I wrote a thing about cute drunk giggly Cal inspired by the Cocktail Chats and @5sos-formation
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Calum was a golden glowing ray of sunshine in human form. Even though he could be very serious at times the kid was such a fucking softy and just loved to laugh and smile and spend time with his favorite people. He didn’t need the big parties filled with strangers. He just needed his boys, his dog, his sister and his girl. Add some shots and some dope ass music into the mix and he was perfectly content.
Laying on the lounge chair by the pool, the sun beaming on your skin, you can see that. There he is sitting on the side of the pool, beer in hand, the sun radiating off of his bronze skin. Some of his tattoos being lost in the gleam of light bouncing off of him. His smile shining through the space between you as he burst into a deep boisterous laugh that filled the whole backyard. His eyes squinting shut as his head fell back and he smacked the concrete ground next to him. Whatever Ash said had to be the funniest thing in the fucking universe because Cal looked like he was about to piss himself. His face was red at this point, partly from the sun thats been kissing him and partly from how much he’s been laughing and smiling since everyone got to the house.
“Cal take a breather damn” you chuckle as you laugh at this giant dork across the pool.
“hEY- Heyyyy listen.” he says, still laughing and trying to catch his breathe. “This guy is a fucking comedic genius okay?? I’d give him an award. HEY Ashton, ASH, Ashtonnnnn” Cal is still laughing somehow but calling out to Ashton intently, trying to get his attention. Ashton is staring at him like he’s insane but laughing right along with him, his hands going in the air for a thundering clap that sprinkles water on everyone sitting around them. “Calum, CALLL, WHAT the FUCKKKKK?” Ashton hollers at Calum in the same exact tone as him, his hands going to his hips. He snorts as he laughs in the process his dimples poking deep holes in his cheeks.
“Listen man, dude, dudeeee. I give you all the awards. Comedic genius award. Big dick energy award. Best band mate ever award.” he counts off these imaginary awards on his fingers as he chuckles. Michael starts to splash him, Luke joining right along as they all screech in laughter.
“STOPPP you’re getting water in my beer!! ya filthy animals!!” Calum gets up from the edge of the pool, barely keeping his balance and almost toppling over into the water in the process. His smile never leaving his face.
“Since you guys wanna be DICKS I’m leaving” he shoots them a peace sign as he walks backward towards you. They all use their extra Australian accents to shoo him off while he stumbles over to you.
Watching this whole scene unfold you can’t help but cackle, and Cal shoots you an endearing smile that literally lights up his whole face.
“You are by far the cutest person I have ever seen.” he says sitting down on the edge of the lounge chair, his towering figure not changing much as he sits.
“That goes on the list of ‘the gayest shit you’ve ever said to me’ but you’re cuter.” you joke, reaching your hand out to him so he can fit his in yours. It’s warm and familiar when your hands intertwine and he lays on you his head on your chest as he giggles and lays on your breasts.
“These ‘fun bags’ ,as the American’s say, are quite comfy” he smiles a weird goofy smile as he lays his head on one of your boobs and looks up at you. You give him a little love tap on his forehead as you let out a little laugh and your fingers find their way into his curls like they always do. His locks are barely even damp anymore after sitting in the sun for as long as he was. He was warm, not just because of the sun and the heat but because he’s Calum. Your Calum. he’s always warm, always inviting, always loving, always charming. You’re never uncomfortable with him. You fit together perfectly in every way. Right now as you lay here your fingers running through his curls, massaging his scalp, he hums in contentment. This moment is perfect.
“Babe..” he almost whispers to you. You hum in response preparing for some deep meaningful line about how much he loves you because he tends to do that a lot when he’s drunk.
“Aren’t tits just bags of fat?? Like why are they called fun bags? Melons? Knockers?” he howls in laughter right after he says this, tears forming at the corners of his squinty eyes, his mouth stretching wide to let out the noise and show off his pearly whites. You can’t help but join him, your body shaking as you laugh with him and hug him closer. Catching your breathe you two stare at each other, wiping tears away from your eyes. If you could live this moment with him forever you would. Being infinitely happy in this moment with the love of your life with the sun shining on you both. It’s all you could ever ask for. The sun, some drinks, and your goofball.
I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately: bryson tiller, luke hemmings…luke hemmings smoking weed while listening to bryson tiller… here’s the product.If you want to listen to the song, it’s here, but not really necessary (you should though; bryson tiller is amazing)
a/n: lol logged back in after many months of heartbreak and growth and change and i wrote this for @calumsbabylonn because i love them so and they made me realize that im kinda good at writing about these fools
anyway, enjoy a short thing about calums skin bc im a freak!
"how do you do that?"
calum is engrossed in the plethora of Instagram filters, but squeezes your leg that is resting over his in acknowledgement, "do what, love?"
