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honeyedlashton · 1 year

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9 people I wanna know better

Thank you for tagging me Aerie (@arishemmo) and Swan (@plushyluke) you guys are so sweet to me always tagging me in shit. My heart is so full 🥹🤍✨

Three ships:

Lashton (obvi)/malum/larry (5sos and 1d),

Wednesday and Tyler (Wednesday. (Was Tyler his name? It’s been so long I can’t remember, I thought he was so romantic and sweet and honestly misunderstood like….))

Troy and Abed (Community. (No I’ll never be over it))

First ever ship: unfortunately for everyone on this platform for me it was Padmé and Anakin (and always will be) also Arwen and Aragorn….

Last Song: Dance Macabre by Ghost

Last Movie: Shawshank Redemption

Currently Reading: A gothic romance novel and a school assignment

Currently watching: You (for the first time), swan and I are trying to finish the last season of Atlanta, and season 2 of Rock of Love for spice. (Moving on to Daisy of Love after though).

Currently Consuming: hopefully water soon cause my mouth is dry.

Currently Craving: Oreo McFlurry.

Tagging (but no pressure): @wannabemichaelsmaster @retromalum @imisskeek @hideitaway @lovelikealandslide and anyone else that sees this and wants to 💕😌🤍✨

#these things are so much fun I love doing them #and I love seeing everybody’s thing #so I live tag games when they get passed around #i love my mutuals #and I’m really bad at remembering @‘s so if you see this and you wanna do it PLEASE feel free to say I tagged you #I’ll back you up bestie #also I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged #orange soda

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moonbythecabstan · 2 years

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Lashton Playlist

I wanted to wait until 5SOS5 came out to share my Lashton Playlist because I figured there would be a song or maybe two to add...

(Naturally, it was a lot more of them than that lol.)

From The Debut:

"She Looks So Perfect", "Don't Stop", "18", "End Up Here", "Disconnected", "Daylight"

From SGFG:

"Story Of Another Us", "Catch Fire", "Waste The Night"

From Youngblood:

"Want You Back", "Valentine", "Moving Along", "If Walls Could Talk", "Better Man", "More", "Woke Up In Japan", "Empty Wallets", "Ghost Of You", "Meet You There", "Midnight"

From CALM:

"Old Me", "TEETH", "Best Years", "Not In The Same Way", "Lover Of Mine", "Thin White Lies", "Lonely Heart", "High"

From 5SOS5:

"Complete Mess", "Bad Omens", "You Don't Go To Parties", "Caramel", "Bleach", "Moodswings", "Flatline", "Bloodhound", "Tears!"

From Superbloom:

"Greyhound", "Matter Of Time (Interlude)", "I'm To Blame", "Drive", "Perfect Lie"

From WFTTWTAF:

"Starting Line", "Saigon", "Place In Me", "Slip Away"

Non-5SOS Songs:

"Where We Started" by Thomas Rhett ft Katy Perry; "Favorite Record" by Fall Out Boy; "Just To Get High", "Burn It To The Ground", "Gotta Be Somebody" by Nickelback; "Golden", "Sunflower Vol. 6" by Harry Styles; "my hair" by Ariana Grande; "Legendary Lovers", "Teenage Dream", "Firework" by Katy Perry; "Walk" by Foo Fighters; "Daylight" by Maroon 5; "Resolution" by Matt Corby; "One Thing Right" by Marshmallow ft Kane Brown; "Memory" by Kane Brown ft blackbear; "blu" by Jon Bellion; "Million Reasons - Live Session At Sound Stage Studios" by Dan + Shay; "SUPERMODEL" by Maneskin; "No Ordinary Love" by Sade; "Smoke & Mirrors" by Lifehouse; "Paper Rings", "willow" by Taylor Swift; "Will I See You Again?" by Thee Sacred Souls; "Diana" by One Direction; "Molly In Mexico" by Lauv; "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys; "I'm Falling For You" by Chester See; "Coffee" by Tori Kelly; "Picture" by Kid Rock ft Sheryl Crow; "Wicked Love"

#Lashton #Lashton Playlist #Lashton songs #5SOS5 #OTP #Daylight is extremely underrated by the fandom because of that first verse #In some ways it's similar to Midnight from the Youngblood album #I could make an argument for Older too but I'll pass #Calum casually sitting there while these Lashton Anthems (IWCT & Caramel specifically) are being made lol #I've been thinking of adding Out Of My Limit too

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sierradeaton · 1 year

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9 people i want to know better - tyy for tagging me sweet aerie @arishemmo

three ships: predictably lashton (luke/ashton) - 5sos, cheronica (cheryl/veronica) - riverdale, and atm romitri (rose/dimitri) - vampire academy

first ever ship: sailor moon/tuxedo mask

last song: vision by dreamcatcher

last movie: been on a horror movie binge and finished oculus earlier today

currently reading: re-reading vampire academy

currently watching: right now it’s no escape room on netflix

currently consuming: just had pizza

currently craving: something chocolate!

tagging (but no pressure): @eunbisuns @caramelcalum @ghost-of-you @softforluke @talkfastcal

#tag meme

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smashgirltommo · 2 years

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Pick 10 songs from a playlist, then tag 10 people!

Thanks for @honeyedlashton for tagging me in this !!!

Here’s what I’ve been listening to recently. My music taste varies a lot, I’m also a huge formula one fan so that explains the fan songs.

This is literally the latest song I added to my playlist in this exact order (except for Taylor Swift but she had to be in there).

1. Ghost- Mary on a Cross

2. Lil Kleine ft. Ronnie Flex - Drank & Drugs

3. George Ezra - Green Green Grass

4. Bon Jovi - Livin on a Prayer

5. The Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

6. The Pitstop Boys - Super Max! (Any version tbh)

7. Rosa Linn - Snap

8. Taylor Swift - You Need to Calm Down

9. Yungblud - weird!

10. Carte Blanq & Maxx Power - 33 Max Verstappen

Honourable mentions to 5SOS, 1D, Harry’s House and anything by Louis Tomlinson.

