NONE OF THIS IS MINE, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE INCORRECT QUOTE GENERATOR!!!!!!!
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Gerard: So that's my plan.
Y/n: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.
Gerard: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.
Y/n: It fucking sucks.
Gerard: That's not constructive criticism.
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Ryan (Ross): So are we flirting right now?
Y/n: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU
Ryan (Ross): That doesn't answer my question
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Y/n: You love me, right, Dallon?
Dallon: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.
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Y/n, pointing: May I sit there?
Ray: That's my lap
Y/n: That doesn't answer my question, Ray.
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Patrick: Okay, help me please!
Y/n: Got two words for you.
Patrick: I bet they won't be helpful.
Y/n: Your problem.
Patrick: I was right
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Josh: Okay, truth or dare?
Y/n: Truth
Josh: How many hours have you slept this week?
Y/n:
Y/n: ...Dare
Josh: Go to bed.
Y/n: I don't like this game.
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Joe: Are you an 'arr' pirate, or a 'yo ho ho' pirate?
Y/n: I'm a 'I'm not paying $600 for photoshop' pirate.
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Mikey: Where are you going?
Y/n: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide on the way there
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Lindsey: I'm going to take you out
Y/n: great, it's a date!
Lindsey: I meant that as a threat.
Y/n: See you at five!
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Y/n: Someone will die.
Tyler: Of fun!
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Frank: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you
Y/n: 10 times 0 is still 0 though
Frank: Jokes on you, I can't do math
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Andy, talking to Y/n on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?
Y/n: You bet!
Andy: At what temperature?
Y/n: 535.
Andy: That's the clock.
Y/n:
Andy:
Y/n: 536.
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Brendon: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Y/n: You mean literally or figuratively?
Brendon: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...
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Mauve (Me lmao): Go to hell.
Y/n, tearing up: I wish I could
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Spencer: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*
Y/n: What did you do?
Spencer: Nobody died.
Y/n: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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Y/n, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don't really think heels are for me
Party Poison, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
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Jon: I was arrested for being too cool.
Y/n: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Frank please come to the front desk?
Frank, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: *points to Y/n and Gerard*
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
Y/n and Gerard, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Frank: I didn't even bring you guys here with me-
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Frank: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Y/n: I'm a knife.
Gerard, from across the room: They're the little spoon.
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Y/n: Is having a penis fun?
Ray: It has its ups and downs.
Mikey: Sometimes it's a little hard.
Gerard: It's a pain in the ass.
Frank: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.
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Y/n: I'm an idiot.
Ray:
Mikey:
Gerard:
Frank:
Y/n:
Frank: If you're waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.
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Pete: It's dark in here
Y/n: Don't worry dude I got this
Y/n: *Stomps their feet*
Y/n: *Skechers light up*
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Hi friends! Sorry there hasn't been an update in a while, school is a bitch lmao.
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(DISCONTINUED) EMO BAND IMAGINES || luca-jayms
FanfictionI have been reading way too many of these books lately. So here we go.
