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[witchyautumns]

🌟 mtlgent 🌟

Danville, Quebec

[northernsugarsnap]

Do your lungs count as an open container?

I don’t know what to tell you, dude...are you just...really bored, or...? 

[clarence-gagnon]

A Quebec Village Street, Winter, 1920, Clarence Gagnon

https://www.wikiart.org/en/clarence-gagnon/a-quebec-village-street-winter-1920

[mistertoonietuesday-blog]

RED VELVET PANCAKES | Matt and Matthew. 

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.” 

[ggoddammitt]

🍁 !!

[northernsugarsnap]

americanexceptionalism‌:

“Oh.” Alfred doesn’t have the decency to look embarrassed, but he’s…thinking about feelings. A little. “It’s okay, Mattie. I know you’ve never had sex. It’s hard to imagine how great it is, even without feelings.” He pats Matthew’s shoulder and he’s mostly joking? Who would Matthew be having sex with though, like?? Alfred sure doesn’t know.

“Yeah, maybe some time apart would be good…” That might actually be good advice, if Alfred can follow it. (He won’t.) “Hopefully Allan doesn’t cry too much without me being around. Heh.” He totally would.

“Heck, it’s gonna give me more time to hang out with you too!” He swings an arm around Matthew’s shoulders and grins. “I know you miss me when I’m gone too long, dude.”

“Okay,” Mattie says involuntarily when Alfred states that he hasn’t had sex. Obviously that isn’t true, but he doesn’t want to defend himself - there’s no point. But, apparently his subconscious wanted him to speak up, so the annoyed okay slips out of him before he can do anything about it, despite the fact he wants to think Alfred is making a joke. “Well, I guess you won’t know if he’s crying because you won’t be around him.” 

With a breath, Matthew nods and smiles. He does love Alfred, obviously, they’re best friends regardless of what Al does or says...though, sometimes he’s hard to love. “Maybe we can actually go to Canada’s Wonderland. The Yukon Striker is up and running now, if you think you’re brave enough to ride it.” 

[northernsugarsnap]

the signs as i know them

aries: anger issues. kind of low emotional intelligence. fun to be around one-on-one but kind of useless in a crowd. loves attention and very possessive about whatever they love.

taurus: sloppy eaters but care about what they eat. great music taste. low-key but fun as hell when you're with them. love nature. hilarious.

gemini: not 2 faced but love gossip. chill if you get on their good side. egotistical and prideful. cool. high eq so they know how to deal with their lives.

cancer: soft cinnamon buns. very caring. low-key. very transient in your life probably because they have too much emotional attachment so they leave before you break them. good memory. might hold grudges.

leo: control freaks. wants everything to be their way. get on their good side and they'll be your bff though. irritable but more mature than the other fire signs.

virgo: annoying af. they aren't savage, they're just mean. have issues with empathy. wants what they want when they want it. hilarious when they're relaxed but that's almost never.

libra: quiet. does not like to talk. easily offended. loves fun. caring for their friends and lovers. loves like no other. loves food in a weird artistic obsessive way.

scorpio: anger issues. possessive. quiet if they know they have anger issues (that's called being smart). protective of those they love but hate is their stronger suit. 85% of the time are above average looking.

sagittarius: messed up. need help. relateable. people pleasers when they're happy. people annoyers when they're mad. high eq but don't like to show it. it's not commitment issues, it's lack of freedom that is their problem.

capricorn: big-headed. natural-born leaders. can be mean but that's them thinking they actually are right. very smart and under their hard shell, they'll be nice if you're nice. capitalism in a nutshell.

aquarius: secretive. you never know what they want but it's usually something pretty. very artistic and has an eye for aesthetics. has a few close friends but has fun with them. hates being inside for too long. restless. blunt but also sharp. not good at public speaking.

pisces: beautiful on the outside. cry-babies. transient but because they like to have fun. low eq but makes up for it in the moment with being super charming and cute. but once you leave, you think wtf just happened. good taste in clothes and makeup.

[americanexceptionalism]

northernsugarsnap‌:

“You’re not a dick, you’re just-” a dick “-very good at getting from one point to another, and you have a lot to think about.” So sometimes the people you’re barrelling through to get where you need to go go by the wayside. 

