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"show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting story" mattie. 22. tattoo artist.

[dtfmattie]

Not goodbye, just see you later

most of you probably aren’t following this blog anymore and I was going to do a whole self para but that just didn’t happen in the holiday/travel craziness. But I can’t write Mattie anymore for a couple of reasons but I didn’t just want him to disappear so

The reason he left is because his dad passed away, and his mother is older and sad and alone now and Mattie took pity and does love him mother despite reasons he really doesn’t have to and so he and Paige and Dex moved back to Virginia to live with his mom and help her out.

Maybe in the future if there’s no DOB fc and I have muse again I’ll bring him back but probably not.

I still have Daisy though and maybe over winter break I’ll bring in a new character idk

[kb-abrams-blog]

“It wasn’t but I uh… I got really lucky. I just sort of… used my strengths, and the first book did really well and the publisher wanted to turn it into a series, so it sort of went from there?” Kip chuckled, shrugging, “It’s true, though. I never really feel like I’m working. It’s nice.” He smiled fondly as Mattie talked about the little girl and he nodded. “She’ll get there soon,” he assured. It sounded like she was close. “It’s amazing how steep a child’s learning curve is. And standing is great for that. Kids have all the mechanics and the ideas down for walking, it’s just a matter of muscle strength in the legs.”

[dtfmattie]

“That’s seriously cool, you definitely got lucky, man. It’s cool when things work out the way you’d like them to.” He grinned, feeling comforted by the other man’s words; he hadn’t realized he’d been anxious about it. “Kids are fucking geniuses, honestly, it’s incredible. I think it’d be cool to teach, like, kindergarten or something, just to watch them absorb everything.”

[dtfmattie]

Be brutally honest - how do you feel about Caleb getting a new boyfriend and falling in love overnight?

Mostly I feel bad for him new boy. Caleb wants to talk about still being in love with me and then starts hooking up with this guy, or whatever... I’d feel pretty shitty about it, in his shoes. But it’s not my life, right? I don’t really give a shit what he does anymore, if I keep letting him have an influence on my life, I’m fucked forever. He can have his fun, do whatever he wants, just so long as he does it as far from me as possible.

[dtfmattie]

(ooc) Dear Sixth Avenue,

Dear the OOC babes of Sixth Avenue,

Thank you for popping into the tags at just the right time, and having just enough time before the first acceptance for me to send in an app for Mattie.

Thank you for loving a character that is very near and dear to my heart, that I put a lot of myself into, and a lot of time and attention and love. I imagine it’s a lot like how an artist feels when their work gets admired in a gallery.

Thank you for being a consistent, welcoming, open place for everyone. Thank you for being so fucking queer. Thank you for all the talent I get exposed to every time I log on.

Thank you for understanding that school is hell, and anxiety is hell, and life is hell. 

Thank you for still being here after my depression and anxiety had me scared to log in for weeks.

Sorry for kind of being awful. Sorry for being selfish. Sorry for being inconsistent. Sorry for seeking validation I don’t deserve. 

Thank you to every single mun, but especially those that I’ve spoken to ooc, formed a connection with. Thank you for helping me with my first night out at a club. Thank you for all the advice and support when it came to my roommate issues. Thank you for that video call.

Thank you for caring.

Sorry I cried while I wrote this.

I love you guys.

Elle.

[kb-abrams-blog]

“Yeah! I uh… I was gonna be a pediatrician but I ended up writing and illustrating a kid’s book series. It doesn’t pay as well as being a doctor, but it does well and I love it,” Kip smiled. He was proud of his job, he truly was. “Oh wow. That’s a great age. Has she started walking yet?”

[dtfmattie]

“That’s so cool, how do you even get in to writing? I can’t imagine it’s easy.” He chuckled. “Isn’t the whole thing about jobs doing what you love so it never feels like you’re working?” He shook his head, and then raised a hand and shook it, correcting himself. “She’s getting there. She’s got standing down, but gravity isn’t really on her side quite yet, so she doesn’t go far without a grip on something.”

[wthscarlett-blog]

.&& best friends dinner (scar/mattie)

[wthscarlett-blog]

Scar waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, you look really dapper, nothing new there.” As a reflex, she reached and straightened out the collar of his blazer. As he reached Paige out to her, she opened her arms to welcome the little girl, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Scar had never really been good with kids – she wasn’t bad either, she’d just never been around them much –, but recently, they seemed to be popping around her like mushrooms or something. Not that she minded it, of course.

She watched expectantly as he opened the bag, her whole body giddy with excitement. She always loved to get people stuff, but making people something was a whole new level of special. Ever since she learned to sew and design clothes, she rarely bought people stuff anymore. What was the point? This was so much better on every aspect. finally, he pulled out the sweater and she almost jumped excitedly before remembering she was carrying Paige. “I’m so glad you like it. I considered so many stuff, but I figured you could use something warm.”

[dtfmattie]

If he wasn’t already all “done up” for dinner, he have been tempted to pull the sweater on over his head right then. As it was, he hugged it to his chest, enjoying the comfort and warmth of the handmade item. It was beautiful, too, leaving him once again floored by the talent that Scarlett possessed. 

He tucked it safely back into the gift bag and slid the handle over his wrist, reaching for Paige again. “I love it, honestly,” he said, settling Paige on his hip. “I can’t wait to wear it - and you’re right, I could. I still forget just how cold it gets here, and I’ve lived here five years now.”

