young hades

iv. his eyes are dark enough to fall in. his eyes hold the torment he has been through and you wish you could heal his scars but you can only try to take away some of the ache. his eyes would make the deities of the ancient world throw themselves into the pit to prevent anymore loss. his eyes find yours and the colors of the universe seem brighter, seem softer, seem more beautiful. calvin j rogers. xxx. that bastard you love

[calrcgers-blog]

Home. Home was the piece missing in Calvin’s life and no matter how many times he tried to fill it up with people and places, nothing felt like it truly fit. Yes, he loved the friends he had come to grown accustomed to having around. Yes, he loved the idea of the family he was apart of. And yet... Something was off. He couldn’t say on what it actually was, but the piece was slowly becoming empty again. 

The friends he had weren’t anything important to him now. They were background noise, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. Maybe he was always going to be the one who wanted the world and then some. He now had the world and yet, it wasn’t enough for him. Nothing would ever be enough for him. Not this horrible city of LA. Not the wife he had to be only married too for a few more weeks. Not even the family he had around him. It wouldn’t be enough and maybe he’d spend the rest of his life wandering around this earth trying to find whatever it was that was missing. 

Would he ever find it? Probably not. There was very little he needed in his life. After all, he wasn’t a man with many emotions and many attachments. His sister seemed happy here and all of his friends did too. He should be happy here. They call LA the city of gods. He was surely one of the gods if he had any say in it. And yet this city felt more like shit covered in glitter and drowning in perfume. He kept to himself and when he moved to the city, everyone seemed to invade his space more than usual. He assumed that was from the status his wife had and honestly, he wanted to be left alone. 

Maybe that’s why he packed up a bag. This city and the people in it had driven him to finally leave. Maybe it would be only for a week or two, nothing long. Maybe it would turn into something longer as a few years. Calvin didn’t know and really, he didn’t quite care. There was something telling him to leave and so he took that first instinct and let his feet carry him to wherever he wanted to go. Who knows, he could backpack through Europe. Spend some time in Australia, India, or even China and Japan. 

Calvin Rogers was never a man of importance. No one would remember his name when he was buried six feet under the ground. So, he decided to stop pretending he was worth anything. He’d blend in with the shadows and everyone else on his journey. And when he would finally come back, he’d be filled again. He’d be the Calvin Rogers people didn’t really deserve, but the one he wanted to be.

[dlovato-news]

[qeckosfuller]

[calrcgers-blog]

@scarlcttisms

[ravenclairee]

ready for it? // taylor swift

[calrcgers-blog]

hc! hc! hc! hc! <3

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

Picture the scene of a couple relaxing on the couch. Her head was rested in his lap as he idly played with strands of her hair, sometimes creating small braids while other times continued to comb through it. It was a tender moment, something he’d only share in the privacy of his own home and not to many people in general. It was something they shared together and he wanted to keep  it that way. 

“You know, I don’t really understand what Matt sees in her. Is his name Matt?” He paused for a moment, actually trying to remember the names mentioned in previous episodes. “Anyway, she’s clearly drama. Her continuing to talk about the new girl when she said she’s over it? Yeah, she’s totally stirring the pot because I bet you if she had a real problem with it, she would’ve addressed it then and not continue on this little game of lets talk shit. Because really, who wants a girl who talks shit behind people’s back? Just be up front with it.” 

Scarlett erupted in laughter, hands coming up to cover her face as more giggles spewed from her lips. It was hilarious to see how interactive Calvin had become as the show progressed into more and more episodes for them to watch together. Of course, it was her idea all along to watch the famous Bachelor in Paradise, she just didn’t think he’d get into it so quickly and be half asleep by now. “Calvin Rogers, you’re such a dork.” 

[derangcdarchive-blog]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[calrcgers-blog]

lush asks 🛁

rosy cheeks: do you blush easily? more specifically, what makes you blush easily?

sex bomb: are you a virgin?

sexy peel: when do you feel the sexiest? (i.e-an article of clothing, after shaving, etc.)

passion fruit: have you had your first kiss?

ocean salt: do you like going to the beach? why or why not?

cup o' coffee: coffee or tea?

angels on bare skin: are you religious?

blackberry: what's your favorite fruit?

turkish delight: what is your favorite book/book series?

