got to go my own way

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Hnnnggg!! You might want to wait a few days before answering this -or not- but I have hope again!! HW2 was SOOOO Halo 2 that I am hyped and excited and I love everything again ^^ I don't care about anything else, we have the action-packed scene, Spartans kicking ass, great strategy and also cool characters!! I FEEL REVIVED!!

HW2 feels like it’s setting up its own side-trilogy, or Spartan Ops-esque episodic story at the Ark with the Spirit of Fire vs Banished conflict that exists wholly separately from the fuckery going on in the Milky Way.

If they continue that (we’ve got at least two campaign expansions to come at some point over the next 6 months), then they’ve earned my interest and investment in that.

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“I really think I’m really lucky. I’m so grateful for my family, my mom, my stepdad, they all made it possible for me to come here. For my friends, for the fact that I’m living in New York, in my own apartment in the city. I’m also grateful to have people that believe in me the way they do. It’s also a friendly reminder that life is has got to keep going, you should never feel like you’ve arrived. You gotta stay hungry. It’s all over for you the moment you don’t.” – Sebastian Stan.

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Favorite Stiles Scenes: Season 6, Episode 10: The Reunion with Lydia

Alright, so here’s the final reunion scene Stiles had in episode 10. I really do try to keep my blog ship-free so everyone can enjoy it but I wanted to do all three reunion scenes and have a complete set. My favorite part is the hug at the end though. I love how each reunion fits with the characters’ relationship with Stiles and they all got to hug him in their own way.

The other reunions: [Scott] [Sheriff Part 1] [Sheriff Part 2]

I love the coloring in this one. Everything is visible and clear. It’s funny I’ll do these gif sets, then go back to watch the episode and forget how completely dark it is! Now I’ll do other scenes from this episode and episode 5 (and I might slide some Theo in as well!)

Super Money Sachet 

I had a really cool experience with this sachet! Until now, this sachet has been charging in a black drawstring bag with money, corresponding tarot cards, and an enchanted devil’s shoestring (so charging for about 3~4 days). Today, when I decided to use my tarot cards and check on the sachet, immediately after opening the black bag & smelling the sachet, I noticed a gold coin on my floor (the one pictured)… I have never owned  a $1 James Monroe coin before and I had just vacuumed so I have no idea how it got there! Immediately, I knew I had to share!!! I was going to wait until I had used it in my new serving job, but this was way to cool! It smells amazing and has lots of strong energy~!

  • Chamomile : Money
  • Patchouly : Money
  • Basil : Wealth
  • Elder : Prosperity 
  • Lemon Balm : Success
  • Bay Leaf : To write your sigil

Enchant all of your herbs as necessary. On a bay leaf, create a sigil or write out intention. I personally created a sigil based off the intention. “I will make good money.” Burn the bay leaf and then add to enchanted herbs. Place into sachet and DONE! 

To make this sachet more effective… 

  • Bind with green ribbon/lace
  • Burn a green candle while creating this Sachet 
  • Charge appropriately

How I charged my sachet…

I think how I charged this sachet largely influences its energy! I placed my sachet in a black drawstring bag (you could also wrap in cloth or put in larger jar) with the following items: 

  • Money (I just put $2) 
  • King of Pentacles
  • Ace of Pentacles
  • VII of Pentacles 
  • Page of Pentacles
  • X of Pentacles 
  • IX of Pentacles 
  • Enchanted Devil’s Shoestring 

The longer you charge your sachet, the more effective it will be! I hope everyone has positive results!

GOT7 reaction: You flinch in a fight

Request:  Can you do a got7 reaction where you flinch during a fight/argument thinking they were going to hit you?

A/N: @goldenalienn thank you so much for your request and patience my lovely, hope you enjoy!

Mark:

Originally posted by younqk

It had started out as such a petty, silly argument but seeing as you two rarely argued when you did it was intense for both of you. You had both let your words get ahead of you before and said things you didn’t mean but as Mark got more and more wound up and took an exasperated step towards you, it may have been subtle but he saw it. The way your eyes squeezed shut, body braced. Rather than break down there and then, he’d go off on his own to calm down a bit, think and rethink the moment again so much it almost didn’t feel real. A while later he’d come down, tears streaked over his face and puffy eyes and rather than reach out and touch you, he’d talk it out with you, desperate to know if he ever made you feel threatened and wanting to put it right.

JB:

Originally posted by imjaeboms

He’d blame himself. 100% it was all his fault. As soon as it happened he’d take himself out of the situation because he was angry, not at you but at himself. He’d go aimlessly round the streets desperately trying to make sense of what happened. You looked so genuinely frightened, every time he closed his eyes he saw you jerk away from him. And it had all been over something so trivial. You two had argued, but not like this. On his walk around the streets he’d get you flowers, coming home with them, an apology and a sincere look on his face. He’d move towards you carefully and get on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Jackson:

Originally posted by infinitblaq

I really think this would destroy him inside. He hates arguing as it is and will avoid it wherever he can but hen he saw you flinch his heart slammed into his chest. He would immediately engulf you in his arms, cradling you for a good 5 minutes not saying anything, just hearing your breathing calm and stroking your hair gently. He’d try for the whole day to cheer things up, doing aegyo and trying to joke with you but he just couldn’t shake the sad look in his eyes. The fact you actually thought he’d hurt you tore him apart so he’d do anything and everything to prove to you and himself otherwise.

