#mateo's trying

[mindful-mateo]

Mateo was too nice a friend to fake gagging as Rhys said Roland had 'a way about him' but it was a near thing. The wine made it seem like a much better idea. He nearly plugged his ears as Rhys went on and on about the vampire's apparent virtues and good qualities but instead just chugged more wine. Finally, when Rhys was finished, Mateo gave him a look. "Well you shouldn't be allowed to make your own decisions if they're dumbass ones like going back to him." He scoffed as Rhys kept going. "Yeah, and how long's that gonna last? You'll be back joined at the hip sooner rather than later, trust me. I know you. For months I had to listen to how gaga you were for him and you're already starting to talk like that again. You're hopeless." He shook his head, feeling like he'd already made all his very valid points but it still mostly felt like he was trying to get through to a brick wall.

"Saying I'm robbing you is an overstatement!" Mateo protested, laughingly, and somewhat feebly. They struggled but then the song played and it seemed like it was mostly over. Rhys looked as shocked as Mateo was, at least, and like he didn't quite know what to do with himself. The witch took his phone back, though, and Mateo leaned his head back against the desk again, sighing for what felt like the millionth time. He looked at Rhys again when he spoke. "Why would I want to mention it?" Obviously, Byron was an exception to this comment, because he would absolutely be telling the hellhound about this ridiculous grand gesture. At least Rhys was asking him how he should react, though Mateo doubted he'd follow the advice. "Ignore it. Or if you can't ignore it just be like 'nice thanks' and then forget about it. You said you're gonna keep him at arm's length, right? Here's your chance to prove it."

Rhys scoffed as Mateo tried to dismiss his point, rolling his eyes behind the safety of his hood as a dozen responses immediately came to mind. “And how was I supposed to stop myself? He’s got a way about him, Mateo. To you and Seth, I know he doesn’t hold much appeal. You’re both entitled to your opinion of him. But I know him better than you two do. I’ve spent way more time with him. He’s so much more than you think he is. He’s compassionate, empathetic, considerate, surprisingly funny when he wants to be– he’s not some callous, cold-hearted bastard. I know the ghosting thing wasn’t good. Trust me, I’m all too aware of just how awful that was seeing as I was the one going through it, but that’s also precisely why I’m the one that gets to make this decision. I get it, you just want the best for me, and I appreciate that. Really, I do, but when it comes to this, it’s down to me.” Finally, Rhys paused to take a sip from his glass even if yet more alcohol wasn’t likely to help the current conversation. Mateo clearly disapproved of the justifications explanations provided if the noise that left him a moment later was anything to go by but Rhys didn’t let it dishearten him. “His actions have had consequences. I’ve been rebuffing him for the past few months. It’s only… recent occurrences that’ve brought us back together again. Well, kinda. It’s not like how it was before. I’ve made sure of that much, at least.” Realistically, it was only a matter of time before things returned to how they used to be. No matter how hard he tried, Rhys could only deny Roland for so long. Apparently, that much was obvious given how effortlessly Mateo pointed it out barely a heartbeat later. Tugging his hood down with his free hand, Rhys levelled the thunderbird with an exasperated look, leaning over to lightly jab him with his elbow, making sure not to spill a drop from his glass in the process. “C’mon, have a little faith in me. You know how stubborn I can be when I wanna be. This isn’t an exception just ‘cause it’s him. He’s gotta earn his way back if that’s how this is gonna go.”

Despite his panic, Rhys couldn’t help but laugh along with Mateo as he tried to keep his balance. “What does it look like I’m doing? You just tried to rob me! I’m not moving ‘til you give it back.” The scuffle for the phone continued with a surprising amount of gusto from both parties and though it was challenging enough through his laughter and considerable inebriation, trying to wrangle the phone from Mateo’s grasp when it had something to do with Roland seemed to suddenly become an Olympic sport of sorts. It was impossible to tell exactly who was at fault for causing the inevitable but as soon as the first few notes began to play, Rhys sat back as if he’d been struck, eyes wide and disbelieving as his gaze flickered intermittently between Mateo and the phone itself. At the very least, seeing his bewilderment mirrored by Mateo was reassuring; it meant this wasn’t some kind of pathetic fever dream. Lifting a hand to cover his mouth and stifle his laughter at the sheer absurdity of the circumstances, Rhys patiently waited until the piece had drawn to a close and snatched his phone back from Mateo’s hold before the thunderbird could complain, locking it and shoving it in his hoodie pocket as he tried to get his thoughts in order. He really shouldn’t have indulged in half as much wine as he had – trying to think straight right now felt entirely out of the question. “Well,” he started, pausing as he tried to find the rest of the sentence as his mind whirred with thought after thought. “That was… that was something. Something that you can't mention to a single soul outside of this room. I'll draft up an NDA for you if I have to. Don't think I won't.” With a hint of reluctance, Rhys finally moved to sit beside Mateo again, reaching for his glass to down the remainder of the wine before turning his full attention back to Mateo. “…How am I supposed to react to that?”

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Love how no one notices that evil mateo is visibly paler n has black hair

[thebumblecee]

The 126 + food and drink

(With thanks to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for the food and drink list)

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Bonus Cronut Carlos for @paperstorm

[kat-in-a-trashcan]

So I read a book….

