#i painted a mural above my bed of vash and knives and rem

[pidgydraws]

i'm finally sitting down to watch, Trigun Stamped, and it is a truely breathtaking rendition of what has been a life-long favourite piece of media. i'm only on episode five but i've spent nearly every frame on the edge of tears.

it's a hard watch - like, Violet Evergarden, was for me - but it's already been worth it. before even getting into the plot, the presentation alone is so gorgeous that i get overwhelmed by emotions. just seeing the sad, beautiful boy that i grew up enamoured with, presented in this new way that captures - even more pointedly - the anguish of his smiles~ it absolutely ruins me... i had forgotten how i first fell so desperately in love with the archetype of the "good boy who clings desperately to goodness nomatter the cost to them" and~ ah, there he is. that's right.

it's wild to rediscover the source of such a truely foundational part of yourself. i'm in tears. i'm in tears! hello... there... thank you for being a part of me, good boy who suffers so much...

they've really cut straight to the beating heart of the story and it's both beautiful and crushing. i am truely devistated by it. i can tell it will be worth all the tears~ but it's difficult nevertheless. ahhh~ (= w =) agony, agony, agony, love, and bitterness... *whistful heavy sighing* i am indebted to a blond boy in glasses who never existed, but who exists so much. thank you <3