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slvt4subchratt · 1 month ago

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maybe in another life i’m a gorgeous and skinny young adult in the 2000s with a huge closet with hundreds of clothes, strolling around new york on stilettos with coffee in one hand and a pink flip phone in another as she walks into 2000s style barnes and noble to meet her friends before going to a tokio hotel album signing in virgin megastore in times square and taking a picture of dreadlocks tom kaulitz in her pretty bedazzled digital camera 😞

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slvt4subchratt · 1 month ago

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I'm tired of the tom mafia/gang fanfics, give me some originality please.

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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maturing is realizing smut books will never compare to fanfics

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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take me back to podcast monday, random vid wednesday, and car video friday. pls. love the bitchlets but i miss that era 💔💔💔

i hope they do wtv is best for them im just dramatic bc we haven’t gotten a car video in so long 😔💔

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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ILYYYY omg

@ariastur9z @bernardsbendystraws @chrispycremedonut @sturnsxbbyeilish

(Und natürlich Costa <33 @pemisworld aber du zählst nicht richtig weil ich kenn dich ja in echt)

favirote moots?

(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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LOVEEEE THIS

FIRST MEET

in which... artist!reader and writer!matt meet each other for the first time

warnings: mentions of sh, but none otherwise!

You stared at the canvas laying out on the ground, trying to think of an idea. Today is like any other day, spending hours painting, drawing, or sculpting. Your studio was like a second home, you even brought in a comfy mustard yellow couch in case you ever spent the night.

Grabbing various paint tubes and bottles, your idea came to life. As you set everything on the ground, you hear muffled talking and laughing outside your door, then a knock.

Confused, you stand up and open the door. You're greeted by your neighbor, Logan, with a huge grin on his face. Logan was a music producer, and his studio just so happened to be next door to you.

"Hey Y/N! I uh-" He starts.

"Forgot your keys at home?" You interrupt, a small smirk crawling onto your face.

Logan nods, laughing. Your eyes catch onto the man behind him, who's shuffling his feet awkwardly, but smiling politely.

You bring your attention back to Logan. "C'mon," You gesture them into your studio, "Y'all can come in while I find my keys. They're somewhere in here." They walk in behind you, eyes darting around.

"It's somehow more colorful than last time." Logan comments. The man with him chuckles, admiring the art.

"Whatcha planning?" Logan suddenly asks, looking at the empty canvas on the ground surrounded by paint.

You turn to look at what he's referring to, laughing. "Oh yeah. I was planning on going crazy. Like chucking paint on it and stuff."

The mystery man raises his eyebrows. "Sounds fun." He says, brushing his messy brown curls out of his face. Logan's voice snaps you out of staring.

"Can we help?" He asks, grinning ear to ear.

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at them both. "Sure? Don't know if that's your thing. It'll be messy."

Logan pats down his sweater. "Hate this sweater anyway."

You look at the mystery man, who shrugs.

"Y'all don't need to like... record? Or something? Whatever you're here for." You ask, grabbing aprons for them.

"Yeah- oh! I'm sorry! This is my friend Matt, he's a writer. We're brainstorming stuff today." Logan says, gesturing towards Matt.

You walk over, handing the aprons to them. "Hi Matt." You say timidly, nerves kicking in, giving him the apron.

"Hey." He says softly, taking the apron from you, gently smiling.

You grab the big canvas, setting it up against the wall. "So, there's really no rules. Except make sure the white of the canvas can't be seen. I want it to be messy." You say.

They both nod. You grab a pink paint bottle, Logan grabs green, and Matt grabs a yellow one.

Matt immediately pours the paint into his hand, holding it like he's trying to mold a snowball. You roll up your sleeves. "Ready?" He asks. You and Logan nod, giggling. "Yeah."

Chaos ensues. There's paint everywhere. In your clothes, hair, face, you name it.

"Fuck! My hair's gonna be green forever!" Logan yells, trying to swipe away the glob of paint that sits atop his blond hair.

You giggle. "You're only making it worse," you look towards the chaotic canvas, "I think we're done throwing. Should we wash our hands?" You ask.

Logan nods. Matt shakes his head. You grab the canvas, laying it flat against the floor now.

Matt sits across from you by the canvas. He looks at you, a soft twinkle in his eye, smiling. "What's next?" He asks, hands covered in yellow.

"Hand prints? Finger painting?" You say, tilting your head. Who is this guy? He's so comfortable even though we're strangers?

Matt nods, and places his hand in the corner, leaving a yellow hand print. You put your pink one in the opposite corner. Logan soon joins you two, leaving random swirly patterns throughout.

