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Some ass: "Ghost fucking sucks now and I'm not gonna support them anymore!!"

Me:

Originally posted by udislove

The Past and Present

“Uncle Wilford! Uncle Wilfo~ord!” A little dyed red head and a pretend crown bobbed around a table corner to meet a lounging pink mustachioed fellow of considerable silliness looking at a very sharp knife. The two children looked quite excited and the man’s interest was piqued. He smiled, mustache lifting slightly, and waggled his eyebrows.

“Well then, Yan and King, whatcha need, hm?” Wilford put away his knife, sitting himself up and over to get down to the pair’s level. Yandere presented an old Polaroid picture, looking quite excited. Wilford recognized it immediately furrowing his brows and lightly taking it from the child’s grasp. “Where’d you two find this?” His dark brown eyes never left the photo.

“Yan and I found it in the attic when we were looking for Rufus!” King answered with enthusiasm. The peanut butter on his face dripped down onto the carpet, and normally Wilford would ‘punish’ him by giving him the tickle fight of his life. But the man was currently lost in memory with a small half smile on his lips. He suddenly looked up, eyebrow raised.

“Who’s Rufus?” Wilford looked between the two, a little bewildered.

“He’s a squirrel,” Yan answered. Wilford nodded, looking around the room like something was watching him. He lifted the picture, smiling at them both.

“Well this certainly was a find. I thought it had been lost,” Wilford clicked his tongue, lifting the photo for further examination. “I wonder if Dark still remembers this…” King suddenly snorted. Wilford looked down at him. “Got somethin’ up your nose, your majesty?”

“No!” King giggled into his hand, getting peanut butter all over it. “Why did uncle Dark look like that?” Wilford looked at the photo.

“You mean his sense of style has changed?” This remark got an outburst of laughter from the two. Wilford chuckled, himself. “Well, I would think it was because he wanted to keep up with the ‘aesthetic’ of being,” Wilford rolled his eyes and lifted his hands to form quotation marks, “'Darkness’. Really it was just him brooding,” Wilford shook his head. “He was certainly odd, still is. You know he still wears those band tee-shirts?” The kids looked shocked. Wilford was practically bubbling with laughter.

“How come we’ve never seen them!!” Yan shouted, King nodding in vigorous agreement.

“It’s because he thinks he can keep it a secret. But ol’ Wilford Warfstache has known him much longer than anyone else here! And no secret of his is safe with me. Here, I’ll prove it. Follow me.” The pink mustachioed man stood up, beckoning the children to follow him out of the room and into the large halls of the building they all shared. Wilford brought his knife back out, smiling like Yan and King after being slipped some candy.

“Oh Darkie~

“Wilford how many times–”

“Yeah, yeah! Just come over here! I think I’ve finally figured out a solution to taking over the channel,”

Oh really? Why do I not believe you?”

Just come here!

A flash of metal and a small pop of buttons had the entire hall in pause and silence. A soft ringing began to sound itself off, but it was long forgotten when the sounds of laughter filled the halls. Dark’s teeth were grit and he looked very angry. His hands were gripping his dress shirt to try and hide what was underneath, but it was too late.

“I told you he still wore em!” Wilford grinned, laughing along with the two children. They were practically rolling on the floor. Dark’s eyes flashed to Wilford.

“Is this the game we’re going to play?” Dark suddenly smiled, folding his hands behind his back to reveal even more of the shirt. His eyes were narrowed. “Then I suppose the children would like to know that your mustache has literally taken years to grow?” Wilford’s eyes widened and suddenly the two were grasping the other’s clothing, glaring daggers at each other.

“That’s not true!”

“Oh really? Then what would happen, say by some accident, it was suddenly shaved off tomorrow? You could easily grow it back, right Wilford?

“You better not, emo boy!

I am not an emo!

“THEN EXPLAIN THE SHIRTS UNDER YOUR SUIT!”

“I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO YOU! I THINK AFTER ALL THESE YEARS EVERYONE DESERVES TO KNOW WHY YOU DYE YOUR MUSTACHE!

HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SUCH SLANDER, BLACK PARADE!

“UNCLE WILL AND DARK!!!”

WHAT?!?

“You two are dorks” Yan said. He and King both grinned.

“But you’re our dorks!” They both ran forwards, hugging the two men that were still grappling each other.

“Don’t touch me”

“Maybe a little love is what Brood needs, kids” Wilford grinned. Dark snarled.

WILFORD!!!

Inspired by a post I saw about Dark still wearing band tees

4

Listen up. Got some bad news. There is a patrol set for tonight – so far, Speirs wants McClung–

Respect

You know, it’s ridiculous that so many people disrespect band members of the same band they love. Whether you love a specific member in BTS, Exo, Got7, Super Junior, or whatever, they’re all bands whose members have worked so hard to get to where they are.

They take so much time out of their lives, they took time out of their personal lives for us, and you’re disrespecting them?? Just because you don’t like how that member looks or does things.

They’re still a part of a band that you said you Love. And if you truly loved the band, you would love all the members.

It’s understandable that we all have that 1 member that we really really like, but that doesn’t mean you can go trash talking another member!

Without all of them, they wouldn’t be the same band that you love. And even IF they would have left, you should still respect all the members and cheer them on through all of their hardships.

Because they’re doing this for us. They’re committing to their work for US.

So please, let’s spread the love to everyone. Not just one person.

anonymous asked:

Could you please do Number 1 with yoongi?

PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME (YOONGI ANGST)

{Y/N breaks up with Yoongi in the middle of the night, but why?}

I took in a deep breath and held it for as long as I could. If I let go of my breath I would surely lose my composure. I let of of my breath when it was too much to bear and leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly. I tucked my head into my knees, trying to soothe the ever throb in my head. I wanted it all to stop, I wanted to stop hearing his voice. I wanted to stop picturing his face, devastated, hurt, betrayed. “Make it stop. Make it stop. I don’t. I don’t love him.” After minutes of talking myself down from the threatening anxiety, I feel like I’m ready to do this. I stand up and trudge up the stair well to his apartment.

i reach the door. My clammy hands pound on the door ruffly. A minute later, a groggy Yoongi opens his door, startled and rubbing his eyes. I almost forgot it was practically 4am. “Y/N?” He says gruffly. “What are you doing here? Come in babe, is everything all right.” He reaches out to pull me inside but I instinctually step back, out of his reach. “No. It’s not fine. I need to talk to you.” I say, bitting the inside of my lip a bit to keep it from quivering. Yoongi looks at me now, his attention peaked. “What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping towards me again. I step back and I imagine the look of hurt in his eyes with my own glued to the floor. “I was sitting on my bed tonight, going through pictures of us. I saw our trip to the island. The first say we met when I asked for a photo with you. I saw that photo we took at my family reunion in January. When I was looking at the photos, I realized that I don’t love you. I saw it in this one specific photo. We were at the grocery store, a frickin grocery store and I’m pushing the cart and you’re picking up a box of cereal and asking me if we should get that one and Cameron is talking the photo. The picture is so ordinary in setting and shot but the way you look at me in that photo- You just, you’re looking at me like I’m art. Which I’m not. I’m far from it. But you, it’s like you see me as something I’m not. You’re eyes were narrowed and you are barely smiling but there’s just this energy flowing off of you towards met hat i can feel even through my stupid screen. Were in a fucking grocery store buying cereal! I look like a mess, my hairs in a bun with a bandana and I’m wearing some stupid baggy band shirt but you’re still looking at me like I’m a brand new world!” I take a breath and look up at Yoongi to see that he is staring at me just the way he did in the photo. “I don’t understand, Y/N.” He whispers.

“I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t know what love is and I’m not ready to find out.” 

Yoongi runs his hands through his hair, rolling his neck. “Y/N you aren’t making any sense. Love is us. It’s literally us! You and me, we,” Yoongi hold me by my arms, searching my eyes for any form of doubt. “It’s when you say my name, Y/N. When I feel your presence and when, when. God, Y/N. I don’t understand where this is coming from. Please don’t leave me.” Yoongi is blinking rapidly, trying to hold back the gleam in his eyes threatening to spill. I shake my head stonily. “No, Yoongi. I’m sorry but, this just doesn’t feel right anymore. I feel like I’m forcing myself to feel things that don’t come naturally for me. I’ve been feeling like this for a while. I din’t know what it was but now I know, I don’t love you.” I look deeply into his eyes as I say this.  Yoongi instantly drops his hands from my arms and lets me go. He nods his head, butting his lip so hard it looks like he is smiling. He shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips and walks back into his apartment shutting the door. 

Only when I’m out of the building do I allow myself to cry. I’m in so much pain it hurts to breathe, to think. I get inside the black car waiting outside for me and am greeted by the woman.

“You did the right thing Y/N.” She says, looking at me through the rear-view mirror. “I told you, you’re an anchor on Yoongi’s sail. If he wants to make it in this business. Publicity is everything, he’s gotta have the right people beside him.” I nod my head in understanding. 

“There’s ten thousand in the envelope next to you. Take it.” She says. I scoff, wiping my tears. “I didn’t do this for money, I did this to protect him and you know that. I’ll be leaving now, you won’t have to see me ever again. Unless you’re agency screws him over, than I’m coming for you.” 

I hop out of the car and slam the door shut. I turn the alley right when I hear the apartment door swing open. I lean against the wall and see Yoongi run past me, yelling out my name. It takes everything in me not to respond. To run after him and beg him to forgive me for saying I didn’t love him because I do. It’s because I love him that I have to set him free. 

A/N

Hey thanks for reading! I just want to thank all of our followers for being so kind and supportive :) I love you <3 I wanted to get to know you guys a bit. What are your favourite movies? Mine is Midnight in Paris (I liked it before Tae mentioned it so I was really excited to hear he enjoyed it too!) Let me know :) I love movies and am dying to hear from you guys. Also, Bias? Mine is Chimchim :)

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A/N2: For those of you who read Fate, yes, the vintage clock in this fic is the same one. *wink*

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

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Kingdom (Modern!Au)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Requests:  Can you do an imagine where someone from the avengers (don’t really care who) cheat and the reader walks in on them, so she leaves him? (Request summary modified to avoid any spoiler about the shot.)

AND 

Hello there! may i request bucky angst with numbers 2 and 12? (where bucky cheats on the reader ooohh make it angsty yes yes :D) From the prompt list.

“You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?”

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Warnings: ANGST

Words: 3676

A/N: Joined my second request with this drabble request because they were pretty similar. Hope you like some heartache!


Originally posted by pandasubaru

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She wasn’t a princess, but she somehow managed to find her prince. She never asked for one, neither did she waited for him. In fact, she rather focused more on herself, which meant leaving everything that could hurt her behind, no matter what she could lose at the process.

But his dreamy eyes, cheeky smile and smooth moves got her captivated like a lost sailor at the sound of the mermaid’s damned voices. So she let him in, you let him in. Opened the doors, welcoming his presence with a heart which had enough warm saved to love him with all the passion and will reserved for that special person, because, let’s be honest, he was the one. And maybe he will ever be.

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A/N: ughhhh im a sap, sorry hope you guys like this fluffy oneshot, trying to get back into things, also thanks @fanfictionauthoress for the idea 


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