springs business

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Swapped some stuff around in the kitchen so it’s more organized and like, amazing. I don’t know how to organize my spices to not look like everything is just shoved in there. But I did organize from most used -> least used in terms of front to back so that’s cool.

All Tupperware has been sorted. Tops without bottoms and vice versa have been thrown out/repurposed (greenhouses for seeds, paint trays, etc). I moved the snack cupboard around so Nathan doesn’t free range junk food in the morning before we’re up or at night while we’re sleeping.

Now I’m just finishing dishes and going through one more cupboard and I’ll be all finished my “spring clean” in the kitchen. Next is the bedroom.

so i accidentally typed “breadway” instead of “broadway” and i’m laughing can you imagine:


the bread of mormon

yeastus crust superstar

how to succeed in baking without really frying

jersey buns

showbread

the poundcake of music

we will bake you

all cook up

calamity scone

thoroughly modern muffin

spring abakening

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@ghoodgirl spring/summer 2017 lookbook 🍦🍭 


 •stylist: me ❤️❤️ 

 •mua: Monique Stevens 

 •photographer: Makeda Lane 

 • models: Kristin Armani, Taylor Lloyd, Shyra Merchant and Stephanie Ahiabuike

 •creative director: Lica Mishelle

BACK TO BUSINESS!

- SPRING BONNIE
age: 23
zodiac: aries
height/weight: 5’ 3"/ 146 lbs
gender: female
blood type: B
laterality: left-handed
romantic/sexual orientation: heteroromantic/heterosexual
yaoi type: switch
hobby(ies): dancing, drawing, playing banjo
personality: by far, the most joyful of the bunch. she’s a very good and persuasive speaker and will help you through your problems faster than anyone. her smile and laugh are her biggest charms, and any love you give to her, she’ll give you back 3 times as much. She’s deeply in love w/ goldie and has made that clear ever since they were still kids. The hallucinations that she had when she was a kid still happen, but were more useful for speaking to the dead and communicating w/ phantoms. she helps maria soul-search often especially in the times of the second game. On top of that, she’s really the only original; she still has her real soul, from when she was a child. Maria took her in as the very first soul in limbo, besides herself, sped up her aging process to become a young adult, and then halt it (as mariah did for everyone else, except for the toys). spring, like everyone else, was at least uneasy about the bite that would tear her and goldie apart for the next thirty years. she claims that she suddenly forgot how to laugh.. or speak entirely. She spent her purgatory in the store room, what wasn’t accessible in the game itself. and just… waited..

- SPRINGTRAP
age: 31
height/weight: 5’ 6"/ 130 lbs
gender: female
blood type: B
laterality: left-handed
romantic/sexual orientation: heteroromantic/heterosexual
yaoi type: seme
hobby(ies): hunting, taxidermy, stalking, playing banjo
Personality: everything that happened in the past, those memories, she still hangs tight to them.. But they’ve all turned sour. She seems to forget how to love entirely. so much so that everyone she bonded w/ 30 years before, she now hates w/ a fiery passion. She constantly fights w/ vincent for whatever control she has left over her body, and wouldn’t hold the grudges that she does have, against the rest of the group, if it weren’t for him driving her mad. the psychosis she is still diagnosed w/ makes her the only one who can really communicate properly w/ the other phantom animatronics. at the times where she isn’t angry and hostile, she’s in remorse and regret.. wishing that the day they were killed, if she had just listened to gregory.. none of this would’ve happened…

- STACEY ADAMS
age: 11
height/weight: 3’ 9"/77 lbs
b day: 2/19/1976
gender: female
blood type: B
laterality: left-handed
hobby(ies): playing outside, singing, practicing banjo and fiddle
siblings: patrick (fnaf 3 guard)
personality/story: ((idkoneodthemjuathadtobeapurecountrykid)) she’s a simple farm girl who lives w/ her older brother, patrick, and her grand parents, on the very outskirts of the county. she has the widest sense of optimism of the children and keeps them from falling apart. she was the only person, besides felix, that was able to open gregory’s heart. and just like the bond that amber and andrew shared, they were the closest of friends. maybe even more so. she suffers from psychosis, and often has hallucinations and occasional, but rare and brief, moments of confused thinking. despite this, she still keeps her head high and ignores any insults thrown at her. the biggest downside to her psychosis is that, on the day of their death, vincent was easily able to manipulate her brain (something he wouldn’t’ve been able to do to the other children) and made her see and follow an illusion of herself, as spring bonnie, luring the other children into a death trap. she was the only child found, barely alive.. along w/ the killer, who had been concluded to be an employee named william afton, who had commit suicide after the (according to officials) failed murder. she appeared to have died later in the hospital. the other children were just declared missing…

DS: me

Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3


Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


Y/N’s POV

I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.


Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.


CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

…i should probably listen to my grandma and get a good night sleep so im not tired while driving 6 hours on the interstate tomorrow

so, uh — goodnight my friends! ill have things queued up in my absence while im driving tomorrow ;v;