#assholelukey

but going on tour with bestfriend! luke, and when it comes time to hop on yet another endless flight, you’re about to take a seat when Mikey,Calum, and Ash all shove you aside so they can sit next to each other. Or so they say. Really, they’re just conducting part of their master plan to get you to sit next to Luke, playing Cupid to finally get you two together. They’d had about enough of the not-so-subtle flirting, the doe-eyed glances you stole, and all of Luke’s epic monologues praising your existence that you never heard-- yet neither of you did anything about it. It’s embarrassing how obvious the intention behind the seat-jacking is, but you turn to find Luke looking up he at you with no hint of catching on, just sleepy eyes and weak smile. He pats the seat next to him, beckoning you to his side to which you oblige. Before the plane even reaches elevation, you’re falling asleep. Your cat nap could have lasted only a few minutes, or hours. All you know is that you’re awoken by murmurs and snickers. Still dazed, you rub your eyes and when your vision clears, the face you often dreamed of waking up to, is right there. Much to your betrayal, the dopiest grin stretches across your face as you take in the way his eyelashes fall on his cheek, his soft steady breaths, how the scent of him is right under your nose. Then you’d notice one of your hairs on the sleeve of his tee, a sure sign that you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

“Have a good nap?” Mikey giggles, the other boys echoing behind him.

You had to deal with plagiarism and internet meanies

I’m so terribly sorry

It sucks balls so hard

You don’t deserve it

BUT

Please know you are appreciated

We acknowledge your time and efforts

You’re all talented and writing goals af

Tumblr is a better place because of YOU

We love you all so much

there are twitter accounts posting our own blurbs without giving us credit!!!! they crop out our urls and then post our own work to get followers/ favorites/ retweets and these accounts have thousands of followers!!!! 

the situation:

people are making “5sos blurb accounts” on twitter

they screenshot blurbs from tumblr and then crop out the url 

they post these screenshots to twitter

these tweets get hundreds of favorites/ retweets

these accounts are getting praised for giving “the feels”

people are literally stealing our work without giving us credit

but they think it’s okay because the put “credit to tumblr :)” in their bios

and some of them don’t even have that in their bios

examples: one two three four five six seven eight and there’s a lot more

why this angers a lot of people:

we take time out of our own schedules to write these blurbs

we do this for fun and to make other people happy, we don’t get paid and frankly all writers put in a lot more time and effort than you think

we don’t get credit for our own writing on these twitter accounts

people are stealing our writing without our permission

if we wanted our writing to be on twitter, we would’ve put it on twitter

these accounts are getting praised for something they didn’t even work for

all they did was take our writing and repost it.

if you want followers or to feel “popular,” create your own content and stop stealing ours

it isn’t fair.

it's almost 4am so naturally i decided to do a follow forever , considering i haven't done one since last year ! (( sorry in advance if i forgot you , i can’t remember half of ur urls !! )) bolded = faves

You want to love him. He obviously has feeling for you, and he makes you feel so good about yourself. You just feel so bad. The only interactions between you two in the last two weeks was a couple of rushed phone calls before one of you had to go on stage. You feel like this relationship is only keeping both of you from happiness, since you never see each other. 

“Hi, baby,” Luke answers the phone tiredly, trying to hide his yawn from you. “I just got on the bus, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, chewing on your lip nervously. 

“Really? You sound upset,” he says.

“Okay...um, actually I’ve been thinking,” you say. His silence encourages you to continue. “About us, I mean.”

“Baby,” he sighs.

“No, Luke, please just listen,” you interject. “I can’t keep listening to your music. I can’t keep calling you when you’re too tired to even talk to me. It’s not the same as you being here, and I know you don’t want me to say this, but I feel like we are just some big waiting game.”