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legok9 · 18 days

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"Who's that girl" DWM 268 (1998)

So, who would have played the Doctor if she'd been a woman from the first? DWM rounds up the likely ladies …

Hermione Baddeley 1963-66 Renowned for unsympathetic roles in both Brighton Rock and the dour 'kitchen sink'-styled Room at the Top, film veteran Baddeley made an enthralling Doctor - part dragon, part slightly dotty maiden aunt. Eternal juvenile Melvyn Hayes was 'unearthly' grandson Stephen Vivian Pickles 1966-69 Although much younger, and never a lead, the versatile Pickles had been a familiar TV face for 20 years (Harpers West One, etc) before being cast as Baddeley's successor. Her sprightly, elfin Doctor had a penchant for dressing-up, like a St Trinian's tomboy who never left school

Liz Fraser 1970-74 A comic actress familiar from several Carry Ons, Fraser's initial trepidation at taking on an ostensibly serious role soon dissipated. Her bossy, big-sisterly show-off of a Doctor was best paired with dippy companion Joe Grant (later Playgirl pin-up Robin Askwith) Frances de la Tour 1974-81 Gangling, piercing-eyed Shakespearean actress de la Tour played a tweedy, louche, Bohemian Doctor part-based on Virginia Woolf. Caused a minor sensation when she married the young actor who played the second incarnation of Time Lord companion Roman — Peter Davison

Jan Francis 1982-84 Despite rumours that the next Doctor might be played by a man (former New Avenger Gareth Hunt is hotly tipped), the youngest actress yet is cast. Fresh from middlebrow thirties drama The Good Companions, Francis made for a sporty Doctor in Lottie Dod-style tennis whites Lynda Bellingham 1984-86 Known to SF fans for her role as Barbara the Butcher in an episode of Jenna's 7, Bellingham's controversial Doctor was a loud, hectoring grand-dame of the theatre. Unceremoniously 'regenerated' following the Doctor's on- (and off-) screen inquisition in the epic Trial of a Time Lady

Pauline Melville 1987-89 Virtually unknown fringe cabaret and cult comedy artiste is surprise choice for 'back to basics' Seventh Doctor. Fan fears that series will become showcase for childish high-jinks up-ended when Melville stories adopt a sombre, down-beat mood, performed with conviction and gravitas Miranda Richardson 1996 The eldest in a successful line of acting siblings, a favourite of BBC producers since high-profile lead debut in revisionist biographical drama of notorious 20th century 'villain', makes a bid for American network stardom via lavish new big-haired version of Doctor Who. Star Trek actor Alexander Siddig plays love interest Dr Brian

#doctor who #classic doctor who #8th doctor #7th doctor #6th doctor #5th doctor #4th doctor #3rd doctor #2nd doctor #1st doctor #Miranda Richardson #Pauline Melville #Lynda Bellingham #Jan Francis #Frances de la Tour #Liz Fraser #Vivian Pickles #Hermione Baddeley

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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❤︎︎ character list ❤︎︎

key: bolded - characters i enjoy writing for | italics - characters i’ve written for before

❥ 10 things i hate about you

cameron james, kat stratford, bianca stratford, patrick verona, michael eckman, mandella

❥ marvel

natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, steve rogers, carol danvers, stephen strange, sam wilson, gamora, gwen stacy, tony stark, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, may parker, peter parker (tasm & mcu), peter quill, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, thor odinson, yelena belova

❥ pirates of the caribbean

jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann

❥ grishaverse

alina starkov, the darkling / aleksander morozova, malyen oretsev, genya safin, david kostyk, zoya nazyalensky, nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck

❥ the school for good and evil

agatha of woods beyond, sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, hort of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, anadil of bloodbrook, dot of nottingham, rafal

note: sophie x hort x reader is a fav

❥ the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason

❥ harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, daphne greengrass, blaise zabini, tom riddle, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon

❥ miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, enoch o’connor (MOVIE ONLY), olive abroholos elephanta (MOVIE ONLY), millard nullings (BOOK ONLY), hugh apiston (BOOK ONLY), fiona frauenfeld (BOOK ONLY), bronwyn bruntley (BOOK ONLY)

note: i will write for book- or movieverse jacob & emma. please specify which you would like when requesting or i will default to bookverse.

