catfish : someone who pretends to be someone they're not on the internet • all images/gifs are from tumblr, they are NOT mine unless i say so!!!! • you can check out some translations in my "catfish translations" reading list :-) • (highest rank: #1 in fanfiction) (@emcartwright took the picture I used as the cover so creds to her!) ❤️

[The 1975 fan fiction] "Where's the fun in doing what you're told?" He asked with a large smirk on his face. The cool breeze sent his curly hair to move around as he lit his third cigarette during this ten minute long conversation. Clara shrugged. "I don't know. But if he found out, we'd be in some pretty big shit. You especially." Matty frowned. "Why?" "Because." She began, fiddling with her fingers and looking down. "I have boyfriend that is my brothers best friend, and I'm just seventeen." "Then dump him. I don't care about your age either, you're only seven years younger than me darling." Matty winked. Silence filled the air around them as Clara thought about it, wiping her black hair from her face. "Lets give it a go then." ****************************************************************** Clara Marie is seventeen years old and a huge 'The 1975' fan. One day, she's on the way to her friends house, passing the local venue where they happen to be performing that evening to a sold out crowd. She doesn't have a ticket as they sold out fairly quickly, but she wants to see the tour bus anyway, and hopefully see a band member lurking around outside. To her amazement, she bumps into the lead singer, Matthew Healy as he's having a cigarette around the back of the venue. She doesn't want to bother him, so she tries to walk away un-noticed, but Matty catches a glimpse of her and calls her over for a chat. There's a lot more to Clara than there may seem to be. Will Matt stick around long enough to find out everything about her? Or will his ever-growing fame keep her from being with him?

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

It's just what he does. The way he walked, they way he talked. He did it so well.

What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

Dear Ashton, Don't come back.

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.