shitty hood

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“This friend of mine said when you are a musician and you are touring all the time and get to the level we are, you’re an astronaut. You go up and then you come back down to earth and you can’t really explain what is like up in space. Only your fellow astronauts get it”. 

Sharing the Crib (Dad!Ash)

a/n: this is probably gonna be really shitty and cliche but I was inspired by this picture look how cute

You shook the snow from your shoes and clothes as you stepped through the front door, instantly relaxing at the warmth radiating all throughout the house. It had been a tough and long day at work and you were looking forward to coming home to your husband and child. 

You were still on maternity leave, but the office really needed you to go in today so you put all of your faith and trust into Ashton that he could handle the newborn on his own.

“Ash? I’m home.” You could hear the sound of cartoons coming through the TV but not the usual babbling coming from your daughter or Ash’s adorable baby voice when he speaks to her. When you walk into the living room, you spot an all black figure curled up in your daughter’s crib. When you get closer, you realize it’s Ashton, sleeping soundly. Your baby girl was wide awake however, looking at her dad’s tattoos on his wrists and pulling at his hair. 

“Hey angel, did you have fun with daddy today? Looks like you wore him out.” You picked up your daughter from the crib and went into the kitchen to fix her a bottle. 

“Ow fuck!” Moments later, you hear a noise come from the living room, like something- or someone- had fallen. You walk in to see Ash laying on the floor and the crib turned onto its side, your daughter giggling at the sight. 

“You know those things are made for babies, not a 6 foot man child.”

“I couldn’t help it, she was just so cute, I wanted to be as close to her as possible.” Ash took her from your arms and started putting her high up in the air, just like she liked. You were so content in that moment, knowing you finally had your own little family. 

I’m debuting my new blog with a headcanon

  • look ok the Waynes don’t go to normal banks
  • what are they, poor?
  • but Jason does because he doesn’t have access to their money
  • I mean he is fucking dead
  • and fuck if he’s letting them give him any money
  • so Jason is in line at the bank
  • he looks like a normal guy, if a bit muscular
  • he goes by the name Todd Peters
  • bc he has a sense of humor gdi
  • and some guys in masks run in and shoot at the ceiling
  • they order everybody around
  • and the civilians “cower”
    • none of them are actually all that scared
    • they’re used to this ok
    • they deal with Scarecrow every other week ok they’re fine
    • they just figure this is easier than making a fuss
    • Jason’s pretty sure there’s only one bullet in that gun anyway
  • they start demanding the money
  • and Jason can’t just leave this bc he’s here
  • he might as well deal with it
  • so he stands and brings attention to himself
  • “hey!” he yells
  • they turn to him
  • and he just
  • he just fucking decks the closest one in the face
  • it’s a surprise bc nobody usually tries
  • he’s outnumbers like five to one
  • but he ducks their attacks and kicks their feet out from under them
  • and punches them all and basically just leaves them all black and blue
  • he ties them all up when he’s finished
    • bc of course he has fucking rope with him
    • why wouldn’t he
    • that’s a normal thing to have
    • (no it isn’t Jason what the fuck)
  • he couldn’t help but notice that as this was all happening
  • the civilians just quietly started making their withdrawals
  • the people at the desks thank him when they realized he was done
  • one person calls the cops
  • and then Jason realizes that there’s a camera in the bank
  • and he just makes his withdrawal and fucking books it
  • no doubt the bats will be seeing this footage soon
  • and he’s not about to deal with the police
  • he hides in a safehouse for a while in hopes that they don’t call
    • they do
    • bruce thanks him for leaving them alive
    • he doesn’t respond
Make up

Prompts-”Well hey gorgeous,what are you doing on this mighty fine day?” and 
“Babe, babe put makeup on me.”

Jason Todd 

this is another short listen im sorry 

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“Well hello gorgeous, what are you doing on this mighty fine day?” You looked up at Jason with bed head, unbrushed teeth, and a shirt that all sorts of stains on it. 

“Jason, I look like actual trash.” You laughed slightly and he frowned. 

“No, you looked beautiful.” You blushed and he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead. 

Jason grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch. He held you close to him and began to “dance” you around the room, and his version of dancing is literally just dragging you around the room. He pulled you around the coffee table and almost into the fire place. Finally he got tired of you lagging and put you on top of his feet and waltzed every square foot of the house. 