31 states: What state is your favorite? (Or country)

razzle dazzle: describe your music taste

d'fluff: how many pillows do you sleep with?

93,000 miles: have you ever ran a 5k? A marathon?

dreamwash: describe your pajamas

marilyn: who do you look up to?

damaged: have you ever dyed/bleached your hair?

emotional brilliance: are you an emotional person?

lullaby: do you want kids?

rose jam: what's your favorite flower?

blousey: describe your favorite piece of clothing.

[notgoing]

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[calrcgers-blog]

SETH CASILLAS:

“Careful, it would appear as though you’re torturing my boy.” Seth called out as he entered the living room, smiling broadly as the small boy ran off the couch on his wobbly legs towards him. He picked up the little man and held him to his chest. “Uncle Cal gives the best tickles I know.” Smirking, he walked over and plopped the one year old onto the comfortable couch and sat down next to the man in question. “You think everyone would like to know just how much of a softy you really are?” He asked as he held up his phone, a video of Cal chasing Mason around the house on plain view.

Calvin looked at the phone, not even surprised at the video, and shrugged. “What I would say to that isn’t exactly appropriate for such young ears, but we know just what response comes from babies and puppies.” It was a simple fact or in his mind it was that the idea of a good looking dilf (with babies and puppies) usually had women drooling. “The wedding ring might put that on hold, though...” He paused in thought before shrugging again. All of this talk was easily in jest. He’d never go against the vows he took with Scarlett and naturally he assumed she’d do the same. “I think Scarlett is enough LA for me. I don’t want another one.” 

[qeckosfuller]

[calrcgers-blog]

If you could have a threesome with anyone in town, who would you have a threesome with?

“Uhhhh… You act like I know everyone in this damn place. Gonna go real generic and say probably some blonde and brunette. I’ll let your imagination fill in the gaps and maybe you’re wildest dreams will come true.” 

[qeckosfuller]

[calrcgers-blog]

Do you think you could ever really love Scarlett?

“Sorry, no more questions will be answered at this time. Please return next time and maybe it’ll get answered.” 

…

“I don’t usually plan on falling in love so maybe you’ll find out on the next episode of Keeping Up with the Lacroixs.” 

[calrcgers-blog]

If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

“You really wanting me to get emotional aren’t ya? I think now that I’m old, I’ve come to accept everything so far in my life that I wouldn’t change really anything major. Yeah, I’d do anything to have my mom back. But then everything now would change and I don’t want that. So really, I’d only change the fact that we weren’t able to say goodbye. To hear her say that she loves us one more time, I think that would be the best thing to change.” 

[calrcgers-blog]

If you had a friend that you spoke to the same way you speak to yourself, how long do you think that person would allow you to be your friend?

“Do I know by default why they are like that? If so then yeah, I won’t be a fucking monster. If I don’t know why then… I guess still be friends. You ain’t gonna get better sitting in the dark and that’s where friends come in. This question is a total mind fuck.”

[piantagenets]

BEWARE: boy with hell in his smile and a summer storm in his eyes. he will look at you and you will tell yourself that he isn’t all that beautiful (he is). when the casual graze of his hand against yours keeps you awake at night you will say you do not wish him to steal you and keep you in his arms until the sun comes up (you do).  BEWARE: boy with a thousand nights of excess between his ribs. you will decorate your hair with flowers and dance in the sun. you will lie to yourself when you say you don’t want to live the night the way he does and poison your body until you are so intoxicated with him that the only thing that’s real anymore is his breath on your neck. BEWARE: boy with heaven in his tongue and a scorching desert on his fingertips. you will try to erase the prints he has left on your skin but when they talk about ilium burning all you can remember is the way his mouth felt on yours and how he caught his breath when your lips were on his chest. he will make you forget what having a body felt like before you met him.   BEWARE: boy who will steal your lungs and your guts and your heart.

[warnings to spring girls with restless hearts] (modern persephone x hades)- Carmen A. (via piantagenets)