#moonstalk

[wintersatellite]

dear 5sos, pls have if walls could talk on the setlist for tour otherwise my bf says he won't come with me for his first show bc that's his favorite

[moonglows-sideblog]

Running around with EFPE AU ideas stuck in head

Helpppp- /silly

[holyblcd]

" who knows what's right? the LIES keep getting thinner. my age has never made me wise but i keep pushing on and on and on and on. "

@moonstalk liked THIS for a short lyric starter (nothing left to say / rocks- imagine dragons)

[nocityfolk]

❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ( elena :3c )

@moonstalk &  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 !!

‘‘yeah, but it's fine. i— i don't think it sounds too close yet,’’ jesse lies. he can't drag his eyes off their spot in the distance, too afraid to peer over where they're safe out of view of the killer to see who was sacrificed.

the echo of their terror resounds in his ears, & his hands instinctively curl into fists. not that they would be much use where they are, or he'd succeed in doing anything but getting himself (and possibly elena) killed. it would be easier, he thinks not for the first time, if they could do anything besides acquiesce to this. if they could fashion something & bring about the end of the trials, bloody their hands and get out of here. wherever here is.

but this isn't their game, a voice burrowed deep reminds him, and jesse ignores the resulting near-painful furrow of his brows and instead turns to elena. fog, white and wisping around them, blocks most of their surroundings. even the moon— the most reliable light— is hidden out of sight, disguising their location adequately enough that in the dark of night, jesse can make out the scar on elena's forehead and the hair falling down her shoulders, and little else.

brushing his knuckles against her arm, careful to keep his voice low & his touch hesitant, he gestures past her. somewhere through the tangled mess of debris and overgrown fauna, too far for their prying eyes to make out. ‘‘i think i saw a generator that way.’’

crouched, jesse's shaky hands brush the loose strands of his hair behind his ears, & he gestures elena forward, breath bated as he spares a cautionary glance behind them. all clear for now. ‘‘c'mon now. i'm right behind you, i promise.’’

[wintersatellite]

those were the best 8 minutes a man could ever give me

[wintersatellite]

he looks so weird without the tattoo...

[wintersatellite]

i just come to remind you that ‘5sos5’ was actually going to be called ‘The Feeling of Falling Upwards', but you know, they are 5sos!

[moonglows-sideblog]

Do y'all ever get so hurt enough by those angsty edits that you wanna doomed the siblings duo?

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