Alfred talks while Matthew thinks, and suddenly Matthew is frowning harder than before. “Um. Sorry, hang on- I…you’re…you’re gonna have to mess that up, dude…? If he feels that way and you don’t…it’s like…it’s like the donkey with the carrot on a stick thing? You know?  You’re, like, dangling it in front of his face but never actually getting there, and that’s not…fair…really?”  

“Yeah, but he…gets the carrot,” he replies, gesturing vaguely at his crotch. That’s some emotional depth right there.

“And it’s not like I hate him or anything. I like him. Kinda.” If he’s being honest, he’s not sure how he feels at all. He’s just…trying to get that sorted. “It’s not like it’s ever planned or anything either. It just happens and stuff. I know that’s hard to imagine for you, but that’s how It is sometimes.” Alfred considers getting another beer, but grabs at Matthew’s instead.

“I just need somethin’ to make it not awkward. That’s all.”

[northernsugarsnap]

“The carrot is feelings, not your...” he gestures vaguely at Alfred’s crotch area, looking perturbed by the whole ordeal. “There’s a big difference between...you know, sex and actually being together, but when you’re feeling things they’re not exactly unrelated...by keeping the sex thing going you’re just stringing him along.” 

Matthew never wants to talk to Alfred about sex ever again.  

“Maybe you both just need to spend some time away from each other to figure out what’s going on. Because it seems like...there’s...a lot. Of stuff going on.”  Or you could just start practicing self restraint for once? A consideration. 

[hazardsoflove]

reblog with your sign and your godly parent

[northernsugarsnap]

americanexceptionalism‌:

Alfred immediately opens the beer and takes a very long drink. It wasn’t bad advice, really, but… “I’m not- I’m not stringing him along, Mattie. Fuck, I barely act like he’s my friend. We just hang out and…drink and…whatever.”

He takes another drink and frowns. “…You make me sound like a real dick, you ass. I’m not that bad.”  Yeah. “I wouldn’t be a dick about this anyway. …It seems serious. I don’t even know when it got serious. We were just having a good time and finally got beyond punchin’ each other all the time. Next thing he’s in love with me. It’s…it’s a lot.” Alfred downs the rest of the beer in one go and slams the can on the table.

“And look, this ain’t gay, but I don’t wanna fuck up the occasional messing around, y’know?”

“You’re not a dick, you’re just-” a dick “-very good at getting from one point to another, and you have a lot to think about.” So sometimes the people you’re barrelling through to get where you need to go go by the wayside. 

Alfred talks while Matthew thinks, and suddenly Matthew is frowning harder than before. “Um. Sorry, hang on- I...you’re...you’re gonna have to mess that up, dude...? If he feels that way and you don’t...it’s like...it’s like the donkey with the carrot on a stick thing? You know?  You’re, like, dangling it in front of his face but never actually getting there, and that’s not...fair...really?”  

[americanexceptionalism]

northernsugarsnap‌:

Matthew nods and cocks his head to the side, considering confronting Alfred about the whole ‘I ain’t like that’ status he’s built for himself, but ultimately deciding that it’s not the time. If someone else is involved…then making it about Al might do the opposite of help. 

“Man, I think if you’re not about it then you have to say that-” Matthew starts, cutting himself off and blinking a few times before backtracking completely. “Wait, you got married in Vegas? Whose idea was that?!” 

There is so much here to unpack…

Matthew looks incredulous for a moment before adjusting his glasses, standing, and heading to the kitchen to grab beer. They were in for a long night. 

Alfred just rubs his face and groans. “Dude, I don’t remember. We were drunk as fuck. It wasn’t like a church or anything, so it don’t count as a real marriage. And well….now I know it was his idea after all this. It sure wasn’t me. …Fuck, what if he actually wanted to get married to me? The hell-”

He watches Matthew leave and hears the fridge open, yelling out from the couch: “You better be getting me somethin’ to drink too!”

It was definitely going to be a long night.

[northernsugarsnap]

“Okay, okay, okay,” Matthew said, reentering the room and dropping a cold tall boy in Alfred’s hands. “I’m pretty sure if you married each other you were both complicit, so let’s not do this blaming him thing, eh.” 

