yknow that picture of all four of them on the bed. michael’s wearing a red hoodie. that one. fic idea 🤲🏻
oh god this one. first of all they all look so good
This looks like the lead up to a bunch of ot4 pining moments. all 4 of them are hopelessly in love, but no one knows how to tell anyone how in love they are. how do you confess to your best friends that you love them all. they all wanna kiss ashton so bad it makes them look stupid. This is just a 5 times the four of them pined after the others and the one time someone finally did something about it and they all kissed
het men in "gendered" clothes are actually so powerful thank u for pointing it out <3
People only want men who aren't het or cis to wear "gender" clothes because they don't wanna think about men wearing skirts. Men in "gendered" clothes are so beyond powerful <3
see id let you study me under a microscope however i think itd be slightly boring <3 also i love u!!! soulmate energy between us. if i could physically walk across the ocean n hug you i would ok nvm that’s an absolute lie i get exhausted just by fucking walking up the stairs however i would try
hi hazel!! how's it going, hope you're doing well, can i ask 🌙, 🌝, 🤔, anddddd hmmm ✨ okay love u!!!!
hi peyton <3
🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why? I think I tend to be most productive in the evening as long as something really distracting isn't on tv. right now i'm kind of free all day so I've tried to write at various times and that's when I typically actually get a substantial amount of words down
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to? the past few days specifically i've really wanted to write some 1d fic. idk i still find it weird that i started with 1d fic and have had 1d wips for a long time and my only fic for them is still here's a hand my trusted friends. i also recently realized that i never really use the girlfriends in the background. i'm not necessarily itching to do that, but i think it's interesting that i haven't.
🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic? all of it lol. i think actually getting the words down on paper and having them be good is difficult. it's difficult for me to edit something to make it better if the bones aren't already there, but sometimes i'm writing and i'm like "this is not that good" and i keep going anyway because it takes me so long to write that i hate stopping unless outside circumstances force me to
✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing. mmmmmmmmmmmm let's see. immersive, interesting, and nice
i know luke photo review was last night but i only just came across these and i need your thoughts on vampire luke
ok here's the thing. i'm not really into the vampire werewolf thing in general, however, i am very into luke and especially luke in makeup and he looks so fucking good. so good. something about the eyeliner. the last one,,,,,, i am thinking so very hard
“pull over, let me drive for a while” w malum if it strikes u :))
omg malum!!! i have missed them!!!! also your love your friends die laughing fic inspired me to write young boys malum so here they are
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The concert is worth it, Michael keeps saying. Worth a three-hour drive each way. Calum likes All Time Low, but three hours is a long way to drive.
“It’s not even that long,” Michael insists. “It’ll be over before you know it. We’ll just listen to music the whole way and you won’t even notice.”
“But you’ll notice,” Calum says. “You’ll be driving.”
“I love driving,” Michael says dismissively.
“Really? Driving three hours after being at a concert for probably three hours, after having driven for another three hours?”
“Calum, this is the only opportunity we’ll have to see them,” Michael says. “They’re only doing one date in Oz. So if you don’t want to see them, then fine, but I do. If you don’t want to come then I’ll just ask Luke.”
“No,” Calum says quickly. “I want to come. I’m just making sure you’ve thought this through.”
“I’ve already talked about with my mum and she said it’s fine as long as we come straight back. Please, Cal?” Michael pouts a little, as if he thinks he needs to keep persuading Calum. If Calum hadn’t been on board straight out the gate, he’d have been convinced from “All Time Low concert” onward. “I don’t want to take Luke.”
“You’re going to have to spend time alone with him eventually,” Calum informs him. He smiles. “But if you give my ticket to Luke I will kill you. Yeah, fine. We can go.”
“Yes!” Michael punches the air in triumph. “Fuck yeah! Mike and Calum road trip! This is gonna be so much fun. And! All Time Low concert!”
Calum grins, infected by Michael’s enthusiasm as always. His attitude always spreads like wildfire, which can be a good thing or a very bad thing depending on Michael’s mood. A bad day means everyone in the room is automatically on edge, but a good day just means smiles all around.
