#lhafc

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I think some lhafc member was behind the camera for boy track by track, because wow, what a moment🍑😂😂

oh my god absolutely there was, i can’t even believe that footage was actually included…not only was it filmed in the first place, luke saw it and said yeah! looks good! 😭

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📸 pilar godoy

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:)

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Which picture of luke do you think deserves to be in the louvre? One from tmh sydney night 2 -the cropped shirt and coat- or the photo of his ass in striped pants and tequila?

what an amazing and difficult question...i think we need to take a moment to review the pics. there are a few pics from sydney night 2 that could work here but for the purposes of this exercise i'm going to grab the one i see circulating the most often.

okay so. there's the obvious ass vs. waist thing happening here, but then there is also the very different composition.

the ass pic is static and posed, balanced with saturated colors and textures but still with some action implied with how his fingers are kind of digging in (wow!), while the crop top pic is really active and a little blurry with movement, not posed but of course he still looks perfect bc that's what he does.

the ass pic is impressive with how it manages to capture the general size and shape of his ass even though it is technically mostly covered. i also love how even though you can't see his face or really any identifying feature beyond his ass, there are enough details here with his bracelet and nail polish and the pants and the tequila that it's still unmistakably him. and of course there is the fact that it was posted on calum's instagram, which is important context for consideration.

the crop top pic is crazy because of how clearly it lets you see his shapes, the little indent is so visible, and this outfit in general provided a lot of good views. it was also kind of a Big Deal because this was the first time he'd gone on stage in an obvious crop top and with extreme intention given the fact he literally chopped the bottom off of the shirt and jacket, so there's kind of a sentimental attachment there.

but i think ultimately this is the deciding factor for me - there's no definitive sydney night 2 pic that captures everything that made luke in this outfit so incredible. the ass pic, however, is works on its own. it's meant to be a study of luke's ass, and it is. the crop top pic is great, but it's both doing too much and not enough to really focus in the way you can with the ass pic.

so ultimately, i'm going to say if i have to choose, the ass pic is the one that belongs in the louvre, but i'm also going to add a few more sydney night 2 pics to this to show some of the other angles on him bc the potential was there if only we'd had a photographer do him justice!

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✨☀️✨☀️

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the lhafc is a disease cause why can’t i watch any video of luke without automatically zoning in on his ass anymore

the way i figure, it's not your fault his ass is so present at all times. how are you meant to look away when it's Right There being so large and shapely and doing so many things?

pls enjoy it doing so many things (plus some cake bc i am me) in this video i took in nashville <3

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Hey, is this molly burstingsunrise? I heard you were the president of the lhafc, and I was wondering where I could sign up. Is there a membership fee? A card I should carry? I want to make sure I'm doing your cause justice, and I swear I won't let you down! I'll get you neck photos, too - this needs to be appreciated! Thank you for championing such a noble undertaking. Can I request a luke monologue? Happy april fools!

Calum

well firstly i am in fact co-president, sharing my responsibilities with meg @kaleidoscopeminds, so normally she would need to review this request as well. but here's the thing calum - luckily for you, you are already a member of the lhafc even if you don't know it! you were officially inducted on july 31, 2022, although i suspect you've been a member in spirit for much longer.

and great news, you've already paid your membership fee by providing the club with services such as vicarious ass groping:

and also this very important photo, which you could actually print out and use as your membership card:

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thank you for luke's belated ass <3 🙏

you're so very welcome i'm glad his ass is being appreciated <3

and as it happens...i might have a few more images of his ass in the sunshine for any interested parties

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carrot correspondence 

by meg @kaleidoscopeminds  and molly @burstingsunrise

pairing: cake rating: teen words: 15,164 cw: alcohol/drinking

His eyes. Calum is losing seconds if not weeks looking at them. They’re a little heavy and a lot hazy, framed with such ridiculously long lashes, and they glitter and shine at Calum as he pauses, with his lips already half turned up like he’s prepared to be delighted at any of Calum’s answers.  Calum entertains an errant passing thought about whether the bride would be willing to go for a gold glitter dusting on top of the piped flower design for the godforsaken carrot cake and—  The fucking carrot cake. Fuck.

welcome to the first crossover event in the mmccu!!! (meg and molly cake cinematic universe, trademarked by sam.) we wrote a cake fic about cake together, because what else would it be? more info in the a/n!

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If you managed to process it, I would love to hear a story about your experience at Luke's Fonda show🥰 No pressure though, only if you want😊

funny timing for this, i wrote up a little summary post a while ago and have been kind of working up to posting it.

it's hard, because how do you adequately summarize something that means so much to you? it feels like nothing i say will be enough, but i do want to share some things about it, because i think that will help it feel real. thank u for asking and providing the encouragement. <3 emo bullet points ahead! i tried to focus mainly on show-related things but this experience wasn't just important to me because of the shows, so some of the other stuff sneaks in.

that’s the first thing. it didn’t feel real, and it still kind of doesn’t. because i was only there for a few days, and i spent every morning getting coffee with meg and every night seeing luke perform my favorite album. like…that’s not real. that can’t be real. 

accidentally but unsurprisingly coordinating outfits with meg on night one. the scientology recruiter on the sidewalk recognizing us from the day before when we’d walked by.

stress buying armloads of merch from an incredibly patient and probably at least somewhat high guy who immediately forgot about me, but who i will probably forever remember fondly.

roy and the mustard having a chat in the balcony.

