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"I won't give up until I've seen the sun."

LYRIC STARTERS | ACCEPTING | @matthxlt

❝ Careful there shortstack, Icarus flew to close to the sun and see where that got him. ❞

#::🌌:: And I'll form the head ((IC))#::🌌:: Report filed ((ANSWER))#matthxlt

Little quick doodle for @matthxlt in between doin' things~ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

#[{☀}]: ᵍᵃˡᵃᶜᵗᶤᶜ ʰᵃˡᵒ | ᵐᵃᵗᵗ ;;#L: Doodles;#OOC #L: ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉᶰ ᵏᵉᵉᵖᵉʳ | ˡᵉᵒ ;;#Matthxlt

@matthxlt || starter call

▴— Finally taking a break, Katie sags into the desk chair, laying her head on the desk. She’s tired. But she isn’t ready to sleep.. She still has to try to talk to Matt.

(Talking isn’t the best word for it.. pressing her fingers hard into her own bruises and hoping her brother can feel it isn’t really talking.) ‘Come on Matt,’ she thinks, digging her fingers into a particularly large bruise on her leg. ‘You always felt this when we were kids.’

There’s yelling in the hallway to her room and she squeezes her eyes shut to block it out, tries to focus on Matt and pressing her message through to him. God bless their mother for teaching them Morse Code.

“ -- .- - - / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / .- -. ... .-- . .-. / -- . “ ‘ Matt, please answer me. ‘

#| i hope twin verse is okay!#if you want something else just tell me! |#matthxlt #⋆;; ❝we are the same down to our scars; nothing will keep me from him❞ (ᵗʷᶤᶰ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ | ᵐᵃᵗᵗʰˣˡᵗ)#( t; tbn )

[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

TEXT MESSAGES | ACCEPTING | @matthxlt

[ text to: Neil deGrasse Tyson fanboy ] Matt

[ text to: Neil deGrasse Tyson fanboy ] Matt no

[ text to: Neil deGrasse Tyson fanboy ] Matt stop

[ text to: Neil deGrasse Tyson fanboy ] Why are you like this I’m not taking you to the hospital if you have a heart attack

[ text to: Neil deGrasse Tyson fanboy ] Can I have your videogames if you die

#look man shiro's the epitome of Tired College Student(TM) okay #matthxlt #::🌌:: Report filed ((ANSWER))

@matthxlt | Starter ;;

The air was getting thinner, he knew. Something was there, cleaning up the proverbial wave of thickness that had weighed down on them without reprieve, leaving them to actually see what was there and not be distracted by the looming cloud above. His thoughts spiraled a little less often, his lips twitched into that smile a little more-- it almost felt normal. If it weren’t for the remainder, he was certain he’d recognize that sense of normalcy. For some reason an old song he remembered popped up in his head, eyes trained on Matt with an expression he couldn’t quite define as something less than concern but certainly a mixture with something far more gentle than that. A distant sound of drums thrummed in his ears but his focus was always on him.

“Matt,” he wanted to say something, the words trapped behind bitten jowls as he tried to decipher the hollowed sound. There was more than simple strung together words basting on his tongue. He wanted to say something. Its there, stuck in the void of his thoughts as he reaches out without thinking. Where words fail, actions could make up for it. This was Matt after all, he could be a little more lax with his restraint. Marred digits found home at the other’s jaw and he tried to breathe a little easier. “I’m not very good at this.” An understatement of the year, he basically all but physically rejected the thought of being even at arms length with people. Matt was different though, he always had been. He always would be.

His taller frame bowed, closing what little gap he hadn’t already by simply leaning closer to him. “I don’t ever want to think about the possibilities but I’m all too aware of the reality. I guess.. Now isn’t the time to play it safe. What I’m trying to say is that as much as I’d like to kiss you, hug you, simply reassure you when you’re not alright-- I can’t in the same light anymore.” It was deception at its worst and a casual lie at best. (He was never quite good at lying to him.) “I can’t keep telling you its just because you’re my best friend, because you’re more than that to me. I’m a terrible choice, an even worse person to even consider at all really, and gods above I‘m not merciful either. If I were, I wouldn’t tell you..” He didn’t try to take his eyes off him, the unfinished sentence all but looming in the air. It was now or never, really.

“That I love you more than any friend could and it hasn’t been a platonic sort of love for the longest time.”

#Tales;#Matthxlt #[ GIVES YOU THIS ]

@matthxlt | Starter ;;

It was a glance, just that, but he found himself staring just a second later. This was an invasion of privacy, he knew that but even so, he couldn’t just look the other way and forget what he had seen; it just didn’t work that way with him. (He was too straight forward for that.) He reached forward without hesitation, flesh borne digits slipping beneath the fabric that shrouded what he’d seen. Scars. There was no denying he figured that Matt would have some, but why would they be here? What had they done? “Kind of like tiger stripes..” He was muttering, mostly to himself as he brushed his fingers gently over the taut flesh. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a stockpile of his own marred flesh, that was sure, so he wasn’t the least bit put off.

Rather, he could understand wanting to hide them. It wasn’t like he wore long sleeved turtle necks just for the style after all. It took him a moment before he realized exactly what he was doing in full, hand retracting carefully as he flashed a smile. “Sorry.”

#Tales;#Starters ;;#Matthxlt