#calumisart

[lameguitarist-blog1]

i’m still wrapped around your motherfucking finger

[glittrjimin]

i have camp tomorrow and shan is blogsitting omg

[invisilum]

Ok but imagine bestfriend!Calum being so incredibly protective of you growing up. Like when you two were playing in one of your backyards and you’d trip and scrape your knee and he would stop everything he’s doing and run to you to make sure you’re ok and he sees the tears in your eyes so he starts making stupid jokes to try and make you smile and stop your lip from quivering and he’d be your crutch as you walk back to the house to tell one of your mom’s. Then when you would go to school with him and he would protect you from anyone who would take your crayons and make them give it back to you with one look. And when you two are in high school and you experience your first heartbreak, he would try to hurt the guy as much as he hurt you and oml I’m gonna stop now

[nyradragon]

i ship you with muke oh my god !! you'd be that edgy couple w michael and you'd be the rly cute n sweet couple w luke :) and uhh idk for the blurb can i have a simple best friend!whoever you ship me with omg idk

I just squealed so loud you don’t even understand! wow thank you (+you are incredible beautiful & u and cal would make some cute ass kids)

Ship: Calum | Luke | Michael | AshtonBest Friend: Calum | Luke | Michael | AshtonSecret Admirer: Calum | Luke | Michael | AshtonDrunk hookup: Calum | Luke | Michael | AshtonFirst to say “i love you”: you | him Who makes the first move?: you | him Who’s the big spoon?: you | him Who gives the other awful pet names?: you | him Who takes candids of the other?: you | him

And a little blurb if you want (just give me an idea pls)

Cal would have showed up at your doorstep with multiple packs of candy and a wide stupid grin on his face as he pushed his way through your door and walking into the living room dropping all the candy on the coffee table you’d just look over at boy rolling your eyes as you’d follow behind him “i was bored so i thought i’d come and annoy you.” he’d say tearing open one of the bags and popped the candy in his mouth as he patted the seat next to him. You’d spend most of your night chatting about dumb things as you’d be sitting on the couch he’d be sitting on the floor between your legs with his head resting on your thigh you’d be running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly tugging slightly on the curls you’d hear cals soft snores fill the room making you chuckle quietly as you poked his cheek causing him to shift and mumble nonsense before titling his head back a bit to look up at you he’d open one eye studying your face before he’d give you a tired smile and whispering a soft “Hey.”

hope this is okay sorry if this is shit? aha

Ships/blurbs?

[airplnss]

credit for new lil icon

[puckerupmikey]

okay but Calum would be the type of bf to take pics of you around the house. all. the. damn. time. He would be chasing perfect aesthetic, snapping hundreds of pictures of you so he can make it his lockscreen. His camera roll would fill up so fast, because he’d have pictures of you doing even the most mundane things. You could just be cooking breakfast in nothing but your undies, or stepping out the bathroom with your hair still wet, and you’d turn around to find him trying so hard to be all artsy with the angle. “Wait babe, go back and let me get that shot again you look so pretty,” to which you roll your eyes. And there would be photos you didn’t know about, like when you were so engrossed listening to your music that you didn’t even know he was there, or when you fell asleep on his chest after reading your favorite book to him. But when it comes time to pick a lockscreen, he can’t decide which one “because they’re all his favorite.”

[lameguitarist-blog1]

when the shitty lighting and bad camera quality can't alter ur perfection

[glittrjimin]

anon hour anyone?

come chat with me

ask me really serious questions or completely weird crazy ones

come ask for advice if you need it

you can honestly just send in “balls” and ill reply

or just come tell me about your day or what you plan on doing within the next week or even vent to me

[cheerioliam-blog]

hey calumisart (omg im on my phone i have no idea how to @ u) I just wanna say thanks on behalf of everyone for what you’re saying right now because everyone is beautiful and they shouldn’t be putting themselves down but thank you so much for spreading positivity i appreciate you and what you stand for ❤

[romcomsimmer]

SHIPS!!!

so im like 12 away from 2k which is a really big goal for me so I wanted to do some rlly big ships to promo and celebrate! 

rules:

mbf me reblog this ship me + why!!! (if u dont add why ur not getting a ship tbh) or ask me a question!!!!! make sure you have an about or a face page! and you’ll get:

your boyfriend: your best friend: who has a crush on you: your frenemy: song: blog rate: compliment:

If this flops it never happened

[fakegirls]

hey !!

1. First impression: cool af 2. Truth is: shan ilu3. How old do you look: 164. Have you ever made me laugh:  yes !!5. Have you ever made me mad: noo6. Best feature: ur face7. Have I ever had a crush on you: of course 8. You’re my: friend?? 9. Name in my phone: shan // calumisart10. Should you post this too? i think u did??? 

doing these late but mutuals send me hey !!

[lipkits]

hey !

1. First impression: EVERYTHING ABT THIS BLOG IS AMAZING? AND CUTE? IM???2. Truth is: i rlly wanna talk n get 2 know you more! feel free 2 inbox me n stuff:D ALSO UR SO GORGEOUS3. How old do you look: 17/184. Have you ever made me laugh: probs5. Have you ever made me mad: nope6. Best feature: i honestly can’t decide i just wanna caress ur cute lil face in my hands bc ur SO FUCKING CUTE. im sorry. goodbye.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nah8. You’re my: “v aesthetically pleasing url” fam9. Name in my phone:10. Should you post this too?

