nineteen twenties

Connection Thirty

Originally posted by thistie

Originally posted by thediogenes

Originally posted by zombiqueen1967

Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four.  Five. Six. Seven. Eight.  Nine.  Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourteen.  Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.  Eighteen.  Nineteen.  Twenty.   Twenty One.   Twenty Two.   Twenty Three.   Twenty Four.   Twenty Five.   Twenty Six.   Twenty Seven.  Twenty Eight.   Twenty Nine.

Sherlock x reader

An American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

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John sat on the couch in his living room bouncing Rosie on his leg. He looked over at Mary with a smile as she brushed her fingers over his hand, she stopped on his wedding ring and he glanced down at it.

“I’m so sorry, John.”

But the voice was wrong, it didn’t belong to Mary. Rosie evaporated like smoke then the room melted away until there was just Mary, standing beside him with that smile. It’s time to wake up.

John pushed off a soft surface and his back hit something solid. The back of a chair. He glanced around feeling the usual deep ache in his chest as he gathered his bearings. His gaze settled on y/n sitting up in her hospital bed, “what?”

Her hand brushed over his hand then her middle finger smoothed over his ring, “I wasn’t really all here before… and when…” her gaze flicked up to his, “I’m so sorry.”

He cleared his throat making doubly sure he wouldn’t sound at all worried about the dry rasp that wasn’t quite yet her voice. “What would you have anything to be sorry about?” He dropped his gaze and forced a laugh, “I’m used to taking care of him by now. I forced him to get some sleep. He was even harder than you were.” His smile faltered when he looked back up, the tear slipping down her cheek and the pain on her face that had nothing to do with her own injuries.

“I’m sorry I… I missed…” She paused and licked her dry lips with a wince, “I wasn’t here… for you. I’m… ”

John gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he lifted the water cup from the table and brought it to her lips tipping just enough for the straw to fall toward her. She sipped and grimaced. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Take it easy.” He glanced at the marks hinting at the damage that used to mar her neck and another hot lash of anger blazed in his chest. She took a few more sips, every one looking easier than the last even though a few more tears coursed down her cheeks. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be here… not then. I…” He could almost feel his fist slamming into Sherlock’s face and he looked away clenching his jaw. “I never want you to see me like that.” He cleared his throat again, “and definitely not Will.”

She squeezed his hand and he looked up at her, the tears in her eyes still building and falling. “I know who you are, John. We all get a little… lost sometimes.”

“So lost you beat the living hell out of your best friend?” John clenched his jaw and backed away, “I’m sorry. I…” His words trailed off and he tried to swallow away the thickness in his throat. He glanced up and saw the confusion bloom into some kind of comprehension. She was very protective of her boys and he used to be one of them but he had a feeling after she found out what happened before he saved Sherlock she might not feel the same.

He dropped his head and let go of her hand already knowing he should leave but as he leaned back, she grabbed his wrist and held him in place. He forced his gaze to meet hers because he deserved every nasty word and awful look she had to give.

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part of me hopes adult harry james potter is knowingly currently apparating here and there and everywhere without a proper apparition license because he never actually got one and no one at the ministry wants to be That Asshole™ that brings it to his attention

sometimes love isn’t meant to last.

sometimes the person you love most in the world will have you pinned against the door by your throat until you apologise for something you never did as blood drips from your nose to the floor like a fountain


but sometimes when you’re nineteen or you’re twenty seven or you’re forty three, someone comes in to your life and makes flowers grow from your lungs and make your soul feel a little lighter.

sometimes you need to experience the most toxic kind of love to know the genuine type when it finally comes around.

baby victor was kind of a dumb jerk, pass it on


Victor blinked and he was somewhere else.