You softly gasp. "We need glitter." You say as you stand up, going to your shelves to find the bucket of it.

"Oh fuck no. I hate glitter." Logan says, going to wash his hands again. "You like glitter Matt?"

Matt shrugs. "Not really. But I'm having fun." He says, looking at you with a grin.

"You don't have to stay." You say to Logan. He nods. "Yeah, think I'll go get food. You guys want something?" He asks, grabbing his stuff.

You shake your head. "Black coffee if they have it?" Matt requests. Your jaw drops.

"At this hour?" You say, staring at Matt.

"One day it'll catch up to you." Logan rolls his eyes as he walks out, leaving you and Matt together.

Matt looks up to you as you sit down. "You don't like black coffee?"

"Nope. I'd rather have like, a lemonade." You respond, setting the bucket of glitter in your lap.

He hums. "Fitting."

You look up at him quickly. "Fitting?" He nods, chuckling.

"Of course."

You somehow managed to talk to Matt for 10 minutes. Usually, you'd never talk this much to someone you didn't know.

"Are you doing okay?" Matt suddenly asks. You look towards him, confused.

"Yeah? Why?"

He shuffles a little closer to you. "I just-" he breathes, "I noticed these on your arm and was worried." He says pointing to your arm, lightly tapping across your scars.

You gulp, taking a deep breath. "Yeah I- I'm better." You whisper. No ones noticed that before.

He smiles. "That's good." He says gently, resuming to the artwork. You sit there in silence, your head clouded with thoughts. Matt's voice cuts through it.

"Well, I think we have enough glitter. It's embedded into my skin." Matt says, putting his hands up to show you how much there is. "What else do we add?"

You giggle. "Uhh... ooh! Buttons?"

"Sure. Whatever you think will look best." He says standing up, going to finally wash his hands.

You also stand up, grabbing the jar of buttons, and washing your hands after he's done.

He picks up the jar. "You got a container for everything?"

You walk back over, sitting back down with him. "Pretty much."

Opening the jar, Matt spills them out onto the floor next to the canvas.

"Oh my god. This one is so pretty!" You squeal, picking up a pink, shiny, flower-shaped button. "And this one! Oh my god!" You continue picking up buttons, admiring them all, while Matt's admiring you.

He laughs. "You seem to like buttons." He says, picking up a brown, wooden one.

You nod enthusiastically. "I love buttons." Why does he make it so easy?

15 minutes later, you and Matt are laying around talking when Logan finally walks in with the food.

"Traffic was so bad, I wanted to die." He says. "Hey, are you ready to go soon? I have to go pick up my dog from my mom's house." Logan asks Matt.

Matt nods, standing up. He grabs his stuff from the coffee table: phone, wallet, keys, and a journal. He walks back to you, sticking his hand out. "C'mon."

You grab his hand, standing up. "Thanks." You mumble. You turn to look at Logan. "Thank you guys for helping! Sorry for interrupting the brainstorming sesh." You say.

Logan shakes his head. "Nah, I had more fun here." He opens the door.

Matt nods, walking out with him.

"See ya button." He winks as he closes the door behind him.

a/n: woo! do we like this or no

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

artist!reader x writer!matt: @oopsiedaisydeer @lyingonchris

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHA

I farted so loud my grandpa started to have WW2 flashbacks 😭😭😭

Reblog to pray for grandpa 🙏⚰️🕊

@vxncevis @starrii-sturns @slut4christopherr @slvt4subchratt

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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Thank you for the tag babes <333

Tags: @sturnsxbbyeilish @chrispycremedonut @viviansturns

tag game!!!

look up a food, a drink, and what you’re gonna watch!!! tag some friends!!! anyone in the fandom can participate!!!

some tags but anyone is allowed to join in!!! - @annasturns @strnilolover @sturnsblogs @muwapsturniolo @chrisbratt333 @lovesturni0l0s @sturniolo-fann @sturniolo-szn2

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slvt4subchratt · 2 months ago

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Bro necrolust (live in Leipzig) is genuinely SO underrated UGHHHH

tags:

(Sorry if you already got tagged) @ariastur9z @chrispycremedonut @viviansturns @sturnsxbbyeilish

tag game ౨ৎ

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slvt4subchratt · 3 months ago

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Thank you <333

BREATHE OUT

in which... you come out to bsf!nick :)

warnings: lil bit of anxiety but other than that none!

You had always admired Nick for being so confident in his sexuality, and not being afraid to talk about it. So why have you never told him? You had no clue. There really was no reason to hide from him, or Matt and Chris.

