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made the gaang with this picrew cause i have too much time on my hands, enjoy
#almost didn't make suki#so disappointed in myself fr#it's like if they were normal teenagers but i gave zuko and aang their scar and tattoo because they looked wrong without them#dimpled aang and suki supremacy#i gave zuko a hearing aid in his scarred ear because he canonically can't hear well out of it#(i'm aware that hearing aid probably can't help with damaged eardrums maybe they can i don't actually know so sorry)#gave sokka glasses cause i'm projecting and i feel like he's strained his eyes so much over the years#freckled aang sokka (on his neck down so you can't really see it) and suki supremacy#gave sokka a bunch of face moles cause i can#gave toph acne cause she's the youngest in my heart (yes i know her and aang are the same age)#i gave the gaang as whole many piercings and i'm not ashamed (aang's the only one without one idk why don't ask)#atla#avatar the last airbender#the gaang#aang#katara#sokka#zuko#toph#suki#also this is how i had to learn that suki is the only one out of the gaang that has like actual lips at all times#(as in her character design)#OH i also gave aang and toph scars (aang = arms toph = face) because it spoke to me and felt right idk#also if you squint you can see blemishes on zuko's neck cause again it just felt right#i'm actually so proud of these AHHHH#team avatar#didn't even mean to make a pattern with the backgrounds just worked out that way heheh#EDIT: remade the boys cause i used the wrong sized clothes and it was bothering me SO MUCH (zuko's hair is longer now let's all cheer)
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Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out
I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs
#mairimashita! iruma kun#mairuma#m!ik#mairuma devizine#illustration#fanart#purson soi#asmodeus alice#suzuki iruma#valac clara#gaap goemon#agares picero#allocer schneider#sabnock sabro#shax lied#caim kamui#ix elizabetta#crocell kerori#andro m jazz#id in alt#yuno art#tbh I had quite a lot of fun designing the water guns for this piece hehe#I completely forgot that Iruma should have another shirt under the jacket so uuh fanservice I guess <- disappointed in myself fr#also the alt text is slightly a nightmare I didn't know what to write so I'm gonna give some thoughts about what's going on :')#if I had a nickel for everytime I drew the misfits together as a whole I'd have 3 nickels. They are a hivemind.#the 13 goobers
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Well, I kinda expected this to happen when I heard about the extra chapter anyway. Ochako is gorgeous as ever at least. Congrats izuochas :')
#bnha leaks#mha leaks#i never expected bakudeku to happen but i personally wanted no ships to be canon so that the ship wars on any side would have no ammo#so i am sort of disappointed myself but i'm happy for you guys#bakudeku#bkdk#izuocha#izch#pls don't start ship wars in my replies#i will delete your reply if you try to start shit fr idc if you're a bkdk or izch shipper#no shit in my replies
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[Feel better soon Jay! Take all the time you need]
[OOC: Thank you. I appreciate it!! ^^ ]
#Mod speaks#i suppose I’m just kinda taking a break?#Disappointing I know. (that’s assuming y’all are interested at all in these blogs)#I understand fr fr#sadly I cannot force myself to instantly be done with burnout#But hey!!! it’s been pretty stress relieving to not log on.#Which is weird. Tumblr is normally a happy place for me.#More of a reason to take a break till I feel better ig!!!#I think I’m okay though which is good.#Being okay is good.#I’m yapping lmaoooo#There’s basically nothing important in these tags so dw if you scrolled to the bottom#real talk#but not negative rlly. just real talk.
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there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.
lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going
try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself
in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted
I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there
this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).
in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now
really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them
oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night
#gelmo#i get so. i get so angry when women write ass female characters like fr ur kicking urself in the crotch rn#you can be innocent/clueless about The World and still be so compelling#thinking about guxiang from word of honor. she was goofy and oblivious but she also had Teeth#and she was strong! and had opinions and stuff#so important to have opinions….. especially in the pre internet age#i hage so many more thoughts on this topic but i took melatonin which should knock me out so#this is not a well organized argumentative essay this is just me yapping in an empty room#but yeah i was disappointed at lotus casebook. particularly given its high as fuck reviews#reviews? i mean ratings. and stellar reviews or whatever#also the ending (sans 24 episodes of context granted) was ASS i was like ??? it’s over ??? surely not#idk it didn’t work for me. glad it worked for some other homies. fang duobing let me rescue u and the dog from this shit ass story#anyway……….. i have been unable to listen to english language music in some weeks now#this is quite major for me. given my 2 year indie folk phase. but i need a break from america and the ideological west at large#no more taylor biden…. justin kahan…………#just my chinese drama insert songs nct 127’s sixth album WALK and jacky cheung#it’s true i keep landing myself in these spots where i’m sick of america and i’m sick of singapore so how are my friends (from these two#countries) supposed to approach me. well the answer is they are not the country but it’s trhe i am in one of those weird holes right now#glad i’ll be leaving in august briefly! watch me go. awooooo
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hello beloved suni. for valentine's day ficlet prompt... a lumax valentine's day perhaps?
