#dehydrated as fuck

[goldenrambling]

Drinking something helps a lot with feeling bad ill say

#dehydrated as fuck

[starheirxero]

Laes really does not stop breaking our hearts, eh?

Earth's words especially struck a cord of me.

Eclipse feels like he's never been in control, because he wasn't. He was abandoned by old Moon. In both their heads, he was the problem.

Every single day he had to watch through Sun's eyes, as another him got to live the life he wanted. And even that wasn't enough for old Moon, considering the star exists.

And once it all got too much, he decided to take control, and even then he felt rejected.

He made himself his own brother, but never actually got close to him, because he was afraid of being abandoned again. And he was, but this time, the problem was himself.

The only time he really had control was, when he got that damn star, and even then, he couldn't do anything.

He didn't know what he wanted anymore, this grand dream suddenly didn't feel worth it anymore…

And even now he's not in control! He thought, he could at least rest in death, but not even that is given to him!

My damn heart can't take this…

-Stardust

RIGHT??? RIGHTTTTTT?????? 😭😭😭

ECLIPSE HAS LITERALLY NEVER BEEN IN CONTROL AND IT KILLS MEEEEE.....

From body to body, losing person after person, and now being brought back every time he dies??? It's so insanely sad to me that, even during his most "in control" moments, he isn't really. Like you said, with the star he ended up not knowing what he wanted to do anymore and it started to gnaw at him from the inside out!! During the october takeover, even though he had Lunar under his thumb, the bodies they had weren't theirs!! It's so fucked up!!!!

I wish Eclipse wasn't so terribly emotionally constipated bc holy shit I would have adored to have that touched on more. Even through all his walls and masks and edge, he told Earth that waking up outside his own body was "horrifying" and that just gutted me. And what gutted me even more is that when Earth sympathized with him he just totally backpedaled!!!

He was almost, like, embarrassed at having said anything even remotely honest! Like he opened up the tiniest bit and it wasn't handled in a way he liked so he immediately shut it back down.

He drives me up the WALLS I love him so much. He's like the trauma and issues georg of the show 2 me </3

#asks #anon #stardust anon #don't even get me STARTEDDD ON THE LAST MOMENT OF THE EPISODE GOD THAT WAS SO FUCKED UP (ENJOYING IT) #eclipse could have heard a proper apology for the first time in his life but he was so eager to get away from moon that he missed it :((( #FUCKED UP MAN. TLAES IS OUT HERE WANTING US DEHYDRATED FROM HOW OFTEN THEY'RE GUNNA MAKE US CRY ISTG /SILLY #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #tsams #sams eclipse #tsams eclipse #eclipse

[sweetpeapoppy]

Papi 🥵

#GOD FUCKING DAMN #I am dehydrated #papi stepping up his GAME #someone is feeling themselves #somewhere Mark is fanning himself #fernando alonso

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

The sadistic yakuza patriarch voiced by Takehito Koyasu is canonically a freakazoid who killed his boss because he was obsessed with his wife. All I can say is HELLOOOOOOOO~

#just fuck my shit up desho #.like a dragon #.yakuza #send me all your thots i am so dehydrated #.yamai #like a dragon infinite wealth spoilers #yakuza 8 spoilers

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Singapore Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso

#my eyes are just lazer focused on where his race suit is unzipped 🫠 he looks sooooo good in these #i wish theyd bring back this style of post race presser bcs my god imy heart skips a beat every time drivers make eye contact w the camera #i think the last race i watched where nando was on the podium was literally fucking canada 23 #so i am very very please and happy and delighted to see him finally again #BUT I AM SHRIEKING AT THE FACT THAT HE DEDICATED HIS PODIUM TO FLAVIO AT HOME #FLAVIO WHO IS AT HOME BECAUSE HE WAS LITERALLY JUST PERMANENTLY BANNED FROM F1 #AND HE DOES THIS PRACTICALLY ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF CRASHGATE WHICH WAS JUST PENALIZED A WK AGOO #NANNDDOOOOOOO WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS???? MENACE BEHAVIOR!!!!!!!! WAR CRIMINAL!!!!!!! #not included here but he was late to the cooldown room even tho he was the first one to get to parc ferme #and i realized its because he went to get a coke hahaha #i guess thats his drink of choice when dehydrated bcs thats what he was drinking at malaysia 2005 when it was also humid/hot #also i prefer the blue/yellow renault livery obv but i think the yellow/orange one is underrated #renaults liveries and color palletes from this era imo are just very clean and nice looking and work very well together #fernando alonso #fa14 #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 singapore gp

[rad-roche]

You are SO correct it's not even a dare, older men in 1965 movies DO look hotter (and dare I say, more humanly aged)!

right!! the scene i always think of when this stuff comes up is the bookstore scene in big sleep

i could go on and on, there's interesting history here, but i'll keep this pretty brief: this was the titillating scene in a movie full of them. older guys in movies, when they're being played for sex appeal, don't really get to look like this any more!

