#my biggest idiot

[lizkreates]

Black Coffee & Donuts ☕ 🍩

~A Trigun fan comic~

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[ID: PAGE 1 Panel 1: Wolfwood and Vash sit at a bar counter just as they’re finishing breakfast. Wolfwood annoyed, is hunched over grasping his coffee mug as he pushes Vash’s face away, who is playfully waving a chocolate sprinkle around. Dialogue: Vash: “Try a donut? Come on, they have sprinkles on the today!” Wolfwood: “Forget it, Spikey!”

Panel 2: Close-up of Vash’s hands breaking the donut into a smaller piece, crumbs flying in the air.

PAGE 2: Panel 1: Vash, drawn in chibi style, reaches over and gently places the donut piece on Wolfwood’s empty plate, utensils resting on the side. Wolfwood, holding his hot black coffee, looks over his glasses annoyed. Dialogue: Vash: “Just a piece?”

Panel 2: Close-up of Vash with pleading eyes and an innocent smile asking “Do it for me?”

Panel 3: Dialogue: Wolfwood: “Okay, but only if you try black coffee.” Vash: “You got yourself a deal!” Wolfwood and Vash toast their coffee mugs in agreement.

PAGE 3 Panel 1: Wolfwood, eyes closed, begrudgingly puts the donut piece in his mouth and eats it. Dialogue: I don’t get what’s so great about this.

Panel 2: Wolfwood looks over to Vash, who is cartoonishly dumping the entire cup of hot coffee in his mouth. He snaps at him “What are you doing?!”

Panel 3: Vash yells, “HOT HOT HOT!!!” Steam rises out of his mouth, and tears stream down his face as he waves his mouth with both hands in an attempt to cool it down. Wolfwood shouts, “You idiot! You’re not supposed to drink it all at once.”

Panel 4: Wolfwood calms down, now concerned if Vash burned himself, and asks “Are you okay?” Vash leans over and chugs a pitcher of water and answers “Mm-mm.” (Which is uh-huh mumbled.)

PAGE 4: Panel 1: Close-up of Wolfwood’s lower face, as he takes off his glasses, no longer concealing part of himself. “Sorry, I should have warned you.”

Panel 2: Wolfwood looks down remorsefully and cradles his coffee mug with both hands. “You need to respect it. Nurse it slowly, let it cool down. Savor the bitter taste.”

Panel 3: Close-up of Wolfwood’s eye in surprise. “It sounds just like you,” Vash observes.

PAGE 5: Panel 1: Wolfwood lights up and laughs, “Ha it sure is!” Panel 2: Vash lightly blushes and smiles softly looking at Wolfwood’s contagious grin. He got him to smile, a win.

PAGE 6: Panel 1: A view from behind, we see Vash and Wolfwood from the back as they continue their banter. Vash sits like a gay, legs everywhere, and Wolfwood straight like a proper Catholic boy. Vash asks “How’s the donut?” Wolfwood responds, “It’s sickeningly sweet…actually it reminds me of you.” Vash blushes, “Aw, Wolfwood! You called me sweet~” Wolfwood denies it, “N-no I didn’t…!” Kuroneko, a black cat, sleeps at the foot of Wolfwood’s bar stool. End ID.]

[misakarose]

T R I G U N || Vash the Stampede ↳ episode 06 ✧ lost july

[clownsuu]

YOU’RE THE ONE THAT MADE ME THINK THE BROOM IS HOT?!??

You think that idiot is hot????

[lulila-safu]

we got 2 klassic ninjas with demon girlfriends

[valentinesdayinaugust2]

General Dara pillow motive for my favourite dude ever!!!

It was my best friends birthday and I remembered that I can draw

And that pillows are great

vv progress, pillow pictures and video below vv

[marvella15]

For one moment, Aziraphale let himself want Crowley

It's just an instant, not even half of a heartbeat, but he lets himself want all of it. Crowley. The kiss. An "us." He puts his hands on Crowley's back and feels him.

