#only for 5sos

[afi-tangerine]

Ryan Fleming is evil because why did the camera turn away from Ashton as soon as his back/ass was angled towards us ?

[vasattope]

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[kindahoping4forever]

Via Luke IG Story

[ashtonsunshine]

I made Ashton laugh so my mission under this sun is complete. ✌🏻 x

[burstingsunrise]

hi! ive recently escaped from 5sostwt since its getting scary over there again. i really want to follow more 5sos blogs, do you have any recs? (ones who wont crucify me for gay shit) (i knew you were safe from your fics lol)

hiiiii welcome!!! tumblr is so villainized on 5sostwt but we're actually very nice and sane and happy to take in refugees <3 also pretty much everyone on 5sos tumblr is fine with gay shit so you're safe there! on to some recs...

if you don't already follow them, @kaleidoscopeminds and @kindahoping4forever are absolute must follows for beautiful gifs and thorough updates, respectively.

for blogs that are mainly 5sos-related content -

@crossedwiress @redrattlers @calumthoodshands @ashtcnirwin @sunfleursky

@ashtonsunshine @cringeycal @beefcakeash @mgcalum

and then some blogs that are multi-fandom including 5sos -

@poisoneitherway @clumsyclifford @tirednotflirting @4thbrighteststar @halfyourheart

@reveriesofawriter @chamaleonsoul @ijustdontlikepeople @httpsgfg @talkfastcal

@allsassnoclass @lukesglitterguitar @the-technorats @caramelcalum @collectedobsession

@bettermcn @uservalentine @fearlessbandito @oncamelliastreet @penis-type-o

[shalomniscient]

listening to hold on tight by aespa and wow this is so kafka coded…. i’m having VISIONS like imagine being kafka’s stellaron hunter partner. before silver wolf, before sam and before blade it was just you and her, flitting from galaxy to galaxy to carry out elio’s enigmatic will. and you, frankly, can’t fucking stand her.

cocky, smug, arrogant, and worst of all—she had the damned skills to back all of it up. it also absolutely did not help that she was also one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid your eyes on. you really would kill elio for pairing both of you up, were it not for the fact that the schemer of a man had something you need. and, it seems, something that kafka needs too. not that you particularly care, of course.

nsft utc—

just like how you totally don’t care as kafka cozies up to your target of the day, the strobe lights of the club casting tempting shadows across her elegant face, those cherry-red lips upturned in a coy, dangerous smile. you watch from across the bar over the rim of your glass—the strongest shit this fucking bar had to offer—and when she flashes you a look from beneath long, fluttering lashes you nearly crack the damn glass in your grip. kafka’s eyes glitter like rubies in the low light, and you grit your teeth so hard you distantly fear they may crack.

seconds, minutes or hours later she finally stands, leading the target away from the bar by the hand. her web has been spun—all that was left for to tangle this foolish, stupid, unwitting fly in her threads. you follow from a distance, hands shoved in your pockets, curling around knives you’re just itching to use at this point. in the background, you faintly register a new song being played; almost folklike in its melody were it not for the electro groove overlaid above it and the dark, fantastic vocals.

baby you and me are a twisted fantasy—

you find kafka and the target in a private room in the back. she’s sat across from him now, grinning from ear to ear. the hunt was over; now, it was time for the kill. he barely gets the chance to squeal before your knife teases the exposed flesh of his throat, and kafka laughs. at your impatience or the man’s crippling, immobilising fear of her, you don’t know. that relaxed, insufferable smirk remains on her lips even as you drag your knife through muscle and sinew and spill the target’s blood all over the lush cushions. it’s red, just like her lips. over the speakers, the music continues.

bodies running on a dream, up all night—

“you’re tense, partner,” she drawls, crossing her legs as she watches you wipe your knife clean. “the job was successful. relax.”

you grind your teeth together as you sheathe your knives back into their holsters. “you wasted my time with that pointless… game of yours.“

“it’s called having fun,” she hums in response, rising from her seat, and taking slow steps towards you, “you should try it.”

“we are not here to have fun,” you growl. “the script is clear—“

kafka cuts you off with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. “bo-ring.” distantly, you hear the music swell.

wired differently, a chaotic energy—

oh, you’ve had enough.

quick as a flash, you pin kafka to the wall, your arm against her throat while the other hand wraps tight around her wrists. her eyes widen by a mere fraction, before her cherry lips part wide in a grin that’s more a flash of teeth than anything else.

“one more fucking word out of you and i swear—“

“you’ll what?” kafka challenges. “punish me?”

“shut. up.”

she sneers. “make me.”

and you do, by crashing your lips against hers in a fervent, chaotic kiss. kafka twitches beneath you ever so slightly, but then she’s returning your fervor, her teeth worrying your lower lip. you growl and probe your tongue against the seam of her lips, forcing your way into her mouth and tasting the residuals of whatever drink she had with that man, his blood now trickling down onto the floor.

kafka groans as you slot your leg between hers, her muscled thighs immediately bearing down on your leg. you move the arm against her throat lower, your hand squeezing at the ample flesh of her breast through her shirt, and the pleased hum that reverberates out of her theoat sounds far, far better to you than her smug chirping. when you pull away, your shoulders tremble from the heavy breaths you draw in.

kafka, meanwhile, retains that damned smirk on her face, her eyes half-lidded and knowing. as if she planned all this right from the start.

“perhaps we should take this somewhere more private, hm?” she suggests, trailing a hand down your front as she rolls her hips against your leg. you stifle the full-body shudder that threatens to course through you, and step away from her.

“fine.”

the grip you have on her wrist is tight, but kafka doesn’t pull away. she only giggles airily, and you know without looking that her expression is definitely one of a cat that got the cream. as you leave the club, the song finally concludes.

buckle up and take a seat, hold on tight…

[shakesmp3]

BOOP

[the-audacity-of-this-btch-13]

You're the only one who makes me *headbang* every time we *headbang*

[massivementalitynut]

My Youngblood Couple Comm from @mypillowpaper

[calumsash]

also luke x halsey makeup collab 2014 tumblr is shaking in their doc martens

[berryberrytaeberry]

Giving kudos to myself for making my depressing ass Lan Zhan spotify playlist entitled ✨️Thirteen Years✨️ because I have been doing The Not Good™️ because of work, and the playlist really do get me through the morning

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Andy Deluca

Via Rock Sound's 25 Icons Series

[tmgmrk]

[ashtonsunshine]

🚨 ASHTON LIKED MY POSTER 🚨

[edge-oftheworld]

ik I rattle on about this too much but people love to assign blame when we see our faves get hurt. and im not saying romantic partners can’t cause trauma or anything like that but I genuinely think people overlook a really obvious thing we’ve seen time and again in literally every artist we listen to and we also have alluded to in lyrics like ‘a youth that was stolen and filled with mistakes’ basically all of 2011, and probably the most outright ‘I’ve been bought and sold’. guys it wasn’t the fans doing any of these things just cause we liked their music and kept them in a job or whatever, it’s the fact that the industry is a predatory capitalist machine that is at its current state no place for children, or anyone really. it’s that media outlets model the level of privacy breaches anyone in the public eye is allowed to have and GUESS WHAT? ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE AIDED BY LAWS, WHICH WE AS FANS AND THE PUBLIC HAVE A VOICE IN.

I’m not saying we can fix this overnight or it’s gonna be easy but I am saying that if enough people care about anything, someone is gonna have to listen at some point. like holy shit the amount of times we’ve seen luke in interviews just telling his story and how he’s got this experience he has to hold the gratitude and obvious trauma of concurrently and thought. he deserves so much better. they all do. so does chappell and so did the one direction guys and I could go on but my point is have I ever seen a protest or even a petition calling for privacy for artists, literally basic workers’ rights? for transparency among their team members and record labels that prevents the likes of scooter braun from ever doing anything he’s done? no. and before you say anything I don’t give a fuck how much they’re paid (which btw the way streaming services are now isn’t as glamorous as it used to be. soon this may end up being a middle class job and that’s fine as long as they have basic human rights, which they don’t). but anyway we can change that