actually perfect human beings


Hello y'all u/

Well, this must be my thousandth submission here but still my brain panics whenever I have to give people a first impression of me haha, so I’ll just introduce myself in a normal way this time and hope you won’t find me a weirdo (ow well, at least not a bad kind of weirdo). 

I am Matheus (you can go with Matt in case Matheus is too difficult to pronounce), a 17 year old, 5ft.6in. tall, male ape descendant who knows  what I’m doing with my life as much as a tea-leaf knows the history of the East India Company. And well, I live in a mostly harmless country called Brazil, down here in South America.  

One fun fact about me is that I hate starting paragraphs with a word I already used to start a paragraph before, so I had to add this unnecessary sentence just to satisfy my weird self, yay. Right so, I have an infinite amount of interests - from stupid memes to financial economics-, so just start talking about anything you want with me and I promise I’ll hold a conversation 🙃 Some stuff I really reaaally like though are: 

  • Cinema. I LOVE HORROR & DRAMA, but will watch anything, really. I also have a passion for movie post-production & dream of producing my own movie one day *cough* any movie producer companies over here? *cough*
  •  Music. I mostly listen to alternative bands such as Radiohead (Faust Arp is my alarm 😆), Keane, Coldplay, Pink Floyd, Arctic Monkeys, The Who, The Strokes, etc. & also I play the drums since I was 12 hehe
  • Writing. Not necessarily creative writing, just creating text out of anything. So hey, if you want someone to do your homework you can contact me too (neh jk, stop procrastinating on tumblr and go do your own homework ~ JKJK AGAIN, PROCRASTINATE JUST FOR A LITTLE LONGER AND GO EMAIL ME).
  • Reading. My favorite books are classic ones, specially Russian literature. But I read normal stuff too, like Percy Jackson, The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy, The Lord of The Rings, Harry Potter and such haha

Perfect pen pal: human being (actually not necessarily… aliens you can hmu too). I’m opened to snail mail (never did it but sounds REALLY awesome) or just exchanging long emails (my emails are INSANELY long, almost a novel, so don’t get scared), it’s all up to you, fellow :) 

Contact me via electronic mail:


Have a nice life, keep safe & don’t drink and drive (you can drink and email me though, that would be fun).


P.S.: Couldn’t find a good picture, so I’ll just upload a random one from my instagram.

“Actually, the love between Hilal and Leon was already in the script. Before starting the shootings we knew what would happen until the season finale and the story line. But we also were very surprised that the viewers noticed it and wanted to see their love before Hileon started. Probably it’s because that two characters are too different and too strong in their own worlds. I think that’s the reason why the viewers think that they match each other.” 

-Boran Kuzum about Hilal&Leon (from ranini tv interview)

when your fave is problematic:

• scott hoying
— he can sing these crazy riffs
— his jawline omfg
— he’s actually a 6'3 ft five year old child
— an actual, real life noodle

• kirstie maldonado
— she literally looks good in every single hair color/style
— she’s an angel
— she’s the sweetest and cutest human being to ever grace planet earth
— an actual, real life disney princess

• mitch grassi
— he is a pure diva
— his high-notes and just his singing voice in general omfg
— his spunky, sassy attitude
— an actual, real life queen/boy princess

• avi kaplan
— his mesmerizing green eyes
— his deep, low voice (the type that makes the girls want to bear his child and turn all the boys gay)
— he is genuine and sensitive
— an actual, real life dork and bbq-loving dragon

• kevin olusola
— he’s the most intelligent human being ever (speaks fluent mandarin, went to yale, and he can beatbox like it’s nobody’s business)
— his contagious laughs
— he’s swole
— an actual, real life perfect human being


Shakira: “Milan is obsessed with football. He’s the biggest Barça fan on the planet. He sleeps with the Barca jersey on, he sleeps with the ball, and he doesn’t miss a single match. He knows every single team, including those in the Premier League, and he wears all of their shirts.” The last time I tried to make a song was in the car with Milan. A melody came to my mind while he was singing the Barcelona anthem loudly, and I had to stop and memorize the melody until we reached home. But once there, my inspiration had gone! I had recorded it on my mobile but I could only hear Barça’s anthem.“

Your Heart on Your Sleeve

2x18 (Born This Way) reaction fic; Klaine; 2170 words; A03.
Kurt asks Blaine what he would put on his shirt…

“And even after our spectacular Barbra Streisand number at the mall, Rachel is still thinking about getting a nose job. I’m really disappointed in her.” Kurt was changing his clothes while Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed, Blaine’s hand obediently covering his eyes.

“Really? It doesn’t seem so awful to me.” Blaine said.

Kurt pulled his t-shirt on. “Are you serious?”

“Um, yeah? If it makes her feel better about herself, maybe it would be a good thing for her. It doesn’t seem very different than dieting or working out to change the way your body looks.”

Kurt considered this. He himself had been known to watch his weight - skinny jeans were not very forgiving, and he liked the way he looked when his tightest ones fit just right. “But she should love herself the way she is.”

“I think that’s easier said than done. And in the end, it’s her choice, right?” Blaine squirmed on the bed, switching the hand he held over his eyes. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

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carry on countdown day 4: punk/pastel au

ahh ok yall were so nice about my fic yesterday that im doing it again. so here’s a pastel!simon / punk(ish)!baz for you :)) i promise it’s mostly not as angsty as it seems in the beginning……….

thanks again @carryon-countdown !

Baz loved to watch Simon Snow. Ok, not in like, some weird-creepy-stalker way. Just in the way that people like to watch the ocean, or the sunset, or the night sky. Looking at Simon was like looking into the heart of a far away galaxy, the kind that’s all swirling colors and sparkling motion and infinity.

Simon lived in his own world. You could tell by the way he stared out windows during class, his chin resting in his hand like he knew Baz was watching and posed just for him. You could tell by the way he would bob along to the music playing in his headphones as he walked down the hectic school hallway with a pleasant smile. You could tell by the way he reacted when people called him names (names that need not be repeated here, as you can surely imagine) for his pastel clothes, his baby pink hair, his painted nails. They would spit their cruel words at him, and Simon would simply cock his head, a mildly pitying, mildly confused expression on his face, and give them a look that asked—without making a sound—why they were so insecure that they felt the need to strike out at him. And then, without a word, he would carry on.

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Wash: I am trying to redeem myself for the  things I have done but am not sure I am capable of being a good person again.
I am finally trying to better myself after years of apathy but it is hard to know when I am making the right decision.
When I am thrust into a leadership position I subconsciously emulate the person who has tormented me for years.
My pride was severely wounded by a man I don’t respect by exploiting character flaws I refuse to admit I have.
I cannot achieve my ideal of the perfect soldier because I am actually a human being with flaws and feelings.
La única persona quien entiende lo que estoy diciendo es el hombre loco que está tratando a matarnos.