Ahhhh I Love Love Love This

Ima need a 50s singer jschlatt mafia aesthetic fic with reader idk what it means but I can see it in my head

I don’t talk about my disabilities often on here because i like to escape from them when I can, but I think it’s a good time to say,

Able bodied people LOVE to hate disabled people.

I recently went to Disneyland for the day, i place i grew up visiting and still love. But for the first time in all my visits, i rented a wheelchair. Which I personally do not regret - im generally not a mobility aide user but I have needed ambulatory aides in the past, so as a precaution I got the wheelchair. The last time I visited without use of a chair I was so exhausted I couldn’t really use my ankles by noon, and I’m not leaving till the park closes. The wheelchair saved me from so much pain, fatigue and discomfort, it made the visit better for me and the people with me.

And I came to the conclusion, Disney is the one place you can really experience the true view people have on handicapped people.

Some park goers were very understanding and helpful, some literally walked into me, or pushed the chair out of their way as if I wasn’t in it. Some people didn’t look me in the eye, and some would only look at me in the eye.

Many conversations went something like:

👱🏻

“Hi!”

And the eye contact does get weird after maybe two uninterrupted seconds.

And others were more like:

🙄

And pretending like I’m not there is really awkward.

All in all, I know it fucking sucks i exist and can’t walk safely for extended periods of time! I know I should leave the wheelchair for people actually can’t walk! I know I shouldn’t stand up and walk because I’m wheelchair bound! I know you hate me!

But I’m not here for you, my wheelchair wasn’t specifically designed to be a problem for you! I just can’t walk.

You’re lucky you can, you’re lucky the pain I feel on an average basis is your emergency room level pain!

It’s important that able bodied people remember and recognize, you don’t have to treat people with walkers, crutches, canes, wheelchairs, scooters, or any other aides, like kids. Im a human, with a brain, thoughts, emotions, and opinions. And just like you, I can tell this interaction is going really bad.

Don’t stare to be polite, don’t stare to be rude. Don’t overly sympathize, or question. Don’t yell at us, or for us. I’m not a make a wish kid, if I were I’d be in Europe, not Disneyland.

Respect disabled people, remember they’re more person than disabled.

able-bodied people will claim to be disability activists and then they'll get pissed at you if you don't have the physical energy to respond 'timely'. or if you sleep a lot due to exhaustion. or if you can't get out much (or at all!) for an array of reasons. or if your hygiene isn't up to their standards because you can't wash yourself. or if you have 'inconvenient' allergies or dietary restrictions that they don't want to cater to. or if you're unemployed. or if you have a medical emergency that gets in the way of their plans (especially if you have to cancel last minute). or if you can't do any other 'normal' thing that is more difficult/impossible thanks to an array of disabilities because, get this, they are disabling. fuck that. disabled people don't owe the world an illusion of good health for the sake of the able-bodied. love disabled people without condition.

ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɪʀᴍᴀɪʟ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘵!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳

fluff, mutual pining, summer romance, pilot!matt, seaside town, slight angst i guess, unresolved

requested by the lovely @vanteguccir !

word count - 400ish

Matt shows up every morning like clockwork. Just after sunrise, boots dusted with sand, hair ruffled from the wind and eyes still dreaming. His goggles hang around his neck, and he smells like sun-warmed leather and ocean salt, like the kind of guy who lives too close to the sky. He's been flying since he was young. Too young, probably.

He’s come to your town every season for the past couple of years, flying tourists in slow, looping circles over the sea. 

“Just for the summer”, he tells you every time you ask him how long he’s staying for. 

But Matt walks like he’s not in any rush to leave. Like the sky’s been waiting a long time to let him rest.

The old red biplane sits in the lot like it’s waiting for something magical to happen, patched up with love, stickers from places he’s flown to, and a little yellow flag that flutters even when there’s no breeze. 

You work the morning shift at the sleepy seaside diner down the road from the airfield, all creaky stools and checkered floors. Pouring coffee and pretending not to watch the door. Matt always takes the third seat from the end, facing the window like he’s waiting for something. Or someone. 

“Same as usual?” you ask, smiling as you already scribble it down. Scrambled eggs, burnt toast, a glass of apple juice.  He nods, a little shy, but his mouth quirks at the corners when you bring him the glass. He only ever stays long enough for a bite of the food, but some mornings, he leaves behind little things.

Stickers form fuel stations in towns you’ve never been to. Napkins with doodles. A postcard with nothing but a timestamp and a messy scrawl “thought of you today. The clouds looked like cotton candy.” 

There are paper planes folded from old flight charts, matchbox cars that roll perfectly straight, doodles of balloons carrying houses into the sky. Once, he left a candy bracelet with a note that read “emergency fuel for daydreamers.”

You keep them all in an old mint tin beneath the register when no one’s looking, like souvenirs from a trip you haven’t taken yet. 