I want to tag @fuckyeah5sostakemehome and @lashton-kingdom and I’ve probably forgotten a few people but all the ones I also thought about had already been tagged sooooo yeah

#i love these sm #music #I feel like a basic bitch #5sos #one direction #music taste #don’t judge me

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daydadahlias · 2 years

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I think the whole pre chorus of the song it's one of their best ever the whole "Last night, I lied, I looked you in the eyes. I'm scared to find a piece of peace of mind. I swear to you, each and every time, I’m trying to change my ways." It's like mind-blowing. But my guess about who wrote is Luke and Ashton. I just have a feeling it was the two of them. If feels very Lashton. -ghost-of-you

I was thinking that it feels very lashton as well!! I think the song is absolutely beautiful and I love the pacing of it!! Seriously, I think it's one of the best they've ever written without a doubt and I am SO excited to get my grubby little hands on it when it comes out on spotify/itunes.

#pigeon #give it to me now #pls #i know for a FACT it sounds like luke's writing #and then i think it sounds a lot like Ash's too #it feels like a lashton song #if it is i'll have a breakdown but #yeah it sounds like them

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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The tour has been going on for a week and so far we got (this list gets unhinged as it goes):

The prettiest stage production they ever had

26 songs setlist

A new song

Beside you and disconnected

The return of jet black heart slfl style

Castaway

The cage

This note change

Luke playing a sparkly guitar during lover of mine

All of 5sos in a snow globe for ghost of you

Harmonies. So many harmonies

Ashton name dropping voodoo doll, good girls and wrapped around your finger

Michael almost breaking down laughing during his part in complete mess in all the concerts

Ashton singing his part in if walls could talk

Michael in multiple colors of the same designer flannel

Ashton in velvet sets

Luke in black satin

Lashton in matching colors

Calum in the tightest shirt he could find

Michael in a suit jacket

Actually whatever the hell was going on in the London show

Calum swinging his legs around while sitting at the edge of the stage

Various clips of Luke taking his suit jacket of at the end of the show

This

*taps foot*

"I'd make some noice for Calum Hood"

Luke calling Calum a good boy

"You do look amazing tonight Calum. I really hope we just keep the spotlight on Calum no matter what for the rest of the evening"

And so much more. And it's only been a week.

#buckle up we're in for a ride #I'm gonna go yeet myself into the sun #i'm rambling #tmh tour #i was gonna add more stuff but i can't #maybe I'll add more stuff later

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allsassnoclass · 2 years

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hello hazel!! if you're still taking new ones how about top 5 songs atm and also top 5 lashton pics? love you hope you're doing well -taylor🖤

@squishmichael hello taylor i am always taking new ones! happy to have you here!

top 5 songs at the moment (oooo this is difficult i feel like i haven't been listening to music like usual)

1. "The Weather" by Lawrence - it's just. a great song! very simple in some ways which makes it more impactful to me. it's very lovely and i love it a lot

2. "Kansas City" by The New Basement Tapes - idk i just like the vibe

3. "Don't Lose Sight" by Lawrence - yeah I'm on a Lawrence kick

4. "Fred Astaire" by Jukebox the Ghost - very fun! makes me want to dance around!

5. "Silk Chiffon" by MUNA ft. Phoebe Bridgers - this is a summer song but I was really vibing with it a few weeks ago

top 5 lashton phots (this is also hard lol let's see if I even have 5 lashton photos saved) (edit: I did not have 5 lashton pics saved on my computer and phone I only had 2 (TWO!!! I ONLY HAD TWO????) and had to go digging)(i actually did not include either of the two i previously had saved in this collection lol)

1. the "we are fighters" pic

2. honestly the fact that this was taken by liz is what shoots it up to 2nd place on this list, but also they look so happy! they're having so much fun!

3. these two photos, simply because they each are pulling a funny face in one of them

4. this is the unmute pic to me because i used it in the moodboard but i love photographer ash as a concept and i love when he takes pics of his bandmates :) plus the color pallet is pricking at my mind

5. another old stage pic, simply because i love young ashton's need to carry his bandmates offstage and young luke's need to be carried by his bandmates

thanks for asking!

ask me top 5 anything

#ask #taylor #squishmichael #went through my lashton tag and now i kind of want to make a lashton rec list #but i also feel like people would not like it because i wouldn't include some 'iconic' lashton works as i have not read them #other people could probably do a more comprehensive list anyway :/#the issue with being friends with writers is feeling bad when you don't include their stuff on a rec list lol #anywho! we are in the middle of a snowstorm and i need to shovel a path for penny to go to the backyard #she wants to go for a walk but no one has shoveled and she hates walking through snow so #that's not going to work #i'm going to try to clear a slight path from the driveway too but it's still snowing #so i'll have to shovel again later anyway #ugh i should've done dishes earlier too :/ darn :/#nice to hear from you taylor hope you're doing well!

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pixiegrl · 3 years

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I have another angst prompt for you when the time to write it comes: “It’s not that easy.” for lashton

Apparently. This weekend was the time for it. I was not in a good headspace, I looped It’s all so incredibly loud by glass animals and I wrote this. In many ways, it’s the spiritual sequel to “and when I said i was an old cardigan”. Please enjoy it!

On ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27444352

Luke’s been off kilter all week. He’s had a good few weeks, learning to cook with Ashton, laughing wildly when Ashton started spinning him around the kitchen, dancing, writing music, playing guitar. He’s gotten to take Petunia for walks with Ashton, holding hands and stealing kisses on the sidewalk. He’s been freeing, getting to live with this kind of abandon and carefree attitude to life, joyful and excited for each morning. It was inevitable that it would come crashing down.

Luke got stuck on a song on Monday. In the grand scheme of things, getting stuck on one song wasn’t the end of the world. He had the melody, he had a theme, he just...can’t find the words for feelings he has, the ideas swirling around in his head. He keeps telling himself to put the song down, think on it, come back to it, but each day that passes the song nags at him. Reminds him that he’s not working on it as he tries to make lunch or watch a movie with Ashton or play in the background with Petunia. Reminds him that he’s a failure who can’t write, can’t finish a song, is wasting his time. He’s been on edge the whole time since, constantly thinking about the song, anxious that he’s not working on it and anxious that he can’t think of how to work on it and just...anxious. Eventually, the tension had built up in his lungs, squeezed at them, until it felt like he couldn't breathe.

