love love them :3


((Here to prove that I’m not dead, have some doodles from last year lmfao))

anonymous asked:

Sam and Shiro, homesick?

“We’ll get back there someday, Takashi,” Sam says, quietly. stars through the observatory window are entirely different from any constellation Shiro recognizes; little out here in the dead of night speaks of home. “We’ve gone through too much not to.”

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a three-sentence ficlet!)