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“It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers it anyway. “Almost forty years.”

How old are we??

HAHAHAHAH I've had a few people ask that question now!

This is a bit spoilery, so I'll leave it as a "read more" for you to decide if you want to know

The Reader I have for this story is immortal/long-living like Vash. I headcannon her as being in her mid-to-late-twenties look-wise, so still "around" the same physical age as Vash himself.

Regarding Reader's actual age...🤷‍♀️ she was "turned" immortal when she was 15, had some things happen to her (which I will expound upon in later chapters), and is now "stuck" at her current 20s age. Both Vash and Reader are fully adults, just to be clear, ha ha.

I've tried to drop hints throughout the chapters about all of this, but I think I've just been too subtle. Live and learn, I guess.

I've also been trying to not impose too many of my own character's background on the Reader, since I want everyone to be able to fit their own Reader into the mold and have fun. But, a background is acceptable in x Reader-verse, so I'll try to open that up more.

Hope this helps!

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this kind of censorship is scary.

i went through library school. you know what they hammered into me for my master's? it wasn't that books are good, or that you should offer as many classes as you can to all demographics (though that was certainly part of it)

it was that free speech is everything for our country.

censorship is the killer of ideas. of freedom. people should have the right to choose for themselves what they believe or don't believe. it's what our country was founded on. it's what modern librarianship strives for - to provide all avenues of knowledge, no matter how "bad" or "unpopular" the idea may be. they offer "Mein Kampf" in the library for goodness' sakes!

and congress is trying to take that from us.

this is Fahrenheit 451 at the start. This is what leads to the dystopian novels we've been reading about for decades now. this is why it's important to keep up with these social media issues and what congress deems "worthy" of their time and energy - and question why.

i've already taken steps to get rid of all META-owned apps from my devices and am going physical-copies for recipes, electric books, etc. i want to hit them where it hurts - their wallets.

go to the library. start writing things down that are important to you. try to limit your consumerism where you can. we need to take back our rights and freedoms that they've been so hellbent on taking from us.

There seems to be a general malaise on most of Tumblr about TikTok getting banned in the United States.

I understand the problems, "brain rot", whatever but- A government banning a social media app that opened the world for many people is legitimately scary and upsetting. Say what you want but, there are MANY global and local issues that would not have gotten the same traction, recognition, and outreach without TikTok.

And then add to this that Meta/Facebook was one the largest lobbyists working to get TikTok banned... Like- I think folks should be more concerned about the implications of what this means, especially since the ban goes into effect the day before inauguration.

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tiktok users: you killed my sheep......

congress: *well at least it wasn't their favorite she-*

tiktok users: MY FAVORITE SHEEP.....

congress:

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pov: you are the main character running a cute cafe in paris, and you spend your evenings reading to your pet bird.

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girls belong in nature paintings

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pov you're Rem Saverem shitposting about your newborn alien sons

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₊✩‧₊ ⎯ feelings left unspoken 『 ♡ bakugo x reader 』

Falling in love with Katsuki is something out of this world, thrilling and comfortable. The intricacies of his soul come undone and rewound for the right person and form an unbreakable connection.

content // fluff fluff fluff. just how katsuki acts in love. words // 0.7k note // part of @seiwas one year anniversary collab! 『 k.bakugo masterlist ⊹ crossposted to ao3』

Deconstructing Katsuki Bakugo to his core was not something you envisioned happening in your lifetime, nor did you ever think you would be the one responsible. Everyone assumes that he is unable to be tamed, that raging fire on constant display impossible to smother, a knot tied so tightly that it could never be unwoven. Intimidating as it may have been, being in Bakugo's orbit was enough to let you know how he operates on a surface level. Brash, guarded, but more than anything, passionate. His determination and drive surrounded him like an aura, a prismatic ray of light that was impossible to look away from whenever he was near. It inspired you - something you were sure to express to him, no matter how many confused looks he'd give you in response.

Bakugo tried his damndest to keep himself held together when it came to love, refusing to come undone over a crush or bursts of butterflies in his stomach whenever you were near. It's not that he perceives those feelings as a weakness, but rather something he's afraid of failing at. Love was never on the forefront of his mind, a goal that always took a backburner to everything else. He'd tell himself time and time again if it's meant to happen, it will. Despite his harsh nature, that didn't stop you from wanting to linger in his space and get to know the real Bakugo - when he let you, of course. And to your surprise? Even the strongest of fortresses are able to be breached. He was tired of waiting for love to fall into his lap and took matters into his own hands.

