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[truthorclifford]

You can’t kinkshame me when I have no shame

[sonderbucky]

Song-based!blurb night

Hi guys!! 

So on Saturday, March 11th at 5pm central time (3 pacific, 6 eastern) I will be co-hosting a blurb night with celestialmike, ghiblicclifford, just-lie-to-me, sharkbean, sweetestcalum, and theghostofashton!

This blurb night will be around the theme of song-based writings. So you could take, for example, Good Goodbye by One OK Rock and make a blurb based on that! You can write angsty things, fluffy things, anything your little heart wants. You can write self-insert—(y/n)—or ships between the boys; it doesn't matter to us! Whatever you are comfortable with writing :) 

I'm not sure about the rest of the group, but as for me, you can start sending in your requests for Saturday! Just send me the song title and the boy/ship.

I hope you guys participate! <3 ox, Krystal

[solarune]

dirty mirror and you can see my friends in the background but here's me actually going out on a friday night lmao

[hazah]

I made an art insta??

link me!!!

[daniellesimagines]

Touch (Ashton Irwin) *

word count: 2932 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: kidnapping, mention of abuse, needles fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: regular summary: your dreams are plagued with flashbacks of your kidnapping, and the only person who can help is someone you were told you’d never see again inspired by: @cliffovevo (x) authors notes: none other parts: none

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Flashback

Maybe he should have taken you home. Maybe he should have asked you to stay the night. Maybe he should have just not asked you to go out at all. Maybe he should have...

A lot of ‘Maybe I should have’s ran through Ashton’s mind over and over again the morning he found out you went missing, and they never ceased plaguing him for the six months you were gone.

Where were you? Who took you? What were they doing to you?

Ashton didn’t know.

But what he did know was that he couldn’t force himself to face your family. He knew they didn’t blame him – God, they loved him so much, they treated him as their own – but... He just couldn’t do it.

When he looked at your mother, he saw you. When he heard your dad speak, it was like listening to the jokes you always seemed to come up with on the spot. When he looked at your older brother, he saw the strong-willed woman he fell in love with... And that was just it; Everything about your family reminded him too much of you. And he just couldn’t bear to see them and know that you weren’t there.

So your family went on with life with both you and Ashton no longer around. Sure, it was hard, but they couldn’t help but feel for him. They knew they were all messes no knowing where you were or what was happening to you, but they also knew that Ashton probably felt like they were somehow mad at him for being the last person you were with. He loved you more than anyone else and having not seen him in the last six months, they knew he was taking it hard.

That is... Until five days ago...

Someone called local police nearly a week ago with a possible sighting of ‘a missing girl he’d seen on Facebook’. They obviously checked it out and the hellish half a year you’d been enduring was finally over. Your kidnappers’ mistake? Making you go outside to get the mail every day.

From the moment you reached the hospital, you freaked out when anyone made an attempt to touch you. To you, everyone was going to hurt you. And you were not about to go through six more months of that.

Your nurse decided to wait until you had been asleep for a couple hours before putting your IV in, hoping you were a heavy enough sleeper to get it done without waking you up. She did, of course, and then did the rest of her duties before going back out to the nurse’s station.

When your parents and brother arrived at the hospital 40 minutes later, your mother quite honestly about burst into tears when the nurse told her you had a serious case of amnesia. The officers that had found you told them about your experience – how you could remember every single detail of what your kidnappers had done to you but not remember something as simple as how old you were or how many siblings you had. And as much as they wanted to take away the pain, they were just happy you were alive.

End flashback

​Your brother had gone home to get you your favorite pair of fuzzy socks that afternoon – ones Ashton had bought for you on your first Christmas together, actually – because he knew how much you hated the feeling of hospital socks. He jumped when he heard your phone vibrate on your nightstand, still where you’d left it plugged into the charger six months ago after forgetting to take it with you the day you were taken. He went over, figuring you’d want it when you woke up – hoping it would somehow jog your memory to see the photos you had – only to find a bunch of notifications when he took it off the charger – a few from social media but mainly all messages from the same person: Ashton.

