#maxbronte

[clympiian-archive-blog]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬. // Is Paranoia Bronte freaking out about possible Creeper activity and T-Bird has to calm her down bc her crying makes him uncomfortable? is The Tone in a state of rage (drunken or otherwise) or having a bad trip that Max tries to talk him down from? Is Max paranoid that Gabe is going to try to kill her or someone she loves? Did Max steal one of Tony's knives & he's coming after her and she's trying to get out of this alive? Is it something else entirely? Up to you!!

Disney Characters Drabble Meme- status: ACCEPTING

Chicken Little: My character overreacts about something and yours calms them down.

If there’s one thing he hates, it’s tears. It’s glassy eyes, wide and desperate, as pristine crystal clear droplets roll down soft cheeks. It’s wobbling bottom lips, and soft sniffles, delicate whimpers and heart broken sobs. 

It’s safe to say Antonio hates crying. 

Normally it isn’t too bad, he can distance himself from the crying person, shut them out because he doesn’t care- but this time he can’t run away. he’s stuck there anchored in his spot by the delicate wisp of a girl with wide dark eyes and a disposition that reminds him of a hummingbird. 

Her dark eyes are wide and glassy and there are tears rolling down her cheeks, she’s babbling about the Creeper and he can barely hear her words over the rushing in his ears. 

He can’t handle her crying. He can’t walk away. 

So instead, he takes a few hesitant steps forward and wraps his arms around her. It’s the first time he’s voluntarily initiated contact with her- and he doesn’t even flinch when they touch. But he doesn’t have time to dwell on that, instead he smooths a hand over her dark hair and hopes he can provide some sort of comfort. 

he’ll do anything to make her stop crying.

“You’re okay- Max you’re safe, I promise okay? He wont hurt you, he wont even get close. I wont let anything happen to you. I promise.” 

He shouldn’t. He’s a Di Sangue, and he always keeps his word regardless of the price it costs him. But she means too much to him for Antonio to do anything else. 

He doesn’t want to be the person his father created- a hollow bloodstained shell, but his loyalty floods through his veins as vibrant as his blood and fuels the protective part of him that he doesn’t know how to control. He’ll keep her safe, at least he’ll do his best- and he doesn’t quite care about the cost. He never does.

“you’ll be safe, i promise.”

[simonsreign]

@maxbronte @sarahsays replied to your post:      “Hey, Sarah,” Simon manages to grab (one of)...

confirmed simon was definitely valedictorian

look i love this hc, it works so well :’) 

simon would’ve been valedictorian and he would’ve given a rly garbo speech for the rising seniors (mostly) about how life is rly hard and stupid and they just gotta try and push through

[flownsaucer]

BRONTE, MAXINE H. ✴ That was the name on the hospital door. It’s the name that still makes him flinch whenever he hears it.

The average person remembers the terrifying, deadly, misleadingly dainty cheerleader with the reflexes to jolt awake at the slightest touch to dig a BLADE into his shoulder with wicked aim. But just like the small brunette, Ian is not just the average person. Ian takes "remembering” one step further. He picks up a full flown obsession. He pored over every report, watched every video, and read every Hooper Port High School classmate’s piece he could find on the Bronte v. St. Clair trial.

And then he collected more research, firsthand...

      ...

Now, saying that Ian CORNERED Max when he finally came up with a plan to talk to her isn’t the way he would put it, but he did notice that she goes on the single-file vegetarian lunchline every day. And he did wait until she walked into the narrow, enclosed aisle before he got on line behind her, closing her in. And he did wait until two more people got on line after him before he started conversation, waited until she would have to squeeze through more people to evacuate, waited until she felt safe that he wasn’t going to say anything to her. (Alright, maybe “cornered” is exactly how you should put it.)