It's currently 3 am, and you're laying in Matt's bed as you usually do when you sleep over, but you can't fall asleep. You just texted Nick: "you awake?", and he immediately replied: "Yeah what's up?". You sigh, the nerves getting to you as you look over at Matt, who's dead asleep, sprawled out on his side of the bed. Thank god.

You grab your phone off the nightstand, and slowly get up, trying to not make a sound. You successfully get out of bed without making a noise, but as soon as you start walking your ankle cracks. You freeze, staring at Matt, waiting for any movement or sign that he woke up. He didn't. You breathe, continuing to take light steps out of his room, gently closing his door as you exit.

You make your way upstairs, to Nick's room. Taking a deep breath, you lightly knock twice, pressing your ear to the door to listen for him. You hear a "Yeah!" and you open his door and walk in.

He's laying in bed, one arm resting behind his head. His room was always so cozy, the fairy lights adding a calming ambiance to your nervousness. Nick looks up at you when you shut the door, smiling and dropping his phone. "Hi!"

You smile timidly, making your way over to his bed. "Hey." you say, sitting down.

He furrows his eyebrows. "You okay? Something happen?" He sits up, leaning against his headboard now.

You draw your lips into a tight line, hands fidgeting in your lap, sighing as you look away. "I... can I talk to you about something?"

Nick tilts his head. "Of course. You always can."

"This is something... this is something I've kept from you for years. I don't know why, but I did. It's nothing against you, it's just..." Your voice wavers, your breathing growing quicker.

He nods, urging you to continue.

"I like girls." You finish, trying to hold back your tears, hands shaking. There's silence for about 4 seconds, which doesn't help, then he speaks up.

"Really? Are you being for real?" You look at Nick, and he has the biggest smile on his face, hands clasped together. You nod.

He leaps onto you, bringing you in for the world's tightest hug. "Y/N!!! I'm so happy!!!" He exclaims, pulling back to look you in the eyes, his smile somehow bigger than before.

You laugh, letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "Really?"

He looks at you as if you just said the sky is green and the grass is blue. "Um. Yes? Hello? I'm really so happy Y/N, ugh." He brings his hands to his eyes to wipe away tears.

"Are you crying? Why are you crying?" You ask giggling, your voice filled with confusion.

"Stop!" He laughs, "I'm so super proud of you. Like actually. This is a big moment, c'mon Y/N!" He hits your shoulder playfully. You shrug.

You look down at your hands in your lap. "I'm sorry for never telling you. You deserve to know." Nick looks at you like you personally offended him, again, and shakes his head.

He grabs your hands. "Do. Not. Be. Sorry. Seriously! It takes so much strength to tell someone, and I'm so glad you told me." He grins, his eyes glimmering with pride. "I'm proud of you."

You nod, his words sinking in. You start to tear up again, going up to wipe your face until he pulls you into another hug. Nick rubs your back soothingly, "You deserve to love. Your voice deserves to be heard. Don't be afraid to speak up, okay? I'm always here. I'm always on your side."

He pauses "...Besides, why were you scared to tell me? I get the nerves and stuff, but c'mon girl I'm like the gayest guy alive!" He laughs.

You laugh with him, your anxiety starting to melt away. You sit in his bed for another hour, talking about everything under the sun: your first girl crush, when you realized you were queer, celebrity crushes...

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The next morning, you're sitting on the couch with Chris when Matt walks in.

"Hey... where'd you sleep last night? Woke up in the middle of the night and you were gone." Matt speaks, yawning.

You gulp. "I was with Nick, we were both wide awake so we watched Ru Paul together." You lie.

Matt seems to believe it, as he nods and goes into the kitchen to make breakfast. You get a notification from your phone, a text from Nick.

"Come to my room."

"Asap :)"

You stand up, making your way to his room. When you walk in, he is practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"Oh god.." You say, eyeing him with confusion.

He shakes his finger. "No girl, I just remembered Matt and Chris made a bet on you."

"What?" You stare at him, bewildered. Nick giggles.

"Chris had a suspicion you were gay, but Matt didn't buy it. So... Matt owes Chris 500 bucks if you tell him."

Your jaw basically hits the floor. "Are you serious?"

Nick grins. "Dead."

You grin back. "I'm gonna ruin this kid's wallet."

Coming out was terrifying, but when you had Nick's support, it made everything scary fade away.

a/n: happy pride! trying to write lots of nick stuff this month :) send me some ideas!!

taglist! : @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar

divider by: @aquazero

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slvt4subchratt · 3 months ago

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YESSSS

16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy

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slvt4subchratt · 3 months ago

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Omg I loved this cause I came out to one of my best friends too on June 1st 😍😍