(ft. lucas going Overboard and max secretly loving it?)
abby i would literally give you the world if you asked me to <3 happy early valentine's day and i hope you like this one !!
“I don’t understand this holiday,” El frowns, peering over the displays of red cardboard boxes and bulk-order roses. This corner of Melvald’s is completely decked out, with glitter and flowers and plush teddy bears as far as the eye can see– or at least until aisle three, where the store returns to its regularly scheduled programming of household cleaning supplies.
The floral scent is almost nauseatingly strong, and Max is suddenly extremely thankful she’s nowhere near as allergic to them as she used to be, or Mrs. Byers would have had to drive her to the hospital as she broke out in hives. “Me neither,” Max says, squinting at a teddy bear with particularly beady eyes. “Consumerist nonsense.”
El gives her a bit of a weird look. “Um–”
“It means they just overdo the lovey-dovey thing to get people to buy stuff,” Max adds, and El’s frown smooths itself out.
“Oh, okay. I was just going to say that I don’t know why there’s only one day out of the whole year to buy someone flowers.” She reaches out, touches a tentative finger to one of the petals on the nearest rose, and then immediately retracts her hand as the petal falls off and flutters slowly to the checkered tiles of the floor. “Oh no.”
Max bites back a laugh. “I bet those flowers have been sitting in storage since the beginning of the month.”
“I don’t get this holiday,” El says again, and shakes her head. “Why buy someone flowers that have been sitting outside for two weeks?”
“Again,” Max says, rolling her eyes at the 20% off! sign, “they just want to make money off this stuff. They don’t care about love.”
“Bullshit,” El says, so suddenly that Max can’t bite back a laugh in time to keep herself from giggling loudly, the sound ringing through the quiet of the store. Half an aisle over, a guy in a suit shoots her a glare. She pulls a face at him.
“Bull– yeah, I guess so,” she says, as El turns to study the display of chocolates on their other side. “So jaded already?”
“I don’t know what jaded means,” El muses, “but I think this holiday is bullshit.”
“Yeah, that’s– yeah,” Max nods. “You got it. Hey, if these chocolates are on sale, then maybe we should get some anyway.” She picks up a heart-shaped box and flips it over. “You’re not allergic to nuts, are you, El?”
“I don’t think so. Won’t Lucas buy you chocolates?” El asks, turning back around to give Max a curious look. “He’s your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, well,” Max sighs. “This whole thing is so cheesy. I don’t need him to buy me chocolates, I just need him to put up more of a fight before I beat him at Super Mario Bros. I swear it’s not even fun anymore.”
El wrinkles her nose. “At least it would be better than what Mike did.”
“Oh yeah?” Max raises her eyebrows, then puts the box of chocolates down. The handful of change in her pocket can be spent on better things than overpriced and over-marketed chocolate anyway. “What did Mike do?”
“He got me a card that said I like you.”
Max stares. “I like– you’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Nope.” El pops the p, and gives Max a look like yeah, I know.
“Okay, well, good riddance,” Max snorts. “I’ll be praying for Will. Poor guy.”
“I think it probably helps to actually love the person you give the card to,” El says thoughtfully, which is a pretty good point, and Max honestly doesn’t have much to add to that. She gives another cursory glance over the piles of sickeningly-sweet flower displays, the rows upon rows of stuffed bears that all look exactly alike, and then her eyes land on a discount bag of M&Ms.
“Okay, well, I still want these,” she says as she grabs them. “M&Ms are good no matter the day. You want anything, El?”
El peers around the corner of the aisle, and her face lights up. “Reese’s!” she cheers, then disappears from view. “One second!”
