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Canton's Relient K reflects on fame: 'The story got crazier and crazier'

4/13/22 by Ed Balint

Matt Thiessen's voice filled with energy as he recalled the rise of Relient K from a band playing small gigs in his hometown to slots with major music festivals and appearances on late night television shows.

"Growing up in Ohio, it's such a special place," said the 41-year-old frontman of the pop punk band. "When we were starting out, there wasn't a ton of bands, but there was about five or six really cool bands full of buddies, and we could all play shows together, and those are some of the best times you could remember."

More than a decade has passed since timing and circumstances converged to launch Relient K from obscurity to mainstream chart success, a spot on the Vans Warped Tour and impressive record sales, all while transcending the Christian music scene where the band started.

"And it just created a momentum that we just got to ride, and then, yeah, the story got crazier and crazier," Thiessen added.

"The Alive Festival ... playing things like that, and for the first time, someone wants your autograph, and (I thought), 'What is my autograph?' and that sort of thing. And yeah, we think about that stuff all the time, and it's pretty crazy how it changed our lives."

Thiessen took time to chat by phone a few days prior to Relient K's concert at the House of Blues in Cleveland late last month. Stark County native and co-founding band member Matthew Hoopes chimed in via email on Monday.

Thiessen spoke with the insight and maturity of a musician who knows thousands of bands don't make it, and even many who do fade out without the ability to consistently tour or make music.

Hoopes, 41, said the band and its fans have aged together.

"We had so much fun playing together," he said of the recently concluded tour. "It’s been about five years since our last show, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if we would ever get back to this. I think there is a certain sense of gratitude and joy that is present now in our live shows. I think a lot of our fans weren’t sure if we would ever tour again, either, so I think it’s part of the reason for the excitement and overall good vibes."

Asked how long he thinks Relient K will last, Thiessen didn't flinch: "Matt and I always said the band will always exist as long as we're having fun."

Reflecting on the tour, he sounded at ease: "It's not too hard to have fun."

Rounding out the band during the tour were Jonathan Schneck, guitar and vocals; Ethan Luck, bass and vocals; and Dave Douglas, drums and vocals.

Relient K released its last studio album in 2016, "Air for Free." A live album came out in 2020.

Thiessen lives in Nashville and Hoopes calls Florida home.

"We do have ... a goal of making another album someday," said Thiessen, who co-produced Owl City's No. 1 song "Fireflies" in 2009 and still writes new music regularly. "Logistics in this band have become a little difficult. ... It's just about getting together, and it's about figuring out where and what and when and how, but it will happen — I have faith that it will."

Touring re-energized the band, Hoopes observed.

"I’m excited about what we can make ... and how we can make music that feels important to us after all these years," the guitarist wrote. "I don’t really think about hanging it up at a certain point. I think that Relient K will always kind of change into whatever form it needs to be for us, and that’s a pretty cool place to be.

"I don’t think we are too concerned with retiring or doing a farewell tour, but hey, you never know. The future is undetermined, but that’s what makes it exciting."

Edited for brevity and clarity, the rest of the conversation and email exchange follow.

Making it in the music business

"I'm sure a lot of bands think their story is special and miraculous, but that's the way we look at ours, too," said Thiessen, a 1998 Tusky Valley High School graduate. "There's just so many little factors of, 'If this hadn't happened, nothing would have happened,' this sort of thing.

"We were so fortunate to have Mark Lee Townsend produce our albums, and he lived in Canton, and he had connections. He played in this band DC Talk, and if we wouldn't have met him at 16 years old, we would have never made a demo, and TobyMac would have never heard this demo and signed us, and if we never got signed, then we wouldn't have ever been able to go on a tour.

"I was like putting gas to the floor trying to write a new record, and that's when 'Sadie Hawkins Dance' got created. ... And it's kind of like just that butterfly effect."

Playing the popular songs, "Be My Escape" and "Sadie Hawkins Dance" so many years later

"That song ('Be My Escape') has existed for a long time for us, so I can play it with my eyes closed sort of thing," said Thiessen. "That's half the fun ... that I can just play it and ... kind of look at everyone singing along and just kind of vibe off of that.

