luckymuke

luckymuke:

never let this video die x

hellonauticasibri

hellonauticasibri:

Luke hemmings is flawless bitches. 💁

didgeridooingluke

didgeridooingluke:

You and Calum we’re enjoying a nice movie and you were getting kind of hungry.
“Hey let’s get some food.” You said.
“Ok what kind of food?” Calum asked.
“I kind of want some Chinese food.” You answered.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK FRACK DIDDLY DACK, Y/N. IM NOT EVEN ASIAN YOU’RE…

What just happened

5sos-writing

5sos-writing:

oh mygod im so osrry i made this please forgive me 

it’s my first edit and I don’t know if i should make more hmm

1 way to ruin my life 😭😭😭 bet edit ever
5secsofsmuts

Scars

5secsofsmuts:

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So I was reading Archive of Our Own (I mean, when am I not?) and I was inspired by a muke fanfic and I went to the ‘If I Stay’ premiere (about two weeks ago?) and I had to write this- I’ll try and find the fic but for now I’m so inspired to write and I WILL write a part two if you want it (part two will have smut, somehow)

This is basically nothing but an angsty au where whatever marks you have, your soulmate will too until you meet. I’m so sorry. Trigger warning.

-Meg x





     Every soul mate shares each other’s scars.

     It’s not on purpose- it’s just something that has and will happen to everyone. Basicially, whatever wound you have, your soul mate will have a mirrored one in the exact same spot but the day you meet, the scars will disappear.

     That’s how Calum’s parents got together- his mother had a scratch on her hand after a quarrel with a stray cat and his father had a nasty bruise on his cheek from a few too many drinks in a troublesome bar- but they both had identical marks in identical places. One fateful morning they bumped into each other on the streets of Sydney and watched in overwhelming relief as the marks on their hands and faces faded almost instantaneously, replaced with such a vivacious love that led to producing Calum and his sister Mali-Koa a few years later.

     When Calum and Mali-koa were younger,  the story of how his parents met would be told like a bedtime story- the twinkle in his parent’s eyes as they tucked him into bed made him desperately crave foreign markings on his tanned skin, going to great lengths to examine his body before and after bed- yearning, desperately wishing for a sign of a person made for him.

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Would you mind if I made this into a fanfiction? I would give you all the credit, I feel like this would be a great and people would be intrigued right away.