He and Ashton got into a fight that morning. Luke woke up and felt wrong. If pressed, he couldn’t explain what was wrong just that it felt like he was crawling out of his skin, itchy and uncomfortable in his body, in his mind. Ashton hadn’t done anything wrong, just asked Luke if he wanted to get lunch with Michael and Calum and kept pushing and pushing until Luke snapped, shouted out some nasty words before storming off to the his room (even though he’s been staying in Ash’s since the night on the patio) and slammed the door. He’d flopped down the bed, bitter and angry, hot tears streaming from the corner of his eyes until he couldn’t cry anymore, emotions ran out, lifeless and doll-like. He’s been listening to the static of his brain since, telling him he’s worthless and a burden and why does anyone put up with him anyway if he’s such an awful, terrible person.

That’s how Ashton finds Luke when he gets home. Luke’s not sure how long he’s been like this, just knows that he’s been there for a while. The day has passed in a hazy blur, the early light of day fading to sunsetting in the afternoon and Luke hasn’t moved. He’s fuzzily aware of the fact that he has to have left the bed at some point, gotten up to get water or food or to feed Petunia, but he’s also not sure. Luke’s been laying in bed, watching the ceiling fan spin, phone playing music he’s not listening to on a loop. Luke’s been telling himself he’ll get up soon, but if Ashton’s home, he clearly has missed his chance to get up, pretend he’s fine, pretend he’s normal.

Ashton pokes his head into the bedroom, frowning when he sees Luke on the bed. Luke’s vaguely aware of the fact that Ashton’s got his disappointed face on now, knows he should be upset that he’s upset Ashton but Luke just doesn’t care. He can’t muster the energy to care, to have an emotion, to feel something. He’s burned through all his anger and upset earlier in their fight and now he just feels dull and void.

Ashton crosses the room, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Cautiously, he puts a hand on Luke’s head, running his fingers through Luke’s curls.

“I’m not upset Luke,” Ashton says. Luke opens his mouth to speak and finds that even the idea of talking tires him out, all the energy drained from his body. Instead he just shrugs, shifting his gaze from Ashton back to the ceiling.

“Luke?”

“Hm?” Luke hums, finding that even making that noise is too much for him.

Ashton huffs, “What’s gotten into you?”

“Life,” Luke mumbles, shrugging. It’s barely louder than a whisper, voice quiet and scratchy from lack of use.

Ashton makes a sympathetic noise, “You were doing so well Lu.”

“It’s not that easy Ashton. I can’t predict how I’m going to feel or what’s going to happen. I just feel off. I don’t feel right. I can’t get the voices to stop. It’s like something is crawling at me, trying to get out, except I can’t bring myself to care,” Luke says in a rush, drained from the sudden need to speak, the words spilling out of him. He pulls away from Ashton, curling up on his side as he feels the tears prickly at the corner of his eyes.

Ashton makes another sad sound, leaning over to brush on Luke’s hair again, tries to press a kiss to his head. Luke shys away from the touch, curling further in on himself. He’s not even sure why he’s crying, thinks he’s body’s just drained and tired. His brain is still playing its broken record loop of words and static that Luke can’t pick apart right now.

He feels Ashton stand, hears him leave the room. Luke can feel the tears spilling from his eyes. He must really be broken, defective if even Ashton is leaving.

A soft thump lands on the bed and Luke startles when he feels Petunia start licking his face, hears her snuffling. She lets out a heavy sigh and flops down, resting her head under Luke’s chin and sighing again.

“She missed you. Was whining at the bedroom door when I got home. I’m going to go get you some food okay?” Ashton says. Luke nods, still startled by the fact that Petunia keeps snuffling against him, wriggling around while she gets comfortable. Ashton leans over, pressing a kiss to Luke’s cheek, brushing a curl out of the way.

He keeps petting Petunia, a solid weight in the world. He can hear Ashton in the kitchen, banging around loudly. Ashton isn’t usually loud in the kitchen when he cooks, prefers to sing quietly to the radio. It’s comforting, knowing that Ashton’s right downstairs, making as much noise as he can, so Luke knows he’s there. That he’s not going anywhere.

Eventually, Ashton comes back upstairs, holding out a glass of water and a bowl of what smells like pasta.

“Come on, you have to sit up,” Ashton says, placing the dishes on the nightstand and nudging at Luke. Reluctantly, Luke lets go of Petunia, sitting up and fighting against the rush he gets from being upright for the first time in hours. Petunia huffs her frustration and flops down in Luke’s lap, staring up at him with wide eyes. Luke rubs her ears until she closes her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and snoring. Ashton chuckles.

“Drink first, then food,” Ashton says, handing the glass to Luke. He takes it, sipping at the water. He hasn’t realized how thirsty he is, till he’s gulped down the whole glass, blushing when Ashton laughs at him.

“Better?”

Luke nods, handing the glass back to Ashton in exchange for the bowl. Ashton stands, going to the bathroom. Luke can hear the water running. Luke takes a bite of the pasta. He glances down, softening when he realizes that Ashton used the bowtie shape that Luke likes the most.

Ashton comes back, full glass in hand. He curls up next to Luke, resting his head on Luke’s shoulder as he chews and swallows. Luke doesn’t feel better exactly, but he feels less like a ghost and more like a person now.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Putting up with me. When I’m like...this,” Luke says, gesturing vaguely. When he’s a ghost haunting their home, lifeless and too exhausted to do much more than lay in bed and listen to his broken record of a brain.

“It’s not putting up with you. I love you. You care about the people you love,” Ashton says. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Luke’s lips. Luke blushes, like he isn’t used to his boyfriend kissing him.

“I love you,” Luke mumbles. He rests his hand on top of Ashton’s, linking their pinkies together. Ashton smiles softly.

“Pinky promise to always take care of you,” Ashton says.

