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MAKE A MEME GO!!

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

HELP GET BTS ONTO THE SUMMERFEST STAGE OF 2018!

SUMMERFEST IS LOCATED IN MILWAUKEE WI AND IS ACCLAIMED TO BE THE WORLD’S LARGEST MUSIC FESTIVAL

THEY HAVE MUSIC LINEUPS EACH YEAR HOWEVER, NONE OF THEIR LINEUPS ARE INTERNATIONAL

PLEASE HELP PETITION TO GET THIS AWARENESS UP FOR OUR BOYS AND GET THE ENTERTAINMENT CENTER’S ATTENTION!!

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THIS WHOLE SCENE WHERE CHARLES GETS PUT IN THE TEMPLAR ORDER THOMAS HAD SUCH A DORK LOOK AND I REGRET NOT GETTING A BETTER PICTURE

but the top one can become another meme omg

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Little Rook [Jacob Frye x Reader]

Warning: slight NSFW; A/N: i just wanted to say, i had this idea of Jacob requesting for little rooks to his wife (the reader) because it would be adorable and i can see him calling his children little rooks. ----- The first time that Jacob Frye approached you with the idea of having a baby, was during your second year of marriage together. He had gripped the brim of his top hat and sheepishly looked down at the floor while mumbling out a request of what he wanted. Of course, his mumblings caused you to arch a brow and press to him that he speak up. His exact words were, "I want you to provide me a little rook." This caused you to freeze in your tracks and stand upright before looking at him with small worry. "As in.... a baby? Your little baby?" You questioned curiously, turning your back to his massive frame. Your hands were nimble, working on gently cutting the bread for this evening. "Yes," he confirmed a bit more confidently, leisurely strolling over to you and making sure to pin his body flush to yours. "Our little baby," he breathed against the soft shell of your ear, your body tingling with excitement when his hot breath fanned over your skin. The heat and soft lips that melded into tender flesh caused your heart to stutter and your breathing quickened. Your eyes were wide and cheeks flushed red. London was safe from Blighters... "Okay... We can try for a little rook," you relented, hearing him chuckle with joy and he swept you up and into his arms bridle style. There, he carried you from the small kitchen and up the wooden stairs and to your shared bedroom. Of course, Jacob wanted to be 100%+ sure that you were going to be pregnant. So, before the two of you even decided to make sure to get a check up any time soon, he made sure to bed you every chance he got almost each day. This exhausted you more than you thought, but it was quite exciting nonetheless. In fact, almost every single time he spiced it up a bit differently than the last. Which is where you two were now. His teeth lightly nibbling along the soft curve of your throat with eyes half lided, and one of your legs lazily half wrapped around the masculine waist of his. He was propped on his forearms, hips lazily rocking in and out of you and listening to your mewls and whimpers whenever the tip of his length scraped against the tender flesh within. Eventually, he slipped a hand between the two of you and gently rubbed, causing your body to writhe and fingers to claw down the curve of his spine. "Jacob- I-!" You gasped, eyes rolling back and body convulsing as you were sent over the edge and caused a chuckle to erupt from his chest. It didn't last for long however, his own moan interrupting his movements and hips stilling as he slowly released the warmth within before he breathlessly leaned above you. "Yes love?" He jokingly asked you between puffs of breaths, gently kissing your eyes as they fluttered close. "I'm expecting a little rook," your murmured to him, placing a kiss on the scar over his jaw and causing his head to rear back. At first, you felt a bit hurt his head moved away, but then you saw the twinkle in his hazel gaze and the excitement returning once again. "My little rook?!" He asked like a child on Christmas Day, face nearly splitting in half from his raw joy. "Your little rook," you hummed, stifling a yawn and causing another 'squeal' of joy to escape your husband. "Im gonna have a little rook!" He cheered as he pulled out of you. From that point onward, it was easy; until your hips had adjusted slightly and belly swollen that you were sure you had twins. Your toes wriggled, hand placed protectively over it and humming as you ate a grape from the local market. You were reading a book, a cat languidly moving before it opted to crawl up the nightstand beside the bed and gently pad around your massive belly to inspect it yet another time. Slowly, it set its paw on your belly before gently purring and brushing its face along its skin, causing you to giggle and be distracted by your small lover. Jacob was out helping the Rooks over in Westmeister; apparently some loyal Blighters managed to pop up again and cause havoc amongst the people there. So, you were left in your shared home alone with nothing but a book and cat to keep you company. The autumn breeze warmly drifted through the room, and your brows furrowed as motherly intuition spoke up. Slowly, the pain started. It was a small tingeing contraction that you could easily overlook, but over time it grew worse and worse until your water broke. By the time the official contractions started, the sun was setting and Jacob was still nowhere in sight. You needed someone- anyone really as sweat broke out over your skin and body stilled as it tried to get this small being out of you. "____?" You heard someone call, your teeth gritted and eyes squeezing shut as your grip on the book and sheets tightened. Your knuckles turned white, an agonized cry escaping into the air and causing whoever it was to burst through the door. It was Evie, accompanying her was Henry, and the two went wide eyed when they saw you. "______!" Evie cried in fear, running over to your side and pulling out a hankerchief to gently wipe the sweat away. "I'm going to grab a doctor Evie- I'll be back," Henry announced, his body turning and swiftly leaving the way he had come. "Where's my brother? Why isn't he here with you?" Evie pressed as you whimpered out in pain. Fear gripped you; where was your husband? Was he okay? Was he lying in a puddle of his own blood, dying in the streets? Did he even... make it in the cruel fists of the Blighters? "He went to settle a skirmish between Rooks and Blighters earlier today.. he hasn't returned," you cried out, distress causing another wave of violent contractions to convulse through you. A sob escaped your lips, Evie gripping your hand in place of her brother and a worried look forming in her eyes. "I've returned with the doctor and a wet bowl and towel," Henry declared as he erupted into the room with his guest and items he claimed he had in his hand. He ran over to your other side, gently wringing out the towel before smoothing it over your heated forehead. The doctor felt like he was taking hours to help push out the baby, your cries of pain not really too pleasing on the ears. It caused Evie to go in distress, wanting to help remove the pain but unable. So she gripped your hands and murmured soft encouragements, Henry helping do the same until finally- A wail echoed off the walls and the sound of a door being slammed open downstairs being drowned out. Sweat was beading down your neck and face, the towel gently wrung out yet again as Henry and Evie praised you and your work on birthing the child. The child was being cleaned and cared for by the doctor, the door to your bedroom being shoved open. Jacob had wide hazel eyes, hair that was already in a disarray even more so, and his cheeks were rosy with the faded tear tracks. Fear had gripped him; he didn't want to directly go home and see that if you gave birth to his child to see you dead like his mother had. Instead he saw you being delicately handled by his sister and brother-in-law, and the baby being carefully placed in your arms as you smiled weakly. Everyone was admiring the child. He had little tufts of peach fuzz and eyes that were closed. He made cute little cooing noises and the blanket he was swaddled with was green with a little sewn Rook in it. "_____..." Jacob carefully called out, earning your tired attention and causing his heart to melt at the sight of your smile. "We did it Jacob- we have a little Rook," you cooed out in praise, earning a chuckle from him and a smile from Evie as she practically cooed over her nephew. "And what are you going to name your rook?" Henry asked eagerly, joining his brother in law's side then as he looked at you and his wife. Evie hummed, looking at you with a smile and whispered in your ear, "Emmett." "Emmett Frye!" You agreed then, grinning widely as Jacob passed his sister a knowing look before he moved over to peer down at the child. "Sounds like a good name for a lil rook to me."

