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Today is a really special day:
Today is @loneinuyasha​ and my 13th anniversary of being together. ^-^
Thirteen years. Never imagined we’d get this far. We’ve been through a lot. Good, bad, beautiful, ugly, but no matter what we’ve always come back stronger and out of top. And I hope that it continues that way.
            Here’s to Forever, love.May  the road rise to meet us. May the wind be always at our backs. May the sun shine warm upon our faces, the rains fall soft upon the fields. And, In the years that follow, May the Gods hold us in the palm of their hands~<3

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I feel like Dre has a special liking for other red-eyed Sanses, since they come from the same place.

Cereza!!! @ecto-tiddy

anonymous asked:

Do your character(s) have a theme song?

Of corse they do~


Stork: “Counting Stars”- OneRepublic

Reverse: “Kill Everyone”- Hollywood Undead

Nymph: “How To Be A Heartbreaker”- Marina and the Diamonds


I have entire playlists for them, but these are my top picks!


Anon Requested: Can you do an imagine with Frank Iero where neither of you can sleep at night so you just sort of lay together talking about things? this is so vague omg im sorry but go wild?? ily

Idk much about Frank Iero, and his personality but I tried my best so I hope you like it. Oh and I felt like this one should be really fluffy.

I just couldn’t sleep tonight. The moon shone through the curtains and cast a beautiful dull white light that just kept me awake. I lay in bed wondering if Frank was also still awake.

I sit up in my bed and step onto the cold hard wood floors that seemed to glow as the moonlight poured over them. I begin to make my way through the quiet house that I had been sharing with Frank until I found a place of my own. My parents had recently kicked me out of the house because I wasn’t the trophy child that they had wanted. My parents were quite strict and I liked to make my own room. I was the child who was independent and made my own decisions. I had made decisions my parents hadn’t approved of before like getting tattoos and going to concerts but when they found out that I had sneaked out a few nights in a row to attend friends parties that was the last straw. I had called my best friend Frank Iero from the band My Chemical Romance and askedd him if I could stay with him for awhile until I found a job and a place to stay, of course he agreed. 

When I snapped out of my little trance of resenting my parents I found my self at the door of Franks room. I didn’t knock before I entered in fear of waking him if he was asleep. Frank was laying on his bed eyes open when I walked in.

“Can’t sleep either?” I asked startling him. He sat up straight and looked at me shaking his head. I linger in the door way for a bit before he looks up at me again. He tapped a spot on the bed inviting me to sit down. 

“the moon’s really pretty tonight.” I chime in after a bit of silence, not awkward silence but a comfortable one I was almost afraid to break. We’re now both laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling of his room, being showered by thin rays of moonlight being sliced into section by the partially open blinds covering his window. 

“Yeah,” He agrees in a soft voice I never heard him use before. “I don’t remember a time when it was this beautiful.” There was another moment of silence, before I continue to speak.

“Frank,” I say turning to looked at him as he stares at the ceiling. He seemed to glow in the moonlight, all of his features highlighted in a way that made my breath hitch for a moment. I don’t know if I had ever looked at Frank like this before. He was gorgeous. I almost forgot I was going to say something until he looked at me with eyes that seemed to shimmer as they gazed expectantly at me. I sigh shaking off any feeling I just had. “I got a job yesterday." 

"Does that mean…” He seemed disappointed but I shoved it off as my mind playing tricks on me.

“Yeah I’m gonna start looking for a place to stay, and then I’ll be out of your hair. I say giving him a small forced smile. I didn’t really want to leave, but I didn’t want to intrude. He didn’t reply he just turn his gaze back up, and after a few moments of looking at him I let out a small barely audible sigh and do the same. There was more silence but it was no longer a warm comfortable it was now a sad one that chilled my skin. I had this feeling deep in my gut that made me feel as if I were going to cry. I don’t know why I felt such an attachment to Frank all of a sudden, that I had never felt in all my years of knowing him. This feeling had started as a small little something a few weeks ago when I moved in, but it had soon grown into something I didn’t understand. A feeling that made me want to smile and laugh but at the same time burst into tears.

I think we had been sitting in silence for at least 20 minutes before Frank spoke. What he said caught me of guard.

"Stay.” He said with desperation apparent in his voice. We turned to look at each other his eyes filled with sadness his features contorted by a frown.

“I…” Before I could get any words out he cut my off.

“Wait, I want to explain, and if you don’t feel the same I understand and you can leave but I need to tell you. Ever since you moved in I, I just felt something in the pit of my stomach. It was as if this was the first time I got to see you, the real you, and you’re beautiful. I don’t know if this makes sense but you have this aura to you, this sort of glow. You always look so gorgeous. When you’re wearing your big over-sized t-shirts just walking around the house, laughing and being yourself, your-clumsy, goofy, wonderful-self, I can’t help but stare. In those moments your more beautiful then you every were all dressed up with your hair done and your makeup on. These little moments led me to thinking that I want to see you like that more often and that…that I love you, and everything about you.” I was in shock. Is that what that feeling was that I was feeling deep in my gut. I couldn’t speak my body wasn’t functioning, and I was to paralyzed to speak. frank took this as ‘I don’t love you back and began to ramble.

“Oh but if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I still wanna be friends and hang out like we always do. I didn’t mean anything by that, well I did but, you know I…” I cut him off with a kiss. Not a lustful one, but a passionate closed mouth kiss that conveyed the message that I found hard to say just a moment earlier. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it had seemed like forever.