          ❝ Hey, so’uh... Maxine? Ms. Thorn said that we could work together with people who picked the same DIETY as us for this final project, and I, um, heard we’re doing the same guy. To be honest, I don’t know anything about the OCEAN GOD ;;;  I just picked Neptune because it’s my favorite planet in our solar system. But I know you’re great with this stuff, and I guess I just... Wanted to ask if you’d be willing to do some charity work for a kid who only understands math and science? ❞

Ian’s meekness is only BARELY an act to keep her guard down. You have to be careful around this one. Not just because Maxine has shown to be volatile in the past, but because he has good reason to believe... 

MAXINE BRONTE IS THE CREEPER.

     ❝ Sorry. Is this... weird? Is this a weird thing to do? I know we have our.... you know... ❞

✴「 @maxbronte.⭒」

[reversecxpid-blog]

@maxbronte Anne Marie was the queen of girlfriends and the queen of fun. She was a nihilistic French girl Gabe met in an abandoned factory party and they immediately clicked. They were king and queen of everywhere they went, they were role models. Heroes and villains. Their whole relationship was an aesthetic, and in fact Anne Marie became pregnant once, but aborted. Both sighed in relief but also cried a lot after that.

[sidwurm-archive]

「📱: txt. ⟪ SID & MAX. ⟫」

Sid [4.33pm]: yo, culdnt get hrs so ill b on campus 2n. so fyi if things get wierd w/jim n u domt wana do somthing i can play 3rd weel. ps dont sweat the crown shit. lyd ashers [...] (1/2)

Sid [4.33pm]: [...] gonna cream u. u can jus leav + com here if ur woried tho i geuss. i m prety sur no1 likes u but u cant get flashbax if u aint dere 2 get triggerd (2/2)

[clarisaacosta-blog]

POLL: Which Of Clary Acosta's Potential Prosthetic Legs Are You??

Are you:

A. The Crystal LegB. The Floral LegC. The Stereo LegD. The Light Leg

[mcdestys]

Clapback Win: This Prettyboy Found The Ultimate Comeback to Your Older Sister's Teasing!

[maikwons]

“No, you don’t get a choice.” // MAI + HER PARENTS.

drabbles. | accepting and getting to slowly !!

    ( && do you know what i heard?? i heard she wasn’t always like that. a fractured little girl. a shell of who she used to be.       do you know what i heard??      she’s scared of her own family. that she doesn’t love them.       i mean, don’t you think that’s kind of FUCKED up??  )

       “ i made it in. ” her WORDS are holy ; tumbling from her lips like they are part of a sermon. her small, bruised hands are trembling as she holds the manila envelope in them. there’s a bright red [ congratulations !!] stamped across the top page that she slips out. the paper is smooth against her calloused fingertips, and she can feel tears watering in her eyes. she blinks them BACK and a smile is stretched onto her chapped lips ( is this what happiness feels like ?? the warm feeling, the biting feeling in her finger tips ; how it tingles until it feels numb. the swelling she feels in her CHEST. )

    NO. mai knows what this is.

     악마.

    for in her euphoric state, she has not paid attention. she has NOT heard the ever so slight creaks in the old floorboards of her house, how they become louder and louder. the ( heavy ) breathing ; the kind that smells like smoke. she’s been too naive to see the signs that life has given her ; the author giving signs to the oblivious reader in their eighth period english class. she’s so naive, so, so, so naive. naive to think this would LAST.

   well, mai’s never been good at LITERATURE anyways.

   ( her hopes and dreams ) are dashed ; torn from her gentle grip. 

    the voice sends SHIVERS down her spine, freezing her. her cleats are glued to the floorboards, the sophomore can’t even TURN around. her heart is beating so so fast. blood is rushing in her ears and the TEARS that had been from joy had juxtaposed —— fear has never made her feel so ( …? there’s no word. it’s a feeling she can’t describe, but it swallows her WHOLE ; the stench of alcohol and cigars flooding her senses until she’s FILLED with it ).

