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sabrina ❤︎ east asian ❤︎ she/her ❤︎ music, film & book lover
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ writing for mattheo riddle on my side blog @sabxynsweet

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Cosmic Funnies
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Peter Solarz

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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styofa doing anything

shark vs the universe

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Three Goblin Art
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle

Origami Around

oozey mess
Xuebing Du

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell

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girl on the internet
sabrina ❤︎ east asian ❤︎ she/her ❤︎ music, film & book lover
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ writing for mattheo riddle on my side blog @sabxynsweet
falling in love is so fucking stupid. everything on earth is glowing honey-bright. i am easily charmed by small things. i am obsessed even with the shadow formed by her eyelashes. i can't get over the magic of this: that humans can feel something like this.
and yeah in the history of humanity we still can't seem to talk about it enough. because i can tell you about it - about her - and it won't surround the experience. it can never be big enough.
i am feeling something people have maybe always-felt. who knows when the first person fell in love. i am also feeling something that feels new and silly and extreme. like maybe we're the first people to really understand it, truly.
i know the science of it; why her smell is so good to me (something about our compatible genes). oxytocin and whatever hormones. and still it is incredible - i didn't think my body did this kind of thing. i thought it was an invention of romance-book marketing.
things make sense that didn't make sense before. songs about how love is an addiction or possession or insanity. orpheus had to turn around, of course he did, i would turn for her too, just to see. my mom and i watch a rerun of a murder mystery; for the first time i understand the line he did it for love - instead of being trite, it feels like a genuine tragedy.
and of course i am feeling the same way millions of people have maybe felt and know i cannot write enough about it, that it won't quite surrender to poetry. why do i think i'm gonna be the one who can finally communicate this thing that resists definition so ardently. this girl in my kitchen, humming. who walked so casually into my life. this girl pulls the rain down from even a cloudless sky.
what i can say is that i feel something impossible, and stupid. what i can say is that nothing about this is unusual, and yet i am so caught in it that i keep waiting for some terrible evil - something so good surely must come with some kind of retribution.
we get high and watch zombies 4 (it's terrible). the main characters sing a song about love; how theirs feels wild and impossible. the kind of thing i used to think was insipid, bad writing. baby that's us, she says into my ear.
that's us, she says, but with us the true love thing is actually real.
one of my professors once off-handedly told us that the moment before an animal dies it's given one single "knowing" thought. and later we brought this up again in a different discussion and asked what that was supposed to mean . so she said that, for example, if a deer lay dying in the woods, it's very last breath comes with a final, very human thought- something other than the pure instinct to survive. and the thought, she told us, is rarely anything other than, "i want my mother."
gracie & emma's look at the met HELLOOOOO
i'm reading cleo dang would rather be dead right now and it's so sad and witty and sweet
bitchy!reader can’t sleep, mattheo helps her
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You squeeze your eyes shut before opening them again, letting out a sigh of frustration.
It's late into another sleepless night or, rather, far too early in the morning. You've lost track of time at this point.
You're no stranger to nights like these. In fact, they've become normal to you. Perhaps your usual short temper could be attributed to your lack of sleep.
Although you're usually able to sleep in five seconds flat when Mattheo is with you, it's not working tonight for some reason.
You sit up, huffing in frustration. You've long since tossed and turned your way out of Mattheo's grip.
You look down at your side, watching as Mattheo sleeps all too peacefully. The way his eyelashes kiss where his eye bags should be or whatever is so not fair. Beauty like his isn’t fair, you decide.
You gently lift your finger to his face, tracing from his eyebrows to his cheekbones. You take the rare opportunity that he isn't alert and awake to admire him, no worry of inflating his massive ego.
Mattheo lets out a sigh and your hands still and hover over his face, you relax when you realise he's still asleep.
Your heart swells as you listen to the sound of him breathing and you frown. You love him a lot, you think. You lean down and press a soft kiss on his shoulder before leaving the most featherlight of kisses on his throat.
You'd usually never be caught dead being this soft with your affection but, you're tired and, it's not like he's awake to tease you.
You lay down again with your body half on top of him, trying to settle into his arms; you hope it'll settle your mind as well.