"The goose bump moments actually come in less expected places, and it changes from night to night – certain crowds react differently to different songs, and that makes it really fun. After the show, we can all sit around and talk about it, (and how) I can't believe they were singing along so loud to a song called 'Empty House' or something, and the (opening act Semler) back stage saying it gave her chills, and that's cool.

"... It's actually come full circle," he said of performing "Sadie Hawkins Dance." "There was probably a time in our career when it felt a little foolish to be playing that song. We're out on tour with Good Charlotte and Simple Plan, and I just wanted to play what I thought were our cool songs, and every night we still have to play 'Sadie Hawkins,' and it still goes over well.

"And now I think back and I say that song was alright, and it's just fun and silly, and that person who wrote that song is still inside of me somewhere, and it's great to harness that inner child or inner 20-year-old and enjoy it every night."

Would you like to play the Alive Festival again?

"We'd love to, absolutely," Thiessen said. "I remember attending it before the band even existed. A funny story was always that there was three of us. Our old bass player Brian Pittman still lives in Canton. And it was Matt Hoopes, Brian Pittman and I, and we all went to an Alive Festival ... and we all got to see this ska band called (The O.C. Supertones), and after seeing it, Matt and Brian were convinced Relient K should be a ska band.

"We were very early in writing stuff, but I was set on being a pop punk band, and I think for a moment I got kicked out of Relient K, but I was also the songwriter, so they, without even telling me, I was brought back into Relient K.

"And then we got to start playing the Alive Festival, and yes, of course, we would love to come back and do it if they would want us to come."

Still Ohio proud

"It's definitely the people," Thiessen said. "You know, Ohioans are unlike anybody else. I miss the vibe. I still get back to Ohio all the time. My sister ... lives down in Columbus, Sunbury, Ohio, and my mom ended up moving down to Apple Valley, which is kind of in between Canton and Columbus. I'm always there, and it's a very similar vibe to where we grew up, and I don't know, I feel more relaxed, I feel kind of more at home when I visit Ohio more than anywhere else.

"But ... it was always a thing in pop punk culture to kind of diss your hometown and be like, 'I got to get out of here, I need to go on the road and see the world.' We were joking about that the other day, and you go on the road and you end up seeing the back alley behind the same venue in every city ... and that's where you hang out – it's funny."

Hoopes said Ohio helped shape the band.

"I think we’ve always held on to a little bit of a blue-collar/DIY approach that feels uniquely (Northeast) Ohio. I notice that kind of, I don’t know, gritty approach in myself in other things, too, like running my guitar pedal business — 1981 Inventions. I think so many pop punk bands that came out in the early 2000s were from the coasts (California, New Jersey, etc.) We weren’t quite cool enough to be lumped in as Midwest emo. Part of it is wearing our roots proudly on our sleeves, and part is explaining where we are coming from and why we are the way we are."

Watching the Cleveland Cavaliers win the NBA championship in 2016

"So one really cool thing about living in Nashville is there's a lot of people from Ohio, and a lot of close friends that have moved down there, not just for music, but it's because Nashville's a cool place to be, too," Thiessen said. "So I ended up buying a real long cable for my TV and putting it out, and we all watched the Cavs win in the swimming pool.

"So that was good, and yeah, we had a couple of guys who broke down in tears and stuff. It was pretty cool; it was a special moment. I was happy. I didn't quite get there and cry."

Visiting Stark County

"It always feels smaller when I come home, closer together than I remember," said Hoopes, a 1999 McKinley High School graduate. It "feels safe and simple, but in a nice way. It does feel slow paced in comparison to other places, but not in a bad way. I do love coming home to my parents' house and going back to our favorite places like Milk and Honey or even Swensons."

The joys of touring

"One of my favorite things about this tour is Semler, the opener," Thiessen said. "She's just really great, and she's just got this cool stage presence, and I don't know, (but) she makes me feel good every day when I get to see her perform. Honestly, I think she makes me cry a little bit when I watch her set because it's so emotional and what not. I don't know why she agreed to do this tour, but we're just really glad she did."

