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giggling and kicking my legs and doing laps around my house I'm so happy :D thanks so much to everyone who's so lovely and supportive in my askbox and under reblogs of my art. 🩷🩷 It actually means the entire world to me. Just know that if you've ever left a nice comment or even pointed something out about my art or sent me something in my inbox it has made my day every single time. Losing my mind !!!
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Thomas x Max just hanging out and doing literally anything, just being bros.
I love these two! This is a modern au where Thomas is a professor and Max is his favourite student. Dedicated to my favourite lecturer, Ulrike, because she keeps trying to persuade me to do an MRes researching queer German history. (I mean. I’d love to. But I need to actually. Get a job.)
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“So, how are you doing?” asked Thomas, setting his teacupback down on its saucer. “How’s job hunting going?”
Max rolled her eyes. “Don’t ask. Honestly, you’d think abusiness degree would be a safe bet to land you a job, but no one seems to wantto hire me.” She sighed.
“Well, it’s only be a few months. And you could still do aMasters, you know. I’d be very happy to be your supervisor, or give youreferences if you want to go elsewhere.”
Max snorted. She took a gulp of coffee, looking at Thomasover the rim of her mug. “And where is a Masters in Queer Theory going to getme, Professor.”
Thomas looked slightly hurt, but then he shrugged, smilingruefully. “Good point.”
He and Max had met when she had chosen his module on QueerLiterature and Protest as an elective. As a business student, Thomas had beenconcerned about having a business student on his favourite module, who mightnot take it as seriously as her other subjects, especially as Max had been inher first year at the time, and it was normally a second-year module. Thomashad requested an interview, and Max had wasted no time in lecturing him on hisprejudice in assuming she wouldn’t take it seriously just because she was afirst-year, and that just because she was a business student, it didn’t meanshe couldn’t care about queer rights and literature, and, actually, this was the module she was most looking forward to thisyear, and how dare he challenge her right to be here when all the universityand various college rules allowed it.
Thomas had been utterly charmed by her, apologisedprofusely, and accepted her into the module on the spot, much to Max’s surpriseit seemed. They had had a relationship that was part academic, part genuinefriendship ever since, Max dragging him along to several LGBTQ+ events andprotests even though he claimed that he was too old, Thomas lending her booksabout queer culture, literature and history he thought she might beparticularly interested in and trying to persuade her to split her degree anddo Business and Literature. This was a discussion that they had had many timesbefore, in various guises.
“You could be an academic,” said Thomas. “You really have agift for it, Max, it would be a shame to waste it.”
Max shook her head, smiling. “My parents won’t hear of it.They think it’s pointless.” Thomas opened his mouth to argue, but Max brushedhim off. “I don’t agree with them, but I have to keep them happy, at leastuntil I can do without their support. Which is why,” said Max, smilinggood-naturedly at her professor, “I need a job.”
“I know,” said Thomas. “Are they alright about it now, yourparents?”
“‘It’ meaning me being a lesbian?” she asked teasingly. Thenshe sighed. “Mostly. They’re very ‘don’t shove it in our faces’ about it, whichis fine with me. I don’t want any of my future girlfriends to have to deal withthem, anyway.”
Thomas grinned, remembering the one and only time James hadmet his father – it had ended with James throwing Alfred Hamilton out of hisown house. Physically.
“You never know,” said Thomas. “It might do you good.”
Max, who had heard the story, sniggered. “Yes, only if myfuture girlfriend is ripped as fuck.”
Thomas snorted. “Well, you never know. Any news on thatfront, by the way?” he asked casually, trying not to sound nosy.
“God, it’s like having a second dad,” said Max, rolling hereyes again. “Have you got a job, how are your family, have you got a girlfriendyet?” Thomas managed to look not at all embarrassed. “How’s your husband?” shesaid, changing the subject.
Thomas’s features softened visibly. “He’s well,” he said. “Hesent his best wishes. Said you should come for dinner sometime.”
“He only said that because he hates spending even a singlemoment away from you if he can help it.”
Thomas was practically misty eyed now. Max thought it was nauseating.She hoped she would be as in love one day. “Well, maybe that’s part of thereason,” he conceded. “But we’d both love to have you over again. You know howmuch he loves to show off his cooking skills. And you can play Mario Kart withme! James refuses.” Thomas pouted.
“Any particular reason why?” asked Max innocently, privatelythinking that she would smash him at Mario Kart, but it would be a snowball’sday in hell before she took him up on the offer.
