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Do u think u could draw Wheel and WWFT from ITFT ... they are my absolute beloveds and id love 2 see them in ur glorious style
#cardboard-planet#postings ;#our doodles ;#request ;#khin art ;#designs ;#HERE U GO !!!!#:D#itft wheel#itft wwft
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Who wins starstruck or a aroace guy
both of them, because she's also aroace just like me!
actually while i'm at it, here's the little animation i was working on for pride month but never got around to posting!
in my self indulgent aroace worldbuilding i like to imagine that labels for orientations and genders are just kind of... not that much of a thing on popstar, because it doesn't matter at all to anyone. nobody has ever cared about stuff like who or how you love, and 90% of them are picking their own pronouns anyway.
that said, it's still nice to have a little self representation here on our primitive earth internet, where this kind of thing very much does need to exist and we deserve to be proud of it!
#in case there's any confusion: these are my personal identities. starstruck continues to be my sona 👍#ofc i could have put a dozen other microidentities because can't we all. but i'm leaving it at this for now!#some flags (polyam and xenogender in particular) are 5 stripe alts in order to limit the risk of strobing effects in the animation#my art#starstruck dee#planet popstar: planet of miracles (the miracle is that everybody is aroace and autistic)#meta knight *might* have a passing understanding of “romance” but like.... i still don't think he's any good at it#couldn't flirt his way out of a wet cardboard box
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the wet beasts :3
(this is @chimerical-daydreams 's main)
DHJAGDJBQJDBSJND??? THE BEASTS!!!!!!!
#peace and love on planet kings#big fan of your Guy btw. puts him in a cardboard box and floats him down a river#retribution au#in repetition and retribution au#ask
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I’m sorry but I will never use a paper straw
#never again#but baby paper straws are not the solution to multibillionaire companies and celebrities polluting our planet#like me drinking from a straw that’s basically cardboard isn’t gonna save the world from doom
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Dinosaur figure of the day: Field Museum Mold-A-Rama Quetzalcoatlus (2021)
(Not technically a dinosaur, I know, but we love all prehistoric creatures here)
A bit of background info on Mold-A-Rama below the cut!
Mold-A-Rama machines are coin-operated injection-molding machines that have been around since 1964. (The ones at the Field Museum at least have been retrofitted with card readers, so you don't actually need coins to get a figure from them!)
The Field Museum in Chicago occasionally designs new molds for them to go with their exhibits! This Quetzalcoatlus is a new design made in 2021 to commemorate the updated Evolving Planet exhibit with the giant life-sized Quetzalcoatlus statue:
(They also have other machines with original vintage molds, which I may also feature!)
#dinosaur figure#quetzalcoatlus#azhdarchid#pterosaur#mold-a-rama#my collection#that thing is so huge i feel like a baby hadrosaur in prehistoric planet about to be stabbed from the sky with a 6 ft beak#never mind the cardboard t rex head in the bg#we will get to him. maybe#also in the bg: the butt of another moldarama (apatosaurus)#my parents refused to let me get these as a kid so now ofc I am on a quest to get one of each design#all I am missing is the trike bc he was out of order
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Planets of Fire is really funny actually. Turlough is having the worst day of his life and trying to be brave about it. Peri is having the worst day of her life and keeps on attacking the Master about it
#the fucking. Tiny Master in his little cardboard box of a control room#and then the Doctor lets the Master burn and HE starts having the worst day of his life#doctor who#planet of fire#five
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... how am I meant to get any sort of restful sleep when it's like 85F indoors in my bedroom at NIGHT .. hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
#why the next poll adventure and everything else has taken so long lol.. I straight up have just not done anything#the past few days... staring down my todo list and sweating hopelessly#AT LEAST it;s relatively low humidity. the highest it's been up to is maybe 65%. but is usually around 50 or 40ish#There is one small window air conditioner in a roomate's room that can KIND OF be shared by nailing a sheet up to block off the hallway#with the rooms in it so the cool air goes into the other bedrooms but doesnt flow out into the kitchen or etc but#wjhen it's the time of day that the sun is directly hitting the window & it's like 102F outside even that doesnt help much. to cool 3 rooms#and I always feel like we're going to explode the air conditioner or something running it too much with direct heat on it. sometimes it#smells like hot plastic or whatever ghj.. so it's mostly just.. block off all windows with 5 layers of blankets and cardboard#starting at 10am (meaning.. no indoor light for days basically.. no natural lighting.. time passes weird. hard to determine time of day).