He was still on the ice. But he didn’t know this rink. He blinked again as he looked around. The alphabet of the signs up around the rink told him he was in either Japan or China. He was not quite sure of the difference. He didn’t know more than a few words of either language, so it hardly mattered. There was no one else around, but music was playing from a sound system somewhere. Not the music Victor had just been skating to, preparing for his second season in the senior division - Stravinsky, Rite of Spring, because it was time to prove to his competition that he was only just getting started, that they hadn’t seen anything yet. This was a cheerful little jazzy number. Not Victor’s style: but the minute he thought that he grinned to himself. Nineteen-twenties theme: short hair, girlish pout. Next season. Just to keep them on their toes.

It was playing on repeat. Victor put his hair up into a ponytail and started skating, working it out as he went, using double jumps as placeholders. Someone else might have been worrying about where he was, or what was going on, or how on earth he’d ended up here. Victor decided it wasn’t worth it. No doubt everything would turn out to make sense eventually: and here was the ice, and music playing. Why worry?

He was proved right when someone behind him spluttered loudly and exclaimed, “Victor!

Victor didn’t turn to look. He nearly had this step sequence, and he wanted it to be right. Light and easy syncopation: lovely. Not what anyone expected from him, either. He turned. “Hello,” he said in his best English. Most people spoke some English. “Could you tell me where I am?”


Time travel?” said the boy in the ugly tiger sweatshirt. He’d said it three times now, in three different languages, and he kept making wet-cat faces after he’d said it. He also kept giving Victor sidelong glares. Victor smiled at him, which made him scowl harder.

“That’s what I said,” said the coach. Victor was fairly sure either he or tiger boy was named Yuri. They were talking fast so it was hard to be certain. “Victor told me - that is,” he turned to Victor, “you mentioned this was going to happen. I thought you were joking.”

“I’m a very serious person,” said Victor, smiling.

Tiger boy snorted.

The coach cleared his throat a few times. “Well, uh,” he said, “perhaps we’d all better get some food, then.”

Victor let him get ahead a few paces as he led them out of the rink so he could talk to tiger boy, who seemed to speak Russian. “I didn’t catch your name,” he said.

“You weren’t listening, you mean. I’m Yuri.”

“And your coach is -”

You’re my coach,” said Yuri, glaring at him. Then he looked away and said, “He’s Yuri too. I’m the real Yuri, though.”

“I’m your coach?” said Victor. It was a strange idea. Of course he was not planning to die before retiring, but if he ever thought about it there seemed to be very little difference. What was there but performing, competing, winning? To be a coach seemed to him quite sad. Also, although Russian Yuri was shorter than he was, Victor was fairly sure he was older. “Why do I coach you in Japan, then?” he asked mildly. It felt like inquiring about someone’s distant relative. This life had nothing to do with him. “That seems strange.”

“You could have coached me in Russia like a normal person,” said Yuri. “But no, you had to marry the pig.”

“I - what?” Victor couldn’t have heard that right.

“I said,” began Yuri with a venomous look.

“Ah, here we are,” said other Yuri. Japanese Yuri. Older Yuri. He glanced at them. “Yurio, don’t try to pick fights with Victor,” he said. It had the sound of something said many times before. “Do you want to soak in the spring before dinner? I’d better tell Mari we need to, um, make up a room for Victor.”

“Don’t I have a room?” said Victor.

Japanese Yuri turned slightly red, mumbled something incomprehensible, and disappeared into the depths of the house. Victor blinked after him. A moment or two later a very elderly poodle ambled down the stairs towards him and then sat by his feet, beating her tail rhythmically on the ground. “Makkachin!” Victor said, and crouched to embrace her. Ah, it really was time travel, then. She had lots of grey around her muzzle. “Hello,” he murmured. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Of course you have a room, idiot,” said Russian Yuri. Yurio? It would probably be less confusing that way. “But he’s not going to want you in there if you’re a kid, is he?”

“Mmm,” said Victor, entirely distracted by his beautiful dog. He only got it a moment or two later. “I sleep in his room?” he said.

Yurio favoured him with another unattractive snort. “Of course you do. That’s what I said.”

“No,” said Victor, “you said I married a pig.” It had been quite confusing.