The Relient K experience

"I think that the more time passes, I feel grateful for the opportunity to experience the things we have experienced," said Hoopes, who got married about five years ago and now has young children. "It’s crazy to get to see other countries like Japan or New Zealand, or get to play (the) Warped Tour or The Tonight Show. It’s surreal, honestly. I think in hindsight I’m able to have a more balanced view of it.

"I don’t think we necessarily deserved those opportunities, but we did work hard and continued to show up, and Matt continued to write great songs. I think what I’m trying to say at this point in my life is that, I feel more gratitude for everything, but I can also more clearly see some of the costs along the way.

"Ultimately, I feel that there is always room for gratitude no matter how things happened, and there are so many things about my life now that I wouldn’t change for the world. Relient K has given each of us a unique experience to say the least, and it’s a fun story to be a part of."

What if you didn't make it in rock and roll?

"I went to Kent Stark, and I was just going to get some gen eds," Thiessen recalled. " ... But (entertainment writing) is really fun. I would have loved to get into journalism. I love the radio. I love like marketing, but creative marketing. ... Whoever gets to make those Geico commercials ... I always thought I would gravitate towards that type of thing. (But) I haven't had to do it yet."

Hoopes, meanwhile, runs a successful guitar pedal business, calling 1981 Inventions his "main job," while noting he used his DRV pedal on tour.

"So I guess Relient K is an odd side hustle if you will," he wrote. "I always guessed it would be the other way around. I started my company in 2018, in a season when I was legitimately trying to figure out what to do with my life. I hoped that building guitar pedals would be a bit of a weekend project sort of thing, where I could make pedals for myself and my friends. But since my first release, it became clear that I would need to work really hard to try to keep up with demand.https://0674e81c281a55fea9b19534f73e1e5c.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-38/html/container.html

"I think the band really helped me start out doing pedals, as most people who follow us are at least mildly aware that I am obsessed with guitar gear and pedals, especially. I honestly just love it. But it’s been an incredible experience to see the pedal stand on its own. I’d guess that most people who follow 1981 Inventions are not aware (of) Relient K, and that’s kind of cool in a way."

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#relient k #matt thiessen #matthew thiessen #matt hoopes #matthew hoopes #jon schneck #ethan luck #dave douglas

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caterpillarinacave · 2 months

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since i saw your reblog of my reblog, what kind of earrings do you think henry would wear, if he wore them?

Mini hoop earrings! You know, something like these:

Probably in more neutral colors, think gold, brown, silver and black, but he’d be open to brighter or bejeweled pieces. He’s the type to get them pierced years ago and never really mention it. Matthew will bring up ear piercing when his sisters are about the age to get theirs done and he’s all “maybe I’ll get mine pierced to be a supportive brother” and Henry hits him with “oh, you mean like these?” And Matthew has a little crisis

#Matthew: Why didn’t you take me with you???#Henry: oh you weren’t born yet #Matthew: …When exactly did you get them pierced?#Henry: I dunno I was 24 or so? Ask Magnus we went together.#Matthew:#I think about this a lot actually. I even made a meme #I love tiny hoops. Tiny hoops my beloved. I own like thirteen pairs #He would forget to wear them for a decade or so #You’d think they’d heal closed but nope #He’d wear them again later on account of his daughter also loving mini hoops #Thelma and her small jewlery store worth of mini hoops<3 #Thanks for the ask!#tid #tsc #tlh #Henry Fairchild #Henry branwell

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fckthtgetmoney · 8 days

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my favorite pictures of matty healy 16/?

all pictures are from pinterest

#it takes a bit more than queue #being funny in a foreign language #bfiafl #the 1975 #brit awards 2023 #matty healy #george daniel #why is matty in this picture me when tipsy/drunk?#ALSO SLUTTY HOOPS HELLO #matthew pls bring back at least one slutty hoop pls sincerely me #not my edit or art!

