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hiii!! tumblr is such a cool place and i thought i'd try and make a post to see if anyone would wanna be my friend!!
interests
the outsiders, matt dillon movies, ocs, k-pop, music/spotify, making playlists, friends (1994-2004), and more !!
BYF
i attached quickly so sorry if i overshare a bit/get excited.
i reply really fast & i don't like it when people are dry.
i appreciate people who match my energy.
once i get comfortable with you i love calling + roblox/playing games
if i do smth that bothers you i'd prefer for you to tell me straight up please
i'm kind of sensitive
i love yapping abt ocs/any hyperfixations of mine
DNI
pedophiles, pro-shippers, homophobic, racist, sexist, basic dnis
i'm a minor (15), so please no one over 17 and no one under like 13
if u ghost ppl pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm
if u hate dallas winston/matt dillon (this one is more silly and not a strict dni)
again, if you're not gonna reply or be dry pls dont bother being friends with me in the first place /nm /gen
i'm mostly active on discord/tiktok!! im trying to be more active on here but idk how to make aesthetic posts
one time I had a dream that matt dillon broke into my house while I was sleeping and just stood in the doorway of my room, turned on the light, and starting reciting the milk commercial without breaking eye contact
ngl im scared of most extreme matt dillon stans
Our cutie frrrrrr
matt dillon as jonathan corliss, a kiss before dying (1991) — a gifset for every matt dillon movie
OMG BABE I GOT YOUUUU!!!
I think this one is cute I made it up of the spot for you🤭
I was thinking like matt dillon x reader we’re the reader are on the cast of the outsiders and during the filming of the movie bts they were flirty and stuff and kinda like touching each other (non sexual ofc😟) and towards the end of the movie he asks her out and that go out on a date and like some time later there in interviews they talk abt each other and it’s all cute and shit
Idk if you don’t like it ignore it if you do then cool!
-Tia🤍
OMG THIS IS JUST OML! I MADE MY SIS READ THIS REQUEST AND I WAS BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AS SHE DID!
ITS JUST BEAUTIFUL!
You were more than thrilled when you found out you got the role for "The Outsiders"
You have been waiting for them to call you and you were so nervous.
You sat in your dressing room, as the staff did your makeup and hair.
Once they were finished, you went outside to meet everyone.
Tommy (Ponyboy) was so sweet to you and he made you feel very welcome.
When you met Matt. God, your heart just almost stopped. Same for him.
You talked to each other the most.
You did the first scene and you walked with pony , Johnny and Dallas.
Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of you. They had to do many retakes becaause he was so distracted.
"Jesus, Matt. Gotta crush on the lady? Get it together" Ralph said, nudging his shoulder.
He blushed harshly.
"N-no. I don't, hush and mind your own role" He said playfully
y'all did a few scenes at the drive in and he threw his arm over your shoulder as y'all sat in y'all's seats. (def was not scripted)
The last scene took many takes but you definitely got it down.
You cried as johnny's heart rate went flat, hugging Ponyboy and Dallas ran off.
"Dally!" You screamed as he ran out the hospital.
You looked at pony then at Johnny, making you cry more.
The scene cut and you wiped your "Tears" before Matt came back into the room.
"You did so good Y/n" He complimented, rubbing your shoulder gently.
"I honestly thought you were really sad." Tommy said.
You all laughed and filmed the last scene.
When it was over, Matt walked up to.
"Hey y/n. Do you think I could talk to you in private?" He asked, smiling nervously.
"Sure tthing, sweets." You smiled, taking him somewhere private.
"Whats up?" You asked, sorta scared.
"Well, um I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime. I uh really like you." He said, trying his best to hide his blush. He was scared he might have ruined a very special friendship.
You smiled brightly, kissing his cheek, before nodding and walking off.
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A month later, Matt was in an interview. The rest of the cast was backstage, watching him, waiting for their turn.
"So the fans wanna know if there is something going on between you two. They have suspected you looking at Y/n like you were in love, that true?" The interview host asked, the crowd going silent waiting for Matt to respond.
"Um" He chuckled, a pink tint on his cheeks as the crowd laughed.
