
reblog this and you will hear great news
Tell me you fat fuckin horse
Well now he isn’t going to say anything you’ve hurt him
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reblog this and you will hear great news
Tell me you fat fuckin horse
Well now he isn’t going to say anything you’ve hurt him
Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))
You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.
“Did you flash the light?” you ask.
“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”
You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.
“Okay.”
“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.
You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.
“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”
“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.
“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.
You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.
“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”
There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.
You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.
“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.
“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”
He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.
You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.
Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.
Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”
“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.
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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.
He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.
“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

reblog this and you will hear great news
Tell me you fat fuckin horse
Well now he isn’t going to say anything you’ve hurt him
i just feel like bestfriend!michael would just be one of those friends that liked to blur the lines. hands on your waist, late night cuddles, holding you from behind with his hands on your breasts bc he’s a cheeky motherfucker. but he wouldn’t dare kiss you, well full on. there’d be forehead kisses and neck kisses and stomach kisses and back kisses and goddamn i lowkey wanna makeout with michael.
DONT RISK IT ALWAYS REBLOG
GUYS I REBLOGGED THIS ON NEW YEARS AND ALREADY MET JOSH DUN THIS YEAR IT WORKS
fucking proof
sara has blessed your 2016
I reblogged this at the end of December and I met the entire USWNT
BLESS THIS POST
No taking any risks, Panic has to come to Argentina this year
hopefully
Dan and Phil tour not gonna risk this
Rebloged this about a month ago… I get to go see Panic! At The Disco this summer!
I REBLOGGED MY OWN POST AND I MET NIALL HORAN TODAY
I NEED TO MEET TAYLOR SOON I JUST NEED TO😭😭
I need to meet Oscar Isaac
LUKE HEMMINGS WHERE YOU AT
feel sorry for Joe and Jake💔
Graham Norton is a legend
Eurovision is brilliant unless you’re from the UK where nobody likes us
pairing: michael x reader
rating: R
word count: 5,559
okokok i spent like all weekend working on this (hence why its so long) and I'm lowkey in love with it
writer!michael is something i need more of in my life ngl
requests are always open! enjoy xx
It was a cold and rainy Friday morning when you trudged into the coffee shop on the corner of the street. Glancing around at the shop, you ran your hand through your now drenched hair.
You came here, to this same coffee shop every morning at 7 to drink your coffee and read some of whatever book you were currently in the middle of. The shop was already bustling with people, and like usual, the crowd lacked a few familiar faces, and held some new ones. There were always new people popping in, though; you would people watch sometimes, and you found new faces every day. Most of them never returned, but that was no surprise to you. This shop had it’s usuals, you being one of them.
By the time you arrived, the Usuals were all at their unofficially-claimed tables throughout the shop. You glanced towards your table at the far corner of the shop, thankful that no one had taken it yet. There were a few people waiting for their orders at the end of the counter, but no one was in line to order, so you walked up to the barista you had come to know on a first name basis.
“Morning Ash.” You greeted with a smile, resting both of your hands on the counter.