Braeden scrolled up the text thread – which took longer than he expected – finding the first message Ashton sent dating back to the morning after you went missing. And when he finally realized that Ashton was blaming himself for your disappearance, he knew he had to text him back.

Ash, it’s Braeden. They found her She’s at St. Vincent’s She’s gonna be okay

Braeden got the read receipt almost immediately but no response. So he put the phone in his pocket, quickly grabbed your socks, and was back out the door, wanting to get back to the hospital before Ashton got there.

~

20 minutes later

Braeden was walking up to the hospital doors and he could see Ashton in the waiting room talking to the receptionist. His hair was a mess and it was obvious he’d been pulling at it. The doors opened and he heard Ashton begging the woman to let him see you. She looked like she was about to tell him no, so Braeden stepped up to the counter beside your boyfriend.

“Hey, Nancy,” he said, making Ashton’s head snap over, “He’s with me.”

“Is he family?” she asked him.

“Practically.”

“Brae, you know only family’s allowed up there right now.”

“Come on, Nanc,” Braeden smiled, “He’s her boyfriend.” He batted his eyelashes at her for good measure, making her sigh.

“Go,” she waved the two men off.

“Thank you!” your brother grinned, putting his hand on Ashton’s shoulder and leading him down the hallway to the elevator. The ride up to the ICU was quiet – the only sound being Ashton’s heavy breathing as he anxiously awaited finally seeing you again after six months.

The elevator doors opened and Ashton immediately stepped out, but Braeden grabbed his arm, keeping him from going any further.

“Ash, there are things you need to know before you go into that room,” your brother said.

“What things?” Ashton’s voice cracked from crying so much since you were taken.

“The people who kidnapped her... They weren’t gentle with her, Ashton. They hurt her really bad to the point where not even the nurses can touch her when she’s awake... She was beaten pretty badly for six months and...”

“And?” Ashton swallowed, tearing up again at the thought of not being there to protect you.

“She doesn’t remember anything about her past,” he sighed, shaking his head, “She only remembers the hell she endured for the last six months – she doesn’t remember me or our parents or her friends or-”

“Me...”

“Ash, I know this is a lot to take in, but I just... I don’t want you to be offended or get upset if she doesn’t let you touch her, okay? She’s got a long road of recovery ahead of her and the best we can do for her right now is encourage her from the sidelines.”

Ashton’s heart sank at hearing he couldn’t touch you when all he wanted was to have you in his arms again. But he did understand. The last thing he wanted to do was traumatize you even more and if that meant he had to keep his distance for a while, that was what he was going to do.

“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head slightly so Braeden knew he understood. Your brother nodded as well, finally taking Ashton to the room you were staying in.

The moment they entered the room, Ashton felt sick to his stomach at how many machines you were hooked up to. But your heart monitor was steadily beating, and that offered him some comfort and reminded him that you were there and you were alive. Your mom and dad looked over from their spots a few feet away from your bed, smiling when they saw Ashton was there.

“Ash,” your mom breathed, getting up from her chair and walking over to him, “How are you? I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

“Why are you sorry?” he murmured as he hugged her back, “She’s your daughter.”

“We all love her the same,” she grinned softly before releasing him, “How have you been holding up?”

“Barely,” he answered honestly, his voice low and broken.

Ashton turned to look at your sleeping figure, finally getting a good look at you. Your arms and face were covered in cuts and bruises and he felt anger bubble up in his chest at the thought of someone touching you like that. But he took a deep breath, reminding himself that you were safe now and he was never going to let this happen to you again.

~

45 minutes later

Ashton, Braeden, and your parents were sitting around, chatting softly as they waited for you to wake up again. Your nurse came in to check on you every so often and update them on your condition and answering any questions your family had. Ashton wasn’t speaking much though, simply adding to the conversation when he was asked a direct question, but other than that, his eyes were always on you.

