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cumoncalhood | masterlist ♡

hey guys! okay so many people have asked for my masterlist, so I’m making an updating and hopefully, fully working one :)

okay, so here is my key

*-smut

+-over 100 notes

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♡-personal favorites 

;-trigger warning

l u k e y 

imagines

family gathering with a twist / part 2  *

compliments and a new friend 

like i’m gonna loose you 

baby, you’re perfect  ;

moodboards

boyfriend! luke   ~

christmas 

grey/blue

pink

blurbs

anon blurb ideas ↓

1. xxxxx

2. possesive luke

3. possesive luke part 2  *

4.boyfriend luke 

5. clingy boyfriend

6. luke teaching his son guitar

my own blurbs :)

“ okay baby, it’s your turn “  *

can’t sleep 

classroom shenanigans  *

fights ;

c a l 

imagines 

your first time  *

“ i’m in charge tonight “  *

“ so you wanted my fingers baby “  *~

goodbye 

model envy ~ / part 2 

moodboads

boyfriend! calum  ♡ ~

living with calum  ♡ ~

 carnival date  

beach birthday 

white

blurbs

my blurb ideas :)

bad dreams

cuts ;

caught in the act  *

friends with benefits  *

after a show 

fingers  *

anon blurb ideas ↓

1. cuddly calum  

2. horny skype call  *

3. phone sex  *

4. calum during head  *

m i k e y 

imagines

scars   ;

moodboards

green

purple

blurbs

my blurb ideas

sad nights ;

shit day ;

anon blurb ideas ↓

1. cuddles

2. late night cuddles 

a s h 

no imagines

moodboards

purple

blurbs

my blurb ideas :)

drunk

new kinks  *

anon blurb ideas ↓

1. tease  *

TEXT IMAGINES

cal 

car crash

he cheats on you 

he was caught out with a girl in LA

he tells the fans  ~

sexting  *

luke

sexting  *

PREGNANCY SERIES

( i started this and idk if i want to finish it lmao )

1. he tells the fans ( tweet ) 

PREFERENCES

1. he finds out you’re extremely ticklish 

VISUALS 

sex with calum  *

EDITS 

calm edit ( 1 )

and lastly, a 4/4 imagine :)

“ Baby, Don’t Be Afraid of Me “   ; ~

:)

Drunk Text Message To God by George Watsky

I’m not trying to brag or anything but I’m going to tell you about my night last night
Had a couple beers, ya know
Yeah, got a little tipsy
Got a little existential crisis-y 

Last night I drunk text messaged God
I just wanted to tell him I’d been thinkin’ about him
A lot
And to tell him I’m stalking a church
I meant to write starting a church
No one spells drunk texts right, anyway
Last night I sent out a buttload of embarrassing texts and then copied them to everyone I know
Like “Yo”
Like “Sup”
I was out sinning
Curled in a bed
The room is spinning
It’s all in my head
I can’t get to sleep 
And the weight of the world
Is the weight of my sheets

Here’s the great thing about my church:
You can keep your religion ‘cause my church is for those of us who grew up wishing we believed in an afterlife 
And for those of us who were so close to god we could practically lean over and make out with her
My church is sick of bloody crusades to the march of drum corps
I’ll start a church that gets pissed off and starts thumb wars
Maybe a church that gets Mondays off for religion reasons
A church that throws phone parties in elevators to learn about praise
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We’ll dance as it burns for 8 magical days
That was a Jewish reference
No offense to Gideon bibles but my church goes into hotel rooms and fills up the drawers with chocolate pillow mints
And my church, if you choose to come to Sunday school, you don’t learn about hell
Hell no
You eat Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert shaped potato chips and watch Chapelle’s show
My church had 10 commandments, 5 precepts, and a workplace abuse handbook but we partied hard last week and I think we left them in a restroom at Chuckie Cheese
Now we just go by a picture of a heart that I found on a bar napkin
My church tongue-kissed your mom last night
Um, I’m just kidding
She left 5 red fingers across my face
We hung out with the creator 
I think she loves you
She’s beautiful
She’s got ‘daughter’ tattooed on her left bicep
‘Son’ on her right
My church is at the center of the planet and has the most amazing stained-glass windows
The glass is the floor of the ocean
The colors are where you look up and see blue and a manatee
I love manatees
And the forest canopy
Tony Montana comes to my church and forgets he left his cocaine in the car
We play “Stairway to Heaven” on Hendrix’s broken guitar
My church gets fucked up on communion wine
Asks lamp posts to be our Valentine
My church bar hops together
And my church, if you don’t blow yourself to smitherines, you get 17 virgins in a room to yourself
Or you go and play Starfox together 
My church got beat up by the skateboard kids for being a rollerblade kid
But rolled to school the next day on one skate and 2 crutches 
True to the fight
With a fist in the air
Screaming “fruit Buddhas unite!”
My church can feel it’s pulse in it’s fingertips
Has 3 stomachs because our fear is hard to swallow
But love always has room
My church has a love bladder and always asks to go to the bathroom