#throw water on the bed every night so you sleep in wet sheets and keep your clothes and hair wet at all times. ice. cold drinks. keep a#little fan running pointed directly at you nearly 24/7 even when sleeping with a fan blowing air on you makes your eyes and throat painfull#dry. etc. etc.. and i KNOW people have it worse in plenty of places blah blah. i am just complaining on my little blog that is about me lol#I think the biggest thing about lack of adequate/central air conditioning for me is just the LACK of productivity!!! I am working on games!#and novels!! and so many other crafts. costumes! sculptures!!! things I want to do!!! we all have a limited amount of time on this planet a#nd I have so many goals!! To lose basically 4-5 days straight or producivity - when if I had been able to temperature#control my environment better I could have easily gotten more done because I wouldn't be laying around nuseous and too hot#and sick to do anything all day etc. -- is like.... GRRRRRR... it just feels so senseless.. i could have USEd that time...#Every CEO who has contributed to global warming owes me 1million doallrs to fund my art projects and make up for all the time#I've lost on them due to their stupid bullshit.. also they should be stoned to death in a public square. but redistribute the money FIRST#to everyone on the planet. but especially people who have been affected by floods. fires. etc. etc.#poor people who have limited choice in housing and access to air conditioning. homeless people in cooling centers. people with disabillitie#and health issues that are worse in the heat so the entire future just seems increasingly terrifying for them. etc. etc.#ANYWAY.... eughhhgh.... It can cool down SLIGHTLY at night but the past few nights I have been sleeping in an 81 degree room and I wake up#and first thing in the morning its like 82 by then and I'm so nauseous and nasty feeling... just so so tired of it.. I NEED SNOW#literally not even joking.. snow would heal me. .. oughffff...#AND i got the new nasty stinky poo poo pee pee tumblr dashboard update lol.. e v i l
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The main thing about IDW OP that I'm on my hands and knees begging people to understand is to actually treat him like a fucking character and give him the nuanced understanding that this fandom gives to other characters just fine. Like, I s2g the reason no one even talks about IDW OP is because at the first sign of him making mistakes or having a flawed worldview (you know, like a REAL PERSON and not a cartoon caricature) they instantly bail and go "zomg worst Optimus ever".
Like please for fuck's sake IDW1 is a story steeped in realism and moral grayness can you stop for ONE SECOND and realize that IDW OP being a little bit of an asshole or making big mistakes doesn't instantly make him the worst character ever and maybe take the time to actually read his story? B/c half the shit people say about IDW OP makes it obvious that they've only read MTMTE and LL (badly, might I add) and it annoys the shit out of me
#discourse#squiggposting#in the eyes of this boring ass fandom the ideal OP is a literal cardboard cutout#because no one wants him to do anything except stand in the background and smile and be some Good Guy#i mean for fucks sake it only took 10 episodes of ES a literal children's cartoon for people to instantly be like#'goo goo gaga OP works with a shady organization for the sake of maintaining peace with earth's citizens'#'on a planet that cybertronians came to by force bringing war and destruction with them'#'omg this children's cartoon OP is so bad because he wants to protect humans and makes compromises he doesn't like in order to do so'#like sorry i'm just really mad bc the reason ppl reject IDW OP isn't because of who he is as a character strictly#it's just because he's op/timus pri/me (TM) and he's not allowed to be anything else but perfect and good#that's why mfs are out there stanning objectively shitter characters and acting like adults about it#but when it comes to idw OP being more morally gray they flip their shit or pretend he doesn't exist#baby shhhh it's okay let OP be a person it's fine you'll survive#one single OP who doesn't cater to geewunners and the sensibilities of children's cartoons isn't gonna kill you#we can have more adult transformers stories but god forbid OP be more adult too. he has to be his g1 self now and forever#and if he ever makes compromises or questionable decisions or mistakes then throw him right out of the window. lmao
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i depend soo heavily on the opinions of people i have never met in my life and will never meet again. someone on a random instagram comment section could say "if you weren't born great then you never will be" and i'll go oahhh okay. i'll die then. someone could go "hey i'm literally god and i think you're bad" i'd be like ohh yeah haha ^_^ and cry about it for weeks