“What do you think she’s dreaming about?” Ashton asked randomly, making everyone stop and look at him.

“What do you mean?” your mom asked.

“She’s smiling,” he said, causing them to look over and finally notice the grin on your face.

“Maybe she’s dreaming about that time you came with her to our cousin’s birthday party and she made you wear one of her little plastic tiaras the whole day,” Braeden chuckled.

“Or that time you guys came to Thanksgiving and ate until you made yourselves sick because you’d already gone to see your family that morning,” your mom added with a smile.

“What about that time she made him come on our trip to the zoo last summer?” your dad laughed lightly.

“Oh, right!” Braeden grinned widely, “She made Ash carry her on his back the whole time!”

“I was sore for weeks after that,” Ashton couldn’t help but smile as well. Everyone continued reminiscing until they heard a small whimper off to the side.

“Ash...” The sound of your voice made their heads snap up, looking between each other before looking at you. Your eyes were still closed, but there was now a pout on your lips.

“Did she just...” your dad trailed off quietly.

“She just said ‘Ash’...” your mom whispered in surprise.

They then watched your eyes flutter open and you blinked a few times, getting used to the light coming in through the window. You didn’t look at them right away, probably thinking you were still dreaming, but when your eyes shifted and they met Ashton’s, they widened.

“Ashton...” you whispered softly as if you were trying to convince yourself you were actually seeing him. Braeden nudged him gently, motioning toward you, prompting him to swallow thickly.

“Y/N,” he said your name, unsure whether or not you could actually hear it.

“Ashton,” you repeated, your eyes starting to water. You could barely move your arm, but your hand was open on the bed beside your thigh, reaching out for him to take.

Ashton was in such shock that he couldn’t move, causing Braeden to nudge him again and urge him to go to you. He stopped beside the bed, his heart racing. He didn’t understand why you seemed to remember him and not your parents or brother, but when he finally put his hand in yours and you held onto him tighter than you ever had before, relief just flooded through him.

“You remember me?” he whispered as if your family wouldn’t still hear him.

"You're alive?" you ignored his question, making everyone furrow their eyebrows.

"Of course I'm alive," he shook his head in confusion, "Why wouldn't I be alive?"

“Th-They said they ki...” your eyes welled up with tears at the memory, “They... They kept sh-showing me photo o-of us... They s-said even if I m-made it out ali-alive, I'd never s-see you aga-again...”

“I’m fine, princess,” he assured you, “No one’s done anything to me.” Ashton then squeezed your hand before letting go of it, instead leaning down so his forearm was resting on the pillow above your head and his other hand now barely touching your cheek. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he choked, letting his forehead rest on yours, “If I had just taken you home myself instead of letting you walk-”

“It’s not your fault, Ash,” you mumbled, your hand raising up and landing on the back of his head, making him sigh as your fingernails scratched his scalp.

It was then that you heard shoes squeak on the linoleum floor. You took a quick glance at the nurse standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and jaw hanging open slightly.

Since the moment you woke up five days ago, she hadn’t seen a single person you allowed to touch you. So when she saw you letting Ashton hold you the way he was, she was understandably shocked.

She looked over at your parents and brother and nodded for them to come outside the room. They did, and you heard her say that since you’re letting someone touch you, they should probably give you two a few minutes alone – to which your family obviously happily obliged.

But you were brought back to what was happening in your room when you heard your boyfriend sniffle.

“Ash...” you said softly, but it only made the sniffling louder. 

“I love you,” he whimpered, “I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, Ashton,” you murmured, tilting your head so you could press your lips to his. You felt Ashton let out a deep sigh, kissing you back roughly to make up for every kiss he’d missed in the last six months.

“I love you,” he swallowed thickly again, feeling you smile. You didn’t respond though – you just kept kissing him.