“Well, obviously -”

But the other Yuri came back in, so Victor did not find out what was so obvious. A room had been found for Victor, he said. It would be time to eat soon.

Victor observed Yuri over dinner. He had not bothered really looking at him before. He was - thirtyish, maybe? He was a little chubby; hence Yurio’s pig, no doubt. He had messy hair and glasses and a harried expression. The harried expression, Victor supposed, might have come from having his husband suddenly replaced by a teenager. But he did not look as if being less harried would make him suddenly beautiful. He was not unattractive, but he was not anything special either. He seemed quite ordinary.

Victor, who had been extraordinary since he was a child, could not imagine how he had ended up married to him.

…torture is a really inefficient means of getting information, particularly when magic is available that can twist a person’s loyalties inside-out. Logically, before he was given to Ripley at all, Percy must have been dragged before Sylas and Delilah - the both of them, most likely (as if they would ever be apart.) Maybe there was still blood on their hands, their clothes, the corner of Sylas’s lips; maybe they had cleaned up. Maybe there was blood on Percy, his own or a guard’s or one of his sibling’s.

Delilah waves a hand, fingertips sparkling with purle-black arcane energy, or Sylas steps forward and terrified blue eyes are locked by blood-red, and it’s, “My dear boy, I’m so sorry for the mess. We just need your help with one little thing…”

And maybe Percy hesitates for a second? Uncertainty creeps in, and a lulling chill…

Then our Percy - still brown-haired, nineteen or twenty years old at best, lost his entire family in one night - rolls his nat 20 and stands up straight, glares right back, spits in their faces and snarls with all the carefully enunciated aristocratic pride he has ever learned, “Fuck. You.”

(Delilah slaps him hard across the face, and accepts Dr. Ripley’s offer to try more “conventional” means of getting answers.)

Kpop Russian Roulette

I follow the brilliant @baeksgfriend and she’s quite an advocate for supporting groups, beyond just your favorite, because a lot of talent goes to waste because they don’t get the attention they deserve. So I made this little game.

Pick a number, and you’ll be led to a random video from a group.
Perhaps you’ll find something you didn’t know you liked because you never gave it a shot, so here’s your chance.
Tell me who you got and if you liked it~


ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY ONE
TWENTY TWO
TWENTY THREE
TWENTY FOUR
TWENTY FIVE
TWENTY SIX
TWENTY SEVEN
TWENTY EIGHT
TWENTY NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY ONE
THIRTY TWO
THIRTY THREE
THIRTY FOUR
THIRTY FIVE
THIRTY SIX
THIRTY SEVEN
THIRTY EIGHT
THIRTY NINE
FORTY 
FORTY ONE
FORTY TWO
FORTY THREE
FORTY FOUR
FORTY FIVE
FORTY SIX
FORTY SEVEN
FORTY EIGHT
FORTY NINE
FIFTY

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: Procrastinating because I just made my schedule for next term and I don’t know how to do anything remotely close to studying anymore. 

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get to know me: nineteen/twenty female characters ❤ Katniss Everdeen
“I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.”

Burn

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, fluff (omg I wrote fluff for once???)

Word Count: 1,311 words of pure fluff


Seven days, nineteen hours, thirty four seconds. That’s when you’ll meet them.

Your soulmate.

Seven days, nineteen hours, twenty eight seconds of pure terror and hell, but happiness and excitement. Your eyes kept on flickering over to the bright red numbers over your bed that had appeared on the night of your thirteenth birthday party. Teenage girls who didn’t know much about the whole ordeal of a soulmate and random numbers appearing on your bedroom wall means there was a lot of screaming. Most of it from your friends who were more excited about the fact in nine years, twenty three hours and fifty five minutes is when you’ll be meeting your beloved one.

It seemed surreal. The years had gone so quickly, in a blink of the eye as you could say. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was strange, but the feeling of relief, the feeling of excitement never left as you grew up.