He opened the palace gates for you with fanfare, but there was a catch. He insisted on earning you, that he didn't deserve you served on a silver platter with no effort. Bakugo doesn't do anything half-assed, and when it came to you? His personal expectations were through the stratosphere. That meant exchanging sweet nothings over dinner in a dingy bar in the city after a long patrol shift, strolling through the park on a sunny afternoon, inviting you to come camping with his friends so he can show you his favorite lookout point, buying your favorite expensive coffee each morning from the café on the corner (even though it's out of his way), and stargazing from the balcony of his apartment while you two talk about life until your eyes threaten to close. He's never vocalized how grateful he is for you to be around him, let alone give him the time of day, but his actions forever speak louder than any words he could use. It becomes second nature for him, those little things that silently say "I love you." It's little gestures that convey a thousand words.

Out to dinner with friends, Bakugo's hand lingers on your thigh under the table or his ankle is crossed over yours. Every time he holds a door open for you, his palm lays against the small of your back as you pass by. If you're at an event together, his hand never leaves your waist. Whenever you two are cooking together in the kitchen, he gives your shoulders a light squeeze anytime he walks passed you. Bakugo will cage you against his chest anytime you're on the couch, whether it's watching a movie or reading a book, he needs your warmth pressed against him to truly be comfortable. And every night, he refuses to go to bed before pinching your cheeks lovingly and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, whispering “love you” against them.

Through it all, Bakugo's let you unravel him piece by piece with the patience of a saint, secretly thriving on having someone accept his own version of love. There was nothing keeping you from traveling down every cobblestone road of his heart, no matter how rocky it became. He lets you unwind his stubborn nature a little bit at a time, giving him grace to find comfort in his personal love language. It didn't fit into any pre-determined category that most people would align themselves with, but borrowed from multiple to make it his own. To you, he's just Katsuki - your Katsuki - and you wouldn't trade him for the world.

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072. Doubt (part 3/?)

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash has some doubts. Luckily, Luida is there to talk through them.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (coming soon!)

“Why haven’t you?”

Vash flinches, even though Luida’s tone is nothing but curious.

The small greenhouse room on Home is like most places within it – white, with dents and welds on the walls from repairing the Fall damage and time making its way through. Vines, though, creep out of plant troughs set up on counters throughout. They’re filled with hardy vegetables and desert-like flora. One of the many experiments Luida has put on over the years.

“Are you scared?” She prompts.

“No!” He says, petulant. He pouts when Luida laughs and rolls her eyes.

Picking up a watering can to the side, Vash sighs and heads for the sink. “I’m not scared.” He reiterates.

Even he can hear the doubt in his voice.

Luida turns back to her task. “They why can’t you even pull the box out? I’d think you’d be itching to look at it, at least.”

He is. He wants to see what’s inside The Box so badly. It’s been long enough. But… “With my luck, I’d drop it down a crevasse or someone comes by and snatches it.” He purses his lips, turning the sink on and filling the watering can. “Or it just blows up in my hands. Hell, it’d be my luck.”

She hums, digging a finger through the dirt to check on the roots of a plant. “You sure that’s all? You don’t usually mind being blown up. You have the scars for it.”

He puffs out a laugh. She’s right there. Vash picks the watering can up and starts for one of the troughs.

Luida glances over. “Remember, only a few seconds of water for that trough.” When Vash nods, she goes back to her work. “Something’s still holding you back from popping the question, Vash. Do you think she’ll leave you?”

“No,” he sighs, “she wouldn’t. She’s made that clear.”

“Then you don’t think she’s the one for you?”

“No! I mean, yes?” He shakes his head. “She is the one for me. The only one.”

She hums again. “If she isn’t going to leave, and you believe she’s your true love, then what’s holding you back?”

Vash pauses watering one of the plants. “I…” he hesitates, reaching up and scratching his undercut. “I’m not…”

Luida moves on to the next batch of seedlings, watering them in their troughs and checking their pH levels. When he doesn’t finish his sentence, she looks over at him. Her brows raise.

He spits it out. “I don’t think I’m husband material.”

Surprisingly, she lets out a laugh. “Is that all?”

“What do you mean?” He feels a bit indignant, being laughed at. “That seems like a pretty big part of marriage.”

Luida sets her own watering can to the side, the soft thunk absorbing into the walls. “You’re overthinking things again. Like you usually do.”

His cheeks go pink, but he looks down and away. Luida walks over to him, grabbing his metal hand and holding it. Her smile is kind when she asks, “What do you think makes a good husband?”

He sighs. “Someone who can actually provide a home for his wife. And pay for food instead of letting her go hungry for three days.” He shakes his head. “We barely ever have a bed to sleep in because of me being on the run so much.”

