Me: *after Being An Asshole* I Love You!

damn Calum’s morning voice

Muke & Cashton Autumn version🍁🍁🍁 @5sos @ashtonirwinofficial5sos

Welcome to a weird fucking place

HELLO. My name’s Erika, I made this out of boredness.

Imagine your otp

Person A: "Why are you so awkward and mean to me?!

Person B: "Because no one ever taught me how to act around perfection."

Person A: "What?"

Person B: "What?"

:)  More Behind the GIFs. 

“What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead. Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper. And I can’t take one more moment of this silence. The loneliness is haunting me. And the weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up.” 

Thinking about what song Weekly Idol will have SHINee dance 2X faster to next and knowing that if it’s Everybody or Dream Girl, someone or something will break

Baekhyun adorably wearing Chanyeol’s too big jacket & cutely running after him ヾ (≧∪≦*)ノ

the book of mormon? don’t you mean

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

[AO3]

A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.

It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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