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This has to be one of my fav 3/4 pics ever! Michael looks like a three year old wearing the bucket hat he made his mom buy him proudly, Cal looks like a teenager who’s ready for soccer practice and Luke looks like their mom waiting to drop them off so he can finally get a manicure 💅🏻
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kym-truestory · 9 months
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My boys!!!
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Michael Clifford ‘Self-Titled’ CD, Original Vinyl, and Walmart Deluxe Vinyl
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valxtinecalx · 1 year
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Michael girls this is for you🥰🥰
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ashtons-lemon-tree · 29 days
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Moodboard for an upcoming Mashton songfic I'm currently writing
🎶 We were friends, now I want more / Would you take it wrong / If I leaned in for a kiss now, babe? 🎶
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nakedlilac · 11 months
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pretty u 🤍💫🌧
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5sosunited101 · 1 year
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getsojaded · 1 year
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you don’t go to parties ii | calum hood
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trigger warning — alcohol / substance abuse, please please read at your own risk
a/n: i’m back and better than ever (not rly). it took me a minute to ease back into writing so i hope this is somewhat tolerable. love u guys and hope u all enjoy
“i’m sorry i had to call you. i’m well aware you quite literally want nothing to do with us anymore,”
“no no, don’t say that. you guys have did nothing wrong.” she responds, taking a sip from the caramel latte in front of her.
seated in the hearty cafe filled with hard studying students and baristas, there were michael and y/n, sitting in a little booth across from each other.
y/n wasn’t exactly sure why he’d contacted her in the first place. well, obviously she knew why — she just wasn’t sure why they would be talking about him.
but she respected him. and she respected the band members as well. and if there was anything she could do to be of help, she would be there.
and that’s what led them to this more-serious-than-she-thought conversation with michael.
“lemme rephrase, i know you don’t want anything to do with cal anymore,” he begins, earning a chuckle and the slightest nod from her in response. “but i felt that i really needed to tell you this.”
she gestures him to continue, and michael takes a deep breath. “cal… is not cal. i know what you saw, and we all saw it too, but this… is to another extent. it’s getting out of hand and we just,” he sighs. “we don’t really know what to do anymore and we’d really appreciate it if you could help us in some sort of way.”
y/n looks at him worriedly as she puts her drink down. “what do you mean… out of hand?” she asks, just for some clarification (although she’s got a hunch of what he’s talking about.)
“the man’s been drunk almost everyday since you left. there’s been multiple occasions where he’d hosted his own functions but he’s so plastered to the point where we have to stay behind and clean up because he’s too drunk to do it himself. in no way have i called you over to blame this on you, because it’s not your fault. the guys and i, and even our fucking girlfriends, have tried so hard to do everything we can to get him help, but it’s practically no use.”
a brief moment of silence.
“i wouldn’t have contacted you if i knew we didn’t need your help, but fuck y/n. i’m fucking stumped. i have no idea what to do anymore.”
y/n straightens her back, sitting up straight as she tries to process this newly given information to the best of her ability. and it’s fucking hard.
she’s well aware she left for a good reason — there’s no doubt about that. however, she’s never truly stopped caring about calum, and she’s not sure if she ever will. and the moment those words came out of michael’s mouth, she felt scared. scared for him.
she can’t help but feel that the slightest bit of her is at fault — had she not left, maybe calum wouldn’t be as bad as he is now.
but had she stayed, nothing would’ve changed.
“w-what would you like me to do?” she softly asks, looking up at michael’s green eyes filled with frustration and hurt. “as much as i’d like to be, i feel that i won’t be of much help,” y/n admits.
“y/n, i think you’re our last hope,” he responds. “if you could just, maybe talk to him, and knock some sense into him… fuck, i don’t know.” michael abruptly finishes sentence and gets up from the table. “i’m sorry i asked you to meet up, ignore everything that i just said.” and with that, he rushes out of the cafe, with y/n trailing right behind him.
“hey!” y/n lightly grabs his wrist, stopping him from walking any further. “i’ll try and help. i know you’re frustrated. i know all of you guys are. and if me talking to him will take any sort of weight off your shoulders, i’m willing to do it. i want to help.”
michael can’t help but engulf y/n into a hug and the tears he’s been holding in for so long finally start to fall out. “thank you, y/n.” he pulls away, wiping his eyes. “i am just so fucking frustrated. not only are his doings affecting him, it’s affecting everybody around us now. we need to fix it.”
y/n understandably nods, rubbing michael’s back as she walks him to his car.
“i’ll take you back to my place. luke and ash should be there right now too, and we can all talk.”
“no cal, huh?”
“he’s probably already tipsy right now.” michael tells her, causing y/n to look at her watch. 10:59 am.
“jesus christ,” she manages to say, getting into the passengers seat of michael’s car.
“missed you, big guy,” y/n smiles as luke walks over her to embrace her in a big hug. “my favourite! it’s always lovely seeing you.”
“can we grab you anything to drink?” ashton asks, making his way towards the kitchen. “actually, don’t answer that. i know you like coke.”
“old habits die hard,” y/n responds, giggling as ashton passes her the can. “i just don’t add henny in it as much anymore.”
“i don’t understand how you did that so fucking often. you were literally more of a heavyweight than luke.” michael reminisces on their group’s younger years, remembering how fucking much y/n drank had to drink before she started feeling the slightest bit buzzed.
“times have definitely changed. don’t think i can drink one without yakking on the floor now,” she responds, the three men she once knew as reckless boys, bursting into a fit of laughter.
