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A Platrio cover for All Time Low by Jon Bellion!

We kind of crammed learning this into about 15 minutes HAHAHAH

As always, Maia is doing bass, Sofia’s doing lead, and Issa’s doing harmony and the clap-snap thing!

If you like this cover, make sure to check out the rest of our channel! Thanks!

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(fancam) 171110 day6 (all focus) - 혼자야 (All Alone) A cappella Short Ver. 

I am the type of person who...

Tagged by @enchantedunicornhideout​! Thank you so much! *___* 

Rules:  Write 1+ sentences/paragraphs of the type of person you are. It can be whatever you like. Tag your friends, so that they can play along to! 

I am the type of person who… will instantly wake up to answer the phone at 6 am and keep up an entire conversation without sounding sleepy or tired in any way. Then will go back to sleep and completely forget about having said phone conversation at all. 

I am the type of person who… was genuinely happy to find out she needed to wear glasses. Always loved glasses. 

I am the type of person who… keeps buying new books despite knowing there’s 50+ more books at home waiting to be read. 

I am the type of person who… has a really hard time throwing away even the crappiest scrap of paper because “it could come in handy for an art project one day!”

I am the type of person who… will get into verbal fights with any random stranger (irl or online) who dares criticize her beloved city of Naples and its inhabitants. (Shitting on Naples is apparently some sort of national sport in Italy: insults can go from “all neapolitans are uncultured thieves” to “I hope mount Vesuvius wipes you and your shitty city off the face of earth, you cholera infected dogs!”, which, as you can guess, is not fun at all .___.’)
Speaking of that… 

Cappella Sansevero (1593-1766), Naples, home to many amazing sculptures, including but not limited to Giuseppe Sanmartino’s masterpiece “The Veiled Christ”. Several legends circulate around the sculptures of this chapel and the Prince who commissioned them, Raimondo di Sangro. A scientist and an alchemist, he was said to be capable of replicating the miracle of the liquefaction of blood of Saint Januarius, as well as being the author of the so-called “anatomical machines”, two human skeletons whose vessel system was “turned into stone” thanks to an alchemic process (warning: body horror). The vessels eventually turned out to be made of wire, wax and silk, but the accuracy of details is still pretty amazing, especially given the lack of knowledge about this kind of things at the time. 

I am the type of person who… will *not* shut up about the beauties of Naples and will always focus a good amount of her History of Art lessons on artists who lived or worked here, as opposed to traditional lessons only focusing on Florence and Rome :D 

I am the type of person who… has more than 13 GB of music on her iPod (45,5 GB on pc), but will listen to the same 20-30 songs over and over again. And complain about having nothing else to listen to. 

I am the type of person who… 

…At 13, thought all heavy metal music was “satanic” and she would never listen to it. Turned into a full blown metalhead at 16.
…At 17, still claimed she would never listen to Ronnie James Dio because his name was “blasphemous” (“Dio” in Italian means “God”). One year later, she was one of the biggest Dio fangirls ever. Two years later, she went to see him & Black Sabbath live in concert (…AND the concert was canceled -___- Tony Iommi broke his shoulder or something, so we could only see Ronnie on stage for a few minutes. He sang the chorus part from Heaven & Hell for us, tried to comfort us for a bit, then left the stage. It was the first and last time I could see him, as he passed away about six months later ;___;) 
…At 24, said she’d rather live under a bridge than become a teacher. 
Became a teacher two years later. 

I am the type of person who… should clearly stop claiming she will “never” do something XD

I tag… EVERYONE! :D No, seriously, if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged U___U

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All my voice. All a cappella. At one point, there are 12 vocal parts all together. Hope you enjoy it!

anonymous asked:

hi i'm a high school junior and would really like to know why you love yale so much and was wondering if you could tell me some pros/cons about the school! i haven't decided whether or not i want to apply there so i'd love to hear your reasons as to why you did

Hi there lovely!

Agh tbh this is such a dangerous question because I could quite honestly go on forever and ever about Yale and I really don’t even know where to begin… but I’ll try my best for you!

