Call me crazy but I’m so incredibly pleased with how Nico and Will were portrayed in TSATS. I’m starting to lose my patience with the people that are saying shit like “will was so pessimistic in TSATS!!! He was so nice until this point he’s so OOC!!!” no, Rick and mark are trying to prove that Will isn’t JUST sunshine and rainbows. Nico isn’t JUST gloomy and dark. No one is limited to 1 emotion. Personalities are flexible. They were in LITERAL HELL obviously Will isn’t gonna be happy and supportive all the time. They both described and justified that a million times in the book but you were all blinded by the fake image of Will you created in your tiny brains
One of my favorite artists is Daniel Garber and, when I showed my dad these photos from two weeks ago, he said one of them reminded Garber’s art. Specifically these two paintings — ‘Tanis’ (1915), held in the collection of the Philadelphia Museum of Art; and ‘The Studio Wall’, held in a private collection.
By virtue of knowing someone who’s kind of an alchemist with film photography, these photos have the same light quality. It was unexpected, a little serendipitous, and perfect for summer 🌸
[image description: a watercolor painting of a raccoon with a quiver of arrows on its back, wearing a robin hood style green hat with a turkey feather tucked into it. behind the raccoon is an a-frame tent, and before them is an unlit campfire. the scene is in a forest and a chickadee is perched an a branch above the raccoon. end image description.]
He took pleasure in his friendships, and it didn’t hurt anyone, so who cares if it was codependent or not? And anyway, how was a friendship any more codependent than a relationship? Why was it admirable when you were twenty-seven but creepy when you were thirty-seven? Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified. Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person’s most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return.
Can we talk about Andrew Minyard for a second? Specifically the way he talks? I loved Andrew’s character for a lot of reasons, but his wit has definitely got to be the primary aspect of his personality that got me hooked in book one. I know that his clever turns of phrase and out-of-pocket references can be partially attributed to his eidetic memory and instant-recall, but the fact that his personality is also just Like That is amazing. As someone who nerds out over interesting vocabulary and witticisms (my friends tell me I talk like a skater boy who swallowed a dictionary), I very quickly grew attached to him?? His story makes me so emotional, book two Messed Me UP, and I swear I would fight for this man tooth and nail in just about any situation if it meant sparing him some of the shit he goes through. Like, he’s brilliant, he’s witty, he cares so much, and he deserved so much better than the shitty lot he drew in life. I acknowledge that he has his flaws, but y'all I will talk about him for hours if you let me.
actually a redraw of something i did a few months ago and wasn‘t satisfied with at all, i like this much better!!!! the background took me so long to draw
