#kendallroy

[chethanxasmr]

Almost 5 am..the spirit of tumblr user kendallroy called to me..opening this account for the first time in years..where did she come from..flung out of space..where did she go..

[dizrez]

Succession

2018-2023

[girlyheimer]

remembered

I have some of his, uh, words, my... my sister's and my brothers', but, um... Yeah, I... I don't know... how much I know. But... I knew my father. You know, I've said it. I've said it. And it is true, what I said, what my uncle said. Yeah, my father was, um... a brute. He was. He was tough. But, also, he built... and he acted. And there are many people out there who will always tell you no. And there are a thousand reasons, I mean, there always are a thousand reasons not to... to not act. But he was never one of those. He had a, uh... You know, he had a vitality, a force... that could hurt... and it did. But my God, the sheer, the... the...I mean, look at it. The lives, and the livings, and the things that he made. And the money. Yeah, the money. The lifeblood, the oxygen of this... this... this wonderful civilization that we have built from the mud. The money, the corpuscles of life gushing around this nation, this world, filling men and women all around with... with desire. Quickening the ambition to own, and make, and trade, and profit, and build and improve. I mean, great geysers of life he willed. Of buildings he made stand. Of ships, steel hulls. Amusements, newspapers, shows, and films, and life. Bloody, complicated life. He made life happen. He made me and my three siblings. Sorry. And, uh, and yes, he had a terrible force to him. And a fierce ambition that could push you to the side. But... But it was only that... that human thing. The will to be, and to be seen, and to do. And now people might want to tend and prune the memory of him to denigrate that force. That magnificent, awful force of him, but my God, I hope it's in me. Because if we can't match his vim, then God knows the future will be sluggish and gray. And there wasn't a room, from the grandest state room where his advice was sought to the lowest house where his news played, where he couldn't walk and wasn't comfortable. He was comfortable with this world. And he knew it. He knew it and he liked it. And I say amen to that.

[dreamsong-29]

[mrsrockstone]

Epic shots - Succession

[bleggmoe-blog]

I need more Roman Roy fanfics 😭

[ghostwav64]

Hey, uh yea sorry, I'm late boss, I uhh just found out that in Gran Tursmio 2 on the Playstation 1 you could drive a dodge stratus, and now I'm nostalgic and sad for my dodge stratus, so then I had to download a rom so I could drive my old car again. - in Kendall Roy voice.

[girlyheimer]

i just spend so much time thinking about how sickening succession is as a body of work. beginning a tv show and it instantly giving you bags and bags worth of sympathy for a character who you have known for 20 minutes when you are pulled into his strong and developing turmoil— the distraught, child-like look in his eyes when his father rips away years upon years of work and yells at him and tells him that he is simply not good enough is enough to somehow transport you into that characters shoes. the absurd situation and the sudden moment in time where succession begins— and yet, you are watching a man in a hurricane and feeling as if you have walked through the entire storm with your hands intertwined. kendall roy, i didn’t see your childhood but i know how it felt. i know how you were manipulated by your father into a delusion where you believed you could never achieve anything else but this job. i know how he promised the crown to you in the candy kitchen when you were seven. i know that you feel like you are a cog built to fit only one machine— and maybe you are, you inherited your fathers force and maliciousness and you were fundamentally a vessel built to keep logan’s persona present on earth after his death. and you cant escape that. you can’t escape, even when your friends are offering to buy you out of the company, even when you are finally standing up to your father, even when he dies. the spirit of a perpetual longing to hone as much power as possible leaves your dad’s dead body and enters yours. the drive to change is traded out with a true horror. a terrifying determination to win, a force you’ve never unlocked which will be the ticket to your downfall; an anger that sounds just like your fathers, a presence which always lurked in your childhood home when you’d make a mistake. an urge to lie, an instinct to gaslight—what was the point of resenting him to just become him? you didnt always have that in you, there was a kendall who you’ll think about as the sun sets on a cold day in battery park who would stand up to his father over a dinner table in italy and tell him to his face that he is evil in a desperation to change. you’ll wake up with a headache, gifted to you with the realisation that your dad may have died last week but to you he has been dead since you were a child. he has been a spirit floating around your house and nothing more for a very long time; but the knowing that the shell all of his evil was a resident in is gone now— and the anticipation of “will i get this job?” the thing that has been what your entire life has orbited around, the thing which has been in reach since before you even fully developed— the consciousness of this will fill you with a deep sadness you will never recover from