You were as red as a stop sign as the rest of the cast teased you.
"Yeah actually, um. I asked her out when we were done with the movie and she said yes and here we are." He said as the audience went "aw" and some laughed as he tried to play it cool.
"What made you like her?" A fan screamed.
"Yes that's a good question what made you like her?" The host asked Matt.
He blushed some more and went on to tell everyone.
"Well you know, she was there for everyone and she was just very sweet and very very pretty and I don't know, it just made me feel somethin I guess." He said as the audience screamed at how cute his response was.
"Why don't we get Y/n out here, hm?" He said, calling someone to bring you to the stage
Matt hid his face in his jacket, intensely embarrassed.
You walked onto the stage and sat right next to him, wrapping your arm around him smiling brightly.
The audience squealed and hollered.
Matt smiled to himself.
"That's so cute you guys. Y/n, what made you fall in love with Matt?" The host said, asking you the same question as Matt.
"Well he was very kind and he just has the most amazing smile and he is really handsome and he just makes me really happy and I wouldn't pick anybody over my sunshine." You said, fixing his hair gently, moving it out of his face as he smiled and blushed.
The crowd screamed as the host ended the show off on a great note.
(I'm so sorry if it's bad, I wanted to improve it but I didn't want to do too much and make it worse, I hope you like it, I was really excited to write this. Thank you for the opportunity bae <3)
Who has requests? If you have some please send them because I’m running out of ideas 😭
Rumble fish by Francis Ford Coppola (1983)
Il triangolo no, non l'avevo considerato
Denise Richards, Matt Dillon & Neve Campbell in Wild Things (1998) by John McNaughton
Mike Faist, Zendaya & Josh O'Connor in Challengers (2024) by Luca Guadagnino
yk some guys my age man…They forget about drinking 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴. I don't know why…Maybe they forget how good milk is. 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽. its 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵…Its uh…Its 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓯𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰. I like it when it tastes 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭. Just can't beat it. So don't you forget it. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭.
YALL TELL ME WHY
THIS MF WITHOUT THE GOATEE IS LITERALLY MATT FUCKING DILLON
Did these portrait studies based on what time does to a person- I think I did pretty good!! What do y’all think??
Pls do not repost or steal- ask permission if you want to use it!!
Johnny Depp, Hunter S Thompson and Matt Dillon 1996, November 11th - 25th Anniversary For “Paura & Delerio A LV” At The Lotus Club.
Me and my boyfriend 💕
Oh how I love him
older Matt how I luv you...
THIS IS SO FUCKING ME. I literally quickly went to my bathroom and sobbed for 20 minutes because of the movie and a few days later I tried making a edit of it and I stopped 3 times because I kept crying while making it
My parents were trying to understand what was going on while I cried
hehe this is so funny
no bc why does dally always act like he has a stick up his ahh jdksdns always so angry & for wut 😭
basically what goes on
in case u wanted to know what the inside of my brain looks like
they are NOT walking.
them marching in place like a fuckin marching band will never not be funny to me 😭😭
i like that this man noticed me 3 times it makes me feel special ..
yeah, at least im tryin *slide into his dm*
okay I'm literally so mad and frustrated more than have I ever. okay that was a lie but I'm so frustrated it's insane why can't I finger myself! LIKE IT'S SO EASY FOR PEOPLE BUT ITS so hard for me like it doesn't feel pleasure I just feel weird and feel like I'm not doing it right. im deleting this later but like what am I doing wrong? it doesn't feel good and I don't know if I'm doing it right.
I'm trying to make a relatable caption but I can't think of any but I love this clip sm. how have I never seen this? after being 2 years fan of him..
giggling and kicking my feet look how perfect he is 🤭🤭💋💋
HIS SMILEEEE
Matt Dillon bracelet broke. upset atm. yes bc it had Matt Dillon on it and a beautiful key hanging off of it but also my best friend made it for me and it was very dear to me. i don't know how to put it back together I'm upset.