MUTUALS send me “hey” and i’ll do this

[puckerupmikey]

AU: It’s a love-hate relationship when cocky soccer star Calum does something stupid and ruins something important to you. A/N: Just a lil something for Cal girls and those who swerve for him :) Feedback welcome and appreciated. Words: <1k

“Need a hand with that?”

Calum’s voice came up suddenly from behind you, but you didn’t need to see his face to know he was donning his signature Hood smirk. The cockiness practically oozed all over from his tone alone, sounding quite content to watch you scrub furiously at the stain on your shirt. It might have worked on the other girls, but you aren’t foolish enough to buy it. Hell, after what he did, you wouldn’t trust him to help you if your life depended on it.

Your art teacher stepped out the classroom for just a few minutes to go grab more supplies when Calum and his buds started their indoor soccer match, against the will of the rest of the class. But those boys didn’t care. They never did. They were hankering to kick the ball around, complaining they hadn’t played since two periods ago, and nothing was going to stop them. No one dared to say anything to the four big stars of the school’s soccer team. It grew to be a close match really, Hood and Hemmings tied with Clifford and Irwin at two points each. And they had miraculously managed to keep the classroom damage free—that is, until Calum scored the winning goal…on your painting. The ball flew straight through the canvas you’d spent the last three weeks working on. The easel came crashing down to the floor, but not before knocking over a tub of murky paint water, which so fortunately spilled on your t-shirt. Not just any shirt, but your new white shirt.

Now here you are, stuck inside wasting away your lunch period, trying to clean up the mess Hood and his gang so recklessly created. Your good-for-nothing teacher did absolutely nothing about the situation except tell you to fix it. Not just that, but the only other person who’s with you is the very same ass who started it all in the first place. And he’s not here to help. He’s here to pester you about it.

“A hand from you? No thanks. So you can kindly go fuck off.” You grumbled, giving up any last hope for your shirt to pull through this tragedy. There is no way the paint was coming out now. It’s a total goner. Huffing in defeat, you go over to your station, picking up the remains of your project and the broken easel.

“Oh, talented and feisty. Quite the combo” he muses.

­­­“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it or leave it Princess.”

You merely roll your eyes, deciding it’s not worth it to fight him anymore. Ignoring him is probably the better option, so you focus on the task at hand, bending over to wipe up some of the spilled paint and water. But he’s hard to ignore when you feel his eyes fixed on you, locked in some flustering stare. Rumors down the grapevine and bathroom stalls had it that Calum was a boob guy, so you aren’t surprised to look up and find him gazing directly at your chest. You’re offended just the same though.

“You shitting me Hood? It’s not enough for you to completely fuck up my new shirt and the painting that I spent night and day busting my ass off for? But now you feel entitled to help yourself to a view of my tits too? The hell do you—”

Your moving monologue comes to a grinding halt and your train of thought derails violently when he starts unzipping his black Adidas jacket. In stunned silence, you blink as he strips it off, revealing the jersey and toned inked arms he’d been hiding underneath. Two seconds ago you could have given an entire speech. Now you’re struggling for words, in utter disbelief as he hands over his jacket, the letters HOOD in large white font peering up at you.

“Just noticed that the water is kind of making your shirt see-through. I suggest you wear my jacket.”

“I-I uh…”

“Look, if you really hate me so much that you’d rather walk around the rest of the day with yourself on display than wear my jacket, then fine. Be my guest. But my offer won’t stand forever so—”

“Take it or leave it Princess?” you finish for him. He nods, offering a small half smile. To your own surprise, you find yourself growing weak to the little crinkles forming by his eyes, and flash a bigger smile back. You grab his jacket and slip it on, the lingering scent of Calum sweeter than one might imagine. “Why are you being nice now?”

“Believe it or not, I have a sister and I can’t stand the thought of dick-headed boys making comments at her. She told me no girl deserves that. I don’t want you getting comments either.” Surely this was Calum Hood speaking, but damn does he sound like an entirely different person. How had he gone all these years without showing you he could actually be a decent person? A gentleman even?  “Besides, getting you mad is cute and all, but it has its limits. Passed a certain point, you’re just scary when you’re pissed.”

“I’ll take that one as a compliment” you chuckle.

“Good, because I meant it as one Princess.”

God you’re trying hard to still hate him. But when he grabs a rag and crouches down to help scrub up the spill’s leftovers, a part of you hopes you’ll be spending lunch with him in his soccer jacket more often.

[lameguitarist-blog1]

when ur so cute it hurts

[glittrjimin]

okay so just a little thing here for the uneducated assholes that keep telling calumisart she’s not Filipino because she doesn’t speak tagalog or live there. There’s this word, called ethnicity right? I hope you all know what it means, because if you don’t, and you say that being Italian or German is your Nationality, I’m just going to assume you were born there, and lived there for a while before you lived lets say in California, because if that’s not the case then you’re using the wrong terms. Your Nationality is where you come from, what nation you were born in, and are a citizen of. So if you born in America, your nationality is American. Your ethnicity is what makes up you, so that’s when you can say you’re 5% German or 20% Italian. There’s a big difference between the two words, so let me break this down for you. Shannen doesn’t have to speak or live or even celebrate the culture of the Philippines just because it is her ethnicity. So stop pestering her about it because you’re all wrong. Her Nationality is Canadian because that’s where she was born. Just because she is Filipino does not under any circumstances mean that she has to speak tagalog or live there. Leave her alone, because you’re all uneducated and bothering her on something you should have learned in 7th grade. This subject is still being taught in 11th, get with the program people. 

[adorue]

late night photo shoot ✨🌿