Pay attention, Keith! Alas, this is suuuper duper sketchy because it’s late and I have work tomorrow, but I still wanted to get it done. I actually love this idea so I might try my hand at drawing it (or something similar) properly.
AND THUS CONCLUDES THE FILL-A-PAGE FEBRUARY CHALLENGE. Oh man, what a month it’s been! Thank you all for your support and encouragement. I couldn’t have done it without you!
Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.
I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).
Me to Me: No one will ever be as perfect at my bias ever they just haven’t noticed me yet so I’m just waiting for my own little cute korean drama scenario where the most perfect person comes into my life and they love me like Jung Joon Hyeong loves Kim Bok Joo and we live happily ever after where the sunset falls on the horizon and I stare into their eyes forever and ever
The first time he sees Jonathan running his hands through Steve Harrington’s hair is a big fucking moment for Will Byers. It’s night, and the boys have set up a super important campaign, while Nancy has agreed to watch them. So she invites over her boyfriends. They watch a movie while the boys play, but then Mike and Will run upstairs for some extra soda.
That’s when Will sees them; sprawled out on the couch together; Nancy curled up next to Jonathan, holding his hand and resting her head in the crook of his neck, and Steve resting his own head against Jonathan’s chest. And Jonathan his literally just playing with his hair.
Will stares, wide eyed, heart pounding in his chest with Mike tugging on the sleeve of his shirt because he had no idea it was okay to touch a boy like that, the way he’s secretly always wanted to touch a boy — but hey, if Jonathan’s doing it, it must be okay, right?
And suddenly this wave of relief comes crashing over him, realising in that moment just how much self-hatred he had been carrying around. He smiles through his tears — beams more like — and turns to Mike. He can’t even speak. It’s okay to like boys it’s okay to like boys holy shit I can touch their hair this is like amazing oh my god—
“Will, come on,” Mike tugs his sleeve one last time, and Will stumbles down the stairs with him.