5sosheartbeats

5sosheartbeats:

aboveluke:

aboveluke:

aboveluke:

aboveluke:

petition for 5sos to have a free private concert for tumblr users only

i still want this to happen 

EVERYONE reblog the shit outta this bcs this needs to happen 

step 2 : get them to notice this post 

this is going to be harder than i thought

Maybe it won’t be that hard if Mikey follows any 5sos blogs.. WE WANT THE FREE CONCERT MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD, WE WANT IT NOW. 

NOW.

lukeissoperfect

5sospreferencess:

fivesecondsfourlosers:

alleyladonna:

These aren’t mine credit to the owners. These are amazing!

Whether it’s Luke’s eyes that you get lost in, Michael’s lips you want to kiss, Calum’s tattoos you want to trace, or Ashton’s hands you want to intertwine with your own, they all have a special place in your heart. And even if you have a favorite you still say that you love them equally even though though really have a soft spot for one of the 4. These boys mean more to us than they’ll ever imagine.

THIS NEEDS MORE NOTES JFC

did anyone see tasm 2? Gwen dies?? 

Accurate because 5sos kills me on a daily basis

superwholock-imagines

latteinparis:

thedevilswaiting:

The original story of the little mermaid is that she must kill the prince in order to be human, and in the end, she loves him too much and kills herself instead.

The artwork is too great not to reblog. 

Ok, ok - important expansion: she only has to kill the Prince because the deal was if he fell in love with her she could be human forever, and he didn’t. By which I mean, he was a good person and genuinely nice to her, but he didn’t fall in love. He fell in love with someone else, also perfectly nice - not the seawitch in disguise, fu Disney. The Mermaid is told she can only return to the sea now if she kills the Prince. She goes into the room where he and his lover lie sleeping and they look so beautiful and happy together that she can’t do it.

That’s why she kills herself. And because it was a noble act she returns to sea as foam.

One moral of the story was that women shouldn’t fundamentally change who they are for love of a man, and in theory Han Christian Anderson wrote it for a ballerina with whom he fell in love. She was marrying someone else who wouldn’t let her dance.

Holy shit

Well shit man

Last Chance (Open Imagine)

Once again, you can replace “him” and “her” with your crush and yourself, a celebrity and yourself, fictional characters, your OTP, whoever you want.

Warning: This one is pure 100% angst

Inspired by “The Last Time” by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody

***

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, warding against the chill that was so unusual for this time of year. His wandering footfalls seemed to grow heavier with each block he travelled, aimlessly roaming the city with his gaze fixed on the stars. He realized with a start just how late it was, and he glanced around to see where he had wandered to. His heart seemed to constrict painfully as he was met with the sight of a familiar house. Of course his feet would bring him here. To her.

He tried very hard to stay away from her. They fought too much, he stormed out too many times, she cried because of him too often. He’d tried (and failed) to break up with her multiple times before, but she was determined to work things out and he was too in love with her to refuse. But this time was different, and they both knew it. He had said too many things that couldn’t be taken back, and she had thrown just as many back at him. He had run out screaming and holding back tears. The last thing he saw before he slammed the door was his beautiful, precious (y/n) collapsing on the bed, body wracked with sobs.

That was three weeks ago, and he was miserable. He seemed to end up at her house far too often, never brave enough or stupid enough to knock on the door. No matter where he went he ended up here.

She was home right now. He knew, because he was her car in the driveway and her bedroom light shining through the window. He hoped that she was alone. He wasn’t sure he could stand knowing someone else was with her, comforting her. He wanted to see her, to kiss her, to hold her. One last time.

He had knocked on the door before he knew what he was doing. He heard shuffling, and then the door opened a crack, revealing one beautiful eye set in a thin sliver of her gorgeous face. Her voice was barely more than a whisper when she addressed him. “Hey.”

He cleared his throat. “Hi. I’m back.”

"No," She muttered, glancing down at his feet. Looking into his eyes was too painful. "You can’t come back. Not this time."

"Please, just hear me out." His voice cracked, much to his horror. "This is the last time I’ll ask you. But please, just let me in. I just need you to let me in one last time."

She shook her head. “I can’t. You break my heart.” She took a shaky breath. “You break my heart so often and so fast and all I can do is scream at your back because you always run away.”

His voice is a low, empty sound. “I know.”

"Please go."

"I’m sorry."

He could see the tears gathering in her eyes. “You always are.”

"It’s always been you, (y/n). All along, and I was such an idiot not to see that. Please forgive me."

She had to push voice to be audible, her lungs tight and heart cracking as she looked at the desperate, sincere expression written across his face. “I’m tired of giving you second chances.”

"Then don’t." He moved closer, so that he was practically pressed against the door that separated their bodies. "Give me one last chance. That’s all I’m asking for. If I screw up again you can scream at me and throw me out and never speak to me again."

"Last time. If I let you in, it really is your last chance. This is the last time you stand outside my door begging me to let you come back." A tear escaped, slipping down her cheek despite her valiant efforts to stay strong.

He rested his head on the cool wood of the door. “I know.”

Her hands shook as they gripped the knob. “I’m going to open the door now.”

His voice broke. “Okay.”

She took a deep breath and stepped back, opening the door, letting him in, forgiving him. One last time.