Fanart For @humanityinahandbag And @samthefrank Sonic Movie Fic How To Catch A Falling Star On A03, I

shadow and maria deserve the world

tfw ur wife turns into a cat 🐈 (based on this cute fic by @pseudowho )

i love drawing his cape :P

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

Katsuki loves getting you flowers, at first he really didn't get it, they died all the time but they made you happy so he got them when he thought of it.

But then he saw a video about what made receiving real flowers so special. It's the fact that they die.

So he would let yours wilt, snip one of the flower heads to add to a small vase as a momento mori before he brought in a fresh bouquet. Bright green stems wrapped in paper, the blooms a different flower each time depending on his mood. You swat at his hands that try to put them in the vase for you. He doesn't know why he likes that so much, that you're so eager to tenderly care for the gift he's given you. How he watches you make flowers last so long because of how you care for them, cut their stems, change their water, take out dying blooms.

In those moments he catches you smiling, humming as you change the water to flowers right on the cusp, of gently fingering a wilted bloom, he knows you'll love him when hes wilted too.

todoroki shouto🔥❄️

Quiet worry and soft forehead touches

"You know, Nanamin," Yuuji started, between mouthfuls, "when we first met, I thought I wouldn't like you at all."

Kento raised one thin eyebrow over the rim of his paper-cup coffee. He sat with you, and Yuuji, at a dirt road Conbini overlooking Tokyo. The sun was setting, casting the city as a silhouette against oranges, purples. You could smell the earthy petrichor of an incoming storm. Yuuji did not mind, thoughtful as he slurped at an instant ramen.

"Like, really," Yuuji continued, his mouth puckered up, "I thought you were boring. Unfunny, grumpy, miserable. Maybe even a little bit mean." Yuuji laughed now, becoming gradually more animated as he set the scene. "And when you tried to lecture me, while I was fighting that curse? Insane. I was like, 'Who the hell is this guy?'"

You covered your mouth, hiding a smile, eyes flicking between your unreadable husband, and the bubbling boy opposite him. Yuuji finished laughing, wiping his eyes and sighing into another slurp of noodles.

You placed a surreptitious hand on Kento's thigh under the table, and he barely reacted, but to tense and cross his arms. Yuuji rested his chin on one hand, eyes softening as he looked over the ant-like lights, moving in scattered formation across the city.

"But then...I realised. You just cared. I mean, really cared. About me. And if I wasn't being treated right. And if I was gonna be okay." Yuuji swallowed, his voice thickening. "And I...didn't have anyone left like that. The only person I ever did have was my grandad, and maybe he just took care of me because he had to, y'know? But you chose to. Even though I'm...I'm a monster."

You saw Kento squirm within. You knew he'd had his misgivings about Sukuna's Vessel, before Kento knew him as Yuuji. You knew the shame and guilt Kento carried for that. His shoulders ached, a pall-bearer of emotions for so many.

"And you're hilarious. Anyone can see it, really. And you're a rebel. And a protester. And you stand up for the little guy when nobody else wants to. And you don't do it to make us like you. You just...believe it's right. And don't get me wrong, I like Gojo-sensei too, but I love you."

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes and trying not to tear up on Kento's behalf. Kento remained silent, arms crossed and frowning down at his steaming coffee. Yuuji looked at you, uncertain. You gently flapped one hand; don't worry, you're alright, you're okay.

Kento eventually broke his silence, his voice gruff. He pushed his bank card across the table to Yuuji.

"Itadori-kun." Yuuji sat to attention, wide-eyed. "Go and get yourself some snacks. As much as you like. And the other students, too, if you know what they'd want."

Yuuji took the card in confusion, with both hands and a little bow, and disappeared inside the shop, the automatic doors booping behind him.

Kento stood, your hand falling off his lap, and grasped the metal railings overlooking the city, with his back to you. His shoulders were taut, stiff, occasionally hitching with emotion. You felt him, as you always had.

"...Kento? Are you alright?"

A thick swallow and a sniffle before a single gravelly, "Yeah. I'm fine, I...I'm fine."

Yuta's glow up will always amaze me even in my 80s

What did bro do in Africa 😭

Classic Decorative Details, 1994