onedblogging:

Friendly reminder that you don’t have to feel bad if you can’t or don’t want to be as active during the 10 year anniversary that is happening.

A lot of us are grown adults by now, holding down jobs and other responsibilities. Please don’t feel bad if you can’t or don’t want to dedicate as much time as others into this anniversary.

It doesn’t make you a worse fan or a fake fan or whatever.

If you can, sure dedicate as much as time as you’d like to this anniversary. Create or share things that have to do with the band, but only if you can.

Don’t feel pressured by others.

I know many people are in multiple fandoms so I share this here too. Please don’t feel bad about not having the time. I see people posting 24/7 about the 10 year anniversary but some of us just don’t have the time even if we wanted to.

Lemon trees & poppy seeds - (Ashton Irwin imagine)

Pairing:Ashton Irwin x reader

Words: 1k

Summary: Ashton’s new hobby is gardening and for that you need a garden right? - Lemon tree boy essentially


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Whenever Ashton picked up a new interest he dove in head first. Sure his drumming worked out incredibly well but some things didn’t last as long. The expensive coffee machine he had bought to learn the craft of coffee-making was only used by you at this point. You knew the basics and Ashton had decided that his favourite coffee shop might have a bit more experience than him.

This time however it was gardening. His first lemon tree was growing quite well and after spending so much time at home during this break this was his new interest. He had dragged you along to buy all the essentials a day prior and now it was time to plant. Gardening equipment was strewn across the backyard in a random fashion. The big planter boxes you had bought were the only things neatly organized in a row. Ashton crouched in front of one, filling it with potting soil from a bag that was carelessly ripped open. Even though it was only half ten in the morning it was already surprisingly warm. The plants would be more shaded in the even hotter afternoon but they would be exposed to the sun during the early hours. Ashton’s cargo pants were already covered in dirt, a few dirty handprints on the tank top he was sporting. You stopped in your tracks, watching your boyfriend work for a moment. He had pulled one of his old bandanas out of the closet to keep his hair out of his eyes. A look you had kinda missed, not that you would let that slip to him though. He was whistling a melody that was unfamiliar to you, but in rhythm to his steady shoveling of soil. “Iced coffee babe?”, you finally asked him and broke your silence. Ashton jerked up a little, breaking his rhythm before turning towards you. “That be great” He grinned at you widely. You smiled back and sauntered back into the house.

With you limited knowledge of the coffee machine and some things out of the freezer you managed to prepare some iced coffee that was at least comparable to the bought-kind. There were still two lemon and poppy seed muffins left over from the day before. You quickly grabbed them and placed them on the tray, ready to join Ashton outside again.

When you placed the tray on the grass next to Ashton only the last two tubs were still empty. “Getting along well?” You asked him. He nodded in response, grabbing one of the coffees and taking a big sip. “In a year we can make our own” - you gave one of the muffins to your boyfriend - “the poppies should bloom by next year, right?”.


Your breakfast break was kept rather short as Ashton wanted to get as much done as possible before it got even hotter. You had changed your clothes and were now in similar cargo shorts, ready to help him out. Ashton had shed the tank top and was now working topless, a sight you could never get tired of. A smirk formed on your lips as you watched the muscles in his back and shoulders move. He was once again whistling a melody to himself while sorting out all the seeds and plants he wanted to sow. The second lemon tree sapling you had bought had already found it’s place in a new pot right next the older one. “These ones are for vegetables, those for fruit or herbs and that one for flowers”. Ashton pointed to the different planter boxes in front of him. You nodded and picked up the first packed of seeds. Leafy Salad, something you should be able to harvest quite soon.

As a team you managed to also plant sweet potatoes, peas and peppers, strawberries and herbs for the kitchen. Your fingers smell like mint and basil when you finished planting the produce, reminding you of the dishes you’d like to cook with them. Ashton brushed off his gloves on his pants, soil flying everywhere. “That looks good” He glanced over the work you had just done, approving of the new garden. “Just the flowers missing” He picked up the last packages and read through the instructions once again.

The various seeds were scattered across the soil and lightly covered, ready to start growing either this or next year. You pulled the water hose behind you across the grass, twisting the nozzle open once you were close enough to the boxes. The fresh soil absorbed most of the water quickly and your new plants were ready to grow.

