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Spotting an INTP Girl ...

If you can check off most of these, you might have found one:

Low maintenance haircut that is overdue for a trim, or pulled back
Low key makeup, or none
Understated or no jewelry
Glasses, usually, but not always
Shortish to medium fingernails
Flat shoes that are well-worn
Soft, pocketed pants or jeans that may need hemming
Comfy, machine-washable shirt
Detached from surroundings

Double match points:
Bag or backpack, not purse
Totally oblivious to your flirting

Quadruple match points:
A book on theoretical physics, quantum theory, or other high level education

Not trying to stereotype or offend. Just describing myself, and suspecting it applies to a good number of other INTP women. I can dress up, too, but this is the everyday for me.

When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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Fallingforyou - the 1975 x Michael Moaning
Fallingforyou - the 1975  x Michael Moaning

I’m sorry

moaning audio creds 

The Art of Relaxation.

Lafayette stood at the entrance to Alexander’s tent, watching the other man as he scribbled something on a piece of slightly crumpled parchment. The sun was dipping low beneath the trees and tent tops of Valley Forge. The few birds that remained over the winter were tweeting, their songs echoing through the woodland. Apart from them and the distant shouts of men, the only other thing Lafayette could hear were the sounds of Alexander’s quill as it scratched across the page. He shifted slightly from foot to foot, anxiously fiddling with some hair that had escaped his ponytail.

“Alexander? Mon ami?” He said, keeping his voice hushed so as not to startle his friend. He walked into the cluttered tent slowly as though he were approaching a frightened animal.

“Lafayette, how can I help?” Alexander didn’t look up from the thing he was writing.

“I had my uniform refitted and repaired today, though I think there may be a hem loose at the back. I tired looking at it in a mirror but I can’t find it, would you help?”

“Ah, I’m a little busy right now, perhaps Laurens could?” Alexander had not once looked over at Lafayette, he felt his stomach drop with disappointment.

“John is riding to Gates’ camp; he will not return till tomorrow. Had you not noticed?” Disappointment turned into concern as Lafayette took in his friend’s state properly.

“What do you mean? John doesn’t leave until tomorrow.”

“Alexander, mon ami, when was the last time you left your tent?”

“The eighteenth, I went to deliver The General some letters. Laf, I’m sorry but I really do have to get these done.” Alexander waved his hand to try and shoo Lafayette out of the tent.

“Alexander, it’s the twentieth today, you’ve not left your tent for two days. No wonder Washington asked me if you were ill. You must relax, the letters do not need to be done this instance-”

“No, Laf-”

“Non, laisse-moi prendre soin de toi.”

He took Alexander’s hand and turned him around, his hands moved to Alex’s shoulders; they rested there as though they had belonged there forever. He guided Alex to the small camp bed, taking off Alexander’s coat and waistcoat as they went. Lafayette took the tie out of Alex’s hair, letting the curls spring loose down his back.

“Lie down, rest; let me take care of you, Alexander.”

He stood back as Alex lay down on his front, his arms crossed under his head. His face was turned towards Lafayette, his eyes drifted closed; his lips were cracked open and his breathing slowed. Lafayette allowed his eyes to drift down the curved lines of Alexander’s body. Alex’s shirt hung loose around waist and shoulders, it dipped low at the back of his neck. The shirt had come untucked from his breeches, something Lafayette did nothing to combat. Instead he looked around the tent for candles, the sun having moved below the horizon and the night having moved in around them.

Lafayette stripped out of his coat and left it on John’s unused bed. Before he moved to Alex, he straddled the smaller man, and ran his hands over Alexander’s body. At last he could feel the hard lines and sinewy muscle under his fingers.

“Laf, you don’t-”

“Je souhaite, mon ami,” he said, leaning forward to whisper the words in Alexander’s ear.



He massaged the knotted muscles with deft fingers, feeling Alex’s muscles give way to relaxation. He could hear Alex relaxing, hear his breathing slow and deepen; every now and then, he could hear a sigh of contentment.

“Relax, Alexander,” he said, after he could feel the other tensing.

“No, Lafayette, you don’t understand- I can’t-”

“Alexander-” he didn’t finish before Alex turned and shoved him off.


“Alex, please,” Lafayette said, stumbling backwards, tears threatening to spill.

“Lafayette, it’s not right. I’m not- I can’t-”

“Let me show you. It’s alright, let me show you,” Lafayette said, bringing Alex towards him, tangling his fingers in the others hair.