"that," you gesture impatiently toward his instagram story, "how do you just like...glow all the time?"
you can hear the rumble of calums throat all the way from where you're sitting next to him when he laughs; there's another one. His laugh. From boyish chuckle to hearty cacophony, calums laugh always stands to remind you that you are with A Man now.
"You sound jealous, are you jealous?" Calum finally posts the story, satisfaction and the slightest bit of narcissism gracing his features. You never tell him, but you like when he's a little cocky; it reminds you of the change he's experienced.
"Don't flatter yourself, Calum." You pull out the government name and his chuckles only grow louder and somehow fonder, like he's amused. Like he enjoys when you amuse him.
"You just like," you start, but as calum is looking up at you again, the sun catches his melanin and holds tight, and you quite literally forget your words. In this light, calums dark eyes transform into mahogany; his hair that you've been begging him to grow out curls wildly away from his head and he looks...angelic? heavenly?
"I just what, baby?" Calum takes your hand from where it rests on his lap, kissing each of your knuckles carefully before laughing again and throwing his arms across the back of the sofa, "if you're going to compliment me, try getting to the compliment part a little faster, yeah?"
It's your turn to giggle. You close your magazine and move closer, your eyes parallel to the tattoos adorning his neck. Even after a few months your fingertips still tremble at the thought of calums skin - in all its imperfections and the things he says about it, you think the boy is a marvel. An absolute wonder and you just are never prepared for when he takes his beauty into the sunlight. Calum does not just glow; he shines. He dazzles and sparkles and straight up bursts when he wants to. When he's with you, in the LA heat under the LA Sun.
"You're like...a star..." you breathe into the skin of his neck. You can feel his muscles quiver underneath the light touch of your fingertips and you know that you will always be this with Calum; glowing and touching and loving and thriving.
"Go on..." Calum chides, his voice slipping into a murmur as he places his head back against the wall. It's so easy for him to get lost in your touch. In you.
And that is what you have. Calum glows. You enchant. And it works.
"I like you best out here," you press on, "in the sun, skin gold and eyes closed. You're like the Melanin Messiah I've been dreaming about"
Another deep laugh rumbles underneath you and you press your fingers into his chest so you can read it. he is happy.
"Melanin Messiah...where do you come up with this stuff?"
"No need to come up with anything if it's true. You are literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen." You answer, sliding your hand gingerly from chest to neck. "And I need you to believe that, Calum."
"Tell me one more time?" His mahogany eyes are shadowed by the sunlight but you can just faintly see the slight twinkle in them. Calum is equal parts mischief and desperation and you have nothing but time and love to give him right back.
"I think" you leave a small kiss just below his earlobe, smile wide when you notice him smiling as well, and god, you could look at him all day. He looks so at peace outside; the sun rises and falls every day just to catch a small bit of Calum and honestly, you couldn't be more grateful . "I think you're beautiful, Calum.
A touch at your back. Familliar . Definitely warm. Definitely Cal.
Always Cal.
"Thank you, love, " And he kisses you with a dizzying force, enough to warrant a smile and a chuckle. Everything with Calum has always been so easy. "And for the record; you glow too. My shining star.”
🌟🌟🌟Some Light Work to bless your feed tonight 🌟🌟🌟 (I met one of my first Internet friends in real life, in person, FOR REAL FOR REAL, today. My heart is full 💘) @grindingoncalumm, love u endlessly 💘
Dan Radcliffe addresses ‘Fantastic Beasts’ Johnny Depp controversy: ‘Harry Potter’ kicked someone out for weed
Harry Potter star Dan Radcliffe has issued some criticisms against Warner Brothers and the film’s production team for continuing to employ Johnny Depp despite the allegations made against the Grindelwald actor.
“I suppose the thing I was struck by was, we did have a guy who was reprimanded for weed on the [original Potter] film, essentially, so obviously what Johnny has been accused of is much greater than that.”
i went through a pretty shitty breakup this past summer so here’s some sheist inspired by that lmfao (this is gonna be some platonic shit, fyi)
i’m tryna write more, i truly am, but keep getting stuck and don’t wanna use recycled plot lines. If there’s anything at all you want me to write about, shoot me a message!
Luke isn’t one to say “I told you so”.
Because it’s rude! And it doesn’t make you feel any better about the situation you’re in now (but let the record show that he did, in fact, tell you so).
He told you and you didn’t listen; you stuck it out with that son-of-a-bitch for as long as you possibly could because you’re a good person. And you’re kind. And your heart has this overwhelming capacity for love, even when people do not respect it.
Luke has always admired that about you.
