#but eyyyyyy

[revenantghost]

The Twangyhop playlist is on Youtube!

It's stilI on Spotify too, of course! I just really wanted to expand it to have a longer soundtrack for manga bookclub reading (since I desperately want to catch up this week), and it's been great for working, chilling, reading fanfic, etc., so I slapped it on a platform with possibly less ads for folks.

(And if you need to waste time, boy do I have too many Trigun playlists if you want to check those out)

[columboscreens]

[saltpepperbeard]

good morning this change to my lock screen punched me in the stomach harder than i was anticipating AKDKWK

[clowncat-25]

(Let's pretend that Fal is talking in the same lenguage that Bailey)

"Hi there, pon! It's a pleasure to meet other participants, pon! How has been your experience in the Tournament so far, pon?

Also, would you like one, pon?"

*Fal offered a box full of bite-sized sweets

(perhaps he will appear often since he is curious for know more of Bailey!)

*nervous puff noises*

@kirbyoctournament

[sorivii]

Decided to draw myself for once?!????✨💞 I have energyyyyy todayyyyyyy wooooooohhhhooooo

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 25 / 31 * THE HONEYMOONERS 」

[Date Unknown] 1985A Timeline

Five…six…seven…

Thunder booms, rattling Heaven and Earth with its might. Count the seconds between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder and it'll tell you how far away the storm is.

Two miles, maybe.

It feels like it's right on top of them.

The ground shakes beneath them, rattling her bones so hard she can feel it in her teeth, and rather than run for cover, she turns to George sitting on the grass beside her, pressed up against a rock, and nestles closer.

“It feels like every time we try and do something, there’s a terrible storm.” Lorraine smiles, but it never reaches her eyes. “Our first dance, our honeymoon—don’t you remember?”

Sighing, Lorraine closes her eyes, losing herself to the grainy film reel of memory rolling behind her eyes. Even soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging awkwardly to him, George was a vision—a dream—and his almost pathetic wet puppy-dog expression made her heart soar. “By the time we got to the hotel, we were soaked. You nearly walked into the door; you couldn’t see anything with your hair in your eyes like that! I had to keep brushing your bangs out of your eyes while you carried our bags.”

George smiles, indulging the trip down memory lane with a gentle squeeze to her hand. He’s cold again, Lorraine thinks distantly—he’s been terribly cold lately, as if the sun has refused to touch him, angry with him for some perceived slight against it—but that doesn’t bother her.

She’ll keep warm enough for both of them. Light that fire in her chest and her stomach and stoke it until he leaches every ounce of warmth through her fingers for himself and his cheeks glow with it.

It’s all for him, anyway.

“That was one of the happiest nights of my life. I can’t believe you thought you ruined it just because of a storm. ‘We must be cursed, Lorraine,’ you told me, and I thought that was one of the most ridiculous things I'd ever heard. Even more ridiculous than when you told me about Darth Vader.”

“But that—”

“Really happened, I know. I believed you.”

“Eventually.”

“Eventually.” Lorraine chokes on the laugh she tries to force out. The first drops of rain pelt her cheeks and she uses her free hand to furiously wipe them away, ignoring the stinging sensation on her skin.

“We should go inside—the storm’s coming. You’ll get soaked.”

Lorraine shakes her head furiously, squeezing George’s hand so tight her nails bite deep into her palms, drawing blood. The wind sighs as it whips her messy hair around her head, knowing there is no changing her mind.

“I don’t care about the rain. I like sitting out here with you. It’ll be just like all the other times, won’t it, George?”

Just like all the other times.

Just like last time.

A second wave of burning rain bites at her cheeks and George lets go of her hand to gently drag his thumb across her cheek. Lorraine chokes back another sob, her shoulders trembling with the effort it takes to keep herself composed.

Her cheeks are still burning. The earth smells like petrichor.

The next crack of thunder shatters her composure, leaving her ears ringing. Lorraine’s shaky fingers fumble at her pocket as she curls her fingers around the crystal clear flame protected within, sloshing around in its container.

George never did get wet when it rained.

[theameliaproject-outofcontext]

INTERVIEWER

What can I do for you Alvina?

ALVINA

Oh, I just wanted to ask why there's a man and a woman in our waiting room hitting each other with sofa cushions.

INTERVIEWER

As long as it's just cushions.