Alex’s hand came to rest on his chest, the other on his hip. Lafayette leant down and brought their mouths together, lips meeting, warm; like coming home. Their noses brushed, and their breaths mingled together. They split, only when their lungs started to burn.

“Okay?” Lafayette asked.

“Bien,” Alex said, gasping slightly for breath. He looked up at Lafayette, his eyes searching his face; gleaming from the light of the candles.


Lafayette awoke to birdsong, and the sun creeping in through the gap in the tent flaps. He looked down to see Alexander curled under his chin.

“Alexander, I have to go, Washington will wonder where I’ve gone.”

“Stay, it is early yet,” Alexander mumbled.

“And I still need to wash and dress,” Lafayette chuckled.

“I s'pose,” Alexander said, moving to let him go.

The morning was chilly, so they got dressed hurriedly. They could hear the rest of the camp getting ready. After they dressed, Lafayette drew Alexander close to him, his hands low on Alex’s waist.

“Careful, Lafayette, wouldn’t want to ruin your new uniform,” Alexander smiled.

“So considerate,” Lafayette chuckled, before leaning down and kissing Alex.

A/N: so I wrote this because @halpdevon and @lozeyart made me trash for this ship. (The last few sentences are based of one of Ollie’s drawings). I hope this is ok… lemme know if you guys want me to delete it.


request; can you do a fake texts from any of the four where you freak oht aboht the musical Hamilton? Love you xo❣

not really sure what i came up with considering i had no clue what Hamilton was .. 👀 but yeeeaaahhh pretty interesting coming up with this 🙃

The Bad, Good Boy - L.H.

I apologize for it being crappy and short…it started out as a good idea.



Luke Hemmings wasn’t necessarily a bad boy…but a bad, good boy because he was just bad at being good. He was just over six feet with a black lip piercing and these piercing ice blue eyes that you could get lost in. His blond hair had recently just been cut from it’s quiff and never had a was more like he just rolled out of bed and his smile was to die for with those beautiful dimples that could warm your heart. From the neck up, he looked like a sweet, innocent boy with a slight baby face, minus the piercing and minor stubble, but from the chest down, was where y/n’s knees went weak. He sported two full on sleeves filled with randomness that she couldn’t describe unless she studied that boy’s body, and lord knows she would love to do that. Depending on which shirt he wore you could see the minor outlines of a chest tattoo. And we can’t forget about the band now, could we. That was just the icing on the cake called Luke Hemmings…him and his guitar was a sight to see. The boys played every Friday at the pavilion, a small hangout where most of the high school students went on weekends since it was their own hangout with food, good live music, and a hell of a good time.

But aside from that…and the drinking…and smoking, and the weekly detentions he faced for his smart mouth, Luke wasn’t a bad guy. He could hold an intellectual conversation with you and actually be nice and sweet, keeping your feelings in mind. He slept around, but the girls he had slept with had gotten around as well and weren’t denying they wanted him in bed. He was a B average student. That’s where he got the title of the bad, good boy because unlike his friend Michael Clifford, he had a heart and wasn’t just trying to bang anything that breathes with a vagina. Michael wasn’t so bad either, he was just constantly horny.

“Hey, Legs!” Y/n heard behind her causing her to roll her eyes but turn her head to face Calum Hood. That was her thing, being called legs. For whatever reason Luke and his boys loved calling her that and it may have to do with her being on the football team, one of the best defensive midfielders they’ve had in years.

“Yes, Calum?” she asked sweetly noting that Luke was walking towards them out of the corner of her eye holding onto his motorcycle helmet.

“You and Kaycee going to the P tonight?” he asked smirking letting his fingers play with the lighter in his hand. At this point, Luke was standing next to his friend leaning against the locker taking in y/n’s appearance. She had on high waisted jeans skinnies cuffed at the bottom with her toms covering her feet. She had on a white crop top and and black bomber jacket covering her torso with her hair done up in a high, messy bun with a few stray pieces accenting her face.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?” she asked back making sure her tone didn’t come off bitchy. She genuinely liked Calum. They spent most of their falls together growing up since she was the only girl on the men’s football team in the city leagues and being a captain for their high school team meant she needed to deal with the men’s captain, which happened to be Mr. Hood himself.

“We wanted to dedicate a song to such loyal fans.” He winked at her as Luke gave her a small smirk, the beanie on his head capturing his blonde locks for the moment. “So, we’ll see you ladies tonight?”