❥ shatter me

juliette ferrars, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, nazeera ibrahim

❥ the folk of the air

jude duarte, cardan greenbriar

❥ percy jackson

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, thalia grace, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, reyna avila ramirez arellano

❥ avatar: the last airbender

katara, sokka, zuko, azula, mai, ty lee

❥ a series of unfortunate events

violet baudelaire, klaus baudelaire, duncan quagmire, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire

❥ newsies

jack kelly, davey jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon

❥ frankenstein

victor frankenstein, the monster, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval

❥ little women

jo march, meg march, beth march, amy march, theodore laurence

❥ star wars

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, luke skywalker, leia organa, han solo, rey, finn, kylo ren, poe dameron

❥ my babysitter’s a vampire

ethan morgan, benny weir, sarah fox, rory keaner, erica jones

❥ yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatorccio, jackie taylor, laura lee, mari, akilah, jeff sadecki

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white-cat-of-doom · 9 months

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Lottie Stephens posted a few pictures of her time as Jemima in the UK/International Tour 2022, along with some other Kitty friends.

With Maiya Hikases as Victoria, Ella Kemp as Rumpleteazer, Milan Cacacie as Tantomile, Ed Wade as Rum Tum Tugger, and Daniel Timoney covering Rum Tum Tugger.

#CATS Musical #CATS the Musical #CATS UK Tour 2022 #CATS International Tour 2022 #Jemima #Lottie Stephens #Victoria #Maiya Hikasa #Tantomile #Milan Cacacie #Rumpleteazer #Ella Kemp #Rum Tum Tugger #Ed Wade #Daniel Timoney

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cryptidvoidwritings · 1 year

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TikTokical Cats

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#see the queue on a sunflower #lizzie nance #bombalurina #kayleigh thadani #tantomile #maiya hikasa #victoria (cats)#sarah marie maxwell #jennyanydots #aimee hodnett #jellylorum #erin giselle chapman #cassandra (cats)#lottie stephens #jemima (cats)#cats international tour 2022 #shenanigans are happening backstage #backstage cats

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junkyard-gifs · 1 year

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Jemima's solo and the climax of 'Memory' in the 2022 International tour

Lottie Stephens as Jemima and probably Jacinta Whyte as Grizabella. Filmed on 19 February 2023 by insta user ricardodrtmelo.

#230219 #cats the musical #videos #2022 international tour #lottie stephens #jemima cats #grizabella #jacinta whyte #c: jemima #c: grizabella #s: memory ii #grizabellaxjemima

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holylottie · 3 months

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aching bones, aching teeth [04]

masterlist [trailer and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — The other girls went to a journey that Lottie didn't want to go (the other girls went to a journey you couldn't follow).

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 04 — the trees singing

When you looked in the mirror, you brought your notebook with yourself, with a red and white pattern fabric cover, and in it you made lists, listing every little thing that was different from the day before. You liked to keep yourself sane, to keep track of where you had changed and how you perceived that change. Most days, things stayed the same, but there were moments, like this one, when you felt that something had changed, but you had no idea what it was.

Something in me wants more. I can't rest. Sylvia Plath, Your first forbidden reading.

You thought about the notes in your notebook, how your hair grew a finger after you started not straightening it, and how when your mother found out, you would cut it off.

You thought about the white dress you were wearing, about how you couldn't even look at your own body without your nightgown on.

You thought about Stephen and how you would hate the life you were leading, you thought about being angry, angry at literature, at thoughts and at Charlotte, because you knew, you knew, that the only reason you wanted so much more was because you knew there was more than what you had.

You wondered if it was worth living a life of ignorance or a life full of incomplete desires.