~

Two hours later

After informing your nurse that you had a headache – your eleventh one since you were admitted into the hospital – she told you that it would be best to perform a spinal tap just to make sure you had no bleeding around your brain. Part you regretted opening your mouth, but the other part was relieved – you certainly didn’t want any bleeding around your brain, especially if it meant it got you discharged from the hospital faster.

Ashton was sitting on the chair beside your bed, your hand in his as he rubbing your knuckles – your parents and brother had gone to the cafeteria to get something to eat half an hour ago. The nurse told you to lay on your side, but the moment she touched your hospital gown to move it off of your lower back, you started panicking again. You knew at this point that no one was going to hurt you now, but that didn’t make it any easier. You whined softly, closing your eyes tightly. You expected her to just continue, but she didn’t – the only thing you felt next was Ashton’s lips hitting your forehead.

“You’re fine, princess,” Ashton murmured into your skin reassuringly, “She’s here to help you; You’re fine.”

You were still tense though, and the nurse couldn’t do her job well enough to get the needle in the first time until you were completely relaxed, so she did something Ashton knew she probably wasn’t supposed to do. She quietly caught his attention, motioning for him to get on the bed next to you to see if it would help calm you down. He instantly looked back at you.

“Would you feel better if I laid with you?” he asked, to which you obviously instantly nodded.

Ashton then took his shoes off and carefully climbed onto the hospital bed. He bent his elbow so your head could rest on his arm instead of the pillow, his legs tangled with yours, and his other hand landed on the middle of your cheek. The arm you had been lying on came up to his collarbones so you could run your fingers along them to distract yourself as best you could while your other hand gripped his side, his shirt balled up in your hands as you closed your eyes tightly, and the rest of your body finally relaxed enough to let the nurse do her job.

The moment you felt the needle go into your skin, you whined softly and felt your eyes get watery. Ashton’s thumb began stroking your cheekbone, his lips pecking your hairline, then the space between your eyes, and then the tip of your nose before landing on your lips.

“You’re doing so well, princess – I’m so proud of you,” he whispered between every kiss. He felt a faint smile on your lips, making him smile himself. “It’s almost over,” he assured you, “And then, you’ll be that much closer to going home and I’m gonna make sure you never have to go through this again, okay? Nothing and no one is ever gonna hurt you again.”

Ashton felt you let out a small sigh before you buried your face in his neck. He moved the hand on your cheek to the back of your head so he could play with your hair while you simply just took in his scent. Every time you breathed out, he would feel a small kiss get pressed to his skin, making him grin softly and kiss the top of your head in return.

Maybe Ashton should’ve done a lot of things in his life, but taking you for granted was never one of them.

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[let-the-music-take-c0ntrol]

I present to you a Michael Clifford look-a-like! I should've gotten his name but I was so in awe at the fact that he looked like Michael...seriously hope I see him again though @cliffordchick @cliffovevo

[truthorclifford]

If someone ever asks how Extra™ I am just show them this picture of me posing in a jacuzzi

[sonderbucky]

to be honest, i am full of shit

[solarune]

cliffovevo????what #drama archana got what u think of her

alright everyone #drama alert @cliffovevo is an amazing artist (who is taking commissions so.....) who also happens to be amazingly pretty and is also able to write some pretty great stuff??? triple threat right there everyone. and i know that she has some pretty rough days so i’m just so proud of her for just being alive and being herself

send me a url and i’ll tell you what i think of them!!

[hazah]

It's loverlyarts !!!!

everyone go follow my bubby’s art insta!!