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dprspace · 9 months

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matthew, scott and christian talking about matthews muscles is something i didn‘t think i will ever wittiness but i‘m not complaning tho😳

#dpr gang #dpr #dpr christian #dream perfect regime #dpr ian #dpr we gang gang #christian yu #dpr live #dpr scott #c clown rome #dpr rem #iite cool #hula hoops mv #khh #kard #kard bm #big matthew #big tiddy committee

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smashpages · 1 year

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Out this week: Hoops (Candlewick Press, $12.99):

Matthew Tavares writes and draws this “inspired by a true story” graphic novel about the struggle for gender equality in high school sports, focusing in girl’s basketball in Indiana in the 1970s.

See what else is coming to a comic shop near you this week.

#hoops #candlewick press #matthew tavares #graphic novels #new comics #ncbd #can't wait for comics #new comic book day #new comics day #out this week #this week's comics

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thebowieconstricker · 4 months

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Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #scott pilgrim anime #Matthew Patel my beloved

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thecynthh · 2 months

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FUCKKKK THE KID IN MY CLASS HAS HIS KEYS ON HIS BELT HOOP AGAIN

IM GAGGED.

this is the matthew sturniolo effect

#sturniolo triplets #syn speaks #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo

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twistedtalking · 7 months

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yo. Can I request a "darn, ur brother's hot" to the basketball club. A platonic and a romantic one please. Thanks!

of course! Though I didn't know Najma was a guy. I'm not sure if you want najma, but I'll add it anyways since I love her.

Ace:

Platonic: groosss stoppp. This is weird. Dude, no. *throws up* ew.

Romantic: Prefect, you're taste is so weird. That's like having a crush on a wet sock. U for real? He kinda gross though. Like, he randomly lifts people(me) up, and he hardly explains anything, and he's really rude. Plus he never cleans after himself!

(Prefect: like you?)

No! I'm not. I'm much better than him. Hey, what's that look for?! I am though! I can do sick hoops, unlike that dweeb.

(You shouldn't call your brother a dweeb-)

Prefect, look at this cool shot!

*ball doesn't even get near the hoop*

(prefect: ah)

Don't laugh! I was just distracted! I could totally do it on my 2nd try. Hey! Stop laughing!

Floyd:

Platonic: *judges you, with the most disgusted look in his eyes* gross.

Romantic:

*gives you the cold shoulder that day. Even when you ask him why he's been weird these past 5 hours, he glares and just leaves. 2 minutes later, you're on the floor with a heavy Floyd on top of you*

"SHRIMPYYYY." *he wails* "chooseeee me insteadddd" *he starts shaking you aggresively, as you look a bit confused* "say yes, say yes, say yes. Shrimpy say yes"

*he keeps shaking you until you say yes, which you do since you're starting to get dizzy. Or maybe you're just a simp*

"Yay!" *he hugs you, crushing your bones in the process* "Shrimpy, let's kiss!" *and you blush, shocked cause you didn't realise that's what you agreed too. Or you did, cause you're a simp.*

Jamil:

Platonic: *so surprised, he missed the shot.*

My what? *realises he missed the shot, and starts focusing back at the ball, envisioning himself in an actual game. Well, trying to. He can't keep his mind out of what you said. That line sounds really romantic out of context. Anyways, after practice, he evaluates you. * "Nope. Najma's a pain in the neck, but she doesn't deserve that." He whispers, confirming his disapproval of you. Then, he realised you were just joking around.

"Prefect, that is not funny. And I'll never give you my blessing"

Romantic: *in between of confused, jealous, and slightly disgusted.* "I...see. I don't understand why since, as her brother, I have to deal with her 24/7. To each their own, I guess. Even if she does leave her dirty clothes all around her room, and only bathes 4 times a week. And burns every meal she makes. But we all have our preferences, I suppose. Ah. Kalim is hosting another party this week. Could you help taste-test my cooking?

but I say, do not swear(as in promise) at all...let your answer be "yes" if yes, or "no" if no. Anything more than that is evil.

Matthew 5:37

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karin-gespenst · 4 months

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Geoffrey Franklin, I say!