pros

  • BLUEBOOKING!!!! — at Yale, you get to shop for your classes every semester. They have something called the Blue Book and it’s a book of all the courses that are offered and for the first two (??) weeks of the semester, you get to pick and choose the classes you think you’re interested in, sit in, and experience the class with no obligations or strings attached whatsoever which is EXTREMELY wonderful because it’s kind of like a test drive before you commit to a class for the entire semester.
  • Residential. Colleges. — Everyone at Yale belongs to one of their twelve residential colleges… and my favourite part about the res colleges is the fact that they’re not just dormitories. Each of the res colleges are different; some have music studios in the basement whereas others have practice rooms, gyms, movie theaters, etc., and the best thing about it is that no one is restricted to their own res college! If you belonged to ES but wanted to eat lunch with a friend in Calhoun? Bam. You can totally do that. And if Branford didn’t have a feature that Berkeley did (let’s say music practice rooms?), then you still have access to the Berkeley practice rooms. And not only that, but I also love the suite-style dorming at Yale because agh that whole concept of sharing a living room really resonates with me—and it must really feel like home away from home as it seems to promote a lot of bonding with suitemates and such!
  • BUTTERIES — Butteries kind of go hand in hand with the res colleges, but still! What other college comes with built-in late night snacks?! It probably is awful for the whole “freshman fifteen” thing, but agh butteries sound so, so wonderful (holla at my girl Libby).
  • Master’s Teas — I know that Yale students don’t really like Master’s Teas apparently (?) but I think that I’d love for the opportunity to attend them. Can you imagine having tea and being in a close setting with someone whom you really admire/look up to? Yale constantly has amazing, incredible people drop by to talk to their students and agh just a chance to get to meet those people seems like heaven to me. 
  • A Cappella — THE A CAPPELLA SCENE AT YALE IS PERFECT, PERFECT, PERFECT. They have an “a cappella rush” and it just sounds so wonderful agh and all of Yale’s a cappella groups are just so talented and make great sound and tbh I really just want to become a part of Yale Out of the Blue because I’ve been music-crushing on them forever. 
  • YSO Halloween Show — It’s Yale tradition, every Halloween, to end the night with the Yale Symphony Orchestra’s annual Halloween show!! They display a silent movie whilst the orchestra plays the soundtrack live which is ffff so amazing I cannot even imagine
  • THE BEINECKE/STIRLING/BASS — The libraries. I know it’s so petty to factor in libraries, but I love Yale’s libraries so much that words can’t even describe. The Beinecke has had my heart forever ever since I first stepped foot inside, and Stirling is just a thing of beauty (even though they had to throw acid on it to make it look a little older (; ) and although I haven’t been inside of Bass, I just know that it will be just as beautiful in the typical, Yale fashion. 
  • Freshman Screw — It’s a minor little detail, but Freshman Screw seems like a lot of fun! You get to pair up your friend with a blind date and you basically spend the night trying to find your other half and eep it just sounds like a great time :) 
  • Study Abroad — Study abroad seems relatively easy at Yale (although I don’t know if I could ever bear to leave campus for large durations of time?!) which is very important for me!
  • Yale Model United Nations — Yale’s International Relations Association (YIRA) holds the best high school conference in the high school MUN circuit; not to mention that their competitive team is highly ranked (top 3?) in the nation—which is very important to me, as a MUN junkie!
  • Liberal arts curriculum — this kind of says it all!
  • Freshman Olympics — ALSO VERY CUTE and a great way to display your res college pride!!
  • Adding on to living arrangements — I love how freshmen all live together on Old Campus (except for TD kids and Silliman kids) before moving into their res colleges so that they get an opportunity to meet a lot of the freshman before moving up :)
  • BOOLA BOOLA — I also think that boola boola is a fckin great chant haha bye Harvard you are so lame don’t even try
  • T.D. Woolsey — there’s a statue of Woolsey on Old Campus and people rub his toe for good luck! (No, not like the statue of John Harvard nope because Woolsey is 23904802398x superior) And I just really love the story behind Woolsey. In the Civil War, when lots of colleges were turning away their Southern students and sending them home because of the war, Woolsey refused and allowed his Southern students to stay on campus and to study. And I just really love and appreciate that mentality of acceptance and understanding. Which leads me to…
  • The community — I just love the sense of community at Yale. It feels like no other. No matter how many colleges I tour or research, I never get that sense of pride and unity; the feeling of family. And that’s what terrifies me so much about loving Yale, I think. I’m just afraid (irrationally, because I know that I will be happy no matter where I end up!) that I won’t find my fuzzy feeling that I get from Yale at anywhere else.
  • CHIPOTLE — THEY HAVE TWO CHIPOTLES AND ONE IS NEXT TO THEIR…
  • Yale Women’s Center — I love the Yale Women’s Center and how they have a place for women to gather and talk about empowerment and feminism and all of that agh and to top it off there is a CHIPOTLE NEXT DOOR I swear if I get in… I’m never leaving that area. 
  • Campus — Yale’s campus is by far the most gorgeous in the world (in my eyes). And that’s that. 
  • Women’s Table by Stirling — THEY HAVE A WOMEN’S TABLE OKAY I just sometimes think about what it’d be like to kind of reach an epiphany as I notice the way the light reflects off of the Women’s Table on my walk back to Old Campus from class idk

I could say more but ah was this enough for you? :) xx

oh hey an update: so college is amazing. I have SO MANY friends! I have been integrated into the trans boi community and they have been a really strong foundation for me to really explore my gender identity. Also I am in an a cappella group now and it’s so great bc I have a lot of lady friends who I sing with. its a little weird bc i don’t identify as a girl but I’m usually getting called she/her in the group which I guess I can’t complain too much about bc I fucking auditioned for it in the first place and a lot of other people didn’t get in so I should just be thankful I got in. SOOOO I love being in the all-female a cappella group bc we are all such great pals and I love them. There is on gal in the group who always uses my correct pronouns so bless her.
I’ve started binding with my gc2b binder and omg it’s so amazing and feels so great. I was just on fall break for a few days so I couldn’t bind at home but I’m back at school and can’t wait to bind again.
I miss my car and some of my friends from high school but other than that I really can’t imagine a better time in my life than right now.

