#Niece watches anime

[olivieraa]

hard to answer when the most famous characters your voice actor plays are known to do this

well............

[sincerely-sofie]

Been slowly learning ASL over the years for my niece and I might still struggle to introduce myself or express basic emotions, but oh boy do I ever have the sign for every animal she's ever laid eyes on memorized better than my own name.

[mihai-florescu]

I was ranting in the drawing room this morning about my issues with space on my google account and everyone said they just pay the 2 euros a month. Are you insane? This is so not alpha male behavior of you, i will NEVER surrender money to a machine. In fact i have a lot of pride about being a fan of gacha game stories yet i have never paid a cent on any of them. Then my favorite guy said im a luddite and i started ranting harder about the fate and fall of mankind being sealed the moment prometheus gave us fire, and he suggested maybe it's the invention of the wheel that doomed us... nay, im sure it's the fault of our aquatic ancestors that started walking on land... do you think im still sympathetic to these people...?

[smallhatlogan]

you'd think that having watched Madoka Magica for the first time like 12 years ago and having lost count of how many times I've rewatched it in the years following I would have stopped getting really choked up every time Sayaka starts to become a witch and then spending the rest of the series barely holding it together and yet...

[perfectlyoongi-main]

Do you watch anime??

i do watch anime, yea !! i actually started writing on tumblr bc of anime :3

[fictionadventurer]

😅

[neatfrog]

a friend of mine works at the library back in our hometown, which is a common spot for kids/teens after school, and one day she overheard some of them talking about hetalia fanfic or something and when she popped into the convo they got a bit flustered and said something like “you know what we’re talking about?? Well I bet you don’t know what a lemon is!” and she just looked at them and was like “who do you think created those terms??”

anyway I would have paid money to see the looks on their faces

[atsu-i]

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[nururu]

What were the garbage anime you watched before op?

oh god... now that I'm going through and remembering what I watched..... I don't even want to say nduchekdks 😭😭😭 tbh I think I just looked up "edgy anime" and went for it..... I'll mention a few... I watched school days (which tbh I thought was hilarious and great and I loved how mentally ill everyone becomes bc of this one basic ass boy). I also watched gantz which a lot of ppl love but the way they portray women is unacceptable!! loved the evil 14yro emo boy tho that's where my url comes from.. I watched... oh god... I'm so sorry.... I watched goblin slayer .... which after the first episode wasn't actually too bad of a show. I'm so sorry .... I watched made in abyss, which is actually a gr8 anime but the creator is a fucking weirdo and there was just too much weird shit happening so I actually dropped that one. oh I watched golden boy which I thought was gr8 but I only got through 2 eps bc that man wouldn't quit screaming..... there's more.. but I either don't remember or won't mention lololfjfjejcj

[nadjabear]

I just caught up with the skip and loafer manga and it's SO CUTE!!!! Definitely one of my new favorite mangas I love it so much and I need to scream about it

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

My 14yo niece LOVES anime. Not that I blame her. I've seen way more than she has.

But here's the thing.

She's only allowed to watch anime in the basement, because she needs to keep it away from the little(?) ones, because age appropriate. BUT. The basement ECHOS. Like...echos.

So imagine just...cleaning the kitchen, getting ready for dinner, when all of a sudden, a hysterical laughter comes up from the basement.

Like...gleeful screaming, fangirl, eardrum shattering screeching laughter.

[olivieraa]

this is Shizaya

but in a different form

[arlo-venn]

I don’t usually post things, but I do repost things on tiktok if you guys wanna follow each other on there. Tiktok is the main reason I don’t often scroll my tumblr dash; it took over my brain.

[myriadismx]

Okay, Valeria, you win. I'll succumb to your pressure and watch Tokyo Revengers. Here I go!!! But just because Mikey and Baji are kind of cute ✨

[tricktster]

toddler niece is three so when we watch tv when we hang out it’s usually Bluey or one of two specific episodes of Dug Days she approves of, but sometimes we spice things up with a nature documentary or two. So there’s a newish one on netflix called Wild Babies which was advertised as being all about baby animals. Seemed perfect.

I’ll omit the fine details and just say that within five minutes we had watched an enormous baby seal emerge from its mother’s birth canal in all of its visceral splendor and I am now In Trouble with her parents,

[woso-dreamzzz]

Proud IX

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader

Summary: After the preseason against Barcelona

Someone is watching you.

