That Fact That Theres Barely Any Video Essay About Mikasa Should Be Evident Enough That She Didnt Get

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listen as much as i love osamu

me being the picky eater that i am, i feel like he'd get so annoyed

osamu: bruh you haven't even tried this yet, how tf do u know it tastes bad??!!

me: i just know!!!

was anybody gonna tell me bnha is set in 2100 or was i supposed to find out myself?

scratch that, theres barely any video essay on ANY of the female characters on aot. maybe ymir or historia. but no one else.

that fact that theres barely any video essay about mikasa should be evident enough that she didnt get the development she deserved

rip to the song that played in uniqlo. i wasnt able to listen to the lyrics clearly before it finished. may you and i be reunited in another world and be completed harmoniously

im so tired of never being the first choice. im so tired of craving intimacy so desperately and never having it within arms reach. im so tired of keeping all this anger and sadness and confusion as well as joy and happiness and love inside of myself, never with someone to share. im so tired of reaching out and caring for others and never receiving anything back. im so tired of smiling and nodding and shaking hands while my back hurts and my waist feels empty. im so tired of crying myself to sleep, wrapping my arms around myself because i dont have anyone to share my bed with. im so tired.

say it with me. your trauma is valid even if:

the ones who hurt you were/are traumatized individuals.

you are/appear functional.

it was not caused by a romantic partner or family member.

“it could have been avoided”.

no one knows about it.

“it’s not that bad”

other people had it worse.

someone went through the same experience and does not feel debilitated by it.

it occurred a long time ago / you feel just fine now.

the ones who hurt you have apologized.

be gentle with yourself today, folks. feel free to add.

yukiatsu is ... an interesting character ...

“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…”

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How should love feel?

“Like this,” came Shinichiro’s reply as he made a big heart around the castle with a branch he found. Emma had to suppress the smile that wanted to force its way out. “Then boom!” And he lurched his stick side to side, carving long slits on the heart; it was a mess now. “An explosion.” Shinichiro gave her a big grin.

Emma didn’t pay her brother’s unique humor any mind: and falling in love?

“Falling in love …” Shinichiro sat back, finger on his chin as he got to thinking. “feels like falling. It’s fast, confusing, tumultuous, like falling in a never-ending rabbit hole. You know, Alice in Wonderland style. And the weird thing is, you won’t want it to stop when you get a taste of the thrill of it. It’s addictive.”