At least, that’s Calum’s experience. But Calum has always been a little more attuned to Michael than anyone else, so maybe he’s over-generalising.
“Road trip!” he enthuses, matching Michael’s grin. “I call being in charge of the music!”
“You twat, we’re going to listen to All Time Low the whole way.”
“I know, but I want to choose what All Time Low.”
Michael rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Maybe Calum is slightly taking advantage of his giddy state. “Yes, fine, you can be in charge.”
“Fuck yeah!”
“But!” Michael suddenly sobers up and gives Calum a very serious look. “If you play ‘Come One, Come All,’ so help me I will stop the car and make you walk.”
“You have no taste, Mike, that’s one of their best songs!”
“I’m not hearing it!”
“You hate fun! You hate happiness and fun!”
“Maybe I do!”
Calum sticks his tongue out. Michael sticks his tongue out in return. Calum shoves his shoulder, so Michael slaps Calum’s other shoulder, and before long they’ve devolved into a slap-fight, mugs of tea growing cold on the coffee table.
~
Michael is right. The concert is worth the drive.
It’s more than worth it. Calum’s seen his fair share of concerts, but nothing has ever topped the All Time Low spectacle, in his opinion. Looking at Michael’s face as Alex leads them into ‘Dear Maria,’ he suspects Michael feels the same.
They’re pumped on adrenaline as they spill out of the venue with the dispersing crowd, various snippets of songs arising from groups of twos and threes as everyone goes off in different directions. There will be a lot of traffic heading out of the venue, but Calum feels too alive to care. His limbs are full of electricity and he can’t stop smiling, and neither can Michael. One arm slung over Michael’s shoulders, they march to Michael’s (mum’s) car.
Calum pulls the passenger door shut and sinks into his seat. The sounds from the other concert-goers become a muted hum, and as Michael turns the car on, Calum says, a little breathlessly, “That was awesome. I know I already said that, but. Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Michael also sounds a little breathless. This adrenaline will wear off soon, probably, so they should head out. Stop for a coffee somewhere, maybe. The last thing Calum wants is for Michael to fall asleep at the wheel.
“You sure you’re good to drive? I don’t mind.”
“I’m good,” Michael promises. He might very well be lying — Michael is known to take on more than he can handle and lie about how well he’s handling it — but Calum scans his face and determines that, at least for now, he’s telling the truth. The ghost of a smile is still hiding in the corners of Michael’s mouth, one Calum’s face is probably mirroring.
“Okay,” he says. “We can stop to get some coffee if you want.”
“I’m okay for now,” Michael says. “Don’t worry.”
So Calum doesn’t worry. He leans back as Michael shifts into first and slowly, painstakingly, pulls out of the car park and into the streets.
The first hour of the drive goes without a hitch. Calum takes charge of the music, mostly because Michael can’t stop him, and puts on a playlist of pop punk classics. If Michael asks, he’ll call it a compromise (they have, after all, just spent a collective roughly five hours listening to All Time Low in various formats — enough is enough), but when ‘My Friends Over You’ comes on, Michael just smiles. Broadly.
Both their voices are hoarse and raspy from six hours of singing along, but that doesn’t stop them both bellowing, “I’m drunk off your kiss for another night in a row!” in unison.
By the time they hit hour two, Michael has reached to turn the music down. It’s still playing, just softly, which Calum thinks is a crime against pop punk. Listening to ‘The Rock Show’ quietly is probably worse than not listening to it at all. Mark Hoppus would not be pleased if he knew.
“You doing okay?” he asks as they hit the halfway mark.
Michael glances over at him for a second. They’ve been on the highway for a while now, but Michael’s hand is still wrapped around the gear shift like they’re going to change from fifth anytime soon. Calum’s known Michael long enough to know this is a sign he’s tired. A fail-safe, so he doesn’t have to move as much if he does have to shift gears. Normally Calum doesn’t mind, but they have another hour and a half to drive. He’d prefer if Michael were more alert.
“Yeah,” Michael says, with a very poorly-timed yawn. Calum raises an eyebrow. “I’m fine,” Michael repeats when he recovers.
