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[writingmccord]

elizabeth x expressions

[princesssarcastia]

oddly enough, the thing that crystalized my feelings on The West Wing and Jed Bartlet is finally watching the last season of Madam Secretary this month, where Elizabeth McCord gets to be president for ten episodes.

She's besieged on all sides, dealing with some truly galling and, surprisingly, named-for-what-it-is sexism from Congress that snowballs into impeachment hearings. Back to the wall, allies disappearing, hope a thing of the past—and what does she do?

She looks around, sees where she is and the power she still holds, and makes a wish list. A shoot-for-the-moon, if-you-could-have-anything-you-wanted-what-would-it-be list...and gets to work on it. In the middle of a series of blockbuster televised congressional hearings about her and her family, Elizabeth McCord decides she's still the fucking president and she'd damn well better act like it. Her game plan is to refuse to give the political bullshit any oxygen in her administration, and to go on doing things that need doing. Like land disputes in the south china sea. and gun control. and carbon reduction. and expanding access to health care.

RUSSEL: Do you really want to take on one of the most intractable problems in the world while your head is on the chopping block? ELIZABETH: Yep.

Jed Bartlet could never.

[mindthewitch]

More people should be into Madam Secretary! I wanna see more fanart and meta and ships and everything!

[brendalwood]

Cannot believe that tonight marks ten years since#MadamSecretary premiered. What a wonderful time it has been. I loved the show. I made so many new friends because of the show. I started an annual fundraiser for #UNICEF. I participated in many other fundraisers. Can we discuss the amazing fan fiction that has been written in the past ten years. I will admit to rewatching that show all through the COVID pandemic and I bought the DVD’s so I can continue to enjoy this series for the rest of my life. Thank you to #BarbaraHall #MorganFreeman #LoriMcCreary the entire cast and crew and to the incredibly talented #TéaLeoni for making #ElizabethMcCord the most relatable, layered, rich character I have ever seen.

[teamhenryelizabeth]

My favorites!! 😍😍❤️❤️

[rogerhealey]

@usergif​ 1 year celebration: shuffle challenge | blending + texture + OTP ↳  Bess & Henry McCord (Madam Secretary)

[nonadhesiveness]

1x12 Standoff

[lilyflowerhere]

The I adore my wife trope will always be famous

[i-lovefandom]

Elizabeth McCord

[writingmccord]

touches

[byactualaccounts]

Do you ever just 🥰🥰

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Elizabeth McCord Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

Late Night Office Shenanigans ~Elizabeth x Nadine*

Long Night Reunions ~Elizabeth x Nadine x Henry*

Long Time Coming ~Elizabeth x Nadine*

Coming Home to You ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[diana-prince-ww]

What immediately popped into my head after the 3x017 cold open 💀

Elizabeth: So... who broke it? [Nobody says a word] I'm not mad. I just want to know. Nadine: I did. I broke- Elizabeth: No, no you didn't. Matt? Matt: Don't look at me. Look at Jay. Jay: What? I didn't break it. Matt: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Jay: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Matt: [leans in on him] Suspicious.

Blake: If it matters - probably not - but Daisy was the last one to use it. Daisy: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Blake: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Daisy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Blake!

Nadine: Ok, ok! Let’s not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: No! Who broke it??! Jay: Elizabeth... Russell's been awfully quiet. Russell: REALLY?? Jay: Yeah! Really. Russell: Oh, my God! [everyone starts arguing at one another except Elizabeth]

Elizabeth: [to the crew inside her office] I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[wearyrains]

[annemadebooks]

Nose Bump...

Sorry, very late to the party. I've only just discovered Madam Secretary. But it has given me an excuse to practice a new drawing technique. Enjoy!

[kanerallels]

37!

37. Bess is Tim's sister. Ehehehehehe this one is so so specific. Okay so I had a dream that Elizabeth McCord (main character of Madam Secretary) was Tim Bradford's (one half of Chenford, from The Rookie) sister. And it just kinda stuck in my head. Namely, the following two concepts:

Tim, being the private, fame loathing guy he is, making his sister, the actual hecking Secretary of State, promise to never come to LA unless there was an Actual Emergency. Since Tim nearly dies at least once per season, this results in a lot of phone calls where Elizabeth goes "THAT'S IT I'M COMING TO LA" and Henry (her husband) and Tim have to calm her down a little

Elizabeth's dislike of Tim's girlfriend, Ashley

Anyways I had a ficlet living in my head, so here you go!

“What are you doing?”

“I’m keeping you company,” Lucy said as she settled into the chair next to his hospital bed, and Tim’s eyebrows went up.

He hadn’t exactly expected that when she blew into his hospital room, demanding why no one had told her about his surgery. Asking where Ashley was— which he hadn’t been able to answer, not truthfully. Even with knowing that the relationship was over, it still hurt to see her walk away.

But this was Lucy. He’d long since learned not to be surprised at how often she did the unexpectedly kind thing.

