Matthew Drake

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stellabelmonte:

If there was one thing Stella appreciated about Matthew, it was that he didn’t bother spitting out the typical I’m proud of your and your recovery’s or the ever popular you’re doing the best you can, but decided instead to remind her that everyone was just as fucked up as she was. It was a comforting switch of pace, knowing that everyone else was a mess and hearing it from someone else to confirm. “Fair enough, Matty. I’m thinking burgers, minus the brews. Chili and cheese fries, of course. What say you, babe?” 

He’d already said the stereotypical things to Stella at the beginning of her recovery. He spent his time studying the dark parts of humanity and knew it wasn’t just a single battle, being sober, it was an ongoing one. One he hoped she’d get through, and he’d do all he could to make that easier on her. “Bring on the meat, babe. I haven’t eaten a proper meal in days and my stomach needs nourishment. My mother will think I’m starving here and force me home forever.” 

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veroniquedumont:

“Break,” Véronique hissed oddly, as if she’d forgotten about the incoming and temporary halt to the school year. “Je suis un imbécile, I completely forgot.” She started once more, letting her forehead drop against Matthew’s shoulder in a dramatic show of shame. “I’ll have to start looking for airfare soon. If you are so afraid of being bored over your break, you are more than welcome to join me in Paris for the holiday season. My aunt is…how do you say…A character?” 

He grinned down at her in amusement. “I never forget about breaks from school work, Ronnie. How could you?” He gave a small pat to her head in comfort. “That’s very tempting but my family would never let me leave home early for a trip. They crowd me when I’m there.” With his curiosity peeked, “What kind of character?” 

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magsrosetouchard:

“Oh look at you. Chivalry ain’t dead after all.” Mags cooed, leaning up to pinch Matthew’s cheek lightly for half a moment before she grabbed an armload of groceries herself, following the older boy into the beach house. “Oh I appreciate you Matty, but I’m terribly afraid you’re going to be too busy helping me cook- any frat brother who tries to nibble on something before it’s done or distract me in any way is going to get smacked- with a wooden spoon or maybe my hand, I’m not particular.” 

“My mother raised me in fear, Mags. I think even my grandmother would come down and haunt me if I didn’t treat people with respect.” As they entered the kitchen, Matt placed the items down onto the counter. “I’ll be sure to thoroughly enjoy any injury placed upon them by you.” He gave pause, “Though I will warn you I haven’t cooked anything in a while. So all mishaps are justified.” 

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Michael B. Jordan / by Andrew White for The New York Times (April, 2018)

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bookaholiclola:

“Aren’t you clever with your wordplay? Your wit game’s strong today my friend.” Lola laughed, stopping next to him to scatch the kitten behind his ears. “I’m not really a fan of cats but this one here is actually cute.” She reflected before stepping back. “Will you take it home? Decide quick because he’s getting confy.” She said in a teasing tone.

“My wit game usually is strong. I just never leave the house unless for class anymore so no one notices.” He grinned down at the cat, shaking his head at her, “I can’t. I wouldn’t trust the brothers to take care of it when I’m not there.” Placing it down on the ground softly, he watched it walk off. 

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veroniquedumont:

“Pour la honte, Matthew!” She gasped with a hint of dramatics, sinking into his side as she started forward, her much shorter, much smaller arm snaking across his back to propel him forward as well. A feat that, of course, was difficult when he was nearly a foot taller than her with probably seventy or eighty pounds on her as well. “I would never,” She joked, taking a moment’s pause as they started towards the Melrose Studio. “I hope you do not mind getting your hands dirty, cher garçon. Sometimes I feel as if it takes days to wash the clay from my hands.” 

“I was born ready to get down and dirty.” He smirked at his own joke before focusing back onto the small girl beside him. “In all seriousness I’ve never made pottery before. It’ll be cool to try it out. Once I get back home for break I’ll be very bored.” 

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gracexonxfire:

“Well obviously, but I hope that I can’t be considered creepy.” Grinning at him around the rim of her glass before taking a sip of the sharp amber liquid poured over the rocks. “Sometimes a game just makes things more fun.” Shrugging as she lowered down across from him, one long leg crossing over the other, Grace studied him for a moment. “So tell me, what’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done?” He wanted her to ask questions, might as well jump in the deep end to test the water. 

As she pondered what to ask him, Matthew focused on the spam of messages he had been receiving from Stella. A decision made, he focused back on Grace and the question she’d asked. Letting out a long breath, Matthew gave as much of an apologetic look as he could before responding. “Right now I’d say telling you I have to go is the riskiest thing aside from telling my parents I wasn’t going straight into the police academy.” Getting up, he shoved his phone in his pocket, “Thank you kindly for the drink, but I’ve just got called away to something important.” With a friendly smile, he strode out of the apartment. 