Jinyoung:

Originally posted by jypnior

This whole incident would make him rethink the entire relationship. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t good enough for you, not by a long shot. He thought you now must think he was some kind of monster, it would really take a toll on him. Seeing you flinch as he stepped towards you tears would spring forward there and then, threatening to spill as he saw the flash of fear in your eyes. He would whisper that he would never, ever hurt you before walking away slowly, a mix of hurt, betrayal and disappointment in himself whirring through his head. Of everyone, he’d find this the hardest to get over.

Youngjae:

Originally posted by markjin

I’m not sure he’d quite know how to react, being the sunshine he is he had never had someone react like that to him. Even though your argument was kinda heated for you two, he’d stepped forward to hug you and just make everything better, you said his hugs made things better only this time it made them worse. He’d pull his arms back slowly and sit you down on the living room sofa next to him and just sit for a second, letting you collect your thoughts. Eventually, being careful he’d slowly take your hand and tell you he never would hurt you, the thought would never even cross his mind and that he adored you. You had him wrapped around your finger and he loved it.

Bambam:

Originally posted by j-miki

I think he’d be confused for the most part. You’d never seemed intimidated before and you two always joked around playfully and play fighting was a normal occurrence but he would never, ever lay a finger on you in that way. So when you flinched, it would take him a moment to recover and compose himself before throwing his arms around you and repeating over and over that it wasn’t like that and that he’d never and that he loved you . He would also grow from it though, never once making the same mistake twice and always making sure he’s respectful of your space when you argued.

Yugyeom:

Originally posted by yugyeom

I think he would be so scared when he saw you flinch away from him. He thought he’d ruined everything, that you saw him as the worst person ever but would want to talk it out with you so nothing like this ever happened again. He’d want to understand you more, after all he was still young so wanted learn everything he could. He loved you too much to ruin this for you both so when he found you forgave him, he would almost cry with relief and do his all out best. The next day he’d come home with chocolates, flowers and be the model version of the perfect boyfriend to make it up to you.

  • Planetary (Go!) (Vocals + Bass)
  • My Chemical Romance
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Planetary (Go!), with just Gerard’s vocals and Mikey’s bass.

I do not own any of this.

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oh and i forgot to mention that this was my edit lol soz so no stealing :)

Warning: This audio may contain and/or may occur eargasm to certain people.

(updated the caption a bit bc i know i’m lame)

Newest side by side. My birthday two years ago, and me last week. When I look in the mirror I barely recognize the woman looking back at me. I’ve still got my chubby cheeks, and I’ve still got a long ways to go. But I’m far better than where I started.

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Jeff & Nathaniel

I was on my final year of university and on my way to class, there were tours going around my campus. Saw this cute blondie on his own looking very lost. Took all the courage in me to approach him, turns out he got separated from his group. Ditched my class and I took him to the campus cafe. We ended up talking for hours, swapped numbers, dated for a few months before asking him to be my bf and never looked back since.

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The Jedi Prisoner, Revan.
  • Me: Revan, you should join my crew.
  • Revan: Naw, I'm gonna do this my own way, all alone, as I always have.
  • Me: According to your record, the probability that this will end in catastrophe is 100 perc-
  • Revan: No listen, I have a plan. I'm gonna go to The Foundry.
  • Me: What's that?
  • Revan: In the wrong hands, it could destroy the Galaxy. In mine, it will save it.
  • Me: Well that sounds ominous.
  • Master Oteg: Your shuttle is ready for Tython.
  • Me: Hey, Revan? You sure you don't need...I don't know...maybe some psychiatric help? I mean, you were imprisoned in a Sith Lord's mind for 300 yea-
  • Revan: I'm good.
  • Master Oteg: He's fine.
  • Me: Ok but maybe I should go with y-
  • Revan: Bye.
  • (Me, three days later): So, how's Revan doing? How'd Tython-
  • Master Oteg: I'm a little disappointed, actually.
  • Me: Oh god...
  • Master Oteg: Turns out The Foundry is a genocide droid factory.
  • Me: Of course it is...and how's that going?
  • Master Oteg: Revan's dead and the Empire has control of it.
  • Me: ...it's been 3 days. 3.
  • Master Oteg: Yeah...
  • Me: So we rescued him for...?
  • Master Oteg: Absolutely no reason whatsoever.
  • Me: Awesome.
  • (Me, 1 month later): I wonder what happened to that droid factory?
  • Malgus: With the Foundry's droids, my army will be unstoppable.
  • Me: Oh for...DAMMIT, REVAN!
  • (Me, 1 year later): Well at least all the crap Revan pulled won't be a problem anymore after I killed Malgus. And Revan's dead so-
  • Theron: About that...
  • Me: No.
  • Revan: SURPRISE, BITCHES! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME!
  • Me: Son of a bitch.
  • (Vitiate, being reborn as a result of Revan's actions): MUAHAJHAHAHHAH!
  • Revan: Oh...shit.
  • Me: Remember what I said about a 100% probability of this ending in catas-
  • Revan: Shut up.
  • Ghost Revan: She was right.
  • (Revan, dying for good): Fuck you, me.
  • (Me, 6 months later): I guess the worst is over. I mean we haven't seen any sign of the Emperor. Seems like Revan didn't screw up as much as we thou-
  • Theron: HE'S ON ZIOST! EVERYONE IS POSSESSED AND EVERYONE IS DYING! OH GOD SEND HELP!
  • Me: Dammit, Revan.
  • (Vitiate, consuming all life on Ziost): MUAHHAJAHHAQ!
  • Me: I set my standards pretty low for this one, and yet I'm still disappointed.

