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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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happy birthday boo♡
#LovelyBOODay #부승관_쇵일축하_허염쩌

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Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews, Make-A-Wish - Lauren (x)

happy birthday (a day late) to the most amazing @musainrules! this is for you <3

who in naga’s name let me draw this

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/USE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

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Happy Birthday Oikawa Tooru!!!✨✨✨

May you have all the volleyballs and milk bread because you sure deserve them beloved sweet summer child _(:3」∠)_!!!

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A throwback to a few of the Spartan relatives that I got to meet when I picked her up:
1. La-Min-So’s Sweet Lady “Nita” (her aunt, 13yo at the time!) 2. La-Min-So’s Count On Me “Felix” (Nita’s son) 3. Puppy Mela’s Iza (Sparta’s mother)
4. La-Min-So’s O-bla-di O-bla-da “Nomi” (Nita’s granddaughter) 5. DK N Ch N vCh La-Min-So’s Bliss of the Meadow “Nikki” (Sparta’s half-sister)
6. Baby “Ace” La-Min-So’s Ladies Knight (Nikki’s son, now also NJW-15 and DK PL Ch) and 7. The Baby Spartacus herself!

I can imagine the wasteland would be dark. And I mean REALLY dark. No light pollution, no towns, a vast empty expanse long beyond the point where campfires and torchlights would flicker. The most you’d get on moonless nights is the silhouette of broken cliffs and hills rising against the greyed backdrop of stars.
And in this black emptiness of night, you hear something moving nearby.
Against your better knowledge, you turn on your Pip-boy light, a light that lets you see but flashes your presence up like a flare.
But that’s now the least of your worries.