[guskinnie]

finished reading They Both Die at the End this morning and holy fuck Adam Silvera was not kidding

[ryonello]

gekko <3

[llama--plumbobsims]

happy pride!

ib this post by @kingfakey

[sunofmoon]

he is officially the happiest man in the world

[deathcast-offical]

Rufus, I'm taking your boyfriend :)

Rufus: (appalled and holding Mateo in a death grip) What-?! Absolutely not!

Mateo: (trying to breathe) Rufus..-!

[guardian-angle22]

911 Lone Star | Paul Strickland

↳ 4.10 Sellouts

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

haven’t stopped thinking about this scene. my god. hugs

[glitchy-haha]

[thepeculiarbird]

Everyone crying their heart out reading Mateo's dad part in tbdate3 :

[kindheartedgummybears]

sorry for not being active yesterday I went to do some personal stuff and saw(ahhaha) saw x and ummm

UMMM

HADIOAWIUDBUAW??? ERRRR??? GERNAWIRHAE???? AWIOAWIODAWOBUDUVADW???????AWDNAWIOHDAWIHODIHOADW???????

This movie is going to be my whole personality the next few days so I'm sorry for that

[butchreyes]

you wouldn't last an hour in the nancymateo mug sharing where they raised me

[lilacthebooklover]

EoA Incorrect Quotes... But The Names Are Randomised By A Generator

Victor, in Shuriki’s window: I thought I’d find you here! Mateo, climbing past Victor: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Ash: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder? Naomi: Well, it’s frowned upon. Ash: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier? Ash: That’s okay, right?

Mateo, digging his grave: Long story short, this is my grave.......Want me to make you one too?

Armando: Guys! I found a 100 dollar bill! Armando: *looks around* ….Should I keep it? Elena: Armando, just do the right thing. Victor: And put in your bag. Elena: No—

Shuriki: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Carla, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. Ash, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please. Carla: Coming right up.

Carla: Ugh, the printer broke while printing out Esteban's birthday invitations. Naomi: Well, what are they supposed to say? Carla: "Esteban's birthday". Naomi: So, what do they say instead? Carla: "Esteban’s bi". Naomi: Naomi: Works out either way.

Gabe: My only talent is being stress. Luisa: Don't you mean stressed? Gabe: No.

Dona Paloma, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be… Isabel: I’m literally just going to the store.

*Dona Paloma is in the kitchen and they hear a crash from the living room* Dona Paloma, running into the living room: WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED HERE?!?! Esteban, looking at the broken TV screen and the remote on the floor: I was trying to throw the remote onto the TV stand! Dona Paloma: And Shuriki didn’t stop you?! Esteban, pointing at a sleeping Shuriki: She's been asleep for the past three hours. Victor, walking in, oblivious to the situation: Hey guys- Victor, realizing: Wait, is the TV broken? Why?! Dona Paloma, pointing at Esteban: He threw the remote onto the TV stand. Victor: Come on! That’s the 5th time this week and it’s 2 in the morning on a Tuesday! Shuriki, waking up to see the situation: *yawns* How long was I out? Shuriki, seeing the broken TV: OH GOSH NOT AGAIN! ESTEBAN, I TOLD YOU NOT TO! Esteban: You were asleep! And I always take a window of opportunity when I see it! Dona Paloma and Victor, in unison: But you broke the- Esteban: My work here is done. If anyone asks, I was never here. *dashes out of the living room*

Francisco: What if we were stranded on a desert island? Who would you eat? Naomi: Mateo. Francisco: So fast? Wh-what about me? I would eat you! Naomi: That’s very nice, I guess. Francisco: Why wouldn’t you eat me? I’m your best friend. Naomi: Look, if other people are having some, I’ll try you.

Dona Paloma: How would you like your coffee? Luisa: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Dona Paloma, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Elena: So, I've been thinking Isabel- Isabel: That's dangerous.

Mateo, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. Gabe: Yeah, Mateo will straight up cry in public. Don't try him. Mateo: Exactly, I will straight up- Mateo: Mateo, tearing up: Gabe, why would you say that?!

Shuriki: Elena is okay. Armando: She's okay? She said she was going to break my legs! And don't tell me she didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause she gave me the mackerel eyes, she meant it! Shuriki: Armando, Elena threatened me. She threatens Carla every day. She probably threatened Luisa before breakfast this morning. It's what she does. Grow a pair.

Francisco: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke? Isabel: I only like dark humor. Francisco, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? Isabel: Francisco: An IMPASTA!

Shuriki: I'm not doing too well. Isabel: What's wrong? Shuriki: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Mateo enters the room* Shuriki: There it is again.

Carla: So, you lied to me? Fiero: That depends on how you define lying. Carla: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it? Fiero: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

Naomi: Esteban, don’t go picking a fight with Gabe. Don’t forget, he's powerful, he could make life difficult for you. Esteban: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

Isabel: I drink to forget but I always remember. Carla: You're drinking orange juice.

Esteban: Oh no! I’m doomed! Isabel: Seriously? All you have to do is not insult Dona Paloma at her own memorial service. Esteban: Exactly! It’s impossible!

(I really want the stories behind these adlsjflhk)