     “ what is this? “ 

      it’s CLIPPED. it’s her mother’s voice ( god, she can’t even remember a time where it HASN’T sounded like that, it’s become her nectar that she uses to nurture mai ). she dares to look up ; as her gaze has been on the stained floor. “ i-it’s a TRAVEL SOCCER team acceptance … ” she formulates on her tongue. her words aren’t SCRATCHY, but coated with tears, icing on top of whatever fucked up cake she’s going to be FORCED to ingest. “ they want me to be their goalie. ”

  “ no. ”

    she’s been EXPECTING it. ever since she’s felt their presence ; she knew what the answer was going to be. ( the sixteen year old did not think it would hurt this much. )

   her mouth opens and vocal chords speak before she can think. “ PLEASE!! “ she’s not on her knees ——- but she might as well be. “ d-don’t i get a choice ?? “

      SINS HAVE LEFT YOUR MOUTH. HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK? HOW DARE YOU QUESTION US?TO THOSE WHO HAVE LOVED AND CARED FOR YOU? IS THIS OUR THANK YOU? UNGRATEFUL. YOU’RE A DIRTY SINNER. 

        R                                                                                                          S          E                                                                                                     M            P                                                                                                 A              E                                                                                             C                N                                                                                        K                  T.                                                                                   !

       ( && ACCORDING to impulse ; which is equal to the product of FORCE and time of interaction between two objects. to ACHIEVE a large impulse with a small time frame, you must USE a large amount of force to compensate. )

     “ no. you don’t GET a choice. ”

    her petite form is on the floor within an INSTANT. mai’s a GOALIE but she is not used to that kind of power from a SOCCER ball. her cheek stings, and something is dripping down it. syrupy and thick, she’s all too familiar with it. it mixes with the tears of shellshock that stream down her face and sends sharp yet DULL pain through her body; to the top of her head, to the tip of her toes. it’s her MOTHER who did it. 

    after all ; she’s the only one who wears a RING with the intent to cause pain. as if knowing this, her mother plays with the engagement band on her ring finger. ( much like their daughter, her parent’s marriage had fractured into little glass pieces. her father didn’t wear the ring anymore. )

     mai kwon concedes. she doesn’t know WHY she argued. it was useless, anyways. 

    slowly and shakily, small little MAI picks herself up, just barely. she needs to get out, she needs to leave the room before it gets so much WORSE.

       “ and where do you think are you going? 

                     THIS DISCUSSION IS NOT OVER. ”

            ( && I MEAN, think about it. how cruel and screwed up do you have to BE to not l o v e one of your OWN?? )

[greycaverly-blog]

📱 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞.𝐦𝐩𝟑. 📱

[unsent text] you are so pretty it’s stupid[unsent text] on a scale of 1-10, how much of a freak do you think i am?[unsent text] do you think if i kill jimmy, i could just use the amnesia as an excuse?[unsent text] i’m sorry i’m so weird and twitchy and panicky honestly why are you friends with me [unsent text] please help me figure out who i am

[sent text] so how do you actually tie a bow? for like…science reasons

@maxbronte

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did

[clementinesterling-blog]

💙 *sam voice* yike rip in rest

Women are meant to be seen, not heard, at least not when more important people were at work. Sofia Sterling ( née Bonnet ) was raised with this principle in mind, along with quite a few other archaic conservative principles, all of which she passed onto her children with the help of her husband -- at least, to some extend. Born into an upper middle class family, she was never expected to work, lest she ruin her appearance and thus her chances of getting a husband richer than her. Her father wanted connections, wanted a foot in the door into the world of white collar business, and while he didn’t have the skills to get there legitimately, being the father-in-law to someone in the business was exactly what he needed. So Sophia was an object, a tool to be used for other people’s advancement, but she was taught not to complain. After all, what could ever be wrong with being married to someone who would buy her anything she wanted and living in a mansion at least twice the size of her childhood home?

