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this shirt is about ten years old and I had to chop off the sleeves but damn..Trent’s music still takes me back and makes me feel happy that I’m in such a better place than I was back then. I was so hopeless back then and now..well I couldn’t be happier. Some things are perfect but my simple little life with my husband and doggo makes me feel like my heart glows. 

I was unsure whether to call this a follow forever or a fic rec post, since it is somewhat a combination of both? Shit, I don’t know. But I reached the 3,000 follower milestone today and honestly, I cannot thank all of my readers enough. I know I always say that I write for myself, because I do – but every single one of you helps me to push on and pursue my writing dreams with your wonderful comments, likes and reblogs. There is no feeling greater than seeing your personal opinions on my pieces, no matter if it is a detailed review, or if it is incoherent, caps lock screaming.

Thank you for supporting me, whether you have been here from the very beginning of my persona journey, or if you have only just discovered me now. I think, throughout all of my blogs, I have never created a follow forever so I believe now is about time that I show some appreciation back to the writing community of the BTS fandom. They never cease to amaze me, and I am absolutely positive they will floor the rest of you whom may have not happened upon some of these incredible writers just yet.

As a writer, your greatest source of inspiration, support and encouragement can not only come from your readers, but your fellow writers. Thus, this post is dedicated to my favourite writers who have always, without a doubt, left my hands overflowing with infinite inspiration and have left me awestruck, laughing from the pit of my belly, and even in tears at times over their phenomenal works. Feast your eyes!

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THE TWELVE DAYS OF THE ZODIAC SIGNS

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY ARIES GAVE TO ME

A cherry bomb on my doorstep.

ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TAURUS GAVE TO ME

Two nasty glares and one stubborn streak.

ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY GEMINI GAVE TO ME

Three (hundred) open tabs, two chemical experiments, and one debate.

ON THE FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY CANCER GAVE TO ME

Four empty boxes of tissues, three boxes of cookies, two personalities, and one I Heart Mom tattoo.

ON THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY LEO GAVE TO ME

Five temper tantrums, four purrs, three whines, two cuddles, and one big argument.

ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY VIRGO GAVE TO ME

Six cleaning wipes, five nags, four diet plans, three bottles of bleach, two garbage bags, and one toilet scrubber.

ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY LIBRA GAVE TO ME

Seven changed minds, six bathroom breaks, five credit card bills, four designer brands, three drunk texts, two lovers, and one broken heart.

ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY SCORPIO GAVE TO ME

Eight death threats, seven pocket knives, six questionable website links, five craigslist ads, four disposable phones, three encryption codes, two broken bones, and one wild night.

ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY SAGITTARIUS GAVE TO ME

Nine spider species, eight drunken stupors, seven bank robberies, six albums of The Doors, five philosophical quotes, four arsons, three existential crises, two tears, and one stupid smile.

ON THE TENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY CAPRICORN GAVE TO ME

Ten to-do lists, nine screams, eight coupons, seven chores, six bouts of passive aggressiveness, five silent treatments, four sarcastic remarks, three sneers, two eye rolls, and one migraine

ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY AQUARIUS GAVE TO ME

Eleven conspiracy theories, ten questionable tattoos, nine mind games, eight robotic expressions, seven fake feelings, six unfinished projects, five invention ideas, four lab coats, three feelings, two cryptic texts, and one brutally honest statement.

ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY PISCES GAVE TO ME

Twelve prescription drugs, eleven glitter bottles, ten personal issues, nine booty calls, eight dead plants, seven knitted blankets, six odd fantasies, five “it’s not my fault!”, four stolen necklaces, three therapists, two art projects, and one true friend.

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First time: Andy Biersack Imagine 

 "What in the world?“ You laughed. Your eyes scanned the room you shared with your boyfriend, Andy Biersack, and laughed at the various amounts of clothes scattered around the bedroom. "Andy? What’s going on?” Andy stepped out of the closet with worries eyes, “I can’t find anything to wear!” You were confused. “Why do you need something special to wear?”—“because y/n, this is the first time I’m meeting you parents and what if they don’t like me! I don’t know what I’d do with myself.” He told you. You knew Andy was sort of scared to meet your parents, but didn’t know it was to this extent. You stared at his beautiful face and noticed his piercings were out. You sighed and looked around, spotting them on the dresser. Grabbing them and holding them out to him, “Don’t speak. Put these on and I’ll find you something to wear okay?” He was going to begin to protest, but you walked away before he could. 

In the closet, you grabbed him a black t-shirt and black jeans and threw them out the closet, hitting Andy in the face, laughing after the impact. “Sorry! But seriously, you have nothing to worry about! For god sakes, I’m in a t-shirt I’ve had since high school!” On the ride there, Andy couldn’t keep still. He played with the radio, tapped his fingers, and his attention would divert from one to to another. The worry in his eyes grew again once you parked in the drive way of your parents house. “Andy, they’re not going to hate you. My sister has nine tattoos, one of them incredibly stupid, but she has them!” You joked.

 He smiled and you smiled too because that smile was the one you fell in love with. “Even if they did hate you, I love you and there’s nothing or no one that can come between that.” You were standing at the front door, hand in hand. You squeezed his hand a little to let him know he was going to be okay. The door swung open and your dad automatically brought both of you into a hug. “Y/N! Andy! Bout time!” He joked. “Come on, moms in the kitchen.” You followed your dad into the kitchen where your mom was cooking. 

“Y/N! Oh, and you must be Andy! You were right Y/N. What a handsome one you are.” Your face turned red and you heard Andy chuckled beside you. You looked up at him as he grinned widely, “scared still?” He looked down at you and kisses your forehead, “not anymore. I have you by my side."