“I really think I’m really lucky. I’m so grateful for my family, my mom, my stepdad, they all made it possible for me to come here. For my friends, for the fact that I’m living in New York, in my own apartment in the city. I’m also grateful to have people that believe in me the way they do. It’s also a friendly reminder that life is has got to keep going, you should never feel like you’ve arrived. You gotta stay hungry. It’s all over for you the moment you don’t.”

Spellbound (Part 5)

Story Summary: To have your crush fall in love with you, your friend proposes the idea of casting a spell on him (High school AU).

Word Count: 1038

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

A/N: Okay, I got a little carried away writing this one. 

Originally posted by nicoise-salad

The whole cafeteria went silent when Bucky sauntered towards you, all eyes landing on you as you felt heat rising to your face. Your vocabulary escaped you when Bucky said his greeting, handing you the roses and chocolates. You were speechless. You had no words to say, but Bucky had some of his own.

“How come you didn’t go to the west wing before lunch? Didn’t you receive my note?” Bucky asked quietly, his love-struck eyes gazing your way as he knelt down in front of you. “I told Steve to leave it on your desk,” he recalled as you let out a sigh, realizing that your theory was right. Steve was the person who left the note on your desk. “Why didn’t you stop by?” he questioned, frowning at the thought. 

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Someone’s Angry....

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Prompt: Dean, Sam, and reader go out for a night of fun. Dean has the biggest crush on reader but doesn’t have the guts to admit it. Someone starts hitting on the reader and they are obviously uncomfortable. Sam tries to convince Dean to go pretend to be their boyfriend but Dean is too nervous, so Sam goes and saves reader from the creepy flirt and Dean is uncharacteristically grumpy for the rest of the night. 

A/N: I wrote this a bit differently, I put lines between the parts where it is supposed to be just Sam and Dean at times when they are away from the reader so that way I could write about them too. I got this prompt from @otpprompts and wanted to try it since I’m trying to come up with stuff of my own. I take requests!

Words: 1,444

Warnings: None, I don’t really think, except implied smut? 

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Writing Tips: Beginnings

Hi guys, 

I know from experience (as I’m sure you do too) that the start of the story is often the hardest part to write. You can have whole worlds mapped out, extensive plots worked down to the most intricate details, fleshed-out characters, the lot, but when you sit down to embark on this epic journey of creation… Nothing. 

So today I’ve got a few tips for you on how to write beginnings (and if you have your own magical kernels of advice I urge you to share them!)

• Start Your Story at the Last Possible Moment: This is one I learned just recently, and actually changed the starting point of my current manuscript because of it. It’s crucial for grabbing the reader’s attention. Your reader doesn’t have the time or patience to read about your main character waking up, having breakfast, travelling to school, sitting through classes, going to football practice and then witnessing a murder on the way home. Show them the murder first. Drop them in the thick of the action. It wouldn’t make sense to start your story after the murder, hence what I mean about the last possible moment, then you’d miss all the fun! Start narrating at the closest point to the first important event in your story, and your reader won’t have time to get bored.

• Your Reader Doesn’t Care (Yet): I know you love your protagonist. You know their backstory, you adore their little quirks and you’re rooting from them from Page 1. You know your baddie is wicked, you despise them for what they’ve done (or perhaps like me you have a little soft spot for them!). I know you’re desperate for that romance to blossom. Guess who doesn’t care? The reader. …Sorry. Like it or not, you need to make them care, as soon as you can. The kid who witnessed the murder earlier? They only saw it because they were moving a tiny cute hedgehog from the road into the park. Bam. The reader cares about the animal-lover and evidently nice person. Remember to show their struggle, show the stakes, so the reader can’t bare to put the book down. 

