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ammwriting · 1 year

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Update

I am soooo sosososo sorry for disappearing on y'all but I'd literally never written before so seeing all the support and likes from everyone has been genuinely so inspiring. Like how could I disappear now? I am working on the new chapter as. we. SPEAK.

On another note have you guys seen the new Avatar? And if so, what'd you think?? I'm a chronic movie goer so I love to hear different opinions and thoughts on new movies as they come out lmao.

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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Hi!! I have a request 🙈 could you write me a lil something about having a lazy day with calum, like just singing randomly together, reading books together, going for a walk & cuddling with duke,... 🥺 pls kill me with all the cuteness :p

I got so carried away, again. There’s something about writing about Calum that absolutely entrances me. I don’t mind it one bit though. xx

His head was buried in her lap, her fingers combing through his hair. The bleached strands had begun to turn dark at the roots, isolation preventing him from going out and doing something else with his hair. Her nails had grown out, the acrylics beginning to grow out longer than she would have liked, but she had to quarantine, for everyone’s sake. But, he liked the length of her nails as she scratched at his scalp with one hand and holding a book in the other.

He was on his side, holding his book in one hand while stroking Duke’s coat with his other. Duke had curled into his stomach, dozing in and out of sleep, Calum’s movements lulling him in and out of sleep. He used her knee to help support his grasp on the book as he too drifted in and out of a conscious state. She had her glasses perched on her nose, arm resting against the side of the sofa to keep her book upright. The house was relatively silent except for the breeze brushing through the open windows, rustling the curtains and blinds. The wooden blinds clattered somewhat rhythmically, aiding Calum’s descent into sleep.

Duke’s steady breathing, the motions of her fingers scraping against his scalp and the sound of the wooden blinds were lulling him into sleep. She could feel the way he kept jerking his hand to hold up his book when he kept drifting in and out of sleep.

The day had been long, consisting of a hike with Duke. They drove far out into the countryside of California, trying to get away from civilisation in order to spend a day outside in the sun for their own wellbeing. Calum had thought bringing Duke was a great idea until he had to hold him in his backpack when Duke got tired. Without worrying about Duke’s legs, they hiked around four miles in the shade of the tall Californian trees along a large mountainside. They stopped at an independent coffee shop afterward to help out with business, the entirety of the small town practically ghosted with only just the sound of wind and the occasional bird chirp. Duke had basked in the air conditioning of the coffee shop, his tiny tongue panting and drooling in Calum’s hiking bag, but Calum just smiled and patted his head whilst waiting for the two iced coffees he had paid triple for than what they actually charged. He made sure to slip a twenty in the tip jar when the barista wasn’t looking.

The drive home was spent with the windows down, Duke’s head hanging out the window and Calum humming lowly to an album he had absentmindedly started playing. Her head was resting against the frame of the car door, letting the wind whip at her cheeks and tousle her hair, basking in the sunshine and the feeling of the world around her still moving, even when it felt like everything had stopped. Calum’s gentle touch found her bare thigh halfway through the ride, using his thumb to stroke the gentle skin of her leg. It was a simple acknowledgment of either presence. She would find herself harmonising with Calum, something she asked him to teach her how to do in their days and days of isolation. With the ability to play a few songs on the bass and a deeper understanding of music, she harmonised beautifully. Calum couldn’t help the grin that would form whenever she would chime in with him.

So, Calum laid on her lap, fighting sleep in order to reminisce on his day with his girlfriend and his dog, before finally succumbing to the sleep that her presence lulled him into.

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ammwritings · 5 years

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We fall in love three times.

We fall in love with three people in our lifetime. Each one for a specific reason.

First love

This love often happens at a young age. You eventually grow apart or call it quits over silly things. When you get older you may look back and think it wasn’t love. But the truth is, it was. It sad love for what you knew love to be. There are different depths of love.

Second love

The hard one. You get hurt in this one. This love teaches us lessons and makes us stronger. This love includes great pain, lies, betrayal, abuse, drama and damage.

