sing until your lungs

Advice I wish I got told while my heart was breaking.
1- Stop pretending like you’re happy all over social media just because you think he’s going to see it, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
2- Please don’t keep letting strange boys into your bedroom, they will not make you forget him, maybe temporarily but when the lights are off and you’re all alone, the ache will be back and it’s only going to come on stronger.
3- Learn to survive alone, you only need your own self stop depending on others to make you happy.
4- Stop checking on his Facebook page, he hasn’t posted anything new.
5- He isn’t going to text you, leave the house without your phone every once and awhile instead of gripping it so hard in your hand waiting desperately with agony for him to miss you.
6- It’s okay to cry. You’re not pathetic for still being stuck on him, it only makes you human.
7- Write, write until your wrist is aching, find peace within the ink and paper share your thoughts freely until your heart is throbbing, write his name over and over, explain how angry you are, burn it, tear it up. You have every right to be mad, as long as you’re not taking it out on yourself.
8- Learn to do you, use this time of freedom to explore yourself, find out who you truly are. Give yourself time to breathe, you owe it to yourself.
9- Wing your eyeliner, wear that dress, look at yourself in the mirror and repeat “I deserve to be loved, I am here and that is enough” over and over, memorise it, yell it, sync it far into your mind, remind yourself there is only one you and there is nobody who can replace that.
10- Smile more, laugh until your lungs hurt, sing so loud your throat starts to dry out, dance in front of the mirror, treat yourself, take chances don’t be embarrassed to be yourself.
11- Break something, scream, your feelings are valid and it’s okay to explode sometimes.
12- Stop looking at photos of her, stop comparing yourself to her and beating yourself up because your beauty is different to hers, stop despising yourself for having shorter hair or a different body shape, it wouldn’t change the reality that he’s with her now, so don’t waste your precious energy wasting away at the thought of him and her.
13- Take your broken pieces and build a fucking castle, don’t let them knock you down, you are stronger than them.
14- Just because he stopped loving you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same, you are worthy of all the love in the world and you deserve no less, don’t let him leaving determine your worth. You are loved and you deserve to be here, don’t let them convince you of the opposite.
—  B.L letters I never sent
The best parts of the MANIA Tour yesterday

-Our seats got upgraded from the top level to the level above the main floor 

-Andys drum solo was amazing 

-Joe just running back-and-forth on the long stage for half the time 

-Them singing something from every album 

-Patrick  making a heart with his hands during dance, dance like he does in the video 

-Patrick  speaking French during irresistible 

-The fact that Patrick sang, moved around, played piano, and played guitar with few breaks amazes me, how does he never run out of breath ever?  

-Pete wearing a Red Wings jersey at the end 

- The video with a “million middle fingers”  according to Pete during I Don’t Care

-  The extreme soul voice 

-Patrick singing Elton John’s extremely low part during save rock and roll piano version

- Pete saying that we were their responsibility for the next 90 minutes 

- Pete thanking everyone for waiting patiently for the new album and saying he loved us 

- pete’s Mania jacket 

-  Patrick saying “sing until your lungs give out” during This Ain’t A Scene

- Pete yelling backing vocals and other parts during some songs 

- The floating stage 

- The llama monsters with T-shirt cannons 

 -Hum hallelujah was just perfection 

 -The confetti and T-shirts parachuting down during and after Saturday 

-Pete speaking, “us..we were pity sex, nothing more and nothing less” during AB/AP

- Meeting a lady who had gone to see Fall Out Boy once before 12 to 13 years 

- seeing the most emo fans I ever have in one place

- Music videos were playing before they came on and death of a bachelor came on and everyone started screaming the lyrics and cheering

- Expensive mistakes was amazing 

- I loved the piano version of Young And Menace

-The fact that the side of the floating stage said MM’S SPGHTTI 10/25

-The fireworks during My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark

-Patrick playing piano during a The Last of The Real Ones

-Everyone screaming as loud as they did for Fall Out Boy when Death of a Bachelor came on


how to deal with The Discourse

step 1: admire your adversary from afar––what are they wearing? how did you get into their house? do they have any pets? what do they smell like from thirty paces? these are things you’ll need to remember for the “report” later on.

