bella
Micheal Distortion searching up “how to express human emotions” on Gerry’s computer and it autocompletes
gerry keay my beloved
welcome back diva
consider this a redraw of my old gerry picture but with more flavour if you can call it that
👇👇👇 this one
that’s it love yall my fellow archival worms
yall take it for granted that Johnny Truant’s sections are typed, not handwritten. we’re all so fucking lucky that Mark “Z” Danielewski didn’t go the extra mile and make Johnny’s sections handwritten with the most atrocious handwriting known to man
My favorite ultra-specific character type is "this fucked up little man clearly just needs a consensual BDSM relationship and some therapy and he'd be fine, but that is very much not what happens in this story."
also i literally have zero coherent thoughts about atsushi rn. i hate you and i want you out of my head, i've wanted that for so long. the softness in the way the headmaster smiles at him and says, i'll be gone. your sort-of-father who was cruel to you and who cared about you (never in ways that justified what he did to you, but never quite the monster you wish he was, either) and who haunts you and who gave you the same things that kept him alive and didn't know how to give you better. you know. the way the headmaster's death and the fact of the headmaster's humanity slices atsushi open in both universes— you hate him, and still. and still.