#c: maya

[artsy-sunny]

another compilation of oc related art of recent days

[alecflynnarchive]

WHERE: mic drop! WHO: @mayanoelle & alec

Alec had yet to find anything that could beat the high of performing. He tried often to chase the feeling— anything he could get his hands on, really— but nothing ever lived up to the feeling of adoration, of a crowd singing words back to you as you left it all on the stage.

It was, perhaps, the one place he felt like he could lay his armor down. For a moment, at least.

He wiped at his forehead, now sticky with sweat, as the last note rang out and he slid the mic back into its stand. He hopped off the stage, forgoing the stairs, as he made his way to the bar for a well deserved drink. He would have made it there, too, if not for the Maya-shaped blockade. She wasn't looking at him, but that didn't stop the sly smile from creeping across his face. A tsk, and then: "I'm starting to think you're stalking me, Jackson."

[aidankeef]

closed starter to @mayafitzg local: passeio de barco - circe's island

Estava entretido com a paisagem, deitado no convés, sentindo o sol queimando o corpo e incendiando parte dos pensamentos que ainda invadiam sua mente. Era momentâneo, sabia que estava enfrentando a hipótese de recair no alcoolismo sempre que se tornava acessível como naquela ocasião, e por isso precisava resistir. Os passos de Maya fizeram com que despertada dos próprios devaneios e erguesse o rosto para recebê-la. "Como vai, docinho?" Questionou dando espaço para que, se ela quisesse, se sentasse ao seu lado. "Quem diria, uh? Depois daquelas noites no relento iríamos desfrutar de um Resort juntos." Os fragmentos de memória, quando esteve pela cidade de Maya, demonstravam o quão generosa a vida tinha sido com eles. Da vida nas ruas para o SPA, algo havia melhorado. "Você já tinha feito o passeio uma vez? Na minha primeira tentativa aquela filha de Circe rabugenta jogou minha vara de pesca no mar."

[dvstbvnnies]

❝ you’ve actually made me feel like a person again, like i’m … normal. … thank you. ❞ - cassidy to maya

maya can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "you are normal," she tells her. she pretends she doesn't immediately think about the drawn curtains, the sneaky exits, the sunglasses and baseball caps. all of it was worth it if she got to spend time with cassidy. "but you're welcome either way." she wants to thank her for making her feel special, but she finds herself holding that in. she readjusts on her couch, leaning her head on the back, and tucking her legs under herself. "how do you wanna be even more normal tonight? movie? ice cream? a puzzle? anything mundane. you name it!" / @endlessfebrvary

[tmrrwppl]

@compatiissante

"It's Good to see you again, Maya."

[feral-ballad]

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “All inner life runs at some delay”

[Text ID: “The wound is where the light enters us.”]

[dualanya]

i just killed a man, she’s my alibi

merry pride! have my two favourite lesbians 💕🌈

[laurabenanti]

THE STUDIO 1.07 | Casting

[immortalmuses]

Watch Echo. Please. Please.

I cannot stress enough how important it is to see this kind of representation, this kind of investment from a company like Marvel, in telling indigenous peoples' stories. They consulted with the Choctaw nation, they DUBBED THE ENTIRE SERIES IN CHOCTAW. Choctaw is an endangered language! Fewer than 500 people remain that speak it fluently! And here it is, preserved in a Marvel Show about a Native Super Hero!!!!

I know you have MCU fatigue, I get it. I understand that some of the disney+ Marvel shows have been underwhelming. But I am BEGGING YOU. Just watch Echo. Just give it a chance, give Her a chance. The world is a better place with stories like this in it, and the only way we will get more of them is if we show companies like Marvel that their investment isn't a waste.

[funeral]

Maya C. Popa, “Wound is the Origin of Wonder"

[artsy-sunny]

aaand more d&d characters

[alecflynnarchive]

Alec scoffed, made entirely of fake outrage and disbelief. "What do you mean? You're literally my only customer. You have all of my attention right now. That's not special to you?"

Okay, maybe there was a touch of genuine disbelief mixed in there somewhere, pulled into creation by something long since dead between them and twisting itself to fit into now. A long ignored feeling morphing itself until it took the correct shape. A confirmation, however small, that he wasn't enough on his own. The conclusion drawn like coaxing water from stone, sure, but it was an infallible truth all the same. At least, as far as he was concerned.

His eyes met hers and he got the sense that he was being studied, measured. His head tilted to one side, puppy like even as something rose within him that felt like a challenge. "Like what you see?"

Maya’s lips twitched in amusement as she glanced at the drink he’d presented her with, and tilted her head at Alec with a knowing look. “A tonic and gin,” she repeated, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Truly groundbreaking. You’ve outdone yourself.” She lifted the glass, and tipped it in a playful toast to his “genius” before taking a sip. Maya kept her eyes on him over the rim of the glass, amused despite herself. “You know with all that flair, I thought I was getting special treatment,” she teased as she set the glass down. “But no. At least you know how to pour a decent drink.”

She studied Alec as she took another sip of her drink, trying to reconcile the boy she remembered with the man in front of her. Maya could easily connect the dots and see how the two points connected. Alec still had that easy frustrating charm of his, but he still managed to be so closed off under the guise of being an open book with no worries.

[gradol-cuties]

Maya Imamori 今森茉耶 2006年3月26日 T164cm B78-W61.5-H87.5cm Cカップ

[apoemaday]

Dear Life

by Maya C. Popa

I can’t undo all I have done unto myself, what I have let an appetite for love do to me.

I have wanted all the world, its beauties and its injuries; some days, I think that is punishment enough.

Often, I received more than I’d asked,

which is how this works — you fish in open water ready to be wounded on what you reel in.

Throwing it back was a nightmare. Throwing it back and seeing my own face

as it disappeared into the dark water.

Catching my tongue suddenly on metal, spitting the hook into my open palm.

Dear life: I feel that hook today most keenly.

Would you loosen the line — you’ll listen

if   I ask you,

if   you are the sort of  life I think you are.

[tmrrwppl]

“   If you can’t run away from your problems, you’re not running fast enough. ” / @ russell, mAYA NO

"Girl, how the hell do I always end up having to babysit your alien ass when you're being weird... But also you must consider: I don't think anyone should run unless they are being chased. So... This is a fair point." He's not sure how he got roped into this Maya unhinged episode but so far he's willing to deal with it. Can't be any worse then the last times, right?

[feral-ballad]

Maya C. Popa, from Wound is the Origin of Wonder: Poems: “Wound is the origin of wonder”

[Text ID: “I am stuck in an almost life, in an almost time.”]