step 2: find seven large snakes. tie each of them to a red hot air balloon. ensure that they are properly fed before their journey; it’ll be a long one.

step 3: do you remember the first time you ever felt betrayed? was it by a parent? a teacher? a schoolyard chum? sink into that distant but still virile memory of yourself. remember yourself remembering it later that evening, so many years ago. in the cold of night; in the dark. allow yourself to smell and taste the regret, deep and heavy at the back of your parched throat, as you reinvent the world of what trust meant to you sweet child’s mind.

step 4: rent a thoroughbred. discover new things about the world of Hurt™.

step 5: cook a lavish meal with all the right furnishings. invite all of your friends and family. when they arrive, activate the live-wire pad tucked beneath the metal-threaded floorboards of your porch. watch them sing! watch them dance! watch your childhood fear of skeletons come to life before your very eyes. watch yourself, in the reflection of the small, crescent moon-shaped window above your front door; do you see the lazy arc in which that single tear grooves down your face? think back to the first time your uncle Redford took you and your three twin cousins whitewater rafting when you were sixteen. uncle Redford was a ruddy-faced man and he enjoyed a six pack of PBR every once in a hot moon. your cousins were ugly, and they all shared that ugliness between them like a grand dirty secret. you saw a salmon that day; you thought, “ah, to be free, like a fish––to traverse deep waters and die when the dying is good. to feed and be fed upon, to bear the fruits of labor born only to righteous gods and sickle cell peasants.” you tasted ash that night. you sucked the campfire embers nice and heavy and thick. you leaned your head back into rough tree bark and watched the shadows bleed into the stars above, twinkling as they do. you remembered what it was like to be a child again, to trust in trust itself. but now, present day: you watch your tear, free as a salmon and twice as salty, and you remember what it’s like to live and die the whitewater child life. sit down at your kitchen table and weep for the memories of the birthday parties your closest loves will never get a chance to attend. 

step 6: sit down at your computer. crack your knuckles. crack every bone in your body. absently make a joke to yourself, out loud, about calcium. swallow back the fear of a deep ocean of skeleton dramas and sip at the lovely glass of dramamine sour sitting to your immediate left. resume your cracking. don’t stop until your bones rip themselves from the corporeal cage of your sinful flesh and poke through, sucking up the air in greedy little mouthfuls. 

step 10: wake up.

step 8: remember who you are, where you, but never why you are. you are not. 

step out of the mental prison you’ve built for yourself on the backs of people far greater than you could ever be. feel the air around you; is it thick? stick your tongue out. lap against it like a friendly dog lapping water at its new owner’s house. is it pregnant with anticipation? free it

steps 7 & 9: finish cracking your knuckles. you are ready. you are in The Discourse. you should have noticed it by now. it’s ready for you. repent. repent. repeat. repent. get as close to your computer screen as you possibly can. hold your eyes open until they dry out completely––so dry, you could snap them in half in a harsh northern wind. place your eyes directly on the post which led you into The Discourse in the first place. rub your dry eyes on the computer screen until the air is static, your house is static, your very essence is static. sing, aloud, the handle of the user who initiated The Discourse, and keep singing until your sing turns to scream turns to blood in your lungs and mouth, flecking the empty spots between your teeth and coating the finer linings of your gums. scream until you become an absolute, a pirouetting fountain of fantastic blood; you fill the room, you fill the emptiness. 

keep going until you fill all of the emptiness. 

Love Is Love

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Request-Hello! I was wondering if you could write a fic where something happens and John comes back from the dead. When he does he somehow finds out you’re a lesbian and have a girlfriend. Like he doesn’t really accept you so Sam and Dean instantly get defensive so that John can’t hurt you? Thanks, Love💕

Word count-1095

Warnings-Mild swearing,homohpobia and John gets violent

A/n-Okay so I changed the request a bit were the reader does get hurt. Please let me know if you would like me to rewrite it <3

Tag- @evyiione

Ever since you met Steph your entire life changed. Steph was nerdy like you and you would constantly fan girl together. You would both sing your favourite songs at the top of your lungs until one of your older brothers told you to shut up. At first you were both really close friends, but you had a huge crush on her. However you didn’t know if she was straight at the time and didn’t want to ruin your friendship if she didn’t like you in that way. You suffered in silence until you had your first kiss and you remember it like it was yesterday…

“So erm can I tell you something?” You asked nervously picking at your nails.