• Try Not to Info-Dump: It’s tempting. I know. Especially with high-concept genres like sci-fi and fantasy, you want your reader to understand what’s going on right from the offset. But this goes back to my last point: they really don’t care yet. Believe it or not, you can give plenty of information at the start without overwhelming or boring your reader. Your title, your cover, your blurb, all of these can and should be giving an indication of what readers can expect. Furthermore, you’d be amazed just how little readers need to know to get engrossed in your book, but not be misled. Show them a newly-formed rebellion, they’ll guess there’s a tyrant leader. Show them a highly emotional break-up, they’ll guess the relationship was facing difficulties. You can weave more details into the story as it progresses, but only give your readers the bare minimum at the start. 

Finally, Ignore All of This: Yup. There we go. Ultimately, assuming you’re working on your first draft, the beginning isn’t that important until you’ve finished the damn story. Start. Write a horrific beginning. If it’s slow, thick with information, even boring, get on with it. Get to the good stuff, and fix it later. That’s what editing’s for. 


So there you have it, my tips for writing a super, engaging beginning to hook your readers. There’s plenty related to this that I haven’t covered here, but coming up soon I’ll have a post on prologues, one on introducing characters/settings, basically I’ve got you covered. Thanks for reading, hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it, and I’ve given you some food for thought. Feel free to send me any questions, I’d love to help!

Until next time.

- Hazel :)

Date Drug

Prompt: You’re in no way a party girl, but being Archie’s girlfriend, who just so happened to be a jock, you’re dragged along to parties quite often. Only this time, someone won’t leave you alone.

Prompt Idea/A/N: I got this idea from @riverdale-imagining and I fell in love with it. So though it’s somewhat the same, I took my own spin on it! BTW, I don’t actually think Reggie would do this, even though he’d kind of a dick in the show. So know that.

Complete credit to: @riverdale-imagining (May I have this drink?)

Warnings: drugging. swearing. force. violence. yeah, sure, let’s go with that. also, the topic is very serious and is in no way okay to do, i am not trying to naturalize the seriousness of the situation

Pairing: Archie X Reader


Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Drinking was never your thing. You always were repulsed by the idea. So being in a room filled with drunk kids that screamed and dance as if it was their last day on earth, was definitely not something you wanted to be doing. But as a newly made River Vixen and the girlfriend of jock Archie Andrews, it was kind of an obligation you came to celebratory parties.

Which was fine. You had expected that you wouldn’t do much and more just wait on the sidelines until Archie became too drunk himself or Archie wanted to leave. You’d done it many times before, and every time it had been fine because you got rewarded with an adorable drunk Archie who would stop at nothing to make you laugh. 

You were fine with that.

Except this time, Reggie wouldn’t leave you alone. You’d found out about the tiny little crush he had on you just a week ago and even though he knew you and Archie were an item, he still tried to ask you out and spent everyday forward flirting with you. At first you’d found it funny more than anything and even a little sweet, Archie had laughed it off himself because he knew you’d never go after a guy like Reggie.

But now, you were far from amused. Leaning against a wall, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to ignore the presence beside you. You were clad in a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse, as you had expected to go home after the game only for Archie to drag you off here. 

You were trying to ignore Reggie, who stood beside you. He was going on about the game and how well he had done. It had been chatting your ear off for the past hour and you were about at your wits end. 

Sighing, you decided that the only way you’d get away, even if only for a few minutes, was to slip off to the bathroom. So smiling sweetly, you interrupted Reggie and excused yourself to the bathroom. 

On your way there, you passed by Cheryl who greeted you with a fake smile. You waved back, rolling your eyes at here ‘kindness’ before slipping in the bathroom. Upon coming inside, you side looking at yourself in the mirror. You were tired and exhausted and honestly right now a drink didn’t sound so bad, but you knew you’d regret it in the long run, so you pushed that thought away. You were no where near of age anyway, not that really mattered in this case.

You turned the tap on, splashing some water in your face before patting it dry. Sighing, you opened the door and slowly made your way back to your spot. Reggie was of course still there, so trying to ignore your own annoyance, you leaned against the wall again, picking up the glass of coke you had left there and taking a sip. 

You relished in the cold drink, hitting the back of your throat and swallowing. You were oddly very thirsty and which each sip it only seemed to increase, you took multiple sips, the taste suddenly very delicious. 

“So, Y/N. Don’t like alcohol that much?” Reggie asked and you had to blink to fully focus on him. Suddenly you felt sick and your legs felt weak. You pushed away the feeling, not truly understanding what was happening and instead focus on Reggie.

“No…” You slurred, placing your cup down and holding onto the wall when it became hard to stay straight. “It’s- it’s not really my thing…”

Reggie nodded and you didn’t miss the way his lips curved into a devious smirk. Suddenly you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach at the look in Reggie’s eyes. You felt him coming closer and with silent panic, you let your eyes wander across the living room, trying to look for Archie only to not find his familiar blue and yellow jersey. 

