✦ * ˚ L E T - I T - R O L L & .

TAKE &&. take a breath. we've got all the time in the world to get a grip on the fact that we don't last. but right now I want to watch the tide roll in with my best friends

[bitterhemmings-blog]

luke let his gaze travel back up, still avoiding eye contact as he watched him. he wasn’t sure what to say, what to do. it wasn’t something a simple im sorry would fix. he could always blame it on the break up, say how staying in the house he shared so many moments with a girl he thought he loved seemed impossible. that seemed like it would only worsen the situation. the hard edge in michael’s voice made him flinch, gaze falling to his wristbands again with a shake of his head. “thank you mikey” his voice was barely above a whisper, although he was grateful. the image of michael going into his bedroom and clearing up, changing the sheets. it warmed him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. “i mean, i just needed a place to crash…for a night. it’s not like i slept with them…just, slept in their bed and stuff.” 

[mchvel-blog]

     MAYBE it was the fact that Luke disappeared and made it seemed like it was less of a deal than it was. maybe it was the fact that Luke didn’t seem to understand that Michael obviously cared -- but it scared him. Michael has known Luke long enough to know that Luke needed his attention. but, Michael was starting to question whether or not Luke has known him long enough to realize that he didn’t w a n t to feel anything. And now that he has, every move he made was crucial in not fucking himself over. “ ... and stuff ” he scoffed. for someone who didn’t want to care, he seemed to care quite too much. honestly, he didn’t want to have this conversation. he didn’t want to know what Luke ended up doing away from home. some things between friends -- between roommates shouldn’t be shared. because that’s what they were, right? composing himself, he looked at Luke and forced sincerity in his voice. “ you look rough, mate. maybe you should go nap ”

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 I was walking down the street and someone called me “Jennifer Lawrence” at first I was so confused and still am to this hour. Do you guys see it? No?

[mchvel-blog]

     oh god, see -- this is awkward. because i get told that on a daily basis. i’m kidding. i haven’t really thought about it -- but i mean, i can kinda see it? more-so in the eyes i s’pose. either way, it’s totally a compliment, right? 

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   don’t worry your little heart, boo.

[mchvel-blog]

     boo? don’t you know that’s pretty offensive to someone as pale as me? like, golly, Hailey. break me in two, why don’cha?

[bitterhemmings-blog]

each step further into the room made his heart ache, eyes dragging over every inch of the other boy’s body for signs that he was okay, any bruises or signs he’d remembered to eat. he let his tongue dart out to collect up the blood there, halting his short strides right in front of the tv so the elder had no choice but to pay attention. “i-i’m home?” he mumbled pathetically, slender fingers fiddling anxiously with the frayed ends of a festival wristband. he wanted to fall into the couch, their couch, and took into michael’s side. probably grabbing the second controller and joining in with the game. it didn’t seem like an option though, so he continued to silently wait for the scolding he hoped would come, any sign that maybe michael missed him just as much as luke had. his body ached, skin sickly pale with the lack of sleep and nourishment over the last five days and just the walk up the stairs seemed to have exhausted him. he wanted nothing more than michael to ask him to go to bed with him.”i uh- went to london and? did you know how cuddly fans are when you ask if you can sleep on their couch?”

[mchvel-blog]

     when Luke finally came into view, Michael’s head throbbed with not only anger, but with frustration that Luke didn’t even bother to take care of himself while he was gone. like, Michael wouldn’t noticed his skin was just slightly more pale than usual. or that the bags under his saddening eyes weren’t from partying, but lack of sleep. like, the fact that Luke couldn’t even bother to have a good time without him; just gave up instead. still yet, Michael didn’t want to fight. he was tired of fighting. he was tired of Luke not being okay because of him. “ i see. ” Michael started to say, fumbling with his fingers. “ i changed your bed sheets. figured, you’d want at least that done when you decided to show up. ” his voice was angry; petty, even. Michael looked away from Luke, shrugging. “ never had to ask something like that before. ” he said, standing up and walking past him to turn off the system completely.

[hstylcs-blog]

i know that, i just don’t know how i got stuck with the ‘kid with a mommy kink’ label. so don’t date any older women because apparently that’s all you’re interested in if you do. i reckon i talk quite a lot in interviews, but it’s always a load of bull. who talks the most amongst you boys ?

[mchvel-blog]

     i mean, i don’t know. it’s pretty shitty, if you think about it. it’s kind of like them telling you who and what to have feelings for. i d’unno, i feel like Luke or Ashton talk the most when it comes down to it. but, i speak. and i’m sure you speak a lot because they ask you to, right?

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   I’m not sure actually, but think of the possibility, mikey.

[mchvel-blog]

     don’t get my poor hopes up, babe. i don’t think my heart can take it.

[bitterhemmings-blog]

he felt rough, body drained from lack of sleep and way too much liquor coursing through his veins as he finally pushed the key into the front door of his apartment for the first time in months. the boys were already home, they hadn’t slipped off to the UK for more partying like he had, without a word of warning to the boys or crew and they hadn’t spent days moving from one sofa to another in apartment after apartment to avoid facing them, or importantly him. the second he was through the door, he could feel her absence, no shoes lined up near the door or jackets or handbags thrown lazily on the side. he sighed, dropping his own bag to the floor and kicking the door shut. “michael?” he called out, biting down on his lip so hard that a small bead of blood formed on the surface. he knew where michael was immediately, the sound of gunfire coming through the speakers in the living room informed him of that. they hadn’t exactly been on good terms the last few days of tour and luke had avoided him at every given opportunity since their pointless disagreement.”i’m home!”