It never occurred to you that in fact the day was only a week away. Nine years had passed so quick. Maybe too quick. Why were you so nervous? It’s just your soulmate…just the person who you’re fated too since the moment you were born, nothing major.


“Hobi, will you stop pacing? I’m going to become cross eyed at this rate.”

Sorry Chim, but- it’s six days away. Six!”

“You’re going to be fine! The person you’re going to meet is supposed to love you and care for you Hobi. You don’t need to be this tense,” Jimin tried to comfort his friend. Hoseok had been a nervous wreck for a month, the entire situation scaring him but exciting him also.

“D-Do I get a present for them?” Hoseok began.

“Um-”

“What do I even get them? I don’t know if it’s a male or a female!”

“Hobi, calm do-”

“What if…what if I get them something, an-and they don’t like it!? What if- what if they don’t like me Jimin?”

“Oh my god, you drama queen! You’re fated to them! Hoseok, they’re going to love you, I know it. They’re your soulmate, of course they’ll love you.” Jimin avoided the mention of glitches, he didn’t need to panic him out even more, but there was no way a ray of sunshine like Hoseok would get or even be a glitch. Fate wouldn’t be that mean…

“Look, if it helps you feel any better, Yoongs and I are total opposites yeah? We still get along, fate made it that way. Your soulmate, doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, I know they’ll be the one for you. I can feel it Hobi. You’re so loveable, so happy, like the sun on Earth, if they don’t love you there is seriously something wrong with them.”

“Thanks Chim, you’re the best,” Hoseok sighed and hugged the shorter one. Jimin’s words comforted him a bit, but the worry was still there. He just wanted those six days to pass quickly so he could meet you, whoever you were.


The day was finally here. The fact that you were going to meet your soulmate hadn’t sunk in at all. How did the week go so fast? How did the years go so quick? How and where the hell were you going to see them…

You sat up in bed and looked over at your clock. 4:41 AM. Damn, it was way too early to be awake right now, but you weren’t able to go back to sleep. Looking up at the red numbers above your bed sent you into more of a panic and nervous wreck than you already were.

One hour and seventeen minutes.

That’s when you’ll be meeting them. Your soulmate.

Hoseok was probably more of a mess than you (but you didn’t know that). He resulted to pacing again. His eyes hurt but that’s only because he stayed awake most of the night, the fact he was going to meet the one person he was fated to had made butterflies grow in his stomach. Hoseok glanced up at the red numbers.

The countdown was on and it made his stomach churn, but a smile appeared on his face. The day he was waiting for since he was twelve, was finally here and nothing could take that away from him. Nothing was able to make this day a total disaster for him because he was going to meet you. Finally, after all these years, he’s going to meet the one person who will keep him happy, stand by his side no matter what. He was going to meet someone who was going to love him unconditionally.

Coffee. That’s what you really needed. Your eyes were threatening to close and you were too lazy to make yourself some warm breakfast this early in the morning. You washed up, grabbed your purse and your phone, putting on a jacket because it was a little chilly, and you headed out to the nearest coffee shop.

You took your time, taking a small stroll through the park as the sun came up calmed you down just that little bit. You smiled, everything looked so beautiful as the pinkish orange sunlight hit the grass, the flowers, the trees, illuminating everything so it had a tinge. You smiled. Even though the cold wind was nipping at your nose and your ears, the rays of the sun and the thought of meeting the one kept you warm.

You decided to head to the coffee shop that you usually attend before work or when you’re too lazy to make breakfast, much like today.

You ordered yourself a hot chocolate because of the cold weather. When it was ready, you took the cup into your hand, instant warmth flooding throughout your body. A notification from your phone made you turn it on as you started heading towards the door to leave.

Hoseok walked into the small coffee shop, it looked like it was the only thing open that early in the morning, it looked comfy, somewhere he could clear his thoughts before he met his soulmate. What Hoseok didn’t expect was to have spewing hot chocolate spilt on his jacket and shirt the second he walked in.