“Why not?” Reggie asked, coming so close that your shoulders bumped into each other. “I’m sure you’d be plenty of fun, all drunk and all.” Your muscles were giving up on you and you felt the world spinning. You had the sudden urge to throw up, but sucked it back down. Your eyes still on the crowd in front of you, you felt cornered.

Why had you chose to hang out in the secluded area of the house? Oh, that’s right, to get away from everyone.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reggie asked, his voice feigning innocence. You ignore the shoot of panic that shot through your body, and tried to take a step back. Your leg gave out on you, and you nearly fell before Reggie’s hand wound themselves around your waist, pulling you upwards against his body. You placed your hands against his chest and tried to convince yourself that you were overreacting and Reggie could help you. But you couldn’t ignore the way Reggie’s eyes scanned over you and he almost seemed proud. 

“Wher- Where’s Archie?” You asked, just wanting to see your boyfriend. 

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen him this whole time, actually.” Reggie shrugged, pushing you further against him when you stumbled. His head went into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses as you squirmed. You blinked, trying to locate what was happening and where you were. Everything was spinning and it felt like you might pass out any moment.

“S-Stop, let me go.” You tried pushing him away, but you were so weak nothing happened. “Please, I need to find Archie.” You words were slurred and almost inaudible. but you knew Reggie understood by the way his lips upturned into a grin.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll be find. I’ll take care of you.” He reassured as he begin to pull you away from the crowd. You tried to fight him but everything was a blur and you began to loose feeling in you arms and legs. You became so weak that Reggie just started carrying you away. 

“Y/N!” A voice boomed in the rather loud room, you blinked, recognizing the voice. “Reggie! What the hell man?” Blinking, you were suddenly set down and you were leaning heavily against Reggie. It was a mess of different shapes but you caught sight of the familiar blue and yellow jacket and narrowing your eyes, you recognized Archie standing in front of you.

“Oh, Archie. We were actually just looking for you.” Reggie explained, and you shook your head. You were suddenly let go and stumbling you felt yourself fall into another persons arm, only except this time the arms felt warm. Safe. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see Archie and it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Really?” Archie asked, his voice suspicious. You leaned heavily against him as his arm came around your waist and he hefted you up, supporting you. “What did you do to her? Did you drug her?” Archie’s angry voice rumbled out and you could feel the power behind his voice as your head fell into his neck.

“Of course not. Archie I found her like that. You should watch your girlfriend more carefully, there are a lot of dangerous predators.” With that Reggie walked away but not without sending one last gaze towards Archie, a hidden, threatening meaning behind his eyes.

You mumbled against Archie, feeling yourself slipping out of consciousness and before you knew it all you saw was black.


When you woke up, you were warm and you were comfy. You blinked, sitting up and holding your head when a rush of pain shot through. You groaned, hating how groggy you felt as you surveyed your surroundings. You were in Archie’s room, it was easy enough to recognize. The only thing is you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten here or why you felt so gross.

“You’re awake!” Archie’s familiar voice called out and turning you saw him making his way over to you. He held out a cup of tea which you gratefully accepted, still narrowing your eyes at the pain.

“What happened?” You asked, clearly confused. “Why am I here?”

“Y/N… that bastard he really did drug you.” Your eyes widened at the word ‘drug’ and snapped your gaze over to Archie. 

“Drugged?” You asked, concerned. You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

“Reggie. We went to a party last night and i left you. Oh god, Y/N, I should’ve never left you.”

You tried to recall what the hell Archie was speaking about, but you couldn’t. You remembered going to a party, that you recalled and you did remember Archie leaving you quite early on. But then… oh god, Reggie. Reggie had been with you and then you went off to the bathroom, and that’s all you could remember.

“Reggie drugged me?” You asked, your heart beating. The thought that he could’ve done something to you. Could’ve sexually assaulted you gave you chills. And staring at Archie with tears in your eyes, you watched him nod. “Oh god…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I promise to never leave you alone like that again.”

“Did he do anything?”

“No!” Archie yelled, frantically shaking his head. “Well no, I don’t think so. I got to you just as he was leading you out of the house.” Sobbing against your hand, you fell against Archie. Him wrapping his arms around you as you hugged him.

“I love you…”You whispered, finally feeling as if it was the time.

“I love you too.”

but i was so smart, mama, and that was the problem. the word got under my fingernails. look at her reading that difficult book - isn’t she so smart? look at the way she makes things. so talented. words come to her like lightning always finds the ground, isn’t she just a gem of a girl. going to be a doctor. 

don’t you see, mama. when things didn’t fall into my hands naturally i didn’t know how to carry them. what happens when all that inspiration dries up. what happens when my brain cuts my own tendons. what happens when i have to work to get things done. don’t you know if i’m not smart i’m worth nothing. 

i know. what happened to her, she used to shine so bright. if she just tried. she scores so well on tests, but her homework grades are what failed her in the end. she can’t talk without a shyness in her. she was so bright, so outgoing. what happened. a disappointment. she doesn’t even read that much anymore. i swear it’s like i don’t even know her.

but i was so smart, and that was the problem. i don’t know what i am now. just a husk of a would-be star, all carved out.

