“When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.” - Danny Goldberg
“My mom committed suicide when I was ten. I’ll never forget the day we went to foster care. It was the last day of third grade. I was riding home on the bus with my brother, and I was so excited about meeting my friend later at the YMCA. But when we got home, all of our stuff was packed into boxes. My dad was sitting on the stairwell, crying. He wouldn’t tell us what was going on. He just told us that we had to leave. For the first couple years of foster care, he’d tell us every week that he was about to come get us. After awhile we stopped believing him.”
So Nick Wilde’s hand was I guess torn off this ad or something and now it looks like he’s just staring at his recently chopped off hand like
“Well fuck. I did not think today was gonna go like this. See Judy this is why I never take the bus. First you lose your seat then a coyote comes along and eats your fuckin hand. I hate Mondays.”
okay no offense but 5sos should make a music video for social casualty about a girl from a broken and abusive home running away not to a boy but to college in order to pursue to her dreams. like picture this, luke starts the opening verse and she’s walking around her small and boring town and watching her parents argue as the days go by, then michael comes in with the chorus as she starts packing her bags, then calum with the second verse and as he sings “just a girl turned eighteen, she ran away to chase her dreams” she’s getting off a bus and then you see her view of the university campus and she starts unpacking her bags in her dorm room. and as the song continues on it switches from the boys playing on a stage to moments of the girl’s experience in college like the football games with her friends, late nights studying in her room, finals, partying, and then back to the boys until the very end of the song where you see her walking across the graduation stage shaking hands with the school officials with her diploma in the other hand and she’s smiling brighter than she ever has in her entire life because she ran away and accomplished her dreams.. idk i think it would be a badass video because she’d be breaking the cliche norm of running away to be with a guy and instead be running away to get an education and make a future different from her past. @5sos-official hire me to be your next music video director. i gotchu fam
(2/4) “When I was in second grade, our school got attacked by a bomb. It was a barrel full of explosions. We were just opening our books to start the class and it’s hard to describe the sound but it was like a building coming apart. I ran to the other class to find my brother and he was crying because of the sound. Our bus left so we didn’t know what to do. But my brother is so smart. He ran to the market and called our grandma.”
One year ago today, I met 5 seconds of summer. My friends think it’s ridiculous that I remember the dates of
“it’s been 3 months”
“it’s been 9 months!”
but the thing is, none of them get exactly why I remember them.
July 16th 2013.
Started off as a normal day, ended as the best day of my life.
Meeting them has brought me a whole new level of happiness and self confidence to my life. When I met them, I actually met Ashton first. He came off the bus shirtless and once he saw me he was like “hey babe!” and we just talked. It was their day off, he was not forced to talk to me; nor was he forced to stay back and take a picture with me.
but he did.
When John Delf came off the bus, he walked over to us and explained that the rest of the boys would come off one by one seen as it was their day off and didn’t want to interrupt their day, especially since it was Luke’s birthday.
Soon enough, Liz walked off the bus followed by three cuddly looking tired boys. They walked over to me and told me hi and asked how I was doing. The first thing I did was tell luke happy birthday and gave him $11.00. He smiled and gave me the biggest, tightest hug I have ever received. I told them that I thought they were coming off one by one and they all shook their heads and said “that’s what they told us to do, but we wanted to come out and say “hi” and so they did. We talked for a while, calum told a joke that he thought was hilarious but I was the only one laughing besides him (because let’s face it, how could I not laugh)
After quite some time, Calum asked if I wanted to sing happy birthday to Luke with them, to which I said yes, and after singing, he hugged me again. (hug count. 3)
“soooo babe. Do you wanna take a picture?”
That was the best thing Michael Clifford has ever asked me.
After taking pictures, Luke and Michael asked how we knew it was them.
“eh. Something in my heart told me”
aka my bestfriend but hey… It was cute.
Meeting them was so amazing. They made me realize that they love the family so much and that they are really just normal boys that are living an amazing dream.
July 16th, 2013.
It started as a normal day.
It ended like a dream.
And no matter what, I’ll always know them as the band brought to me by fate and a wish.
constant stream of uptown funk & various r&b songs
whenever someone comes over, he switches to green day
surprise hugs when you get home from work
“send nudes” “i’m literally right next to you”
you know that scene from parks & rec where leslie adopts a bunch of animals? that would be calum. he would literally adopt an entire animal shelter.
