#justice for matty

[thepoehoes]

no big deal if you can't find it, Damon owes him five new pairs

His Dark Obsessions, chapter 13

-Bees

[rypnami]

a doodle for @girl-named-matty . you’re an amazing friend so. uh. here!! jamie’s favourite sister ❤️ matty my beloved

[ughgoaway]

Hello I've been sending you a few asks recently so I've decided to be 🎄 anon 🙂

Anyway I was thinking about how Matty would be when teacher is pregnant. Obviously she works full time so he probably can't keep an eye on her as much as he'd like to, and I bet in those early months she comes home from work absolutely exhausted and just wants to lie on the sofa all the time 😴😴

🎄

hi!!! thank you so much for sending asks, 🎄 is yours now!! :))))

as soon as matty finds out you're pregnant, he is treating you like you're made of glass. if you want absolutely anything, he's getting it for you.

"matty. I can get my own cup of tea!! the baby is only the size of a pea right now, I am still allowed to do things, " you say as matty takes the kettle out of your hand and ushers you back to the sofa.

"Ah ah ah. they might be the size of a pea, but they're our pea, and you need to relax and keep them safe. just sit and let me take care of you both sweetheart, it's my job as dad anyway"

I think that you get pretty bad morning sickness the first trimester, and matty fucking hates it. he always sits with you, rubs your back and holds your hair. he makes you herbal tea to try and settle your stomach but nothing works. its just something that happens, but he can't help but feel so awful for you, and kind of guilty it's his baby causing all the sickness.

I imagine he talks to the bump about it after one particularly bad morning, "Hey, little pea, can you please stop making your mum so sick? she's just trying to keep you growing, and it's very difficult when she can't keep anything down. " You laugh at him and stroke his hair.

"matty I don't think they get to choose if I'm sick or not" you giggle as he rests his head next to your bump and continues to try and convince your baby to stop making you sick.

if you have a craving, he's getting it. the first few months all you wanted was crackers, they were all you could stomach so you just ate them endlessly. within a week of you telling matty, he had organised a massive shipment to be delivered to the house, "so you can always have something to eat my love"

you're definitely right with being exhausted in those first few months too, working with kids all day is already tiring - let alone when you're growing a baby at the same time.

I can see you getting home and immediately passing out on the sofa, just fucking knackered 24/7. matty catches on soon enough and starts setting up blankets and pillows for you. basically creating a cocoon for you to rest in.

the fact that he can't follow you around all the time and make sure you're okay is killing him, so he'll do whatever he can.

so if he can't wrap you in cotton wool for 9 months, he'll just wrap you in blankets when you need a nap instead.

he sleeps with you when you ask, spooning you and holding your bump. even when there isn't really a bump yet.

"matty, why are you holding my stomach?" You groggily ask as he lies behind you.

"I wanna hold them!" he defends, rubbing his hands over your non-existent bump.

"There's nothing there yet. They are barely a baby at this point," you say with a smile on your face. his love for this baby was the only thing getting you through these early months, obviously you were over the moon to be pregnant but fucking hell it was hard.

"they're still in there. They've got to get to know their dad early"

Annie also joins you for a nap sometimes. She is normally full of energy after school, but every once in a while, she comes home with heavy eyes and is clearly exhausted.

Annie sees you lie down and comes up to the sofa, gently patting your shoulder to get your attention.

you open your eyes and softly smile at her, "You okay, sweet girl?" You say with a yawn, Annie rubs at her eyes with closed fists and nods slowly.

"Can I cuddle with you y/n? I don't have a baby in my tummy, but I'm really sleepy too, " Annie says shyly, fiddling with the corner of the blanket matty had draped over you.

you pull back the blanket and shuffle back on the sofa, patting the spot in front of you and saying, "Of course angel, jump up and cuddle with me. it would make me feel so much better"

Annie grins and slides into the spot you created for her, and you wrap her up in your arms, tossing the blanket over the two of you.

quickly, you both fall asleep. Soft snores from Annie caught mattys attention as he came in from the kitchen.

walking in and seeing you and annie curled up together, and knowing you were also pregnant was something he would never forget. this was his dream for so many years, and it's finally real and happening. the years of delusions had paid off. his little family was growing, and saying he was giddy was an understatement.

his daughter was always the most important thing in his life, and now he has 3 people that he would die for.

he never thought he'd get a chance at this again. he thought that once he decided to be a dad, that was it for him. no more grand romances, no more falling in love. it was just him and annie, and he was okay with that.

but when he met you, it all changed. he used to dream of you just talking to him, giving him any sort of attention. he could have never imagined that one day you would be dating him, pregnant with his child and be completely in love with his daughter.

he takes a photo of you and sets it as his background, and it stays that way until 9 months later. it finally changed when he snaps the first picture of the 3 of you in the hospital bed, with Annie's new baby brother in her arms and you watching over them with a soft smile on your face.