He's the only gay man so far in all 12 seasons who appears to be in good spirits and doing well. Every other example was someone in great distress and facing enourmous prejudice from his loved ones. Poor Toni Amos. His daughter must be at school now, maybe in May and Angela's year? Do people still talk about her father and his court sentence? Did the change in the law help him at all?

Geoffrey lounging around in the house reading magazines, that's me during the last few days of the year. And cut to him in an apron, towel accurately placed over his shoulder, calling Matthew a vampire and then proclaiming that he's not going to make Trixie jump through hoops and get hurt in the process. Brother of the year award! Jumping in on the fun with the Nativity tableau and providing the drive to make sure it happens - helping Phyllis with whatever physio-magic he did - he sure is handy to have around.

#call the midwife #geoffrey franklin #call the midwife spoilers

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stabble · 5 months

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what we could have had

(Rant under the cut)

I can think of so many cool theories Mattrick Pattrick could have done.

AND YET. The one he came up with was "Phoenix is the most corrupt character in ace attorney"

SIR??

I long for the alternate timeline where he played the games and understood them. Where he understood that Phoenix having to bend the law and jump through hoops is BECAUSE of a fundamentally corrupt justice system, and he is the least of the Ace Attorney world's problems.

Yes, I'm still a little bitter over a seven year old video. I didn't even KNOW what ace attorney was when I first watched it. That video, along with Henry Stickman, was my INTRODUCTION to the AA universe.

We could have won if Mat Pat was actually invested with the ace attorney universe. There's so much he could have done with it. Calculating the prosecutor-defense attorney wage gap. Analyzing the Kurain channeling technique. Whatever the hell Apollo and Trucy have going on. WHAT THE HELL ARE THE BLACK PSYCHE LOCKS?

In all honesty, it's a love-hate relationship with Matpat's Ace Attorney video. It's goofy, a comically wrong take, and got me a little more interested in the games.

I just wish Matpat got a little more invested in ace attorney. There's SO much he could actually have done with it.

Just saying, he could redeem himself and make another video about ace attorney. (Matthew contact me I have ideas)

#ace attorney #game theory #phoenix wright #pearl fey #phoenix wright: ace attorney #I have a lot of thoughts

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semi-lover · 2 years

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school projects/ mike wheeler x reader

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sum.- mike gets paired up with you for a school project. everyone has said that you were a bitchy popular girl, so mike dreaded working with you, little did he know there was more to you than that.

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a/n- lots of mike wheeler fics i’ve been doing. enemies to lovers i guess?? some fluff, people hating on you and mike being an ass. will or el aren’t in here because they’re in california. enjoy! xoxo

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your teacher was handing back tests, groans and sighs could be heard from your fellow classmates as they looked at their scores. you had gotten an %85, right where you needed it to be.

your teacher had been talking about a project, it would take weeks to do and she was assigning the partners. today was the day to find out your partner, starting on the project tomorrow.

you were nervous, your partner would be the person you’d have to work with and be with for the next 2 weeks. you were biting your lip as your teacher had called out the names, “jane and-” her voice had drifted to the back of your head, not paying attention anymore. all your friends had been taken, great now you were stuck with either, matthew smith, jessica davis or the worse option, michael wheeler.

you were pretty sure he hated you, he always gave you dirty looks and he made sure you saw them. you never did anything to the guy, you’re pretty sure you guys were best friends in kindergarten, so what happened? the answer to that, you don’t know yourself.

your teacher has started calling the last of the names, “matthew and” oh god this is it! you thought to yourself, bouncing your leg. “jessica. last is mike and y/n. remember this is the last biggest grade i give you so you must work on this together. each day you work on something different, understand? if you don’t get it done in class, study at one another’s house” your teacher finished explaining. god you knew this was gonna be hell.