Max sighs, tossing the bag of chocolate up and down in one hand as she waits. She can imagine it now, being one of those poor schmucks at school who get bombarded with tacky cards and flowers that are on the brink of collapse. Just another way to flaunt relationships that are equally on the brink of collapse, probably. No one goes through the motions of over-the-top, elaborate stuff like this unless they’re trying to compensate for something.
She thinks about it, for a fleeting second– being given roses at school. The secondhand embarrassment of it all. A teddy bear that’ll no doubt collect dust on her bookshelf for the next ten years. Cheesy greeting cards– be mine and hugs and kisses and–
“Ready to go?” El pops back into her field of vision, a bright orange package clutched in one hand.
Max blinks. “Yeah,” she says, then firmly banishes any thoughts of cheesy greeting cards from her mind. No, thank you. She’s fine with her discount chocolate– that she got herself, mind you. No consumerist bullshit for her this time. “Yeah, let’s head out. Maybe Mrs. Byers will let us use her employee discount again.”
—-
Max knows something is off the next morning before she even gets in the car.
“You look weird,” she frowns, in lieu of a greeting. “What’s with you?”
Lucas ignores her. “Good mooorning,” he says, long and drawn-out and not nearly as obnoxious as it should be. “Are you ready for today?”
Max slams the passenger door shut behind her and says, “Well, my history presentation is today. So, no.”
“You’re going to crush it,” Lucas says, even though they have different history teachers this year and of course Max got stuck with the nitpicky one. “World War II isn’t going to know what hit it.” He takes the car out of park, backs slowly away from the lot in front of the trailer, and onto the main road. “But come on, that’s not what I mean.”
Max raises her eyebrows. Look, she’s not dumb, okay. It’s February 14th and she’s dating Lucas Sinclair. She knows there’s only one place this conversation is leading to. “Oh yeah? Well, I heard they’re serving chicken nuggets in the cafeteria today,” she says anyway, just to be difficult.
Lucas indulges her. He always indulges her. “Well I’m ready for chicken nugget day,” he says, even though he shouldn’t be, because Max is certain they haven’t used chicken to make them since before Indiana was even a state. He reaches for her hand over the console and says, “You might have to drive me to the hospital after but it’ll be worth it.”
Max bites back a smile and looks out of the window before he can see. “Loser,” she says. It comes out too fond for her to have any hopes about hiding it, and even though the radio is blasting Madonna, she hears him laugh as he squeezes her hand.
She thinks he’s dropped it, or maybe he’s picked up on the hint and hastily canceled whatever it was he’d been planning, but of course, no such luck. “Okay, well,” he says, as they get out of the car and make their way up to the school. “Can I walk you to your locker at least?”
She stops in her tracks. It wouldn’t have been suspicious if he didn’t ask, because he always walks her to her locker before class starts, but now–
“No,” she decides, walking away as fast as her legs will allow. “Don’t you have Calculus to get to?”
He catches up to her easily. “Come on,” he grins, matching her pace effortlessly. “It’s–”
She holds a finger up to his face. “Don’t say it.”
Lucas holds both hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You’re thinking something! I know it! You’re– you’re scheming and you’re– up to something, I don’t know. Up to no good.”
“Up to no good?” Lucas laughs. “What are you, fifty?”
“Shut up,” she says, and then they’re basically at her locker already, and his grin grows exponentially which leads her to believe that maybe this was the plan all along.
“You should open your locker,” Lucas says, leaning against the adjacent one and clearly trying his hardest to look blasé about the whole thing. “Just saying. Because your books are in there and stuff.”
“If I open this and something jumps out at me,” Max grumbles, spinning the combination lock. “I’m going to–”
She trails off. Stares.
“Um,” Lucas is saying, peering around the open locker door. “You’re going to– what?”
“Kill you,” she whispers, before reaching into her locker and pulling out the biggest fucking bouquet of roses she’s ever seen. “What the hell?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Lucas smiles. There’s something a little nervous about it, like maybe he was worried that she had some deep, lifelong trauma rooted in the holiday and maybe she was about to start crying in the middle of the hallway. “Do you like them?”
She could lie and say no, just to keep up appearances, but that would be mean, probably. “Yeah,” Max says, feeling herself smile before she can help it. “What– how did you get my locker combination?”
