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♪ Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go? I don't wanna know ♪
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daycibelle · 2 years
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me myself and i is out now // 5SOS5, september 23rd.
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aficaramel · 1 year
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luke hemmings headers
like or reblog if you save/use
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valxtinecalx · 1 year
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OH MY GOD🖤🥰🥀
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5sos-fic-fest · 1 year
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Writer sign-ups and song submissions close at 11:59 pm CST on Saturday, October 8th!
Sign up as a writer HERE.
Submit prompt songs HERE.  Please include the song title and artist!  The current prompt list can be found here.
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means-nxthing · 1 year
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5sos moments that remind me of other 5sos moments because i have a problem :)
links to youtube - watchtime 8:10
‎♡‧₊˚ have you memorised every piece of 5sos content out there? do you hear them say something and it reminds you of something else they have said? same, here's a compilation ˚₊‧♡
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noahthefanboyjaw · 2 years
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Es normal que a pocos chicos les guste 5sos🤔
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uservalentine · 10 months
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confusionmeisss · 6 months
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some of u in this fandom exhibit truly vile, nasty, disgusting, disrespectful behavior, and i don’t understand how u aren’t more embarrassed of urselves. like, do u truly not know how to show others basic human respect & empathy? ur just embarrassing & vile, not sorry to say.
no bc some of these ppl are pissing me offff badddd.
like how do u think it's okay to go and record luke while he's in his PRIVATE dressing room at the venue?????? and saying u probably shouldn’t post it but it was just too cute not to????? absolutely vile behavior. u should be fucking ashamed of urself.
and then fucking chanting over michael's speech b4 jbh when u know what that song means to him & so many others for fucking pizza! (edit: he said no 11 fucking times!) u just just show absolutely no respect for him as a human being with feelings and it's absolutely disgusting, and it saddens me to my core. just, y'all need to learn how to be more respectful of others. like, 5sos are human being with feelings. they are not just puppets being played with by a child; they are real Human Beings. they have feelings that can be hurt & just seeing some of u treat them like they're toys to just be played with is absolutely irritating.
also, the fans on twitter bullying a CHILD; a fifteen yr old for finding comfort in lukes album when they were 13 is just absolutely horrid. just shows u have no fucking empathy for people. fuck u, and ur complex of being a fan for longer, that doesn’t fucking mean anything. discovering new music/new artists does not have an age limit! 5sos, luke would be so so so absolutely ashamed of u for acting this way toward someone who found comfort in his music. that’s what music is there for. music is there to a be a comfort to those who need it. trauma does not care what age u are, as well. and if people find that music helps them in their healing journey, and decide to share that, then u do not have the right at all the be disrespectful & bully them over that.
just, learn basic fucking respect & empathy & be better i beg of u!
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lovercth · 7 months
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Thinking about the time Calum experienced the stages of grief while Ashton read a thirst tweet
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kindahoping4forever · 7 months
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Needed for the blog, you understand
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home life ~ ashton irwin
word count: 1669
request?: yes!
“So the request is domestic everyday life fluff with any of them. Whichever you know best or maybe a short blurb of all of them. I trust you so have fun and thank you!”
description: what’s the typical day like for ashton and his wife? let’s find out
pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader
warnings: nothing just some super cute domestic fluff with ashton
masterlist (one, two, three)
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As much as Ashton loved to make music and go on tour, his favorite place to be was at home with you. More specifically, in your shared bed, which was where he was now.
He had awoken before you, both of you submerged in the sea of warm blankets. He rolled over to face you and couldn’t help but smile as he looked at your sleepy face. You were asleep on your stomach, your face smooshed adorably into the pillow. A small sliver of sunlight poked through the closed blinds and landed perfectly against your face, giving you a glow as if you were Ashton’s personal angel.
He moved slowly closer to you as to not wake you. He extended a hand to run it over the soft and warm skin along your shoulders and back. You stirred at the touch, peaking open one eye to look at him before closing it again. A small smile came across your face as you snuggled closer to him.
“Good morning,” you murmured.
“Good morning, love,” Ashton responded. “Did you sleep well?”
“I always sleep well when you’re home.”
Ashton smiled and opened his arms to you. You turned to face him and shuffled closer until the warmth of his arms engulfed you. You breathed in his familiar scent as you buried your head in his chest.
