Happy birthday Ivy, you’re the ugliest of all. You are the worst and most perverse to roam Cecilia’s hallowed halls! Your mother was a hooker and your father was a dick. He poked her in the toaster and the pair produced a pig, whose brain is awfully tiny and whose ass is awfully big! Happy birthday, bitch!
driving. Singing loudly and having good time. Makes a lot of self deprecating jokes while she sings. Holds Ivy's hand whenever she has to merge lanes.
shotgun. Made the road trip playlist, they're driving in her car. The playlist is a lot of showtunes, lot of 80s music and classic rock, lot of Hayley Kiyoko and Mary Lambert. She's also singing and harmonizing with Nadia (they do a wicked cover of The Dark I Know Well).
backseat, middle row. He sings along with the playlist until he falls asleep on Jason's shoulder.
Backseat, right row. Rolls his eyes at the music, but sings along anyway (quietly, so he doesn't wake Peter) and is the stereotypical kid who asks "Are we there yet?" every five minutes.
Staring out the window with earbuds in. Doesn't really register what's there. Is sick of the music, but stays happy anyway. Is texting Lucas the whole time.
EDIT: Fixed the colors. I forgot to add some sort of hue to it the day I finished.
i drew this, because as i said, not feeling great at all, very bitter, actually (my usual level of bitter is 100. since monday, it’s reached 1,000,000,000 and is increasing). so bitter scene here.
i’m pretty sure this is anatomically impossible again (proud of the hands somehow though), but hey—after a long time, i’m back to digital art. so here, have an ivy robinson—bare is such an underrated musical. for goodness sake, just watch it!