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tumblr has defiled my sense of humor and now I’m on this new tier of humor that no one in real life understands

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i will literally recognise a fall out boy song within the first 1.5 seconds of it playing, but as soon as you ask me what the name of the song is, I WILL NOT KNOW. 

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Were you Impressed?

(A Calum Hood Imagine )

  “Cal where is my laptop?” You called into the kitchen, as you searched under the covers in your bed for the third time. Your boyfriend Calum Hood had been on it all night, and it was nowhere to be found. “Cal?” You shouted again, still no response. Oh you do not want to ignore me Hood, you thought to yourself. I am in no mood for your bullshit today. You threw the covers on the bed and stomped off in search off him.

“Calum I’m not screwing around, where is my laptop?” You shouted rounding the corner of the living room. “You Asshole!” you exclaimed, seeing him on the couch. The minute your eyes met with his you knew something was wrong. “Calum baby what’s wrong?” You said, rushing over to the couch. His eyes shined with tears, and his lip trembled. He was trying to push it off to no avail. He turned you’re laptop and your eyes widened at the photo before you.

“I can’t believe it…” He said, turning away. A screenshot of a Snapchat where Calum’s manhood was showing covered the screen. A grimace covered your features as you realized the origins of a picture a tweet. Someone had leaked nude photos of Calum and he was devastated. You pulled him in for a hug and he pulled you on top of him, crying into your neck. After his sobs died down he pulled away and you simply ran your fingers through his hair calming him.

“I sent those photos to my ex in confidence...” He rambled, heaving after every couple of words from crying to hard. “I never thought she would do that to me…I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay Cal don’t apologize babe” You tried to sooth him but he was in tears again. “Calum don’t apologize you did nothing wrong, aside from putting your trust in someone’s hands who didn’t deserve it. She’s the one who should be sorry for being such a losermeaniehead.”

“Did you just call her a losermeaniehead?” Cal said, giggling a bit.

“Well…maybe” You blushed, and he laughed.

“I love you so much (y/n), you always know how to make me feel so much better.” He pressed his lips gently to your forehead. You pulled away and pressed your lips to his. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running over yours asking for silent permission. You opened your mouth, and his tongue darted in. He pulled away gently.

“Can I ask you a question?” Calum said suddenly.

“Umm…yes” You stuttered.

“Were you impressed?” Calum asked smirking. A shy smile appeared on your face, and you nodded mumbling a small ‘very’.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He said devilishly, stealing another kiss from you're lips.

  *Author’s Note*

Thought this might brightened your day loves, it sure brightened mine writing it.  After I heard the news about the nudes, the idea just came to me. I'm so sorry I've been so inactive, it's been a busy summer <3

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i’m one of those annoying people who’s always like “omg i know that actor from somewhere omg i recognize them whAT WERE THEY IN” when watching tv shows/movies who then proceeds to look it up on their phone and inform everyone that said actor was an extra in an episode of some stupid 90s sitcom once

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no

the world is NOT a beautiful place

there is a fish that swims up urethras, anglerfish males dissolve their own face and turn into a gonad in order to reproduce, and there is a bug that drills his dick into the female because they don’t have vaginas

the world is a horrifying place

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I love the animation in Fullmetal Alchemist. I love how it can go

from this

to this

and not seem odd at all

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When we’re young our parents embarrass us…

But there gets to be a point where we start to embarrass  them… 

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Now placing bets on when Lucas will get a tattoo now that he’s eighteen.

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Imagine Boxer Luke ready to leave, with his bag hung over his broad frame, work out shorts hanging low from his hips and a hoodie being the only thing covering him, exposing his bare chest. His arm would be wrapped around you while you sniffled into his neck. “Why do you have to go?” You would mumble into him. “Y/N you know I have to” He would breathe out. “Its not even legal Luke” Your eyes would be glossy as you looked up at him. “I know, I know” His hand would caress your face as you cried into his arm, small hands rubbing his bare chest. “Please?” You would question. “I cant babe” He would whisper, “I cant stay” He would breathe again, “I will be back in a couple of hours, don’t wait up” He would say, walking you to your bed. “Ok” You would exhale, putting on his plaid shirt. He would kiss your head and walk through the door. 3 hours later, headlights would shine through your front window; you would run out the door and jump on him, as he chuckled pulling you into his embrace. You would look up and see his lip and cheekbone cut and bruising, you would pull him inside, sit him down and start cleaning the blood from his face. “So?” You would ask. “So, you should see the other guy” Luke smiled at you, strong hand soothing your jittery arms. “I’m glad your ok” You would whisper. “No more fighting” He would smile, moving his head into your chest, so you could hold him. “Promise?” you would ask, “Promise” He would smile, looking up at you knowing that in the next week to come you would be right by him, when he was entering his next fight.  whoalucas

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5sos on the topic of hot dogs

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attention passengers this is your pilot speaking, we’re going to be experiencing some heavy turbulence shortly so please strap in. this loser just bet that i couldn’t do a 360 barrel roll in this thing and let’s just say i’m about to be $20 richer real soon

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lindsaydaniella:

ALL TIME LOW NOTHING PERSONAL - first lines

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