[mashtonbomb-blog]

just a few selfies from 2016! many more to come this year ☺

[cliffordsasshole]

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[truthorclifford]

A thrilling trilogy… 🥀

[sonderbucky]

silence strikes like a hurricane // l.h.

a/n: i am BACK bitches here’s some angst based on this prompt to celebrate my return 

Luke was indifferent to forests. He didn’t mind the vastness of tree after tree, surrounding him with their leaves and secrets of years before him. The silence was okay, he guessed. Anything was okay as long as you were there—and you were. You were sat next to him on your rock with your knees pulled up towards your chest as the wind sang to you gently. Unlike Luke, you loved the forest. You discovered it one day when talking the long way home from school. It was a Thursday, before you had known Luke, and you remembered the way the light hit the small patch of flowers by the rock that you had later claimed. Ever since that day, you took the same path home for the rest of your school career. And when Luke came into your life, he became the only other person you ever took to your hideaway. 

He liked the idea of you trusting him enough to let him into your mind. Moments like that were rare in the friendship, even though you two classified yourselves as best friends. Luke didn’t mind. He liked when you were happy and he liked when he was with you—there was a bigger correlation to those more than you would like to admit. 

Luke first realized the correlation himself when he was seventeen. 

He didn’t mean to stumble upon it, in fact his life would have been better if he didn’t. Realizing that he loved you was the worst and best day of his life. But you laughed at one of his stupid jokes and you let your fingers dance across the splayed freckles on his skin and you laid next to him and he loved you. You made his heart stop, made him forget how to breathe, made him lose his goddamn mind with the thought of wanting to kiss you. 

But you didn’t want that. Told yourself you couldn’t have him, he was your best friend and you’d tear through his heart like a fucking hurricane. You wouldn’t leave a single survivor, and Luke deserved to see every glory of life. That day he whispered that he loved you. You told him that he shouldn’t. He asked to kiss you. You made him promise that he wouldn’t let himself fall for you anymore. 

And he did. 

And he regretted it every single second afterward. It made you happy, so he let himself live in torture. He let his heart wreck itself just so you would stay friends with him. Luke wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t let yourself fall for him, why you wouldn’t let him love you, but he’d do anything to make you happy. Ask him to walk the bottom of the ocean, and he’d do it with a smile on his face. 

“How’s celebrity life?” You asked, breaking the silence. 

Without looking at you, Luke shrugged and said, “not the same rush it used to be.” 

“Seems like everything in life is that way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Life back here is boring, Luke. I wake up to a black and white world,” your voice is strained and Luke wishes he could kiss away any bad emotion you were feeling. “I would do anything to switch places with you. To see the world, to matter.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Luke finally looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. You did matter. Everyone mattered in the world. Everyone had their own stories weaved into the stars that were made just for them, and so what if you weren’t seen by millions of people everyday. You were you, and for that you mattered so much more than you thought. “You exist and you breathe and you’re here with me. You do matter.” 

“Look at you,” you smiled. “Left and got all philosophical on me. I like it.” 

Your knees were away from your chest, and he hadn’t noticed that you moved your body closer to his. Your thigh touched his, his fingertips grazing the skin just under the hem of your skirt. He’d been in this position with you many times before when you were both younger, before the band took off and stole him from you. He’d lie awake in his hotel rooms that were miles away from you and wish to whoever could hear him that he could be with you again. He didn’t care about the stupid promise. He never did. He just wanted you. 

Luke knew he should have stopped what his mind was controlling. He was leaning in and your eyes were wide but you didn’t move from your position. “Kissing me breaks the promise,” you whispered. “Remember?”

His hand came up to cup your neck, and his thumb brushed against your jaw. “Kissing you doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved. People do it all the time.” 

You didn’t move. You let his forehead touch yours. You let him capture your lips with his, and most importantly, you let yourself kiss him back. You could only hold back so long before the urge came to prominent and took over every sense of your body. It felt like a wild fire was surging through his bones, sparking with each second his lips stayed on yours. It was like all of his dreams were coming true in that moment, but it also felt like exactly that—just a dream. 

You moved away and that’s when Luke saw that you were crying. He tried to wipe the tears away for you, but you wouldn’t let him. “You promised,” you croaked, standing up from the rock. “You promised, Luke!” 