[healyh8ter]

I’m so normal rn

[orangeispice]

i am literally so scared for what is going to fill the mattie franklin, anya corazon, and julia carpenter tags after the madame web movie

THESE ARE MY GIRLS

[tote-bag-chic]

Hann and Hann only.

[manookie]

Since folks are posting their transition timelines-

On the left, a photo taken in 2022 in my parents’ bathroom while I was still living with them. I had only just started on HRT.

On the right, a photo taken during a shoot for a school documentary in my bedroom in my apartment. I had been on HRT for just about a year at the time of taking (It’s only been a few more months since then so I’m still not much over a year).

Over the course of my first year on HRT, I got kicked out of my parents’ house, I moved into a friend’s basement, worked my way back into college, moved into my own apartment, and continue to work my ass off to ensure I will continue to succeed.

No matter how turbulent the condition, we will persevere. 🏳️‍⚧️

[fran-kubelik]

What's a movie you hated so much you, like, took it personally?

[allylikethecat]

ally!! i saw the prompt list you reposted and whilst there were MULTIPLE that had me a little squealy thinking about fictional matty and george I think my FAVE would have to be the ‘have you eaten today’!!!

would love to see your take on this, as in my mind fictional matty is not very good at taking care of himself ESPECIALLY when stressed and sometimes fictional george has to step in to make sure he doesn’t like die of starvation and/or sleep deprivation lol.

(also i am anon #4 who would love a nashville fic lol and since I have recently become enamoured with everything you are writing in the george/matty tag i was wondering if I could start signing my asks with a ‘💌’ so you are aware of how much i fully appreciate your glorious fics lol))

Hi! Newly christened Letter 💌 Anon, 

(Side note - it blows my mind people care about this little blog and my writing enough to want to claim emojis so thank you so much to anyone that has - I may not have done the best job of keeping track of what has been claimed because I was so shocked anything had been claimed lol but if anyone else wants one let me know I have a list now! It’s fun!) 

It’s so nice to hear from the Nashville Fic Anon #4 (and to have an official emoji to refer to you with!) The Nashville Fic group is up to FIVE now which means if we went to a restaurant we would need a RESERVATION wild stuff! 

Thank you so much for sending in this prompt! It made me smile super hard so I went out of order and decided to jump it to the top of the list - sorry not sorry! 

I hope this is what you were looking for - if not let me know and I can write something else! Regardless, let me know what you think! 

If anyone else wants to send in a ways of subtley showing love prompt the list can be found here! 

Thank you so much for reading and for sending in this prompt! I’m so happy to hear that you’ve been enjoying my work, I know it’s not for everyone and is very heavy on the angst but the fact that it’s bringing (hopefully) joy to even one or two people makes me so incredibly happy! 🥰

❤️Ally

"Have you eaten today?"

“Hey,” said George softly, causing Matty to look up sharply. His hood slipped off his curls as he tilted his head back, his blurry eyes wide and surprised, glancing around frantically, worried that he had missed the call to board and that the plane was going to leave without him. 

“Have you eaten today?” He asked, frowning at the dark circles under Matty’s sunken eyes illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen.

“Wha?” Matty asked, tugging his headphones off, letting them hang around his neck. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to refocus his vision on George, swallowing a yawn as he did so. He shut his laptop and shoved it into his backpack that was sitting half open at his side, they had to be boarding soon and he didn’t want to forget it (again). 

“I got you a sandwich,” George said, holding up the take away bag, “and a coke, and it made me realize, have you eaten today?”

Matty froze, trying to remember. They had flown in late the night before, and Matty’s head had barely hit the pillow before he was bombarded with calls from his lawyer, and their newly hired PR agency to discuss The Incident as they were referring to it. 

He had spent nearly all night on the bathroom floor, hunched over his laptop, whispering on the phone as to not wake George, as he tried to navigate the storm pulling him in multiple directions. As if George could sleep without the warm weight of Matty pressed against his side, drawn to him like a magnet or a moth to the flame, his own personal weighted blanket. He wasn’t taking care of himself, letting himself be tossed each and every way, his body battered as it beat against the shore line while he gave a bloody smile and assurances that it was fine, everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine,  Matty wasn’t fine. He was spreading himself too thin, his edges frayed and damaged, a salt stained rope threatening to snap. Offering himself up as a punching bag, taking the hits without complaint as if he could spare the rest of them the anguish. 

He had already been up when George awoke, fluttering around the hotel room in a tornado of limbs now that he didn’t have to try and be quiet, fielding calls from lawyers, from PR, from the media and from Jamie. He did it without complaint, giving a sad smile when he said he was okay, that he was figuring it out. That he was sorry to have caused such a commotion, to have made such a mess as if he had been alone in his actions, alone in his views. 