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VoicePlay - Disney Broadway Medley

OPB: Various Artists

The gentlemen of VoicePlay teamed up with Disney on Broadway to put out this medley of Disney songs that have been featured in Broadway shows, but with a TWIST!!!! The arrangement pairs the lyrics of favorite classic Disney songs with the beats from Top pop hits

Kiss The Girl/All About That Bass (The Little Mermaid/Meghan Trainor

A Whole New World/Rude (Aladdin/MAGIC!)

I Just Can’t Wait to Be King/Trumpets (The Lion King/Jason Derulo)

Seize the Day (Newsies)

Arabian Nights/Fireball (Aladdin/Pitbull)

fucking-kawaii  asked:

Venus & Neptune! 🌟✨

Thank you for these questions, lovely! 💕

Venus: Do you believe in true love? 💖

I like to believe that it exists, but I don’t really know what to think! 

Neptune: Can you play any instruments? 🎶

I can’t play any instruments, but I can sing decently well! I’m actually in an all girls a cappella group!! 

Beca Defense Squad (Aka Kommissar)

~Requested fic

“What the hell Beca?” Jesse and Chloe had pulled her off to the side for this? Beca internally groaned, not wanting to spend tonight getting lectured.

“He totally pointed to you! You should have been there to help out the Legacy!” Chloe was fuming.

“And whats this I hear about you hitting on the German freak?” Jesse adds.

It doesn’t matter that they are in the back hallway where the bathrooms are, there is no hiding from Kommissar’s keen ears. Out of her peripheral vision she can see a Bella and a stupid American boy yelling at the tiny maus. She doesn’t know why but she feels uncomfortable hearing the harsh words spilling from their mouths. A cold feeling washes over Kommissar that screams at her to beat up both Americans.

“Why does it even matter? You haven’t been there for me these past three years. And Chloe I wasn’t even there when you accepted Legacy! So why is it suddenly my responsibility to take care of her like she is a four year old?” Beca shouts back, not caring now if they attract attention.

“Your the leader Beca. You should be setting a role! You have been totally blowing us off and pushing us away for weeks now!” Chloe argues, hands balled into fists.

“Did you ever think that maybe your being selfish? I lost Beca. I lost the competition and then I lost you.” Jesse looks almost sad for a moment before the rage consumes him again. “You left me Beca don’t you dare pin this on me!”

“By the sound of it you are both… how do Americans say it? Idiots.” Kommissar arrives at Beca’s side in a few graceful, long strides. “Beca has full rights to take breaks from the Bellas. A leader does not mean someone who carries the team, it is someone who leads. You all know how a cappella works, ja? And could you not have teachen the young one yourselves? Or are you just that bad?” Kommissar raises her eyebrow in challenge at Chloe.

“We were busy preparing-”

“Preparing should mean getting people ready, ja? And that includes this Legacy person. So why weren’t you preparing her?” Kommissar taps her foot, resting an arm on Beca’s shoulder as if they are best buds. Beca is too stunned by Kommissar coming to her rescue that she can’t think properly. Not that she can ever think properly around Kommissar.

“Why is this any of your business? I was trying to talk to Beca.” Chloe fires back.

“No you were trying to use her as a scapegoat. Making her feel guilty. You should be ashamed.” Kommissar scolds her like she is a child. Chloe opens her mouth then looks at Beca like she will defend her. Beca just rolls her eyes at Chloe and stares her down until the redhead turns on her heel and storms off.

Jesse is looking expectantly at Kommissar. “Go ahead and try to tell me Im wrong. Im her boyfriend.”

“And as her boyfriend you should be there for her a vice versa. She had a very busy schedule with the tour. She needed you through that rough time. You weren’t there because you were too busy wallowing in self pity because she was going on a victory tour.” Kommissar towers over him. Looking down at him as though he could try to dig himself out of this situation.

“Are you suddenly her girlfriend now?” Jesse asks, obviously still angry at Beca’s compliments.

“I would make a much better partner than you.” Kommissar looks down at Beca. “Don’t you agree?”

For a moment Beca is tok enthralled by Kommissar’s lips to do anything but then mutters, “I don’t know I have never been with another girl.”

Jesse laughs at Kommissar. “See she doesn’t-”

“She hasn’t been with another woman. That doesn’t mean she isn’t opposed to the idea. I think after dating you she would try just about anything.” Kommissar cuts him off smoothly.

“But we are still dating.”

“No we are not so now I can do this.” There is only one way to reward a night in shinning armor. Beca stands on her tiptoes and kisses Kommissar. And Kommissar is so right, she makes a much better partner.

[CP! Fic] The Man, the Myth, the Legend

Author: sparklyslug

Summary: Adam Birkholtz is an amazing beatboxer. Much to the despair of all the Samwell a cappella groups, who can’t seem to persuade him to quit hockey and join them, no matter how many flyers they stick up around the Haus.

Notes: So this one MAYBE needs a little context. Ngozi tweeted about these guys , who make for a scary flawless Holster and Ransom fancasting. And one of them also happens to be an amazing beatboxer . So then this happened.

Read it here

this is a very strange thing I have done. But I had to do it. I had to.

5sos Fanfic: Grown Up 5sos (Prologue)

A/N: Set in an AU present and future.

“The Next Big Thing?”