#chu shut up#my braaiiinnn wahhhhh wahhh i'm a stupid baby#people can be the most horrid wretched pieces of garbage on the planet and i'll let their opinion change how i see myself#because i'm just sooooo small and helpless i'm literally a kitten on the side of the road#and they're big mean guys with pickup trucks and they splash road water onto me by driving really fast#my cardboard box is soaked and i sit there sad and alone. occasionally i mew and someone walks by but other than that i'm sad pathetic baby#this is a bad mindset btw don't be like me#even if the comment in question has like 200 replies saying “this isn't true btw” “op eats babies” i'll still think about it a lot
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unfortunately i enjoy these sad little tunes on the piano and my mother will simply have to Deal
#just me hi#sorry but d minor speaks to me spiritually [sunglasses drop and i start slamming on the keys]#hbfhs but i do feel a little bad about it. so ye sorry mother dearest but the sad little tunes were created specifically for my ears u-u#i must learn. more songs#i've been playing the stuff at the end of this self-teach book but that's only like 5 songs so what am i to do lol#my dad handed me. schubert#my dude i just. i don't. you believe in me too much Lmao#//crazy tho did you know that there are apparently people in this world that really truly believe i have a functioning brain??#that's crazy man. cough#lol they're prolly not wrong but man.. i should Not have been given this thing hvfhs#feels like it operates at 2% efficiency at All Times except for 2-4 a.m. where my brain chemicals then swap places like the worst#game of musical chairs on the planet Hbfhv#//oh speaking of brains if you had to switch brains with somebody who would you trust to trade with?#i was thinking one of my siblings but dear lord. i would never want to do that to them Hfbvshfvsh#'why one of your siblings' they forgive me for a Lot of weird stuff hfsh <33#plus. there could be worse ways of coming out Hfbhsvfhs + they'd have my perspective on it at that point so ! :>#or i think i'd leave it at an orphanage like they do in the movies. in a cardboard box n everything :)#technically not a switch but you know somebody's gotta use it for something loll#//anyway i gotta work on this thing#siiiighhghghgh why is the beginning so hard lol :')#i am ON my way !!! [runs towards you and vanishes]
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Hi its me again CONGRATS ON 500 !!!! Ur art is so yummy it reminds me of gummy sharks ...... could we maybe see nickel ii and nickel bfdia in ur style .. im interested in the different features youd give them !!!
i think it's p easy to tell them apart w how i intend to draw em so here :]
i like thinking they're siblings or cousins cause its rlly funney 2 me
#cardboard-planet#postings ;#our doodles ;#request ;#nickel ii#nickel bfdi#ii spoilers#cuz im insane sorry#YEAH!#YEAH YEAH YEAH !!!!!#designs ;#updated my nickel beefydie a bit but hes still a lil fruity#i love him so much
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Acab applies to security guards too.
Okay, so there's two basic kinds of security: public and private
Public security is for government employees like police
Private security is stuff like security guards, bodyguards, and bouncers
As a security guard, you need to pass different licensing exams for different privileges. Someone who might handcuff people needs a license to carry handcuffs- someone who might need to carry a weapon needs a license for that weapon.
I passed my BST exam something like five years ago and stopped there, so I am allowed to carry: A radio
And as private security, again, there are two basic kinds: in-house and contract
Contract security means a company or a person or a location like a park can pay my boss' boss money to send powerless scarecrows in uniforms to walk around and provide what is called "visible presence"
which is, essentially, a life-size cardboard cutout of a guy wearing the classic Spirit Halloween costume, "Black Slacks Law Professional" in size L
So if the entire chain of authority, from a toddler at the mall food court all the way up to whoever happens to have access to the majority of the planet's nukes at this time, you should know that someone like me currently ranks somewhere very slightly above Janitor, but still definitely below Cinnabon Assistant Manager
Which means that if I chose to go rogue and use my powers for evil TOMORROW, I would maybe manage to punch a Cinnabon employee and shoplift half a dozen chocolate bars from the gift shop before I am fired and in jail being sued off my ass with my licenses revoked for life, unable to leave the country or apply for a job at Walmart with my new shiny criminal record
Security guards and mall cops ain't police. We're dressed like police so you don't try and do something illegal in the area, but the vast majority of us can't actually do anything.