“What if we stayed in bed all day?” he murmured into your hair. “We don’t have anything to do anyways.”
“I love the idea, but if we lay in bed all day we’ll get bed sores.”
“Those aren’t real.”
“Maybe not, but I’m not going to test that. Besides, we have to get up to eat and use the bathroom and stuff eventually.”
Ashton sighed and pressed a kiss against your head. “Okay, counter offer: we stay in bed for one more hour, then we’ll get up.”
You smiled and kissed his neck. “I can agree to that, I guess.”
An hour came and passed and Ashton was reluctant to get up or to let you go, but a deal was made and he was a man of his word. You reluctantly peeled yourself from the bed, your body still care from your night with Ashton. He watched you longingly as you walked to the bathroom. When he heard the shower turn on, he quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
As much as Ashton loved being physically intimate with you, he also loved these moments of tender intimacy. Maybe even more than the physical intimacy sometimes. You were stood together under the hot water. Ashton had lathered up your hair with shampoo and gently tilted your head back under the water to rinse. You did the same for him before switching so he could put considering in your hair. He then lathered up his hands with body was and started to wash your body. You leaned into his touch, a dreamy smile on your face.
You giggled as his hands started moving down between your legs. “Naughty boy. You’re supposed to be cleaning me.”
“But getting dirty is way more fun,” he replied.
You giggled and playfully pushed him away. You rinsed the suds from your body before leaning in to kiss Ashton. His hands wandered over your soft, wet skin as his lips moved to your neck.
“You’re giving me mixed signals, love,” he mumbled against your neck.
“Only because you’re a horny nuisance,” you giggled.
“You knew that when you married me.”
One hot shower turned very cold later, you were both finally drying yourselves off and getting dressed. You offered to make breakfast, but Ashton insisted on ordering delivery for the two of you instead. “A lazy, relaxing day,” he said. You weren’t about to argue.
You always cherished having Ashton home. Days like these, where you were both home and free of any responsibility for an entire day, were few and far between, and they seemed to be very fleeting. You knew this was Ashton’s life when you married him. In fact, you had gotten a practice run of it in the early years of your relationship. It didn’t make the time away from one another any easier, or the time together any less bittersweet.
Since Ashton decided on a lazy day together, you collected the softest blankets in the house and settled down on the couch. Ashton collected the breakfast when it arrived and brought it into the living room. He placed the spread on your coffee table and took his place next to you on the couch.
“What shall we watch?” you asked as you cuddled into his side.
“You choose,” he responded.
“We both know that’s a bad idea since I’ll undoubtably end up choosing Encanto for the hundredth time.”
“More like millionth.” You elbowed him playfully. “But I love how excited you get when we watch it, so how can I pass up that opportunity?”
You smiled at him and gleefully turned on your favorite movie. The two of you watched in near silence as you ate, sometimes broken by you singing along softly.
“You’re very cute,” Ashton commented after your one woman performance of We Don’t Talk About Bruno.
“I know,” you teased. “But I don’t think that compliment applies when I’m stuffing my face and singing along to Disney tunes.”
“No, especially then.”
You shook your head. “That’s just lies, and you’re not supposed to lie to your wife.”
You placed you plate aside and laid back into his arms. He looked down at you with that look - the lovesick puppy look. He’s had it ever since you first met. There was something warm and comforting about that fact; the fact that after all these years, Ashton still looked at you with so much love in his eyes.
“You’re very cute,” he repeated, lightly brushing his lips against your nose.
“You mentioned that already,” you teased.
“I’ll keep telling you as many times as you want to hear it.”
You smiled and into into his embrace, kissing his cheek.
You spent a few hours cuddled up on the couch going back and forth picking what movies to watch. Ashton’s hand idly roamed your body; first running through your hair, then running over your arm and back, then tracing circles on your thigh. It brought you an added comfort and was almost enough to lull you to sleep a couple of times.
When dinner time came around, you told Ashton you were going to cook for the two of you and you refused to hear otherwise on the matter. He agreed, but only on the terms that he helped you.
That lasted all of five minutes, after which you had to kick him out because he was getting in the way more than helping.
