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maxortecho · 22 days
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seeing you reminisce about s1 echo makes me miss the rnm fandom... almost
you always had the best takes 😩
and i'll always remember your jones thrist posts fondly 😂
This is so sweet!! You’re my first anon in over a year so now I’m nostalgic too 😂
I miss the crazy Echo passion and our little community… definitely need to properly rewatch S1 and finish those “Echo per ep” and “Max per ep” gifsets for S1. Haven’t made gifs in over a year either lol.
Listen, in some universe, Jones/Liz banged and he ate her up good! (Even if it did require a little light kidnapping.)
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maxortecho · 23 days
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Echo and baking together, for winter wonderland bingo card. Prompted by @dr-lizortecho <3
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maxortecho · 1 month
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“I’m better than I have been… in a long time.”
Something about that 1x13 Max line that punches me in the feelings so hard every damn time. Combined with the breathlessness in his delivery, the smile at Liz.
It’s so damn hopeful and relieved. The day is saved and he’s got Liz and they’re in love.
And yet there’s also this element that Liz is totally clueless about right now—how he’s charged up on lightning and murder and power. He feels like he’s on top of the world and can do anything.
And he can do anything. But he’s going to kill himself doing it. God.
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maxortecho · 1 month
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It’s crazy how that ending scene of Liz crying over Max’s dead body in the cave is actually SO FAST. It’s ten seconds of drama.
And yet my memory of that moment is being in that dusty, glowing cave for months and months, depressed as fuck about it. Damn, bingeing this show now must be such a different emotional experience for new Echo fans lol.
Been doing a brief rewatch of highlight scenes but thinking of doing a full S1 rewatch now 🤔
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maxortecho · 1 month
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Liz&Max | dorky soulmates
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maxortecho · 1 month
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Damn since when did tumblr get so bad as an archive.
The browser version doesn’t work anymore (tries to default to mobile version). When I try searching my blog’s tags, it shows me posts out of order AND doesn’t show all the posts I know exist under my tag 😭 That sucks… really interrupts my trip down memory lane lol.
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maxortecho · 1 month
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“You decided to cover it up! We should’ve told the truth.”
1x11 reminding me how fandom took this line as canon confirmation that Michael was 100% against the cover-up & an innocent baby to Max’s manipulation, as if he and Isobel didn’t intervene to send Liz away when Max wanted to tell the truth at 17 and then do it again ten years later.
Michael had just as much agency as Max did in this situation (i.e. tough decisions in an impossible situation), showed capacity to act against Max’s decisions (and DID when it suited him—he acted with Max when he agreed with him, and against Max when he disagreed with him), but then would shift all responsibility and blame like he was a helpless victim to Max’s master plan. He’s an unreliable narrator that fandom took as a beacon of truth lol.
Damn, that scene brought up frustration again 5 years later 😂
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maxortecho · 2 months
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Liz&Max | #pining af. 
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Liz&Max | Orbiting + the drive-in
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maxortecho · 2 months
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Liz using Max’s feelings in 1x02 to manipulate him into agreeing to experiments is so hot.
Max being so revved up by his chaotic powers and having almost kissed Liz that he has to chase sexual relief is so hot.
The God of Wine ending still slaps.
Ugh S1 my beloved.
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maxortecho · 3 months
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inspired by @maxortecho’s echo engagement post that lives rent free in my brain <3
uncensored version can be found on ao3 here
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maxortecho · 1 year
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i think we as a society need to start accepting that fictional love stories need to be a bit toxic for us to go insane over them… like, sometimes you kinda need the two parties to be obsessed with each other and fucked up and willing to bring each other back from the dead instead of moving on and go to therapy i’m sorry😔
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maxortecho · 1 year
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I had this weird dream last night (half rnm / half random hard sci-fi idk what) of a rnm continuation. Anyway it was this weird crystal/mirror verse with a “Jones” villain (except it was Max turned evil, corrupted by crystals somehow?), Liz with all these weapons strapped to her body and being a badass, everyone stuck on like these rocky mountains, Echo heartbreak, Max with this metal weapon that was spitting electricity when it made contact with other weapons/objects, references of canon bi Max, etc, and it seemed like it was going to end badly… but then Liz used the crystals/mirrors to “split” Max from what had corrupted him. And then I got a bunch of cinematic Echo kisses surrounded by glittering crystals and desert landscapes. Then this weird staircase kiss that made use of Jeanine’s physicality. Liz was ecstatic and bursting with joy. Anyway made me happy.
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maxortecho · 2 years
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@rosaortecho telling me she rewatched 4x13
me: like, on purpose?
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maxortecho · 2 years
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Echo + AUTUMN
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maxortecho · 2 years
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WIP Amensty: Untitled Echo Alien Sex
[I’m never going to finish this but I do love what I’ve written so here you go]
“No, no.” 
Max freezes, though she could see how much the effort costs him by the way his muscles tighten. “Are you ok? Did I hurt–”
“No,” she assures him, “no, like this.” She pulls away from him with a groan, her body protesting even the brief loss of contact as she flips onto her stomach. But Max’s hands are already back on her, cupping her hips as she pushes up onto her hands and knees. “Like this,” she says again, and then he’s back in her with a deep thrust that fills her entirely. It’s good, it’s so good. She’s so full and also surrounding him, clenching heat. Max fully inside her–inside her body, inside her mind, inside her heart. 
He starts up a steady pace, and Liz fists the sheets, bracing herself against the power of them. He’s swelling, or she’s tightening, or both, impossible to separate out the sensations flowing from him to her. She closes her eyes and glimpses herself from behind, a smug thrill racing through her as she catches flashes of the way his big hands frame her hips, the way her ass looks as he thrusts in and out of her clenching body. Even without the psychic connection she knows he likes this position. 
She does too. He feels impossibly deep within her, every thrust jolting her body, his fingers biting into her, holding her still and steady. She moans, lost in the sensation. It’s a long moment before Liz remembers she had a goal, and looks down. 
She hadn’t been imagining it. In the shadows created by her body, she can clearly see a translucent glow from within, a muted match for the handprint on her chest, but moving beneath the skin, moving in time with Max’s thrusts. 
“Max.” She says, staring.  “Max. I can see you. Fuck, I can see you inside me.”
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