#5sosnsfw

[dfenestrate]

ashton “a wordsmith of sorts” irwin (with an honorable mention of calum’s facial expressions)

[dfenestrate]

you're the only one who makes me, every time we

                                       i'll tell you what i like, my wildflower 

[calumscalm]

jex is absolutely correct in wishing the guys would take promo a smidge more seriously. the album deserves a deep dive.

which song was completely different before the final version of the album? which song took the longest to make and why? what was the hardest to write? red desert... the train track-esque drumming...the western vibes... tell me about it. the trap drums on old me. explain.

the new sonic direction- was that a conscious decision? experimentation?

give me a Genius: Deconstructed at home video.

what was the writing and recording process like emotionally? what hurdles did they experience? what personal experiences did they draw on for lyrical content? which musicians/albums did they draw inspo from?

there are so many pieces of the album’s new sound that i’d love to get into sans the (very adorable and chaotic) comedy.

[nostalgiabones]

Helios, Hermès, and Hyperion. I love you. - Jex (5sosnsfw) ♥️

Helios: Do you sunburn easily?

I don’t actually! I usually tan quite well lmao

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

No!! I’m a good law student lmao. I’d be too scared to do that and would feel so bad about it afterwards sjkddshda

Hyperion: Do you prefer sunsets or sunrises?

Sunsets!! They make me feel so calm. I’m never awake early enough for sunrises (unless 5sos do live streams at 4am)

@5sosnsfw love you♥️

[tuesdaygray]

what each “C.A.L.M” song reminds me of

red desert: the smell of a campfire, driving at sunset with nothing but road rolled out in front of you, scratchy summer bug bites, the warmth of someone’s bare shoulder pressing gently against your own skin

no shame: a fuzzy gray and blue sunrise, digging your keys into the palm of your hand, a scorching throat from a night of screaming, sticky sweat on your neck and chest

old me: rubbing the corner of a glossy old photograph between your fingers, smudged makeup from the night before, listening to someone recount a story that you can’t remember, sneezing from dust caught in your nose

easier: anger buzzing behind your lips, their pelvis pressing and pushing against your own eager hips, the deafening blood rush of standing up too fast, wrists bound by trustworthy hands

teeth: a bloodied nose, shivering awake after accidentally wrestling the blankets off your bed, a rib-pounding heartbeat, nervously scratching your skin red 

wildflower: sugary sweetness melting on your tongue, accidental hickeys, overgrown prairie grass practically begging to be frolicked through, recognizing the taste of someone’s breath in your mouth 

best years: a pinky promise, falling asleep in the living room then waking up safely in your own bed, the fading flicker of a dying cigarette, the misleading softness of cloth carved intricately into stone

not in the same way: cold bathroom tiles against your knees, dry swallowing a pill, hands moist and nervous and always unsure, holding the flesh of an orange slice between your teeth until the juice runs dry

lover of mine: a pair of rose petal lips, picking up the mannerisms of someone you love, cold ceramic against your teeth from a coffee cup left in the fridge, the iridescent scales on a butterfly’s wings

thin white lies: getting the wind knocked out of you, smeared and sullied handwriting, tired eyes refusing to close, letting the breeze whip and tangle your hair

lonely heart: weighted breathing in a dark room, a purpling bruise, begging to hold someone’s hand, the sensation of being completely unknowable

high: full moon aglow over tepid ocean waves, liminal space, an underwater ascent to the surface, growing and changing like a flower garden reaching up toward the sun

[tuesdaygray]

luke hemmings as apollo incarnate: the absolute embodiment of sunshine from the gold in his hair to the warmth in his voice, skin glowing and sun kissed and so radiant. harnesser of music, of poetry, pixie nose deep in a notebook scrawling lyrics that could melt even the iciest of minds. healer, seer, archer. cheeks always flushed pink. laurel crown resting gently in those soft curls, bicep flexing with the strum of a guitar, knuckles white as he grips a bow, smile gleaming in the light of a sun he helped create.

[cakesunflower]

Hi Summer! One thing I want to know is if you have plans besides working on your manuscript? ❤️ - Jex (5sosnsfw)

hmmmm do you mean for my spring break?😂 bc for now, tomorrow night i’m going out with my friends to get dRUNK and then on monday i’m going to new york with my best friend for some day drinking esp since the weather is supposed to be nice. i’m also gonna try and finish up my brother’s best friend Cal fic and start posting the parts this week! but if you mean my overall life plan then no i have no plans at all i’m just WINGING IT🤪

inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me

[cakesunflower]

43, 48, I would love to know! - Jex (5sosnsfw)

hehe hi i love u

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

hmmm i don’t think so, actually! that has yet to happen hehe

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

oh my god what’s NOT my favorite trope to write??? i think enemies to lovers would be the number one favorite of mine! the tension and lowkey hostility that transitions into banter is just. so much fun. omg

send me some fanfic writer asks!