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All groups work hard, please be proud of Bangtan for their own growth and success. We can be proud of Bangtan without having to compare them with others. Bangtan wishes to be a group that’s a good influence so should ARMYs.

My fear with this type of success is gaining these arrogant fans who do not know what it means to support and love the group they say they’re supporting. Don’t be that person that belittle other groups just because you’re proud of Bangtan’s accomplishments. Not only do you hurt Bangtan’s reputation, you drag the whole fandom with you. And the antis will us this behavior to pretend to be an ARMY and use it against us. Let’s not be that fandom please, it’s about time ARMYs reputation change. 

As Bangtan grows into the group that they are today, so should ARMYs and we should always be nice to everyone no matter if they are antis or whoever. Because in the end, all that matters is we are here to support Bangtan and we do everything we can to help them succeed.

[UNRELEASED] Jimin cam before Dope stage on Music Bank

bangtan playing charades (trans) bonus:

in celebration of hitting another hundred followers, i wrote this drabble that was also a personal request from my adorable marshmallow hyacinth-ink​ (i’m sorry this oneshot IS A MESS) ♥ although this will my last drabble for a while since school starts monday (kill me now) i seriously want to thank you all for showing me and my drabbles so much love. it’s been an amazing adventure and growing experience as a writer, and i can’t express just how grateful i am. TL;DR I LOVE YOU ALL ♥ (shout out to HQ, my loves, my lifelinfe, and my utter demise. love you fools.)

kindergarten!au 

BTS x Reader

Observing the vibrantly colored classroom buzz with energy, you tiredly leaned back in your chair, an airy sigh escaping from your parted lips. Young energizer bunnies zoomed past the large cherry wood desk, shrieking with either exhilaration or terror as they chased one another round and round, blocks flying all over the place, papers crumpling and rustling noisily, giggles bubbling from the numerous sets of tiny lungs breathing in the air that smelled of waxy crayons and disinfectant wipes. The sight was so hectic and yet strangely heartwarming, and although you often found yourself sighing multiple times throughout the day due to the sheer exhaustion of it all, you knew you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. Seeing their ecstatic grins, hearing their colorful laughter, gaping at how their little sponge-like minds soaked up so much more knowledge than you expected – these were the little joys you lived for.

You drew in a deep, calming breath, basking in the moment while it lasted. These moments of quiet reflection were rare for you, but whenever you had the chance, they served as a constant reminder as to why you loved your job. It was nice, to be able to drown out all the noise for a couple minutes, or even seconds, and take a breather. But your moment of peace was short lived as your eyes scanned the classroom at the sound of a feathery cry.