Stop Whitewashing Calum Hood :-)

you know what pisses me off? luke follows more fans on twitter than any of the other boys yet the minute he unfollows/ blocks some who are nasty as shit to him all of sudden he doesn’t care about the fans, luke has given fans hugs/kisses on the cheek without the fans even having to ask, luke gives their friends/ crew members hugs all the time, other celebrities that have met luke have all said he was nice as shit, when they were asked about ‘you suck’ luke told michael he liked all the things about him that abigail used to insult michael with,luke helps malum drink water so they don’t have to stop playing their instruments,  luke loves his band mates so much, when asked what they’d say to kurt cobain if they ever met him luke said he’d ask if he was sad bc he ‘doesn’t want it to happen again’, luke is so full of love yet gets so much hate, luke is so sweet and kind yet i all i see directed towards him is hate, harassment or praise for his looks

all those terms for when you dont really like something but someone else does and you respect that… youve heard of “not my cup of tea” and “whatever floats your boat” and now its time for this phrase to shine

He’s tired of being glittering. He’s bored with being soft. The next option is obviously becoming cold as ice, hard as diamond. Biting and sharp.

His plans become cleaner, less convoluted. Get in, commit several felonies, get out. Crisp. Pure.

They ask if it’s silver, or maybe diamond itself. He tells them to stop being silly.

It’s White Gold.

Second in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @xkatelyn13x

“Yeah…yeah you looked beautiful”

pRETTY GIRL WhATS  YOUR NAMe WHATS YoUR NUmbEr

When you make something as a joke/to call out other people and people still go “omg he’s so hot.”

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

[AO3]

A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.

It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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Poems from a poem book I'll never finish.

How do you find the audacity to cry?!

How did you ever not love this innocent boy who gave all of his love and trust to you?!

How do you leave this pure innocent soul in this cold lightless world?!

How do you feel guilt when you never felt love?!

When you left him to be with others behind his back?!

When you could have been home together in your bed?!

Treasuring the boy who loves you. The boy who cleans up after your mess. The boy who makes sure that you are fed.

That you're happy.

Even if he is not.

How-how did you ever fall out of love with him?

When all he talked about was you?

When the only thing that mattered anymore was you?

Painted masterpieces in an ode to you. Intricate love letters, intertwined in the flowers that he had drawn to you.

When I had to watch a treasured, precious friend, crumble to his own demise and didn't have any power to stop it?

Couldn't stop him from looking at your photos at night.

Stop him from falling asleep on the sofa after trying to wait for you.

Again.

Even though he knew that you would not be coming home tonight.

Again.

And watch you only be there for the end of it?

The Grand finale. Ladies and gentlemen.

Prepare yourselves to be amazed.

You are about to watch the best disappearing act of the century. Are you ready? Look. Look closer. It's happening right before your eyes.

How do you have the audacity to cry at his funeral?

When just a couple days ago you did not even know that he would have one?

- E.H.R.

Everyone in the crew had a fallback plan in case shit went south. Michael would be an electrician, Jack always wanted to work in radio, and Gavin would be a cameraman on films. Jeremy mentioned something about how he went to school for animation and Ryan perked up and went “Hey, me too!”

When someone asks Trevor what his fallback plan was, he shrugs and goes “I got my degree in aerospace engineering” and everyone stops to look at him.

“Aerospace engineering?”

“Yeah.”

“Like… like rocket science?”

“Yeah.”

“You can make rockets and here you are, doing crime?”

“C'mon, when’s the last time NASA was funded? If anything, I made a completely reasonable career choice.”