But this is the one where we grow. We realised what we love about love and what we don’t love about love.

Now we know the difference between good and bad humans. Now we become closed, careful, cautious and considerate.

We know exactly what we want and don’t want.

Third love

This one comes blindly. No warning. It creeps on you silently.

You don’t go looking for this love. It comes to you.

You can put up ANY wall you want, it will be broke down. You’ll find yourself caring about that person without trying. They look nothing like your usual crush types, but you get lost in their eyes daily. You see beauty in their imperfections. You hide nothing from them. You want marriage and family with them. You thank the universe for them. You truly love them.

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gigglyirwin · 4 years

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Hi, can I pls get a ship? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I’m quiet around people who don’t know me, my resting b*tchface can scare people away at first, but once you get to know me I don’t shut up 😂 I’m pretty funny, love having fun and I don’t take life too seriously, I’m very honest/loyal and always there for a friend in need. I would do anything for the people I love. My hobbies include writing, reading and singing/making music. Thank you so much & I love you, you’re amazing 🤍

Luke wasn’t feeling good and you could tell. He tossed and turned all throughout the night and today, he was cooped up on the couch under a couple blankets. He was in and out of sleep all day, but wouldn’t admit to not feeling good.

It wasn’t until his fever spiked that he became truly miserable. He looked pitiful, super pale and just completely out of it. You brought him some medicine to lower the fever and a mug of tea, hoping that would help too.

“Can you sing to me?” Luke asked. He had his head on your chest, completely snuggled up to you.

“Sure,” you smiled. Luke loved it when you sang to him. He always sang to you when you were sick or couldn’t sleep, so it was only fair that you return the favor.

CALM lyric: “call me in the morning to apologize”

Compliment: i love your icon and the gif of your header. love ariana and the dolan twins

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SHIPS ARE CLOSED

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nostalgiabones · 4 years

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Hi, can I pls be added to your taglist? 🥺 I love your writing 💗

Hi angel, of course!! Thank you so much💘

#answered #taglist #ammwritings

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ethanhes · 4 years

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Omg your gifsets 🥺🥺🥺 I’m once again spending valentine alone (are we surprised? NO) but your gifs made me feel like I’m spending it with the twins, I wish it was real 🥺 thank you for always being even better than my expectations, your talent is out of this world I can’t ❤️ have a nice day my lovely, you deserve it all ❣️🌹

I LOVE your requests, you're so creative.🥺 I'm glad I did a good job. I hope you're having a nice day as well. Love you!🤍

#ammwritings #answered*

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dangerosajones · 6 years

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Night driving in the freezing fog, wondering whatever happened to Art Bell. Now I'm home nice and warm, wondering the same thing. #ammwriting #amreading #authorlife #author #authorconfessiosn #writer #writerslife #writing #authors #Indieauthor #spooky http://pic.twitter.com/L63hYGjBoD

— Dangerosa Jones (@DangerosaJones) January 9, 2018

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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oooohhh this is so interesting!! could you maybe do a psychoanalysis on his fashion choices? x

oooooo anne you picked a good one omg okay so imma break it down into two categories of fashion: price point and actual style

i think the price point of calum’s fashion is actually quite low considering his job. we see him always wearing those tank tops and they’re the hanes brand, even though we know he could afford gucci tank tops if he wanted to. this suggests a money-saving mindset which probably stems from his childhood. let me explain. in the ‘how did we end up here’ documentary, he bought those tickets for those fans and said ‘i understand, because growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money’ and ‘i didn’t go to a concert until my own’. his lack of money in his childhood leaves me to believe he’s more frugal, including with his fashion choices. we’ve seen him wear a gucci shirt once or twice and nice things on the red carpet, which i believe his stylists supply for him when he’s needed for work. but i don’t think he goes all out at all with his pricing. it’s interesting that he’s adapted the money-saving mindset when i find that some people who grew up without a lot of money tend to spend it quickly. this mindset comes from ‘we don’t know when we’re going to have money next so let’s spend it’. instead, calum has a ‘let’s save it and budget it’. i think that’s especially interesting considering how well his job pays. i’m not sure i can explain that part, but i think he continues with this mindset because he is close to his parents and wants to kind of make them proud.