You thought about Lottie's eyes and came to the conclusion that nothing would be more valuable than having her attention on you.

And then you felt a tear run down your cheek, the drop taking you out of your train of thought and back onto the tracks of the real world.

It wasn't a tear of sadness, but a tear of polish. You had been staring at yourself in the mirror all this time, without blinking.

As for me, I had a lot to say. But I remained silent. Albert Camus, 1932, studied it in the first period, between free classes and before cheerleading practice, where you went just to steal the other girl’s glances. Nothing fulfilling.

You stared at the little desk on your left, a decorated letter on the top of it.

All of your promises were handwritten and sealed with wax in a beautiful colored envelope full of stickers. You liked concrete things —including words.

You wiped your eyes and left the room, straightening your clothes and walking to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

1996

— I still have a bad feeling about this place.

— I can sleep outside with you if you want us to.

Lottie smiled at you, shaking her head.

— We all need to stay together, or else, everything will start to fall and freeze.

You couldn’t really grasp what she was truly saying, but you were used to it by now: always looking for more of Lottie to understand. You two were laying down on the floor of the cabin, sharing a mattress while watching everyone else sleep. Things had turned a little sour ever since the night where Lottie screamed in the attic. You still were mad at Laura for hitting on her with your own bible. What kind of forgiveness could a bloody thing give?

You shake your head, looking at your dirty nails with a sigh, you really wanted to have some nail polish right now. A lot of the girls thought you were a bit stupid for wanting to keep getting yourself dolled up while in the middle of the woods, but you had an urgent need of being pretty all the time. Perhaps it was simply a like to dress up.

Or, perhaps, it was the thought of always having a man over your shoulder, telling how you needed to look or be, what to say and think. Who to kiss.

Lottie held your hand extra tight when she was having nightmares. You felt jealousy of Lottie’s body. Not in a way “She’s much prettier than me”, but in a way of “her cells can reach places my hand can’t”.

Her hand went to your knee, caressing it slightly.

— I don’t like when you do this, — she said, fingertips passing so very gently and carefully on your wounds — you don’t have to ask forgiveness for anything.

You wished she was right, but Lottie didn’t even know what you did, how could she grant you forgiveness?

Charlotte smiled in between the silence, sitting on the floor next to her best friend, her mind creating narratives, possible paragraphs for the letter she was writing to you.

"I'm sitting here with you, at the kitchen table. I'm holding a knife, but my grip isn't the same as your mother's. I'm holding it to cut an orange. I hold it to cut an orange. I give you the juiciest part."

She had gotten stuck on that part. How were you able to write so many promises so subtly and quickly? You made it seem as if pledging your soul to someone else was something trivial.

— Do you think my mother takes pleasure in hurting my heart?

You turned your face towards your best friend, tilting your head to one side as you always did when you expected an answer. Charlotte had it, she always did.

— I don't know, maybe she wants to soften the meat before she eats it, only in this case the hammer is words and there's only one person at supper... who keeps banging on the already cooked meal.

— So my mother wants to eat my heart?

— No, but she certainly wants it for herself. Maybe she'll freeze it, keep it in a box and only give it back to you after your wedding... of course, under the guardianship of your future husband, not yours.

Charlotte's words made you snort, your lips quivering slightly at the mere thought of marriage —you shivered at the thought that you might, at some point, have to make promises to a man. You would never write letters to a boy and, if you had to, you would burn them as soon as your mother saw it, make a little house out of the leftover dust (and live with Charlotte there forever).

— quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris.

You murmured quietly to herself. Charlotte looked at you curiously, her eyebrows raised in doubt, not understanding what you were saying.

— I'd burn with you.

— Do you miss too much of your family, Misty?

Your sudden question took her out of her bubble of thoughts. She stared at you for a couple of seconds in an awkward silence before speaking.

— I don't know, I don't remember much of our time together... In fact, I remember almost nothing. — Misty complained, frowning. It was a lie, she remembered, she just didn’t want to.

