#c: matthias castillo

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teddy/ty + ⚡

⚡️an angry text.

MATTHIAS: why would you do this to me, man?

MATTHIAS: you fucking knew how i felt about him.

MATTHIAS: you must have. everyone fucking knows.

MATTHIAS: didn’t you used to be my friend?

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KURTIS WELLS - A SONG ABOUT THE SUN from I AM HERE on Vimeo.

A Song About The Sun. A video by I AM HERE.

Director: Maik Schuster c/o I AM HERE Production Company: Iconoclast Germany Creative Direction: CO MAGICK / Matthias Klein Director Of Photography: Konstantin Mazov Editor: Max Paschke Executive Producer: Nils Schwemer, Carla Marboeuf Producer: Ricarda Hähn Production Assistant: Flora Marriott 1st AC: Anton Beliaev 2nd AC: Laura Russ Steadicam Operator: Florian Schwarz Gaffer: Barton Kirchmann Spark: Jonas Kolahdoozan, Moritz Matthias, Maximilian Pieper Casting: Yaasa, Tsellot Melesse Production Designer: Nora Veismann, Anne Lewald Production Designer Assistant: Susan Peter Stylist: Olive Duran Styling Assistant: Smilla Marrcussen Hair & Make Up: Jasmin Arnold Colorist: Julia Rossetti VFX: James Barry Title Design: John-Michael Photography: Maik Schuster & Max Paschke Special Thanks: Hartmut Hunger, Dirk DeJonghe

Cast: Archipe Antonie Maseya Ngangu, Eddy Ethnarrd Kahdi, Justice Leiner, Kadiobo Mansamba, Loy Popp, Mbaya Mansamba, Nial Akok, Thomas Dreves Castillo

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ty/colin - "i was hoping you'd win."

Amongst the press of bodies, Colin had been there. Ty's head had been spinning, the sound of cheers ringing in his ears, hands slapping his back as multiple people congratulated him. He hugged strangers, he hugged loves ones and they were indecipherable from each other. But the moment Colin Nash's arms folded around his torso, the smell of sweat intermingling with his cologne, Ty was on solid ground. He'd know the feel of the other man anywhere, laughter rumbling in his chest as Ty laughed too, fingers digging into the back of his sweat-soaked t-shirt, Colin's nose finding the crook of his neck. Ty wasn't sure if it lasted seconds, or hours. People would talk either way, find something unsavoury to say. Ty didn't care. Colin was always at his most amenable after a win, but usually his own. Ty would take advantage of Colin's good mood, let him hold the other man a little longer.

When he pulled back, Colin's smile was brighter than sunshine, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight.

"You were?" Ty laughed, his hand coming up to cup Colin's face, as though he could hold onto that smile, remember it in the moments they didn't speak, when they fought. "Col, mi corazón, you can't mean that."

His hand slipped from Colin's cheek clumsily as he felt someone tap his shoulder, tug at the fabric of his polo. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he spotted Maddie Rosen with her microphone, film crew in tow, and for a second the smile on his face faltered.

"Wait for me, alright?" he whispered, slapping Colin on the back for good measure, before turning to celebrate his victory with the world.

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colin/ty + 🔪

🔪 a hateful text. 

MATTHIAS: I guess I was just a fucking hole to you, huh? MATTHIAS: You're pathetic, man. MATTHIAS: So scared to let me in. MATTHIAS: Well guess what? No one's ever gonna fucking love you like me. MATTHIAS: You're gonna be so fucking lonely, Col. MATTHIAS: And I'll be just fine without you.