You feel a headache coming on and you wince, you're exhausted but your body won't let you sleep. That alone makes you want to cry or yell at someone.
You sit up decidedly, looking down at him again.
You do feel guilty about waking him but he's your only hope of getting any rest.
You poke his bicep with the tip of your nails, slowly scratching down.
Your brows furrow when his eyes stay shut, you sigh and roll your eyes again.
You shove him hard.
Clearly, you don't feel that guilty waking him...
He doesn’t budge.
“What the fuck." You hiss under your breath, shoving him again.
“Mattheo, wake up!” You whisper-yell, shaking his body back and forth. He groans but his eyes still don’t open.
“You'd better be dead.” You hiss, glaring at his sleeping form. You're about to retreat and give up when you hear him chuckle.
“Careful, princess, that might end up being true and you’ll be very sad.” He mutters, still half asleep.
“You’re awake?” You say, eyes squinting.
His eyes slowly open. “Yeah, somewhere between you shaking me and wishing me death, I had time to regain consciousness.”
He grins at you and you roll your eyes. He sits up slowly to be face to face with you. You don’t meet his eye, suddenly bashful and embarrassed that you woke him up over something so silly. You're not used to needing people and you hate yourself for needing him so much — it's unlike you, you're not one to feel apologetic or even self conscious.
He wraps an arm around you, tugging you so that you're sitting up in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.
“Why aren’t you asleep, baby, hmm?” He murmurs low in your ear, trailing his hands down your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Mattheo’s looking at you softly, like he was created just to sit here with you, patiently waiting for you to open up. Gone is the lopsided, lovesick, almost obnoxious grin he usually has on around you and in its place — a patient understanding.
His eyes drag over your face, as he tries to study you, and you turn your head away.
You don’t like being perceived when you’re not wearing your makeup and your jewellery and your bling. You feel bare in front of him — not put together — and you hate it.
You huff again, crossing your arms over your butter yellow tank top.
“Talk to me.” He says, with a small lilt of amusement.
Your lower lips juts out, petulantly. “I can’t sleep.”
"Tell me what you need." He murmurs against the skin of the back of your neck, he nips softly at all your sweet spots. Your eyes flutter close and you tilt your head back.
Mattheo disconnects his lips from your neck, using his finger to gently tilt your chin in his direction. Now that you're less resistant and more willing to talk, he waits for you to do so. He raises his eyebrows expectantly, ready to give you whatever it is you need, as long as you ask him for it.
"I need you." You say quietly, his mouth begins to quirk in a lazy smirk at the connotations of the sentence and very different circumstances you'd say that phrase, when he see's your eyes glaze over with tears of frustration.
"Stop it, Mattheo, I just want to sleep." Your voice sounds more like a whine as tears spill out of your eyes. "I'm so tired."
His smile drops instantly and he's instantly tightening his hands around you, doing anything to soothe you.
"You've got me, baby, I'm here." He says, using the back of his hands to wipe your tears away, shushing you.
He brushes your hair with his hands as he slowly shifts with you still in his embrace, until the both of you are lying down in his bed again.
He continues to rake his fingers through your hair.
"Close your eyes, baby." He orders gently.
“This isn’t going to work.” You say stubbornly, though your shoulders relax in his embrace. “I'm not a cat.”
“S’that so?” He murmurs, tone light. “You sure act like one.”
You’re about to bite back with a catty insult (that would most definitely prove his point), but his touch feels too good to move away from.
Before long, you feel your eyelids droop.
“You’re a bitch.” You say, with no real bite to it. You don’t mean it — and you hate that it's your fight of flight response — but you can’t stand to be so vulnerable for too long.
He chuckles, ever so kind to you.
“You’re an angel."
You almost scoff, you're really not. But he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear and he’s brushing your hair like you are one.
The way he worships the ground you walk on and the venom you spit, you might as well be one.
Maybe you could be soft, just for him, like a real angel.
Your breathing evens out and your eyes stay closed, you slump against his chest a little more.
"Thank you, Matty." You murmur, so quiet he would've missed it had his dorm room not been so quiet.
He smiles and presses the softest of kisses to the top of your head when he's sure you're asleep.
"I love you." He whispers against your hair, before tucking his chin against your head and sleeping in tow with you.
You're really not one to sleep smiling like a loser.
But if you do that night, no one can see it but Mattheo anyway — which you can live with.
You don't mind Mattheo seeing you.
rare glimpse of her being vulnerable lol i hope you like this one <3 mattheo (& bitchy!reader honestly) are supersuper soft in this one !!! #need me a mattheo
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yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)
warnings: none
summary: exactly what the title says
pairings: marvel cast x reader (platonic), taylor swift x reader (platonic)
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