#text post #ties into 'everyone is beautiful no one is horny' #please stop dehydrating your muscular hunks... please... it's really not good for them.... #in a time period where you couldn't imply fucking one movie said we're going to show you the horniest shit you've ever seen #i have to rewatch the big sleep. it's a total mess

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Man, sometimes living alone with ADHD really do be like:

Me: Huh, I wonder why I'm so shaky and tired and seeing spots everywhere

Also me: *hasn't eaten food in two days, hasn't had water in just as long, has been hunched over current hyper fixation for hours without moving, hasn't seen sunlight in days*

Me: .... Just one of life's great mysteries I suppose

#ayo can i replace my sensors or something?? jfc i would love a check engine light pls and thx #i know its crazy but imagine if your body had a way of telling you that it needed water or food? like how wild would that be #huh? whats that? thirst? hunger? whos that? i don't know them #i LIKE food. i LIKE being hydrated. I LIKE being healthy. itd be super fucking cool if my brain actually worked and. y'know. told me shit #like when im about to die of dehydrated. itd be super fucking cool if it could do that #aaaaaaugggh #don't mind the rant. im cool. im fine. im just frustrated that my body refuses to cooperate with me and im shitty at knowing my tells #personal rant #adhd

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

#i am once again devastated that u cant erase marker #its too god damn muddy to tell whats happening. not enough contrast. oh well #at least its done. this has been hanging over my head for months #senju hashirama #naruto #the cosmic horror of hashirama #tbh i like the sketch better. i drew it better in god damn pen. thats bullshit 😭 #oh god. this took like fucking 20hrs im giving myself a dehydration headache #this was not a good use of my time and focus #i meant 10hrs not 20hrs lol #tw body horror

[mcroutfits]

surfing into mcrtiktok finding the most unsalted n bland mcr content in fandom history ever I think we at least do that thirsting shit with style yknow, we have a long carreer path with majors, PhDs and shit like that to say #if i had to speak. my god #thot

the edits are great (some, with real tumblr gif sets feeling/magic) but if something seems cool or funny you probably seen it on tumblr. yeah girl I've seen 2007 gerard photos like 9282919 times by now over the course of 4-5 years OF COURSE HE HAS GRAY HAIR AND WRINKLES NOW and you thrist traping over cancer or fucking desert song isn't very appealing tbh

would you reject modernity to embrace tradition?

#reblog to add or subtract ideas #choose to be nice or mean whatever maybe im just dehydrated #mcr #my chemical romance #mcr tumblr #my chemical fucking romance #pro tumblr #mcrblr #tiktok #rant post #personal rant #rant

[dailykugisaki]

Day ninety-five | id in alt

Long time no Nanami💥

#dailykugisaki #jjk #kugisaki nobara #nanami kento #i hate his fuckass tie but like anything for the cool man who cares bad #she likes the fit nanami has but she glares at the tie he has sometimes but it eventually grows onto her like a fucking parasite #also idk how yall sukuna likers do it idk how yall like this man because its so hard for me not to roll my eyes at anything he does #trust me im not biased i roll my eyes at Gojo and co too #i just idk. i feel like ive gone through somebody with a personality like sukunas before and i just want to push him into a black hole #buckets aggression is showing #anyway back to Kugisaki! #she exaggerates the image of nanami a lot but i feel like she'd respect the guy y'know #thats a whole apt teacher dawg #also Nobaras drink...she does like popular shit but i feel like her actual tastes lay with more like refreshing stuff if that makes sense #maybe it could be a little sour #idk she doesn't seem like the weirdo that drinks horrible sweet shit but she would put like an energy drink in that shit #she woll die before she's dehydrated and from experience #sweets dehydrate a bitch #hitting nanami with the melanin beam #i fucking giggled while writing the image description im fucking done for‼️ #Kugisaki would fucking preen at praise from nanami because in her head nanami is probably a massive hardass #yes i like drawing hands

[sunhated-a]

[ last sketches for the night. ]

#mun art #i think that i'm getting a grasp of how i want to draw him. #fuck it we slay ( heavy eyebags. dehydrated. on the verge of insanity ) #muzan kibutsuji

[jheselbraum]

Much like how the majority of people who wanted totk Zelda to stay a dragon at the end actually wanted Zelda to be a big tiddy dragon girl, I feel like what a lot of people who say they wanted a more complex Ganondorf for totk actually just want a Ganondorf that's a tumblr sexyman, and are too racist to realize that he already is one