    “I can’t promise you that I won’t miss my mouth sometimes during a meal, or that I’ll forget to record your favorite show cause life got a little too busy while making you a special dinner. I can’t promise you that I’ll stumble on my own words cause looking at you makes my heart stop and my tongue go dry. I can’t promise you  that I’ll look away from the road for a glance at you singing full blast in the passenger seat, or that I’ll say the wrong thing to your parents and trip over my feet on the way to open the door for a family dinner. I can’t promise you that there will be good days or that I’ll be able to fix everything. I can’t promise you that there won’t be tears and arguments over the phone or in person.

    But I can promise you that I will sing to your favorite songs and embarrass you while on the bus. I can promise that I will be a home to you and that you’ll be safe with me no matter where or what we are doing. You will be a safe haven for me and I’ll love you for everything that you are. I’ll sit on the couch and pig out with you watching your favorite show even though I may say I hate it but secretly love it. I can promise you that I will be a rock and a shoulder to cry on, and to help guide you when you feel lost. I’ll be a light in the darkness of your thoughts when you feel the most alone. I’ll pull you close during the middle of the night to make sure you’re okay and warm, and also turn you around when you turn away and kiss you. I’ll own up to everything that I do wrong or say. Rub your back to being a sound board to vent to about your day when you are exhausted off your feet. Lastly, I promise that for all the things that I cannot, I’ll always keep my word on the things that I can. Promise.”

–Promises to you ( @down2thevalley)

Hey you guys…

So my (new) tumblr finally turned 1! 

Honestly, there are still times where I want to delete because people havent been too thrilled that I’m back. 

I also felt like I have to prove to people that I’m not a bad person. But then I realized..for what? 

People will always try to create negative energy in different ways.  But like Jackson said dont let the negative energy get to you.. Jackson should be a motivation speaker…lol

But I realized in life people are not going to like you when you have your own opinions and dont follow the norm.

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Gotta Go My Own Way 3 | Calum Hood

Finally got around to writing this as well! Enjoy loves. Parts 1 and 2

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Y/N POV

Calum had been hanging onto me the last couple of days since the awkward incident that ended with me finding Nia and Calum in her dressing room getting a little too cozy. Was I complaining about the few extra minutes spent cuddling on the couch before heading out the tour bus door to set up for the venue? Was I complaining about the few extra forehead kisses that graced my skin before he left my side for an hour and a half to play his set? No, of course not.

But I am complaining about his reasoning.

I know he’s only doing it to make up for whatever happened that day in the dressing room. I may have walked in on an awkward moment, but I didn’t know anything that happened before that. It was all up in the air, for speculation. 

Nia still paraded around as if she won a prize at the county fair all on her own. Her smile shined brighter, her eyes gleamed with pride, her stride was long and stretched, and her clothes, it seemed, got shorter and tighter with each show. She would often drag Calum with her to Mr.Jackson to talk about the show night before we even start packing up, in an attempt to make Mr.Jackson like him more. Or so I’m concluding.

She didn’t pay attention to any of the other boys as much as she payed attention to mine, and they all could see it, along with the flames in my eyes when she’d dare touch him or look at him a certain way. So right now, with a guitar in his arms, his knees touching mine, and me holding a pen and notepad, we begin to write a new song that would debut in two show nights. Calum preferred to be the main song writer of the group just because it was his way of releasing all bad energy and turning it into something that would be useful for the world and the people in it. Of course the other boys helped out too, but tonight was just my man and I.

“So, show me how the chords work with the lyrics again?” I asked, bringing the pen against my lips and leaning my elbows on my knee.

“It’s…taking every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I’ve made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say…” Each strum was a different line of lyrics which he played so beautifully. Normally fans would just think he stuck to the bass and some vocals, but Calum was more diverse than that. He knew how to play the guitar fairly well, he practiced the drums every now and then, he can play the piano beautifully but is still learning, knows how to harmonize and sing from his heart, and knew how to work some meaningful lyrics together. I admired him before thinking of the perfect lyrics to follow.

“Oh! How about…’I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame’…’I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say’.” I smiled triumphantly scribbling down the messy lyrics. They sounded better than I had ever expected to come up with, so I had to write fast to make sure I didn’t lose the magic. Calum smiled along with me, rubbing my knee comfortingly and began to strum the chords with the newly made lyrics to make sure they flowed, which they did. 

“You’re becoming a real music genius babe, bringing you here with me was probably the best decision I ever made.” He held my hand in his looking me dead in the eyes with a certain sparkle to them. I gulped before putting on a faker no teeth smile, nodding along with him. Something about this ‘compliment’ didn’t sound as genuine as his usual compliments were, but almost as if it was rehearsed, like he knew he was going to end up saying something along those lines eventually. But I swallowed back the thought and leaned forward, setting a sweet kiss on his plump pink lips before picking up the pen and notepad to write more.