We’ll try to make an appearance,” she said back before continuing her walk to find her friend before they left for the day.

“God damn, those legs,” she heard Luke say to Calum causing him to laugh as she continued walking, her face flushed slightly from being mentally undressed by Luke Hemmings who didn’t bother to hide the fact he was eyeing her. It wasn’t the first time either.


The four boys sat at a bar table in the P twenty minutes before they were supposed to go on stage. They had already made sure the instruments were tuned and set to go as they laughed and enjoyed each others company, but Luke’s focus was more on the door than his mates. Y/n had yet to walk in yet and it was frustrating him.

“Seriously Luke? You do this every week, and then breathe a sigh of relief when she walks in…every time,” Ashton said to his friend before taking a sip of his water. “Why don’t you just ask legs on a proper date instead of beating yourself up twenty minutes before each show?” Ashton had graduated the year before and attended uni a half hour away, close enough to still be near his mates and keep their band going. Just after Ashton asked that question, y/n walked in with Kaycee, the striker a year Calum’s junior that he had been crushing on the past few months. She was an eleventh year that had transferred at the beginning of the year, but apparently her and y/n go way back.

“Fine,” Luke said watching them go to sit at their usual booth at the front right against the wall on the right of the stage. He got up from his position, Calum following behind him as the two girls talked oblivious to the boys making their way to them. “I swear it has to be a sin for you to look that damn good,” Luke said catching y/n’s attention as she took her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“So, why don’t you come meet me in hell?” She asked sweetly as he sat next to her resting his arms on the table.

“Oh, I’d be more than willing to do that, love.” He winked at her causing her to roll her eyes playfully as Kaycee giggled at the two of them. “So, what are the odds of me taking you out after this?” Y/n looked at him surprised at the blonde who had been shamelessly flirting with her for three years now, he being an eleventh year and her being a twelfth like Calum. She had no issues dating a younger guy, she just thought this was a game he liked to play with her and never thought he would seriously be asking her out…something Luke Hemmings never did.

“Luke Hemmings, the goody two-shoes, bad boy, wants to take me on a date? I never thought I’d be so lucky to gain the affections of Mr. bad boy himself,” she smirked to herself watching as Luke chuckled slightly looking down at his hands. “What’s in it for me if I decide to stay?”

“A wild ride, legs,” he said back winking before getting up not waiting for a response. He and Calum sauntered back to their table stopping for a moment before heading backstage with the rest of the band.

“Hemmings just asked you out…oh my god!” Kaycee squealed as her friend laughed slightly. She was still trying to wrap her mind around that fact just as the lights in the P dimmed and the four boys found themselves on stage. The place was packed, and if you didn’t get there early or, in y/n’s case, have a spot on the list to get yourself in, you wouldn’t make it. Their band was getting more and more popular by the week in their small town just outside of Sydney.

“Hello to everyone here in the P. We’re 5 Seconds of Summer and we hope you enjoy our set,” Luke said into the mic just before their first song started. They did a quick set list of eight which consisted of five originals they wrote and sang at previous sets or other gigs, two covers, and a new song. And, of course, Kaycee and y/n knew the words to each song, except the new one of course.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kaycee asked her friend who hadn’t taken her eyes off the stage since the start.

“Hmm?” she questioned turning her head towards her friend just as the four boys exited the stage. “It’s nothing really.”

“Liar,” Kaycee giggled as a response. “Don’t look now, but Hemmings is on his way back over here.” They had a quick conversation about their plans for tomorrow just as Luke sat down next to y/n and Calum made his way next to Kaycee.

“So, did you decide if I was worthy enough for a date with you?” Luke asked cocking his head to the side while looking at y/n with a smug smirk while his eyes held hope.

“I think you may have convinced me, Hemmings,” she said back causing his face to light up as he moved out of the seat motioning for her to follow.

“Want to join us?” y/n heard Calum ask Kaycee, y/n knowing she would take the opportunity to hang with the Maori boy. They followed the boys out to where Ashton and Michael were waiting by three cars, much to y/n’s disappointment instead of the motorcycle.

“Hey, legs,” Ashton said flashing a cheeky smile as he and Michael got into the car full of equipment while the last four branched off into the two remaining cars.

“So where are we headed?”

“Well, usually after a show, we go make a small bonfire in Mikey’s backyard with some beers and just chill with some music in the background. But, we can always go out somewhere and grab something to eat if you’d like?” he asked as he started his car heading in the direction of, what she assumed, was to Michael’s house.