“There’s still another hour and a half,” Calum says. “And that’s assuming we don’t hit more traffic.”
“I don’t mind,” Michael says. He jiggles the gear shift back and forth.
“Neither do I,” Calum says. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while. You drove the whole way here, and I’m not that tired.”
“Seriously, Calum, I’m doing fine.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to drive. And I know you’re tired, I can tell. Your hand is still on the gear shift.”
Michael immediately pulls his hand away, settling it on the steering wheel. “It’s not that much longer.”
“You’re tired, I’m not,” Calum says. “Let me drive. I promise not to crash your mum’s car. You can pick the music.”
Michael hesitates, then looks over at Calum. If he’s looking for insincerity, he must not find any, because he sighs. “Okay. Fine. Let me just find a good place to stop.”
Calum nods and leans back, satisfied.
As promised, Michael pulls over as soon as they have a long stretch of empty road. It’s late, too late for busy highways; Calum doesn’t drive at this hour very often because Michael is usually territorial to a fault when it comes to driving. The fact that he’s yielding now either means he’s growing as a person or he’s more tired than he’s letting on.
Definitely the latter.
As they cross paths walking around the front of the car, Calum brushes Michael’s shoulder. He slides into the driver seat, taking a moment to check the mirrors and adjust the seat. They’re the same height, but Michael insists on moving the seat up as close as he can. Calum needs room to stretch, thanks.
When everything is sorted, he shifts into first and kicks the car to life.
“Thanks for letting me drive,” he says as he merges back onto the road.
Michael snorts a laugh. “That’s a weird thing to thank me for. But you’re welcome, I guess?”
“I thought if I framed it as you doing me a favour then you would feel better about the decision.”
Again, Michael laughs. There’s a tired undercurrent to it. “You mean as opposed to you doing me a favour by driving so I wouldn’t get us into a crash?”
“Yeah, basically.”
“I can drive while tired, you know.”
“Yes, you often do,” Calum says, rolling his eyes and smiling. “Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. Besides, driving tired for ten minutes in a neighbourhood you know is way different from an hour and a half down an unfamiliar highway.”
“Alright, mum,” Michael mumbles, but when Calum glances over he’s smiling, too.
“You want to put some music on?”
It had stopped when they’d turned off the car, so Michael unlocks Calum’s phone and scrolls through his playlists. A moment later, ‘Feeling This’ comes on.
“Get ready for action,” Michael says in a comically deep voice. Calum giggles, and so does Michael. They both have a contractual obligation to sing the song, though by now Calum’s voice is more scratch than sound, but Calum is not one to back down.
The car fills with mingling voices, indistinguishable from one another, and Calum thinks that if Mark Hoppus could see them now, he might actually smile.
(Even when Calum glances over during ‘Dammit’ and sees Michael fast asleep, head lolling against the headrest. But Mark Hoppus isn’t here, so Calum just smiles in his place and reaches to turn the volume down.)
hey babe! have ur having a good day so far :)) thanks for the ask, love you < 3
1. a song with a good strings section
mystery of love by sufjan stevens and ship in a bottle by fin. very different vibes (mystery of love is laying in a field and maybe crying while ship in a bottle is for the au where i'm a pirate), but both are equally good!!
4. a song that is objectively terrible but that you love so much
i feel like this type of song is my brand actually (blue da ba dee i love yee) so i have so many different options but the one that i most want to listen to rn is like a g6 by far east movement. epitome of early 2010s dancepop, which is actually objectively the highest peak that music has ever reached.
5. a song with sick drums
she's casual by the hunna. did i steal this from one of meg's playlists? that's a secret i'll never tell <3 (also obligatory honorable mention to i wanna be your slave by maneskin, along with every other song they've ever released. ethan torchio my absolute most beloved <3)
34. a song to fall asleep to
don't think so hard by on planets. nothing in the world is more soothing than this song and it's gotten me through A Lot of stuff this past year. the stripped version is also super duper nice for falling asleep but i'm unhealthily attached to the original.