By Katie Cooper, Staff Reporter, Page One Music: Music: Opinion

Flooding the charts this week, pop punk band 5 Seconds of Summer is one of the many names following the latest revival of this music genre. Can’t just be punk anymore, can we?

The members: Ashton Irwin (20), Michael Clifford (18,) Calum Hood (18), and Luke Hemmings (18) have won the hearts of adolescents male and female (mostly female) across Europe, Australia (their home country) and even various parts here in the U.S.

And it’s not just their boyish good looks and bad-boy attitudes, these musicians have some serious talent. Their hit “She Looks So Perfect” has rightfully topped the Billboard Chart at Number One for a solid two months, and has been used in various Victoria’s Secret commercials for the lingerie shopper with some pop punk coursing through their veins.

Dammit, now I have their chorus stuck in my head.

Their fame is instant and, so far, withstanding. Personally, I think these guys might have what it takes to make a lasting impression in the music industry, but that’s not just up to me. But, according to their 4 million twitter followers, I might not be the only one who shares this opinion. Leave in our comment sections or tweet us @Page1Music with your thoughts on this band.

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(Almost Two Years Later)

“Only Lasted 5 Seconds”

By Rose Stone, Sugarscape

Nope, I’m not talking about your ex! I’m talking about the pop punk fad 5 Seconds of Summer. I, along with millions of teenage girls, was devastated to hear that the Australian band broke up due to “creative differences” just this past week.

“Creative differences” my ass. It’s the fact their major, epic, awesome, stadium tour didn’t sell enough tickets to break even or even fill a high school. Looks like they were just meant to play those smaller crowds. And, unfortunately for us with eyes and good taste, that just wasn’t enough for them.

None of the boys were available for personal interviews, but they have tweeted about the breakup.

@Ashton5sos: “We will love our fans always. But this just isn’t the right time for us now xxx”

@Michael5sos: “It sucks fucking balls, but we will always love you guys. *<3*”

@Calum5sos: “We just needed to go to different places in our lives. But you deserve to know we thank you for getting us to where we are. Love you guys!”

@Luke5sos: “I’ll miss my brothers *lots of sad emojis*”

Aww, Luke, you’re breaking my heart.

Even though fans are, rightfully, heartbroken, some have handled this in terrible ways, including a trend stating #Fuck5sos. (Unfortunately, not the happy kind of f*** either.)

Various friends have tweeted in response to the hate 5sos is getting for the breakup. There were many, but we just HAVE to look at Calum’s longtime girlfriend Blair’s tweet.

@Blair_Murr: “They decided to do what’s happiest for them. I’m proud of the boys, even tho it had ran them shattered. #Love5sos”

Nothing like the love of your life to give you support. AND start a whole new worldwide trending tag! (If you don’t know Blalum’s story, check out this timeline of their relationship, starting when Blair was just a groupie/hardcore fan!)

What are your guys’ thoughts? Leave them in the comments or tweet us @Sugarscape!

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(Two Months Later)

“5 Seconds of Education and Love”

By Rilee Greene, Sugarscape.

Ex-5sos’s lovable nerd Luke Hemmings (he graduated high school on tour! Dork *heart eyes emoji*) was seen walking around Greenview Community College in Los Angeles. According to an inside source, Luke started taking classes before the official breakup (recently, rumors have stated that there was tension in the band long before they broke up) and all of them seem to be music-related.

How shocking.

What actually is shocking is the fact he’s been seen canoodling with an unidentified girl on the ground and, inside sources say, during classes.

The girl has been identified as Avery Lake, another student in his class. Apparently, she’s also in one of the best all-girl a Cappella groups we’ve seen to date! And that’s including Pitch Perfect! Here are some links (video 1) (video 2) (video 3) to their most popular renditions to date! All those have over 15 million views!

Unfortunately, “because” she’s half-black, people have been sending her hate to her twitter, @AcaAvery, saying she’s “not good enough” for Luke because of her race. (Which, speaking as a decent human being, is bullshit.)

Because he’s a good boyfriend, Luke tweeted:

@LukeHemmo: “Leave my girlfriend the fuck alone. She doesn’t deserve any of the hate your spewing.”

The tweet received two major responses: One: “AWWWW!” Two: “*You’re”

Looks like Little Lukey hasn’t changed a bit.

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(½ Years After The Breakup)

“5sos: Where Are They Now?”

By Katie Cooper, Entertainment Editor, Page One Music

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(Katie’s POV)

“Whatcha doing there?” Jack, my favorite coworker and someone who’s been with me since we were both fresh staff reporters, says as he walks into my office.

Seeing me.

Sitting at my desk.

Bashing my head into my keyboard.

“I thought that only happened in movies.” He adds condescendingly, giving me that stare he does when he knows I’m being dumb and I know I’m being dumb, but I’m still being dumb.

“Fuck you.” I say without any heat, rubbing my face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, plopping down on my sofa. Being Music Editor of a popular music-based online mag has its perks.

“I have to go interview Ashton Irwin.” I explain, flopping back in my swivelly office chair.

“Why is that bad? You’re in love with the guy.”

“No I’m not! It’s a celeb crush thing.” I flail a bit as an explanation that doesn’t explain anything.

“That you’ve had for over two years.”