Ashton joined your side, swiftly grabbing the hose and targeting you with the cold water stream. You let out a loud shriek, turning away to shield your face. Your top was soaked and the cold water pickled on your skin. “You asshole” You shouted out and ran towards him. You had to play tug of war for a moment before grabbing hold of the hose again and spraying Ashton. He yelped at first as the cold water hit him, laughing after slightly adjusting to the temperature.

You played like children for a while, spraying each other down with the water until you were shivering from the wet clothes that clung to your body. “Alright, you win.” You announce loudly, letting Ashton cheer for himself.

“You know, I love how this place is coming along.” - you muttered, watching the last drops of water fall from the planter boxes - “it’s really getting cozy and homey now” “That’s good, seeing as it’s our home” Ashton placed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. “Our home, huh?” Even though you had been living at his place for a while now, he had never officially asked you to move in and you usually still referred to it as his place. “Yes, our place, our home. Wouldn’t be that without you here”, he pushed a strand of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Ashton Irwin as Finnick Odair - a compilation by me

Here’s my list of reasons why Ashton Irwin reminds me of Sam Claflin and with that of Finnick Odair. I present to you this:

1. The smile

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2. The way they talk

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3. Wielding “sticks”

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4. Maybe it’s the nose or something (idk don’t judge me)

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6. The dancing

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There’s some more things why Ashton reminds me of Sam but I can’t quite name them.

Anyway this is my conclusion - if there would be a 5sos x Hunger Games! AU I vote Ashton to be Finnick!

bandblogging:

My spot (Ashton Irwin blurb)

🎄BANDBLOGGING’S BLURBY ADVENT CALENDAR 🎁

Day 5

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x reader

Words: 500+

Summary: Ashton keeps sitting in your usual spot and so you simply have to sit on him right?

A/N: one for the more naughty list if you know what I mean

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After a few weeks on the road you had all started to have specific seat preferences, on planes and in cars and even on the bus. It simply became a habit of yours and so it kind of annoyed you when Ashton started sitting in your seats. The first few times you just ignored it and sat in his usual seat but you had enough.

“My god Ash, that’s my seat”, you rolled your eyes at him and pointed to the place that he was sitting at. The table for eating was already small enough in the bus and so you grabbed the seat where you wouldn’t have to sit in the booth part. “And?”, he grinned at you cheekily. “Move”, you said and felt your patience dwindling. “Nah”, he shook his head and even winked at you. The sigh that left you was more of a scoff but you didn’t feel like arguing with him. “Well then”, you replied and sat down on his lap. “That’s fine”, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You froze for a second, not expecting this from him.

You ended up sitting on his lap all the way through breakfast, the others looking confused at first but didn’t question it. You tried to stand up after the others had gone but he kept his arms tightly around you, pulling you back into his lap. “Took you long enough to get the hint Y/N”, he muttered, leaning in close to your ear. “That was supposed to be a hint?”, you turned to him and looked at him confused. He chuckled and let go of you but you kept sitting on him. “You could’ve been a bit more obvious Ash, I mean if you want me to sit on you, you could’ve just said something”, now you were the one grinning cheekily and winking at him. Ashton’s cheeks flushed to a pinker color and you could clearly tell he felt embarrassed. “That’s what you wanted right?”, now understanding his hints you couldn’t help but tease him more. You stood up shortly, facing him and now straddling his lap.

Luck was on your side because the others sat in the back room, watching TV. And so out of their field of view you placed your hands on Ashton’s chest and looked at him as innocent as you could, biting your lip just to tease him a little more. “You’re evil Y/N”, Ashton murmured and squirmed under you. “Am I wrong about what you wanted?”, you asked and began drawing small circles on his chest with your fingers. Ashton cleared his throat and a smirk formed on his face. “Well no”, he said and placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing them shortly. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly but there was no going back for you now. You leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, “Maybe I should sit in you lap in your hotel room later, no worry of someone walking in then”. Your words had the intended effect on him and he started squirming again. “God damn Y/N”, Ashton muttered under his breath and squeezed your thighs a little more. You unstraddled him, winking once more before walking through the little hall and joining the others in the back room.

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harryriles:

“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“….uh….”

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I love that everyone just knows

Or…alternately:

“what are you writing?”

“it’s a….story.”

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“…uh…”

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“can i read it?”

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I will never not reblog this

(via luckyduckydoo)

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