“Sure (Y/n) what’s wrong?” She asked putting down her Harry Potter book and moving to the foot of your bed so you were sat next to each other.

“I…I’m…” You stuttered on your words.

You were nervous as hell when you told Sam and Dean but they accepted you. “You’re not dying are you?” She laughed but fell silent when she saw how nervous you were. “(Y/n) I’m your best friend please tell me.” She says taking your hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

“I’m gay and I like you.” You say rapidly and covering your face. There was a few seconds of silence but it felt like hours until Steph removed your hands from your face and looked into your eyes.

“Thank God.” She whispered and pulled you in for a gentle yet passionate kiss.

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Under the Rain

Challenge 01: Rain
Genre: fluff/PG
Character: Mark

Plot: Your classmate, Mark, sees you feeling under the weather and tries to cheer you up.

 (author note: I’m so sorry in advance! This is my first fanfic type/AU type writing on tumblr. Plz don’t unfollow me after this ><;;;; …although I will understand if you do lol)



When you were younger you used to love the rain—the rhythm it made when falling on your skin, the sound of it whispering as it spilled, even the smell that lingered afterwards. You used to run boldly into storms, dancing to the rumbling of thunder, singing love songs until your lungs felt like they would implode. You were happiest in the rain.

Now…all you feel is cold.

Maybe this was a sign of aging? You only turned 21 about two weeks ago and everyone has been telling you it’s too early to have a life crisis, but you couldn’t help feeling stuck. You were already past two decades of life and you still had no clue what you wanted to do. Every day was like an endless loop, repeating the same old routine that brought you back to square one.

You sighed, watching the rain fall down harder as you stood outside the campus entrance. In your rush to get to class on time you had forgotten your umbrella. You should’ve just been late to class.

“Why the long face?” a deep voice whispered next to you suddenly, causing you to flinch away in surprise. Your eyes widened even further to see that it was Mark from your Calculus class. He smiled at your expression, fixing his dark brown bangs, and leaning even closer to you. “Sorry, Y/N, did I scare you?”

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anonymous asked:

You often got restless in the middle of the night, your baby's a kicker and your cravings rumbled your stomach. This leads to always waking Chase, leaning in and pressing your nose into his cheek to whine. "If anybody else woke me up at…1:43 am, it wouldn't be so pretty. "But you love me." With a laugh and a kiss to your temple, you went on your routine night drive, singing your lungs out until drowsiness kicked in, ice cream spilled in your shirt, his you stole, and chocolate on your face

and he carries you inside and tucks you in

Daddy Wednesday™

I am a drug

I am a drug.

I am an addiction that you don’t want to have but you end up getting anyway.

I am a thirteen year old’s first alcoholic beverage in the basement on the First of July,

Surrounded by peers who are encouraging your first sip of that grainy tasting poison.

I can make you feel mature and grown up.

I can get you up on the floor and make you dance as if nobody’s looking.

I can make you sing until your voice hurts and your lungs feel like collapsing.

I can make you feel alive.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I am a blunt being passed around at a High School party.

Your friends are gathered around you on the couch, cheering you on to take that first puff.

I can make you believe you know the meaning of life,

Or why certain things happen.

I can make you feel like you’re floating on air,

And there is nothing cruel and deranged about the world you’re currently absent from.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I am a prescription drug being prescribed for the first time.

You’re sitting in the Doctor’s office with no reason to exist anymore.

People will tell you that I’m good for you,

That I can help without consequences, without a risk of addiction.

I can take the edge off of the pain you feel.

I can help you sleep soundly at night.

I can help you smile for the first time in a long time.

I can help you fall in love with having something take the pain away, just for a little while.

You can temporarily forget about me sometimes,

You can even try and walk away from me,

But you’ll always come back because you can’t live without me.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I am a line of coke being snorted in the bathroom of a College dorm room,

Somewhere far from home, far from everything familiar and uncomfortably comforting.

Droplets of blood are a sign that there’s a heart that still beats in a chest that still breathes.

I can help you fall in love with the wrong person.

I can help you get through your exams.

I can help you stay awake during classes.

I am the gates of heaven and hell, and everything in between.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I am an ecstasy pill being taken in the back of a van on your thirteenth date.