And he knows he is the last person you want to see right now. You’ve ignored every single call he’s tried and only responded to one of his texts (a crying face and a middle finger emoji was not what he expected to wake up to), so he’s decided to take matters into his own hands. He’ll only be in town for a few more days, and those last few days he wants to spend with you; you’re one of his best friends, after all.
It takes several obnoxious pounds on your front door for you to get out of your bed; you haven't spoken to anyone except your ex in the last thirty-six hours. Maybe some different company will be good for you.
Luke looks cheesy; he’s got flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. You can't help but think that he’s going to make someone very happy one day, with the way he cares about you. It’s endearing.
“That middle finger was supposed to keep you away.” You mutter, wiping your swollen eyes with your sleeve. Luke scoffs in the most gentle way, sidestepping you and entering your apartment.
“You know, every time Calum flips me off, I bite his finger. I’d be glad to try that out with you, if you’re into it.”
Luke holds out the chocolate and flowers for you to take, and you giggle softly despite yourself. He knows his way around enough to navigate to the living room, and that’s where you see him again; long limbs sprawled out on your couch. He’s always been too lanky for his own good.
“I’ll pass on that, but I appreciate the sentiment.” You collapse next to him, staring at the dark void of the TV screen.
Several moments pass as you and Luke sit in your living room in silence. He knows you well enough to let you take hold of this conversation.
“One of the girls they were fucking hit me up,” you whisper, your voice catching in your throat as you relive the last three days of your life, “told me they’d been sleeping together for months, that they had never stopped talking even. Can you imagine that?”
A sort of blind rage flashes in Luke’s brain. This is so much more than you being cheated on; he’s angry because he knows how deeply this person got into your head and your heart. He knows how difficult trust and love and being twenty-something can be, and he’s so violently angry that someone would take advantage of you - the kindest person he’s ever known.
“So, you dumped them, then?” He says after a while. You nod, not looking at him at all but he understands the gesture. You see him clench his fists a couple of times before you reach out and take one of his hands, squeezing hard.
“I will never understand,” you’re crying now, tears streaming down your face as you try so hard to compose yourself; Luke has seen you in some pretty bad times, but never anything this bad, “how you can do your best to be everything for someone and still not be enough.”
“Hey, don’t do that to yourself,” Luke turns to face you, using his sleeve to wipe down your tears, “you are more than enough for anybody, and I know you don’t need me to tell you that.”
“But-”
“I don’t care,” Luke plows on, “I saw how much you loved them, okay? You...you have this unbelievable ability to just feel shit and love people unconditionally, no matter how much of a jerk they are, and that is something that will always be enough, do you hear me?”
You do hear him. You’ve never been so glad to in your whole life, in fact. Luke has this preposterous ability to make you feel better, even when you want to be down. He is all sparkling eyes and lopsided smiles. He keeps you guessing, keeps you on your toes; he’s your best friend.
“I love you, and you’re gonna make it through this.” He says after a while, and you can't help but start crying all over again.
“I love you too,” you turn and rest your head on his shoulder, the final shudders of your crying episode passing through you.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for those chocolates now.” Luke mutters, his fingers anxiously drumming on his thigh.
Luke is silly and annoying but he also cares so deeply about his friends and about you, and that is all you could ever need right now.
Making playlists with calum on Spotify. Having one for rainy days, one for days when you’re both together, and one just for turning up. You go from The Japanese House to Blink-182 to Trey Songz to The Weeknd. He knows all the words to Bust It Baby by Piles and will only ever call you his “Hood thang” when you’re in the car together (the pun makes you squirm but it’s cute). You live a life with Calum that is just as vibrant and colorful and diverse as your music tastes, and it just works.
‘I’m pretty sure that the majority of my sexual experiences in my teens and 20’s were done out of politeness’ says Maya, 28. ‘You end up in a situation where you’re worried about offending someone if you don’t go ahead – whether you’ve led them on or what they’ll think about themselves if you back out at the last minute. And in relationships, I’ve had sex when i definitely did not want to but just kind of felt bad about not doing it – what if the other person thought that i thought they were crap in bed or didn’t fancy them anymore?’
Wow. U know its deep to me because that kind of means that house dates or Netflix and chill dates are potentially toxic because there are men that know women will comply/ have sex out of politeness. thats a whole different kind of predatory in my opinion
it’s about 5 am in massachusetts i was listening to Bust It Baby by Piles ft. Ne-Yo and uh i decided i was gonna write again so i guess I'm back thotties
when i was in middle school, i got bullied for being a black fall out boy fan.
literally almost every day of my life these idiots would trash my interests and my personality because of my race.
all because “emo music is white culture”.
if you’re a person of color who’s bullied for their “white” interests, i raise my glass to you and wish you have an amazing day. it will get better, you rule.
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