Fuck men for making my santards higher then heaven
⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆୨୧ playground love
— bob hughes x art-therapist!reader (pt.1)
song 𝄞 playground love by air + gordon tracks
warnings: language
"this is so fuckin' stupid" Bob muttered to himself repeatedly as he walked down the soft white halls of the rehab clinic, slapping a piece of folded paper in his hand over and over.
inside the piece of paper contained a manuscript of his information as well as his sponsor and their personal request to send him to the recovery session that he was headed to now. what was the recovery session? art therapy.
when he first heard the words, he had no idea what it mean. he had heard of therapy before but always thought that it was a load of bullshit, though he only ever though of it that way when he was strung up as he believed that drugs were the solution to every mental health problem he's ever had— it's why he turned to them in the first place.
but the idea of doing art as a form of therapy sounded even faker. art can't solve your problems, only distract you from them he thought to himself.
but, he had made that promise to god that he would get clean if he was able to get that poor girls body into the ground without getting caught. and he had stuck to that promise.. so far.
he looked into the clear window of the door that led to the art room. he looked around and saw people sitting in front of easels and canvases, paint sitting beside them on little tables as they cleaned their brushes in water and sketched their ideas with charcoal pencils.
from the looks of it, there were only patients in the room and no teacher. with furrowed brows, he knocked on the door.
everyone looked up at him, a person in the front row looking to their side as if someone was talking to them before nodding their head and walking over to unlock the door.
"hey is there a Mrs.-" bob began, but was cut off when he saw a beautiful girl standing in the middle of the room. you looked up at him with a welcoming smile, one that made him feel warm. he looked at you up and down, studying your flowy boho skirt that stopped just above the floor, your cropped white front tie top stained and covered in paint.
you had turned around at the sound of his deep, soothing voice, and immediately, your heart stopped. he was the most attractive man that you had ever seen, one that looked as if he had stepped straight off the red carpet and into the building. his brown hair fell in swoops, two loose strands framing his forehead. his brown eyes were dark, but had an underlying sweetness to them. he was wearing a white shirt with a beige checkered flannel that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing his watch that looked expensive and was most likely stolen, if not bought through dirty money.
you had read his file, as you did with all of your new patients. he had been married— and technically still was— but was going through a divorce. no children or relatives on the contact sheet, and had an apartment a few blocks away from the rehab center. he had been hung on all sorts of drugs but mainly heroin, one of the worst kinds. your heart ached for him, though, it did after every file you read that belonged to a patient. you couldn't help it, you were too empathetic— it's why you got into the job in the first place. you wanted to help people, and help people you did.
"hello! you must be Bob?" you asked, wiping your messy hands on a rag as you walked over to him. "I would shake your hand but uh.." you showed your hands before giggling. your laugh sounded like honey, and the sunlight that poured through the windows and illuminated your skin made you look like it too.
"yeah.. that's me" he smiled half-heartedly. you looked at him up and down, taking him in as he had done with you.
"follow me and we will get you set up, yeah?" you gestured for him to follow you to the back of the room. as he walked behind you, he watched your hips and skirt sway in synchronicity. your skirt hanging low on your hips revealed your lower back tattoo that were of a bundle flowers, which made his brain go to unholy places.
you grabbed a cup of brushes and a palette already decorated with dollops of paint. you walk over to an empty canvas where you set down the materials and pulled up a stool for him.
"so, what do I do?" Bob asked, his hands in his pockets. you looked at him with a smile, seeing that he was clearly embarrassed to be here and didn't buy a bit of the "art therapy" shit. "do I just paint?"
"mhm! paint whatever makes you feel calm.. happy!"
your happiness and cheerful personality made him feel at peace, as if everything was good in the world— it was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. he had never seen someone so happy to be in a place like this, and he had never seen a woman more beautiful.
Bob sat down on the stool, hesitantly grabbing a pencil on the shelf of the easel before sketching out what looked to be a spoon.
you could already tell what he was doing, so you stopped him by grabbing his hand softly. your hands were as soft as silk, and feeling your hand in his made his heart pound. "Bob.." you smiled, giving him a look. he didn't say anything, he merely stared at you. you began to blush as you two stared into one another's eyes, getting lost in them before you cleared your throat and let go of him. "listen hun, I know that stuff may make you feel good.. but what actually makes you truly happy."
he nodded his head with a smirk, erasing the pencil marks that he had previously made before beginning to draw something else. you couldn't make it out at first, but he began to draw a dog, one that was small and fluffy. you watched over his shoulder with a smile as he began to shade certain areas in an attempts to tidy it up, putting effort into the picture.