“Pinky promise,” Luke says back. Ashton smiles, lifting up Luke’s hand and kissing their pinkies. Luke thinks his face is permanently red now.

“Do you want to lay here and watch a movie?”

Luke nods. It already feels like he’s used up too much energy as it is between eating and talking to Ashton. Ashton nods back, taking the bowl from Luke and manuerving them till they’re laying back in bed among the pillows. He finds the remote, flipping through their recordings until he finds the version of Legally Blonde he knows Luke loves.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Luke says, burrowing his face into Ashton’s chest.

“I love you. I’ll keep telling that over and over again till you believe me.”

Luke smiles. He’s still too drained and the world is still too much, but at least he has Ashton. He’s always got Ashton.

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #its my turn on the emo lashton #my writing

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tirednotflirting · 4 years

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does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?

baby’s first au whaaaaaat?

special thank you to @clumsyclifford for linking the prompt list i got this idea from! this was the prompt (it was a whole slew of celebrity AUs: “wait, you’re supposed to be DEAD and i just recognized you at the grocery store, turns out you just didn’t want to be a celebrity anymore” au. bella is also writing one from this list and it’s one of my most favorite lashton things i have ever read, highly recommend, 10/10, i could yell about hello, hello for ages omg

also here is the ao3 link if that’s your preferred way to read :)

There are few things that bring Luke as much joy as his Friday night (well, Saturday morning, really) grocery trips.

He had started working the night shift at the nurses’ desk at the children’s hospital about a year prior after graduating. He had found the job through the friend of a friend of a friend who was a nurse herself and mentioned the job needed filling fast. Luke had never really considered the idea of a night job but ultimately the work wasn’t all too bad. He made coffee every couple of hours (he made an effort to never let the pot empty which got him lots of smiles from the nurses) and every once in awhile Lina, the 6 year old cancer patient whose room was just around the corner from the brightly colored desk, would wander out to ask him to check for monsters under her bed and to be tucked back in. It was pretty simple (and heartwarming) work.

However, staying up through the night for 5 nights a week made it damn near impossible to be awake during the day on his weekends off. Luckily enough for Luke, he had friends like Michael who tended to play video games all night despite working through the day (he stopped questioning how he managed it a long time ago) and his favorite grocery store was a 24 hour location.

The first time Luke had come to do his shop at around 2am, he had felt a little spooked by the parking lot and eerie silence in between Top 40 songs that played over the intercom in the store. But he soon grew to find the general atmosphere pretty calming and he made friends with the nighttime stocker (a guy named Calum who also never saw himself doing nighttime work but here they were) and it became something he really looked forward to on his Saturday (very early) mornings.

He arrives at the store just a bit after 1am. He just finished ‘a late breakfast’ (he still always finds himself giggling at the concept of eating meals at opposite points in the day as everyone else despite the obvious logic to the schedule) and has a list tucked into the pocket of his sweats. It’s a little chilly out so he grabs the first sweater he sees on the backseat - a blue cardigan - since he knows they also keep the store pretty cool in the night to make sure everybody stays awake through their shift.

As he grabs one of the smaller carts as he heads into the store, he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulls out his list first and drops it into the baby seat of the cart and then grabs his phone. Luke’s faced with the wild selfie Michael set for his profile picture and he rolls his eyes as clicks the icon to answer the call.

“What’s up, Mikey?” he answers as he starts pushing the cart in the direction of the produce section.

“You at the store yet?” Luke can hear the clicking of the buttons on the controller in Michael’s hands.

“Yeah, just got in. You need anything?”

Michael then rambles off a short list that Luke jots down into his notes app since he doesn’t have a pen or anything with him. He assures his friend he’ll come drop off the odd collection of snacks and things (“They have to be the dinosaur shaped ones. I swear Luke they do taste better.”) once he finished up his shop of real groceries.

Luke wanders around the produce, picking out what fruits and veggies he wants to have around for the week. He takes his time finding the apples without the bruises, bananas that will be the perfect amount of ripe by midweek, some leafy bunches for the salad he’s been assigned to bring for the breakroom potluck on Tuesday. He’s checking out some strawberries that he thinks might be nice to toss into the mix too when a human sized figure appears in the corner of his vision.

It’s a man around his size (in similar cozy clothes) facing away from him. He’s got hair the opposite color to Luke’s bleached blonde. His messy black curls are pulled back into a tiny bun that mirrors Luke’s own. The other man is broad and has a tattoo of a bird across the back of his neck, just barely visible above the collar of a faded blue sweatshirt. The tattoo is one that seems oddly familiar to Luke, as though it belongs to someone he knows. The man begins to wander off toward the bakery section of the store though and Luke shrugs off the recognition, figuring it might be someone he’s seen around a waiting room in the hospital at some point. He settles on some strawberries and starts pushing his cart in the direction of the deli and meats.

As he stares at the different packages of chicken and breakfast sausages, he can’t help but think back on the man he saw though. There was something achingly familiar about him, and more than just the tattoo. He can’t shake the thought for some reason and finds himself jumping in surprise when he feels his phone buzz once again in his pocket.

He doesn’t even have to look to the screen to know that it’s Michael calling again to add something to his list. In fact, he happens to even know the items that his friend failed to mention the first time he called. Luke presses the accept button and lifts the phone to his ear.

“Froot Loops and the character shaped fruit snacks?”

“The superhero ones, if they have them please!”

Luke continues around the store, grabbing all the bits from his list (and Michael’s 12 year old boy list) and eventually lands in the dairy section. He grabs the yogurt he’s been mixing granola into for breakfast lately and some butter for the cookies his mom sent him a recipe for. Only thing left in terms of food is cereal milk and coffee milk (2% and oat, respectively, of course). When he looks up from the list to make his way over to the fridges containing the plethora of milks, he is faced once again with the familiar stranger.

Except this time, as he catches just the briefest glimpse of the man’s face, of his hazel eyes and strong jawline, he realizes this isn’t a stranger. Very much not a stranger. It’s Ashton Irwin, the host of at least three of those reality dating shows he forces Michael to watch with him on the weekends since he can’t watch them when they air live on Monday and Tuesdays.

