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i hate when girls feel dumb for trying to see the best in people and then end up hurt or disappointed like no!! it’s those people that were dumb for misleading you. they took advantage of your kindness and generosity, and they’ll rot for it 

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do you want to be a bookstore owner, cafe owner or a flower shop owner

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The 1975: Arenele Romance

Bucharest, Romania (26/06/23)

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not to be controversial but i hope ur having a nice day and if u aren’t i hope it gets better

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listening to music with headphones is so awesome especially when it shoots straight into your brain and you can pick out all its little layers like sandwich ingredients

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DRABBLES

last updated :: 24th apr 2023

*:･ﾟ✧stranger things

steve harrington

eddie munson

jonathan byers

*:･ﾟ✧marauders era

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

poly!marauders

*:･ﾟ✧the amazing spiderman

tasm!peter parker

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june will be filled with good news.

june will be filled with blessings.

june will be filled with progress.

june will be filled with happiness.

june will be filled with new experiences.

june will be filled with love.

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top 10 fic writers💝

ooohhh get ready for some actual simping

@64yrsold (EVERYTHING, JUST EVERYTHING)

@the1975attheirverybest (subby matty, need i say more)

@toomuchracket (again, EVERYTHING but also bff, loml, someone i can be fully unhinged with)

@yourtouchismidas (ruins??? A MASTERPIECE!!! when i meet the band??? a masterpiece in the making)

@poisonmedaddy13 (no one will thirst after ross with me quite like her)

@cowboylor (oh the SMUTTTT)

@bookish-strawberry (beautiful, stunning, adorable, a cinnamon roll of a person and a very talented writer and he is objectively wrong if he tries to contradict this)

@shinycollarboneapologist (the bbf matty brainrot is so so real)

@ughgoaway (eternally grateful for bringing the bbf matty brainrot to me in the form of a full series)

@byyourside28 (the TORTUROUS SMUTTY SNIPPETS THAT TORMENT ME JESUS)

ask me my top 5/top 10 anything

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phoebe bridgers, julien barker, lucy dacus and matty healy at the same gig it's like coachella for tumblr's gays

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heavenly

word count: 946 warnings: none! notes: very short, very fluffy, hopefully not too boring !! also sorry for slight inactivity, school is going crazy lately :(

Raindrops flick periodically against the glass window. Soft afternoon light pours through into the room, slightly muted by the grey clouds that have taken over the sky. You turn the page of your favorite book and take note of how soft the paper seems, worn by years of rereading. This is tranquility – unbroken peace, the world existing only for you in this moment.

However, when you hear the familiar clicking noise of the front door unlocking, you decide there’s enough space for Matty as well.

Matty loudly calls your name in declaration that he’s home now. You don’t respond, knowing he’ll find you in only a matter of seconds. Sure enough, Matty is standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom when you look up from your book the next moment. He walks over without a word and flops face-down on the bed. It leaves a few of his dark curls askew, drooping over his forehead. You smile to yourself at the scene, gentle light illuminating his features, and you can’t help but reach a hand over to tousle his hair. He looks soft and tired like this, disheveled hair and weary eyes from an extensive day of work paired with his large, brightly colored sweater. “Long day?” you ask.

He sinks himself deeper into the blankets and mattress. You can just barely make out his dark eyes looking up at you as he nods and gives a muffled, “Yeah, exhausting.”

At his words, you place a bookmark on your page and set the book on the bedside table. “Come here,” you say, shifting the blankets to create an open space next to you. Matty groans dramatically as he drags his body closer to you, but you know he’s been waiting for this all day. You’re still sitting up while he lays against you, his head nuzzling your side and arms reaching around your waist. Matty hums happily when your hands return to his head, gently massaging his scalp and threading your fingers through his hair. 

You do this for a few minutes, letting Matty decompress. He practically purrs at your touch, and it’s no different when your hand travels from his head to his neck to his back, still massaging in small circles. “You feel like an angel,” he mumbles. 

“That good?”

“Yeah.” You can hear his smile through his words. “My angel.”

Matty knows he can get anything he wants if he sweet talks you like this for long enough, so instead of dignifying a response, you lean down to kiss his head. You let your lips cover as much area as possible for good measure before breaking away, almost dizzy from the overwhelmingly comforting smell of Matty himself. 

You lightly tap his shoulder and tug a bit on the collar of his sweater. No words need to be exchanged for Matty to adjust his position just enough to be able to slip out of his sweater, as well as the t-shirt underneath it. Immediately after, however, he curls back up next to you and grabs your wrist to guide you back to his skin. On any other day you would have been unable to keep down a suggestive remark at the sight of his muscles flexing and relaxing under your touch, but today you just shower him in gentle affection. You know it’s what he needs, and you’re the only person he wants it from.

The knots in his shoulders slowly undo themselves, and your nails lightly drag up and down his back. Matty’s breathing slows, falling into the familiar rhythmic pattern that tells you he’s fast asleep. You very carefully move his arm from your waist, trying not to wake him, then slide yourself down in bed to lay next to him. You’re nearly nose to nose with him, his warm breath just barely fanning across you, close enough for a stray curl to tickle your forehead. You can’t help but inch forward to kiss the tip of his nose. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth; you’re not sure if he’s really asleep now, but his arm snakes around you to pull you into his chest and you suppose you don’t care either way. You let Matty envelop you, his body and his warmth and his presence.

