Franny i have so many emotions right now please help
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon how can I help if you don’t tell me what the emotions are about, tho!!! (are they about the tododekus because if so same rip both of us)
I LOVE MIDORIYA AND TODOROKI SO MUCH. This fight was so good so emotional. I’m not crying you are dammit
ANON HOW DID YOU FIND OUT yes I’m crying rip character development once again reducing me to tears what’s new even
U are amazing precious bean that deserves all the love and all the happy
THANK YOU OMFG!!!!! So are you, anon!!!!!! *O*
Oh my gosh. That fantasy AU is perfect. Seeing Kaminari all flustered is great. I especially love the way Kirishima and Bakugou call each other by their given names, and how Bakugou openly states Kirishima is really strong.
I’m happy you liked my take on it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m still working with that AU under the belief that Bakugou and Kirishima have known each other their whole lives, so the first names! Also Baku has no problems admitting Kiri’s strong in canon too, so!!!!! He’s a supportive bf, isn’t he haha
PSA TO HELLO PROJECT FANS WHO APPARENTLY DIDNT GET THE MESSAGE
Graduation is not Equal to Death. Your oshi graduating for health, school, further careers, and anything like that is NOT the end of the world. Nor does your oshi hate anyone for having more solo lines than her. Please stop treating real world idols like fictional people; graduation and line distribution is not your call to make.
For the first sentence thing: "Janet shielded her eyes from the blazing sun as she lifted her eyes from her book, catching Bianca's gaze from across the garden." Obvious pairing is obvious!
Janet shielded her eyes from the blazing sun as she lifted her eyes from her book, catching Bianca’s gaze from across the garden.
Her hands are plunged in the earth, clothes covered in dirt, and mouth curved in a smile. Emma kneels next to her, enraptured, oversized gloves and oversized overalls - clasping a bulb in one hand, tapping Bianca on the shoulder with the other; and Janet can barely breathe she’s so happy. Bianca’s flowers are in the garden.
Bianca’s flowers are in the garden, Bianca’s flowers are in the house, her shoes underneath the bed, her keys by the front door. She has a mug in the dishwasher, a toothbrush in the bathroom, a dent in the couch, a side of the bed. She is grumpy before coffee. She prefers white wine to red. She cannot cook to save herself, but tries anyway. She is there in the morning, and there at night - there after arguments, after school, after work, after everything and Janet loves her, loves her, loves her for it.
‘Now?’ she asks, and Bianca breaks her stare, blinks, clears her throat, helps Emma bury the bulb in the ground.
Janet shuffles a bookmark between pages, shuffles off the deck chair and pads towards them; leaning over to press a kiss to the top of their heads as they shovel dirt over it with their hands, pat the earth. Bianca peers up, beams at her, hair loose from her ponytail, messy around her face; mouth wide, eyes bright as she reaches out to pat her arse as she wanders away, over to Liam.