It's nothing like the grip Crowley has on his lapels. This is gentle, reverent. A caress. The way we would expect Aziraphale to hold Crowley.

The kiss is long, something like 10-12 seconds. It's sudden, intense. For most of it, Aziraphale's hands are held out in shock, in a stubborn refusal to admit what's happening and why and that he wants it too. Until, for one instant, he gives in.

And in almost the very same instant, he realizes what he's done and his hands spring away.

But in that one moment, he kisses back. And it's why Crowley holds on a little longer. You go too fast for me, Crowley. So he gives him a little more time.

And when Crowley does pull away, Aziraphale starts to say, "I can't."

The words are not even sound, just air. Maybe they even would've been better than his chosen alternative. "I can't" isn't "I don't want to." It isn't "You're wrong" or "We shouldn't" or "No."

But "I forgive you"? For Crowley, that cuts deeper and Aziraphale has to know it.

He has to reign himself in to say it and I think he regrets it immediately after. Because when Crowley leaves, Aziraphale's real feelings almost slip out.

He starts to say, "No."

No, don't leave. No, I've failed. No, this can't be it.

But, yet again, he stops himself. Takes all of that hurt and anguish and devastation and, yes, heartbreak (even if he did the breaking) and pushes it down. Puts on the angelic front just like he's done over and over for six thousand years.

We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you.

[miyasbingelist]

Favourite moments of Sun-jae being an absolute loser in love <3

[mmelolabelle]

Obi-Wan Kenobi: You need to kill Darth Vader! The very fate of the galaxy depends on it! He is pure evil. The source of all that is wrong in universe. Every bad thing that has ever happened ever is his fault - like on a personal level.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: You want me to kill him? Me? The master swordsman? The battle-hardened general? Arguably one of the greatest Jedi of all time? Oh no, I couldn’t possibly!

Obi-Wan Kenobi: No you don’t understand - I love him. Mind your fucking business.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“hi.”

“hey.”

“aren’t you tired after the game?”

“can’t sleep,” sirius said, kicking his feet up on remus’ bed. “it seems like you’re in the same situation, though. what’s up with you?”

“nothing,” remus muttered, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging his legs, his chin resting on his knee.

“come on, i know you better than that,” sirius tsked, putting his head on remus’ shoulders and lacing their fingers together, an old habit, his touch igniting sparks in remus’ body.

“do you have a cigarette?” remus asked, changing the topic of the conversation.

sirius gave him one of those devilish grins, that only he had, and that made remus’ heart thrum in his chest. then, held out a hand for him. “let’s go sit on the windowsill. otherwise, potter will wake up and complain about the smoke.”

“alright,” remus sighed, watching sirius get up and look through the pockets of the jeans discarded on the floor.

he watched him, a moonlit shadow, open the window, and he took that as a sign to get up and join sirius, his joints still aching. sirius pulled remus next to him, their knees knocking together and sirius’ leg between remus’.

sirius lit his cigarette up leaned forward, awkwardly but with his usual elegance, bringing their mouths close together, helped remus with his. he leaned back against the wall, and remus watched his plump lips wrapped around the cigarette, and how hie eyes were lit up by the dim spark.

“so?”

“it’s stupid.”

“is it, though?”

“mhm.”

“i’m willing to listen to it either way,” sirius shrugged, taking a long drag out of his cigarette, and remus watched it flicker between sirius’ long fingers. “we’re mates, aren’t we?”

“that’s the problem,” remus said, looking away from sirius. “that if i tell you, it will all go down to hell.”