It's nothing you can prove, of course. It's nothing you really care that much about either.

You've just managed to draw against Barcelona in a preseason friendly. Of course there would be someone watching. A lot of someones actually but you don't find yourself minding too much as you head over to your parents.

They're on the far side of the pitch, waving to the very few Spanish Bayern fans that have come out to watch the team play.

You wiggle your way between them and Magda's arm automatically comes to rest on your shoulder. She angles her face towards you slightly, a smile on her face as she presses a quick kiss to your hairline.

Pernille takes your hand on the other side and you smile at her, leaning your head against her shoulder.

It feels good to demonstrate your skills.

In front of your new teammates. In front of your new manager. In front of Barcelona, to make them worry when you're on the pitch, to show them they aren't as bulletproof as the fans think they are.

But, right now, all you can do is smile as your sign things for the very few Bayern fans that have come over to watch your team play for them.

"You did very well today," Pernille says to you, squeezing your hand softly.

"Enough for a lamb?"

"You know the rules," Pernille replies with practiced exasperation," You'll have to really impress. Show me you can really care for one."

You huff, putting on a bit of a show.

This is a practiced dance between you and Pernille, a more playful back and forth now that you've moved to Germany. Pernille pretends that she's more opposed to getting a sweet lamb than she actually is and you pretend to be more annoyed than you actually are that you're being refused.

"Oh come on, Pernille!" Magda says from your other side," I really think she's deserved it!"

Magda's also apart of all this teasing. She backs you up, insists that you've already proven yourself despite having never had a pet in your life. The extent of your animal caring abilities is filling up the bird feeder in the garden.

Of course, you've also got that little binder you made a few years ago with how to take care of lambs and sheep and when to sheer them and what to feed them and how you can make them happy.

Pernille had made you make it after she realised you were serious about raising a lamb for yourself.

You update it every so often, just to show her that this isn't something that you've forgotten about.

Arms close around your waist and you shriek as you're lifted into the air.

You can hear Pernille and Magda laugh as you're hoisted up and you flail your legs around when you're airborne for too long.

"Frido!" You shriek," Let me down!"

Frido shakes you, using her height difference against you before unceremoniously dumping you onto the ground.

You roll onto your back, panting with a smile as you look up at her. "That was mean."

"What has the world come to?" She asks no one in particular," That an aunt can't pick up and shake her little niece anymore?"

"I'm not little."

She grins down at you. "I remember you before your growth spurt," She says," You'll always be my little niece."

Frido offers you a hand.

You take it and pull her down.

She shrieks at the sudden force of your pull and falls onto the grass next to you.

You laugh, letting Pernille help you up and dust the dirt off your shirt.

Frido does the same with her own clothes, flicking a stray piece of grass at you that you bat away easily.

"Good game," She says, ruffling your hair," You had us on our toes."

"Just..." You glance behind you, feeling that same prickly feeling of eyes on your back," Just wanted to impress."

"Well, you certainly did that." Frido leans closer, like she's about to tell you a secret. "But I don't think it's just on who you wanted to watch you."

She jerks her chin over your shoulder and you follow her gaze.

Alexia Putellas is by the bench, talking and gesturing wildly over at you to the new Barcelona manager. You don't quite remember his name but you know what he looks like and even from this far of a distance away, you know he's looking straight at you.

"Best hope Bayern put a big price on her release clause," Frido says to your mothers and you feel Magda freeze behind you.

Her mouth dry, she speaks. "What?"

"Just saying," Frido laughs," A performance like that? In preseason? At a club she's just moved to? You and I both know she's a talent. Alexia doesn't really enjoy talents like that outside of Barcelona."

Magda pulls your back against her front, arms hanging over your shoulders. "They can't have her. She's a minor. They need our permission."

"She'll be eighteen soon," Frido reminds Magda.

"Still. They can't force her to come. I won't let them. I just got her back."

"We just got her back," Pernille corrects.

"Besides," You laugh," Momma won't even let me get a lamb yet. I don't think she'll be too happy sending me off to Spain."

Frido laughs, ruffling your hair again. "I think you'll find Barcelona can be quite persuasive when they need to be. How else do you think we got Ewa with us?"

