James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

seen a lot of these with your favorites, but reblog with the CURRENT book you are reading, show you are streaming, the last movie you watched, and any game/puzzle/crafts you’re working on 

via Calum’s Instagram Post | 8/11/2021

CalumHood: Back by unpopular demand

the beginning | c.h.

Calum meets you under the sun with candies on the ground and his heart on his sleeve. He can’t explain the sudden and heart dropping infatuation he feels when he looks at you. He can’t help but wonder if this is the beginning of something special.

Or, the long awaited for beginning to dates with cal

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The grass is lush beneath Calum, poking up along the edges of the blanket laid out on the ground. The sun shines above, only a few white clouds drift by in the afternoon breeze. The park is alive with people roaming about, with chatter and the sounds of nature all around him. Ashton sits to his left, goes on and on about the next album and what they should be working on. It’s important, Calum knows that, but his attention is elsewhere. He’s drawn into the sight of shadows cutting across a stranger’s face. To the way leaves scatter around the lone person and the fervency in flipping pages of a worn out novel.

My good people, I give you: Amatonormativity.

There are no people in what I’ve written. Only ghosts. — Susan Sontag

Getting Ahead of Ourselves

Summary | It’s a dangerous game of keeping your heart in check when the handsome lacrosse player in your biology class asks for your help, and he’s determined to weasel his way into your life one disarming smile at a time.

Pairing | college! lacrosse player!tom holland x tutor!reader

Warnings | minimal sport puns, inappropriate references involving a lacrosse stick, off the chart soft vibes, defiling of a library bookshelf, a wild harrison, smut (oral - f receiving, implied hand job) 18+ only

WC | 15k

A/N | let me just say that I know nothing about lacrosse except for what this guy I sat next to in my english class senior year of high school taught me so I dedicate this to you, Matt. I sincerely hope you never see this x

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Your body does not exist for other people’s consumption

I really think that, similar to how looking at advertising and influencers and such for too long can be bad for your own self-image, listening only to professionally-recorded and produced songs can change how you view music as a whole, and that’s dangerous

guess what! you can sing! and I don’t mean like, “just try, I’m sure you’ll sound fine! :)” no, I mean that as a human being, as a creature on this earth, you can and should vibrate your vocal chords to make a variety of sounds, in whatever way makes you happy, no matter what the fuck it sounds like to anybody else

hey! nobody actually has a perfect voice! nobody sings the correct notes 100% of the time! almost every musical artist uses some form of pitch correction these days! and that’s okay, for the most part!

but if you can, please listen to people sing, just random average people. find some friends and sit in a circle and sing your favorite camp songs. tell bad jokes, and laugh together, and take turns singing whatever is in your soul! fuck, just start singing bohemian rhapsody somewhere, or piano man, and listen to everyone when they join in, and hear how different their voices all sound

music and singing aren’t just for people who can do it well enough to make money from it! you should sing whenever you have the chance, because you’re alive, and because you can, and you don’t need any better reason than that!

and before anyone jumps in with, “pfft, if you heard my voice, you wouldn’t want me to sing-” I’ve just got to say, like. listen.

listen.

I love music. you know I do; I run a music blog (well, insomuch as anything I make can be called “music”) and I listen to music all the time

but the best music I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life has come from regular people, not professional singers. people whose voices crack and who sometimes can’t hold a tune to save their lives, but who sing because they want to, because they know that music doesn’t belong just to people who can “make it” in the entertainment industry - it belongs to everybody.

that means you, too

and no matter if you’re bad at it - or if you think you’re bad at it - if you want to sing, you can! and if you want to listen to other people sing, you can find a way to do that, too

that’s all

acknowledgments, danez smith

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A story about a girl who likes movies more than she likes people, a boy who holds the world in the palm of his hands, three cities that hold a piece of them captive in the cracks of the pavement, and fourteen years of always being just close enough, but never nearly there.

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May your August be filled with love and growth.