“O-Oh my gosh! I-I’m so sor-” your words caught up in your throat when you looked up to see who you had accidentally bumped into. Shock overtakes both your body and Hoseok’s.

“I-It’s you…” Hoseok whispered. His eyes were wide, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you before in his life. The overwhelming feeling of finally seeing you, after waiting all these years made him feel all giddy inside.

You and Hoseok both felt something pressing against your wrists lightly, causing you to look down and observe what was going on. His name was being carved onto your delicate skin in black writing, almost like calligraphy. The date, the time, and his name were all there.

“Jung Hoseok,” you whispered. Hoseok’s insides felt warm the moment his name left your lips. He couldn’t help but smile at it. Smile at you.

“You-” your eyes drifted up to take a better look at his face, he was beautiful, handsome, absolutely perfect. “Just- wow. Th-This feels, unreal…”

“C-Can I, can I touch you?” Hoseok asks gently, the burning of the hot chocolate having left his mind at this point All he could see was you. All he wanted to hold, to cuddle, to kiss, to love, was you.

“Please.”

Not even a second passed before Hoseok’s hands were cupping your cheek, but they were cold which made you flinch just a little. “Cold,” you pouted.

That pout made Hoseok grin wider if possible. He was going to cherish you until he died, he wouldn’t let you go, he’d love you. He was going to give you his all, he promised himself that.


a/n: ahh hapPY HOSEOK DAY!! this sunshine boy deserves everything istg omg. i hope he’s having an amazing day and i hope he enjoys the concert that is on tonight!

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My mom used to tell me the same thing about porridge, and I also thought it was a gross idea.

I think that I’m portraying Luke in here as too mellow. I think (hope) he’ll be more overtly dark and cranky in the next movie. However, for the purposes of this comic, I’ve got my own ideas about what he’s really up to…

I was recently rereading that cute little survival book where Rey talks about living on Jakku. I enjoy the idea of the dual nature of Rey: a person who is very interested in people, but generally keeps her distance from them because she doesn’t trust them (due to the abuse she’s suffered), and a person who has a lot of confidence in her abilities (more than once she makes remarks that she thinks she’s smarter than most of the other scavengers/positions herself in an adversarial role against them), but also believes she is “no one”. It’s not terribly surprising she would have these ideas, nor do her seemingly conflicting ideas on the world and her place in it ring untrue. People are complicated, often contracting ourselves. However, if Rey has any hope of achieving any of her goals, she’s going to have to learn to trust people again and work with them. And that’s going to be a struggle.

It’s also a really good comparison/contrast to Kylo Ren and the First Order. Kylo Ren clearly has issues cooperating with others (this is what I think his relationship with Hux was made to show) and on another level you also see it with his family: Ben disappears, family unit falls apart, as goes the galaxy. Leia’s alone, Luke’s alone, Ben’s alone. When Han and Chewie appear and join the fight, success happens (destruction of Starkiller) but the gamble to get Ben back on the team fails (he’s still at a point in his journey where he’s Team “Me Me Me”… he can’t see the motivation to think as “Us” yet).

I think that’s why their paths meet, Rey’s and Kylo Ren’s. Also Finn’s, but he’s the most advanced of the three because he realized the First Order wasn’t really a cohesive, structurally sound team so much as a group of people eating each other alive from the inside. 

Ok, I didn’t want to write a meta on this. Just some observations because we do team building stuff at work (tribal leadership blah blah blah) and I started to apply it to Star Wars.

“Remember Who You Are”

Colored pencil on paper.

Part Twenty-Five of my Love in Details” Series (Part One, Part Two, Part Three,Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine,Part Ten,Part Eleven,Part Twelve, Part Thirteen , Part Fourteen , Part Fifteen ,  Part Sixteen  Part Seventeen  Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen , Part TwentyPart Twenty-One , Part Twenty-Two , Part Twenty-Three, Part Twenty-Four).