[non-euclidian-nightmare]

welp may or may not be working on another project in which photoshop and i fight—

[suusoh]

I do think the first time you and Johann have sex, he tries his absolute hardest to not look at you.

You're panting out from underneath him and you just look so good. So unbelievably good —writhing in pleasure, mouth parted to spill out soft moans, a slight sheen of sweat on your bare skin— it's more than he's ever imagined. Better than late nights spent on his bed shamelessly touching himself to thoughts of you.

and he just... he just can't. he can't. he needs to close his eyes or bury himself by your neck out of pure sheer will because he knows the second his eyes land on you again, and god forbid, you make eye contact with him? he's going to finish right then and there.

[revenantghost]

When Tristamp was coming out, there were two (2) scenes in particular that people got upset about for mainly shipping reasons, but, honestly? After having seen the whole thing and having thought about it for awhile, I think both are perfect for this iteration of Trigun and the narrative foils that Wolfwood and Meryl play against Vash. In no particular order:

Meryl Awakening Vash

I���ve already gone off about how closely Meryl and Rem are tied together, so I won’t retread old ground, but it’s so, so, so pivotal that Meryl believes in Vash unlike anyone has since Rem. And not in a motherly sort of way, either. (I think Rem would have a heart attack with the trouble these two get into lol.) That was important for Vash in its time, but now? Now Meryl is everything that Vash is fighting for in humanity. She sees the good in him, sees something worth fighting for, sees something worth loving. And the love in Trigun is just so integral to everything and everyone. It defies explanation sometimes, and that’s really beautiful to me.

As absolutely hilarious as it would have been for Wolfwood to have come in gun (singular in this iteration lmao) blazing to help Meryl break Vash out, he’s not at that point yet. It wouldn’t have made narrative sense, it would’ve broken the scene. It’s Meryl who has that hopeless, senseless faith in Vash, in the good that humanity could be. She still believes in justice, even after having gone through hell since meeting Vash. She’s seen ugly, undesirable parts of him that no one’s seen in years and she chooses to stay. She is the faith in humanity and the love for Vash that Rem had. She’s the reminder of what he’s still fighting for.

The Scar Reveal

As you can tell from above, I love Meryl in this story, and I honestly think we’ll probably see hers and Milly’s reaction to Vash’s scars at a later date. But for this first reveal to us, and especially for Tristamp in particular, it makes perfect sense for Wolfwood to see these scars and still, somehow, be horrified. This man has been tortured in ways unimaginable since he was a child. He’s had to turn off his humanity for years. He’s been broken and battered by monstrocities we can’t imagine. And yet he’s still horrified.

He probably wouldn’t have been at the start of the season. (See: Eriks barking like a dog very early in their relationship in the other versions, at VERY different emotional points.) So for Wolfwood to have been changed enough by Vash and for him to care enough about Vash to be horrified for him, to want better out of humanity for him? Despite the fact that he’s about to toss him to his ruthless brother because he can’t afford to care for Vash and the orphanage? It was really critical in setting up his own decision for episode twelve, coming back for Meryl and choosing Vash over Knives in his own way. Wolfwood’s been crumbling for awhile, but this is such a huge crack.

TL;DR: It’s about love and faith in humanity and justice, and so much more. I’m so happy that we got to see these characters shine in different ways, and in significant ways that we haven’t seen before. And don’t get me wrong! There are valid criticisms about many parts of Tristamp, but I ain’t having none for shipping wank lol

[strebcr]

It's midnight It's official my birthday :^) 🎂✨️

[penofwildfire]

~don't wake up or else you'll find a spider in your mouth~

[endermen-impasta]

(( I have a comic issue planned out rn, It's gonna be a while to finish but hold on guys. Sorry for the slow content, tbh my tiktok page has it worse but I swear I'm working hard rn. Also, if you don't recognize the turtle by Leo, it's a new Bumble version -- which is an OC from @th3inb3tw33n. I hope y'all enjoy the update coming soon. ))

[hey-imma-fangirl]

Idk, I saw your last post and it made me want to draw Gabriel xD

Awwwwe thank you ^^ I love the way you draw them 💜💜💜

They’re such a crazy bastard lmao

[ixoren]

six of crows 1930s AU; the only type of closeness you can handle is lighting her cigarette

[rebrandedbard]

Lit up on a tuesdaaaaaaay on discount pre-made strawberry margaritas with my dad, buying merch like crazy because I never spend moneeeeey! It has been a LONG day. I've earned this.