Or, well, he was the host of all of those shows until about two months ago.

Because Ashton Irwin has been dead for two months due to a freak heart attack while on vacation on some remote island.

Luke glances away from him for a moment in a panic. Has he completely lost it? Have the late nights finally gotten to him and he’s starting to actually see things that don’t exist? Was Calum right all along and the store really is haunted? (Though it's a little lost on him why a star TV host would want to haunt a grocery store. And not even a good one like that Whole Foods in Downtown.)

Then he realizes that perhaps he was just wrong. (Though now that he thinks about it, he very much remembers liking an Instagram picture of that tattoo on Ashton Irwin’s account a couple years back.) He’s far enough down the aisle from him that he can chance a look at the man without being caught. So, slowly, Luke turns again just slightly to look toward him.

It’s the hair that left him not immediately making the recognition. His hair has been dyed black, a stark contrast to his signature dark red but definitely a change that likely doesn’t draw as much attention. The sweatshirt he’s paired with black skinny jeans is pretty baggy and it’s a damn shame because Luke knows he has the arms of a god.

(Something Luke knows from the tabloid covers he glances at from time to time at the pharmacy and the summer version of the show that Ashton hosted, of course. He most definitely has never searched up his name + ‘biceps’ before. Never.)

But despite the obvious attempt to match the look and aesthetic of ‘2am grocery shopper’ he's still very unmistakably Ashton Irwin.

As Luke grapples with this new knowledge that apparently this person he thought was dead is not dead and also apparently goes to the same grocery as him, he fails to notice that Ashton has turned to face him and that he is still staring at him in shock.

Very quickly, Ashton’s face comes to mirror Luke’s expression and he’s rushing toward the blonde in a state of terror.

“Please don’t say anything,” he gasped in a hushed voice. The accent similar to his own that Luke has grown used to hearing on his TV sticks out some in his panicked words.

“How? I - uh? Are you,” Luke trips over every syllable that comes out of his mouth as he attempts to let his brain wrap around the situation. “Are you a ghost?”

The feared look of the black haired man actually fades some as he lets a quiet giggle escape (a very cute giggle, if Luke is being honest). “I’m, uh, not a ghost. No. Though I guess that does kind of accurately explain what I’m trying to be.”

Now Luke is even more confused. Based on the statement, he obviously wasn’t making up all of the tabloid stories he had seen about Ashton dying but something isn’t adding up to the present moment. “I don't-”

“Listen, if you’re going to go tell the press, can you at least give me like,” he glances down at his phone screen displaying the time. “2 hours to get back out to my friend’s place where I’ve been hiding?”

It’s now Luke’s turn to laugh. “You do realize if I go to some paparazzi or something and tell them I saw deceased Ashton Irwin wandering around my grocery store trying to decide between hazelnut and cashew milk they would just laugh in my face, right?”

The statement causes Ashton to look down at his hands to the milks in his hands. He sighs down at the cartons before tossing both of them in the cart. “Guess you’re not really wrong.”

“Is someone pulling some kind of long-winded, over the top prank on me right now? Am I being punk’d?” Luke asks, his head tilting some in a way that would normally have Michael making fun of him for the child-like behavior. “Because I know for a fact that I am not worth that much effort.”

The questions have Ashton smiling a bit again and Luke suddenly finds himself wanting to say increasingly dumb things so long as it’ll keep the hazel-eyed man smiling. “No, no. Not at all. I just,” his smile falters some, leaving his lips still turned up but his eyes drop some. “I started to get a little sick of the world and the world started getting a bit sick of me, I think.” Luke wonders if Ashton knew just how heavy his words feel.

He scoffs then, as if hearing Luke’s silent question. “Wow, sorry that was really dramatic,” Ashton shakes his head a bit before continuing. “Hi, I’m Ashton.”

Luke looks down to the tanned arm being stretched out toward him. He lifts a hand from his shopping cart and wraps it around Ashton’s. “I’m Luke.”

Ashton brightens again as he shakes his hand. “Well, Luke, you’re the first person other than my current landlord of sorts that I’ve come across since literally dying in the eyes of the media. So I guess I owe you an explanation? Since it seems like you’re familiar with that media viewpoint?”

Ashton moves to start pushing his cart in the direction of another area of the store but peers over his shoulder and gestures with his head to follow him. Luke quickly reaches into the fridge on his left to grab the rest of his dairy before catching up to him. “Well, you really don’t owe me anything. I don’t know you beyond what I see of you on my TV screen,” Luke wonders then if maybe he should have played it a bit cooler and not told the cute, presumed dead TV star that he watches his shows. “But I am a bit confused by whatever is going on and would like to hear anything you’re willing to share.”

“Cute and polite,” Ashton muses, avoiding Luke’s eye as he continues forward toward the packaged food aisles. “You’re already checking boxes, Luke.”

Some kind of intelligible noise falls from Luke’s lips as he feels a blush rush up to his cheeks because he’s flirting with him. Ashton only laughs and starts his story.

“Well Luke, you seem to be aware of what I did for a living up until about 2 months ago. I’ve been doing this job for like, about 5 years and before every new season of anything, there’s all these big network and programming meetings about production and filming and such. And every single time, I get hounded by our ratings people because I apparently don’t do enough to instigate and promote drama. Like my contract was getting threatened like three times a year because rather than trying to make peoples’ lives miserable, I just want to help them fall in love.

“And so at this particular meeting, about two and half months ago, just before the ‘accident’,” he punctuates the word with air quotations. “I got the boot. Ratings from the previous season were down by 3% and all of the uppers decided it was because of my congeniality and not the fact that the guy they chose for the season was a complete dick.

“So that night I have to host the red carpet stuff for an awards show. And I’m talking with all these glittery people who also do TV work and it suddenly hits me, harder than it ever has before, that every single person I’m speaking to would never even bother to smile in my direction if they didn’t know who I was. If I was just a plain old guy, the kind of guy I was back in school before I signed on to the shows, they probably wouldn’t pay me a single bit of kindness. So I decided, right then, as I was talking to some Grey’s Anatomy actor, that I wanted to get out.”

