leaving atlanta

Let’s start another music festival called “Afro-Alternative (or some shit like that) so alternative black people can have their shit back.

can’t forget you / c.h (picture stories)

this is something new im doing and hopefully i’ll put these up on my instagram but what i’m basically doing is that im taking pictures of the boys(or anyone else really) and i’m making one shots or blurbs about them sooo i hope this isn’t a flop lol 

“One, two, three!” yelled the girl taking the picture. The boys were just starting to leave for Atlanta but all of them decided it was a good idea to take some pictures with the fans before they left. They had three hours till their plane would take off, so why not? All the boys seemed to have lots of fans, talking to them about the New Broken Scene, some talking to those who have recently gone through hard times, but something was just up with Calum and no one knew what it was except Calum, of course. 

“Thank you so much, Calum!” exclaimed the fan with Calum. Cal gave her a sad smile and said you’re welcome. 

“Is there something wrong, Calum?” she said, worriedness in her eyes, thinking she did or said something wrong. 

“Oh, no, no. Don’t be sad,” Calum comforted her, rubbing her cheek, “I just haven’t gotten lots of sleep and I’m just quite tired.” But that wasn’t it. Before leaving for Atlanta two days ago, Calum did something he obviously regretted. 

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do, Y/N?!” He said, yelling at her as he threw down his suitcase. “I have to leave! It’s the New Broken Scene stream tomorrow and I have to get sleep in and I have to prepare! This is a big part of my life!”

“I thought I was too!” She yelled back. “But have you tried at least putting some time in for me?” Y/N rubbed her eyes and covered her red face with her hands. She sighed and rubbed her temples. 

“You know I’ve tried.” Calum said, looking down at his feet. Y/N scoffed and grabbed her bag. 

“Obviously not hard enough,” she put her beanie on her head and wiped her runny nose with her sleeve, “have fun in Atlanta.” She walked past him but he grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him.

“Why the fuck would you say that when you know I can’t without you there with me?” He yelled in her face. 

“You could’ve at least thought of that when you booked our tickets,” she waved her hand, making Calum let go of her wrist, “sorry, YOUR ticket.” And like that she was gone. And Calum hadn’t from her since. 

“Oh, I understand.” said the fan, smiling at the fact that Calum Hood was actually touching her. 

“Oy, mate, let’s go. Plane’s here early.” Luke says, putting his hand on Calum’s shoulder. Luke and Calum smile at the fan, and they enter the airport, leaving the fans of Atlanta. 


“Hey Cal,” Michael says, waking up the groggy boy from his deep slumber and warming dreams of him and Y/N laying next to each other on his bed back home, “we landed.” Cal looked out the window and looked out at the clouds that formed in New York. Y/N, he thought. 


“We have to stop by NYU.” Cal said, grabbing his band off the conveyer belt. 

“You guys broke up, what are you doing?” Luke says, walking with Cal towards the exit doors. 

“I just need to see her.” 


Luke, Michael, and Ashton all stood outside this building near NYU, hoping to point the fans attention away from the university, for Calum to slip through and try to find Y/N in her dorm hall. He looked from door to door and tried to find the number 35. I just need to see her, God, thought Calum.


I write my feelings into my journal that I bought. I never thought I would use this again. Dating Calum made me forget about this damn journal, but I can’t think about him. I wrote over and over how I didn’t need him. I did. 

“Y/N,” I recognized that deep Australian voice anywhere. My breath hitches and I look into the reflection of the shared TV of the whole dorm hall and looked at the tall figure behind me, his hair tucked into a beanie. Tears formed in my eyes and I stand up, facing Calum.

“Calum?” I manage to get out. “What are you doing here?” Instead of answering, he jumps over the couch and walks toward me and pulls me into his arms, making me inhale the scent of New York rain and cologne. Normally, I would pull away if I was still mad at him, but I was suddenly not mad at him. I just missed him. 

“Everyday,” he said into my hair. I tugged at his shirt and he pulled me in closer, “everyday I have hated myself for not being with you.” I pulled away and looked into his tired and puffy brown eyes. 

“Just fucking kiss me.” And without a second thought, he pulled me in, our lips meeting once again. 

hey, i don’t know that kind of sucked lol but hopefully i’ll do more of these loll 

Leaving Atlanta by Tayari Jones

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It’s late summer 1979 in Atlanta, Georgia — rain has been falling for three straight months, washing out any hopes of a sun-filled summer vacation for the city’s school children, and though barely anyone notices, young black boys are going missing. Four children are found murdered before anyone even admits that there is a connection between their disappearances. Before it’s all over, 29 people, mostly young adolescent boys, are dead.

An arrest is eventually made, and though the murders cease, few believe that the true Atlanta Child Killer was ever captured. This is the setting of Tayari Jones’s debut novel Leaving Atlanta, a compelling look at the fear and suspicion that swept through this already racially and politically charged Southern city in the late 1970s and early ‘80s. Instead of going the obvious route and following the killer as he preys on the children of the city, Jones instead focuses her story on the effect the kidnappings have on three inner-city fifth-graders — Tasha, Rodney, and Octavia — classmates at Oglethorpe Elementary School.  [book link]

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Leaving Atlanta

The Atlanta Child Murders, known locally as the “missing and murdered children case”, were a series of murders committed in Atlanta, Georgia, United States from the summer of 1979 until the spring of 1981. Over the two-year period, a minimum of 28 African-American children, adolescents and adults were killed. Atlanta native Wayne Williams, also African American and 23-years-old at the time of the last murder, was arrested for and convicted of two of the murders.