Lucas waves a hand dismissively. “Dustin,” he says, like this explains everything. Maybe it does– she doesn’t know. She tries not to keep up with whatever they have going on, because the less she knows the better. “But seriously– do you like?”
“Of course,” Max says softly. They’re pink roses, the real kind, fragrant and fresh and not falling apart at the seams like the flowers that had been shedding all over the Melvald’s floor yesterday. She wonders where he got them. She wonders how much he paid for them. “They’re– how?”
“I have my ways,” and okay, apparently Lucas is a total man of mystery now, and Max does not care enough to find out what his ways are, because–
Oh, these flowers are gorgeous. Like actually, genuinely, mind-blowingly gorgeous.
“You got me flowers,” she says, more to herself than Lucas, like maybe stating this fact as just that– a fact– will make it easier to comprehend.
He got her flowers. A lot of flowers.
Apparently Max Mayfield is, after all, one of the poor schmucks being given flowers at school.
“Well, I figured you’d think the red ones are dumb,” Lucas goes on, blissfully ignorant of the way Max can literally feel her entire face turning hotter than the inside of an oven. “And I know you like red, but they're red roses, which I know you’d think are tacky, so I figured these would be more your speed. More subtle. More– uh. Max?”
She blinks. “Huh?”
“Are you okay?” Lucas frowns, waving a hand in front of her face. “You haven’t blinked in, like, a minute.”
Max is definitely very, very red now. “I’m fine,” she gets out, “it’s just– thank you. These are nice.”
“Oh.” The tension slips away from Lucas’ shoulders, and he stands up a little straighter. Puffs his chest out just a bit, which makes her laugh. “Good. I’m glad.”
“I might just– leave them here for now, though.” She motions to the locker and tucks the flowers back inside. “If that’s okay.”
“Fine by me,” Lucas grins, then slings an easy arm over her shoulder. “Now about your history presentation–”
—-
And Max isn’t stupid, per se, but maybe it wasn’t the smartest of her to assume that it would end there. At lunch, Max is about to resign herself to her fate of a pathetically soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when Lucas’ grinning face pops up in front of her.
“Hey!”
“Jesus Christ,” she gasps, and Mike snickers softly as she jumps.
“No,” Lucas says, pointing at himself. “Lucas.”
Max peels back the cling film around her sandwich with a growing sense of trepidation. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“Oh, no reason,” Lucas says, and so obviously Max does not believe him in the slightest. He’s got both hands behind his back, and Will is next to him stifling a laugh into his hand, and Max doesn’t trust Lucas as is but she especially doesn’t trust him if Will is involved.
“Could someone just tell me–”
Lucas sets a plastic tupperware container in front of her. “Ta-da!”
Max frowns. “What’s this?”
“Well maybe if you opened it,” Mike starts, and then she elbows him and he lets out a sharp, offended gasp. “Ow!”
“Shut up,” she says, peeling off the lid of the box. And then, “Lucas.”
He grins. “Yes?”
What the fuck. Max reaches into the box and pulls out the most perfect cupcake she’s seen in all seventeen years of her existence. “Did you– did you bake me a cupcake?”
Lucas scratches the back of his neck with one hand and says, “It’s from a box mix but. Technically, yes.”
“And it’s–”
“Red velvet!” Lucas announces, and he’s definitely being a little smug about it now, but Max supposes it’s probably deserved, with the way she’s been staring at this thing for the past forty seconds. “Um. Your favorite.”
“I–”
No one’s ever baked her anything before. She figures that no one’s really had any reason to, before Lucas, but that means it’s something that hadn’t even been on her radar of things that you can do for other people until now, which also means that she’s been staring at this damn thing long enough for Mike Wheeler to reach across her and try to scrape some of the frosting off the top.
That spurs her into action. She swats his wrist away. “Hey! Get your own!”
“I don’t have my own,” Mike pouts dejectedly. He looks over at Will. “Can you make me a cupcake?”
Will sets a second tupperware down in front of Mike. “One step ahead of you,” he laughs, “but you ruined the surprise.”
Mike’s mouth drops open, then closes, then opens again, in an excellent impression of a goldfish. “What–”
“Will came over last night,” Lucas announces, and they both have identical grins on their faces now. “While El and Max were off wreaking havoc on the poor city of Hawkins.”