— I wish I could forget. — you said, getting closer to her with a smile on your face. Big gentle eyes looking at Quigley as your hand goes to her shoulder — I think we should make lots of memories together, then. That way, I can keep them for you.

The phrase made Misty's body warm up, a happy smile on her face as she nodded.

You two giggled together, pressing the berries you’ve found to make the medicine Misty had the recipe for.

Misty looked at her palm, and then at you, offering a piece of her meat. You shook your head, denying it.

— No, thank you, I cannot eat today.

She frowned, asking: — some kind of religious fast?

— No, no, not really, — you shake your head, giggling — I’m testing some plants I've found… to see if it is poisonous or not.

— So to test it you fucking ate it? — her mouth was wide open — are you crazy?

— It’s the only way to see if the other can eat it… — you say it isn’t such a big deal — I don’t eat everything I find! I have a process, okay?

Misty is still wary about your ideas, but she listens closely. Maybe wondering how you two never found each other before, you were so alike, so eager to be needed.

— First I inspect it, I don't eat the ones with little bites on it or the dead ones, then I smell it, if they have certain odors you shouldn’t eat them, like peaches… I rub a piece of it on my belly and wait a long time… If it doesn't get red, I start a whole other routine to see it is edible.

— Sounds like a lot of work… a deadly one.

— Well, we all got to help in some way, right? — you didn’t mention how the first ones gave you a horrible headache and stomach pain. Perhaps this was your cross: the suffering of Jesus was integral to his obedience and faithfulness to God.

— Have you had any luck yet?

— I did actually, and it tastes almost nice.

— almost nice sounds horrible — Misty answered, laughing, making you laugh too.

— Hey! Don’t be mean to my sweet little leaf — You retorted, putting the most strength you could get onto the berries, you needed to have all the liquid pass through the fabric — Such a pretty color for lipstick.

— Only if you want poisonous lips.

Misty comment made you think about the idea of having poison on your lips.

You would kiss every man on earth.

Natalie and you were looking at Lottie eagerly, staring at the young lady, Nat with the gun and you with the can in your hands —like Cain and Abel unknowingly setting their fates onto their offerings, looking at God (only one receiving the eyes back).

Lottie didn’t say anything, only putting back the bullets on the gun and taking the can out of your hands, closing it to give to Taissa and the other girls. She and Nat left quickly.

Van got closer and looked at you, with those orbs who could unravel all your secrets.

— You like her, don’t you?

You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

— Who doesn’t?

Van decided not to put so much into the conversation, she knew it would come to you at the right time.

— You truly won’t go with us?

You wanted to go, truly wanted to, but found yourself unable to go somewhere Lottie wouldn’t be able to follow.

— No, I won’t… got to keep everyone on track around here since you won't be able to do it.

— Ah, of course I would — she giggles, hugging you before starting to leave.

You stare at their departure, a pang on your chest: you did not want to have the group split.

Your mind goes to a few days ago, when Lottie had been redeemed, Laura and you at the lake, with Lee holding Lottie. You wanted to be present, but not to be a part of it —too afraid your dirty would pollute the holy lake.

It was a place of holiness, ever since the beginning meaning that things would get better, a symbol of hope. Whenever Lottie felt lost, she could find assurance and answers on the water —which, coincidentally, was your favorite place to be. You loved the idea of it all being washed away, cleaned.

However, watching them leave, knowing about the red lake… you wondered if even Moses would be able to bend such obstacles.

You knew nothing would remain the same.

— I'd be afraid to sleep near a window that big… — you said, staring at the huge window on the right side of the cabin, a heavy but very damaged curtain folded at the side.

— It's a better view than your scary porcelain dolls… —Lottie answered, throwing your sheep plush in your direction.

— Please don't talk badly about my daughters, it's a delicate subject! — you laughed, putting the plush on your lap, making Laura laugh too — oh...

With the sudden change of subject, Charlotte followed your vision, sitting down on the floor next to Lee and you, looking out of the window at the view outside.

