No Bc The Diverse Philosophies And Underlying Meanings The Show Uses (in Stuff Like Color Theory) Is

No bc the diverse philosophies and underlying meanings the show uses (in stuff like color theory) is amazing to me

Trigun fucking destroys me, okay.

It's about persisting through the most horrific obstacles imaginable, and never losing hope for yourself and others. It's about the fruit your efforts bear, but it doesn't ignore the ugliness of the suffering you endure. It doesn't sweep it under the rug to give you a happy ending.

As a jaded millennial, I get a bit tired of stories where everything turns out fine because the heroes tried hard. Most stories gloss over the repercussions of failure. They tell us it's all simply a means to an end, and that end is what matters. Overcoming your obstacle matters. Winning matters.

Trigun doesn't do this.

Vash gets hurt (gross understatement). He's ostracized, bullied, threatened, haunted, forced to see the darkest underbelly of humanity. He's subjected to the worst parts of life that are grotesquely ruthless, unforgiving, hopeless. He's forced to reconcile a lot of his goals (like never killing anyone), but not the core of his beliefs.

Not once does he falter in his trust that people are capable of good, that we all deserve that chance to be. He never has a revelation that shakes his faith in humanity, despite constantly being given every reason to. He's the irritatingly optimistic anime protagonist who looks at impossible odds and says "everything will be alright", the way no one can in real life because it never works out that way for us.

And it doesn't for him, either.

Vash does his best, believes in himself, and fails. over and over and over again. He loses everything--loved ones, memories, autonomy. He loses constantly. He's your unrealistically positive hero, being dealt realistically unfavorable hands.

And still, he persists. He never truly wins. Because we never truly win. Life has no happy ending like a story does.

He never truly wins, and yet, he can still find happiness. He meets friends, enjoys good food, watches people love fiercely in both blessing and hardship. He hits unbelievable lows that don't keep him from finding highs. Because he never stops trying to be the best of what he sees in humanity. Because every little bit counts. He never stops believing in humans--believing in you.

Trigun grabs you by the face and stares directly at you. It says "I see you, I see your pain, how much you struggle. I see how sometimes no matter how hard you try, things don't work out. Life isn't a fairy tale. I see how your kindness can come back to hurt you, hurt others. I see you, and I'm proud of you. Life is worth living with love in your heart not because we win, but because we try. We all try. Never stop trying to be kind."

Trigun shows you the cruel reality of life, and leaves you feeling good about it.

I don't know a single piece of media that's able to do that.

“I wish we had more complicated characters in book!”

YALL COULDN’T EVEN HANDLE HER‼️

I recently played Baxter’s DLC and I was looking up playlists for him on Spotify for funsies and when I saw Panic! At the Disco in the list of songs, i actually got shivers at the realization that Baxter and P!ATD are perfect for each other.

I can’t begin to explain how well they fit together, it just makes my tiny brain so happy??

THIS IS SO CUTE CJDJDJD

it’s also good to know that i’m not the only one who headcannons him to be absolutely fucking clingy

I’m curious (for… research purposes. No reason). What are some Wolfwood relationship HC’s you have?

Bro, I could go on for hours about this bitch in a relationship!

Even after you get together, Wolfwood's using corny pick-up lines on you

Wolfwood loves to cuddle, practically wrapping around you like a koala

Wolfwood's always kissing you, whether it's your cheek, lips, neck, shoulders, hands, etc.

Wolfwood makes grabby hands and little needy noises when he wants to cuddle with you

Wolfwood texts you whenever something reminds him of you with an accompanying picture

Wolfwood swears up, down, left, and sideways that he sleeps better when you're in bed with him

Wolfwood gives some of the most thoughtful gifts, like, he'll get you something you mentioned in passing to a friend while he was around

Wolfwood loves when you wear his stuff whether it's his sunglasses, his shirts, etc. It doesn't matter; he loves it.

Wolfwood keeps an extra bottle of your perfume/cologne just so he can keep the scent of you with him, even when yo have to be apart for extended periods of time

Wolfwood loves when you get started in on your interests, sometimes even purposefully bringing them up just so he can see your face light up in excitement

Wolfwood can cook pretty well, and he loves cooking with you. He'll generally end up behind you, arms either wrapped around your waist or hand on your hips as you're cooking on the stovetop.

Wolfwood will screw on jar lids and put things out of your reach when you're upset with him, just so he can take care of opening them or getting things down for you. He'll deny it every time, but he also loves watching you scramble up onto the counters as well when you're extra pissed and don't want to ask for help.

The Color Blue

I hate the color blue.

It reminds me of my father’s eyes;

a light shade of blue, that look and feel like ice.

They stretch wide and unblinking when he’s mad

wild- like a rabid animal.

He’s always mad.

I love the color blue.

“You look good in blue, honey.” Coos my father.

He has a wide smile, his white teeth glimmering with pride

and the corners of his eyes crinkling.

His compliments are rare, so his praise makes me warm inside;

a sharp contrast to how i feel when i am subjected to his freezing stare.

I wish he could look at me all the time

with those wonderful crinkles by his eyes.

It’s much better than drowning in a fury I can’t seem to escape.

I wish he was happy.

I wish I was happy

with him.

My Mom

You are my Red.

the passion that keeps me going,

the anger that taught me to forgive.

You are my Orange.

the one who gets me out of bed when i can’t do it myself,

the light at the end of my tunnel vision.

You are my Yellow.

the warm breakfast on a Saturday morning,

the laughter that spews from my mouth when we gossip in the car.

You are my Green.

the success i strive to become,

the one who takes care of me when i get sick.

You are my Blue.

the trust in deep talks,

the trust that when you say I look good in this shirt, you really mean it.

You are my Purple.

the way you say i have so much talent,

the one who calms me after a nightmare.

You are my Pink.

the soreness in my cheeks when i smile endlessly,

the tightness in my chest when my heart spills over with love.

You are my White.

the hope that i can be loved,

the beauty who looks good in everything and anything.

You are my Gray.

the tranquility of sitting together in the living room on a rainy day,

the maturity i learned from to admit when i’m wrong.

You are my Black.

my tether to the Earth when I float off,

my rock when things get too much.

You are my Brown.

the reliability in your advice,

the one that helps me grow.

You are my Everything,

the one i love so intensely,

i had to put it in a poem.

I love you, Mom.

a/n: i wanted to color code each word but apparently Tumblr doesn’t wanna have yellow, gray, black, or brown, so just pretend that they’re colored 🤷🏻‍♀️