“Go set the table or something,” you had said, playfully, after swatting him with the dish towel.
Some time later, you had dinner ready and placed on the table for the two of you. The sun had set and the only light in the room was the dim light of the lamps. Realizing how quickly the day had gone by resulted in a feeling of melancholy settling over you. You were starting to be reminded about your fleeting time with Ashton yet again.
Noticing your mood switch, Ashton reached out to hold your hand. “Hey, what’s up?”
You snapped out of your mood and smiled. “Nothing. I’m good. Just hungry.”
“Then eat, silly.”
After eating and washing up the dishes, you found yourself back in bed, once again cuddled up in Ashton’s arms. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heart beating against your ear. It was another moment you tried not to take for granted: the calm moments when you could just lay with Ashton, take in the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing. His hand had slipped under your shirt and was tracing circles against your bare skin. You could feel the callouses on his fingers against the softness of your skin.
Your eyes kept glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Every minute that ticked by was a minute closer to Ashton’s break ending. You still had a few days, but the next few days were filled with work for you and obligations for the both of you. This would be your last day alone together, and it felt like it was going by way too fast.
“Hey.” You looked up to see Ashton’s concerned face. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”
You sighed. “I don’t want the day to end.”
“I know,” he said. “I don’t either, but we still have a few days left.”
“Not ones where we’re both off and can just spend the day together.”
He pulled you in tighter and kissed you on top of your head. “I know, love, but you can’t think about the future in dread like that. You gotta try to live in the moment. Think about us, here, right now. Besides, I don’t care if we have things going on or if I only get to spend a little time with you before or after you have work. As long as I get to spend time with you at all, I’ll be happy.”
Tears were welling in your eyes, both a combination of happiness at his words but also a little sadness at the thought of having to let him go sometime soon. But you cuddled into his side and tried to do as he said; forget about the future and try to live in the now.
“I love you, you know,” you said, your words muffled from your face being buried against his chest.
He chuckled. “I know. I love you, too.”
“I love you more.”
He gave you a look and poked at your side. “Don’t start this debate. We both know how it’s going to end.”
You giggled and settled in next to him for the conclusion of your relaxing day.
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nyoomfruits · 8 months
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🔀 for landoscar if you like :)
i got super trouper by abba so OBVIOUSLY my brain immediately went 'landoscar boyband au' and uuuh. i actually wrote thing for it??? so??? here you go????
Most of the time, Lando’s relieved they gave up on trying to do any kind of synchronized choreography long ago. He’s never been very good at remembering all the different steps, always sort of missed his que, and next to George ‘what like it’s hard?’ Russell, anyone ends up kind of looking like a floppy fish anyway.
But right now, he kind of misses it. At least it gave him a purpose, especially during slower songs like these, the romantic love ballad that means he can’t just run around and make weird faces at the crowd for a bit while he waits for his turn to sing again.
They all have their thing during this song, anyway. George is center stage, carrying most of the verses and the chorus, belting like his heart depends on it. Pierre and Charles are doing, well, whatever Pierre and Charles do. Right now it looks like they’re doing some kind of ballroom dancing, Pierre twirling Charles around as they giggle loudly and nearly miss their que for the chorus, coming in just a second too late.
Meanwhile Alex is off to Lando’s other side, blowing kisses at the crowd and encouraging them to put up their flashlights and sway along, making a group of girls in the front row giggle and swoon.
Speaking of the front row, Lando glances out in the crowd again, searching, as he has been all night. Their lighting set up is insane, so he’s barely been able to see the crowd, but with the ballad it’s softer, more forgiving. He can actually see people’s faces now.
And so it doesn’t take long, before he spots him. Oscar is kind of awkwardly crammed between the barrier at the walkway stage and a girl holding a sign that says ‘CHARLES WILL YOU MARRY ME’. He looks horribly out of place, wearing a plain dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, a stark contrast with the decked out glitter covered fans around him. But his face, god.
There’s about 17.000 people in the venue right now. Many of them have posters of Lando above their bed, have entire Instagram pages dedicated to him, write his name next to theirs surrounded by hearts in the margins of their notes. And yet no one is looking at him with more love in their eyes then Oscar is right in that moment.