Had to draw this moment, because this whole scene just killed me. :-) Thanks to @zengoalie for her help today!

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“We took a break to reload my cameras and relax. At that point she grabbed my hand and took me on a quick tour of her recently purchased house. When she first saw the house in Brentwood, Marilyn liked it immediately. She liked the simplicity and the privacy of the property as well as the fact that it was not new but had been lived in by a family with small children. It was a small but charming Spanish style house that was built in the nineteen twenties. The family who lived there decided they needed a bigger home where their children could grow. “I didn’t want a house in Beverly Hills, and I didn’t want a ‘Movie Stars Palace’ she said, "I just wanted a small house for me and my friends.” - Allan Grant 

Good Enough (b1)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight;part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

“Daddy!” Nari exclaimed, sprinting across the room into awaiting arms and squealing with excitement as he scooped her up and spun her around in the air.

This was the reason Sehun loved to come home every day. Walking through the door and being greeted by his beautiful girls, there was no better feeling in the world. He’d found his place in the world – wherever his family was.

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“A Conflicted New Home” Masterpost

Reassigned to Starkiller Base. This was your new home and your assignment was to bring psychiatric counseling to the base, specifically to Kylo Ren. But how could you help him with his emotions when the ones he desires most are the ones that stand against everything you’d ever been taught? It wouldn’t be such a problem if he would cooperate with you. Or if he would just stop looking at you like that.

Ship: Kylo Ren x Reader

Rating: M

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four: Part I

Chapter Twenty-Four: Part II

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One (Tentative END) Epilogue

***오빠 - oppa/older brother (used by girls)

형 - hyung/older brother (used by guys)

잘했어 - good job

a/n: so that’s what he was up to. Btw, I’m deliberately making y/n speak rudely, ok? or at least consistently inconsistent. haha Any guess on those shoujo mangas yet? 

Hamilthings I think about a lot (a living list)

-in Stay Alive, when Washington suggests the new Guerilla tactics, he sounds like he’s disgusted with himself for suggesting they fight dirty (but resigned because he knows well enough it’s the only way to win). The general was a man of honor, and the Guerilla warfare wasn’t his idea at first irl. It goes against his morals
-in Right Hand Man when Washington first tells Burr to leave and shut the door on his way out likely spurred Burr’s bitterness at being left out
-Washington not giving a fuck about Burr in RHM
-I’M GROWN
-GW basically adopted the boys because they were NINETEEN AND TWENTY AND JUMPING IN FRONT OF CANNONS JESUS
-Ham’s casual suicide ideation
-GW’s rhythm schemes in RHM and Meet Me Inside compared to the rest of the show
-why isn’t it mentioned that Hamilton has an Artillery unit after he steals the cannons. Why. He did some badass shit with those men. He crossed the Delaware and helped the victory at Trenton (while sick as a dog and he was still a badass what the hell relax man)
-Lafayette’s character development being highlighted by the complexity of his raps. He starts slow and asking how to says things and goes on to have the best grasp of the language in Guns and Ships
-the Les Mis esque use of motifs through the show
-Battle of Yorktown as a whole
-Stay Alive beautifully captures the misery of the War for the Continental Army

25 DAYS AFTER NEGAN MASTER POST

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Rick and Michonne’s journey back to healing.

DAY ONE
DAY TWO
DAY THREE
DAY FOUR
DAY FIVE
DAY SIX
DAY SEVEN
DAY EIGHT
DAY NINE
DAY TEN
DAY ELEVEN
DAY TWELVE
DAY THIRTEEN
DAY FOURTEEN
DAY FIFTEEN
DAY SIXTEEN
DAY SEVENTEEN
☆ new ☆ DAY EIGHTEEN
☆ new ☆ DAY NINETEEN
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY-ONE
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY-TWO
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY-THREE
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY-FOUR
☆ new ☆ DAY TWENTY-FIVE

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“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One (Tentative END) Epilogue

a/n: tf is wrong with Yoongi. guys. tell me.