Your nervous hands grope the small pill like a mother cradling her newborn baby,

But down the hatch it goes to prove your trust to me.

I can show you what affection feels like.

I can put your doubts aside and show you how to love.

I can make you think you’ve hit the jackpot in heaven’s casino.

I can show you the world in a very different light.

I can make you feel everything and nothing all once.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I am a shot of heroin being done in the basement of an abandoned house.

You know you shouldn’t be there doing this,

But I enchanted you.

I can give you reasons to fight for me.

I can show you a strength that you’ve never had before.

I can be the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning,

And the last thing you think of when you go to sleep at night.

I can give you reasons to want me,

Even though you know I’m not worth it in the end.

And even though you know you’re better off without me, you still love me.

But there are consequences that come with falling in love with me.

I’m a drug, and you’re an addict.

I will be the death of you if you don’t quit,

Because I am poison.

But so are you.

I’m your addiction and you’re mine,

You’re my first drink in my basement that night,

My first puff at that party,

My first prescription drug that I took that grey morning,

My first line of coke in the bathroom while my roommate got some dick in the next room,

My first ecstasy pill in the back of your van on our thirteenth date,

My first shot of heroin in that abandoned basement in the dark.

We are slowly killing each other with poisonous love.

But I’ve never gotten high before so I’m not entirely sure how this compares.

  • *Randy takes out a big book*
  • Randy: This is my philosophy. A hardbound collection of all the life lessons I've learned, such as....*opens the book* always look people in the eye, even if they're blind, just say "I am looking you in the eye". If you get pulled over for speeding, just tell the police man your spouse has diarrhea. You only get one chance after a first impression. I suggest Julia Child, because it's easy to do "Save the Giblets" .The most amazing things that can happen to a human being can happen to you, if you just lower your expectations. Dance, until your feet hurt, sing until your lungs hurt, act until you're William Hurt.
  • MC: Take a lesson from parakeets. If you're ever feeling lonely, just eat in front of a mirror. Never be afraid to reach for the stars, because even if you fall, you'll always be wearing a parentchute.
  • Luca: Marry someone who looks sexy while disappointed.
  • Klaus: Older black ladies make the best iced tea.
  • Elias: Success is 1% inspiration, 98% perspiration, and 2% attention to detail.
  • Amelia: You can tell a lot about a person from his biography.
  • Yukiya: Watch a sunrise at least once a day.
  • Azusa: If you love something set it free, unless is a tiger.
  • MC: If you're ever in a jam, a crayon scrunched up under your nose makes a good pretend mustache.
  • Randy: And when life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like: Whaaaat?
Years Long Past - Pt. 2

Requested: yes the idea came from this genius!

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Summary: Y/N finally awkwardly bumps into an old friend of hers, Calum Hood. She is surprised how talkative he is and the conversation keeps going. But who know where it’ll go?


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Part 1

“Just so you know, we’re staying at a hotel,” Calum said after minutes of awkward silence. You nodded slightly as the weak sound of Blink-182 played. Calum definitely hadn’t changed his music taste, since he was drumming his thumb against the wheel in the rhythm of the song.

“That’s fine.” You mumbled, not knowing if you should take your phone out and pretend that you were texting someone or if that was actually a mean move.

“How long is the ride?” You asked impatiently. Calum briefly let his eyes gaze towards you as your stare might have been weirder than you wanted it to be.

“About fifteen minutes,” He answered and smiled. You knew his smiles. That smile wasn’t showing fun, just plain boredom. But what could you do in a car? The Blink-182 song stopped, the next one began, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the All Time Low song now playing.

“What? What’s wrong?” Calum questioned with a confused look plastered on his face, barely looking at the road. You chuckled at Calum’s furrowed eyebrows.

“You’re exactly the same, aren’t you?” Calum still looked confused, “Blink-182? All Time Low?”

Calum chuckled as if he was relieved, “I like to think that. But don’t pretend you don’t love them too!” He said, turning up the volume of the song. You licked the bottom lip and hoped that the both of you would spontaneously burst into song, but that only happened in movies. God, you wished your life was a movie. Instead of singing until your lungs hurt, you sat and listened to the music. No words were exchanged in a long time.