“It’s not my fault he’s really talented! And really hot.” I tack on, thinking of his face. His beautiful, beautiful face-

“You’re right, it’s his parents’ fault. You should write them a meanly-worded letter.” Jack growls like a kitty.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Tell me you can do the interview instead.”

“Dude, I would. Sincerely. But Chief said that it had to be you, to run that whole comparison thing.”

“No one even remembers that article.” I complain.

“It’s the most trafficked piece on our site. You did really well for the greenest piece of shit on that year’s staff.”

“Wow, Jack, you’re so good for my self-esteem.” I deadpan.

“That first part was.” He winks, then lunges over and steals my planner. “Oh shit, Kate, you only got half an hour. Better get going.” He tosses it back at me and quickly exits the room before I have time to throw something at him.

Damn him.

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(Ashton’s POV)

I play with my phone in the middle of this random-ass coffee shop. I play with my phone often, but I’ve never done that here before. I guess that’s a new experience.

I get an email from Leni, Michael’s girlfriend, and I open it to find an engagement notice. What, Michael finally proposed? What the fuck? What is my life right now? I’m single, 24, and own a small music shop when I should’ve been a fucking musician.

Oh wait, it’s not about me.

After I send them a thoughtful congratulations, that even though I hate Michael I sincerely mean, I look up at the door, for the billionth time. And only see rain. No new customers whatsoever. Yeah, the reporter is only 5 minutes late, but I’m all fidgety.

My whole musical career (spanning a measly three years and two albums) is about to rehashed. The beginning, the middle, the awards, the groupies, the breakup. Fuck, I’m about to relive all the shit I’m finally starting to move on from.

Fuck whoever this reporter is. I don’t care if she’s one of the best in the industry or whatever, I can’t believe she’s making me open up about this stuff.

I’m about to stand up and leave when someone bursts in, setting off the bell on top of the door.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

This girl is so beautiful.

Long, brown, wavy hair doused in rainwater, tall with amazing legs, and when she, finally, looks up, I see these dazzling brown eyes.

I actually know what our songs are about now.

Well… not the ones about breakups and whatever, but our old love songs. And I suddenly get this weird feeling of longing to the band’s old days.

God, who is this girl?

She makes eye contact with me and smiles sheepishly, rushing over to extend her hand. “Ashton! Hi, I’m Katie Cooper, your interviewer. Nice to finally meet you! Sorry I’m late, traffic was worse than I thought it’d be.” She sits down across from me. “Mind if I record this?” She pulls out her phone and opens the voice memo app.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” I rush to say, then laugh at myself. “Sorry, yeah, totally fine.” I tap my fingers against the table. Not the same as drumming, but it has to do these days.

I see her eyes dart at my hand, and she smiles slightly. Wow, her smile is great. “So, I have some basic questions first, then we can get into the ‘juicy’ stuff.” She rolls her eyes, like she was told to make this like a tabloid. She reads my mind… Or, I read hers. “They keep telling me to make this as juicy as possible or whatever but I just want to write a good story about you guys. I was a fan of your band.”

I can’t help but perk up. Two years after the fact, I still love hearing those words. “Really?”

“Yeah, I had to listen to your debut for my article, but I really loved it. You guys did a great job.”

“Thank you.” I respond. “I read your article, when it came out.”

“Really?

“Yeah, it was all over Twitter. The boys and I used to try not to read those things, but we read yours. Nice, sweet, flattering, short.” I ramble. Why does she make me so fucking nervous?

Katie looks down while biting her lip.

Whoa, maybe I’m making her nervous too.

“Thank you…” She trails off, smiling gently. “So, onto the interview?”

After she asked all the questions and I answered them all, and even got to know her a bit better, I decide to take a chance. “So, what’re you doing later?”

“Later?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me… or something.” God, I feel so dumb, what am I, 16 again?

“I’d love to but…” Damn the but. “It’ll pose a conflict of interest for my story.” My shoulders still slouch. Damn journalistic ethics. “But…” I perk up slightly, “We can exchange numbers and I’ll text you when it’s done so we can go on a date then. If you like.” She offers.

“I’d like that.”

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(one month after)

“5sos: Where are they now?”

By Katie Cooper, Music Editor, Page One Music & Entertainment: Music: News.

Looks like a lot has happened these past two years for the broken-up band 5 Seconds of Summer.

Starting from youngest to oldest, Luke Hemmings (21) graduated from Greenview Community College, one of the most prestigious for those aspiring to be teachers, and got his teaching certificate in Music History and Theory. He already has a teaching gig lined up in Los Angeles at Alissia De Santos High, a prestigious, private high school know for being for Children of the Rich and Famous in the suburbs of L.A. Since we want this to get more traffic, I’ll also inform you he’s still in an amazing relationship with Avery Lake. Lake has gained her own fame by being in one of the biggest a Cappella groups in the United States that has transcended their college years and onto the iTunes Charts, Hear the Belles. Rumors of an engagement are circulating, but you didn’t hear it from me.