Her lips twitch up. She has a few more wrinkles around her eyes nowadays. When was her last Sleep? “Those are material things, Vash. Not everything that makes a husband.”

Vash turns and leans against the table. “But they’re important things! She should feel comfortable, and not have to worry about if she’s going to find me dead in a ditch someday.” He bites his bottom lip, gnawing as he finally lets out his thoughts. “And I’m not…it’s not easy being with me, I know. I still hide things and make stupid mistakes and put us both in danger every day!” His eyes take on a faraway look. “It might be better for me to just keep my mouth shut and throw the stupid box away. It was a dumb idea.”

“Vash…” Luida reaches up and tugs at his hair. “Looks like we need another haircut for you soon.” When he lets out a chuckle, she squeezes his hand. “You should consider what she wants, not what you think she does. How many years have you two been together now?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers it anyway. “Almost forty years.”

“And has she ever once held it against you that you don’t have any of those things?”

“No, but – “

“I know, I know. You want to care for her. But maybe you do. Maybe she has different needs than most people, and you meet them. She’s a smart girl. Smarter than most, I’d say. You really think she’d stick around if she thought she was doing something stupid, being with you?”

His lips twitch up. “Sometimes I wonder…”

She shrugs. “Love makes people do dumb things, that’s true. But she’d have seen through the stupid by now.” She leans closer, trying to get her point across. “Vash, she’s sticking around because she loves you, and you love her, and you’re both doing it right. For goodness sakes, it’s strange to even see you here without her glued to your side, and she’s just on the other side of the ship.”

Vash laughs. The peanut butter to my jelly, as you like to say. There’s really only one reason you’ve stuck around this long. It’s what makes him so giddy and nervous at the same time.

“There’s that smile,” Luida nicks Vash’s chin and grins. “I know you’re still gonna take some time to get it through all that hair of yours, Vash, but really think about her, and what you both want. That’s what will make you husband material. Alright?”

She parts from him, going back to her watering can and picking it up. As she starts going down the rows again, he hears your quick footsteps coming down the hall. The peanut butter to his jelly, returning to his side.

“Oh, and Vash?” Luida says, “When you do tell her, make sure we get an invite to the wedding.”

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my bird is chewing on her ladder while she's covered for nap time and it's music to my ears

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special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

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TRIGUN FANS WAKE UP WE GOT NEW NEW YEARS ART FROM STUDIO ORANGE

BRB SCREAMING THEY LOOK SO GOOD, VASH MY BELOVED 💜

^Here’s the link to the tweet from Studio Orange!

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Finally watched Trigun Stampede! I loved it a bunch but man, poor Vash needs a break! I know a lot of people prefer his original look from the 90s but I love this new design a whole lot.

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nova PLEASE the box chapters make me feral. ur brain is so big. I hope u have a great day bc i, just like Vash, am thinking about the box today.

really? i've been thinking of what's inside the box 👀

lmao thanks for sending this in, it made my day!! we will see the box soon, my love, soon :)

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some things are always the same

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113. Heart (part 2/?)

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.3k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash thinks more about The Box.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon!)

Despite his best efforts, Vash does think about The Box.

It creeps up on him, like a lizard up the back. Slow, in spurts. He feels the edges dig into his chest on orange sunset nights, when you’re walking ahead and are outlined by twin lights. The burning gold rims your head in a halo. You’re beautiful. If he squints his eyes just right, he can imagine something shiny on your ring finger. But he shakes his head, muttering about mirages, and continues his way.

It ties him in knots when he convinces you to dance with him in a lonely little bar. Pulling at your hands, your fingers, until you’re both swaying to an off-tune piano in the corner and your head lays on his chest. His heart leaps for a moment – do you feel The Box? – but settles when you say nothing. It’s just another bullet box for all you know. For all he’s able to convince himself.

It settles on his mind like dust, like an incoming sandstorm, when you come to him after a long day and kiss him. Just because. Just to show you’re with him. The kiss makes his teeth hurt, like biting into something too sweet. You pull away, and his lips move, a “Will you - ?” popping out before he shuts it down. You look at him, curious, but leave it be.

Vash wishes he could do the same. Leave The Box on some distant dune, start this whole thing all over. But the thought of giving up? After all it’s been through? What’s in The Box symbolizes everything now – determination, forgiveness, love. His very heart. And as much as it pokes and prods at him every waking moment, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well, maybe one other way. A way that involves opening the damn Box and letting you see. But Vash is still a coward, and cowards like him do not open The Box.