#THIS IS ABOUT THE FANDOM IN GENERAL THIS IS NOT ABOUT THE TOTK GANONDORF POSTS IVE BEEN REBLOGGING LATELY #those guys are cool don't get it twisted #that post from earlier just had me thinking about that pre totk release fancomic #about link and zelda reviving dehydrated Ganondorf and walking around under the castle together #and Ganondorf is just like ''oh hello my good friends link and zelda'' and is super nice #and also fucking white #and also how fanartists and fic writers are #fucking quick to write Ganondorf as a rapist and add orientalism to his design and in general #characterize him as a mindless brute even when theyre trying to write the Ganondorf they say they want #when Ganondorf is a dracula style manipulator #i joke about how while zelda is playing chess gan and link are playing dnd #but the reality is that zelda and Ganondorf START OUT playing chrss and then link winds up #distracting Ganondorf with dnd which gives zelda time to eat all the chess pieces #which is what I assume is the goal of chess

[nametakensff]

Cannot stop sneezing today and it feels sooo good. Mostly rapid-fire triples that tickle intensely when they build. It's a welcome change from the stubborn stuck sneezes that left me taking matters into my own hands yesterday 😮‍💨

#by that i mean fucking snarling and shoving a hair pin up my nose and getting the tickle out myself #idk if anyone else can relate but if I overheat at night i'm extra sneezy the next day #it either has something to do with dry air or dehydration increasing histamine production #nttalks

[sentientsky]

"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said.  It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore. 

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale.  Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star.  Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???) #take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

[lale-txt]

when i was a kid, i used to play so much Pokémon that i would hear the battle music when trying to fall asleep and had to double check if i had REALLY turned my gameboy off (it was always off)

i'm experiencing the same phenomenon but with Zelda BOTW now asdfhgjk

#is this the overly anxious brain feeling it's getting attacked when letting its guard down........ #things i need to ask my therapist #i'm finally getting to the mainstory after fucking around and doing anything but that for 100+ hours #in my game not in therapy LOL #maybe for winter break i can get TOTK and see dehydrated Ganondorf with my own lusty eyes... #lale.txt

[tomboyyyaoi]

FUCKING

VAMERY NATION HOW ARE WE FUCKING DOING

STRYFEWOOD NATION I HOPE UR ALL ALIVE AND WELL TOO

wolfwood's "he's way out of your league" comment THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

speaking of: NO THE GIRLS ARE ACTUALLY FIGHTING THAT SCENE RULED

VASHS HAIR THE BLACK JACKET OUUUUUFUCKFUCKFUCK

nai willfully burning himself alive to try and get vashs fucking. Evil Rubiks Cube or whatever was so RAW we getting the rebirthing scene in s2??????

"when everything calms down ill settle by their side again" "im vash the stampede" BYE IM MICROWAVING MYSELF

ANGEL ARM ANGEL ARM WE GOT 2/3 GUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vash humming his little song... "it comes to me." and he does it for comfort.... ouh my god.

ZAZIE ACTUALLY FREAKING OUT A BIT LOL I LOVE THEM

well shit man ig that guy from ep1 (chuck lee?) is fucking dead rip bozo

vash and knives' relationship will be the fucking death of me im going to die

i fucking need s2 immediately i want it so bad its literally so fuckin happening we won we fucking won

oh my GOD the timeskip. meryl serving mini butch realness. MILLY. ERIKS. THE INSURANCE SOCIETY. LINA.

meryl regularly visiting july.... the picture she left there..... holy fucking shit im gnna kms...

HER PRACTICING CALLING MILLY NEWBIE.... OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDD IM WAILING

vash wincing when lina calls him eriks.... idk im thinkin he remembers more than hes letting on maybe oughh idk idk idkidkidk

also him playing the key on the piano.... like hes so close to remembering. he knows its familiar but he doesnt remember. s2 gnna kill me

oh my god also the "thank you meryl. i heard your voice too." at the beginning of the ep. vamery nation how are we fucking feeling im going to start gnawing shit

CHRONICA POST CREDITS...

GUYS I CANR STRESS ENOUGH.... CHRONICA POST CREDITS WE HEAR HER FUCKING VOICE THE GUY CALLS HER CHRONICA WERE GETTING CHRONICA..... IM GOING TO BLOW UP

oh my god oh my fucking god i literally need s2 in my hands rn theyve confirmed it theyve fucking confirmed s2 we are getting it its happening im gnna fucking die

WE MAY NOT HAVE A TIMEFRAME. IT MAY BE MONTHS IT MAY BE A COUPLE YEARS. BUT S2 IS HAPPENING. GODSPEED EVERYPONY. UNTIL THEN. I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL.

#FUCKING HELLLLLLLLLLLL #time to watch the ep one billion times and cry #crying til im dehydrated #trigun #trigun spoilers #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers