#cringeycake

[burstingsunrise]

Hey best friend I have a burning question for you. If you were to fight all the members of 5sos (one at a time) why would you fight them and how would it go down? I actually cannot stop thinking about this pls answer asap

hello my newly nocturnal bff; thank you for this thought-provoking question! i had to caffeinate first. four shots of espresso because the girl at the bakery was feeling generous! alright, i’m just going to assume this is going to get long so...

ashton - let’s talk about ashton first because there are a multitude of reasons i would fight him. i’ve narrowed it down to the top 2 - in at #2, his atrocious spelling, grammar, and incorrect word choice. it could easily drive me to violence, however, since i’m mostly subjected to it in writing it doesn’t top the list.

#1 - he interrupts me repeatedly. i HATE being interrupted, because i am kinda quiet and it takes a lot for me to speak up, so then when someone cuts me off? KNIFE TO THE THROAT. and you know ashton would do it. not with any ill-intention; he just wouldn’t be able to stop himself, you know? he’s gotta get out his clever thoughts. so ashton cuts me off for the hundredth time, i see red, and then i’m kicking him in the shins. HARD.

i see this going one of two ways. either he holds up his hands and backs away because he’s in one of his woo woo moods, or his instincts kick in and he tries to punch me in the face. joke’s on him, though, i fight dirty. i will win this fight.

michael - okay so if i’m fighting michael it’s definitely because he beat me at mortal kombat and now he’s rubbing it in and i am NOT okay with it. i snap and yell at him in a horrifyingly earnest and sincere way and then i run away because i feel too vulnerable. an hour later, michael surprises me with a snickers bar because he feels bad.

calum - not to get too real here, but i’m fighting calum over his smoking. it’s psychological warfare, though. like i am going to manipulate this man into quitting in such a way that he doesn’t even realize it’s happening. 

maybe i’m going to pavlov him into associating cigarettes with something he hates. maybe i’m going to start hiding his cigarettes and putting, i don’t know, sour patch kids in their place. and if he catches on, i’ll just steal duke until he agrees to quit smoking.

luke - it will not come as a surprise to you that i’m fighting luke over his short pants. like i see a little too much sock and/or calf one day and i can’t take it anymore. it’s a cuddle fight, for personal reasons. i expect luke to win because of his sheer size, but he feels bad and lets me win. afterwards he immediately gets rid of all his short pants because he doesn’t want me to be disappointed in him.

i hope this is sufficient. i’m happy to elaborate if you have any follow-up questions. 💜

[clumsyclifford]

What is it about the fratboy aesthetic that's so damn attractive? But only on not-fratboys? I can't fucking figure it out. Would you rather be a mermaid or a fairy and why? If you could fly and it was less work than walking where would you go? What's your favorite shade of blue? At this point I associate you so strongly with atl that whenever you talk about 5sos I actually get a little surprised. Describe how your fight with current day Ashton would go down

hiya hello i am here i have some free time thank you for your patience

unfortunately i do not have an answer ! wish i knew. i think it’s the snapback though. i’m standing by that

fairy, i just think flying would be more practical plus when i was a kid we used to ALWAYS play fairies. even when we were in the pool we’d just play water fairies kgjdafkshj

omg speaking of flying! where would i GO??? everywhere, anywhere! i would probably go home? like just for a weekend? or maybe i’d go into nyc just to kinda hover and soak up that good good new york city energy (also known as Pollution)

i’m relatively certain i don’t have a favorite shade of blue, for the same reason i don’t have any favorite color. why would i torment myself trying to choose one

!!!!!! well that’s exactly what i want thank you

no problem, lemme tell ya how it went down (in the future when it happens) first i show up at his house. he lets me in because he thinks i have good intentions, which at first i do. i attempt to explain to him the rules of apostrophe use, and he adamantly refuses to learn. then i grab one of his nine hundred thousand guitars and smash it over his head. he’d never see it coming because i am quite small and seem very nice. he falls to the ground. at this point kaykay walks in and seems very shocked to see her boyfriend prone on the floor and me holding a now-broken-or-maybe-dented-idk-the-resilience-of-guitars guitar over my head (having clearly just beaten him up with it), but i hurriedly explain to her the situation and she agrees that after what he’s done to the apostrophe and the english language in general, not to mention his crimes against fashion re: the middle part, it’s the least he deserves. she ties him up while i rob their house but all i take is his guitars. i exchange numbers with kaykay and we make plans to get coffee and then i leave the way i came

[pixiegrl]

When you receive this, please reply. Write down 5 things that will make you happy, and then ask the same to the last 10 people in your notifications.✨💕

– Nik, who hopes you're having a great day 💐

Hi Nik! I finally sat down and thought about this so! Here it is! 

1. I went out today and got coffee with my friend and we went to Target and life has been shitty for both of us lately but it’s nice getting to do that together

2. I got a video from Heath (@tigerteeff) this morning about how they got my gift in the mail and getting to wake up to their delight and happiness made me so happy. 

3. Im going out with my mom tomorrow for more coffee and shopping and I like hanging out with my mom alot

4. I was on a voice call last night with @tigerteeff @lifewasradical, @blackbutterfliescal @cakelftv and @cringeycake  and it made me!! so happy!! literally a 6 hour voice call where i got yelled at 3 times for talking and its the happiest ive been all week

5. I built a pink and purple dinosaur lego and that made me insanely happy today

[anxietycalling]

cool so i didn't actually get to the question part in that last one. I wanna know about the dream that you said inspired the misbehave fic. like did you dream the whole plot or parts of it or just the concept? im aware that this must have been eons ago but in my defense you did write a whole fic about it so maybe you remember. maybe you wrote it down idk. i have whack ass dreams with plot lines myself maybe i should do something with those. thanks for putting up with me! - cringeycake

Okay, so first I have to kind of backtrack and explain that a lot of my dreams are cinematic - like, there are recurring plots that occur over multiple nights. It’s cool! 

But, yeah, anyway! I had been sort of struggling with my sexuality around that time, and I had a lot of weirdly surreal dreams about shapeshifters and stuff that were a) frightening and b) very cool. My best friend at the time also watched horror movies while I was asleep a lot, so I’m sure the sound carrying over from her room to mine played into that. (I still actually get sleepy when I watch horror movies)

What I did was write down the major plot points of the dreams I had when I woke up in the morning and then started connecting events to make a linear plot, and then I filled in characterizations from there. (It, uh, also helped that I had and still have a HUGE thing for Michael.) And then I did research! So much research! On folklore and demonology and systems of magic.

I’m 99% sure I wrote the entire thing in one go; I had really bad insomnia then so I would stay up for, like, literal days writing until I was too tired to anymore. 

I do think dreams make great inspiration for writing though! I’m a psych student and dreams are fascinating to me, because we know so little about them and their function. Like, if your brain just spontaneously comes up with a coherent storyline while it’s firing random neurons, why not run with it? 

[clumsyclifford]

the real tea is that it's been a fat fucking minute since we opened that musical doc. and originally we only wanted to use songs from the first two albums for that pop punk teenage summer feel. so i don't know where this will fit in tbh. maybe it won't. maybe i lied. who's to say. so far my favorite part of this routine is that parts of it are on the beat that only comes in on cal's verse so you can't do it to luke's verse. thinking about that video of them doing it live in that big room togethe

like oh my god that video takes me the fuck out michael looks So Good and Calum is glittery and his voice live is always deeper and mMMMMMMM THAT NOTE CHANGE YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OOF BITCH SAY LESS. AND HAVING TWO DRUMMERS??? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSPIRED. i cannot watch that video standing up or i will fall over

oh man that would have been sexy as hell maybe wdyl can be just like the one non-pop punk teenage summer vibes song. this whole thing sounds sexy

i’m not gonna lie to you, i do not know what video you’re talking about but feel free to send it along and maybe thatll jog my memory

[clumsyclifford]

okay to clarify. i fucking hate the chainsmokers i think their music is boring as fuck. that said, calum's verse and michael's bridge in wdyl absolutely fucking slap. im gonna let you and anyone who happens to see this in on a lil secret which is that wdyl is the next dance number in progress in our 5sos musical that is also in progress. so ive been listening to that song A Lot for that reason. not to brag but our musicality kinda Goes Off we've got some funky fresh footwork right on the beat mm

yeah everyone hates the chainsmokers i don’t care about them one way or another, they have a few good songs, i probably wouldn’t listen to a whole album of theirs but not because i don’t like them just cos i cba

oh RIGHTS what are the vibes for this song like. within the plot of the musical. spill some tea sis

[clumsyclifford]

Hey boo!! You're my cool mutual but also same neurodivergence vibes what with our twinning court jester status. Oh and I'm ur flirting mutual obviously. Because im in love with you <3

the COOL mutual???? lad,,,, i will however accept the other two vibes here. im n love with u too obviously <3

[clumsyclifford]

i went to send you an ask for absolutely no reason and instead i hit unfollow so if you get a funky fresh notification that i followed you, that's why. anyways i was coming to your inbox in the first place to be annoying so here i am. love love hootie hootie love (my impression of the chorus in who do you love by the ch**nsm*k*rs ft The Lads) remember the days when we communicated solely via tumblr what the fuck that was so difficult tumbly Dms suck straight bootyhole oh no i forgot my name oh f

actually i fucking love who do you love i think it absolutely goes off and i cannot tell if this is mockery (affectionate) or mockery (derogatory) but personally who do you love fucking slaps. calum’s verse? yeah

[clumsyclifford]

hello my dearest so i'm unsure if you're taking requests right now and if you're not (or just don't feel like writing this) feel absolutely free to ignore this!! anyway i would really really love to read about a spiderman kiss happening in the spiderman au 👀 i have absolutely no excuse for requesting this kinda silly thing except that i love spiderman kisses as a prompt/trope (? idk what the correct term is) and also spiderman au so bye love you loads -fiancee

hello !!! this was an absolutely inspired prompt so i am glad i finally got round to writing it thank you. also thank you @cringeycake for the editing/con crit/validation

better tags/info on ao3 but this takes place shortly after the end of the malum spidey fic and it does have a gun in it for a sec, is that something that needs a tw? well anyway now you know

read it here on ao3

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Ashton and Calum are ten minutes from home when it starts to rain.

“Of course,” says Calum. Ashton quickly pockets his phone so it doesn’t get wet. “This is your fault.”

“How’s this my fault?”

“I don’t know, but it obviously is.” Calum’s just in a sour mood because Ashton had completely destroyed him in all three rounds of bowling. 

“Shut up,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes. The rain falls faster, cold and piercing through the thin fabric of Ashton’s t-shirt. It had been nice for most of the day, but it must have gotten overcast while they were inside. Predictably, neither of them had had the foresight to check the forecast.

“Whatever,” Ashton says. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

“A lot of rain,” Calum says. It is a lot of rain now, coming down in buckets. Naturally the sky would choose this moment to open up. 

“A lot of rain never hurt anyone either,” Ashton points out. Which is not true, but they’re not going to catch hypothermia or anything. Probably. And it’s only ten minutes. Eight if they really get a move on. 

Calum sighs. Still, when Ashton glances over at him to make sure he’s not really upset, he can tell it’s all for show. After all, it’s only rain. A lot or a little, there’s only so much harm that comes from being soaking wet. They’re on their way back to Ashton’s anyway, where Ashton will be gracious enough to lend him the usual Green Day t-shirt and whatever hoodie Ashton himself isn’t wearing. 

They make nonsense conversation as they walk, both curled into themselves to keep warm. Apart from the occasional passing car, nobody is out and about in this weather, just the two of them in a slowly darkening neighborhood. Unease prickles at the back of Ashton’s neck. Or maybe that’s just the rain.

“Hey, you kids. Hey!”

Ashton and Calum spin around and see two figures approaching them through the downpour. The uneasy feeling returns full-force, this time accompanied by Ashton’s heart ramming against his chest as a spike of anxiety — or adrenaline? — courses through him. Next to him, Calum mutters, “Fuck, fuck, Ashton, he has a gun,” and Ashton realizes with growing panic that the bigger of the two does, in fact, have thick fingers curled around a gun.

“Stop walking,” the armed guy commands. Ashton really, really doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t think they have another choice. Something tells him flight won’t get them far, and trying to fight will just get them both shot.

They come to a halt as the figures come closer, crowding them into the alley they’ve stopped outside. Better place to die, Ashton’s horrible mind supplies. The armed guy holds up the gun and Ashton’s heart stops mid-pulse. He can’t seem to come up with any coherent thoughts, nothing that will get them out of this situation or even postpone it. Helplessness floods every inch of him, and all he can think is how awful it would be to die feeling helpless.

“Money, valuables, whatever you got,” sneers the guy not holding the gun. “If you don’t want to cooperate —”

Ashton’s prepared to say something along the lines of we’ll give you anything you want, loath though he is to be that cliché, when the gun vanishes out of Armed Thug’s hands. There’s just enough time for all four of them to blink in bewildered surprise when a far more reassuring figure appears out of nowhere, flipping both thugs onto their backs on the pavement and swiftly knocking them out. For good measure, he webs their limbs to the ground, and then he turns back to Calum and Ashton, who both stare.

“Spiderman,” Ashton says breathlessly. Luke seems just as surprised to see them.

“Ashton?” He’s on them in a flash. “Calum? Holy fuck, I didn’t realize it was you guys. Are you okay? Did they take anything from you? Are either of you hurt?”

“We — we’re okay,” Calum says, looking a little dumbstruck. “Thanks.”

“What the fuck are you guys doing out right now?”

“Just walking home,” Ashton says defensively. “We went bowling.” He inhales deeply, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. The shock is still coursing through his veins, though the relief flooding him is helping him regain his balance. 

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Fine, they didn’t do anything,” Ashton says. Shaken, but ultimately unhurt. “Uh, good thing you were here.” He quirks his lips. “Our hero.”

“Thank fucking God I was.” Luke shifts on his feet. “Well. Okay. If you’re sure you’re okay.” He shoots a web to the roof of one of the buildings enclosing the alley — how do those stick even in the rain? — and leaps up into the air like he’s going to go. Ashton frowns.

“Hey, don’t just leave,” he says. “I haven’t heard from you all day.”

Luke hangs from the web upside down, possibly flexing, and says, “Sorry, sorry, I know. Been very busy. Lots of crime. You know how it is.”

“Did you take any breaks?”

“Of course I did,” Luke says, offended. “I had a churro. It was delicious. Just didn’t have time to stop at home.”

He leaves his phone at home when he’s on patrol — that must be why he’s been MIA. Ashton really doesn’t like that, even if he understands. It’s just. He hates that something could happen to Luke and he’d have no way of knowing. They won’t let Ashton be on comms, even for moral support — Michael claims he’ll only be a distraction, and while Ashton’s not sure if that’s true, he’s definitely not practical enough to be helpful in any Spiderman-related situation. Unless Spiderman happened to encounter evil watercolors or something.

“Okay, well.” Ashton sighs. “I just. Worry.”

“Tell me about it,” Luke says, though from the smile in his voice, it’s clear he’s teasing. “There’s no room in your brain for anything else at this point.”

“Alright, don’t feel like you need to stay and chat, Spidey,” Ashton loudly announces, talking over Luke’s contagious giggles.

“Don’t be like that,” Luke says, reaching for Ashton. His fingers close around Ashton’s drenched shirt and Ashton allows himself to be pulled closer, as Luke tugs the bottom of the mask up so only his mouth and chin are visible. He’s stopped wearing the lip ring underneath it, much to Ashton’s chagrin.

As Luke tugs Ashton into a kiss, Ashton decides he can’t complain.

The rain makes their mouths slick, and it’s strange enough kissing someone who’s upside down that it’s a little difficult to get lost in it. Ashton’s smiling before he can stop himself, the taste of rainwater mixing with the familiar taste of Luke. He’s never really tasted rainwater. Or kissed anyone in the rain. His heart’s still beating hard, but now it’s for a different reason.

“Um? What the fuck is going on right now?”

Ashton breaks away from Luke, who flips over and lands on his feet. They both face Calum, who looks more confused than the time Ashton tried to teach him to draw three-dimensional shapes.

“Kissing my boyfriend,” Luke says. 

“Your? What? You — I thought?” 

Ashton takes in Calum’s face and tone of voice and puts two and two together. “Oh my God,” he says, wincing. “You didn’t know.”

“Know what?” Calum demands. “That you’re — what — I don’t even know what to think.” Although that quickly changes with his expression, which becomes more incredulous as he reaches a conclusion. “No, never mind. I’ve got it. If that’s not Luke under there, you and I are going to have a very serious talk.”

“It’s Luke, I’m Luke,” Luke says quickly, pulling the mask the rest of the way off — though not without a quick glance to each side. Upon reflection, he shoots a web towards each fallen thug, giving them both very fashionable web-masks that cover their eyes. “Though let’s maybe not throw my name around.”

Calum stands and stares. Ashton remembers when that had been his reaction.

“Don’t fucking expose yourself in public on my behalf,” Calum says finally, gesturing. “Put the mask back on, Christ. I’m not— I’m— I just need a minute.”

“I told Ashton he could tell you,” Luke says as he pulls the mask back on. “Ashton, you didn’t tell him?”

“I thought Michael would have!”