Calm down
#Teablart#Ahhhh oh no the venomous corn snake#That's what you sound like#I'm sorry I'm getting cranky but good lord we've gone over this#Do your research#I don't give half a wood nickel about our criminal justice system just keep your pants on till you're off the property
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you worry the cardboard sleeve around the coffee and think about landfills and the future without straws. you are worried about prion disease and deer. you are worried about the rising temperature of mushrooms. you are worried about teflon and microplastics and carcinogens and whatever else you're being quietly lied to about.
your mother used to jokingly say you are "a worrier," which always kind of oddly hurt your feelings. you feel like a person. and besides, you've been told one-million-times that this is normal. examples get trotted out in a pony show each time: everyone gets nervous sometimes. they talk about public speaking and picturing people naked and how when they get nervous they just-get-over-it.
you run your hands down the grater of your life and feel the sharpness. you started holding your breath in tunnels as a kid, worried that if you relax, the ceiling would cave in. like years of architects and engineers weren't responsible - you, and your faith, you were responsible for the success of infrastructure. if you slipped for a moment, your whole family would be swept away under the ocean. and the problem is that it worked - no tunnel collapsed.
you once broke a coffee carafe and even though you didn't drink from it after, you worried that there had been some previous invisible micro-break that had made you drink glass particles. you stayed awake for 24 hours, constantly dreading each swallow, waiting to taste blood.
you hate being late, you worry about it. you go to grab literally just lunch with a friend - no pressure, no emergency - and you still park the car an hour early and just sit there scrolling on your phone aimlessly. maybe you just don't like surprises or change. you triple-check you locked the doors, and then go to bed, and then get up out of bed to check twice again.
a worrier. like a strange and dreadful bingo card, you collect weekly experiences. someone tells you that you're overthinking, that's 2 points. you have to physically turn around and go back in your house to check you unplugged everything, that's 1 point. spiraling about climate change or politics or the state of the world is a free space, that's basically every evening.
you worry you're being selfish and not a good person because how come you're worried about your dog's health and the itch in your eye when you know people who are really very ill or who have it worse or who are genuinely struggling. then you worry that you're being annoying by infantilizing them. then you worry that your priorities are wrong, that you should be infinitely more worried about the state of a dying planet.
you wanted to be a person, is all. you wanted to go through life in a softness, to hold the world gently and have it whisper past you. and instead you are a worrier. everything that touches you is hard and raw and sharp like diamonds.
#spilled ink#warm up#anxiety#this didn't turn out how i wanted :(#btw i have ocd and as most ppl w/ocd r happy 2 tell u: we have no idea where the anxiety stops#and the ocd begins#i developed ocd to keep my anxiety at bay. which meant that . when my ocd is bad. so is my anxiety
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Good Omens won the THE 13TH BRITISH FILM DESIGNERS GUILD PRODUCTION DESIGN Award in the BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN - THE PLANET POSITIVE AWARD! :) WAHOO!❤
"Built in just 4 days without traditional materials, the set highlighted cardboard's aestethic appeal and potential to revolutionize film and television set design, emphasizin its cost-effectiveness, minimal environmental impact, and recyclability."
Bts photos from the making of the 1941 Soho :)
#good omens#bts photos#photos#bts#1941 minisode#2ep4#2i4i2#awards#award win#WAHOO!#marty kelly#Ghillie Smith#Ann Marie Coulter#Kirsty Glover#G1 Scenery Ltd#Jordan R.A. Mills#soho#1941 soho#fun fact#michael ralph#set design#set decoration
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queer space (spray paint on canvas 40x40cm/18x18inch)
#spraypaint#diy#space#spacepicture#planets#canvas#spraypaintart#graffiti#planet#art#artwork#homemade#doityourself#selftoughtartist#diyart#diyartwork#cardboard#smallartist#graffitiart#graffitiartist#galaxy#trans#lgbtiaplus#queerart#queer#lgbtia#queerartist
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Unauthorized Documentary 0.5
Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler is filming his untitled documentary, you hate it (not really).