“and then i went for the ball, throwing it into the hoop and i-” lucas gets cut off “lucas no one cares!” mike huffs out. “jesus christ what has your panties in a bunch!” dustin asks, rolling his eyes. “you wanna know what? i have to working with fucking y/n l/n for my project. she’s like the rudest girl in school!” mike exclaims. “i don’t know, i’m pretty sure all those rumors are bullshit. i’ve never talked to her though” dustin shrugged his shoulders. “yeah man have you ever even talked to her?” “no but why would people spread them!” mike says, “they’re jealous duh!” responds dustin. “yeah, yeah. we’ll see tomorrow”. “holy shit, tomorrow? already?” dustin asks. “yes tomorrow and for the next two weeks goddammit” mike sighs. “well if she really is how people say, it’s gonna be hell for you.” lucas says, “not helping lucas!” mike groans, rolling his eyes.

the next day your teacher made you sit with your partners. mike had been glaring daggers into the back of your head every time you turned away. you had enough of it! “jesus what the hell is your problem!” you yelled at him, not loud for other people to hear. “what’s my problem?! it’s because your an asshole!” mike shouted back, still not loud enough for other people to hear. “i never did shit to you mike.” you whisper, annoyed at him. “to other people you did!” “like what mike! are you talking about me supposedly being bitchy?” “god you’re so idiotic! all i ever hear is the same damn thing! it’s a fucking rumor for god sake!” you whisper shout, crossing your arms. the bell rings, “whatever, meet me outside in the front after school.” he gets up, walking away.

you walk out, talking to your friends as you see mike, impatiently waiting. you wave bye to your friends, walking to mike. “god why do you hang out with those assholes? oh because you are an asshole!” “god mike are you always this annoying?” you walk to your car, hopping into the driver’s seat “do i seriously have to sit in the passenger’s seat” “it’s my car so yeah you do, unless you wanna walk-” “fine i’ll take the spot.” you roll your eyes, “your place or mine?” you ask mike “mine” you nod, driving as mike gives you directions.

the week ended like that, your friendship with mike was a love hate one, neither of you being the bigger person and just admitting your feelings for one another.

“she’s into me! i know it!” mike says. “why don’t you ask her out then?” lucas asks mike. “it’s not that simple lucas! i don’t like her!” “that’s bullshit, you’ve been talking about her non stop.” dustin says. “yeah because she’s my partner!” “yeah sure, that’s why you bring up details, really detailed details.” lucas says, rolling his eyes. “look if you get with y/n, we could have a double date. maybe even a triple if “suzie poo” wasn’t in ohio.” lucas says, “shut up” dustin says. “lucas that’s absolutely crazy! no way am i asking y/n out-” “ask her out or i’ll tell her what you said about her. ‘y/n was so hot today i-” lucas was cut off, “you wouldn’t!” mike worryingly says. “i would and i will if you don’t tell her your feelings.” lucas says, “it’s irritating watching you guys chase after each other mike”. “seriously.” lucas replies. mike rolls his eyes, knowing they’re only saying this for him to ask the girl of his dreams out.

the next day, you were at his house doing the project as usual. you and mike were talking about stupid stuff, the topic of ‘who do you like’ coming up. “thats for me to know and you never to find out mike” you laugh. “well- well uhm- well the girl i like. she wasn’t as bad as i thought. she-she was nice, no matter what anyone said about her” mike says nervously. “am i self centered or does michael wheeler, has a crush on me, the biggest asshole in the school? and aren’t you supposed to hate me?”, you laugh at mike, smiling. “shut up!” he blushes, hiding his face in his hands. “i like you too, even though you’re an asshole” mike rolls his eyes. “can-can i uhm-” “you can mike.” he kisses you. who knew you would’ve had your first kiss with your enemy, michael wheeler.

#stranger things #mike wheeler fanfiction #mike stranger things #mike wheeler oneshot #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things mike #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike x reader

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Let’s Break The Ice

Day 18 of Whumptober

‘Just get it over with’/ Treading Water/ ‘Take my coat’

Characters: England, Canada

Day 17

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Matthew found out he would be moving when the carriages rolled up to take him, shiny new paint wrought with gold leaf on the edges, curling around the emblems of France and, more quietly in the loud character of the decoration, of France himself- lilies and cockerels and twisty stems to show longevity, curled around a jewelled golden goblet.