“I may get a little…competitive,” admitted Thomas,sheepishly. “But that’s half the fun!” he protested.
“Mm, yes, I remember how funMonopoly was when I was staying at yours,” said Max acidly, but the softness inher eyes said she didn’t really mean it.
When she had first decided to come out to her parents, atthe end of second year, Thomas had offered her a place to stay in case it didn’tgo well. Max had thanked him, but bravely said she was sure it would bealright. Thomas hadn’t been fooled, and had insisted on giving her his address,just in case. Two weeks later she had found herself on Thomas’s doorstep, inthe pouring rain, with a suitcase. Thomas had ushered her inside and made her acup of tea, and she had spent the next few days reading and talking aboutliterature with Thomas, eating James’s delicious food, and listening to himrant about homophobic parents, and have him offer to go over and kill, or atleast threaten them no less than three times. Oh, and Monopoly. That aside, bythe time Max’s parents called her, five days later, begging her to come backhome, she was feeling much better.
“Sorry about Monopoly,” said Thomas, looking embarrassed. “Ipromise I won’t be that bad with Mario Kart.”
Max narrowed her eyes at him sceptically.
“Well, alright, maybe I will, but at least it won’t be overan extended period!” said Thomas, winningly. Max shook her head fondly. “Morecoffee?” he asked, gesturing at her empty mug.
She shook her head. “Enjoyable as this was, I have to go. I’mmeeting Eleanor at 12 so we can give each other back our stuff.” She tried tosay it as if it was no big deal, but her eyes were downcast. Thomas placed hishand on top of hers, sympathetically.
“Are you alright about that now?” he asked, concerned.
Max shrugged and forced a grin. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’mmostly just pissed off that it’s taken so long to get her to agree to a date tomeet. Almost a fucking year! She keptputting me off, telling me she was busy.”
“Well, James is working her very hard,” said Thomasreasonably, then exchanged an ironic grin with Max.
She stood up. Thomas followed suit.
“Good luck with everything, then, Max,” Thomas said. “If youwant me to-”
“If you’re about to say you could come with me to meetEleanor, I’d advise against it. Unless you want me to camp out at your houseand sit outside your bedroom door every night, singing sea shanties.”
Thomas laughed, looking chagrined. “You’re right, I’m sorry.You can handle it.”
“Yes I can,” said Max self-assuredly, and stepped around thetable to hug him.
Thomas squeezed back. “Keep in touch. You know you’rewelcome any time, right?” he said anxiously.
Max drew back so he could see her eye roll. “Yes, Thomas, Iknow,” she said, kissing him on the cheek for good measure. “Invite me fordinner,” she said as she exited the café.
“We will,” said Thomas, smiling warmly at the retreatingback of his favourite student.
omg im so bad at doing tagged things cause i forget but im going to do this
list 15 things that make you happy and tag 15 people
tagged by merrysnowlusus
1. being with my cousins (and their cat, their mom is also super nice to me omg....but shes a lil scary so...)
2. cats (esp petting cats.....)
3. my ninja clan/meme team/whatever its called these days and other friends
4. my grades for this semester except PHYSICS FUCK PHYSICS
5. i got to drive today for the first time after like 6+ months and i didnt fuck up real bad even though i was super worried and i had fun !!
6. space stuff
7. praying on time
8. drawing and art stuff //now that its not required/expected of me 24/7 (fuck physics but fuck architecture the MOST)
9. wolves and dogs and all those kinda animals
10. quinx family headcanons.....and happy tg stuff in general
11. when people scratch my head
12. anime in general
13. little kids who are polite/have good behavior...its so cute...
14. my moms cooking ;_;
15. socks with cool patterns on them
im tagging... greyfox451 k-pika prncelune ishidasui anteikucafe mutsukih moonmountain-shuu cautionghoulinside salujah hisokafreak and sventhecrusader (omg it feels like a lot but this is a good meme thing i want to know...)
hi, did you ever finish that "another life" mini-series that you started?
That was started in 2012 when I was still a huge greenhorn when it came to “starting a series / thing and finishing it” so unfortunately I never got around to writing the other parts for that even though I really liked the premise for it ughhh why >.>
Right right right okay well. I'm going to try and be productive today even though I'll probably be in the living room forEvEr, but there's no sense falling into a self piteous mud hole. Resolutions, hell yeah