“We went to catch a movie,” El chimes in, shoveling baby carrots into her mouth. “Hawkins is fine.”
“I can’t believe you,” Max hisses, because this is the second time Lucas has made her turn redder than a beetroot today.
Lucas just grins wider. “You love me,” he says, linking their fingers together across the cafeteria table.
“Gross,” Mike gags next to her, and then Will touches a hand to his wrist and he falls blessedly silent.
“You were saying, Wheeler?”
“Oh, shut up.”
—-
Max thought that maybe going home would mean an end to her suffering, but apparently not.
She frowns. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. It’s not like the roses and the desserts and the cheesy greeting card Lucas had pressed into her hands before dropping her off are hurting anybody. She rolls over onto her side in bed, hours later after dinner and homework and when she’s done boiling herself alive in the shower, and stares at the card where she’s propped it up on her desk.
I love you bear-y much, it reads, with the most ridiculous cartoon illustration of a bear behind it. So ridiculous, in fact, that she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d totally just picked it out to see the look on her face when he gave it to her. And it must have worked, and she totally gave him exactly the reaction he’d been looking for, because he’d laughed for, like, a solid three minutes after pulling up in front of her place.
“This is so stupid,” she’d said in the car, fighting back a laugh with every molecule in her body, and it’s true– it is stupid, maybe one of the most stupid things she’s ever seen– but suddenly her cheeks hurt and there’s something warm and fuzzy and gross bubbling up inside her chest, and she’s smiling.
“What the hell,” she whispers aloud, horrified, hiding her face in her pillow like there’s anyone around to witness her throwing all sense of morality to the wind and partaking in stupid greeting card traditions.
Clink.
Max sits straight up in bed. There’s a noise from the window, like someone’s tapping on it, but there’s no one there.
She frowns. What? Maybe it was a stray gust of wind, or a tree branch, or–
Clink.
A pebble comes flying at her windowpane, so small that she barely even sees it, then bounces off harmlessly.
“What–”
Lucas Sinclair is standing outside her bedroom window, waving like a maniac. “Hi,” he says, as soon as she gets the window open. “Are you busy?”
“Lucas?” Max looks down at her pajama pants and t-shirt, one she’s had for so long that she’s started to wear holes in it. “No, I was just– what the hell are you doing?”
“Being romantic,” Lucas says simply. “I was going to bring a boombox and blast something cheesy but I figured maybe waking up your mom and the entire community was less romantic and more asshole-y.”
“Asshole-y is not a word,” she says, in a meager attempt at a distraction from the smile breaking across her face. “You could have just knocked. At the front door.”
Lucas makes a face. “But that’s boring. Now are you going to come outside or do I need to climb through your window again?”
“You’re ridiculous,” Max decides, even as she swings one leg through the open window, shaking her head. “You are so ridiculous.”
“You’re laughing,” Lucas says gleefully. Her feet hit the grass and she shivers slightly, the ground gone icy with the February chill.
“Yeah, so?”
“And you’re also cold,” he says, and then he’s shrugging his jacket off and holding it out. It’s his varsity jacket, the one he has on almost every day. She’d never tell him, but she loves wearing it because it’s already a little big on him which means it’s huge on her and maybe the most comfortable thing she’s ever put on.
She accepts the proffered jacket without a fuss, which is maybe out of the ordinary for today, but whatever. “Someone’s being real gentlemanly today.”
“Please. I’m always a gentleman,” and he says it kind of laughingly, but it’s not a joke. Not really. Lucas is the most gentle person she knows, and he brought her flowers and baked her cupcakes and gave her the most stupid card ever, and–
“Thank you,” she says earnestly, tucking the jacket in around herself.
Lucas shuffles his feet on the grass. “I know you’re cold,” he starts, “so I won’t stay too long. I just wanted to see you.”
“You wanted to see me?” Max stares. “You saw me all day at school. And you picked me up and dropped me off and–”
“I meant just you,” Lucas corrects, tugging her arms down from where she’s got them wrapped around herself, twisting their fingers together. “No rush. No first period bell. No basketball practice in the way.”
“I,” Max starts, throat gone completely, embarrassingly dry. God, she’s dating this guy, and she has been for forever, so why the hell is she still getting so flustered? “Really?”