There are drawbacks of course:
My church will not resurrect your dead hamster
My church will not play for keeps
Wear Versace
Give out baby Jesus Tomagachi’s
And Tom Cruise thinks my church sucks balls
I’m not Jesus Christ
But I can turn water into Kool-Aid
And I’m not Jim Jones
But my church is like, totally a cult
And everyone drinks the Kool-Aid
And everyone dies!
But for some people the Kool-Aid doesn’t kick in until you’re 105
Surrounded by everyone who matters most to you
Yes, some of us go early, but at my church you have to think about that possibility
‘Cause my church makes you scared
I’m talkin’ like waves of fear
Like you’re lying awake at night 
And you pull the blankets up to your neck 
And your covers are like a tsunami of fear
And you start hyperventilating
Thinking about how you’re getting older way faster than your dreams are getting accomplished 
About how skinny your arms are
About how fat your tummy is 
About how much it’s gonna suck to eventually lose the power to think about all the badass stuff we do at our church 
Don’t fall asleep yet
Contrary to popular belief, that’s not where dreams get accomplished
The body of Christ is your body 
The body of Buddha be your body
Your body be usable
Your body be suitable
Your body beautiful
You don’t need anything different 
Keep your broken cell phones
Don’t delete your text messages
You might read those stupid-ass,
Badly spelled rants over on a Sunday morning
With a pounding headache…
And have a religious experience.

we must ignore the system to death, in order to defeat it

hear no system

see no system

speak no system 

what if we ONLY focus on what we want, from here on

especially as protesters

instead of “Fuck Monsanto!”

let’s make it something like “Grow Organic!”

or instead of “We Live in A Police State”

it could be “We Must Live In Freedom”  

its kind of hard…  i am contemplating this often 

Me laying on the front steps of Trinity Church in Princeton, NJ as we are being told we need to leave. While marching we made contact with them telling us we were able to stay the night. By the end of our escapades we were told we must vacate by 9pm or face “the law”. You think dealing with the #D17 action and the conviction of Mark Adams who received 45 days in Rikers; occupiers would have learned a lesson. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM CHURCHES NAMED TRINITY! 

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I’ve been meaning to upload this for a few days but have been busy and resting. As soon as we reached Liberty Plaza for the final set by Guitarmy insanity ensued when Cpt. Winksi (accompanied by bullhorn) decided it was time to begin arresting people. First was a drummer who had attended the Occupy National Gathering and marched all the way from Philadelphia. He was on the edge of the plaza drumming by himself. Someone had mic checked up where everyone was and we all ran down immediately to where Brandon being grabbed and cuffed. Apparently the noise ordinance is still in effect. The older woman in the Lady Liberty outfit is his mother who is yelling at the NYPD to “let go of my son”. Unseen in the video is where she is shoved by the NPYD and falls to the ground unconscious due to exhaustion; and a journalist who captured the arrest. The mother also marched from Philadelphia. Later that night a woman was targeted by NYPD for knitting in the park. A man who came to her defense was then arrested as well as the live streamer who was documenting the brutality of the NYPD. As someone who has experienced the brutality of Cpt. Winski and his goon squad first hand (I was arrested during the 6 month anniversary weekend of OWS) I knew I was at risk for documenting the arrest. The NPYD has a record of attacking medics and journalists. 

May Day parade Occupy Guitarmy

Das Racist, Dan Deacon, Tom Morello
e Immortal Technique parteciperanno allo sciopero generale organizzato dal movimento Occupy Wall Street in occasione del May Day, la tradizionale parata del primo maggio, a New York. La data è storica e la giornata di protesta sarà guidata da un corteo di 1000 chitarristi e cantanti che marceranno suonando in segno di protesta da Bryant Park fino a Union Square capitanati da Tom Morello (Rage Against the Machine). Per chi fosse interessato, ci sono ancora posti aperti per partecipare a Guitarmy 

anonymous asked:

Taylor Swift

The first song of theirs I heard. - Tears Drop On My Guitar
My favorite song of theirs - so many, Safe & Sound, Last Time, We Are Never Ever, 22, Everything has changed, Ours, You Belong With Me, Last Kiss, Back to december, stay stay stay
My favorite album of theirs - Speak Now
My favorite lyric - “like ever”