— They're making a nest in such a horrible tree! It moves too much...

Lottie frowned, taking a step forward, as if the proximity would make her better able to understand the animal mentality.

— Is it bad to find familiarity without stability, tiq?

She asked, but her eyes remained outside, studying the way the wind made the leaves move, the branches wobbly and about to break, the roots thick and strong.

You listened, but your eyes remained on your best friend in silence, studying the way her bangs fell over her forehead, how her cheekbones shone in the orange light of the room.

You two both smiled into your fields of vision as if you two were seeing all the wonders of the world at once, an epiphany of beauty so close to the touch of your hands.

No man can bathe twice in the same river.

2021

You were not able to sleep, to eat or think about anything else but the blank canvas on your room. Twelve hours ago you had entered your office and weren't able to leave since, having the urgent need to make the perfect painting —there were already four finished on the corner of the room, but they weren't good enough.

Nothing was good enough.

Your stomach was hurt and you could feel your underwear wet from how much you've been sitting down without going to the bathroom or even moving, your body ached for a stretch.

You hear a loud noise, an animal scream, so you turn around, it gets you out of your obsessive haze and puts you into another one: one that searches for directions.

Your feet take you to the forest, the one only a few feet away from your residence, like your own personal (haunted) garden.

You smile as your bare feet touch the hard floor, stepping on rocks and sticks, you giggle with yourself, your arms moving freely, your hands dancing around your body.

You dance in the woods.

You sleep on the dirt —you feel safe at home.

#yellowjackets #itmighthavebeenlibrary #aching bones aching teeth #reader insert #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #autistic lottie matthews #lottie matthews x you #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews

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nothoughts-onlywomen · 1 year

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lumax parenthood/babies headcanons (because i miss them)

four kids. first baby is planned. second baby is planned but then it ends up being fraternal twins. the last baby is a total surprise.

first child: christine. (“after the car?” “yes, after the murderous car. no, idiot. I just like the name.”) ironically she's born in the car (she comes a bit too fast and furious for them to get to the hospital in time) but max wants the name because she heard it in the stephen king book and liked it. caramel skin. dark curly hair. feisty, stubborn, rambunctious, a real spitfire. lucas jokes that she gets it from her mother, and this usually earns him a swat on the head from his wife. but christine can be sweet when she wants to be. she’s a total daddy’s girl. she likes to hand paint, and covers her room walls with loud, happy paintings full of vivid splotches. eventually she tries to skateboard, but is very impatient with her initial lack of skill, and max decides to hold off until christine is a little older. little does she know that christine's skill on a skateboard almost comes to rival hers.

second and third children: miles and louis. born at home with a midwife on a blustery fall evening. lucas gains a whole new respect for his wife as he watches her birth two babies like a goddamn warrior. miles is first, squalling and indignant. same caramel skin and dark hair, though it looks more straight like his dad's. he’s scrappy like his older sister, but fiercely loving. he and christine bicker so much that max starts imposing time limits on how long an argument is allowed to last before consequences start happening. miles loves being outside, climbing trees and getting muddy and tracking dirt all over the kitchen floor from his escapades. he wants to skateboard too, but his parents want to wait until the latest of his bumps and bruises and scrapes have healed before letting him try. since he is constantly getting new ones from climbing trees and playing games with the neighborhood kids, max and lucas have decided to shelve the subject for now. louis is born four minutes after his brother, quieter and less imposing. his skin is a bit lighter than the caramel of his brother and sister, and his hair is red. he has max's more well-hidden traits: reserved and intelligent. he's kind, too. louis loves the outdoors, like miles, but he's much more content to take his magnifying glass outside and watch the bugs crawl in the yard. he has amassed a small collection of rocks and pinecones. he and lucas have pooled their collections together. it's a fun little thing they share.