“Uh, yeah?” Lucas says it like a question, like it’s obvious. “And I know Valentine’s Day isn’t your thing because you think it’s totally stupid, which is fine, because you’re kind of right, but– I don’t know. All I could think about all day was how lucky I am to be dating you.”
Jesus Christ. This is not a good look for her. If Mike ever asks, Max kept her composure, and was calm and collected and as totally cool as a cucumber.
“Really?” she squeaks, just a little bit, because the unfortunate reality of the situation is that she is not as cool as a cucumber and is, instead, as warm as– something that’s very warm. “You– really?”
Lucas laughs lightly. “Yes, really,” he says, thankfully ignoring her sudden combustion into a thousand little Max-shaped pieces. “And I’m sorry if the flowers and everything was over the top and they were so cheesy, but I literally just could not help myself.”
Max shakes her head. “No,” she says, warm and fuzzy and so happy that it’s threatening to spill over and out of her entirely. “No, it’s– I loved them,” she admits softly. “I did. They were lame and corny but I loved them. Even the bear card,” she adds, and he laughs again. “But holy shit, Lucas, you gave me so many things.”
“You deserve lots of things,” Lucas says. “Lots of good, corny, cheesy things.”
“I’m going to need you to shut up now,” Max says, then promptly buries her face in his chest. He doesn’t even seem fazed by the impact, solid and steady and unmoving as she wraps her arms around him. “But happy Valentine’s Day, stalker.”
She hears him laugh, somewhere above her. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, and kisses her on top of her head. “I love you.”
#posting this now for the five people that are online#oh i love lumax so much#so disappointed in myself for not writing them before#anyways#lucas sinclair the boyfriend of all time so true#max mayfield the astrobei self insert of all time she's just like me fr#ugh#just let her be spoiled and given good things n made flustered and and and#<333333#lumax#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#+ a little bit of#el hopper#fic#fun sized fics
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summer profile very quickly before I head off to bed🧸
#had a sick day today!!!#whenever I take the day off I always feel a little disappointed in myself but that all goes away with the coming of the next day’s sun#fr these days!!!!!! it’s going to be a very hot summer….#tomorrow will be the warmest day yet.. 89 degrees farenheit… I hope it won’t be too hot to wear my new jeans#enough about me though!!! hope everyone’s summer days have been fun and cozy so far:}#art from the cabin#artists on tumblr#my characters
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pissing myself shitting my pants
#i passed the semester#but my history grades oh god#9/20#im so disappointed in myself fr#it's ok tho#ill do better next semester#diary
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my dad only knows 2 emotions, anger and mild happiness, and it shows.
#i was disappointed that i asked em to buy me something and he interpreted that as anger#like my dude. you are aware that humans typically can feel nuance right?#then he talks shit about me loud enough that i can hear ofc#he acts so high and mighty as if it wasnt my fucking mom who saved me from being homeless. not him#yelled back at him that i couldve thrown myself off the balcony of my old flat. not my proudest moment but that pos doesnt unserstand that-#-other people can also face mental hardships. also i wasnt pissed off i was disappointed. huuuge difference#but yeah hes a fucking asshole and my mom deserves a better husband#stupid motherfucker#i just wanna leave this goddamn hellhouse but its still 2 goddman weeks until i can move out#fuck i wanna punch a wall but this would make my mom sad and she doesnt deserve it#shes the only one to give a fuck abt me in this “family”#i'm so done here. nit allowed feel anything except neutrality or happiness here bc pos dad takes everything personal#thats fun as a person who inherited my dads anger issues :) thanks dad :) fuck you dad :) cant wait to not see you everyday dad :)#fr mom and the puppy are the threads i'm hanging on by. otherwise i'd just disappear into the night and get it over with#my posts#negative
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Where do u guys get the motivation 2 keep sharing / talking abt yr ocs when every time u try 2 talk abt / post them u get ignored ...
#i wanna keep trying#but its so hard when i try 2 share the info i have abt them ans get 0 responses#like ik i should post / draw fr myself#but sometimes its motivating when it feels like other ppl care too#i keep telling myself 2 keep trying#but i get disappointed every time#and it makes me not wanna keep trying#someone teach me how 2 keep going
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was anyone going to tell me that Beth March’s full name was Elizabeth or was I just supposed to find that out by reading little women?