“You don't think if he had, I wouldn’t have immediately called you to make fun of you for spending weeks pining after both Luke and Spiderman only to find they were the same fucking person? And that, oh yeah, your boyfriend's fucking Spiderman?” In his indignance, Calum’s gotten louder.

“Shh,” Ashton says, glaring meaningfully. “I know he is. That’s a secret.”

“From me?”

“No, okay, I meant to tell you,” Ashton says, dragging a hand through sopping wet hair. “I was trying to figure out how, but then Luke said he told Michael and I we could tell you, and I thought Michael would do it. Because he’s your boyfriend and he’s known Luke way longer. And then, I don’t know.” 

Maybe a part of him had hoped Michael would tell Calum. If only to avoid the mockery Ashton knows he’ll be subject to in coming days regarding his emotional crisis over Luke and Spiderman. 

“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated you,” Calum informs Ashton, although he’s never really hated Ashton, so that’s not a very high bar. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Yes! I swear.”

“I thought you already knew,” Luke volunteers. “Damn, Ash, good thing I kissed you or Calum would never have found out.”

“Shut up,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes. “Look, Calum — I’m sorry. This was, uh, not a great way to find out.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” Calum mutters. His lips pull upward in a smile far too dry for the weather, and finally he laughs. The hilarity of the whole situation catches up with all of them, and before long the three of them are howling with laughter as rain comes down in sheets, encasing them in a chill that Ashton barely feels.

“This is all so fucking insane,” Calum manages, wiping at his eyes. He’s still squinting through the rain. “I can’t believe I’ve been friends with Spiderman all this time. What the fuck is my life? What is our life? You’re dating Spiderman, Ashton. Do you know that?”

“What fucking part of secret identity do you not understand?” Ashton says. “Stop exposing all of his secrets.”

“You just kissed in the middle of the alley!”

That’s fair. They did just do that. In Ashton’s defense, though, Luke started it. Ashton is merely a victim to Luke’s whims. Shenanigans. Whatever. 

“I was just trying to save some lives,” Luke says, shaking his head ruefully. “My Spidey-sense was tingling.”

“I hate when you say that.”

“Spidey-Meter, would you prefer that? Spider Radar? Spider Scale?”

“Just call it intuition.”

“It’s more than intuition,” Luke insists. “You just don’t get it because you’ve never felt it.”

“Whatever you say, Spidey.”

“Well, I hate to cut this short, but it is raining a lot,” Calum says, like maybe they’ll have forgotten. “And considering I am going to see you” — with a significant look at Luke — “at school on Monday, I think we can probably catch up later.”

“Let me walk you home,” Luke says, ever the gentleman, or possibly protective. “It’s not far.”

“What are you going to do with these two?” Calum asks, jabbing a thumb at the thugs passed out in the mouth of the alley. “Leave them?”

“Uh,” Luke says. “Let me handle them. I’ll catch up to you.”

Calum tilts his head suspiciously. Ashton just starts walking, jerking his chin to get Calum to join him. “It’s fine. He’ll catch up.”

After a moment, Calum follows. They’re both soaked through, yet the rain is as relentless as ever. Calum falls into step as they start down the pavement.

“You really thought I already knew?” Calum says doubtfully. 

Ashton sighs. “Okay, I was a little tiny bit hoping that I wouldn’t have to be the one to tell you.” He inclines his head. “But I realize I dropped the ball here. I should have told you sooner. I would’ve eventually.”

Calum is quiet for a moment. “I mean, it’s fine,” he says defeatedly. “When did he even tell you?”

“Um, the day before Luke and I started dating,” Ashton says. “Originally we really were keeping it from you, but then Luke realized that wasn’t going to fly with, you know. How important you are in my life. And Michael’s, I guess.”

“Don’t try to flatter me into forgiveness,” Calum says. Ashton snorts.

“That’s literally what happened, though. And then I was trying to figure out what would be the best way to tell you, because, uh, it’s kind of insane? And then Luke told me that he told Michael that Michael could tell you — God, I feel like a twelve-year-old girl — and I kinda thought I would let Michael do it. Which was a bad move on my part. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Calum says again. “I don’t really care. Like, I get it. Yeah. It’s kind of insane. And I don’t know Luke as well as you or Michael, so.”

“But I’m glad you know now,” Ashton says firmly. “Sorry you had to find out like this, but I’m happy that you know. I’m sure I’d have said something stupid sooner or later and you would’ve figured it out.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, this makes a lot of things make sense,” Calum says. He huffs a laugh. “My God, Ashton, I can’t believe you genuinely had a crush on the same boy twice without knowing it was the same boy. Your life.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Anything else you want to tell me while you’re at it? Anything you conveniently neglected to mention?”