Matty had missed breakfast, pacing the length of the hotel parking lot while he spoke on the phone, a cigarette dangling between two fingers as he chainsmoked through the tense exchanging of words. Then they had taken the van to the venue, completed sound check, and Matty had found a quiet corner to take a zoom call with Brad about set design for the upcoming tour. They performed, the crowd lively even if Matty himself was more subdued. He had showered at the venue before being bundled back into the van, and was now sitting on the floor of the airport lounge, their late night flight out delayed due to a mechanical issue and the complimentary buffet already closed for the evening.  

His stomach grumbled and he reached up, accepting the take away bag and the bottle of coke. He couldn’t imagine that he had gone all day without eating, but he also couldn’t remember a moment where he had. He had started to unwrap a crushed Poptart he had found at the bottom of his backpack, but he couldn’t remember eating it, having been pulled into a debrief about venue security and how it was imperative that he did not make his way into the crowd that night. He had obliged without complaint, he couldn’t imagine all of the hands on him, touching him, pulling at him when he already felt like he was a breath away from breaking. He’s pretty sure he had sat the Poptart down on a table, and when he returned it was gone.  

“Thanks,” he said, pulling the sandwich out of the bag and unwrapping it from the paper, smiling when he saw ham and swiss, his go to comfort food when he was feeling overwhelmed. There was a bag of salt and vinegar crisps in there as well and he tore into the plastic eagerly, surprising even himself with how hungry he was as he scarfed them down as if someone was waiting to take them away from him. He hadn’t realized how truly hungry he was until he had started eating.

“Don’t choke,” said George fondly, dropping his large body onto the ground next to Matty on the floor, wincing at the way his knee cracked on the way down. Turning thirty had been the worst thing he ever did. 

“I won’t,” said Matty after he swallowed a bite of his sandwich, before taking a swig of coke, the carbonation stinging in his chest from drinking it too quickly causing him to hiccup painfully. 

“I love you,” said George fervently, wrapping his arm around Matty’s shoulders and tugging him into his side, Matty went easily, scooting across the rough fabric carpet to lean into George’s comforting warmth, still clinging to his sandwich, stomach jumping as he hiccuped again. Guilt stirring in George’s belly, he wished he could take the haunted look out of Matty’s eyes, he wished he could give him twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep. Matty squeezed George’s knee and took another bite of his sandwich. George wished he had realized that Matty hadn’t eaten sooner. 

“I love you too,” said Matty, resting his head on George’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, opening his eyes again to look at the sandwich, overcome with exhaustion and emotion.

“Always,” said George, it was the least he could do. 

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

I think a lot of the smarter and less bullheaded people on the “anti-woke” side of the internet (patience xina for instance, I disagree with her on plenty of stuff but I think her points are generally well thought out and not just hateful Dailywire parroting) would do better if they occasionally looked at tumblr for stuff on social issues bc imperfect though it may be people’s takes on here are generally WAYYY more nuanced and convincing than stuff on Twitter, which is what usually gets looked at. It’s very easy to turn leftists into strawmen when all you see is screaming and swearing and always, ALWAYS buzzwords, but idk people on tumblr tend to actually put thought into discussing systemic inequality and stuff and it’s helped me hugely with broadening my sense of awareness (as someone who very regrettably used to watch a lot of anti-woke content). Not that you should get all your news from tumblr but

[thepoehoes]

Matt coded

(All of his friends drive sick ass sports cars and he’s just along for the ride)

[lilisouless]

So, this is how it went

Here is the link to the images i used to make this (1) Pinterest (if it bothers the person than i used it, or if outrights violates pinterest´s rules,please tell me)

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

Keep thinking of Ross and his quiet but determined support for what's right.

Matty saying he's belligerent when it comes to authority when Ross approached the police officer with his engine running at that climate protest. Matty calling out the naked guy in the crowd in San Francisco and Ross pointing out it shouldn't even need to be a reminder. Ross stating Skepta deserving his Mercury Music Prize win because of it's social impact. Ross diving into the crowd at Glastonbury to fight someone throwing stuff at Matty. His public comment on that article where he called Matty a 'Legend'. Volunteering as tribute to kiss Matty on stage in KL in protest...