He turns into the chip aisle then, and Luke follows close behind. “You decided you wanted to step away from television and your first idea was to fake your own death?”

Ashton laughs as he reaches for a couple tubes of Pringles. “It was more than that,” he starts as he tosses the tubes into the cart. “I wanted to escape celebrity all together, not just the world of television. A friend from back home that I would trust with my life had this cabin kinda out in the middle of nowhere in this forest and he only ever uses it for like, two weeks in the summer and said I could camp out there until I find a way to get back to Australia undetected to live at the house I bought over there a few years ago. My manager helped with all the media stories and such. And two months later, here we are.”

“That’s insane,” Luke shakes his head as he speaks, reaching for his own tube of Pringles as he realizes it's been quite awhile since he got his hand stuck in a Pringle tube so why not?

“The journey is a bit wild, I will agree, Luke, but the life I’m living right now is much more enjoyable than faking it every damn day.”

Luke shakes his head (and ignores the fluttery feeling he keeps getting when Ashton says his name). “No, I mean it’s insane that I am somehow the first person that’s caught you.”

Ashton’s brows perk up at the statement. “Oh yeah no, I’m also pretty surprised by that. Figured I would have had to pay off a lot of people by now to keep them quiet.”

They’ve both pushed their carts up toward the self check out how and start scanning away at their items. Luke looks up halfway through his cart and catches Calum giving him a look from a little ways away. He’s got a suggestive look on his face. But thankfully it's one that reads much more as “ohhh Luke is talking to a boy” rather than “ohhh there’s a celebrity in my store”. Plus Luke knows Calum wouldn’t be the type to go rushing to media people to out the presence of dead celebrities in his grocery store at 2am so he chooses to subtly flip him off before reaching for the next item in his basket.

They’re both about done scanning and bagging up their groceries when Luke starts to realize he really...doesn’t want this little bit of time he’s spent with Ashton to end yet. And given his lack of normal human interaction during daylight hours as of recently, he’s a bit out of practice on the whole asking someone to extend a conversation beyond the grocery store aisles. He drops his bags back into his cart to roll back out to his car and as he watches Ashton perform the same action the words just sort of leap from his mouth. “Hey do you, uh, have anywhere to be right now?”

Ashton gently places a bag containing some produce into his cart before turning to Luke, a teasing smirk resting on his lips. “Luke, it’s 2am and I’m presumed dead to everyone but about 4 people,” he catches that Luke still looks somewhat nervous (something he would later reflect on to tell him just how damn cute it was) and continues. “So I’ve got just about all the time in the world.”

“Want to come to mine for lunch? We could make something and watch a show or keep chatting or something?” he asks, tentatively.

He watches as Ashton’s face shifts a bit, obviously confused by some part of what Luke’s just said. “Why would you ask if I’m free now if you were wanting to make lunch plans?”

Luke realizes his request requires some explanation for people that live during normal human hours. “Oh, because I have lunch at about 3am. Because I work nights. So right now feels like,” he pauses a moment, trying to decide and calculate what time this would have been for him before taking his job. “It feels like about 11am-ish for me right now. So close to lunch time.”

They’re out in the parking lot now and Ashton just stops for a moment beside Luke in the middle of the lot and looks up at him for a moment, a smile spreading across his face, his dimples, ones that Luke had grown used to seeing on his TV screens over the last few years, increasingly deepen. “Lunch sounds nice.”

Ashton follows Luke back to his apartment (and to the brief stop he makes at Michael’s where he ignores the comments about the man parked in the car behind his) and they park in the garage, carrying their groceries in their arms up to his unit. They each deposit their cold and frozen items into Luke’s fridge and he pours them each a glass of water as Ashton takes a seat at his kitchen counter. Luke sips from his glass as he watches Ashton glance around his kitchen and living room.

“I try to keep it cozy,” Luke explains as he reaches into a cabinet for a couple pots and pans. He migrates over to his sink to fill a pot with water to boil. “Needed it when I first started the working at night thing and I needed to find a way to force myself to sleep when the sun was up. Gonna make some pasta and chicken thing, that cool?”

Ashton smiles warmly from his place at the counter. “Sounds lovely. You mind if I use that?” he points to the opposite corner of the space where a black Keurig machine sits. “I don’t often do this whole living like normal in the night thing.”

Luke laughs at the comment on being nocturnal. “Go for it.”

He turns back to the pan of chicken, chopping it up and moving it around some before turning to a different burner and tossing in a few things to make a garlic sauce. He can make maybe two things that qualify as meals rather than just large portioned snacks so he’s opted for one of those since he so rarely has company.

“What do you do then that’s got you up all through the night?” Ashton asks as he opens the cabinet above the coffee machine pulling down a bright yellow mug. The color suits him, Luke thinks. “You work in tech support or something?”

“Thankfully very far off from that,” Luke starts with a giggle. “I’m absolute garbage with computers. I work the nurses’ desk for the recovery wing at one of the children’s hospitals. It’s a lot of checking and distributing charts, ordering things for the nurses, talking to parents when they want more logistical updates on their child’s care there. Sometimes I get to help entertain the kids who get to go out and about. Yesterday I let them request songs to play for awhile and then we had show and tell.”

“God, you’re like something out of some cheesy movie, huh?”

Luke turns to see Ashton smiling up at him, his arms crossed at his chest as he leans against the counter to face him, the coffee machine whirring to life behind him. Luke bites at his cheek to avoid an entirely too large smile to spread across his face though he knows he can’t help the blush painting it’s way across his nose and cheeks. “It’s a good job. Even worth the whole graveyard shift situation.”

Ashton grimaces at the end of Luke’s reply. “Night shoots used to kick my ass. There is nothing in the world more terrifying than slightly drunk women in hot pink crying over some complete asshole rejecting them after a cocktail party at 2am.”

“Was there anything about it that you liked, though?” Luke asks after he turns down the heat to let the sauce simmer for a bit. He watches Ashton stir some milk into his mug that he retrieved from the fridge.