“Yeah, actually, one thing. I’m also a superhero, completely forgot to say —”

“Oh, fuck off.”

 Ashton laughs, clapping a hand onto Calum’s shoulder. A wry smile overtakes Calum’s face, chuckling despite his best efforts, and Ashton knows they’re okay.

“Hey,” says Luke, dropping down beside the pair of them. 

Calum jerks. “Motherfucker. Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” Luke says. If it were just Luke as himself, Ashton would take his hand, but this Luke is still Spiderman, so Ashton dutifully keeps his hands to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and tucking his fingers underneath his arms in hopes of preserving some warmth.

It doesn’t work. “You’re shivering,” Luke tells Ashton. 

“I know that,” Ashton says. “It’s cold. I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s raining.”

“If only we’d remembered to bring our supersuits from home,” Calum dryly contributes.

Luke makes a face at them both. “You guys are so funny, you know that?”

“Thank you,” Calum says. “You’re also funny. But, you know. Looks aren’t everything.”

A pause as Luke processes this. Finally: “Hey!”

Ashton laughs. “Just wait, he’ll make the same joke until you stop setting it up for him.” Something Ashton had learned the hard way.

They chat amicably until they reach Ashton’s building, at which point Luke says, “I better go.” It’d be nice to get a kiss goodbye, but Ashton figures they’ve already pushed their luck on the kissing front. Luke backs away from them, shooting a web up at the roof. “I’ll see you on Monday. Call you tonight, Ash.”

“You better.”

“And will you please tell Michael to call me as well?” Calum says, crossing his arms. “Unless he’s giving me the silent treatment.”

“No, he dropped his phone in the sink,” Luke snickers. “So it’s been in rice all day.”

Of course he did. For someone who’s virtually a genius, Michael sure does have an idiotic streak. He’s a lot like Calum in that way.

“Thanks for walking us home,” Ashton says, smiling fondly. “And, you know, saving our lives.”

“All in a day’s work,” Luke says, warmth bleeding into his voice. “See you guys later. Be safe. Stay warm. You know.”

 Between one blink and the next, he’s gone.

“‘Stay warm,’” Calum echoes disdainfully, looking up at the roof onto which Luke had disappeared. “Do you think he knows that human clothes don’t retain heat the way superhero suits do?”

Ashton laughs and follows Calum into the lobby.

[burstingsunrise]

WIP Chain Tag

i was tagged by @daydadahlias. thanks jess! 💜 (i’m so excited for scene 14!!)

rules: post a line from your latest wip and tag as many people as there are words.

from untitled-because-the-current-working-title-is-spoilery-and-also-absurd:

Calum will not be distracted by Luke’s wiles.

tagging @lifewasradical @cringeycake @clumsyclifford @tirednotflirting @blackbutterfliescal @pixiegrl @valiantnerdtm @escapesos

[burstingsunrise]

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people!

tagged by @himbocalum - thanks natascha! 💜💜

i don’t really have a “favorite” playlist but i do have a playlist of favorites, so let’s go with that!

01. the leaving song pt. II - AFI

02. king of my heart - taylor swift

03. lit me up - brand new

04. ghostin - ariana grande

05. feeling this - blink-182

06. don’t speak - no doubt

07. more than words - extreme (mandie i am CRYING)

08. valentine - 5sos

09. sign of the times - harry styles

10. bounce back - little mix

i have no idea who has done this so i’m just gonna tag a few people and hope for the best. 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

@cringeycake @cakelftv @kaleidoscopeminds @lifewasradical @pixiegrl @blackbutterfliescal @clumsyclifford @daydadahlias @igarbagecannoteven @valiantnerdtm

[anxietycalling]

Okay, so @cringeycake​ tagged me in this WIP tag earlier. I’m not gonna tag anyone (mostly because I’ve been hibernating for 5000 years and thus have no one to tag), but I do have some words from [redacted]. So, uh, here?

“Don’t do that,” he hisses. (He’s not. He’s not not having a sexuality crisis, here. Well, okay, less of a sexuality crisis and more of an omg, we just fucked up the band, omgwhatamIdoing. Still.)

I’ll leave it to y’all to figure out what this might be for. Will reply to smoke signals, cryptic cave paintings and screeching in my inbox.