The rain falls harder now, and the sound mixed with Matty’s arms around you ultimately lull you to sleep. You drift in and out of sleep a few times, and each time you find your legs tangled with his, his arms still wrapped tightly around you. You’re sure that you’ve felt him leave small kisses on your shoulders as well. 

It’s not until hours later that you finally wake to the feeling of Matty’s fingers tracing small shapes up and down your arms. His eyes, still hazy with sleep, are scanning you up and down, drinking in every detail of you in your unaware state. When your eyes flutter open, he gives you a guilty look, caught in a moment of self-indulgence. “Go back to sleep, love,” he whispers, placing his hand softly against your cheek.

You’re too tired to argue with this – not that you would have pushed back anyway. Falling into Matty’s touch feels like returning to a place undiscovered by anybody else, somewhere where the walls could protect you from anything, the lights will always stay on for you, the door will always be unlocked. Snuggling yourself close to him once again, you inhale and exhale deeply, as if you could breathe him in. You feel Matty press one last kiss to you just below your ear, accompanied by the words “I’ll be here when you wake, angel.”

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i’m bel she/her <3 my works can be read in any order!!! 18+ blog. hope you enjoy reading, i love hearing from you. <3

newest:

april 20: please be naked

tags:

#64matty -> all my matty stories <3

#64rec -> writing recommendations

#ask64 -> answered asks!

#64poetry -> my poems

#64spotify -> songs i'm listening to

my favourites!

undo

paris

the 1975 (the 1975)

girls

happiness

you

so far (it’s alright)

about you

when we are together

mine

tonight (i wish i was your boy)

inside your mind

be my mistake

matty oneshots:

write anything that you want to week

saccharine:

inside your mind

the birthday party

nice sweater

i’m in love with you

medicine

tonight (i wish i was your boy)

sincerity is scary

mine

heart out

when we are together

milk

an encounter

me & you together song

about you

so far (it’s alright)

facedown (pt.1)

facedown (pt.2)

you

i couldn’t be more in love

happiness

chocolate

is there somebody who can watch you

girls

fallingforyou

all i need to hear

12

the 1975 (the 1975)

roadkill

love me

yeah i know

paris

streaming

she’s american

frail state of mind

the sound

be my mistake

settle down

menswear

sex

looking for somebody (to love)

a change of heart

she way out

if you're too shy (let me know)

it’s not living (if it’s not with you)

nothing revealed / everything denied

don't worry

human too

ugh

this must be my dream

m.o.n.e.y.

lostmyhead

oh caroline

undo

hnscc

somebody else

give yourself a try

intro / set3

pressure

then because she goes

anobrain

the city

please be naked

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Do not interrupt me when I am living through my fake scenario involving my indie musician crush of the day🫶🏻

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aside from being a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put her life together i’m normal

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what the fuck is a snapchat talking stage i want you to tell me you're not a religious person but that you think god made me for you

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girl friend (draco malfoy x reader)

summary: dating draco malfoy was always within pansy’s plan to ensure her future. there’s only one problem; she underestimated just how intertwined (y/n) was on draco’s life.

or

pansy tries to ensure her relationship with draco but he always seems more interested in his best friend.

warnings: none

i. Prologue: a match made in hell.

Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Prince and Princess of Slytherin.

A match made by the devil, Weasley would mutter under his breath whenever he caught a glimpse of them walking through the corridors.

(It was rather much a match crafted by their parents, but same difference really.)

Families that belonged to the sacred twenty eight tended to stick together— with fake smiles and the desire to keep their bloodlines pure acting as the glue— so it was only reasonable that (Y/N) and Draco would grow up together. After all, in the words of (Y/N)’s mother, “keep your friends close and your possible suitors closer.”

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Caught On Camera - c.h

Summary: Requested by another lovely anon

“ Can you write a calum imagine kinda like how in the recent tour video calum is outside by himself or when he’s dancing with Michael and like the reader is with him and he’s being really cute and Andy catches them”

Paring: Calum Hood x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

Author Note: okay another request done! sorry this took so long, I hope you like how I wrote it!

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You wrapped your arms around your body, the sleeves on the jumper you were wearing hung over your hands, hiding them from view. Strand of hair floating in front of your eyes, you tried to blow them from your sight, but they were adamant to keep their place in your line of vision. You huffed silently as you reached up, your hand slipping out of your sleeve to tucking the hairs behind your ear.

You walked slowly through the shop you were in, you didn’t really know what the shop was called, but you couldn’t help but stare at the all the little items they were selling. This was your first time in Japan, well this was your first time ever really travelling somewhere other than the states in America. It was all really exciting to you, even just visiting the random shops was fun to you, seeing all these sights you could only imagine, and you were happy to say that they looked much better in person.

You found yourself very lucky when Calum had asked you to come to Japan with him and the band. At first you had been very against the idea, Calum didn’t need you lugging behind him while he was off doing his thing, but the boy had been persistent. And you could never so no to his pout, but really, you were glad you had decided to come.

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