If you ever, EVER, say you don’t like Michael Clifford I will stab you in the heart with a rainbow until you can see the light that is Michael.

Hair dye // Michael Clifford.

The apartment that I share with the 5 seconds of Summer boys is silent when I walk in. Silence in this household is rare and I’m instantly on high alert, holding my bag over my face in case the little shits decide to jump out at me with nerf guns. Again.
“Ashton?” I call. Nothing. “Luke?” Still nothing. “Calum?” Again nothing. “Mike?” Silence. I drop my bag. “Seriously guys, I’m not in the mood to play games. Work was awful.”  Nothing again. After tiptoeing to the kitchen silently and peaking around the door, I sigh and drop my bag on the bench. After grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter, I decide to head to my room and maybe get in a nap before the boys get back from doing whatever they’re doing.
I’m halfway down the hallway when I notice the bathroom door is cracked opened. I stop in my tracks and cock my head to the side. On the otherside of the door there’s a thud and someone cursing.
“Mikey?” I ask as I push the door open, shielding my eyes from whatever I may find. Michael’s laughter fills my ears.
“You can open your eyes.” He tells me.
“Last time Cal said that he was naked.” I point out even though I’m already dropping my arm to my side to see Michael with something dark in his hair. “What are you doing?” I ask. His eyes dart upwards, towards his hairline and he shrugs. “Did you not hear me come in?”
“Nope.” He bends down to pick up what he dropped causing my eyes travel to the object on the floor and I groan. The tiles, which were once white, are now splattered with purple hair dye. My purple hair dye.  I raise an eyebrow at him and he smiles sheepishly. “It was in the cupboard and there wasn’t much left and my hair’s fading.”
“We’re going to match.” I huff. “Your fans are going to hate me even more.”
“Since when have you cared about what our fans think of you?” He asks as he walks back to the bathroom sink. He checks his phone and a smile that would make the Cheshire cat jealous, stretches across his face. Any chance of me answering the question is gone as I lean against the door frame, watching in amusement as he rinses the dye out of his hair, soaking his black shirt in the process. When he’s done, he rubs his hair dry with a towel.
“I’m kinda nervous about this one.” He mumbles as he turns around and looks at me. I stare at his hair which isn’t nearly as dark as mine is. I smile at him and a groan tumbles from his lips. “It’s terrible isn’t it?” He questions. I shake my head quickly and reach my hand out. He steps forwards and I run my fingers through the damp strands sticking to his forehead.
“It’s pretty light actually.” I admit. “Nowhere near as dark as mine is.”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he spins around, his eyes landing on his reflection in the mirror. Well, if we’re being honest, his eyes dart straight to his lavender hair. He stares at it for a minute before shrugging.
“At least we don’t match completely.” He tells me.
“I wouldn’t have minded if we matched anyway babe.” I reply honestly. “Just clean up your mess.” He nods and ruffles my hair as I back out of the doorway.
“Make me food?” He asks with a cheeky grin. I roll my eyes but walk towards the kitchen anyway. “And I’ll clean up this and we can watch a movie.” He calls after me.
“Whatever you say lavender locks.” I call back.


So it’s pretty short and lame and yeah.
Let me know if there’s anything you want me to write or whatnot.


god dammit michael stop that you cutie fuck



Why would they do this to us & why wasn’t it at my concert??


you are my laptop

my only laptop

you make me happy

when the skies are grey

you’ll never know dear

how much i love you

so please dont take

the charger 



☽ ⁎ ˚ * ☀ Autumn is coming ✵ ⁎ * ☾


But babe…

Title: Cuz I can feel your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Artist: Be your teenage dream tonight, let you put your hands on me
Album: In my skin-tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight
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yes fuckin hell 


i feel like tall people at concerts have everything they want in the world