“Going to Mikey’s sounds fun.”


“You know, I was kind of hoping you brought the bike to the show tonight,” y/n said as they made their way up her front porch, Luke’s hands were in his pockets. They spent most of the night cuddled on the loveseat bench near the fire pit, a beer nestled in hand as the group of six chatted away discussing nothing and absolutely everything at the same time.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” he responded back with a dimpled smile on his face.

“So there’s going to be a next time?”

“God, I hope so, legs,” he muttered grabbing at her hip pulling her towards him, her chest against his as he lent in. “Now, is this where I give my goodnight kiss?”

“God, I hope so,” she mimicked in a low tone of voice causing him to smile slightly before pressing his lips against hers softly, which completely contrasted his figure and reputation when it came to females. He pulled back slightly resting his forehead against hers before pressing their lips together again for a quick peck.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Please do,” y/n responded causing a smile to appear on the blondes face as he backed away from her porch heading to his jeep. “Goodnight Hemmings.”

“Goodnight, legs.”

My question at soundcheck SLFL Amsterdam May 21
  • alright so i got the audio from a girl who secretly recorded it but she won't let me post it so imma type this all out for you
  • Michael: Hi!
  • Me: Hi! *hears myself through the speakers* wow. First of all, I wanna thank you so much for making me start playing bass, Calum. I love it so much.
  • Calum: *awws*
  • Ashton: Yeah!
  • Calum: That's awesome
  • Me: But my question is eh my crush asked me out a couple days ago..
  • 5sos: *cheers*
  • Crowd: *cheers*
  • Michael: Alright Calum don't get any ideas.
  • Me: So I was wondering if you have some DOs and DONTs for the first date.
  • Michael: What's your crush's name?
  • Me: *with dutch accent* Robert.
  • Crowd: *laughs*
  • Michael: We don't have that name in Australia. We Australians get names like Kevin or Greg.
  • Luke: Uhm, well...
  • Calum: What don't you do on a first date?
  • Luke: I don't know, I haven't really had a date.
  • Calum: I don't think there's like many rules for that.
  • Michael: I'm still really bad at the thing where I, you know when you're like 13,14 and you make fun of them a lot and you think that it's funny and then so like when I went on I date I just start being like, 'oh wow that's a lot of food' BUT IT'S MEANT TO BE FUNNY
  • Calum: uh oh
  • Michael: AND THEN IT'S REALLY AWFUL so I'm really accidentally mean to people, so don't do that.
  • Ashton: Don't go to the movies or the cinema.
  • Me: Oh but we're going to the movies.
  • 5sos: Oh noooo!
  • Luke: It's fine if you eat food first
  • Me: No I haven't.
  • Ashton: Do NOT go to the movies.
  • Calum: How old are you?
  • Me: 14
  • Calum: Yeah it's fine
  • Ashton: No, come on!
  • Luke: Just eat food and then go to the movies.
  • Ashton: See your mom's probably gonna drop you off, right? Mom, dad idk some significant whatever, they're gonna meet their parents there as well, cause you're both gonna get dropped off.
  • Me: I don't think so, we're going to cycle.
  • Ashton: *acts offended* Can you listen to me?
  • Michael: Do not go to the movies.
  • Ashton: You're not gonna get to know each other any better, cause you're gonna have to sit in silence, so I think if you go and sit somewhere and eat food and then go to the movie it's fine.
  • Luke: I don't know how well you know this dude, is he a nice person?
  • Me: Yes.
  • Michael: Don't go on dates.
  • Crowd: *laughs*
  • Michael: Just stay on the phone the whole time.
  • Ashton: Eat something first, doesn't have to be fancy.
  • Me: Okay.
  • Michael: Wait, what movie are you seeing?
  • Me: Idk yet.
  • Michael: You need to organize a movie first.
  • Me: Well he asked me out for tonight but I couldn't go soooo
  • 5sos: OOOOOH DAMN
  • Ashton: You're just putting it out there, huh?
  • Crowd: *laughs*
  • Calum: Nice
  • Michael: Did he cry?
  • Ashton: As you can tell we really aren't the best people to ask so.
  • Michael: Yeah, we're not very good at this advice thing.
  • Ashton: We kinda skipped on our chance to go on dates and have just been in the dressing room for 5 years so you know.
  • Crowd: *awws*
  • Michael: Thank you!
  • Me: Thank you!
  • Michael: You could play him a song on bass.
  • yep so that was it i'm still dying lol gtg bye