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Pisa, Italy by simplyblue

Heartbreak Girl ✮ t.h. smut ✮ teaser

lead singer!tom x fem!reader

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Summary: Tom’s been in love with you for years, but he’s never had to confidence to tell you. Instead he’s been there to pick up the pieces whenever someone else breaks your heart.

Words: ~15k it’s what I’m aiming for anyway

Warnings: for the whole fic: SMUT 18+, best friends to lovers, angst, reader being in a kind of toxic relationship with someone else (before breaking up, no cheating), (horny) idiots in love, loosely inspired by 5SOS’s Heartbreak Girl

A/N: I’ve worked so hard on this one so please don’t let it flop lmao. If you don’t know/haven’t heard Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer before I highly recommend listening to it before or while reading :)) 

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Tom lifts his water bottle to his lips and empties within seconds. He always gives everything on stage, and that means he’s thirsty as if he hadn’t had water in years after every gig. He screws the bottle shut and throws it into the bin in the corner of the small dressing room. He raises his arms up in victory, the rest of the band applauding him. He doesn’t always aim this well. Today must be a good day for him, he thinks. 

But that thought is quickly pushed aside as the door to the dressing room opens, and you step inside, followed by your boyfriend. Maybe it’s not a good day after all.

“You guys were amazing!” There’s the biggest smile on your face, and Tom immediately mirrors it. Your smile is contagious; it always is.

“Thanks, love. So were you.” He gets up from his seat on the sofa and pulls you into a hug.

“Ew, you’re sweaty!” You protest, trying to wriggle yourself out of his grasp. Tom throws his head back with a laugh, but lets go of you anyway. As much as he’d like to keep holding you, he can’t.  

“Nice show.” Drew nods his head at Tom, the expression on his face grim. 

“Cheers.” He reciprocates the nod, then looks back at you. “The lads and I are going to my place in a bit. You wanna join?” He’s only asking you, but he’s aware that he’ll have to deal with Drew as well.

“I can’t.” Your mouth pulls into a frown. “I promised Drew I’d go to this party with him.” 

“Yeah, and we gotta go now.” Drew grumbles, and it takes everything in Tom not to roll his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” You push your bottom lip forward a little, and Tom wishes he could just lean in and take it between his teeth before covering your lips with his. Tom blinks the mental image away. Not useful. At all.

“It’s okay. Next time” He forces a smile.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” You squeeze his forearm, his skin burning at the contact. He’s way too far gone for you. He’s a hopeless case.

“Yeah, okay. Have fun.” He wants to at least place a kiss on your cheek, but he knows it’s the wrong thing to do. Especially with your boyfriend right there. So he opts for a friendly squeeze on your shoulder.

And then you leave.

When Tom turns around, he’s met with the pitiful looks of his bandmates. “What?” He grumbles and lets himself fall onto the worn sofa again.

“You’re so far gone for her, mate.” Harrison shakes his head. Tom knows that denying it won’t work. These guys know him better than anyone, and they’re the only ones who know how he feels about you. “Will you ever tell her?” 

“Unlikely.”

coming soon if you want to be tagged in this one shot please send me an ask! <3

tagging some people who might be interested: @spidermanlondon​ ☆ @duskholland​ ☆ @heyhihellowhatsup0​ ☆ @annathesillyfriend​ ☆ @hazofmyheart​ ☆ @emilykjh​ ☆ @alinastarkrovs​ ☆ @sinisterspidey​ ☆ @lovebittenbyevans​ ☆ @miraclesoflove​ ☆ @seasidetom​ ☆ @selfcarecap​ ☆ @missevrythingg​ ☆ @screamholland​ ☆ @softholand​  @hotforharrison​ ☆ @osterfield-holland-andcompany​ ☆ @worldoftom​​ ☆ @thecodyexpress​​ ☆ @greenorangevioletgrass​​ ☆ @rosyparkers​​ (I’ll probably be tagging you guys in the one shot as well bc I’m scared of the thing flopping lmao)