbles, choraa_, and builtintripping [ idk their tumblrs, sorry ): ] !! mostly just timmy w the piercings and nail polish and jimmy w the glasses, kinda just made the rest up as i went and used their normal color palettes but ykyk. kept c&w in the original style bc i am not confident enough to change them. also idk how to background and anatomy is hard so anyways. that is all.
Do you guys ever think about Ken's devastated expression when he sees Kinn alone in the parking lot? When Big, who would have followed Kinn to the ends of the earth, isn't with him?
Bojan... Bojan. I feel so many things about him in this chapter your descriptions of his panic fucking broke me, they hit a tiny bit to close to home (this is supposed to be a compliment).
And Kris my dear dear Kris, constantly searching the issue in himself (mood lol) only to realise that he did nothing wrong and Bojan still left. Oufff
i will gladly take the compliment but you will also attend this weeks "had an anxiety spike reading the holidate" self help group. mandatory. heres your stamp card 📋 there will be snacks and hot beverages
maybe levi and annie’s relationship is weird during the rumbling mutually actually after levi talked for 5 minutes straight about all the ways he was going to torture her and how she enjoys killing
so with all the hullabaloo with me possibly being exposed to covid + the fucking fire alarm going off + other things i cannot discuss on here but are tearing me to shreds in real time… i forgot to update everybody but im maybe possibly in grad school now and will be taking one 3 credit class this semester before officially applying to the program (and the credits will count if i get in… 3 down 27 to go) 🤪
had a full on mental breakdown on monday (and a full on therapy sesh with my voice teacher bless her heart) and another yesterday morning before the funeral because i was gonna sing at the mass and my voice wasn't working like At All so obv the only possible explanation was that i am useless and should kms. turns out i have bronchitis 🤡
“ I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, ” he tells her, and his words are falling over each other in his angry determination to make her understand, “ I sacrificed everything for you. You and Michael, HAH ! ” At the mention of his eldest son’s name, William’s features twist, coiled and tight. Even that reaction, visceral and vicious as it is, is more emotion than he’s given Ollie in quite some time. Except tonight. Tonight, he’s not quite himself. “ The two of you, you never cared. I have the two of you the world and you threw it back in my face. And— And I’ll tell you another thing, too!”
He feels like shit. Physically and mentally. Hardly fully upright while he jabs an aggressive finger at her, chest heaving in an attempt to calm his breaths. Letting her work him up had never been the plan, but neither had any of this. And he’s mortified, too, by the shame inside him that’s rapidly rising: not only the shame of behaving like this in front of her, that egotistical shame, but the shame that comes with remembering past mistakes. In this case, most of his daughter’s childhood and teenage years. He’s not entirely oblivious, after all. The past, however, is not something he wants to think about. Not when it comes to his faults. A sneer painted on his lips, he says, as candid as he can, movement unsteady and swaying:
“ No wonder I couldn’t fuckin’ stand to be at home. Being reminded constantly of what a disappointment you turned out to be— God, I feel sick.”