Sometimes you’d looked at Calum, just to admire him. His personality hadn’t changed, but god his look had. When you knew him, he was a simple and thin kid with dreams he only told you. Now he was muscular and with a much more complicated lifestyle.

“I don’t think Luke’s home,” Calum stated, turning to the left. You twisted your head to watch Calum. You then nodded, wondering what you were doing. It was a school night and you were heading to a childhood friend’s house because he offered you.

“Okay,” You whispered. Calum observed you as you stared out the window. You were right in front of an enormous, poorly kept hotel where Calum parked the car. It wasn’t a good-looking hotel as you expected it to be. You were even wondering if it could be called a hotel since one of the windows seemed to be broken. But Calum didn’t think much about your scared facial expression as you stood out of the car. He walked towards you and stopped very close to you.

“That hotel literally scared the crap out of me when we first arrived,” Calum squinted his eyes, looking up at the tall building. You nodded and followed Calum when he started walking towards the entrance. You were meet by an old lady who was standing with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Hello, Mrs Henderson. We’re just going to our room.” Calum said to her and was already walking up the stairs. His tone was completely different as he spoke to the elderly woman.

“But who is this, Calum? Is she your girlfriend?” Calum sighed as you had stopped in front of the lady. He ran down the stairs again to try to push you away from Mrs Henderson, but you resisted on moving before you had said hello to her.

“No, she’s a friend, Mrs Henderson,” Calum spoke before you could say something. You nodded with a friendly smile as Calum looked rather tired.

“Oh well. Nice to meet you, dear. Will you be staying with Calum?” She asked and you were about to say no before Calum interrupted again.

“We don’t know, Mrs Henderson. Now excuse us, we have to go.” He then succeeded in pulling you away. In situations like this, you would be mad at Calum for his actions, but his last words just made you puzzled. What did he mean with ‘we don’t know’? You didn’t think that you would stay the night, but now you weren’t so sure. Unless that was his plan all along. He just wanted you to have sex with him. You could feel the anger blushing up in your cheeks as you followed Calum up the stairs. It was a long staircase and you didn’t know whether to ask him about the meaning behind ‘we don’t know’ or just let it slide.

“We’re almost here, I promise,” Calum revealed, as your legs were sizzling. He suddenly stopped to open a random door and walked in without telling you. You hurried in before the door closed as Calum was already ten meters in front of you. You grunted and galloped to his side where he was opening the door to room 122. You waited patiently as he fumbled with the key, grunting every time it didn’t work.

“I still don’t believe Luke’s home,” Calum repeated and barged in with you following quietly. You looked around and saw three guys sitting in front of the turned on TV, but none of them really watching it. Luke and Michael was sitting with their phones as Ashton was reading what looked like a very boring book. Ashton was the only one who looked up at the loud sound of the door smashing open and raised his brows when he saw you.

“Uh, do we need to leave, Cal?” He asked with a smirk on his face, but in a serious, Australian voice.

“Fuck no, you’re staying,” Calum raised his voice as Luke and Michael turned away from their phones and stared at you with a wonder, “I ran into Y/N. And she’s not some random girl I picked off the streets.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Michael laughed and returned to your phone as your face changed rapidly from awkward to scare. What did he mean? Ugh, you probably could never get the boys’ mind.

“Ha ha ha,” Calum said in a dead and sarcastic tone with crossed arms, “Very funny, Mike.”

Ashton had returned to his book, too. You took a glance around the great hotel room. Against the wall stood two king-sized beds on a smaller kind of platform. On the left, you could see the light from the bathroom. On the opposite wall of the beds hung the small TV with perfectly placed couches and chairs around it. You looked back at Calum and the boys and noticed the stare from Luke.

“Haven’t I seen her before?” Luke pointed to you, but talked to Calum, as if you were deaf. Calum nodded with a frown, still mad about Michael’s comment.

“We went to school with her,” Calum said, not looking at you. Ashton closed the book and stood up, “Why are you here, Luke?”