[dtfmattie]

“ there is nothing left to analyze ”

{ @bane-bantom }

[gr8tate-blog]

home || tate & mattie

It wasn’t until Tate took his first hot shower in the apartment that he realized just how much he missed the feeling of the hot water. And quickly, showers in the early morning worked their way into Tate’s routine, mainly because that was the one time that he felt like he was out of Mattie and Paige’s way. Every shower, Tate would quietly try to figure out lyrics for some of his in progress songs, just repeating a single line over and over until he found what he had wanted. Or, sometimes, he just sang random songs that worked their way into his memory. 

After his shower this morning, he quickly made his way back to his room with the towel wrapped around his waist, the change in temperature from the steamy bathroom to the morning apartment barely affected Tate who has spent too much of his life being cold at this point. His room was sparse to say the least, his mattress without a bed frame, and most of his stuff that wasn’t clothing fit perfectly in a box. It was like no one even lived in the room, but Tate was working on that slowly because he was planning to stay for a while. He changed into a pair of sweatpants, too lazy for a shirt, as always, and he embarked for the kitchen. The floor was cold against his bare feet and it felt like the apartment itself was slowly waking up as well. He found Mattie in the kitchen, and wordlessly walked up behind him, just looking over the other’s shoulder to try to see what he was doing, really tempted to just rest his chin against his shoulder since he still felt sleepy and it sounded comfortable, but he restrained out of fear. “Are you making breakfast?” the usual morning roughness of his voice absent due to the shower. “Do you need any help?”

[dtfmattie]

Mattie had gotten up with Paige, listening to her babble through the baby monitor for a few minutes before he got up to fetch her. They had a pretty good morning routine going by now, and Tate moving in to the empty bedroom hadn’t disrupted that much, if at all. Tate was in the bathroom when he was getting Paige ready for the day, and was still showering when Mattie moved into the kitchen to start breakfast.

He could hear Tate even there, singing in the shower, and he laughed over the pancakes he was throwing together. Paige was occupied for the moment, happy in her highchair with a handful of cheerios, and he hoped that would hold her attention while he finished up. He heard Tate coming into the kitchen, bare feet slapping on the floor. “Yeah, pancakes okay? I’m fine, they’re almost done, but thanks for the offer.”

[dtfmattie]

Dear bestfriend *wink*

Dear bestfriend,

I can’t believe you got me clothes for my birthday. Worst best friend ever.

You’re kind of super important. I might not say that a lot, but I’m thinking it pretty much all of the time. There’s not a lot of people I really trust with Paige, and you’re at the top of the list right now. That says... everything, really.

Thanks for putting up with my ass. I should get you a trophy or something, because I know it’s not easy. 

When are we getting those tattoos?

Mattie

[gr8tate-blog]

Dear Mattie pls

at night, tate will write ongoing letters to keep his hands busy when he can’t sleep, this one has been in progress for a few years. he can’t remember, the paper is crumpled beyond belief now.

DEAR MATTIE,

I hate this town so fucking much and everything in it, but even though I want to damn its existence entirely, I can’t because I don’t hate you. And as much as I hate this town, it’s where I met you.

Why did you leave? Why did you leave when I needed you most? Why did you leave me with all of these people breathing down my neck? I can’t sleep anymore, I can’t feel anything. I miss you. I need you.

Keep reading

[dtfmattie]

Dear person I like,

Dear person I like,

Stop tricking my kid into liking you more than me. I changed her diapers, I get the reward.

Mattie

[dtfmattie]

dear tate (experience my pain)

Dear Tate,

I think about you a lot. I always had - you had that kind of a presence, ever since I met you. You were always in the back of my head.

It’s weird, living in the same space as you. Not bad, just weird. I don’t think I ever thought we would get here. I figured the lake was all we were ever going to get.

This feels a lot like a second chance. 

I’m fucking terrified of it. 

But we’ll figure it out.

Mattie

[dtfmattie]

dear ex boyfriend

dear ex boyfriend, @calebbrockview

I don’t think I love you anymore. Which is a weird thing to realize, when that was my whole life for so long. All I wanted was for you to love me.

It’s kind of my own little Elle Woods moment though. When she realizes Warner is pathetic and gets her shit together all on her own.

I can’t believe I just compared myself to Elle Woods.

A lot of who I am is because of you. I thought I hated that, after you left. But I’m pretty okay with the guy I am not, so I guess I should probably thank you. 

I still hate you for breaking my heart. I don’t think that’s just gonna go away.

But I think I can see you in the lobby without forgetting how to breathe, now.

Mattie

[ftwkate-blog]

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend, Dear [insert URL here],

[zachbaldwin]

“I always wanted to get a tattoo, but I was never quite sure of what.”

[dtfmattie]

“Everyone says that - you’re thinking about it to hard. It’s a fun representation of yourself, you’re not buying stock.”

[zachbaldwin]

“Yeah, I’m one of the lucky few I guess. What’s your favorite tattoo that you’ve ever done?” he asked kind of randomly. 

[dtfmattie]

“Like, on someone else? Someone got a whole landscape done on their back once. It took to visits but it looked really good.”

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

Please write lines about me, instead of doing so many.

To someone who loved drugs more than me (via hedonistpoet)