<Selfie of Luke and Avery, cheeks pressed together making cute, ridiculous faces>

(Credit: @AcaAvery on Instagram)

Calum Hood (22), on the other hand, went the “jock” route. He is now the star forward of Manchester United, and has been for over a year. Many Man U teammates and fans have credited him with winning the World Cup. Him and his longtime Scottish girlfriend (and, notably, ex-groupie of his band) Blair have been living in England for over a year, and she’s working for A Bit of a Mouthful, a British catering company that caters to the stars. Best of luck to them!

<Paparazzi Photo of Calum and Blair walking hand in hand down King Street.>

(Credit: People Magazine)

Meanwhile, Page One would like to extend a formal congratulations to Michael Clifford (22) on his two recent announcements via Twitter just earlier this week:

@MikeyClifford: “BIG NEWS PEEPS my girlfriend @LeniTats and I are engaged! fuck yeah!!! *picture attached of her flipping off the camera with her ring finger*”

@MikeyClifford: “ALSO NEWS @LeniTats is pregnant!! Don’t worry, we were getting married anyway lol *selfie of Michael standing, shooting down to get a shot of Ellen acting like she’s throwing up in the toilet*”

@LeniTats: “@MikeyClifford don’t say “lol” in regards to our engagement/pregnancy announcement you asshole”

@MikeyClifford: “@LeniTats oh no the hormones are starting”

In case you didn’t know, Michael has started his own makeshift radio station through posting the audios on YouTube, which have been gaining their own popularity. His fiance, Ellen “Leni” Walker, is a well-known Boston tattoo artist, known for working on Punk musicians and famous actors at the famous tattoo parlor Ink Addicts. Apparently, she did at least five of the tattoos on his right arm sleeve.

Last but not least, Ashton Irwin (24) is said to be working here in New York at a music education center for children to learn various instruments. He specializes in teaching guitar, piano, and, of course, drums.

Unfortunately for the fans everywhere, 5sos haven’t been seen together in over a year and a half. Add this with fact none of them entered performance-oriented careers, fans are going through a bit of a withdrawal. They’ve started multiple twitter trends: #WeMiss5sos, #Bring5sosBack, and more. Which, I think after such a time, is dedication.  

What are your thoughts? Tweet us @PageOneMusic!

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(three months after that article)

“Last One Snatched: Ashton’s New Girlfriend!”

By Ava Isaacs, Seventeen.Com

“Unfortunately” for the fangirls, Ashton Irwin has been reported to be in a very serious relationship with journalist Katie Cooper

<picture of Ashton and Katie eating at a restaurant, laughing>

(Credit: @AshtonSexiiiiiiiiii)

Katie is the well-known journalist for Page One Music & Entertainment. She’s a couple years younger than Ashton (the largest age difference of 5sos’ relationships), but has accomplished so much, to be fair. She’s even credited with an influx with more “legit” rock authorities saying 5sos is a legit punk band, regardless of how pop they can be.

Unfortunately, people have been spreading hate about her. Personally, I think it’s the whole “I want to date Ashton waahhh” mentality the immature “fans” have. Luckily, the other girlfriends have taken to defending her, even though we’ve never seen them meet!

@LeniTats: “Don’t hate on @KatieNews , that’s such a dick thing to do like wtf #GoKateton"

@Blair_Murr: “Listen you bloody bampots, everyone REALLY needs to back off of @KatieNews #NoHate #ThatSimple"

@AcaAvery: “@KatieNews doesn’t deserve any of the hate she’s getting. She and @AshIrwin look happy, leave them be.”

Girlfriend power!

Use your twitters for good not evil, don’t send hate.

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(Leni’s POV, Two Months After That)

“Why the fuck were we flying? It’s so close to the end of your pregnancy.” Michael snaps at me, clutching my hand as we walk out of the plane and into LAX. It’s not like he needs too; I’m as big as a blimp, no one will miss me if I get lost.

I roll my green eyes at him, like I often do when I think he’s being an idiot, “I’m safely in the second trimester, Mike. Plus the flight’s already over. Didn’t you read those pregnancy books I gave you?”

“I google stuff when you yell at me, I practically know everything about pregnancy. Why aren’t you telling me why we’re going to L.A?” He asks.

I sigh. “I wanted it to be a surprise, because it’s not definite yet, but I have an interview at L.A. Electric Ink.” I hate ommitting things from my fiance, but desperate times.

He perks up, but still looks travel-tired. “Wait, hasn’t that been your dream for ages?”

I smile, “Yeah, and I wanted it to be set in stone before I told you-”

He pulls me close and kisses me hard, even though we’re rushing to baggage claim. “Holy shit, Len, I’m so proud of you!” He picks me up and spins me.

“Dude, you’re going to break your back!” I squeal, but let him spin me.

“Never.” He pecks me on the lips, “Let’s get going then!”

“Okay, just one little detour first.”

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(Avery’s POV)

I go downstairs to find Luke asleep at his desk. Again.

I trill a B sharp. I still need practice, but as long as it wakes him up.

He jumps in his seat, suddenly awake. “Hi!” I greet him.

“The fact you’re a morning person really gets on my nerves.” He says grumpily, rubbing at his eyes with ink all over his hands.

Sighing, I sit on his lap and clean his face with one of the washcloths I make him keep around his desk, because he’s such a klutz he spills everything constantly, and say, dismissively, “You have no claims. Technically it’s 12:01. It’s afternoon, sweetie.”