“Mum’s mad,” Luke answered shortly before following Ashton’s actions and standing up to present himself. It was weird to see Luke and Michael again. You didn’t expect them to be that attractive. Luke was the classic kind of attractive; broad shoulder, plain black shirt and nice brown-blond hair sticking to his face. Michael was the more the cute kind meets the bad boy kind of attractive; random tattoos, dyed hair and grey eyes that could melt every girl’s heart. Then there were Ashton. You hadn’t seen him before and you definitely did not expect the drummer to be adorable as him. Ashton’s curly head and the cute glasses he was wearing didn’t seem like a drummer in a band. You watched him as he walked towards you and shook your hand.

“Hi, I’m Ashton. Nice to meet you.” Calum stood behind you as you gazed into Ashton’s eyes. He smiled and all the small, cute dimples.

“Y/N.” You mumbled with a smile and wide eyes. Ashton seemed nice and sweet - wonder if he was single?

“Beautiful. Shame that we didn’t go to school together.” He chuckled as Calum coughed and Michael looked behind him to see what was going on. Luke was standing awkwardly behind Ashton and as soon as you noticed him, he shook your hand too.

“Nice to see you again,” Luke smiled slightly before stepping back behind Ashton. Michael was still observing the awkward meeting, “Didn’t you come from Germany?”

“Uh, yeah, I did. Still do,” you chuckled and looked back at Ashton who was watching with awe.

“Really?” He asked and ruffled up his curls a bit. “Beautiful country with beautiful people.”

You didn’t know if it was aimed at you, but you felt your cheeks starts flushing. A smile spread across your face as you stared at your feet. You couldn’t hold back the small giggle escaping, but didn’t have time to respond before Michael yelled from his seat.

“Ash, stop flirting with her! Cal doesn’t look too happy ‘bout it either!” Both you and Ashton looked at Calum who was frowning with red cheeks and a heated look in his eyes. Michael smirked, knowing that his words made the conversation more dramatic than it was supposed to be.

“Thanks to Michael Clifford, who is going to leave the room…. Immediately.” Calum said, crossing his arms and sending Michael a death glare. He was obviously getting on Calum’s nerves today. Michael jumped up from his chair and took a couple of wide steps, before stopping and looking at the small gathering.

“Luke and Ash, you better come with me or…” Michael stated with an unfinished sentence, “Or I’ll tell Y/N your deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Aaaaand, we’re going,” Luke responded with a smirk and Ashton in his heels as he walked out of the door. Michael was the one to close the door, but he stopped his action and turned his head towards you and Calum, standing awkwardly close suddenly.

“By the way, Y/N, it was good to see you again. And you do look very hot. Can’t really blame Ashton… or Calum in that case. But Calum always had a thing for ya, didn’t he? Oh well, better be going. Hope I didn’t make it awkward!” Michael words were so hurried that it took you a couple of seconds to digest them. But as soon as the last lines popped into your head, you turned around on your heel to see Calum, standing with a clear blush.

“What?” You asked, waiting for an explanation, “You always had a thing for me?”

Calum sighed and walked away from you. He twisted his long fingers as he walking around the couches.

“Well, Y/N, what did you expect?” He laughed slightly, but you didn’t get the joke. “That a sixteen-year-old boy would just ‘casually’ hang out with one of the hottest, mysterious girls in school?”

“Yes,” you murmured under your breath, not looking Calum in the eye. He wasn’t furious, just confused with a loud voice.

“I always thought I had a chance. I still think I have. Well, that was until Michael ruined it.” He expressed, turning around himself for a second before catching your eye.

“You do.” You asserted before thinking about your words. Calum dropped his jaw as you realised what you had said. You’d never thought about Calum in that way, but sometimes things just work out that way.

“Huh?” Calum said with furrowed eyebrows. You didn’t notice him moving closer to you until his chest was against yours. A big lump had formed in your throat as you stared into Calum’s thoughtful eyes. It was like he didn’t know if he should just kiss you or let the whole thing slide. Chances were that you never saw each other beside this night.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. You have no idea.” Calum then stated as you stared at his plump lips forming the sweet words.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You mumbled, wondering if you should just make the move. His breath was smelling like mint gum, the same exact mint-gum you loved as a kid. It brought you back to your childhood, making it clear that Calum made the best memories. And you never wanted to leave him again, you never wanted to walk away. Calum exhaled as you felt your heartbeat getting louder and stronger for every passing second. You never wanted to leave Calum. You inhaled and closed your eyes as you stood on your toes to reach Calum’s soft lips. He was in no way surprised as he kissed you back with his lips. His hands were quickly on your waist as yours filtered in his curls. His body was moving in the same rhythm as yours and you almost couldn’t pull away from the heated kiss.