He sat down again, this time on the couch beside Al, one leg beneath him the other dangling off the side. “Regardless, I think that if you’re not into the whole idea of it then you should just tell him - nicely (don’t be a dick about it, he can’t help his feelings and you can’t help yours so stay chill) - that you’re cool being friends but his feelings aren’t reciprocated. Because if you’re waffling about this stuff then it’s not really fair to him? To, you know, be stringing him along... And it’s not fair to you, either, because you’re in a position where you think you have to protect his feelings...when that’s, like, not your job. You know?”

“But, like, please...you don’t have to be delicate about it, but don’t put him down just to make yourself feel better about it...”  

[landscape-lunacy]

Banff National Park, Alberta - by Merve Ceran Cevik

[americanexceptionalism]

northernsugarsnap‌:

Matthew idly wonders at what point Alfred became a caricature of himself. Had he always been like that? Probably not, but Mattie couldn’t put his finger on what had changed. And when. And why. 

“Ah, okay.” He says, leaning back, kicking his legs up underneath him, and politely ignoring that he is being roasted with every second sentence for literally no reason whatsoever. “So I’m guessing you’re not into it, then? Him, that is. In that way.”  

Alfred looks at his hands and, alright, he had to be answering that already. Time to get serious. “I ain’t like that, man. You know that.” He rests back against the couch again with a sharp huffing sound.

“I mean, we’re…sorta….friends? I guess? And we’ve…done stuff when we’re drinkin’, and I think we got married in Vegas, but… I ain’t like that,” he repeats. “So it’s awkward and shit.”

[northernsugarsnap]

Matthew nods and cocks his head to the side, considering confronting Alfred about the whole ‘I ain’t like that’ status he’s built for himself, but ultimately deciding that it’s not the time. If someone else is involved...then making it about Al might do the opposite of help. 

“Man, I think if you’re not about it then you have to say that-” Matthew starts, cutting himself off and blinking a few times before backtracking completely. “Wait, you got married in Vegas? Whose idea was that?!” 

There is so much here to unpack...

Matthew looks incredulous for a moment before adjusting his glasses, standing, and heading to the kitchen to grab beer. They were in for a long night. 

[northernsugarsnap]

MUSICAL AESTHETICS (#1)

Rules: Bold what applies to your muse, repost & tag some friends!

HAMILTON

wax seals. writing in ink. that moment when your stomach drops and you realize something horrible is about to happen. a single candle in the dark. heated arguments. ballroom dancing. stacks of paper overflowing a desk. fresh beginnings. the ticking of a clock. loud arguments. hand kisses. the barely-there trace of a word that’s been erased. passive aggressive texts. icy faces and wet cheeks. blood on the ground. forgiveness. quiet gasps into silence.

FALSETTOS

the tetris music. a pen scraping against paper. the muffled sound of crying in your mother’s room. tense silence at the dinner table. a chess board left in the middle of a game. carefully placed decorative pillows. stimming. red hoodies. kisses in the back of a dark bar. baseball. a hand on your thigh. sweaters. prayer shawls. too much champagne. the beeping of hospital instruments. hickeys all over your body. boxes full of old polaroids. fresh flowers on a gravestone.

IN THE HEIGHTS

piragua. flags blowing in the wind. muffled latin music. champagne bottles popping loudly. fireworks. slushies being slurped through a straw. pigeons picking bread-crumbs. candles in a blackout. the hottest day of the summer when the air seems to turn liquid.fire-escapes. taxis. dress-shirts and black ties. record scratches. graffiti. streetlights. winning lottery tickets roll up the rim. gossip at the salon. stacks of school books. the sound of a train going by. secrets kept away from the neighbors. coming home at the end of the day.

SPRING AWAKENING

wildflowers. white sundresses. first kisses. clammy hands holding each other. flower crowns. haylofts. tingly feelings all over. goethe. endless darkness. cold hands. silent screams. chalk against a chalkboard. all-nighters. wine yards. too-tight braids. bruises. innocence lost. graveyards. love letters. adults that don’t get it. piano lessons. study dates. phantom touches. whispers that stop when you get close. rolled down knee socks. your dad’s gun.