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I drew Jacob and Shay Friday night!! I wanted to cry because Jacob’s face is so perfect.

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I was taking a photo to snapchat my friend and this happened. We can make this a meme

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Cogs in a machine: Frye twins x Reader

The quiet scent of smoke filled the air, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Quite really, your recent discussion with the Rooks had left you questioning your current beliefs and abilities to properly serve the Templars. So, you stood far off from the burning building, head tilted upwards and eyes slowly blinking and fluttering your eye lashes as the distant ashes that cascaded down like snow.

Nose twitching, you slowly turned yourself around to look at the long line that greeted you. The other two Blighters with you shook with fear at the large crowd of Rooks and the twins that were behind gathering them up. They were elaborately dressed, the male of the two with his top hat on and shadow cast over his face and the female with her hood up.

You were one of the higher ranked of the Blighters, a gang leader really. You had control over the small pocket closest to Whitechapel since this was a last-minute attempt by your superior. The building was currently devastated because your attempts at gathering recruits for Blighters to take it back had been discovered. Head raising high, you let the flames lick and lap up at the building behind you and kept your eyes downcast as though you were looking at the infamous Frye Twins from your nose. Lifting a hand, you watched as the Rooks carefully moved in, some of the newer and inexperienced nervously holding their weapons.

“Why do you work for Starrick? What does he have to offer now that London has fallen from his grasp?” the younger twin, Jacob, called out to you as he raised his hands out to his sides and pimp cane in his hand. Head tilting, your lips curled slightly as you watched him come to a stop several feet away from you. You could no properly see the softly glinting hazel of his eyes.

“You do realize, answer or not we must kill you,” the elder twin, Evie, hummed out with an annoyed huff escaping her lips.

“He has something to offer me; something the rooks could never give me,” you hummed out, eyes turning up and over them. “And that’s not being part of a machine and losing every ounce of yourself while hiding in the shadows like monsters and demons.”

Your wrist flicked, a smoke bomb erupting and you darted off. Your two henchmen ran ahead of you, your legs outstretching and swiftly carrying you around the crumbling building and through a series of alleyways. Your bootsteps softly echoed, body twisting and frame ducking below into a shadow. A soft thud followed, sliding down and through a crack while bringing a hood up and over your face and wrist blades gently locking into place onto your forearms. “But that’s all that both sides can offer,” you stated to the air and sashayed through the alleyways of London and onwards through Whitechapel.

[So this is an attempt at a one-shot? Its mentioned that you are ‘part of the blightars’ but you also seem to be working for the assassins. :)

I was inspired by the song Gasoline by Halsey. idk why but I wanted to do something with this song]

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Imagine these guys excited, when you’ve been gone on a trip for college, and you return home.