I'm going to need links to each and every one of these things you've mentioned, thank uuuuuu

[shinycollarboneapologist]

hiiiii, just read style and illicit affairs and i freaking loved them both so much!!!!<3 i just saw the post saying that you were taking requests so i thought i’d give it a shot even tho i never send asks bc i get so nervous hdjdjsjd so could u pretty please write something inspired by good ones by charli xcx with matty or ross? im currently obsessed with it and i love ur writing style and how u incorporate the lyrics without making it cheesy :) could be a little blurb or social media au or even just a little list with thoughts 💭 wtvr u decide i’ll keep an eye out for your next fic whatever it’ll be 💖

AHHH ofc. also tysm bby, i love and appreciate you so so so so much.

he was great. really and truly was. he couldn't have treated you or loved you any better than he did. ross was a proper gentleman. he was loyal, and sweet. he would remember odds and ends of things you said in conversation, bringing them up later on to prove that he was really listening.

like that time you mentioned how you loved chocolate croissants. and coincidentally, each time you stayed over his the next morning there would be fresh chocolate croissants waiting for you on the kitchen island.

but it left much to be desired. you didn't know what was wrong with you. he was perfect. he is perfect.

the breakup was hard. and maybe that's why you had to make up convoluted stories to yourself, twisting a web of lies in your psyche that would lessen the ache of abandoning one of the best relationships you had been in. in these stories, sometimes he was the rude boyfriend that never wanted to do anything with you. other times, he was just the one that was better at leaving than you. your friends, most of which were also his, were shocked at the fact that you had called it quits. they thought he would have been the one to break the curse.

you had thought that, too. until the grass on the other side shone greener and grew taller than the comfort of the walls you and ross had created as a home for yourselves. you remember the way he sat across from you, arms crossed defensively and staring you down indignantly. it had come out of nowhere. you had grown distant, short with him. and then it was over.

he never really let you go, though. he would shoot you a happy birthday text, wished you well on all of the major holidays, asked about your friends and family, told you about the successes of the band. and it was nice. you kept him close, too, wishing him luck with the band, asking for music recommendations, making light conversation every once and awhile. all while trying to navigate dating again.

you'd picked some real winners. there was the guy with the monster truck who conveniently forgot to tell you he was married with a kid on the way. how could you manage to forget about the one with the weird obsession with sour cream? or the one with the rat tail pony tail? they made for good stories to tell, but there was something lacking.

and that something was ross, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

your circles remained intertwined. which is the reason you find yourself sat on a barstool of a rented out local pub for matty's birthday.

there's an emptiness in your chest. a hole making you feel hollow as you watch ross lead his new girlfriend into the bar. he's probably telling her all of his stupid jokes, and she's probably laughing along and mirroring the glint behind his eyes. there's a fire burning deep within your chest, jealousy is rampant in your veins. you chose this though, and now you have to live with it. his eyes catch yours and he offers you a small smile and a wave, which you have to return in civility. but it still hurts. you still ache.

the grass would never be greener on the other side. instead it proved to be browned and dead, with no sign of life coming from it. no amount of watering or tears for that matter could save it. and as he's bringing her around the bar to say hello, you're perched on the barstool waiting for a text back. because if there's one thing about you, you always manage to let the good ones go.

[corgoship]

look i like mike as much as the next person but i haaaate when people glorify him as this paragon of goodness. Is he miles better than walt and his ilk yes, of course. But he's still in the business, he still kills people, makes them disappear, and it doesn't really matter that he doesn't like it... (actually, there is a scene in brba where he says he loves his job but. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say he was being sarcastic). He still does it. Again and again. And if his backstory in BCS showed us anything it's that he's always compromised himself that way (he was a dirty cop) and he thinks of himself as already ruined but he sees hope in others, who haven't been as tainted yet - his son Mattie, Nacho, Jesse... but ultimately he doesn't actively do enough to help them get out for good. It's sad that he sees his dead son in other young misguided men but he's complicit in whatever happens to them. I don't think he's got any illusions after Nacho's death, because his dad lays it on Mike thick: he's no better than the drug dealers and gangbangers that he works with. At least they don't have a conscience/moral compass but he does and does it all anyway.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

4 & 10🩵

thank u for this love you mate x

4. How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

First thing Matty would do is get out the polaroid he has of you in his wallet and boast about how fit you are. Then he'd start gushing about you top to bottom inside and out. How you're loud and bubbly, how you make him laugh so hard his stomach muscles clench and he cant breath. He loves to brag about how well you can do him up, putting on makeup and coordinating outfits for him like its your god given profession xx You describe him similarly, pulling out your own picture of him wheres hes all cute and ready, curls refreshed with a curling iron and eyes lined with pretty purple eyeshadow. You'd go on about how witty he is, how the banter is what you love most about him. the two of you gush about each other to each other, and most everyone gets an earful when they ask 'who's that in the picture?'

10. What is one major difference between them?

As much as you love him, mpind matty is a sort of vain person. He puts a lot of value on appearance and that translates to him being really nasty about the people he truly dislikes, commenting on their physical look. While you do agree with him in the moment, you'd never initiate something like it. Thats probably where you both differ the most honestly