his actual style is interesting. it has changed a lot since youngblood. youngblood was kind of, excuse me for saying this, unoriginal. it was just button-down shirts, some boots or runners and skinny jeans. i mean, god he looked good during the youngblood era, but unoriginal (i’m so sorry). his style now is a lot darker, but i find it interesting because he appears to be in a more positive, happier mindset. but i’m the same way if i do say so myself. i wore dark colours, but rather plain clothing. when i started expressing myself more, the colours were dark, but there were more chains and more leather and baggier clothes and just a grungier style. i think this is similar with calum. we no longer internalise the darkness in our minds and let it affect us, so calum naturally wears what he feels is right to him and that changes with the different mindset he’s holding. he appears to be taking care of himself more as well in the health bracket, so it leads me to believe and support that the darkness he had in his mind for a while has dissipated quite a bit, so he’s naturally more comfortable with his style changing. he seems more comfortable with this new style and himself.

#isabella answers #isabella psychoanalyses #calum chats #about calum #5sos #5sos blurb #5sos series #calum hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood series #ammwritings

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ammwritings · 5 years

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feelings that come back are feelings that never left

Will they ever leave? Will I ever get over you?

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ammwritings · 4 years

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The tears in my eyes blurry my vision. Nothing is clear anymore without you. You were my rock, always there for me. The one who could get me through my darkest days.

You were my best friend. Flashbacks to the night I had to bury you, still keep me up at night. It left such a deep scar, I don’t know if it will ever heal. That night I felt like I buried a part of me, as if I buried my happiness along with you.

I don’t know if I can ever love someone the way I loved you. You were one of my best friends, one of the few people in my life who loved me unconditionally, no matter what I did.

I’m afraid of loving again. I can’t afford to lose someone again. It would be the last straw for me to break, and never being able to repair myself again.

Where did you go?

I should know the answer to that question, but I don’t want to face the truth yet. It’s a cold night and I don’t want to feel alone. Please tell me you’ll come over again, even if it’s just in spirit. I need to feel your presence. I don’t care if it’s just in my head.

You rescued me in a way. For ten years you were my reason to hold on, you gave me a purpose. Taking care of you made me feel like I was important. I always protected you from everything. I did everything in my power to make you happy, to avoid you hurting. I wish I could’ve protected you from the cancer, I wish that I could’ve taken your pain away. I couldn’t. The only solution was taking one of the hardest decisions in my life, but the only right thing to do for you. The last thing I could do for you.

Where are you? Where did you go?

I still don’t want to face the truth.

I keep hoping you’ll come home again.

Even if it’s in my dreams.

Billie Eilish — ilomilo

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ammwritings · 5 years

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“I just want to take cute pictures with you, be able to hold your hand, kiss your lips and lose myself in those wonderful eyes.”

I want you. I want everything with you. Waking up together, even if I look like a mess but you’d still think I’m beautiful. I want to hold your hand. Let your hand intertwine in mine any moment of the day. When we’re sitting next to each other, watching a movie or just talking about our day. When I’m stressed out about something, big or small, I just wanna feel you close to me.

I want you. I want everything with you. I want everything about you. All the flaws and bad things included. I don’t care about your past, I only want your future.

I want you.

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ammwritings · 5 years

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I can be needy, way too damn needy

If you take too long to reply to me, I can’t promise how I’ll react. There’s a chance I start overthinking. That I’m not good enough. That I did something wrong and made you mad. That you suddenly changed your mind about me and you’re done with me. But the reason I act that way is because I’m scared to lose you. That you’ll walk out of my life without an explanation, like many people already did.

Lately I’ve been on a rollercoaster. A lot of ups and downs. Trying to get a hold of my emotions, to understand them and to deal with them. One minute I’m fine, next second I’m overthinking everything in my life and can’t be happy. Lately nothing seems real and I’m not sure of anything. One thing I’m sure of is that I need you close.