After marrying Nicholas Sterling, she quickly learned the ways of upper class women, learning how to say insults with a smile so they hurt that much more and how to never lose her cool in a social situation, lest she be the shame of the town. It was a careful balance between radiance and resentment, a dance that she passed on to her children when they were born. At first, she was thrilled by the fact that she had twins, thrilled by their beauty and the fact that they so clearly fit the mold of the perfect family she and her husband sought. But it wasn’t long before she -- and Nicholas -- began to develop an obvious favorite, much like Sophia’s parents had done with her and her older brother. Caspian, after all, could inherit the company. He was smart, handsome and charming with a knack for business, even if he tended to be more on the stoic side. But Clementine? She was nothing but pretty and even then her beauty was often offset by her struggles in school and the attitude that Sophia refused to take responsibility for. Still, there was a purpose for both of the twins and Sophia made it her duty to teach Clem how to be exactly what she needed to be ;; quiet, refined and beautiful while never having a moment of brashness or daring to disagree with her betters. 

Love was never the point and she never saw Caspian or Clementine as children. They were the means to an end, just like she was.

@ofcaspiian

send 💙 to meet my muses mother, or send 💛 to meet my muses father!

[jonahbjames]

max, holding his face: whats this i hear about cheerleading not being a sport jonah b. james. ��

accidental-chauvinist jonah, speaking even though his cheeks are being squished together: i think it’s sweet that you girls all gathered together to become cheerleaders. it is a sport, just a different kind of sport :) as in it’s not a real sport

[goldcypress]

HOOPER PORT GIRL

she was a homecoming queen... (RE: THE SCHOOL)                       a partner in crime... (RE: CYPRESS BRONTE)                               a loyal daughter... (RE: THE BRONTE FAMILY)                                           a loving girlfriend... (RE: TYLER ROMERO)

                     she is MISSED

and she left MANY wondering if she would ever return

@maxbronte

[plathvote]

♕ QUEEN NOMINATIONS: 𝑹𝒖𝒃𝒚 𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑨𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏, 𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒂 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆, 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝑲𝒘𝒐𝒏, 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝑻𝒂🌲𝒖𝒎 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔, & 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂.

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[dacrebutlerarchive-blog]

@maxbronte replied to your post: [[MOR] question: does everyone else have this...

i think its supposed to be a tumblr april fools joke but the staff got the date wrong because they’re the tumblr staff

well that’s the most reasonable explanation yet

@staff please respond

[deacvrmela-blog]

10 SIGNS IT'S TIME TO HAVE THAT ORGY.

want to find out if that rper is working in buzzfeed?--click here !

[greycaverly-blog]

✤ + 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏 & 𝑮𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒛;;

who said i love you first?

nancy. but glen says it back immediately; he was just too scared she wouldn’t feel the same.

who laughs when the other trips?

both. glen also laughs at himself.

who pays the bills?

nancy. she has way more money, even if it’s just her parents’ money.

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

nancy. she absolutely loves the holidays, plus she wants glen to experience what he doesn’t remember.

who’s more clumsy?

both. they’re horrible.

who checks their daily horoscope?

nancy. glen thinks it’s stupid but he thinks she’s fantastic, so he tolerates it.

who sings louder in the car?

both. completely off key and way too loud, but it’s fantastic regardless.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

glen. nancy probably tries to throw the toothpaste at him at least once.

who is more up to date in pop culture?

glen. it’s basically the only thing he knows about the world.

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

nancy. both for the Experience and for making out.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?

both. they sob like babies.

who’s the lighter sleeper?

nancy. when glen hits the pillow, he’s out like a light.

who believes in ghosts?

nancy. glen only believes hypothetically, but he plays along for her sake.

who does the grocery shopping?

nancy. glen perpetually forgets and they’d probably starve if it was his job.

who updates their facebook status more often?

nancy. her social media presence must be perfect. plus glen doesn’t have a facebook.

@maxbronte

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you…