#little women#very disappointed in myself smh Beth is so me fr and I’ve been a fan of her since I was seven#maia.txt
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i havent wanted to comment on the sandsurge drama bc i think it's insane but like. anyone who says that staff "isn't very communicative" has never played another petsite in their life. Turn back time spend 3 years on neopets and then we'll talk about communication bro..
like there is literally an entire Dev Status Sidebar that shows you what they're saying about whats going on that they update pretty regularly and they do dev updates + stay in contact with their playerbase and closely watch their reactions to updates to see where they messed up and what can be improved on. Like what on planet earth are you talking about. genuinely
the only agreement i will give to communication issue is that the wording on aeq's post regarding the fact that it would be a gem breed took me 7 tries and i still dont get it bc it reads to me as "2nd breed will be treasure, 3rd will be gems"?? which is obv not true. I genuinely can't see what ppl mean by this being a confirmation. but thats not a communication issue it is a Confusing Wording issue. don't complain about communication unless you've played literally any other petsite bc i guarantee you this level of transparency and care you will find in very few other places.
#and before anyone thinks im sucking up to staff. i dont like staff. i will never let myself have anything more than#respect for people i dont know on a day to day basis. they run a company. not my friends. esp not after how the eye genes were treated#fr#flight rising#chimechatter#this is the only thing ill be saying on this or reblogging btw i just got irritated<3#my only opinions on every other issue ppl have is 1. i think modern gem breeds should be 1200 and ancients should be 600g#i cant put apparel on them why thr hell am i paying yhat much. i have to pay 1kg and then a shitton for a skin if i want one and then pay fo#r gem genes too can you get real with me. but its fine i can grind bc if im not gonna pay up im gonna god damn do it right#its literally fine. and 2. was initially disappointed we didnt get at least an egg bc i love getting eggs but w/e ill jus grind. 2 weeks of#g&g gets u a breed change scroll lmao its whatecer#they gotta make money. it is what it is. i use adblocker because the changing ads are distracting n give me a headache#so i better either put my money where my mouth is or grind it out yk. Whateval#such a nothing burger drama honestly
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How do you politely ask a man if he got a 3rd leg so I don’t waste my time lmfaooo
#asking for myself#lmfaoo I don’t want the sweet talk if it ain’t 3 down there 😒#like cut to the chase am I gonna wanna gag on it or not#sometimes a man be maaad sweet and cool and then it’s just disappointment down. there#like damn.. now I see why u so chill#lmfaooo#no disrespect intended#all penis sizes matter but I’m tryna feel ALOT#I need my Mario coins outta my system fr#make me forget my name and existence for a bit lmfaooo
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So is no one going to write Swerve/Hangman or... ???
#I can't be expected to write it myself - I'm terrible!#And I can barely write anything right now anyways#Plus it should be trashy and smutty and that's not my forte unfortunately#But come on people it's RIGHT THERE!#Have you not seen the way they look at each other?!#The jealousy from Swerve? This psychotic slasher movie villain#And the warm-hearted cowboy he's envious of#He wants what he has but he also wants him#There's so much potential!#And yet I can't find a damn thing? Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places but come on fr#I mean...I'm not that surprised because...I think we all know why...y'know 🙂🙂🙂#But still I am disappointed and I NEED#These tags are out of control Jesus Sam you need to learn to shut the fuck up
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i love enhypen so much
#🍑.txt#been listening to them on repeat hyping myself up#music gods fr fr#their songs never disappoint#and it's been so long 😭
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Cannot believe I was on Arizona's side in the custody battle for Sofía Robbin Sloan-Torres instead of Callie's??
Wanting to uproot your child for a woman you've been dating for a few months, is not the right move.
#on the white woman's side?? of a custody battle?? i never thought#like i was prepared to be on callie's side#until the battle played out#slutshaming Arizona's time off in the dating scene like she didn't do the same?#bashing Arizona's career and claiming that stops her being a good mom?#I was so disappointed in Callie for letting her lawyer do that while Arizona focused on Sofía's life and family#Penny didn't even know Sofía was in 1st grade#that is inherently concerning because you've known the kid a few months and then ??? moving cross country???#it was far too soon to decide to do that instead of long distance#woc#latina#sofía robbin sloan-torres#callie torres#arizona robbins#i was trying to root for my bisexual latina so hard 😭 i'm so disappointed fr#>>> as a bisexual latina myself 😭 i wanted to be on her side so bad#greys anatomy
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