You’ve never told him how you’ve always wanted to fly, not just in the air, but somewhere. Somewhere big. Somewhere small. Somewhere with him.

Every afternoon, his biplane hums above the diner roof, sunlight catching on the red wings like a wink. He always dips to one side before disappearing over the cliffs. Always. You wave even though he can’t see you. Or maybe he can.

And you wonder, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next time he walks through the door smelling like wind and sand and sky, maybe you’ll ask him to take you with him.

Just once.

Or maybe you’ll ask him to stay.

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!!

a/n: never seen top gun and i'm scared of heights, but matt talking about the movie up, and him in that balloon and now the plane,,, this felt right and how i interpret pilot!matt sdjbhffsdjb :>

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till next time!!!

tired of being misunderstood when i talk to my irls about my man (schlatt) and how hot i think he is and then they tell me they don’t see it at all and say mean things. like bruh you don’t get it. but you know who does? the tumblr mfs 🎀 they have my back and are writing the most insane smut about this same man for me to consume and enjoy💞

Me on tumblr.

i need his hairy, bear body crushing mine as he pounds me thx 🎀

see this is what i was talking about.

with aubrey i’m CM he has such a magnetic pull to her in the kisses, his body moves into hers as if he needs to touch her with every inch of his skin.

his hands move through her hair reflexively, his body is straining to get more.

and in beautiful girl, it’s once again so pure. you watch as he genuinely puts passion into the kiss, not as a character but as a person.

he and kat had only just started dating when the filming of suburban gothic had begun, and that real chemistry appears on screen multiple times, making it one of my personal favorite romances of matthew’s characters.

and, like the other examples, this kiss is so raw. it’s real and full of emotions. it has the same magnetism that the kids with aubrey had, the emotion of 68 kill, and the purity of beautiful girl.

there is a clip of him in the pool trying to remember his lines for the kiss with amber heard in CM, and he is genuinely flustered, genuinely feeling things. the kiss, however brief or passionate has this brain freeze effect.

ultimately, what im saying is, matthew has such a real emotional tie to the on screen kisses he preforms. it’s so much more than acting.

no one has any idea how much i adore this kiss scene from 68 kill right here

so full of gentleness and tenderness and trust and he's holding her almost cautiously as if she'd break if he didn't hold her as if she was the most delicate thing on earth

god i love the way this man kisses, it's literally like it's the last time he'll ever kiss anyone and i envy every single person who's ever got to experience this fr

i never talk about this but i’m feeling especially sad about it cause i’m on my period so i’m gonna rant to you all!

i have several physical disabilities and recently my neurologist presented the possibility of seizures being the culprit causing my fainting spells. i took the last year of school (10th/sophomore) off and resting and healing, so i left public school and started online. obviously that sucked cause i didn’t get to see my tc who for now i’ll call W. it was hard, he is one of the greatest people i’ve ever known and after a year in his class we became close so i continued to email him throughout my past school year away.

this year the plan was to return to school, i would be at a private religious school (im not religious but it is just one of the better schools in my area) and i would most likely be placed back into W’s class given how small of a school it is.

that whole plan might be thrown out the window. my mother is considering the idea of “home bound” it’s a government thing that is free schooling where a teacher would come to my home three days a week to teach. i, under no circumstance, would be able to work along side W ever again. which is devastating.

in all honesty i hated school, i was bullied, i was severely su!cid!al, and it worsened my health, leaving last year was a great idea. but i’ve been entirely alone most days all year, given my family works and i do not. i don’t have a car or license and if i have a seizure disorder i never will. again devastating.

basically this is all to say i won’t get to see W, he and i used to have what he called our “book club” every lunch. he’d sit at his desk and id usually pull a chair near his desk and he’d read while we ate. he read me great gatsby, he read a few nonfiction books, he read poetry, he read so many beautiful books and i would sit and listen and it was truly the most amazing experience i’ve had at a school.

i want to go back and be in his class and see my friends, but i also hated the school, the nurse and several teachers tried to force me into confessing i was lying and never passed out and was just trying to leave school. i had many fainting spells, migraines, i have ehlers danlos syndrome (eds), so on multiple occasions i had dislocated joints in pe. but through all the awful shit that school put me through, W was there.

he would have days in class where he’d put on an educational film, he taught geography and history so usually something along those lines, and we’d all lay on the soft carpet in his room and he’d sit down on the floor with us.

he was so sweet and always so worried about me, i’d come in and he’d ask if i was dizzy or felt bad and always let me lay in the couch in his room if i wasn’t feeling well.

he was such a safe place. and now i might never been in his class again.

ig all i’m saying is it sucks losing my life to stupid shit like my disabilities. i was so happy at the idea of seeing W every day again and now i’m not sure i’ll be able to leave my home again.

it all sucks.