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x fem!reader
Category: fluff
Warnings/Includes: fake arguing, fake fighting, mean reader (it's fake)
Word count: 1.6k
a/n: i am rewatching the documentaries right now and i need this man so bad
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“I am not Matthew’s girlfriend,” you sighed heavily, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I have no idea why he keeps telling people that.”
The camera panned slightly, focusing on your expression as the cameraman shrugged nonchalantly. His lack of input only seemed to fuel your irritation.
Turning sharply to face the lens, you stared directly into it with a deadly serious expression. With an intense tone, you declared, “Let me make this absolutely clear for anyone dumb enough to be watching anything about Matthew Garbler — I have never, and will never, date that pathetic freak.”
The silence that followed hung in the air, your words ringing with unapologetic finality.
The camera pulled back slightly, catching more of the chaotic surroundings: a cluttered dressing room filled with mismatched furniture, half-empty coffee cups, and a life-size cardboard cutout of Matthew Gray Gubler in a pirate hat.
From behind the camera, a voice asked, dripping with sarcasm, “So you’re saying there’s no chance for a romantic subplot?”
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Romantic subplot? This isn’t some trashy rom-com. This is real life! And in real life, I wouldn’t date Matthew if he was the last human being on this planet. I’d rather marry the cardboard cutout.” You gestured dramatically at the pirate Matthew, who seemed to smirk mockingly at you.
The cameraman snorted. “Right. But you’re still his assistant?”
“I’m his manager,” you snapped, your eyes narrowing. “And don’t you dare forget it. I keep that lunatic’s life from imploding every single day. And what do I get in return? A stupid title on this dumb documentary and people thinking I’m his girlfriend? Unbelievable.”
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Later, the camera turns on Matthew, his brow furrowed and his expression caught somewhere between confusion and mild panic. “She said what?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
From behind the camera, a voice awkwardly clarified, “Uh, she said she’s not your girlfriend.”
Matthew’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing slightly. He made a quick hand motion, his tone turning sharp. “Show me the footage.”
The screen jumps back to Matthew as he watches the clip. He forces an uncomfortable laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s so funny,” he says, his voice cracking slightly. “That’s just how Y/N is… she likes to joke around like that.”
The camera slowly pans away, catching you in the background, deep in conversation with one of the producers. Your body language is animated, your irritation still evident as you gestured emphatically.
“Fuck,” Matthew mutters under his breath, the nervousness in his voice escalating. He whirls around, shouting over his shoulder, “Cut that, cut all that!”
Before anyone can respond, he bolts from the set, his hurried footsteps fading as the shot lingers awkwardly on the empty doorway he’s just fled through.
—
While you were giving another uncomfortable interview for the cameraman, the door burst open, and Matthew himself waltzed in, juggling three cups of coffee. “Guess what, everyone! I’ve decided to legally change my name to ‘Gublé,’ like the singer, but with pizzazz. Thoughts? Be honest but supportive.”
You turned to the camera, your mouth slightly agape as if asking the audience for strength. “This is my life.”
“Wait,” Matthew cut in, setting the coffee cups precariously on a stack of scripts. “Did you tell them about us?” His eyes sparkled mischievously.
You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “For the hundredth time, there is no ‘us.’ There never was and never will be!”
“Ah, denial,” Matthew said wistfully, draping himself across the nearest chair like a Victorian maiden. “It’s the first stage of acceptance, you know.”
The cameraman’s voice chimed in again, amused. “That’s grief.”
“Well, I’m grieving her lack of enthusiasm for our undeniable chemistry!” Matthew quipped, pointing dramatically at you before turning to the camera. “Did you catch that? That’s good TV, folks. Make sure you zoom in on her frustration—it’s practically Shakespearean.”
You threw up your hands in defeat. “I’m quitting,” you declared, marching toward the door. “I’m leaving, and I’m never coming back.”
“Wait!” Matthew leaped up, his tin foil cape trailing behind him. “Before you go, do you want one of these coffees? I got your favorite!”
You stopped, turning slowly. “No.”