standing in the crowd waiting for the first show to start. all of the anticipation mixed with all these different emotions, and then finally luke appears on stage. sings the opening of a beautiful dream. the lights shine on him more brightly as it crescendos and we finally get a good look at him. i turn to meg and i say “he’s so sparkly.”

comedown on night one. hearing “let me see all the things that i was supposed to see” while i was there. seeing it.

being able to look over at meg meaningfully when certain things happened during the shows, including but not limited to luke’s gratuitous displays of ass. poetic, really.

leaving the venue night one, in a daze. one of the security guys saying “have a good night” on our way out the door. he had no idea. no fucking idea what we’d just been through. have a good night! now that your lives have been changed forever! sausages on the sidewalk.

collapsing in the hotel lobby, quietly reviewing photos and videos, actually being able to do it openly and to talk about it or not talk about it, and to finally start to have it sink in.

staying up way too late, and eventually falling asleep in my new luke shirt.

the woman with the intense boston accent who hopped on the elevator and immediately asked me if the hotel had a coffee shop with a level of desperation in her voice that spoke to me deeply.

finding sam and meghna in line for night two, and the strange euphoria of speaking openly about things I almost never can to people i just met, but also already knew. being annoying and posting the same palm trees. wishing it would have worked out for emie to be there too.

grabbing meg’s hand to pull her into the crowd on night two. the feeling of relief. somehow we did it. two nights, two shows, two opportunities for everything to go wrong, but actually everything (or at least the things that mattered most) went right.

every time luke gazed our direction, on night two, which felt like a lot, and how every time it was kind of unbearable in the best way. because it’s him and because he was singing songs that mean so much to me while it felt like he was staring into my soul, and because i could look over at meg and know she knew exactly what i was feeling.

the shows going by so fast. i tried so hard to be in the moment and appreciate every second, but it was such a strange, out of body experience. this was something i’d daydreamed about and pictured in my head, but i never thought it was a real possibility. and even in my daydreams, i couldn’t fathom being that close to luke and being there with meg while it happened. it felt surreal that these things were actually happening to me.

the way luke smiled during the breakdown in mum, but also looked like he was dying so beautifully during place in me. admiring his large mouth during slip away. (it really does some riveting things to hit those points of emphasis.)

all the times he ran his hands through his hair to push it back off his forehead. all the times it fell right back where it was. the way he started the shows with it styled, but by comedown it was already just a perfect mess.

his silver nails and his new necklaces and the way his eyes sparkled.

night two, when luke started singing the new bloodline verse. that moment of “what is this? i don’t know this?” it hits different when it’s a song you know so well it’s like it’s a part of you, and suddenly there’s something new to it. thinking about those new lyrics, where they came from, how long they’ve existed, when and why luke decided to add them in, but just for night two.

the talking breaks, ranging from “i’m fuckin’ terrified” early on night one to “can you see my nipples in this shirt” late on night two. octopuses hanging from the ceiling. he didn’t know if anyone would like the album. but he knows we like to scream. making the album was such a very him thing to do, and it’s friday, and he’s in love.

the confetti cannon going off during starting line on night two, being positioned so it rained confetti into my hair, into my purse, down my shirt. it was blue and white and silver because of course it was, because luke thinks about these things.

his smiles and waves and little bows at the end. the shuffle step off stage and the way i watched his back disappear into the darkness until i couldn’t see him at all.

spending both shows with my hands clasped over my heart. it wasn’t a conscious choice. it’s just where they landed.

being stuck in the crowd after the night two show ended, surrounded by groups of people taking pictures of each other’s mascara tears or lying facedown in the confetti. seeing myself in some of those photos a few days later on twitter. and not just those photos - photos from the stage too. the photo luke posted (and took down). and the photo where meg and i are looking up at him with lovestruck smiles.

walking down hollywood boulevard at night, almost silent. walking down the other side of hollywood boulevard the next night, dodging drunk people, talking about luke’s nipples.

making the most absurd pouty face and waving pathetically on the elevator as i left meg on the 9th floor for the last time, then trying not to sob stepping out onto the 16th.

the trip home. feeling physically awful from several days living on iced lattes, kind bars, and no sleep. emotionally drained, sad to be leaving luke and la and meg. sitting at the airport, wishing i could be with my friends at the beach instead.

getting home, unpacking, tucking away my confetti for safekeeping. so incredibly happy but also so devastated to know that it really is possible to have it all, but only for a few days. grateful i had the chance at all, and that it worked out as well as it did.

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to quote the lovely and wise meg:

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molly what do you mean SHEER PANEL in the back and why can't I find any photos or videos of it 😭

ooooh adi please allow me to enlighten you:

and if you would like to see it in motion...

personally i am really hoping for some hq photos and images so i can uhhh. well. study his back in great detail! :)

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need to make sure you see

pls this is so kind of you, such important content 🤩 luke jumping this railing is now the number one best thing that’s ever happened (besides the life changing experience of seeing him perform his album live but u know).

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May I ask what lhafc stands for?🤔 Based on tagged content my guesses are: 'luke hemmings ass f*cking cheeks' and 'luke hemmings ass fan club'

you absolutely can, and you're right - lhafc does stand for the luke hemmings ass fan club™, which consists of myself and co-president meg @kaleidoscopeminds. we are extremely dedicated and passionate about our interests (which, as it happens, include luke's ass fucking! cheeks)