I scream and shout for who I love and what I believe in. I get very passionate about things I care about, but I don’t give a fuck. I admit that I’m a little messed up. I can be very insecure at times and take it out on you. But I promise I can pretend I’m fine and nothing’s wrong in public.

I’m obsessive and I love too hard. I don’t love someone easily anymore, but when I do, I love hard. Almost obsessed, even. I would do anything for you and make you happy. Put you first, make your happiness my priority. Put your wants and needs above mine.

I know I can be needy. Way too damn needy. I just love the feeling of being wanted and needed. I’m the kind of person who needs attention and validation. I want to feel good enough and wanted. I know people care about me, but I don’t mind to be reminded every once in awhile.

I’m sorry that I’m up and down a lot. I’m sorry you have to put up with my mood swings. I’m sorry that you have to hear me tear myself down. I’m sorry that I think I’m not enough. I’m sorry that I need a lot of attention. I’m sorry that I immediately start thinking the worst when I don’t feel needed. I’m sorry for being needy. I’m sorry if I say sorry too much.

You can call me selfish, but after everything I’ve been through I can’t help it. I’m scared of opening up and tearing my walls down. I’m scared of being too vulnerable and end up hurt. I’m scared of giving too much love and stay left behind empty. I’m scared of loving too hard and not getting the love returned. But what you can trust is that once I love you, I love you so much. I won’t stop loving you anytime soon. You got me, I promise.

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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YOU REALLY HAD TO ADD PICS HUH?! Youngblood era Calum will forever have a special place in my heart 🥺 the brown hair + his style (leather jackets or button ups >>>>) + F*CKING BABYLON?!?! I can’t come to the phone right now cause I’m a dead girl walking tonight 💀

SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK

okay babylon???? BABYLON????? like that shit is my jam. i literally have it tattooed on me in his handwriting. imma have that shit FOREVER. part of the reason i got it though is because i was in a toxic relationship and the song is about being in that kind of a relationship and not knowing how to get out of the situation so i got it as a reminder to myself to never be in that kind of situation again

but there’s this one video of calum, it can be found here, that SENDS me. he sounds SO fucking good and then starts jamming out on his bass when he’s done singing his little heart out like holY FUCK i can’t, no, i can’t, GOODBYE. that song is GOD TIER, that FIT is GOD TIER, he is GOD TIER.

and then,,,, the brown hair and leather jackets like, let me include some pictures about how FINE this man looked during this era

like,,,,,,,,, i just - there’s something about yOUNGBLOOD era calum that absolutely seNDS me - i literally have no other way to put it so i just say ‘sends me’

like this man is a whole ASS snacc, look at his hair and his hands and his tan ass skin and that JAWLINE and his experimental STYLE and his confident ASS just looking GOOD AS SHIT

ya know what, Anne, imma go excuse myself to the bathroom and have a fucking good ass cry because that’s what i need right now

come talk to me about calum!

#isabella answers #about calum #ammwritings #calum chats

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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Hi, can I pls get a ship? I’m quiet around people who don’t know me, my resting b*tchface can scare people away at first, but once you get to know me I don’t shut up 😂 I’m pretty funny, love having fun and I don’t take life too seriously, I’m very honest/loyal and always there for a friend in need. I would do anything for the people I love. My hobbies include writing, reading and singing. I have light brown hair, green eyes and am around 5’5. Thank you so much for spreading positivity 🤍

Of course, my dear! Everyone needs a good dose of positivity!

Ship: Ashton | Calum | Luke | Michael

Reason: You and Calum have similar personalities, so it would mix well. You both seem like you have similar outlooks on life as well so that would be a good glue to your relationship! I can see you guys reading together outside in the sun with Duke. I’m gonna stop myself before I start crying-

Blurb:

“Whatcha reading?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Calum’s sitting back in a lounge chair near the pool, his tan chest bare in the sunlight, soaking up as much Vitamin D as possible.