“caLUM PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON”
“I CAN’T BECAUSE YOU STOLE THE ALL”
him trying to get you to dance with him but he’s doing some really weird “sexy” dance so all you can do is laugh
“i’m about to take a shower…. would you like to join me ;)”
whenever you start getting mad at him, he just gives you puppy dog eyes and begs you to forgive him
“living with you is so great… i can’t believe i spent so many months living on a tour bus with 3 idiots”
“CALUM YOU CANNOT GO ONTO THE BALCONY NAKED, WE HAVE NEIGHBORS!!”
coming home to a beautiful dinner with candles & calum looks so proud so you just smile & thank him, ignoring the takeout boxes that you saw in the kitchen
calum leaving for work but 5 minutes later he runs back inside because he forgot to say he loves you
“no offense but you’re really hot”
petty little arguments that end with you standing in a chair so you can be taller & intimidate him, but it’s such a ridiculous sight that he starts laughing & soon you’re both laughing, completely over what you were arguing about
“i love you”
“i love you more”
“NO I DO”
“LOOK, I WILL FIGHT YOU ALL NIGHT ABOUT THIS, I LOVE YOU MORE!”
imagine stealing calum’s hoodie on tour because the air conditioning on the tour bus was too chilly for you, and his sweatshirt was just casually laying around so you’d pull the soft material over your head while letting the sleeves cover your hands as you curled up on the couch and watched the world go by outside the window. calum would come in a few minutes later looking for his favorite hoodie, smirking when he saw you wearing it as he walked over to you and gently pulled you up off the couch so you were pressed firmly against his chest. “I believe that’s my hoodie, y/n,” he’d whisper as his hands slip underneath the fabric and onto your skin, his cold fingers making you jump a little as he laughed and started kissing along your neck. you’d pull away from him and raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend, refusing to give him his sweatshirt back because you were just way too comfy to give it up. calum would confidently smirk at your little challenge, crashing his lips onto yours as your mouths feverishly moved together in sync, his large hands cupping your ass before slowly dragging themselves up your body until they were tangled in your hair. you were so entranced by the euphoric feeling of calum’s lips on yours that you didn’t even notice your half naked body as calum successfully slid his hoodie off of you, clinging onto him for warmth as he smiled into the kiss and carried you to his bunk because “I think that sweatshirt looks better on the floor, darling.”
i can’t wait for the moment ginny finds out her favorite pillow is mike’s shoulder. and then she finds out that it is a lie; her favorite pillow is mike’s chest, with his heart beating right beneath her ear, making her feel safe and at home.
I am mildly obsessed with the appearance of Señor Bunny
while Skyping with Jack…
Eric knows that the team would chirp him to Canada and
back if he admitted what his stuffed rabbit meant to him but he still sneaks
Señor Bunny onto the bus for away trips. He also leaves him on his bed because
there is the sad realisation that the only person who would actually see him
would be Eric as there was zero possibility of anyone else being anywhere near
Eric’s bed. Sadly.
When Jack had come to visit him for the Fourth of July, Señor
Bunny had been safely tucked at the back of Eric’s closet, which made Eric
giggle as he hid him in the place where Eric had kept his porn secret from his
Jack was polite – extra polite, not just normal Canadian
polite – to everyone, even Aunt Margaret who was perhaps hitting the mimosas a
bit too hard at brunch. He did make sure he stood with his back to the wall
whenever she came near, though. He dropped the persona when he slipped into
Eric’s room, cupped his cheeks and kissed him until they were both trembling.
If it hadn’t been for the fact Eric knew his mother had hearing like a bat, he
would have started stripping Jack then and there.
So Eric stepped back to allow himself to breathe and get himself
a little more under control. Jack couldn’t look at him, glancing around the
room. Then he frowned.
“Where’s your rabbit?” Jack lifted Eric’s pillow to check
if there was anything hidden underneath.
“My…what?” Eric tried to not let his voice squeak but it
was basically impossible.
Jack sat on the bed. “Your rabbit. The soft one?” Jack
didn’t look like he was winding up to a chirp or even gentle teasing. “The one
that’s always on your bed.”
“Señor Bunny? He’s…” Eric stuffed his hands in his mouth.