 While you both were laughing he stopped abruptly and gasped, causing you to fall off of his feet and onto the floor. The floor was cold and you only had his nasty shirt on and a pair of Nike Pro spandex.

 "Jason, why did you drop me?“ You shivered and once he noticed that you were cold he pulled up to him so close that your noses were touching. 

 "Babe, Babe put makeup on me.” You laughed and pulled him into the bathroom.

 You sat him down and immediately got to work. From the start it was a disaster. Your foundation didn’t have the right undertones for his skin and his eyebrows were so thick it broke your eyebrow pencil. By the end his lips were overdrawn, from him laughing so much, and his contour was patchy. At one point he went to itch his nose and in the process he smudged the bright red lipstick you had put on him and he completely took some of the foundation off. This beautiful man just wasn’t cut out for the makeup life.

 "Jason, this is terrible honey.“ You laughed and he turned towards the mirror to look. Gasping he turned back towards you. 

 "You turned me into a monster,” He put his hand over his forehead and sighed dramatically. 

 "I’m over, canceled, ruined.“ You giggled and pushed the huge man off of you. 

"Here,” You handed him a bottle of makeup remover, “Take it off with this and wash your face after, I’m done with you.” He gasped and again and began to take the makeup off, leaving you to watch him get and insane amount of the oil in his eyes.

According to Page Ruth on Periscope Arzaylea:

Did not pay rent whilst living with her.

Did cheat on Luke.

The rest of the 5sos boys do not like her.

Stole that razor blade necklace from her.

Stole a phone from her.

Yelled at her for casually talking to Luke.

Slammed a car door in Page’s face.

Crashed Page’s car and totaled it.

Hasn’t seen much of her family in months.

Never listened to Page and always put herself and her problems first.

Her and Luke did not meet at Kylie Jenner’s birthday party, just an ordinary house party. (This has already been proven though as 5sos were on tour at that time!)

9

“There’s definitely going to be a time where we take a break, go out into the wilderness and live normal lives. I’d definitely want to be a barista or something for six months. Just to see. My first job was being in the band, so I’ve never experienced what my parents went through to get me here.” - Calum Hood

Little Girl Hood ran into the kitchen, a single bottle of nail polish in her hands. She was on the hunt for her dad, who had promised her weeks ago that when his nails needed a fresh color, she was more than welcome to paint them. She just remembered that last night before story time, Calum had mentioned something about his nail polish chipping.

“Daddy!” She screamed as she saw him sitting at the table, you right next to him as you spoke in gentle conversation, interrupted by her loudness. Calum’s and your attention immediately turned to her as she climbed up into her chair.

“What’s up, baby girl?” Calum asked, the biggest smile on his face as he looked at her. He’d never get enough of her; she was his pride and joy from the day she was born. She could do no wrong in his eyes. Her thick, black hair and brown eyes matched her daddy, but her tiny nose came from you, along with her chin.

She was all grin as she held out the nail polish bottle to Calum, revealing a bright pink that she’d picked especially from her own collection. “You said I could paint your nails!” She was so excited, she could hardly contain herself as she plopped her butt down onto the chair.

“Hmm, I did, didn’t I?” Calum said, holding his chin in his hand as he watched her. He glanced to you once and winked at you knowingly. You laughed slightly, standing to collect breakfast plates and depositing them in the sink. You left a kiss on her head and his before you headed to start your own work for the day. “You think this color?” Calum knocked the bottle with his fingertip.

She nodded frantically, reaching for Calum’s hand and spreading out his fingers evenly so that she wouldn’t mess up. He’d remembered to scrub the last of the black nail polish off the night before, hoping his little girl had gotten his hint. She opened the glass bottle and gingerly started to paint his nails, careful to avoid his skin and the table top. By the time she was finished, she almost had more on her own fingertips from wiping away mistakes than Calum did on his fingernails.

“Wow, you did a great job, sweetheart,” Calum praised, looking his nails over approvingly and she beamed with pride. “Do you think your uncles will be jealous? Uncle Luke might need a new nail color sometime,” he reminded her. “Maybe pink for him too.”

“Yes, pink!” She agreed.

“Come here,” Calum held his arms open for her to bound into and he hugged her tightly against him, kissing her cheek over and over again until she was screaming for him to stop. “Daddy loves you, princess.”

“Love you too, daddy.” She replied before running off and screaming your name, ready to paint your nails too.