LEGALLY BLONDE

tiny dogs. red bull. pink. hello kitty. getting cat called. corduroy. leather messenger bags. the sound of high heels against tiles. scented paper. unworn fancy dresses. smeared lipstick. walking up on stage during your graduation. the flow-feeling you get into when studying something you actually care about. the scent of department stores. the tense atmosphere in court rooms. finding unexpected sisterhood.

WAITRESS

the scent of freshly baked pies. flour on your hands. old diners from the 60s that still look the same. southern hospitality. those dreadful minutes after you take a test and have to wait for a result. feeling lonely at night while someone else is asleep right next to you. contorted guitar chords. old recipe books passed down through generations. knowing something is wrong but doing it anyway. nights spent curled up on the couch with true crime shows.

[northernsugarsnap]

americanexceptionalism‌:

Alfred frowns deeply, clasping his hands together and sighing. “Mattie. If I was in love with myself, I would absolutely love me back. Again.” He unclasps his hands to gesture at himself. “Look at me. That wouldn’t be a problem.” There’s a pause and then- “It’s not gay if you’re in love with yourself, right? Like it’s…y’know, but-“ He stops himself and realizes he’s getting off topic.

“Anyway, nah. It ain’t me. I’m talking about Allan.” There wasn’t really a reason to keep it secret. (Allan might disagree, but eh.) “So again, what would someone like you want me to say? Only imagine you’re…a little cooler than you are. Just a little.” 

Matthew idly wonders at what point Alfred became a caricature of himself. Had he always been like that? Probably not, but Mattie couldn’t put his finger on what had changed. And when. And why. 

“Ah, okay.” He says, leaning back, kicking his legs up underneath him, and politely ignoring that he is being roasted with every second sentence for literally no reason whatsoever. “So I’m guessing you’re not into it, then? Him, that is. In that way.”  

[northernsugarsnap]

eleven-seas‌:

[Arthur squashes the frustration after it flares, draining his features of their austerity as he reminds himself to be patient. Though he wouldn’t rule out a connection between the other’s agreeableness and apathy, it doesn’t seem the case here.]

[He’s still visibly caught off-guard when Matthew asks him - despite having had his full attention - but Arthur smiles wide and happy. It’s perfect; a thought only reinforced when he checks it out later and finds it’s historical. Sidestepping their comparable joy, he takes the beer can and sets it down so he can step in to hug Matthew unimpeded.]

Of course, I’ll go with you.

[Of all the things Matthew expected to happen, a hug from Arthur was at the bottom of the list. In fact, it wasn’t on the list at all.] 

Okay- [He said quietly, accepting the hug tentatively at first but soon falling into it properly, even giving Arthur an affectionate squeeze.] 

Thank you...I’ll, um. I’ll send you a link or something and we can figure out a date. [He says this during the hug, thankful for the opportunity to deflect from any kind of eye contact whilst saying thanks. When he does pull away, he clears his throat and continues not looking at Arthur for a few seconds before he manages to pull himself together and smile.] Good party so far? 

[northernsugarsnap]

americanexceptionalism‌:

“Well, Al- Someone, is head over heels in love with me. I mean, I’m sure lots of someones are. Look at me. But they don’t usually tell me and now it’s…I dunno awkward? For them, I mean, I don’t get awkward.” He rubs his cheek and considers for a moment. “I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to say? Which is weird because I always know what to say and-“

A thought suddenly comes to him and he kicks his legs off the table and sits up, grinning at Mattie. “Oh shit, I totally came to the right person. You’re Al- Someone. In this scenario. Not in this exact scenario, obviously, but I bet you’ve been in love with loads of people that haven’t loved you back. What would you want them to say, dude?”

Matthew furrows his brow and tries very hard not to roll his eyes as Alfred continues to be a massive dick. Though he picks up on something, and concern starts to filter into his expression. 

Al?  

“You’re not talking about yourself, right?” He asks, placing his Switch on the ground and leaning forward in interest. Had he finally gone full Narcissus and fallen in love with his own reflection or something? Matthew wouldn’t put it past him.