A Moment Of Silence For All The Characters That Weren’t Introduced In The Anime:

yall are rlly gonna make me cry with these dad!gojo and little megumi fanarts

please why is ran cosplaying as a wet lettuce now

like babe, honey, sugar, not the love of my love cuz it will always be mitsuya, my sunshine, the yee to my haw, the yin to my yang, what the fuck

like i can forgive him for the braids

but thiss???

nah

rindou looks somewhat ... okay idk i feel like i could get behind his hair if he just styled it better

maybe if they both paid a visit to akkuns hair salon they might looknl decent

do you think the miya twins went through the same phase together or

okay, the whole “silly writers, siblings aren’t supposed to actually like each other” thing was always annoying, but it has now morphed into actual real-life people telling me and my actual real-life sibling that our relationship is weird and creepy because we enjoy spending time together and aren’t constantly at each other’s throats, so if we could all collectively stop pretending that siblings are only capable of being cruel to each other, and that any depiction otherwise is unrealistic, that would be great, thanks

i either go for the carefree younger sibling or the stressed out older sibling

theres no in between

things i have said while watching aot

what the fuck??? IN TEH FIRST EPISODE

oh no, please, no,no,no

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

huh, what happened?

i feel bad for yuki kajis throat

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAooooooooooosOHHHHHHHHHHHHO

RUNR RUN RUN

i want to cryyyyyyyyyyyyydsdm

no i feel bad for everyones throat

fuck fuck fuck fcukc fucfjcu fk

hang on, wtf

no, not marco polo, no plz no

levi standing on top of a titan is my fav thing

leaked everywhere in mid-air??? wtf eren?

ANNIE FUCKING LEONHART

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.”

IT WAS A DREAMMMMMMMMM

its 2: 23 am, everyones asleep, and here i am, on my bed, crying my eyes out cuz yuugo and lucas sacrificed themselves for emma and the others fuck

i am begging

look how politely this mf sits