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                                         send the thing for kisses || status:  accepting

       isadora smackle was far from foolish.  she calculated her actions precisely,  considered each and every present variable.  she even accounted for sudden factors that may appear, hoping to avoid any mistakes.  she was not stupid.  everything she did was done carefully, opposite of the words that tumbled from the tip of her tongue often.  there was always some sort of logic behind her every move. it was how she functioned among a normal society, pretending that she belonged to the world of little complication when she was a walking complexity.

       she was no fool, but isadora was human.  she grew comfortable in her own skin, held insecurity hidden in her thoughts; she was a flawed human being in a world doused in the desire for perfection. one of the worst things to admit when you were a genius was that you made errors.  her calculations should prevent it, but even she couldn’t dwindle the margin of error.  as she’s been told, life intended to be full of lessons that would make people grow, shaping them into a newer, better version of who they had been before.  but one thing she couldn’t wrap around her brain was the unnecessary events. not every single situation would push individuals into shedding their previous skin, developing a new layer to their demeanor.

       because what no one spoke about was the instinctive nature that should have been shed after years of biological evolution.  she herself hadn’t contemplated the natural desire to obtain what was wanted.  perhaps that had been where her ignorance lay dormant, hiding beneath the subjects she had once thought wouldn’t pertain to the way she lived her life.  

        desire was a tricky concept in itself.  she assumed it was more related to a psychological matter rather than anything else, but she still didn’t understand it completely.  it brought the greedy aspect to any good person walking the earth.  and she had fallen prey to the desire in her that had been growing larger and larger since she had met the attractive texan.

         isadora tried to ignore the scent of pine invading her nostrils, but it was a futile attempt.  there was no ridding her senses of the fragrance; it stuck to her memory and gnawed at her conscious mind.  it was driving her c r a z y.  there was something about it that appealed to her, sparking a longing to be able to get closer to the source.  it made her heart soar in her chest, pounding frantically at the cage of her ribs.  she struggled to keep herself poised, her muscles tensing as she sat up even straighter than before.  her hands fell in her lap, squeezing each other as she swallowed a growing lump in her throat.

         she briefly registers the smooth drawl of the boy, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to keep her wits.  it should be impossible for someone to be so attractive; to make her become putty at the sound of their voice, the smell of their skin.  isadora should not be having such a hard time leaving behind the lingering fantasy of grabbing the boy’s face and planting her lips against his.  she should not wonder what they would feel against her own and yet she does.  

        her palms slam down on the table in front of her, startling her out of her poor attempt in self control.  her eyelids flutter open and she looks lucas in the face, her teeth clenching.  she tries to stop herself, really, but it doesn’t work.  one moment she is seated pleasantly on the cushion, the next her hands are on the boy’s cheeks, thumbs brushing along the bones as she gazes into his stare.  she doesn’t know what she’s doing next, but her body decides for her - an instinctive response to the want in her.  it was no longer a want, but a need:  she had to solve the mystery that was her attraction to this boy.  

         her lips are on his in a matter of seconds, wet from when she had licked them subconsciously before providing the action.  just as she suspected,  his lips are soft against her own, although they are also slightly chapped.  her heart swells in her chest, growing more erratic the longer she keeps her mouth pressed on his,  but she keeps the position for nearly 30 seconds.  when she shifts back, her beating heart makes her breathless and a small sigh escapes the lips that were occupied just a moment before.  she doesn’t remove her hands from his face,  doesn’t speak or try to justify what she has done.  

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character in general:  if there’s something that people should know about me,  i absolutely love lucas friar.  where some of the things he’s done has been questionable,  i cannot help but love him, alright?  he’s a sweetie pie with a heart of gold and adorable country roots.  literally,  the country roots are what gets me every damn time.  i gotta thing for those folk for some reason,  and lucas is just lksjflksdkf  perfect.how they play them:  i liiiiiiiike it.  it’s pretty much how i expect lucas to function mentally??   basically,  we see a lot of lucas on the show and hear some of how he works internally, but for the most part, he’s not really explored as often as he should be, especially given how important his role is in the show.  ANYHOW,  the canon thing is down while also exploring it as their own.  the mun: CODI,  as i just learned via skype, is a sWEETHEART!!!  one of my bffs thanks for showing up to this blog because now you’re stuck with me good luck on this long journey ahead.

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follow them:  d u h rp with them:  of coursewant to rp with them:  always plz and thankship their character with mine:  um actually one of my biggest ships is lucadora like i cannot even lie i just really like their dynamic and interactions it’s ??  really great

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overall opinion:  if ur not following honestly you should be,,  i’ll be silently appalled if ur not tbh

Symbol Kisses || Accepting  @rangcrrick

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

Riley was sitting with Lucas in the bay window as they had one of their special talks. They had been talking all night again and while Riley was a little sleepy she didn’t want this night to end. Weekends were her favorite part of the week because she spent most of her time with Lucas now. She leaned forward and pressed a soft and lingering kiss to his lips. She was attempting to convey her emotion through the kiss. As she pulled way, she smiled at him, her heart fluttering as she met those eyes that caused her to melt inside. A small giggle emerged from her. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Baby on board || Accepting @meetthewcrld