The bridge of the song comes around, and Lando fumbles for his mic, raising it just in time to start singing. He sings the whole cheesy, generic, saccharine sweet thing right at Oscar, not breaking eye contact for a moment.
No one knows about them, and maybe they never will. Maybe they will have to spend the rest of their lives in the shadows, hiding and sneaking around and keeping it a secret. It’s the prize, of the ridiculous level of fame Lando finds himself in.
But this moment, this little moment in the harsh glow of the spotlight, this is theirs. And no one is going to take that away from them.
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valxtinecalx · 1 year
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Happy 11 years to my saviours and kings👑
Who knew a band could bring so many people together!!
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thugpugs4lrh · 7 months
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Keep Me Safe
‼️TRIGGER WARNING: this work is extremely depressing and dark. Do not read unless you are 100% stable.
Pairing: Luke x feminine and little!reader
Warnings: verbal/emotional abuse implied, self harm, blood, bandages, emotional meltdown
Word Count: 1515
This is your last warning to step away if you are triggered by the above topics
You sat in the bathroom, absolutely sobbing your heart out. You’d just gotten off the phone with your mother, and to say you were hurt was an understatement. Throughout the call, she’d belittled you and berated you, telling you it was your own fault you didn’t have friends and that your life would be so much better if you’d just let her “help” you. To hear such awful, hurtful things from the person that gave you life was something you never thought would happen to you. 
You wailed as you pressed your nails further into your skin, enjoying the way the physical pain distracted you. The feeling, you had decided, was what you were seeking. You shakily reached under the sink, already feeling guilty but not stopping yourself. In the far left corner, shoved to the back, was a small bag of your old blades. They were hidden specifically so Luke wouldn’t find them. He knew you had a history of self-harm, but you had been clean for over eight months since being with him. 
Grabbing one of the fresher pieces of metal, you immediately made a small mark on your inner arm. It wasn’t big, less than an inch long, but it immediately began to pour blood. Despite the slight feeling of dizziness that went rushing to your head, you made more cuts that began to litter your arms and legs. 
After the eighth cut, you were snapped out of your trance and began to realize what you’d done. Your cuts were absolutely pouring blood that was beginning to seep onto the bathroom floor. You hurriedly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to press it to the wounds, crying heavily. You knew Luke wasn’t going to be mad. He would be worried for you. And that made you cry more than him being mad would. 
The thought of making your daddy worried about you was enough to immediately make you slip into littlespace, sobbing as you feebly tried to stop the bleeding. By this point, you were absolutely wailing for Luke as you held the pieces of toilet paper to your arms and legs. Your tiny voice repeatedly called out for daddy, begging him to come make things better and take away your hurt.  
Luckily for you, Luke had just walked in the door after getting home from the studio. He noticed all of the lights downstairs were off, but your car was in the driveway. 
“Y/N? I’m home!” he called, wandering up the stairs. 
Luke cocked his head as he heard your tiny sobs from the bathroom. He listened once more just to be sure and sure enough he heard your little voice calling out for daddy. The blond immediately rushed over to the door and twisted the knob, cursing when he realized it was locked. 
“Princess! Open the door for Daddy, please!” he called, urgency in his voice. 
“No can! Daddy hurt,” You cried, wanting to rush into Luke’s arms but knowing you couldn’t get off the floor. “Beedin Daddy!” 
“Fuck.” Luke whispered under his breath, running into your shared bedroom and retrieving one of your bobby pins from on top of the dresser. 
There had been many a time where your little self had accidentally gotten locked in the bathroom, but Luke could tell this time was different. The urgency in your voice told him everything. He rushed back to the bathroom and immediately popped the lock, shoving open the door. 
“Angel?...oh my god.” he whispered more to himself than to you when he saw the scene. 
“Daddy helps!” You sobbed. 
“Shhh shh shhh, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he said, immediately scooping you up. “Oh princess.” 
Luke held you on his hip as he grabbed a washcloth, not even caring about your blood seeping into his white shirt. He ran the cloth under cool water and immediately started applying pressure to your wounds, his heart breaking as he listened to your cries. 
“Daddy is so sorry his princess is in pain.” he said sadly as you leaned your head on his shoulder, crying all the same. 