“We can’t drift apart again, Cal.” You mumbled, waiting for Calum’s reaction.

A/N: I’m a little slower at getting stuff written now because I don’t want it to take all my time, but I will still be posting WEEKLY - probably more than once a week. I hope that’s okay. And trust me; your requests are taking care of! Also, this was a long one and I didn’t have time to proof-read it… Hope you like!

Requests are always open!


The signs as fun things to do in the summer/bucketlist
  • Aries: work out, go jogging, you have the time so why not am I right? Do exercises or pick up a new sport. It doesn't have to be for that perfect body, do it to feel better j your own skin, body positivity is key peeps
  • Taurus: keep a movie night with friends, build a giant fort of pillows, get comfy blankets and maybe even some cool lights to hang up inside the tent? Some popcorn, icecream, loads of chocolate and just watch some of your favourite movies, enjoy!
  • Gemini: change up your looks, try new lipsticks, some eyeshadows, DYE YOUR HAIR BLUE, PINK, PURPLE, RED, whatever you want, summer is about change and fun
  • Cancer: have a colour fight, I did this with my friends once, (it's like the Holi festival look it up lol) there are those kind of colour powder thingies that you can throw on eachother and it explodes in different colours on your clothes, just go to a park, dress al in white, team up and let the games begin its so much fun
  • Leo: remake some old clothes into cool new stuff.
  • Go trough your closet, there must be Some old shirts or jeans you don't like anymore
  • Search up tutorials, cut cool holes in the back of your shirts, draw your fav band logos on em, cut your jeans make holes in them just have fun, you can't go wrong with change.
  • Virgo: attend a concert or music festival with some friends. Nothing is more fun than singing and screaming until your lungs give up am I right? get ready together with some friends and then Go jamm out with them at a concert, maybe have a sleepover that night? Next day just wake up late and go get something to eat in the city or get some coffee, helps against the hangover you'll have haha
  • Libra: redesign your room, paint the walls another colour, hang up photos (get a Polaroid and make pictures with your friends) hang up cool lights, or posters with your fav band logos on them, get little things to redecorate and maybe make some fun things yourself, YouTube has enough room digs
  • Have fun being creative
  • Scorpio: go to the mall with your friends and spot some hot boys, dare eachother to ask random boys their phone number, because why not? Who doesn't want A summerlover
  • Sagittarius: go have a sleepover with friends at your or their house (get A friend who has A pool), buy 10000 glowsticks, stay up until 1am and then crack alllllllll the glowsticks and throw them in the pool, also get loads of soap and make the whole pool foaming.
  • I did this once actually and I am planning on doing it again this summer because it was so much fun
  • Capricorn: get a piercing or tattoo, if you're old enough and want a tattoo then do it! even its a small one on your wrist or the back of your neck, or get your ears pierced, maybe second holes so you can wear 4,earrings idk, just change something up
  • Aquarius: go camping with friends, bring a tent and put it up somewhere under the stars in fresh air, and then.. Get some cookies, chocolate, and Some marshmallows, and make smores. I actually never made smores (Dk if Thats something weird) but im definitely planning on doing this with my friend or friends this year
  • Pisces: make a new friend! Maybe while being on vacation, or just at home. Look for people with tumblr blogs with the same interests and talk to them, because why not haha be an extrovert. New friends mean new relations and new adventures and new late night convo's. So that can't go wrong
All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love
And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out
—  ‘This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race’
-Fall Out Boy
Youngest Daughter
Youngest Daughter

It’s useless. I tried but to no avail,
To tell you how much I know. How much I care.
Come home.

Breathe until your lungs fail.
You can sing till you go deaf.
Everyday that you don’t call her,
I can feel it. You’re coming down.

I am sick.
I am horrified at everything I hear.
The youngest daughter lost her way.
Everyday repeats itself again.
The cycle of our misery, it drives us all insane.
Please come home.

The poison takes away from us
Now you’re sick to death from all the drugs.

Breathe until your lungs fail.
You can sing till you go deaf.
Everyday that you don’t call her,
I can feel it. You’re coming down.