“Of course,” Ashton answers quickly, in a tone that projects honesty rather than just being used to answering the question. “I got to travel to places I would have never made it to otherwise, meet people that I considered heroes growing up, provide for myself and my family. And for a while that’s why I just dealt with the bull shit. But I started to realize I was working my ass off for all of that good stuff I was getting. That I didn’t have to deal with things in exchange for those things that were mine because of my work.”

Luke isn’t quite sure what to respond to that. Because he’s right, the logic is obvious and sound on all of it. As he’s trying to formulate a response though, Ashton cuts in again. “Though I guess maybe that’s a pretty privileged logic I-”

“No, don’t,” Luke cuts him off. “You shouldn’t justify the unfair parts of your job like that. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your own values about the way people should be interacting with one another for the sake of drama for good TV ratings. You don’t owe anything to anyone who doesn’t actually give a shit about you as a person. I’ve known you for like two hours and it already just baffles me why someone wouldn’t want to know who you are behind the stage makeup and scripted lines.”

He watches as Ashton lifts the mug to his lips, pink cheeks peeking out from each side (he wonders if the change in color comes from the heat of the mug or the words he’s just said). He lowers the mug and his lips lift into a lazy smile. “See now I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually dead. Your kindness is angelic.”

Luke hasn’t a single clue how to respond to that so he gives the hazel-eyed man a small smile before returning to his saucepan. Ashton shifts the conversation then, asking Luke more about his job before telling him about the gardening he’s taken up since being stuck out in the middle of nowhere on his own. He shows Luke pictures of his herb garden and points out each one as he names it. As he starts putting food into bowls, Luke offhandedly mentions how he’s always wanted to grow lavender but tending to plants when you sleep through the sunshine makes gardening difficult. He drops a fork into a bowl and when he turns to hand it to Ashton, Luke watches as he hits the “Add to Cart” option on an Amazon page for lavender seeds. His heart does some kind of funny rhythm as butterflies burst in his chest. Their eyes meet as Ashton locks his phone and looks up to him.

“Pretend you didn’t see that, I want it to be a surprise,” Ashton whispers between the two of them, his right eye winking up at Luke as he accepts the bowl.

“So this is going to be happening again then?” Luke muses as he grabs his own bowl and walks toward the living room. Ashton follows behind him. “I should plan for future early morning lunches with a dead celebrity?”

“I know it comes with some amount of risk for both of us but,” Ashton looks down toward his feet, scratching at the back of his neck as he tries to come up with the right way to phrase things. Luke turns to face him as he hears the hesitation in his voice. “I really want to see you again. This has been nice. And not just because you’re the first person I’ve spoken to other than my mother in two months. I...want to know you, Luke.”

Luke smiles tiredly, feelings the earliness of the hour in a way that he hasn’t in quite some time. He watches as Ashton’s fingers fidget with a string hanging from the end of his sweatshirt, obviously nervous about what he’s just admitted to the man he’s only just really met, still. Luke reaches forward for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he squeezes his palm against Ashton’s. It feels nice to be close to someone like this. It’s something he didn’t realize he was missing out on while only really living in the night.

“I think you’re worth the risk, Ashton.”

He watches as Ashton looks down to their intertwined hands, Luke’s eyes following to the same place. His hands are pale from the lack of much sunlight other than what he gets at sunset when he goes out to take his walk after waking. Ashton’s is warm and tanned, likely from the sun he gets from days in his secret garden hideout. He barely knows this man, apart from the apparently highly curated version he’s seen on screen. He wants to know the Ashton that speaks like sunshine and loves love enough to lose his job over. He wants to know the steps he knows he’s skipping in his story right now that led to him faking his own death. So it’s no surprise that the next words have him smiling bright enough to light up the early morning they found each other in.

“I think we’re worth the risk, too.”

#lashton #lashton fic #i honestly have been staring at this for so long i can't even tell if i like it anymore #i had to end it in domestic fluff i am SORRY #i have no idea how to end fics otherwise #this is Such a funny au though #like there were def better ways to do it but it was fun #esp for never having given AU a shot before #wow we're rambling in the tags anyone surprised? anyone?#also almost made the title a line from when the day met the night by patd but decided against it #i picked this title on the 1d anniversary and i feel the need to honor My Men

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 5 years

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5 Seconds of Summer Blurbs

So here are the blurbs I’ve written for 5sos!!

Last Updated: 20/11/2020

Michael Clifford

Tattoo Artist!Michael

You’re a florist

Univeristy!Michael

You have mutual friends

Luke Hemmings

You dance together to ‘Ghost of You’