fourth (and LAST, max tells lucas pointedly) child: charlotte, though they call her lottie. born quietly and easily in the tub on a rainy spring afternoon. her skin is lighter like louis', but her hair is dark like her father's. she's sweet, shy, and affectionate. max doesn't know where she came from. unlike her sister, she's more attached to max, and max can often be seen walking around their house with lottie on her hip, lottie's chubby hand clenching a handful of her mother's long red hair. she likes clouds and watches them while her brothers play outside and her sister attempts yet again to skateboard. eventually, max tries to gauge lottie's interest in skateboarding, but she is not as gung-ho about it as her sister. max and lucas constantly wonder aloud to each other what lottie's interests will be as she gets older.

max is incredibly calm during childbirth. so measured, so focused. so much so that lucas is like "god my WIFE. LOOK AT HER." in fact he is very much lucas "that's my wife" sinclair in all situations

max is the disciplinarian more often than she would like because lucas is such a sweet daddy that it's hard for him to break out of that. she and lucas are trying harder to share the wealth on enacting discipline.

max as a mom is the gentlest lucas has ever seen her. max is determined to give her kids the love and support she never got growing up. when the kids are all still little, max will sit in her rocking chair that she sat in when christine was a baby and read them stories. and they all sit on her lap and around her, nearly swallowing her whole with the group of them.

max sometimes wonders aloud to lucas when she can read them a stephen king story ("babe, we can't read them stephen king yet." "i can read some of the non-scary stories!").

max is the breadwinner and lucas is the stay-at-home dad. but max doesn't let her job keep her from spending enough time with the kiddos. she makes every moment for them that she can.

lucas LOVES being a daddy. he's HAPPY to be the stay-at-home parent and cook and play games and read bedtime stories and generally be the most loving and doting dad these kids could ask for.

four kids later and lucas and max still go on dates, and dance, and kiss, and softly giggle like they did when they were teenagers. max always wonders aloud how lucas does that, how he makes her feel so calm, so safe, while lucas brushes her hair away from her face and kisses his favorite spot, right between her eyebrows, murmuring that she deserves to feel loved and safe, and that she can always be sure she is safe with him. max is still not always sure how to respond to that, but she's learning to accept it rather than refute it.

and how could i forget some of the other members of the party (not all because i don't know who's going to survive s5). uncle dustin and aunt suzie's house is the most fun, because uncle dustin is always showing the boys some new thing he's invented or some new piece of technology he's been using. aunt erica's house is christine's favorite place, because aunt erica takes no shit, and christine likes that about her. aunt robin dotes on the kids, particularly lottie, and often treats max and lucas' youngest to long-winded, mostly one-sided conversations of how her wife vickie is so beautiful and how their dogs keep tearing up their socks and why they feel the need to do that, it doesn't make sense, while lottie watches her talk with rapt attention and slight overwhelm.

the sinclairs always take walks as a family. christine and the boys bicker about who gets to hold lottie's hand as she takes wobbly little toddler steps. max and lucas always hold hands during their walks. always. even if it's been a rough day. the only exception is when one or two of the kids wants to ride piggyback. louis likes max to carry him on her shoulders. christine piggybacks on lucas as he cradles lottie in the crook of his arm. miles is not as readily affectionate, but he makes sure to keep a tight hold of max's jacket.

they have movie nights, where the kids rotate choosing the movie. this movie night it's louis' choice and he wants the lion king ("again?" pouts christine, and lucas interjects "you got to choose when it was your day, now it's HIS day"). christine and the boys bicker on the blanket-covered floor and lottie cuddles against her mother on the couch. when lucas emerges from the kitchen and doles out all the snacks, both he and his wife exchange a look as they know christine and miles will eat too fast and get stomachaches, louis will fall asleep during the movie, and lottie will be too busy chewing her teething ring to pay it much mind. max leans into her husband as he sits down next to her, lottie still enveloped in her arms. and he puts his arm easily around her as she drinks in the feeling of home.

#warning: FLUFFY #lumax #lumax headcanon #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #lucas x max #max x lucas #robin buckley #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #mucas

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