Usually, these carriages meant that his Papa had arrived, an event which in itself offered no real comfort or sadness. It was, simply was- a break in the routine of Matthew’s day that carried with it sweets, new clothes or toys, and news of the world around him, alongside a new hobby his Papa would desire him to pursue if his previous one was no longer so fashionable.

But that morning was not his Papa. That morning it was for him, sombre servants entering his halls and telling him in quiet tones that he needed to pack, to gather himself, for he was to be sent to the English.

To the English himself.

A letter, Papa’s swirl of language dancing across the page in elegant strokes, informing him of why- a war lost (this Matthew knew. He’d felt it, felt the strangers breach his shores and blend and merge with his population. Felt boots upon his cobbles, hands around necks and chest and resources where they should not be until- until. Until they didn’t feel quite so ‘other’ anymore) and a prize to be transferred to the victor. It was in his best interest, the letter said, to be the good boy Papa knew him to be and to agree politely to the request. Maybe this would not be for long, perhaps Papa could win him back. Perhaps he could see this as an opportunity?

Matthew, through a seeping numbness born of fear and grief, could not bring himself to hope so. The fact that Papa was not here to say all of this himself, to hug him goodbye or cling to him in dramatics, stung as much as the truth that this lack implied. There was an undercurrent of meaning here, something that Matthew felt more than quite yet understood, and as he was herded about his country house and gathering his belongings- smoke fires in the distance and cries in the night- he could only think about where he was going.

The carriage ride was not long. Only a week’s travel moving everyday to get to Quebec City, where he was finally brought to the docks to wait.

And wait.

After a while, Matthew had begun to hope that he wasn’t actually waiting at all. That perhaps he had been forgotten in the mess of the world, or that he would be ruled from afar.

Till, one day:

‘He’s in here.’

A knock upon the door. Strange men coming to take him, rough language, rough hands about his arms to bundle him back into a carriage. We’re looking for a boy, a description he fit perfectly. Dragged to the river where a boat was arriving, made to stand in the late winter snow to greet a man his Papa had described as all manner of things- a monster, a bastard, a cunt. A thief and a rouge, a thorn in his side for thousands of years and stuck there as history unfolded around them. His friend, his lover- Papa drunk on wine and weeping regrets into Matthew’s shoulder before shooing him away as sobriety returned.

Empire wore boots of dark leather, a coat of red. Rings about his ears and fingers, hooped into chains to hang from his throat and won in seas warmer than Matthew could imagine. He was a man as like any other, someone tangible and real who Matthew had seen in snatches across rooms and through the gaps of doors in Versailles but felt more, felt greater. Millions of souls made him now, countless cultures and lives weighing down upon his shoulders like a cloak to craft and shape him into being. More than Matthew felt himself, more than Matthew had experience before. He had felt Papa and now felt the lack of him, his loss of Matthew, carried by this stranger, more more more.

This devil stepped again now onto his shores with a ripple of change and Matthew shivered to feel it, the earth shifting and recoiling and swarming in ways that only he and perhaps this Empire could feel.

‘Hello.’

The man stood before him, hard sounds in his mouth. He crouched at Matthew’s silence.

‘Can you speak English?’

Matthew shook his head, ‘Little.’

‘Ah. I see,’ the language switched to French, a odd northern dialect that Papa never used, ‘That’s alright. You’ll learn.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t apologise.’

Yet. Matthew added that there himself, a warning to heed added to a list he knew would grow if he wanted to survive this.

‘Lord, how long have you been out here?’

A roughened hand upon his arm, heavily rubbing at it. Matthew forced himself still.

‘Here, take my coat. I told them to find you, not freeze you for Christ’s sake.’

Warmth wrapped around Matthew’s shoulders, smells from the sea and smoke too. He fingered the edges, fine stitching and well done seams. A heavy hand rested upon his shoulder and squeezed it, ‘Do you like pies? I’m afraid that’s all we’ll have quick to hand.’

‘Yes.’ He didn’t.

‘That’s “yes” in English. Come on,’ a pat, gentler, kind, ‘let’s go inside.’

