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oh, the sweet irony of his death. designed for this life—yet never meant to endure it

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My dad has motion detectors with built-in cameras along his driveway, and there's a frog that has figured out that if it jumps in front of the detector, the infrared light that turns on will attract bugs. So my dad frequently gets a bunch of pictures of the frog jumping around, and he's really fond of the frog now. He refers to it as his frog, enjoys getting pictures of it, and is always super, super careful in the driveway to check for the frog to make sure it's safe.

Anon. Please listen to me. I would not tell you this if it was not very important to me. PLEASE get me a picture of this frog. 

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Does anyone else desperately need instructions to function but also hates being told what to do

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Does anyone else desperately need instructions to function but also hates being told what to do

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Having a large shake, 10 chicken nuggets and two sweet and sour sauces is the best way to celebrate a nr. 1 album. Ashton knows his shit.

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Maybe One Day

A/N: In light of a lot of people getting engaged I wrote this cute Calum drabble lol 

After a long day at the studio, Calum and I were laying in bed ready to fall asleep. We were each going through our social medias catching up on the day’s events. A comfortable silence laying upon us. "So many people are getting engaged.” Calum mumbled, eyes on his phone.  "Yeah, it’s crazy.” I replied, not really paying attention. “Would you marry me?” he blurted. My face shot up to stare at him, completely focused on him now. “Are- Are you proposing?” my voice riddled with panic. “N-no it's just incase ya know? Incase one day maybe? I wanna ask you one day?.” He kept stuttering, eyes glancing nervously around the room unable to meet my own. I paused and spaced out for a second thinking about the possibility of marrying the man next to me. “I mean-yea- maybe one day- I would want to marry you..” I stuttered as well, beginning to feel shy about this sudden step in our relationship. “Really?” the smile I love replaced his previously nervous expression. His eyes completely focused on my own. “You would marry me?” He grinned. I laughed and nodded in reassurance. “Yes. I would marry you.” He leaned in  closer to me pressing his lips on my temple. “I love you.” he mumbled against my forehead. “Love you too Cal.”  I replied, cuddling closer as we slipped back into our comfortable silence.

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Me: I'm pretty much over 5sos now tbh

5SOS: *post a picture/tweet/video*

Me: hahahaHAHARELEASETHENEWALBUMHAHA

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I wanna give a shout out to fic writers really quick-

Y’all are the shit. And I love each and every one of you.

But please stop apologizing when your fics are really long. I see writers in their a/n saying “this is over 5k words I’m so sorry”

LIKE BBY NO. IM HERE FOR THAT SHIT. Give me every beautiful detail your talented mind can muster.

If I want a short story I’ll go find a drabble.

Don’t you ever apologize for being passionate in your writing. & fuck anyone that has made you think you should apologize.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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Drunk Calum and Ashton trying to fix a chair is everything I need in my life

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Lie To Me

A/N: This was originally for Calum, but I figured we can all just fit in who we prefer. It is obviously inspired from their song lol. 

“I know that you don’t but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie to me.”

Four months after we had ended things. Four long months trying to mend a broken heart. And with just one look, one glance at him, it’s as if I’m barely at the first stitch.  

I woke up with a slight headache realizing only a sheet was protecting my naked body from the cold morning air. “Why did I come to this stupid party” I whispered to myself as I watched him passed out beside me. After a few drinks and a few glances from across the room throughout the night, I somehow ended up back at his place. While I don’t regret what had happened, I know I shouldn’t have come to this damn party. It was our mutual friend’s party I should have expected him to be there. 

The second I saw him entering the house I should have ran the other way, Granted, I would have tripped over my high heels. Four months should have been enough right?  To get over a mutual break up? To discard any feelings you had toward the love of your life? Ha. 

While I was continuing this lecture in my head, he began to stir beside me. Shit. I didn’t expect him to wake up yet. Well there were a lot of things you didn’t expect to happen now did you? I thought I had enough time to grab my clothes and leave before he woke up. Panic rose up inside me as he began  to blink repeatedly, eyes conforming to the morning light. I don’t think he’s realized I’m here yet.

Finally feeling a presence beside him he became tense and slowly turned towards me. As soon as he saw it was me he let out a long breath I didn’t even know he was holding. “Thank God it’s you.” he said while turning his body fully towards me. The white sheet falling down his torso towards his waist as he moved.

“Thanks?” I fidget, wrapping the sheet closer to my body. While early mornings together used to come natural to us, things were different now. He noticed how uncomfortable I looked and began to search for something around his room. He spotted something on the floor next to the bed, grabbed it and proceeded to hand it to me. I noticed it was the shirt he had on last night. I was hesitant to put it on but then I remembered I was completely fucking naked.

We continued to stare at each other trying to recall the actions that led up to this moment. All I recalled were a few drinks used to calm my nerves, a trip to the bathroom, bumping into him on the way to the bathroom, and a drunken make out session in the bathroom. And now I’m here, having a staring contest with my ex boyfriend. I lost. I couldn’t bare to look any longer into those eyes. Eyes which currently held as much confusion and panic as mine probably held. Where do we stand now? I was afraid to find out. We broke up for a reason.

As I glanced away from this intense stare off I began to glance around for my pieces of clothing which were laying across our room. His room. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Before I could get out of bed to grab my the dress I had worn, he grabbed my arm keeping me from creating distance between us. 

“Stay, you don’t have to go.” he whispered, “I don’t want you do go.” Those eyes again. Those damn eyes. It took the little self control I had left not to crawl back closer to him. Just the thought of having his arms wrapped around me. As if nothing ever happened. But things did happen, remember that.

“I can’t.” My voice shakily betraying those words. “I need to go, sorry” I pulled away from his touch and continued grabbing my dress and heels.  I begin to put my clothes back on and threw him back the shirt I wore momentarily. 

“Wait.” I heard him mumble as I was making my way to the bedroom door. I paused, hand on the door knob. I couldn’t turn around and face him. I waited for him to continue but he sighed, realizing I wasn’t going to turn around. A long silence was brought upon us. Assuming he wasn’t going to say anything else, I began to open the door. 

“Do you still love me?” he blurted out behind me. My body automatically turned to face him at that question. Tense like the atmosphere in the room. Another long silence. He wasn’t even looking at me as I turned to face him. He was glancing down, fiddling with his hands. I had no idea what to say.

After a moment too long of nothing being said, he looked up at me with a sad smile, “Just lie to me, please.” he said. I stared at him, trying to process what those words meant as he glanced back down at his hands.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore” my voice cracked, emotions betraying the words I’m trying to convey. I turn around quickly, leaving the room not wanting to see his reaction, or wanting him to see the tears escaping, and quickly walked out of the house. The thing is I did lie to him. It’s just better this way. 

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