“oh, come on, you’re being dramatic.” sirius grinned, pushing himself up on his knees so that he was sitting next to remus, and so that remus had to turn his head to face him. their lips were so close, and there was a lump in remus’ throat, and his heart was beating so fast, and, and—

“let me do it?”

remus didn’t even know what he meant by that, but he nodded, and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, their cigarettes discarded somewhere that didn’t matter anymore. and sirius’ mouth was pressed against his, and his fingers were wrapped around remus’ arm, and sirius’ shirt was crumpled in remus’ fist and it wad all too much and too little at the same time and it was addicting and fucking beautiful.

it might have been a few minutes. it might have been hours, or days, or forever, until they broke apart, and sirius laughed. remus didn’t know what they were laughing about, but he joined in, their laughter bouncing through the smoke-filled air.

“why did you do that?” remus asked, and tried to stop himself from bringing his hand up to his lips, to make sure that it was all real.

“just wanted to. been wanting to for a while, actually,” sirius added, and there was something in his eyes that made remus go weak in the knees.

remus hummed, his eyes gliding over to sirius’ lips, which parted into a grin.

“right. well, i—”

“you think i should do it again, don’t you?” he asked, looking at him with a raised brow, and an amused expression.

remus nodded, and sirius cupped the back of his neck, where soft curls were nestled. he pressed their mouths together, again, and remus let himself be guided by him. he let himself be loved, he let himself be held, through cigarette smoke and cold night’s air.

[entirelysein-e]

I hope my scream was to be heard around the globe 😭 Just got my very first ever Commission back by the lovely @starlightnarumi and I am IN LOVE

Look how adorable we are!! I can't get over it 🥹🥹

[some-pers0n]

Never forgiving Valve for giving Engineer the most in-depth and story-relevant backstory, having him be the grandfather of the creator of the life-extender machines, the son of the TFC Engineer, and establishing a key connection between the Conaghers and Elizabeth/Helen/Mann family, only to then relegate him to a supporting character, have him appear for only 10 pages in the main comics, and then never say or do anything

[m0ose-idiot]

Ever wondered whether the inhabitants of Button House are getting nicer to each other? Here's a VERY IMPORTANT SCIENCE to answer the question probably nobody asked

[soupforsoup]

I don't debate who would've won when Terry was about to throw hands with Robby at the S4 AVT, because the image of The Terry Silver consistently feeling threatened enough by this three apples tall ball of childhood neglect and anger issues, to treat him the same as his main adult enemies (squaring up, making a point of laughing him off like "look how not threatened I am by you") is too hilarious to be a practical question.

In the story of Terry Silver, his biggest adversaries are a middle-aged New Jersey-Italian twunk, a barely functioning alcoholic, his own repressed homosexuality, a man who would rather go on a revenge quest on another continent for his old twink fling than confess his feelings for a woman, and a Literal Teenage Boy

[atnialljanto]

When 11th doctor was dying in the tardis (then he was saved by river) he was changing his voice interface by his feelings (like, guilt) and JACK HARKNESS DIDN'T APEAR I MEAN COME ON YOU ABANDONED HIM, NOT A LITTLE FEELING OF GUILT??

[highdefinitions]

i am so fond of him. for whatever reason

[p4nishers]

let me just say this: if crowley EVER makes an actual move on aziraphale and aziraphale gives even a HINT of reciprocation it's over for him in SECONDS bc u know aziraphale half asses nothing so it'll be like crowley tries to brush their fingers together and aziraphale fully beams at him and interlocks their fingers in seconds. crowley stares speechlessly at their hands for 5 minutes, looks up at aziraphale and faints. crowley gets aziraphale flowers and aziraphale puts them in the very center of his shop where everyone can see and keeps them alive for months. crowley fights a giggle every time he sees them. crowley offers his jacket on a cold night and aziraphale wears the jacket everywhere for weeks and gushes about it to everyone he meets. crowley chokes on his breath every meeting aziraphale is in it without fail. crowley slyly asks aziraphale on an actual romantic date and aziraphale SLAMS down their wedding invitations infort him of like "im so glad u asked, dear, i've been waiting for this" then launches into a rant about flower arrangements and table cloth colors and crowley is left blinking at him and trying not to explode. poor snake.