“In Bed”, 1878 - Federico Zandomeneghi, Italian (1841 - 1917)

morning

Traditional Country Style, 1991

here's how the final chapter will actually be peak

akaashi who works very hard to get muscle references for udai’s manga!! ù_ú⭐️ (why does he keep travelling to osaka to get them, tho??)

after a tearful hug from your maid of honor, she returns to her seat so bakugou can approach the mic set up next to you and izuku’s table for his own speech, his hands in his pockets.

he clears his throat, then surprises literally nobody by starting with, “m not real big on public speaking.”

a laugh ripples through the crowd of your family and friends.

“so i’m just gonna let deku do all the talkin.”

you turn to izuku with a curious look, half expecting him to stand up, but he only shrugs in response, a divot between his brows as he shakes his head a little. there’s some rustling as bakugou withdraws his cellphone and takes a moment to scroll through it, as if hundreds of people aren’t watching him with dubious expressions.

but then, izuku’s voice crackles through the speaker. “hey, kacchan! you’re probably still on patrol, but i just...”

izuku’s voice is muffled by traffic, the wind, and his own heavy breaths as he walks through it, but even as a few words get lost to the noise, it becomes unmistakably clear that he is describing your first date.

where you ate, how you wore your hair, the way you tilted your head to show you were still listening when he started to babble — and how that only made the babbling worse.

“and i know i’m doing it again now, so i’m gonna hang up, but i just wanted to tell someone — tell you, i mean — that i think... i might’ve found the one.” his laugh is somewhere between bewildered and embarrassed. “that sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

you turn back to your husband with a slack jaw and stinging eyes. his face is vermillion, but his smile is unrestrained.

deku is literally just as competitive as bakugo he just hides it behind his big goofy smile and disney princess eyes

ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.

Happy Birthday Izuku!! 💚💚

i was waiting for this head leaning in the episode but it turned out to be just pedro and bella being father and child themselves