“You always vlog with him in the background.” Jack
shrugged before looking around again. “He’s cute.”
“Cute!” Eric muttered as he slipped open his closet door
and hauled out the battered rabbit. “I’ll have you know this is a very fierce
“Like you,” Jack said, smiling softly. And, well, Eric
just had to kiss that smile off Jack’s face. Because of reasons, like science.
That took up some more time.
Later, in the truck, recovering from what they’d done in
the back of the truck (which Eric was going to rope Jack into washing in the
morning), Eric leaned back against Jack’s chest and enjoyed his arms around
“I’m going to miss this,” Eric said, running his hands
over Jack’s bare forearm. “Snuggles.”
“That’s why you have Señor Bunny, eh?” Jack pressed his
cheek into Eric’s hair. “You should hug him while we Skype. When I have to go
home. And to Providence.”
Eric enjoyed thinking about how quickly he could get to
Providence for Samwell for a moment and remembering the pictures Jack had sent
him of his new apartment and his unchristened oven and bed. Then he worked out
what Jack was saying. “But, why?”
“Because if I can’t be there to hug you, the only other person
in your bed should be your bunny.” Jack maintained his serious face for all of
three seconds before his grin started to curve the side of his mouth.
Eric hit at him. “Of course there wouldn’t be anyone else
in my bed, honey.” But he resolved to always make sure he kept Señor Bunny in
frame. Just to remind Jack what he was missing. And to try and pretend Eric
wasn’t missing him just as much.
On his way back from getting milk at the corner store, Aatto got caught in the rain, so he took shelter at a covered bus stop. He sat down on the bench and was about to take out his phone, when he heard a soft meow come from his feet. He looked down to see a little mud cover kitten playing with his shoelaces. Aatto chuckled and played with the kitten for a bit, then one thing lead to another and soon enough, he was at home giving the orange, brown, white, every color Skookum kitty a bath in the sink.
By the time Ice came home, Aatto had made a little bed and litter box for the kitty to put in the spare room. He didn’t know how his fiancé would react, so he tried to keep the kitten hidden for as long as he could.
“When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.”
So, I think this is hilarious. Killian is such a wordsmith. And then there is Emma and all her bluntness. I love how different they are in the way they express themselves and his reaction here cracks me up.
When talking about moving in together Killian is like “This house is a promise of our future.” And Emma is like “Move in with me because we might get hit by a bus.”
He uses such beautiful language to tell her how he feels and Emma is more the blurt out what’s on her mind type. (And she probably does that because she knows if she doesn’t say it right then she will convince herself not to say anything at all)
I just really love how this 300 year old pirate from the Enchanted Forest has fallen in love with a princess who grew up in a different time and as unrefined as they come.
but poor lil sicky-poo luke waking up feeling even worse than the day before and it doesn’t take a trained eye to tell he’s under the weather. he’s much quieter than usual, isn’t eating very much, and is caught with his eyes closed more than once at breakfast. “luke, come on, let’s go back to bed,” you urge as everyone starts dispersing from the meal. “it’s okay, i’m fine,” he shakes his head, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make himself more alert. “baby. you have a couple hours until soundcheck. come on, you look like crap.” your intention isn’t to insult him, and he’s too tired to fire back at you anyway, so he finally just sighs and nods at you. as the two of you walk back out to the bus, luke shivers, despite the rather mild temperature outside, and you quickly return his grey hoodie that you’d put on when you woke up. luke graciously takes the warm garment and puts it on, tugging the hood up, before taking your hand. you two pile onto the quiet bus and luke heads straight back to his bunk and toes off his boots before climbing up. you can hear him coughing a bit as you make your way back and a part of you wonders how he’s even going to do the show tonight. “baby?” he calls out, his voice small and desperate, and you follow it until you reach his bunk. “are you coming up?” he’s laying on his side, his colourless face buried into a pillow, and his eyelids droop so he can just see a fraction of you. you give him a sympathetic smile and wipe his hair from his balmy forehead before climbing up yourself. you don’t make him move, just crawl overtop of him to the other side until you’re laying comfortably behind him. he reaches back to take hold of your arm, pulling it him around him tightly and he scoots back enough until you’re both fit together like a puzzle. “wake me up in a couple hours, baby?” he mutters, but he’s out almost before the sentence is complete with soft snores filling the bunk.