“Nothing incredible,” he sighs, closing the cover of his book and looking up at you. His skin glows in the sun, his eyes reflecting like glitter in its rays.

“Hmm, do you want a recommendation?”

“Oh god, please,” he drags out, tossing the paperback to the lounge sitting next to him.

“The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce,” you say definitively. He raises his eyebrows,

“No synopsis, no nothing?”

“You need to read it to experience it. The only thing I will say is don’t focus on the story the narrator is telling it. Look at how the story is being told.”

“God, you’re so smart,” he mutters, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to the underside of your jaw.

Best Friend: Ashton | Calum | Luke | Michael

Reason: You would bond over your loyalty and honesty to your friends, making you the power platonic duo of friendships.

CALM Song + Lyric: Lover of Mine - “Kaleidoscope mind gets in the way”

Compliment: You sound like an amazing person to have as a friend! Loyalty and honesty will get you so many places, but don’t ever forget to put yourself first! You sound beautiful inside and out!

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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I’m always up to talk about Calum!! Let me do a small confession: I kinda miss his brown hair, but I also love the blonde 🥺

sksksksks i could talk about calum until the day i die-

but okay, i love the blonde on calum when his hair is longer, like.... when they were on the jimmy fallon show or whatever but his hair was PERFECT like that. i like it buzzed alright, but long blonde hair cal gets me going (those Coachella pictures SENT ME)

this fucking MAN, smoking a cigarette (i used to find this disgusting until i started smoking and then i just.......,,, changed) with his STUPID BLONDE hair and his STUPID sunglasses with his STUPID boots like oh my GOD i can’t no- i can’t-

like his hair is the PERFECT length here, truly, the perfect length. i love the blonde and the length of it. this is the blonde calum i worship

but like,,,, brunette calum???????? okay yeah give me a one way ticket to ride this boy and never come back. i love long-ish, shaved sides calum. but when he was straightening his long hair for a bit,,,,,, WHEWIEEEEEE

pour example:

this fucking photo, THIS FUCKING PHOTO, THIS FUCKING HAIR, actually does me in, like isabella who? sorry, she’s dead. i can take a message and use an ouija board to contact her if you like? like the rest of the guys look good in this, don’t get me wrong, but I ONLY SEE ONE MAN - CALUM THOMAS HOOD oh fuck me hood like seriously i can’t HANDLE this shit

he’s wearing a leather jacket, his hair is just,,,, stunning. tbh Youngblood era calum did EVERYTHINg for me and more ok

come talk to me about calum!

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ammwritings · 4 years

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broken home

They yell. They scream. They fight. About everything. The smallest and stupidest thing can lead to a huge fight. A fight where you never know how it ends. Are they finally breaking up? Will it end in a physical fight? Will I have to choose a side?

I hope. I pray. I’m waiting. Hoping that it will just stop. Praying it won’t end too bad. Waiting for all of the fighting to end. While doing that, I see the situation getting worse. Fights getting worse. Screaming getting louder. My parents drifting further away from each other. My heart breaking even more.

Your words cut like knives, even if they aren’t aimed at me. Hearing the words “this is the end” over and over again is something I’ll never get used to. You never know if it’s actually the end, or that it will just be the same again the next day. Will you leave us behind, physically? Because it looks like, in your head, you’ve already left us years ago.

When did all of this start, where did your love and happiness end? Was it when he cheated on you? When he belittled you about everything you did?

I asked myself and you many times why you married him, even though you knew who he was and what he was like. I can’t blame you for staying with him. What else were you supposed to do without a degree, without an income, with two children?

I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for us. You sacrificed your own happiness to give us everything we ever wanted and needed. But that doesn’t take away all the mental damage the years of fighting caused.

Why do I always have to pick a side? I know who’s right and who’s wrong, but I couldn’t care less about that. I just want it to stop. The blaming, the pointing fingers at each other, the pain it causes me every single time. Every single fight left a scar in me. Every battle made a little peace of me, and this home, break.

I’m stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

Broken Home — 5 Seconds of Summer

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