“I tried,” he admitted. “I tried so hard to do it for you because I knew that’s what you wanted. But I couldn’t—I can’t just push it back anymore. I’m so fucking in love with you and I always will be.” 

You swallowed. “You’ll find someone else.” 

“No, I won’t.” He stepped away from the rock and took your hand in his. “If you’re scared I’m going to hurt you—” 

You dragged your hand to your side. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I’m scared of what I’m going to do to you.” 

He wanted to laugh at that. “That’s not going to happen.” 

Face going cold, you looked to the ground. “You’re right, it won’t,” you wiped away more escaped tears, “because I’m leaving. I got the internship in France and I leave tomorrow.” 

Luke didn’t know what to feel. Anger that you didn’t tell him, sadness that you would be leaving, and happiness that you got your dream. The side of him that was your best friend told him to smile and hug you. The side of him that was in love with you told him to cry and beg you to stay. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t let his selfishness get in the way of your dream that you had since before you had even known him. 

So he put his lips in a fine line and nodded. It was only after you had whispered goodbye and walked away did he let himself fall to the ground and cry. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there against the rock—against your rock—but as night fell the wind blew and told one more secret of the forest that you held so dearly in your heart.

“I’m in love with you, too, Luke.” 

[cliffordchick]

Requested: Baking cookies as a prompt! 

A/N: This really doesn’t have a lot about actually baking cookies but oh well. This is for @mikeys-jet-black-demons

“Touch me with that hand and I swear it will be the last time you ever use it,” she snapped.

Michael and her spent much of the morning baking cookies for the holidays. The small apartment had taken on the scent of fresh cookie dough and cinnamon. Christmas music played faintly in the background as Y/N worked on rolling the dough to the perfect size. Michael, while helpful at first, had been banished from the pre-baking portion of cookie making after he ate a perfectly shaped ball of dough before it hit the oven.

Baking cookies was supposed to be a together activity though, so she put him in charge of decorating the already done sugar cookies.

It was going well too. In fact, Michael only defaced one snowman before he got serious about the decorating. She kept reminding him that they had to be perfect — had to be better than he sisters cookies, who everyone ate at her family’s celebration.

And then, she heard the faintest “oops” followed by his laughter.

“Look babe! I’ve been slimed!” Michael said, approaching her with his right hand covered in green frosting.

“What did you do?”

“D’know, the bag just exploded,” he shrugged. “I’ve been infected!”

Michael reached out to touch him when she jerked away from him, her arms folding across her chest. She moved around the island, Michael following on her heels, hand outstretched ready to muck up her Christmas apron.

“Touch me with that hand and I swear it will be the last time you ever use it,” she snapped.

He stopped, clutching the island to keep himself from falling over. The hand covered in green frosting hung at his side while the other moved from the island to cover his mouth, muffling the laughter threatening to spoil his plan.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Michael could hear the worry in her voice. He knew she was nervous as she approached him cautiously, placing her hand tenderly on his back. He almost felt bad, almost. Slowly, without her noticing, he reached the hand dangling at his side behind him. Before she realized what was happening, green frosting was getting smudged across her cheek.

“Dammit Michael,” she shrieked, slapping his arm away from her.

He doubled over in laughter. Eyes brimmed with tears when he looked up to find her glaring at him. She tossed the rag to the side when she caught him staring, optioning instead for the knife sitting to her left.

“You better say bye to your hand,” she said.

“Mm I think you should be saying bye. It is the hand with your favorite fingers.” He winked before blowing you a kiss.

“I hate you,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Love you too,” he said, sticking his tongue out. “Now quit playing games. We have cookies to finish!”

[positive-lesbian-vibes]

I can't be ur gf I'm ur sister but I wanna join the fun :-(

:( :( tru u can still live with us and be gfs with all my gfs tho? is that weird? i think thats weird ily anyway lil sis im sorry :/