—
You stormed into Matthew’s trailer, not bothering to knock. He was sitting on the edge of a couch, exaggeratedly flipping through a script as he was recorded, but the moment he saw your expression, his face fell.
“Stop,” you said sharply, pointing a finger at him. “Stop telling people I’m your girlfriend. It’s weird as fuck, Matthew.”
He blinked, momentarily stunned, before awkwardly laughing and setting the script aside. “Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s just for the bit—it makes the show more, you know, engaging.”
You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “Engaging for who? Because I don’t think the fake audience gives a shit about your fake relationship narrative. And I’m certainly not here for it.”
Matthew shifted uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze. “I mean, technically, it’s not really fake—”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“Well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “we’ve spent a lot of time together. People see that and, you know, assume things. I just… lean into it.”
“You lean into it?” you repeated incredulously. “Matthew, no one is assuming anything. You’re making it up and then selling it like a damn tabloid story!”
He held up his hands defensively. “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’ll stop. I swear. I’ll—” He paused, his eyes darting to the camera peeking through the crack in the door. “Is this… are we filming right now?”
You turned your head sharply to catch the lens disappearing behind the door frame. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Matthew grimaced. “It’s for the show?”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Matthew. Fix it. Now.”
“I will!” he promised, scrambling to his feet. “I’ll tell them it was all a misunderstanding. Like, tomorrow. Maybe.”
“Today,” you snapped, pointing at him one last time before turning on your heel to leave. “Or I’m moving to another continent, got it?”
Matthew sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. I promise. No more telling people we’re together.”
You stared at him for a long moment, your arms still crossed. “You’d better,” you said firmly. “Because if I hear one more person ask me what our anniversary is or how you proposed, I’m going to lose it.”
“Got it,” he said quickly, nodding like a chastised child. “No more fake girlfriend stories. Swear on my vintage ghost-hunting equipment.”
“Good,” you said, heading for the door. But just as you reached for the handle, you turned back one last time. “And for the record? If you ever pull this stunt again, I’ll leak the footage of you crying at craft services over them being out of grape soda.”
Matthew gasped, clutching his chest in mock horror. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me,” you deadpanned before slamming the door behind you.
Inside the trailer, Matthew let out a long, defeated sigh before muttering under his breath, “She totally loves me.”
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After the cameras had been packed up for the day and the set was finally quiet, you made your way to Matthew’s trailer. The door was slightly ajar, and you knocked softly before stepping inside. He was mid-way through changing out of his Spencer Reid clothes, tugging off the familiar cardigan with his back turned to you.
“Hey,” you greeted, a playful grin tugging at your lips.
Matthew spun around quickly, his face lighting up with a matching smile the moment he saw you. “Hi, love,” he said warmly, walking over to you without hesitation. His hands found your waist as he pulled you closer. His expression softened as he asked, “Are we okay?” There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, like he was bracing for a blow.
You tilted your head, confusion flickering across your face. “Of course, baby,” you replied, your hand instinctively reaching up to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed against the slight stubble there as you searched his eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
Matthew let out an awkward laugh, his grip tightening slightly as if to ground himself. “You were just... really convincing today,” he admitted, his words tumbling out with a sheepish smile.
“Oh, that?” you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “Matthew, you know I have to sell it, or the bit doesn’t land. That’s the whole point, right? It’s supposed to be funny.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, though the nervous edge in his laugh hadn’t quite disappeared. “But for a second there, I thought you actually hated me.”
Your expression softened at his words, and you leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I could never hate you,” you murmured against his mouth. “You’re ridiculous, sure. Annoying sometimes? Definitely. But I love you, even when you make up insane fake-girlfriend narratives.”
A relieved grin spread across his face as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I really don’t want to get in trouble with my real girlfriend.”
You laughed, your fingers threading through his hair. “Well, you’re not off the hook just yet,” you teased, a mischievous glint in your eye. “You owe me dinner for all the grief you caused today.”
“Done,” Matthew replied instantly, his smile turning playful. “But only if you promise not to leak that grape soda footage. My reputation depends on it.”
“Depends on how good the dinner is,” you shot back with a smirk.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, his lips capturing yours again in a kiss that promised he’d make it up to you.
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