“Oh” he said quietly, and grinned. I nodded a smile spreading across my face. Frank came closer and wrapped his arms around me. I curled up into his side and rested my head on his chest. We booth let out a sigh of contentment.

“I was so afraid that I was going to find a place and leave without telling you how I felt.” I said relieved “but I guess you solved that problem for me.” We both laughed a bit.

“And I was afraid that after I told you you would leave me and never come back.” We both sighed again.

“So guess this means your staying.” Frank said smiling as I nuzzle into his chest a bit more.

“Frankie after what you just said your never getting rid of me.” We both laughed again. “Does this mean I get to meet your band?” I say hopefully pulling my head up to look at him. 

“I guess so.” He says with a chuckle, amused by my sudden change of topic. I let out a small squeak of excitement before kissing him a bit more forcefully this time. When I pull back wee both laugh some more. We spent the rest of the night talking and giggling, wrapped in each others arms. We talked for so long and it felt right like this is where I was meant to be.

When I finally had fallen asleep on Frank’s chest the flashing numbers on his clock indicated that it was 4:39. The last thing I felt before drifting of was Franks lips grazing across my head and the thumping og his heart pounding in his chest.

I kind of threw a little twist in there. I’m sorry if thats not what you wanted. If you want me to redo it just hit me up and say so. Other than that thanks for reading please like and reblog, follow if you want. Please send in some more requests.

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Listen, little girl, if you haven’t noticed there’s some pretty freaked out things on this train. And I, for one, wanna get out of here. I don’t think we stand a chance of doing it alone.


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Then She Was Gone (Chapter One)

Can you do a one shot about being an old member of Panic! before they took off and Brendon talks about you in an interview and gets choked up and all depressed because he had fallen in love with you but never told you before you left. Sorry if its a wierd topic but idk I thought id be cute.

It was toward the end of the most recent Panic! at the Disco interview with Brendon ans Spencer, the boys were hyped. They had already crushed there performance and the interviewer was very pleasant and polite. 

“Okay boys,” the interviewer says with a cute smile that seemed to be contagious because it was spread across each of the members faces, “This is the last question so lets make it count.”  The interviewer looks down to her phone where she is receiving twitter questions for the fans. After a moment of quiet conversations from the band she lets out a little ‘Oh’ and all the boys look up. “Here’s a good one, and remember make it count.” She says with a fake scowl that makes everyone laugh. 

“Okay question from @(any twitter): Is there anything or anyone in the bands history that the fans don’t know about?” The interviewer puts  on a quizzical face with one eyebrow slightly raised higher than the other. There was a moment of silence where Brendon and Spencer look at each other with faces that immediately turn from giddy to solemn. Brendon gave Spencer a small nod that seemed to say something like 'it’s okay i’ll be fine’ before Spencer spoke.

“Well,” Spencer said quite slowly before continuing shooting a glance at Brendon, “There was a female member of Panic! at one point in time.”

“Oh,” the Interviewer said clearly intrigued by this new information. “Can we know more.” She said treading lightly due to the sudden mood change that was apparent in the two boys.

Spencer saw that Brendon still wasn’t ready to talk but gave another nod allowing him to continue. “It was a long time ago, before the band really took off, her name was (Y/N) and well…” Spencer seemed to have lost the word and looked down at his shoes. Then Brendon finally spoke up to finish Spencer’s sentence.

“She was beautiful, and she had the most amazing voice. She liked to play every instrument she could get her hands on, even if she didn’t know how she would teach herself. She was extremely bubbly and outgoing and when she was around you couldn’t help but smile. Oh and her laugh it was gorgeous I’ve never heard someone with a laugh quite as genuine as hers.” Brendon was rambling and had to stop to take a shaky breath to prevent the tears from falling. Spencer saw this and placed his hand on Brendons back and rubbed p and down to comfort him. Brendon just looked at the ceiling then down at his shoes trying to avoid eye contact.

After a few seconds of silence the interviewer spoke up “It sounds like she was very important to you.” She spoke quietly and meekly. Brendon finally found the courage to continue after a second or two and looked up at the interviewer.

“She was, she was always there for me when I needed her. I lived with here for awhile during senior year when me and my parents were in bad terms. She brought happiness and jot to my life when there was only sadness and she kept the band together during a rough patch. Shes the reason we’re here today even if she isn’t with us. She was really important to me and she…she still is,” by this point Brendon was having a hard time speaking without his voice being shaky. “I only wish she was hear today…with us, with the band…I miss her a lot, I…I love her” The last part was said really quiet as Brendon began to sob"But one day she came into rehearsal bruised and crying and before we could ask her what happened she hugged my tight and just said 'I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore’ she kissed me on the cheek and then she was gone. After that I never saw her again no matter how hard I looked, she was gone forever. I never even got to tell her why didn’t I tell her.“ At that moment he completely broke down while Spencer held him and comforted him. All was quiet except for Brendon’s sobbing and the occasional 'why’ or 'I should’ve told her’.  

"Oh god I’m sorry.” Brendon apologized to the interviewer in between sobs. Unlatching from Spencers side.

“No honey I should be the one apologizing I really shouldn’t have asked.” The interviewers face was full of sorrow as she grabbed Brendons hand and stroked her thumb over his soothingly. 

“No, No they deserve to know.” Brendon said tears finally subsiding a bit. “I really would give anything to see her again.”

Hey Babes I actually really like this one and want to continue this so if you want a part two like. How about 10 notes for a second chapter. Thank you for reading, and I love you.

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