Omg Theres A Karaoke Version Of Touch You

its a pain when its karaoke night but your fav sings are all korean

it's so mindblowing to me that there are ppl who arent obsessed with the shows or movies they watch or who arent in like any fandoms. like my friends are so nonchalant about the show they've watched or manhwa they've read because what's ??? the ??? point ??? if ??? your ??? not gonna??? squeal and giggle and kick your feet when a character does something nice for their loved ones???!?!?!?!!?!?!?!

WHATS THE POINT IF YOU DONT INTERNALISE A CHARACTERS PERSONALITY TO THE POINT THAT YOU JUST CONSIDER THEM AS YOUR OWN CHILD???!! WHATS THE POINT IF YOU DONT SHARE THEIR PAIN??? IF YOU DONT CRY WHEN THEY CRY???

my boy inumaki needs his arms back

A Hundred Promises In One Kiss - erlandwrites - 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

"Takashi?"

"Yes?"

"You've read the latest chapter of my book, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you, by any chance, remember anything from it?" You sniffle.

Mitsuya halts the balance wheel with a jerk of his hand, his foot freezing under the table at the same time. Did he hear that right? Did your voice quaver slightly and crack in the middle of that sentence? And did you just sniffle?

best album of the year you say? advice by taemin

my self esteem so low i dont even think im good enough for my favorite fictional characters

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mitsuya Takashi/Reader Characters: Mitsuya Takashi, reader as a student Additional Tags: i started this in the middle of exams, had to get thru exam season, thinking of mitsuyas arms around me, Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles, Cute, somehow it turned a bit raunchy, consider it a lil treat, Making Out, i just think mitsuya gives the best hugs, and the best cuddles, physical touch as love language, reader is sleep deprived, and suffering thru exams, mitsuya is soooo in love with you, this whole collection is so self-indulgent Series: Part 3 of Forever Boy (Mitsuya Takashi boyfriend scenarios) Summary:

“Tired?” You hum, closing your eyes and burying you’re nose into his shirt which smells like him. Heaven. “Wanna take a nap?” “You have stuff to do,” You mumble, moving so you can look up at him. “I won’t take long, promise.” Mitsuya presses a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t mind, babe.” He really doesn’t. He knows how hard-working you are and your tendency to overwork yourself. You deserve a break once in a while.

or: Mitsuya convinces you to take a nap with him.

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

Kenma always volunteered to take the night shift with your little one.

You really didn’t mind, it was good to know that when your newborn baby would stir and cry in the middle of the night, that he was more than willing to tend to her littlest needs and biggest cries.

You had teased him, once or thrice, about this just being a cover so he could play his game all hours of the night without any scolding from you or his best friend, hiding it under a fatherly deed. Which he’d roll his eyes with a small blush and shake his head at “‘s not true, babe.”

Really, it was so he could be here like this.

Tiny hands reached up to grab at his blue-light glasses in intrigued, causing Kenma’s face to scrunch up dramatically, “yeah, I know, they were the last ones on the shelf, I already hear it from Uncle K, I don’t need to hear it from you.”

The infant merely blinks up at him. Kenma knows, deep down, that she can’t hear him, she won’t even remember the glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose come the age of two. But there’s a small part of his exhausted, imaginative brain that does convince him that she hears her dad’s gentle teasing; finds it amusing, even.

His thoughts are cut off by the sounds of her little mouth letting out strangely aggressive grunts, and Kenma can only innocently snicker at the sounds. Then, he remembers what they mean, and his face drops back down.

“Are you really popping on me?” He asks, a hand rubbing her belly. “Seriously? You couldn’t have saved that for your other parent? No no, they give you your bottle, so I get the aftermath.”

With that, he rises to his feet to bring her to the changing table, changing her diaper with only a few comments here and there- “no, seriously, how does something so small-?” and “you know, I’m doing this for you, so you better do it for me when I’m old and in diapers.”- but there’s nothing more Kenma would rather be doing. It’s his baby, his little miracle, and for all the months he feared his paternal instinct wouldn’t kick in, they were worth it when his little girl looks up at him and lets out a single, breathy laugh, and he stiffens up.

It was her first giggle.

Tears heat up the corner of his eyes and he picks his now clean baby off of the table, “y-you just laughed- oh my god, you just- you just laughed for me!”

And this is why, he thinks to himself. This is why he spends all night watching and tending to her; he doesn’t want to miss a thing when he’s at work. These are moments he’ll never get back, these small, little things that she’ll never knew even happened, but he’ll remember until the day he dies.

“I knew you thought I was funny.”

you ever look at japanese people, or korean or chinese and see them being so respectful & nice and be like, i want to be like that ... is it just me???