[mchvel-blog]

     after what seemed like a month of being home alone, Michael thought he heard a key in the door. of course, at the time he was just sitting and waiting silently on the couch. thinking it was just his imagination, yet again, he turned his gaming system back on for the tenth time that day in hopes that continuing his game would take his mind off of not only the fight he had with Luke -- but, also the fact that Michael hasn’t seen Luke in over 5 days; he’s done nothing but sit here and try not to call him and beg him to come back. ignoring the seemingly imaginative calling out of his name, Michael spewed out every curse he could as he got into the game -- only stopping when Luke’s voice became a bit more evident. calmly Michael paused his game to keep from kicking off and failing at yet another conversation. “ yeah? ” he managed to muster, waiting for Luke to walk in further.

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 I wouldn’t know mikey, I haven’t seen that far yet.

[mchvel-blog]

     you seem so sure ... but i do appreciate the cockiness.

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❝  You’re really lovely Underneath it all You want to love me Underneath it all I’m really lucky Underneath it all. ❞

[mchvel-blog]

     actually, underneath it all -- i’m naked. but, you can believe what you wanna.

[fckfalahee-blog]

I might’ve been busy all this week, but I actually got to sit down and relax– By relaxing, I mean, I got to play one of those games where you pick a decision and it impacts the past, present, and future. It was called ‘life is Strange’ and oh my god, the game was good, but it’s very emotional and pretty cool. I think you all should check it out. A lot of teen drama– Now I have to care about my life. Too many places to be right now. London is next– I hope I don’t die by the end of the week.

[mchvel-blog]

     that sounds a bit too real for me, mate. like, fuck -- i don’t even know where to start with it. do you remember the Final Destination DVDs where you could choose how they died? this is too much like that. and, even though i’m a big fan -- i don’t wanna fuck with life like that. i don’t WANNA KNOW stuff like that. well, if you die -- i want the name of your hairstylist. 

[hstylcs-blog]

“you know what i hate ? those questions that end up being asked in every interview ever. for me it’s always what do you look for in a girl ? or i hear you’re into older women ? no one ever asks what i look for in a guy ? or if i’m into younger women, or perhaps women my own age ? or maybe just stick to questions about the music — isn’t that what i’m doing interviews for ?”

[mchvel-blog]

     welcome to Hollywood, mate. you’re branded from the start. i’ve gotten to the point where i don’t talk in interviews unless i absolutely have to. it’s ridiculous now-a-days.

[adekcnes-blog]

“do you think… that patrick star is so stupid and clueless because he… lives under a … ROCK ? oh my fucking g o d… oh my god. shit, can you believe that?! anyways… today’s been pretty weird. someone threw an orange at me and yelled ‘take that! queen of scots!’ pretty offended, to be quite honest.”

[mchvel-blog]

     that’s ... new? wouldn’t doubt it, though. i spent 99% of my teenage years in my dark bedroom; look at me now. pretty damn clueless, actually.

[mchvel-blog]

$%#@

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

MICHAEL: i love cactus's and dicks too

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

MICHAEL: does it bother you that boobs are a thing bc BOOBs

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

MICHAEL: my dickshake brings all the boys to the yard... girls too 

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

MICHAEL: i don’t know what just happened but i think i just conjured spirits SEND HELP.

[mchvel-blog]

✆✉☎⁇✿ø✘#@&%ツ$♀

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

MICHAEL: wake up, my arm is asleep.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

MICHAEL: do you even care right now?

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

MICHAEL: you’r prtey

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

MICHAEL: your bum looked a bit too perky on stage, mate.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

MICHAEL: where are you? you didn’t come by?

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

MICHAEL: don’t bother coming, go sleep with a hoe :)

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

MICHAEL: swiggity swooty comin for dat booty

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

MICHAEL: there was a wreck 3 miles away. where are you?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

MICHAEL: at this point i don’t want to do any of this without you.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

MICHAEL: so, do you always blush when someone mentions me?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

MICHAEL: THERE IS!! GOING TO BE!! A NEW ZELDA GAME RELEASED!!

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

MICHAEL: i don’t know, mate. i think i might love him.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

MICHAEL: i can’t be near you if you can’t care.

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rpmememaker :

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[mchvel-blog]

@Michael5SOS: how cool is it to have someone love you for the mess you are instead of for the great things you do? :))))

[bitterhemmings-blog]

“why do you always avoid that? like you can’t fuck me then avoid the topic for the rest of your life? like I GET IT, i apparently suck in bed on top of the very man other things wrong with me but at least acknowledge the fact it happened, jesus mike. we’re adults. i mean,  i don’t find that nickname endearing and i don’t like it honestly, im done with a lot of this shit actually.”

[mchvel-blog]

okay, for one -- you don’t get to tell me what i can and cannot do. don’t fucking give me this ‘you suck’ nonsense. you may not realize it -- but, you are one glorious son-of-a-bitch. YES, LUKE. we’re adults. so, let me feel my feelings. it’s a joke? can you lighten up a bit?