You have a different love language to Luke

He plays you a song he wrote for you

Greaser!Luke

You’re scared to admit that you love him

Neighbour!Luke

You’re a YouTuber

Spy!Luke

You both have a near-death experience

University!Luke

He confesses to liking you

Werewolf!Luke

He pretends to be a dog

Calum Hood

Watching him work out

Friends to lovers

You ask him to grow his hair out

Dressing Duke up in costumes

Baking cookies together

You’re Mike’s sister and he sets you up with Calum

You have an intense fight

He gets jealous of how well you get along with Mali

You’re a singer and perform at an open mic night

Wedding planning

You’re also in a band and play at the same festival as Calum

You drunkenly propose to him // Part Two

He wants to make sure you’re serious about him before he goes on tour

You pee blood and have to go to the hospital

You don’t think he loves you

You publicise your relationship after a few years

You get self conscious

There’s a competition to decide who goes as Calum’s date to the Mystal wedding

He comforts you

Baker!Calum

He stress bakes

Bartender!Calum

You’re friends who have feelings for each other

You go to the bar after a shitty date

Boxer!Calum

He teaches your daughter how to box

Camp Counsellor!Calum

You share a bed

Football Player!Calum

He asks you to be his girlfriend by giving you his jersey

You’re best friends // Part 2

You bring him lunch as he trains

He tries to impress you but it backfires

You celebrate with him after a match

You reassure him before a match

You take your son to his first match

Frat Boy!Calum

You reject him

You’re enemies but you get drunk at a party and he looks after you

Greaser!Calum

He’s scared to be in love

King of Hell!Calum

You’re a florist and he wants to protect you

Neighbour!Calum

Your friends have a bet for when you’ll get together

Nurse!Calum

You’re isolating separately

Single Dad!Calum

You run into him again after years

You go on your first date

He helps out on a school trip

University!Calum

You comfort him after a shitty date

Werewolf!Calum

He’s feeling whiny and cuddly

You worry he doesn’t love you because you’re human

I Need You Spin-Off Blurbs

Ashton Irwin

You get sick

He teaches you to drum

You dance together at your wedding

You bought him the sunshine cologne

You get a dog together

Complaining that Ashton doesn’t need to go to the gym

You play with his hair

You go to a concert together

He throws you a surprise birthday party

You’re Luke’s sister and have had a series of bad break-ups

You have eczema

You tell him you’re pregnant after you’ve been trying for ages

Dad!Ashton

You take your kids to play in the snow

Your daughter’s first steps

Frat Boy!Ashton

You’re dating and get cornered by a guy at a party

Teacher!Ashton

Your students plot to get you two together

University!Ashton

You tutor him

Werewolf!Ashton

His first shift

Cashton

Reunite after a long tour

You’re on your period

Ashton gets insecure

You have doodle dates

You have a lazy day

They come home early

You go travelling

Lazy morning

Mob!Cashton

You get threatened but don’t tell them

Neighbour!Cashton

The start of the relationship

Soulmate!Cashton

You meet them

For Eternity Spin-Off Blurbs

Luke offers to help you sleep

Luke wakes you after you spend the night with Calum and Ashton

You bond with Calum

You and Ashton kiss for the first time

Others in Hell find out about you

A different demon tries to flirt with you

Your wings begin to change colour // They finish changing colour

The first I love you

Kayshton

Lazy morning

Ashton’s feeling soft

Lashton

You’re pregnant

Quarantine with them

Lierra

You and Sierra take care of drunk Luke

They play you ‘Lover of Miine’

You have a nightmare and they play you ‘Best Years’

You’re an actress and they get jealous of your love interest

You surprise Luke on tour

You’re a Marvel actress

Quarantine life

You’re scared of large dogs

#courts blurbs #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #ashton irwin fanfiction #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin blurbs #calum hood #calum hood fanfiction #calum hood imagine #calum hood x reader #calum hood blurbs #cashton #cashton x reader

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calumsclifford · 4 years

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Marianas trench??? Hello??? Fun Canada pop punk??

YES!!! I’ve been obsessed for years??? And I honestly don’t get why they don’t have more crossover with 5sos fans because their career trajectories are so similar??

Like they started out firmly pop punk with songs like shaketramp (which is the first song of theirs I heard when the video always played on much music) and decided to break it (which is an all time fave of mine) on their first album (fix me, 2006) the entirety of which is just... so fun, such classics for me as a canadian 90’s kid

Then they started experimenting with more pop melodies on their second album (masterpiece theatre, 2010) with songs like all to myself and acadia, but they were still very guitar heavy. this album featured one of my favourite pop songs of all time, celebrity status, which in my opinion, really paved they way for their next era (this album also features a three piece set of songs, masterpiece theatre 1, 2 and 3, which are THE youngblood era lashton songs and some of my favourite songs of all time)

And then their third album came out (ever after, 2012) which is my absolute favourite album of all time, jfc if you ever listen to one album in its entirety, back to front, let it be this one!! It’s a concept album, which means it’s telling one story with one theme, and every single song transitions into each other so listening to it all together is like listening to one long song. It’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking and my very very favourite songs of all time are on here: ever after and porcelain (porcelain is THE malum song for anyone wondering). They also had massive hits on this album (in Canada anyways) that fucking SLAP like haven’t had enough, desperate measures, fallout and stutter, the last one being my favourite! If you like big harmonies and vocal walls like 5sos do in red desert or wildflower, listen to this song, you WILL NOT be dissapointed. (also lowkey think 5sos were inspired my Marianas Trench for those songs because in the past, like 2014-2015, Luke and Ashton said that they wanted to make music with harmonies like Marianas Trench and these are the first songs that really come close).

Fun fact: sometime after this, the lead singer and main writer of Marianas Trench wrote Story of Another Us with Luke and I can really feel the Ever After vibes in that song, if you like that song, listen to By Now

Then we have their fourth album (astoria, 2015). Another concept album and the lyrics on this one BREAK MY HEART they’re so good, songs like astoria and dearly departed are so thematically rich and beautiful, and who do you love has my favourite harmonies in any song I’ve ever heard. This is my favourite era of Marianas Trench, and the themes on calm remind me a lot of the narrative beats on this album (i mean this in a good way, both albums make me very happy)

And their most recent album (phantoms, 2019) is haunting and beautiful and also a concept album, and the concept is very much for me (a haunted house themed album???? Yes please), your ghost and the killing kind are huge standouts and only the lonely survive is pop lyrics at their peak. This album is incredibly unique for them and I absolutely love it, there are several horror movie references if you’re into that (I’m not but they’re there) and there are several references to motifs from their previous albums

I love this band so much and their journey from pop-punk band to strong pop to vocal harmony driven music is very similar to what 5sos have done and I’m not sure why we don’t talk about them more!!

#i love 5sos and i love that theyve written with and said theyre inspired by mt #because mt has consistently put out really good music since 2006 #maybe theyre just too small and canadian for the fandom!#idk no shade on anyone because mt isnt for everyone #i just love to talk about them very very much #thank you so much for this ask please send me mt opinions #also im answering publicly to share our love for this band hope thats ok!!!#5sos + mt #asks

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fallfrom-babylon · 6 years

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reblog if the following fucked you up:

- ashton’s rapping/singing skills in best friend aka his song.

- “demons hide behind my back & i can see them. 1,2,3,4. leading me to do their dirty work, won’t let them knock me down my door.”

- calum in babylon bc yes it’s his song.

- “oh you’re a queen but uncrowned.”

- “YOUR LIPSTICK STAIN IS A WORK OF ART.” TO FUCKING “YOUR LIPSTICK STAIN FADES W TIME.”

- talk fast

- lie to me. who tf hurt them?