meh

sucker for underrated characters

[somecatastrophe]

just learned that Jean and Sasha’s ship name is French Fries oh my god im gonna cry

[hendery-amoureuse]

going through your noncanon ship tag is like going through the five stages of grief

[the-anime-haven]

Gintama Stills for Every (Canon) Episode → [068/316] “Like a Haunted House, Life is Filled with Horrors”

↳ “If you really want to protect the place you call your own, then throw that heart and soul into it with all your might.”

[konoko]

[mossykeats]

Can I paint your knees just as ladies did almost a century ago?

[bohkutos]

I know we’ll meet again. No matter when or where, I’ll be in Kabuki-chou, working under the Yorozuya sign. It’s a promise.

— Sakata Gintoki requested by Liza @mazusu 

[animatedtext]

[vivalski]

Give him some pets 🐱🖐️

[the-anime-haven]

Gintama Stills for Every (Canon) Episode → [008/316] “There Is Butt a Fine Line Between Persistence and Stubbornness”

↳ “Sorry, but I’m not noble enough to duel over someone else’s life.”

[gintamanew]

SAKAMOTO

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

fuckin nanowrimo again folks, general reminder that this is a cheap lil print i have available 

[gintaeoctoberweek]

基本、銀さん（１０月1０日）とお妙さんの誕生日（10月31日）は脳内銀妙ってます。 10月は頭の中がお花畑←しっかり！

via kazuham on Twitter

[gintaeoctoberweek]

Yorozuya Family Halloween

via 8cco on Twitter

[gintaeoctoberweek]

Special gift for our special lady from her special man

via bbbb_08_08 on Twitter

[theqrianana]

GinTae Week 2020

Trope: After Action Patch Up

[theqrianana]

GinTae Week 2020

Trope: Fate Drives Us Together

Bonus:

Tae left Shoyo & the kids to look for Gin. She found him.

[sherryaptx4869]

Here is a Gintoki x Tae drabble set in Benizakura Arc.

The strong smell of antiseptic mixed with the aromatic smell of natural herbs woke him up. That and the dull ache of his injuries from his fight with the Manslayer Nizou. He wondered sometimes how his body was able to handle all sorts of pain and injuries fighting led him to. He looked down his torso to see carefully wrapped bandages, smelled the minty balm she used to dull the pain. All singlehandedly the handiwork of that woman. An uncute woman. Her.

She was just there to take care of him while he was out of commission. But already, with her there it smelled like home. Never mind her black matter, her incessant nagging. As he wore his boots, strapped his bokuto, and reached for her umbrella she left on the entryway, he made sure to come home to her. Like he always does.