"who's that?" you ask, placing a hand on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.
"a dog that I had.." his thick New York accent making your knees weak, "his name was Panda. but uh.. he's gone"
"oh.. i'm sorry" you whispered, to which he replied with a quiet 'it's fine' before putting the pencil down.
though Bob was an ex-addict and mainly hustled his way through life, he was somehow a good artist. his drawing wasn't half bad for a beginner and there was potential.
suddenly, you heard your name being called by another patient. you quickly rushed over, leaving Bob to his thoughts and brushes. "I know what you're thinkin' man. you ain't the first one in here to wanna date her. believe me, we've tried. but she ain't allowed to date patients, let alone junkies" a patient next to Bob whispers with a mischievous smirk.
"just shut up and keep eatin' your paint, yeah?" he groans as he dips his brush into the black paint before laying a few strokes onto the canvas.
honestly, it hurt for him to hear that you didn't date patients. not because it was surprising, but because it was disappointing.
after Diane left, he had been feeling more alone than ever. he had decided to forget about her after she came to him and told him that she was Rick's lady, that she had moved on. Now, it was time for Bob to do the same. and he wanted to move on with you.
after you began to circle the room again, complimenting everybody's work and giving a few tips, you came back around to Bob.
"excuse me miss?" he asked. "could you help me? I can't really get the face right, y'know?"
"of course!" you smiled, carefully taking the brush from his hand. you leaned over a bit, carefully mapping out the dogs face and the shading. as you painted, you noticed that Bob was watching you, though he wasn't watching you paint. he couldn't help but admire your features as well as your talent. it all came so easily to you, and painting something that would take anyone else hours took you mere minutes.
"there! now when you-" and as you rambled, he listened intently and watched as your face lit up with passion. and as he watched your soft, pink lips move, he wanted nothing more than to kiss them.
after an hour of continuously calling you over for "help" and a few more brush strokes, the art therapy session was over. as everyone got up and began to leave, you thanked them all for coming and bid them a farewell.
you turned around and were surprised to see Bob still in the room, standing before you with his jacket hung over his arm.
"oh! Bob! is there something I can help you with?" you asked, walking closer to him.
"nah, I was just wondering.." he began, though, he stopped himself. he remembered what that guy had told him earlier, that you don't date patients. and even though he knew that the answer to his question would probably be no, he had to ask anyway. "would you uh.. wanna go out sometime?"
his question caught you off guard as he was technically still married and you hadn't expected his constant staring to be out of romantic interest, you just figured that he was curious.
"uh... listen Bob-"
"I know you don't date patients. but I was wonderin' if maybe you could.. make some sort of exception."
to be honest, you so desperately wanted to say yes. it wasn't often that you came across a man as attractive and sweet as him, and it just so happened that he had fallen right into your lap, making it a perfect opportunity. however, you knew that saying yes and dating a patient would probably get you fired, so you found a loophole.
"come with me" you told him before walking out of the room and down the hall, Bob following you with a confused look on his face. you walked out the back door into an empty alley way. "ask again" you said with a wide smile.
Bob looked as if you had asked him to solve a 10 step math problem, but nonetheless, he obeyed. "will you go out with me sometime?"
"yeah" you smiled, stepping closer, you bodies barely touching one another. he opened his mouth to ask a question that you already knew the answer to. "this alley way doesn't belong to the program. so technically, you aren't one of the patients at the moment. they tell us to keep our patient relationships inside.. but they never said anything about creating new relationships outside. so think of this as us meeting" you explained before extending your hand, "i'm y/n, you?"
he smiled back at you before taking your hand and shaking it. "I'm Bob," he said "Bob Hughes."
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someone pls dm me so we can talk abt matt dillon cause he's so fine im knawing at the bars of my enclosure
matt in this movie i'm gonna nut 😛
just found some new photos of matt and i wanna **** him while he *** me and ***** *** ****