“Okay so, first verse and chorus is done, now let’s get started on the-” The door whipped open almost hitting the back wall, revealing the witch that is Nia. She wore really tight black jeans that obviously showed off her bubble butt of an ass and a cropped black and white stripped top, trying to accentuate her A cup boobs. I huffed and slammed down the notepad and pen on the table in front of us and leaned back into the couch crossing my arms.

‘This outta be good.’ I whispered to myself.

“Calum come on! Mr.Jackson needs to speak to you about exciting news!” Without even paying attention to me, she took the guitar from his arms and set it down, then grabbed his arm forcefully and yanked him off the couch.

“Wait about what? I’m busy here if you couldn’t tell.” 

“I don’t want to give anything away it’s just important so c’mon!” He planted his feet on the ground, turning back to give me a sad look in his eye, as if he was telling me there was basically nothing he could do about the situation unfolding before us.

“it’s fine, just go. I’ll be here and we’ll finish the song when you get back.” He nodded his head with a half smile and Nia rushed him out of the door with that stupid big smile on her face.

I leaned forward with my head in my hands, sighing, and then running them down my face in frustration. I looked over at the lifelessly guitar and contemplated trying to learn how to use it to try and finish the song myself, seeing as I didn’t know if Calum would be coming back any time soon.

I picked it up in my hands, unsure of where to place them, but I just thought back to watching Calum play it and tried to copy his movements. I placed my fingers on the strings that I remember him laying his on, and pressed really hard to make sure they were secure. But for some reason, when I strummed, it only created a huge vibrating noise that I know wasn’t right. I quickly stopped the noise and bit my lip hoping nobody heard that awful sound. I groaned once more, still trying to press my fingers all the way down, not even noticing someone by the door watching.

“You have to cut your nails.” I jumped and nearly dropped the guitar on the ground, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face blinding some of my view. The blonde boy smiled at my state, and I sighed putting a hand to my heart.

“Oh god Luke, you gave me a fucking heart attack.” He came into the room, taking the guitar from my hands and sat next to me placing it in his own.

“And what about the nails?” I asked.

“They’re too long, you need to cut them so you can use the tips of your fingers which hold the strings down better.” I looked down and widened my fingers to look at my 4 day old acrylic set. I pouted at my pretty nails, knowing that if I did eventually want to learn how to play I’d have to take them off.

“These are acrylic, they’re fake nails, I’d have to get them removed.”

“Well that’d be a shame wouldn’t it? They’re very beautiful.” He said, admiring my silver glitter coffin shaped nails with a rhinestone placed just ahead of the cuticle. I slightly smiled, then turned to face him grabbing the notepad and pen once more.

“So, struggling with the new song huh?”

“Yeah, and you know Calum, he doesn’t want anyone writing unless he wants the help. So I’m stuck here with a half finished song, a useless guitar, and an empty room with no entertainment of any kind.” I huffed, looking down at he and I’s progress.

“Yeah, I saw her run out with him a few minutes ago. Then heard that awful strum you made, and decided I should come in here and help you.” I covered my hands with my face shielding myself from embarrassment. Welp, I guess someone did here that noise.

“Oh no, you heard that?” He nodded and smiled, removing my hands from my face. His bright blue eyes were determined to find mine, and he held my hands in his for a few seconds just looking at me. I felt a spring in my stomach that told me to pull away, so I did. I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat while flattening my top to make it look like I pulled away to fix my clothes, and not because I was feeling uncomfortable with how close we are.

“Luke I don’t think it’s smart of you to help me, this is Calum and I’d project and knowing him he’d have a fit if someone else wrote on it.”

“Oh come on, Calum’s my best friend. He’ll understand that it’s my way of helping out and being a real part in the music making process. Plus, I do have to know the song to perform it soon am I right?” 

“Fair enough Hemmings.” I bit my lip smiling, then shrugged his shoulder with my elbow. “You’re strings and I’m lyrics. Let’s get started.”

45 minutes later…

Luke and I sat on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled, slight giggles in the air as we looked back on events that have happened throughout these last few weeks of touring. The song was finally finished and sounded pretty amazing and still held it’s intended message that Calum wanted it to have, so we had some time to kill. Calum still wasn’t back yet from whatever Nia pulled him to.

“Oh my god and remember last week when you fell on stage and got tangled in the guitar cords!” I laughed loudly to him.

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, I got distracted by a very pretty girl and just lost all sense of control.” 

“Ooooo so this is a fan?” I asked eyeing him with a smirk.

“You’ll find out soon, don’t be so pushy.” He crinkled up some of the yellow lined paper and threw it at my face catching me off guard. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, getting up from the couch.

“Oh no, now you’re gonna get it Luke.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it loser?” I looked around to find a weapon of choice, and with a devilish look in my eye, I grabbed the small grey pillow from the couch and began smacking him with it. His high pitched laugh rang through the walls, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. His hands tried to cover his face but they were not match for my forceful smacks. In between the time I started hitting Luke and now, Calum stood by the door of the room, resting on his right side just staring at the scene in front of him. I looked up briefly to wipe hair out of my face and caught his eye. The laughter quickly died, his stare becoming intense and he gripped onto his biceps harder with crossed arms. 