“we’ve gotta see you go crazy at least one more time. maybe you and i can run that shotgun contest we had back!” luke exclaims, winking at her, y/n wincing in response. “the thought of that sounds terrible to me. didn’t i beat you too?”
“yeah, that’s why i want a rematch. because i know you’ll lose this time!!”
leaned against the kitchen island, the 3 men and y/n totally forgot why she was even in michael’s house in the first place. so here they were, giggling and catching up, just like how it was before.
well, just a little bit like how it was before. it truly wasn’t before if calum wasn’t there.
they all convinced y/n to take at least one shot before she left today, michael staying sober for the sole reason of driving her home. except, one shot turned into six, and she was now sprawled out on the couch, pointing and laughing at michael’s chandelier.
“why the fuck is it so big?” she asks extremely confused, luke hunched over and clutching his stomach from laughing at everything y/n’s done.
“how are you only six in?” ashton asks in so in slight shock, taking a swig from his beer.
“six plus sixty-three is sixty-nineeee,” she sang, the group looking at her in awe, confusion, and in humour simultaneously.
“alright, i think that’s enough for tonight, y/n bear,” michael gets up from the love seat, assisting y/n in helping her up from the couch and walking with her to the front door. “i’ll take her home now, see you guys later,”
“bye guys!! love you! see you tomorrow!” she exclaims, blowing each boy a kiss.
“tomorrow?” michael hears ashton ask as he closes the front door, chuckling.
“i’m soo tired.” y/n whispers, closing her eyes the second she gets into the passenger seat of michael’s car.
she’s just about to knock out but before that, she vaguely hears michael’s voice with a little bit of anger laced in it, calling out:
“what the fuck are you mad at me for?”
as michael’s about to back out of the driveway with an unsober y/n in his passenger seat, his car headlights make eye contact with calum’s car headlights, the brown eyed boy immediately noticing the girl beside michael.
coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of the gate, calum hops out of his car, making his way towards michael’s window. “what is she doing.. there?”
despite the collected look he tried to put on within a matter of seconds, michael knew calum all too well. and he could see right through his facade; he was upset.
“i just ran into her earlier today and invited her to catch up. what are you doing here?” michael fibs ever so slightly.
“just wanted to talk to you and the guys for a sec, but instead you should cut the bullshit. are you guys talking about me? setting up some stupid fucking intervention? last time i checked, this doesn’t involve you, mike. it also doesn’t fucking involve her. she’s the one that left, so she doesn’t need to deal with this anymore. not like she wanted to in the first place.”
michael’s taken aback by calum’s sudden words, feeling angrier and angrier with each sentence that comes out of his mouth. “what the fuck are you so mad at me for? i didn’t say shit! all i said was that we met and caught up,” he raises his voice. “you know, i know she didn’t deal to the same extent of what we’re seeing from you, but she still saw it. she still saw something. and she knows about your habits; she might be out of the picture now, but she’s not stupid. news flash — she fucking cares about you! she always did! it’s not like she left because she didn’t, she left you because she thought that you didn’t care about her. yet here she is, organizing plans to come see us so we can help you.”
calum’s seeing red at the thought of his friends interfering with his life. “did i fucking ask for that? no!”
luke and ashton walk outside to meet the argument, concerned with the raised voices and accentuated curse words. “yo, is everything okay here?”
“just peachy.” michael coldly says to calum, before speeding off, leaving the three other boys standing in the middle of the driveway.
“i thought you guys were my friends,” calum slurs, pointing at luke and ashton. “my fucking brothers. and this is what i have to see? you secretly meeting up with my ex girlfriend behind my back? what’s she gonna do? huh? tell me i’m throwing my life away then leave again? what’s the point of that?”
the harsh tone that leaves calum’s mouth not only takes aback luke and and ashton, but the man himself. even through his clouded judgement, fuzzy memory and slow movements, even calum is well aware of his anger.
“if you just give us a chance to explain —“ ashton slowly responds, reaching for calum’s hand before he smacks it away.
“i don’t want your explanation, just leave me the fuck alone.”
part 3 incoming don’t worry
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metyouinthehallway · 2 years
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holy shit dude.
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valentinemichael · 10 months
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p0rtf0lio-karen · 10 months
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Michael Clifford from 5 Seconds Of Summer 🖤
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kym-truestory · 1 year
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I claimed Caramel when they dropped song titles…I was so right to do so, it’s my fav😁
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pretty-ven0m · 1 year
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Shallow hearts for shallow minds That ache to be alive You fall apart and redefine What keeps you up at night
Take My Hand – 5 Seconds of Summer
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blueneonsky · 1 year
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jet black heart (2015)
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ashtons-lemon-tree · 11 months
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5SOS as things bdylanhollis has said;
Calum
Just how prolonged is this boil?
What're you tryna do? Live longer?
I'm using butter because I have standards...do I?
Ashton
I love oats. They taste like grandparents. I mean--they don't taste like--you know what I mean!
Is my clock dead? It is now.
They sound...contagious
Luke
Please get off of the spoon. Pleas--sir!
Some crunch for your drama!
How do you gently whip cream!? Like saying gently have a car accident.
To be fair, my only real issue with margarine is it's existence
Mikey
When I asked about mutton liver to the butcher, he just asked if I was okay
Yes this is depression meatloaf
Military grade of god dam--
What about this? Was the pudding related or did you just want a snack?
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nakedlilac · 10 months
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lovin' you
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⛓🌩🏜❤️‍🔥
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