Day 19

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#aph england #aph canada #hws england #hws canada #arthur kirkland #matthew williams #aph #hws #hetalia #whumptalia #whumptober #whumptober 2022 #heroes writes #historical hetalia #arthur parenting

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alastairstom · 1 month

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"Cordelia ran" but not through as many hoops as I've jumped through to avoid naming Matthew's wife in this fic

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bagog · 3 months

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Pine-car Derby Meet cute

The gymnasium was packed with chairs all facing one of the two pine-car derby tracks underneath the basketball hoops. They were only a few races into the derby, and even the last couple entrants were still having their cars weighed and assessed before being queued up for the bracket.

“I’m gonna get some gum,” Travis shoved a shoe-box full of sand-paper, powdered graphite, and spare wheels into his older brother’s arms. “Come get me if my car’s up?”

“You’re not until the seventh heat, dude.” Trevor hoisted the box under his arm and gave his brother a light slap on the shoulder. “And you better not be there till then.”

“Can I have money?”

“Oh, yeah, here you go.” Trevor had purposely cashed-out his whole paycheck from the University Library to fund this trip… and it’s concessions. “Buy something better than gum, yeah?” The twelve year old didn’t reply as he turned on his heel and hurtled for the concession window on the other side of the gym.

Trevor surveyed the situation. The seats closest to the track were taken, but he didn’t really care about anybody’s car but Travis’, so no need to be close. He scanned the open seats for just a moment before selecting exactly where to set down.

“You’re not saving this whole row for a big family or something?” Trevor said, settling into an empty row right behind the cute guy who was sitting by himself. The guy turned around.

“Only seat I’m saving is this one,” he gestured to the folding chair on his left, where sat a beat-up shoebox like the one Trevor was carrying under his arm.

“Who’s racing?”

“My nephew. You?”

“Little brother,” Trevor held out his hand. “I’m Trevor, by the way.”

“Ephraim.” The guy shook his hand with a firm grip… soft hands though. “It’s my first derby, what should I be expecting?”

“I used to do these when I was a kid, can’t imagine they’d changed much,” Trevor leaned forward conspiratorily. “It’ll take about three hours to do all the brackets, but you can tell exactly which cars are gonna end up in the finals, because they’re just the lazy wedges.” He pointed to a shiny green wedge on wheels that had just flown down the race track, leaving its competition behind.

“Don’t tell my nephew,” Ephraim winced, playfully. “He didn’t make a wedge.”

“Good for him, I say.” The two laughed and managed to make breezy small talk. Ephraim was at State for piano performance. Trevor played intra-mural lacrosse. Derbies past and all the rest.

“Trevor,” Trevor turned and saw Travis running up with a fist full of dollar bills and a mouth full of Double-Bubble. Behind him, a kid just a little younger trailed after, concentrating on sinking his teeth into a giant soft pretzel. “Aww man,” Travis rolled his eyes when he spotted Trevor, turned to his friend. “My brother’s hitting on some dude again. C’mon, let’s go find Matthew.” The two kids ran off towards the door to the gym.

“Well well well,” Ephraim smirked under bushy brows. “Do you regularly, uh, cruise the pine-car derby?”

“My brother’s full of it,” Trevor awkwardly rubbed his palms over the seam down the side of his jeans. “He can’t see that you’re clearly more impressive than ‘some dude’.”

“Wow,” Ephraim intoned dryly, but his lip curled into a smile. “Very smooth. You’ve known me for five minutes and you think you can tell that, huh?”

“I could tell that before I sat down,” Trevor blurted. He managed to hold eye contact and grin.

“Well,” Ephraim seemed to think it over playfully. “Your brother was hanging out with my nephew, so I can get any info I need to hold over your head later.”

“I’m honored you would think to threaten me so soon into meeting me!”

“Oh shut up and come sit next to me.”

#character sketch #original characters #de facto love february #meet cute #gay romance #I need to get better at writing the beginning of relationships #i usually like to come in once they've been together #practice practice practice #came right against the time limit for this one so it's pretty abrupt

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