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Early Morning Soup

Hi hi everyone, i am absolutely delighted to announce @jaggedarchetypes wrote a piece based on this comic and its?? so good??? and once again im absolutely at a loss for words & im so very touched oh my god?? please read it under the cut he captured the feeling so well!!!!

For one who felt so exhausted, actual rest sure seemed to allude Hanzo Shimada. Midnight had him tossing and turning, one AM had him pacing, two AM had him outside jogging and walking, and three AM had him resigned to the fate of another sleepless night. But at least, if not a relaxed mind, his exercise had worked up a sizable appetite.

By three fifteen, Hanzo was showered, and by three thirty he was glaring tiredly into a pot. He’d sampled his soup perhaps a dozen times, but the flavor stubbornly refused to be like the one of his childhood. So, Hanzo sent out a text. Then one more, just for good measure.

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You know what I want? 

I want Emma and Killian to get stuck with Neal for an entire day.

And at the end of it, after David and Snow pick him back up, they both collapse on the couch (as much as she loves her brother, he is a bit of a tiny tyrant) and Killian’s like, “Well, that was quite the adventure.” And Emma’s reply is, “Yeah. Good practice too.”

Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 23)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+. Small spoilers for an event common to Yoosung, Seven, and Zen’s routes.

This took me a weirdly long time to write; I kept getting distracted, lol. …Also I should be studying for a midterm but hey, no one said I did things in the right order  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You stir the last drops of your coffee around the bottom of your mug, your spoon clanging loudly against the ceramic. Perhaps if you don’t finish your drink, they won’t tell you to leave when the café closes… which is in ten minutes. You put your face in your hands, peering out from between your fingers at the table. There’s some sugar left on the wooden surface from where you’d spilled it before adding it to your coffee. The granules quiver slightly whenever you jostle the table, which is a lot because one of its legs is shorter than the others.

“Miss?” It’s the young man behind the counter. “We’ll be closing in a few minutes.”

You grab hold of the handle of your mug again. “Yes, thank you,” you say, not really looking at him. You’re the only person left in here – why wouldn’t you be, at this hour? Who, besides you, would be hiding out in a café alone in the middle of the night? “I’ll be done in just a moment.”

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Thank you all for the notes and shares! <3 Believe me, I wish this was a real game as much as any of you! I have it all sorted out, I’m ready to go - just lacking the programming skills…oh, and the actual rights to make it happen. ;D But here are some concepts for Act I, part 2 - where the heat is real. literally!

Part 2 of 4: Here are the descriptions/mission for each game:

  • Wait for It: It’s not an easy uphill climb for Aaron Burr as he battles royalists and faces the ghosts of his past. The clock is running but beware: only patience and strategy will win you the game!
  • Battle of Monmouth: Charles Lee has messed up! Take over the lead as Lafayette and fight your way across in the hundred degree heat!
  • DUEL! John Laurens vs Charles Lee: Help Laurens defend Washington’s honour. Take ten paces and face your opponent!
  • Cut Scene: History has its eyes on you!
  • Yorktown, 1781, Level 1 - Hamilton: Take the bullets out your gun! Get up close to the action as you cut you way into the British redoubt!
  • Not Throwin’ Away My Shot: Complete each battle before unlocking the next player and level.
  • Spy on the Inside: That’s right - HERCULES MULLIGAN!!! Steal the British government’s secret plans and smuggle the information to your brother’s revolutionary covenant.
  • Cut Scene: What comes next?
  • Dear Theodosia: Fighting for them is all well and good, but have you tried feeding, entertaining and changing your babies? Play as both Burr and Hamilton, simultaneously. GOOD LUCK, NEW DADS!
  • He’s Just Non-Stop!: Can Burr keep up to Hamilton’s relentless pace to the top? Find out in this race. It’s non-stop!

Full series: || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 …And Peggy! || 

@linmanuel #yayhamlet!

Got7: You Grabbing Them When You're Scared

This shy boy would probably be surprised at first. He wouldn’t say anything about it, but his ear would turn red. He’d just keeping walking with you and hope you wouldn’t let go. Maybe say something after the fact.
“Are you okay, y/n?” he asks quietly. You look up at him, now realizing that you’ve had a hold of his arm for almost ten minutes. Your face seems to flush instantly as you let go.
“Sorry!” you say quickly. “I really didn’t mean to do that.”
“No, no! It’s alright! It’s kinda nice actually…”

He would probably feel a small sense of accomplishment that you think you can turn to him for protection. He would just give you a goofy smile and pull you closer and keep walking.
“It’s alright, y/n. I’ll protect you,” he tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You blush and hit him lightly. “Shut up…”

Let’s be honest, if YOU were scared, he probably was, too. You’d both grab for each other and end up holding hands. You’d both stare at each other before you start laughing.
“Oh my god,” you say almost crying because you’re laughing so hard. “Who could imagine that the great Jackson Wang is a scaredy cat?”
“You were scared, too!” he says back. You both continue on holding each other’s hands.

Just seeing you going to him when your scared would make his heart flutter. He’d just kiss your head and hold your hand.
“You’re cute when you’re scared,” he says gently.
You blush deeply and push your hair behind your ear and walk a little straighter trying to hold onto your dignity.
He laughs and doesn’t bring it up again, his hand still holding yours.

This actual ray or sunshine would probably let out his trademark laugh. He would kiss your hand and hug you tight. Then apologize for embarrassing you.
“Aww, y/n. Don’t be upset. I didnt mean to embarrass you!”
“Youngjae-ah~! Keep your voice down. You aren’t helping,” you respond.
He just smiles and kisses you head.

He would most likely just wrap and arm around your waist and not even mention anything because he wouldn’t want to embarrass you. The only problem is the big smile on his face which completely gives it away.
You swat at his arm.
“Jagiya! What was that for?”

He would avoid mentioning it because he may or may not have fliched, too. Because he is so merciful in his avoiding the topic, you pretend that you didn’t feel his hold on your hand tighten. You just continue on with the conversation you had been having before.

see that’s my problem, I get addicted. I watch one show of a a season and I’m hooked, I have to finish it, in the shortest about of time possible. I sit down and read a book and I have to finish it all in a few hours without stopping, because I have to soak up every word on every single page, and not a page can go unread. I like to take it all in, I have to take it all in. it was no different with you, but I promised myself it would be. I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached but here I am, craving you and your presence after ten months of missing you, ten months of facing your absence and yet if you came back, my addiction would not falter, I would still be so stuck on you. and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I get stuck on every one I meet and I really should come with warning labels but how can I warn anyone when I’m silent? when I love so silently while my mind is screaming “don’t let them go” “they’re leaving you.” “you love them so fucking much.” and it screams, but I’m silent and I want you back, and I want to not be so stuck on you and I want so many things but for fucks sake I want to be rid of you, I want your toxin drained from my body so my bones are no longer surrounded by poison but by love, but the thing about addiction is you never see how deep you are in until it’s too late, and you never see the toxins because they are disguised by good, and that’s you. and I’m addicted to storms and sunshine and books and coffee and poetry and so many other beautiful things and yet somehow, you’re my worst one, and somehow you’re the only trivial one I’ve got stuck on. I’m so stuck on you.
—  I miss you please come back // ig writingmyself