“I didn’t fall asleep ‘til, like, 5 or 6. Too many papers on how Purcell influenced the Who. I have ‘Pinball Wizard’ stuck in my head.” He wraps an arm around my waist.

I kiss his cheek, “C’mon, let’s go get breakfast somewhere.”

“Somewhere? No specific place in mind?” He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Nope. Let’s drive around until we find a place.”

“Ms. Organized doesn’t have a plan? What’s happening to the world?” It’s seriously adorable how he can be dead-tired and still tease me.

“I can cook something for us instead…” I trail off. His blue eyes widen in horror while my brown ones twinkle with mischief.

“I take back my teasing.”

“Smart move.” I kiss his cheek again as I get up. “Go get ready, I’m driving.”

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(Katie’s POV)

“What kind of story requires you to go all the way to a park L.A.? And why do I have to go along?” Ashton grumbles next to me in the back of the taxi.

“Sorry, Ash, it’s the life of being the WAG of a journalist.” I tease him, trying to distract myself from the fact I was lying to my boyfriend.

“I’m a Husband and Boyfriend! I’m a HAB, or a BAH, if anything.” He cries out, indignant.

“You’re supposed to want to support me when I go out on stories! And I thought it’d be fun if you came with me.” I make a sad face.

He pulls me close so I’m leaning on his chest and his arm is around my shoulder. I’m not with Ashton for his looks, but the fact he’s kept up with weight-training is just really, really great.

“Of course I love supporting you, babe. But we woke up so early this morning-”

“I think you mean 7.” I interrupt but he continues.

“And I’m already jet-lagged. Add that on with my exhaustion-”

I cut him off by taking off my seatbelt quickly, straddling his lap and kissing him damn hard.

“Excuse me ma’am, seatbelts on.”

“Sorry.” I tell the cab driver, situating myself. Ashton smirks to me.

“You naughty, naughty girl.”

“Shut up, HAB.”

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(Blair’s POV)

“Taking a cripple to a park is just cruel and unusual punishment, B.” Calum bitches, struggling with his crutches.

I sigh and try to help him, but he’s too stubborn and proud to let me and keeps floundering. “I told you to stop calling yourself that.”

“It’s not like I’m wrong!” He pouts that pout of his that makes him look like a puppy even though he’s 22. “I can never play football again. I’m pretty sure that means-”

“If you say that fecking word again, we won’t go doggin’ in the limo they gave us.” I wince at myself. My Scottish always comes out more when I’m angry.

“Sorry, babe.” He lets me put an arm around his waist to help steady him and leers into my ear, “You knew I really wanted to fuck in that limo, you’re pure evil.”

“It’s the whole lack of soul thing.” I say, gesturing to my red hair. He giggles, watching his feet to make sure he doesn’t trip on the way to the park benches when the sounds of a boisterous voice rings through the park.

“When our kid is born, I’m gonna take him to the park at least once a week.”

Calum freezes and straightens like electricity suddenly coursed through his veins.

I follow his line of vision.

Leni and Michael are here.

Fuck, they weren’t supposed to be here, yet.

“What the hell is going on?” Ashton’s voice appears from the swing set with Katie, all while you can see Luke and Avery appear.

“What. The. Fuck.” Luke starts.

And then it all explodes.

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(Leni’s POV)

All the boys are screaming and yelling and being furious and I have a baby inside me and I don’t know what else to do except for just shout, “SHUT UP!” in the loudest voice I can muster.

Thank you pregnancy hormones, because I was loud enough I was able to be heard and listened to.

Putting my hand on my stomach, I turn to Michael calmly. “Lead me to one of the benches, I need to sit down.” Then I face Blair and Calum. “You probably need to get off your knee, right? Come sit with me.”

I get us all to surround Calum and me on the bench. “Before any more screaming is done around the baby, the girls and I are going to explain what the fuck’s going on.”

The boys all look like they want to say something, but they, rightfully, stay quiet.

“When I heard Leni was pregnant, I sent her my congratulations, and we ended up talking about how much we wish all of you were still talking. And soon, all of us were talking. About all that happened with you guys.” Blair starts.

“I remember watching the beginning stuff. You guys were happy together. Stressed and tired, but happy together.” Katie admits.

“We don’t know what happened-” Avery goes to start, but Blair interrupts with a “Because you won’t fecking tell us.” I send her a look and she looks down, mouth pointedly closed.

“We don’t know what happened,” Avery starts over, “Or why it’s still happening. But we want it to stop. So I got them all to come to L.A.”

“And we might want to stay.” I add.

Ash, Mike, Cal and Luke all start talking at once and all over each other. I wince, but am too lazy to scream again.

Luckily, I don’t have to.

Avery, with her damn good pipes, releases a melodious yell that gathers any and all attention. “Listen up.” She says once she does. “We know we didn’t talk it over with you guys yet, so that’s what we’re doing. You’re still not allowed to talk yet. So be quiet.”

“I didn’t get a scoop in L.A., Ash. I was offered a position as the Assistant Arts and Entertainment Editor at the L.A. Times.” Katie starts. “I’m meeting with them in four hours, and I was going to tell you all about it, well, now. Surprise.”