“Hey babe, we were just messing around for a little while waiting for you.” 

“I see you finished the song.” He nodded toward the full page notepad paper with black inked lyrics on it, and I mentally face palmed myself. I knew finishing the song was a bad idea and I knew it would upset him to finish a song so near and dear to his heart, especially since I finished it with his best friend.

“Yeah, Luke helped. It came out really good I promise, do you want to hear it?”

“Just save it, I’ll look at it later on tonight. I’m going to get ready for our set, which is something you should be doing too.” His chin jutted out at Luke, who was now standing beside me and he nodded at Calum. He scuffed before exiting the doorway, and I let out a long awaited breathe. Luke’s arm snaked around my neck and brought me into a warming hug, setting his chin on top of my head.

“Ugh, I knew he was going to be mad. I should’ve just let it be.”

“No, it needed to be finished by tonight so we could play it tomorrow. And if Calum had come any later there would’ve been no time so you did a good thing he just doesn’t see it right now because he’s mad that it’s not fully his work.” I looked up at Luke to find those same bright blues staring down at me. I only shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess so…”

“And hey, it was fun just the two of us hanging out again. I haven’t really spent any time with you since Calum decided he needed to be attached to you every second of every day.” I laughed slightly and hit his chest.

“Shut up Luke, you’re my best friend there’s always gonna be time for you.” His lips immediately formed a straight line and a sharp breathe came out of his nose.

“Yeah, best friends…” My eyebrows furrowed at his response to me calling him my best friend, which was weird because…that’s what he was. Part of the reason I’m here is because Luke doesn’t trust any other female to keep him in line besides his mom, so having me here helps him forget sometimes that he’s away from home and keeps him from feeling homesick. I’ve always called him my best friend, I’ve always called him my brother, but he never responded this way where it seems as if he’s unhappy we’re in that type of relationship.

“I’m going to set also, see you on the sidelines dork.” He fluffed the top of my head messing up my hair before dashing out of the room, leaving me with my mouth open and a chuckle to follow. That boy is something else I tell ya.


Calum’s POV

Nia pulled me into a room with a big circle table and a bunch of people a part of their management team surrounding it, including Mr.Jackson. They all smiled as they saw me, and Nia practically plopped my down next to her in a chair, pretty harshly I might add.

“Calum, we’ve brought you here to discuss some possible new opportunities for you after this tour.” Mr.Jackson asked.

“Uh-uh, like what sir?”

“Well, seeing as you’re very talented on multiple instruments and can hold a tune very nicely, we were wondering if you’d like to record a song with Hey Violet!” Nia was holding my hand still at this point with a huge smile on her face, and it started to creep me out so I drew my hand away. With a confused look, I asked, “That sounds incredible Mr.Jackson, but what about the rest of my bandmates? We’re kind of a package deal if you couldn’t tell.”

“See, that’s where this whole discussion is going. That wouldn’t get to be a part of it unfortunately, it’d just be you Calum. You and Hey Violet.”

“But why? What’s the point of only having one member of a band sing, with ANOTHER band, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

I saw Nia give Mr.Jackson a deadly stare from across the table from the corner of my eye, and he shook underneath her gaze. His hands clasped together and he drew out a shakey breathe before looking up at me again.

“We, uh…we just believe that you have the talent to be the solo sound of this next single. Not that the other boys don’t, it’s just that they wouldn’t have the correct sound that you have for this song.”

“Well I won’t do it if they’re not a part of it. They’re not just my bandmates, but my brothers. You can’t just rip us apart and expect one to backstab the others. We’re in this together, so no, I don’t accept your offer.” I stood up to leave this ridiculous conversation, but I felt Nia pull me back down with his hand gently this time.

“Calum, Calum please, just hear them out…” I huffed and rolled my eyes, sitting back down again to face these outrageous people.

“Just think about it okay,’ he passed me the contract that would sign my vocals and instrumentation over to them for this single only, and I eyed it suspiciously, ‘you don’t have to make a decision until the week before the tour ends. So, take your time with it, I know this is a big thing to think over.”

“Can I tell my bandmates, or my girlfriend?”

“We all think that this should stay between just us in this room for now. It’ll be very new to them so I don’t want them along with Y/N to freak out about it.” I shook my head, and just uttered a quiet okay, before they all went on to discuss more in depth of what this offer entails. 

The whole time I kept my head down, my mind racing with the millions of downsides that go along with this offer. I’d lose my best friends and the band we’ve created together, I’d lose my girlfriend and her support, I’d lose the opportunity to experience any of it with them. There was so much to go over, and so much to think about before I made a final decision.


Hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter will leave y’all hanging on for dear life I promise. So many twists and turns to come! :)