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magsrosetouchard:

“I’m too used to cooking for my family, it’s soothing for me.” Magnolia explained joingly, shrugging. It put her in the mind space of trying to get her five younger siblings on the bus in the morning, or trying to help them do their homework while she made dinner. There was a kind of quiet in the chaos, and that was where Magnolia thrived. “And my Advanced Chemistry class is making me feel like I might cry, so here I am with a trunk full of groceries.”

At the notion of crying, Matthew perked up into action. “Then let me help, Mags. You grab some bags and I’ll grab some and no one will cry and you can cook delicious food in our kitchen.” He reached down and grabbed as many bags as his arms could fit. “I’ll keep watch and make sure no frat brother tries to interrupt.” 

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stellabelmonte:

“Are you not at my beck and call?” She asked, trying to convey an air of perplex. “Weird.” Stella took a beat of silence to appreciate that Matthew wasn’t weirded out by all of her (and Gabe’s) joking that, if Matthew were to genuinely look their way, they’d leave each other for the man in a heartbeat. “I’m a double senior pursuing a photography degree and I’m fourteen seconds from relapsing at any point in time. I don’t think that’s what constitutes for in the bag, Matty.” Stella quipped half heartedly. “But you’re right. I do have a good man. Good men,” She cooed, following the words with a soft chuckle and a suggestive lift of brow. 

“I do my best to be at your beck and call, Stells. I really do.” His tone was one of finality and truth. He gave a sarcastic laugh at her response, “Name one person on this campus who has their shit together. Answer is no one. This school is a dumpster fire made of confusion and alcohol.” He gave her a wink in amusement, “Your men are here for you. Now more importantly, what are we having to eat?” 

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lanafitzgerald:

“Charity, Matthew.” Lana returned. “I need a hand planning this benefit and it seems that everyone else is just too busy. And you seem to have a knack for pulling things together.”

He gave her a look that resembled a side-eye. “Ookay...well tell me where you want me and I’ll help as long as I can.” 

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✉ → mistress of darkness

Stella: um

Stella: alright

Stella: Gonna need some more context when you get here pal

Matthew: i promise. i'm gunna dodge real quick to politely leave and run for your food

Matthew: you're a life saver Stells

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julianlowell:

“I refuse to confirm or deny my excessive use of the hot water,” Julian offered his frat brother, although his following statement was an admittance of said wrong doing. “But if I did…It was probably because I spent the better half of my morning contemplating my existence. Everyone else’s, too. Como el desastre que soy.“

“Uh-uh. You can’t woo me out of my displeasure with your fancy romance language. Not this time, Jul. I had been considering some JO time and now I can’t.”

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veroniquedumont:

“Pottery, mon cher!” Véronique offered back with a wide beam, gently swatting the man on his bicep. “You told me you would like to see what I do outside of work and today, dear Matthew, I think we might do some pots. Unless you would prefer to do something else.”

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at her choice of words, “Be careful, Ronnie. Someone will think you’re talking drugs not dishes.” Regardless he placed his arm over her shoulders and motioned her onward. “Let’s go! You’ve got pottery to teach me. My mom would be proud.” 

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xlittlexcharlie:

Lowering down across from him, Charlie watched excitedly as he started to eat, eyes studying his face for his reaction and then lighting up as he seemed to enjoy it. Almost nothing in the world gave her more joy than watching how people lit up when they ate things she made. “Of course, I made all of it. I’m working with cauliflower for culinary arts, so I’m trying out a bunch of new things. Don’t fill up on one, remember you have three plates to taste from. I really appreciate you doing this. When I put the flyer up for a taste tester, I didn’t think anyone would actually reply to it.”

He didn’t know Charlie well enough to know whether she was this excited about food all the time, but based on how passionate she seemed, it was a high probability. Matthew nodded along as she responded, wondering what other recipes existed involving cauliflower. He grinned as he wiped his mouth, “My mom says I’m a growing boy, so keep it comin’.” Giving a shrug as he put down the napkin he gave a satisfied sigh, “I had a free afternoon, why not help out the culinary majors and get free food in the process?” 

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bookaholiclola:

“Yeah, I bet cats are saying the same right now.” She chuckled. Turning around she let out a full laugh as she saw one of the cats following them. “Do you believe in bad luck Matthew? ‘Cuz I think you have a new friend.”

He had been so focused on their conversation that he failed to notice the following black cat. “Oh?” He stopped walking to let the small creature catch up with them before leaning down to pick it up. “It’s not so bad. It could be another animal like a skunk and that would really suck.” 

[fymichaelbjordan]

Technology has a lot to do with it (Diversity). Everyone feels connected. Some person somewhere with an opinion can go online, say what they want, and it’s in front of everybody. It’s easier for people to unite, stand behind one another. I think history repeats itself. There’s a constant conversation between the oppressed and the oppressor. No matter what your field is, whether it’s gender equality, the Time’s Upmovement, or diversity casting, it’s always going to be a back-and-forth battle. But this time it does feel different. Sometimes you need to have the same conversation over and over until it sticks. Maybe this is the time it starts to stick.

Michael B. Jordan for Men’s Health 2018 (via fymichaelbjordan)

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