"Dumb luck?"

Frido gasps dramatically. "You know what, young lady? Come here!"

She reaches for you and you duck out of the way, sprinting across the pitch out of her reach.

"You're getting old!" You shout over your shoulder, ducking and weaving through players and staff alike. "Aren't you meant to be a professional athlete?"

You jump over a crate of drinks as Frido trips over them.

You laugh, leaving her in the dirt as another hand reaches for your own.

"Aren't you tired?" Ingrid asks you," You've just played ninety minutes."

You know Ingrid quite well considering you've never played on a team with her.

Pernille and Frido have introduced you two a lot over the years. She's nice to see, someone who is not family but just as nice as them.

"I'm never too tired to humiliate Frido," You answer, turning to look back as Pernille helps Frido up while Magda howls with laughter.

Ingrid rolls her eyes fondly at you, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

"Have you met Esmee before? I can't remember."

Either way, Ingrid introduces you to Esmee, who seems nice enough, if a little shy. You can imagine you and her getting on once you're both settled with each other.

"Of course, you know Mapi a bit and this is Aitana. Aitana, this is y/n. She's Magda and Pernille's daughter, Frido's niece."

"Daughter?" The look Aitana wears on her face is one you're always used to when regarding your parentage.

"Adopted," You confirm with a nod. It's always better to explain now than have to deal with the awkward questions as people try to tread around the minefield that's your family situation.

She nods once before speaking. "Do you want to swap shirts?"

"Oh! Er..." You glance behind you where your family is (thankfully) keeping their distance. Still within earshot but not enough to invite themselves into the conversation.

Both of your mothers stick their thumbs up at you.

"Yeah...okay, then."

Like you thought, you and Esmee do get on. You reckon that you wearing a Barcelona shirt (Aitana's Barcelona shirt, you think in the back of your mind) must have settled her a bit. Familiar people with the one unfamiliar one wearing a very familiar colours.

She's nice and speaks well and you almost forget about the prickling feeling of someone watching you until that someone is right behind you.

The little circle you've found yourself in opens up and Alexia Putellas slides into the now empty spot next to you.

Magda moves to approach as well but Pernille holds her back by the back of the shirt.

"Pernille-"

"Let her deal with it," Pernille says," However she wants to do it. We can't coddle her for her whole life."

Magda pouts. "We can try."

"Magda," Pernille continues," She's much more capable than you like to think."

You hope that your eyes aren't as wide in shock as you think they are. it would be embarrassing for Alexia Putellas to remember that expression as the one you wore when you first met her.

"You had a good game," She says to you and you feel your throat go dry.

You force words out anyway. "Th-Thank you."

"A great game, actually," Alexia continues," You're very talented."

"Thank you."

You feel like a broken record, incapable of saying nothing but the same thing over and over again.

"How long have you got on your Bayern contract?"

"Two-Two years."

"Two years? Not three? Or four? For someone of your talent..."

"Oh, er, well, it's meant to finish the same time as my mothers' do."

"Harder and Eriksson's kid, aren't you?"

"And Frido's niece," Ingrid puts in and Alexia nods.

"I thought so. She's never had anything but compliments for you. You used to play for Arsenal as well, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And you joined Sweden for their Euro qualifiers as well. It's nice to see that young talent is being fostered so well."

You laugh a little awkwardly. "Oh, well, I'm not really anything special."

The look Alexia gives you makes it clear she thinks differently. She doesn't refute your claim though, just purses her lips in thought.

"Barcelona has always been good at noticing young talent and putting our faith in them."

"Oh?"

She smiles at you. "Just something to think about. Have you got the same managers as your mothers?"

You nod. "Yeah, Morsa...Er...Magda and I have the same person."

"Excellent." She claps a hand down onto your shoulder. "You should probably warn them about something coming their way soon after that performance today. I hope to see you on the pitch again soon."

With that, Alexia Putellas walks away, right back down the tunnels and you're left hopelessly looking back at her.

You turn back to the little group around you, a group that your family has finally joined again.

"Sorry...What just happened?"

Frido laughs, a casual arm flung over your shoulder.

"That was Alexia speak for 'Barcelona will be trying to buy you from Bayern soon'."

Magda swears. "For fuck's sake!"