“And I actually did get that opportunity at L.A. Electric Ink, Michael. But I didn’t mention as a partner, not just an artist.” I add, rubbing my stomach because the poor thing is kicking all over the place.

“Cal, I didn’t just want to take you away from the press in London. I’ve been thinking about starting my own catering business. And I found all sorts of great, organic resources here.” Blair says.

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you guys before.” Katie says.

“We just knew you’d react shittily.” Blair adds with a half-shrug.

“And before you respond, keep in mind we’re the love of your lives and I have a baby in me.” I add.

Michael rolls his eyes a bit, but that’s because he’s heard me say that and variants of it since we found out I was pregnant when I was two months along.

“You may now speak.” Katie says slowly.

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(Avery’s POV)

The boys all open their mouths to speak, again, but this time they all look at each other first. Then, slowly, Calum then Michael then Luke all turn to Ashton. Like he holds all the answers to the universe.

“Okay, I’ll start then.” He clears his throat, seemingly looking both stunned and pleased that he has slipped back into the role of leader. “Umm, wow, okay, babe, you’ve got me really confused fuck.” He stammers and starts drumming his fingers on his thigh. “Okay, umm what about me? I have my job. I teach children things! I like that!”

Katie gestures to me. My turn to explain. “The band teacher at De Santos just retired. And they have no idea who to replace him with. So I was going to see if you were interested.” Ashton turns to look Katie in the eye, and I have no idea how but they seem to be having this silent conversation with the weirdest hand gestures.

Having Skyped/Google-hangout-ed with Katie multiple times, I shouldn’t have expected anything less. That girl flails instead of speaks so much it’s like it’s its own language.

Cal clears his throat and Blair straightens, looking nervous as hell. I never thought that brash, loud girl could be afraid, but here I am.

“Just because I can barely walk, doesn’t mean I don’t have a say where we go? What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Blair bites her lip then gives the floor to Leni. “I tattooed the L.A. Galaxy’s coach just a week ago, right when you got hurt. They were having a game in Boston and he wanted a tattoo of a galaxy on his shoulder. That was five hours of my life.” She rambles, cuts herself off, breathes then continues. “He told me he was told that his assistant coach was thinking about leaving applying for a transfer because he was getting sick of L.A. And I dropped your name. He said you looked like you’d be a great coach and he’d love to hear from you about it.”

Calum says nothing, just lets his jaw drop. Blair tenses, like she’s waiting for an outburst, but none come.

“Well, we all know Luke’s fucking great and already has a job here, so let’s go onto me. What the fuck, Ellen?” She winces at the use of her name, and so do the rest of us. The first thing she said when she introduced herself to me was Call me Ellen and I’ll beat you up. So this is bad. “We’re a family now! How can you make these decisions without me? We’re about to have a fucking kid!”

Ellen looks like she’s about to cry, but manages to say, “Mikey, you don’t understand, everything happened so fast. We only wanted you guys to speak to each other again but then we were talking about our futures and how the three of us” She gestures to Katie, Blair and herself, “weren’t really happy where we were and Avery had the idea that everyone should move here and it happened so, fast, and I don’t know enough sane people back in Boston and I didn’t want to go back home but I didn’t want to raise our son without anyone helping us and fuck.” She bursts into tears, hunching over to sob into her palms.

“Fuck.” Michael instantly kneels in front of her, gently taking her hands off her face and tries to calm her down. Except for Leni’s sobs, everyone is quiet.

I share a look with Luke. He looks so uncomfortable, hands shoved in his pockets and one of his feet on top of the other. Poor Lukey.

Once she quieted enough, Blair speaks up, “At an event we catered, one of the runners of KROQ,” Michael suddenly looks up at that, shock on his features. “Told me they knew I was ‘associated’ with 5sos and they really wanted to get in touch with you about having your radio show on their station.”

“Holy fuck.” Michael says. “KROQ? Dudes, I love those guys.”

“Yeah, I remember.” Calum snorts, “You took over the radio whenever we were in L.A. and only played them.”

“Because they’re fucking amazing.”

“Not 24 hours a day!” Luke says, laughing.

The boys all laugh then trail off once they realize what happened. Then Michael freezes.

“Wait. Len, did you say… we’re having a son?” All the boys’ jaws drop in surprise.

“Dammit, you heard that.” She frowns.

“We said we were gonna be surprised!”

“Well that was fucking dumb!“ Leni bursts out, indignant. "I mean, why bother? So I went when you were visiting your parents and they said it’s a boy and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I thought you still wanted for me to keep it a secret-”

Michael runs his hands through his hair, “Holy fuck, I’m having a son.” Then he turns to the other boys, “HOLY FUCK I”M HAVING A SON!” And then he lunges forwards and tackles the standing members of Ex-5sos with Calum hugging Leni from the bench and everyone’s screaming again but this time it’s really happy.

The girls and I all share the same look: Thank. Fucking. God.

A/N: Sorry this is really long but I had a lot of the universe to clarify and set up. This is based off all those "parent 5sos” posts that gave me emotions and Grown Ups 2. Hope you like it!

PS hecticirwin had a text post like this idea, but I had already written this when I saw it but I figured I might as mention her.