You were beginning to grow faint from the blood loss and Luke could tell by the way your grip was going slack. He filled up a tiny mouthwash cup with some water and sat you down on the vanity, holding the cup in one hand and the cloth in the other. 
“Deep breaths, honey. In through your nose, out through your mouth…good job, baby girl!” he said with an encouraging smile as you copied his breathing. “Can you drink some water now? Daddy will help you.”
You nodded softly. “Mhm.”
Luke held the cup up to your lips, allowing you to take small sips of water. He gently kissed your forehead when you were done, praising you for being such a good girl. “Daddy loves you so much, honey. Always remember that.” 
You whimpered softly, making grabby hands for Luke to pick you up again. “Daddy.” You whined quietly. 
“Let’s fix your boo boos and then I’ll hold you, okay lovely?” Luke asked, a soft look in his blue eyes. 
You nodded but made a sad sound, tears starting to flow. Luke grabbed the bottle of peroxide from under the sink, as well as gauze, Neosporin, and bandaids. Even in your regressed state, you could see how much Luke cared for you. His shirt was covered in your blood, his curls were sweaty and falling in his face, and you could see the panic on his features, but he expressed nothing but love towards you. 
“This may hurt a little, baby. Squeeze Daddy’s hand if you need to, ‘kay?” Luke told you as he prepared the peroxide. 
As soon as he squeezed some of the liquid on your cuts, you began to sob and squeeze his hand. If your grip wasn’t rather weak at the moment, it probably would’ve actually hurt. Luke’s face dropped into a pout as he heard your cries, but if he was worried, he didn’t show. He wiped the injuries with the gauze, before grabbing the Neosporin and using clean hands to smooth some over your boo boos. 
“Want pony bandaids, princess?” he asked softly, trying to cheer you up. 
“Pease.” You mumbled softly. 
You were quite exhausted and sad at this point and all you wanted was for Luke to pick you up and snuggle you in bed with your stuffie and pacifier. Your little mind couldn’t even really comprehend the fact that you had purposely hurt yourself. All you knew was that it hurt. A lot. Daddy placed the bandaids over all of your cuts with so much love and care until he finally, finally scooped you up. 
You laid your head against Luke’s shoulder, yawning and fisting your eyes. “Seepy.”
“Aww, I know, honey,” Your daddy rubbed your back, carefully walking downstairs with you perched on his hip. “Let’s get you a snack and some water and then we’ll take a nap, okay?”
Luke didn’t care how late in the day it was. You were in pain and needed some rest, especially after going through such trauma in such a regressed state of mind. He carefully handed you an apple slice while reaching into the cabinet for your sippy cup. Despite how hard it was to make your water and snack while holding you on his hip, Luke never let go. 
Once you had finished your small snack, the blond walked back upstairs, still holding you. He carefully set you on the bed, watching for any tears that may have started. 
“Daddy’s just going to change into pjs so we can cuddle, okay honey?” he told you.
You nodded, snuggling your stuffie to your chest as you watched Luke pull off his blood-soaked shirt and jeans. You smiled softly when you realized Daddy was putting on your favorite, sensory-approved pajama pants. It wasn’t until Luke went to pull a shirt over his head that you had an issue. 
“No Daddy! No shirt!” You protested. 
“Okay, angel, okay. No shirt.” he chuckled, knowing how much comfort skin-to-skin cuddling brought you. 
Daddy pulled back the covers of the bed and slid in next to you, handing you your paci that said Daddy’s Princess from his nightstand. He made sure you had your paci and your stuffie before pulling you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back. 
“Daddy loves you, baby.” he cooed. 
“Loves you, Daddy.” You said with a great yawn. 
It wasn’t long until you fell asleep, comforted by Luke’s presence and worn out after such a day. Luke knew it would be a long road from here. He made a mental note to ask you about seeing a psychiatrist again when you were big. He also knew that he needed to wash his clothes, get rid of your blade stash and clean the blood off the bathroom floor, but that could wait until you were sleeping. For now, he just soaked in the feeling of having you relaxed on his chest. Your daddy knew that he would always keep you safe. 
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arishemmo · 3 months
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5sos posted, matt posted, the wednesday vlog just dropped
IM IN SHAMBLES THERES SO MUCH GOING ON AT ONCE IDK WHERE TO START
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