#gahhhhhhhh

[qyqysstuff]

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Haven’t even finished chapter 1 yet but I had to draw what hit me so hard, testing my new pen from memory since I didn’t check the ref

Character belong to venomous-qwille

(Only 2 GITM pics so far… kinda shy to tag authors grggrgr I will draw as much as I can)

[lunisaka]

Postin this one too before i forget guhhhh hes so gahhhhhh pretty…

[heir-of-the-chair]

This is not my circus. But these are my monkeys I’m responsible for now. And the guy whose circus this is is really abusing these poor monkeys… And everyone else in the circus… And I’m having an affair with his wife now, also.

Man I was just trying to hop a train

[tallyteatime]

I think the Long Walk movie portrays Barkovitch so so so much better and sort of makes it sadder. There are definitely some more scenes he’s in in the book, but the movie takes away his comradery, which is a big point of the story.

I’ve thought so so much about this and I won’t keep it too long, but in the book, Barkovitch has certain moments of comradery with the others, like when he yelled alongside everyone for the watermelon, or when he joined in the forty-six man raspberry. Also, when they ask him about Scramm’s wife. These times may have been the only times he felt any comradery in the book, but it’s still something.

In the movie, he has NOTHING. Even if he walks in proximity to everyone, he is left out in every scenario. The few bigger moments of comradery in the movie is when everyone joins in to comment on Ray’s mom, when everyone is yelling “fuck the Long Walk,” and when they all discuss Hank’s wife.

Everyone but Barkovitch. Barkovitch is dead silent for all 3 of these scenes. Where all of the other boys are laughing or crying, all a family in some way, Barkovitch is completely left out. And the thing is, he could have joined. But I think he was too scared of the rejection in joining just normal conversations, he couldn’t get even a little of the comradery.

In the book, at least he got watermelon and enjoyed it with everyone else. At least he was asked to join in the group raspberry. He was even asked to help out Scramm's wife, Ray consciously chose to ask him. He is a part of the family, even if everyone hates him, I think. This is also kinda like how there are many musketeers, not just the four, and the musketeers change and grow.

He’s not in the family at all in the movie. There is less of a family in general, there are just less characters, less group efforts, less screen time I guess. It just makes everything so much sadder. “Step into it brothers-“ what brothers? Barkovitch, you really tried, I’m so so sorry it had to be like that.

[bigidiotenergytm]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80740136

If you’ve been waiting for the porn, thank you for your patience. If you’re enjoying the angst, don’t worry, more is coming.

WHAT IF IM HERE TO BEG FOR MORE OF BOTH!!!! WHAT IF!!!!!!!!!!

[capthawkeyepierce]

when buck said 'can we talk?' and then tommy responded with 'sure. we have time' he really did think that he had time with buck and not just time before their movie, he really thought that he didn't need to worry about running out of time with buck. tommy didn't think things would end with then that night, he didn't think he would need to break it off with buck, he didn't think that his time with buck had ended

tommy thought that they had time

[dragonsareawesome123]

Can we talk about how crazy this is? Ralsei didn't even tell Tenna that the prophecy says he's going to be cleaved by the Knight yet here they are directly telling Flowery that the Knight is going to kill him.

[minalots]

Daemon just makes me kinda sad if I actually sit down and think about them for longer than a minute. Like imagine knowing that you’re essentially not supposed to be present in the world you’re in and that the only reason why you even exist is because of an error — a mistake of sorts left by the developers.

You’re also practically alone in the sense that you are completely aware of the fake world around you. You understand that you’re in a sort of simulation that is run by code and that everyone else is just a bunch of pngs and thoughts put into words, all programmed to respond to whatever choices the player makes. But you also understand you’re also tied to that same programming even if you have the ability to go beyond the walls of the home you’ve been confined to. You feel free and trapped all at the same time. It’s a contradiction you’re familiar with all too well by your own nature. It’s frustrating. It’s laughable. But you’ve been dealt this hand and you just accept it.

And because of this programming, you’re aware that you will eventually run out of anything left to give — anything left to let the outsider know that you even existed in this space. You’re scared of how short your “intended purpose” was, even tried to prolong it under the guise of being annoying and scary, but it’s all in vain. You know what’s coming.

It’s so painfully mundane, and you can only hope that the player thinks of you beyond these texts and images.