“You don’t have to do that,” he told her, giving her a smile that hopefully said, “thank you but you have had an equally long day and this is your chance to leave”.

She gave no signs of understanding that. Instead, she met his eyes and said, “I know.”

Of course she did. Tim couldn’t help the flash of gratitude that was really more than gratitude going through him, any more than he could help the way his eyes stayed on hers for a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

But instead of dwelling on that, he listened to Lucy talk, about her day and how she’d wrangled Smitty and the other cops into helping her, and about nothing in particular, and he let himself rest.

This lasted approximately 47 minutes.

Tim was in the middle of scoffing at Lucy, who was busy insisting that he was completely wrong about the best cop movie ever— which he wasn’t. It was hardly his fault that she had bad taste— when they heard voices outside of their room. And one of them sounded… familiar. Oh, no, Tim thought. Please, tell me she didn’t.

“Who is—” Lucy began, and then stopped short as someone pushed open the door to Tim’s hospital room.

And by someone, he meant Elizabeth McCord, Secretary of the United States of America.

Also known as his older sister. Whom he had expressly forbidden to come to LA under any circumstances.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, shooting her a scowl.

“Wow,” Elizabeth said, lifting her eyebrows at him in the older sister scolding expression she was so fond of. It also worked very well, which was annoying. “That’s the thanks I get for flying five hours to see my brother?”

“It is when I specifically told you not to,” Tim said. “Life threatening circumstances only, remember?”

“I do,” she told him, moving in and closing the door behind her. “Do you remember that you told someone to call me right before you went into surgery?”

Frowning, Tim said, “I didn’t do that.” Did I? His memory of the past few hours was fuzzy at best, and he couldn’t be totally sure that he hadn’t asked Ashley to call his sister. “Okay, maybe I did,” he admitted. “But crisis averted, I’m fine. You can leave now.”

“What— Tim!” Lucy protested, giving him an “are you out of your mind” look. “Your sister just flew five hours nonstop to see you, and you’re just gonna chase her out of here?”

Tim glared at her as Elizabeth gave her a smile. “Thank you,” she said, in her warm way. “You’re Lucy, right? Stevie told me about you after her trip, she said you were very welcoming.”

“Yes, that’s me,” Lucy said, and Tim could see her expression lighting up the way people always did around his sister. Elizabeth had inherited all the real people skills in their family, leaving Will and him blunt and uncompromising. Tim didn’t really mind. It was almost fun to see the way she could charm anyone.

Of course, it was easy if that person was already one of her number one fans. “I’ve got to say,” Lucy added, “I’m a huge fan of you, and your work. You’re just an inspiration, the way you’re fighting for change and to help people, it’s amazing, and it’s an honor to meet you.”

“Oh— thank you, that is encouraging to hear,” Elizabeth told her. “It’s an honor to meet you, too. Anyone Tim has mentioned more than once is officially celebrity status to our family.”

It wasn’t often Lucy looked anything like giddy, but this was definitely growing close to that. “I— wow, thank you,” she said, grinning. “Um— I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Let me give you two some privacy. I was just meaning to go get some coffee. Do either of you want some?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” Elizabeth assured her. “And if you see a couple massive guys in suits waiting outside of the room, assure them I’m not dead.”

“Right,” Lucy said. “Will do. Back in a bit.”

Shooting Tim a grin, she headed out of the room. As the door closed behind her, Tim said, “Congratulations, she’s not going to talk about anything but this for the rest of the week.”

“She’s very sweet,” Elizabeth said. “And from what Stevie says, she can handle you and your nonsense.” Dropping into the chair, she arched an eyebrow at him. “So. No Lifeguard Barbie?”

“Her name is Ashley, as you well know,” Tim said, scowling at her. “And no, we— I sent her home.”

He must have used up all his convincing expressions on Lucy, because Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him. “You realize I was in the CIA, right? And I’m currently raising a teenage boy? I can see lying a mile away.”

There wasn’t much he could say to argue with that. Letting out a short sigh, Tim said, “Ashley and I… we broke up.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “I see,” she said slowly. “What made you decide to end things?”

“She broke up with me,” Tim said, and Elizabeth’s jaw dropped.

“What— you’re kidding me! What made her think she had the right, exactly?”

“Seriously?” Tim wasn’t sure if he should laugh or roll his eyes. “You do realize she’s perfectly within her rights to do that. Also, you never liked her, so why do you care?”

“She dumped my brother,” Elizabeth grumbled. “It’s the principle of the thing.” She was silent for a moment, then said, “I may not have cared for her, but I am sorry, Tim. I know you liked her a lot.”

He had, it was true. But even before this, he’d known things weren’t… right. Her opposition to marriage, the way she wanted him to retire already. And just an overall feeling, like things didn’t fit right.

And really, he knew why that was.

“Thanks,” he told Elizabeth, pushing the thoughts away. “But it’s for the best, really.”

“Well, I happen to be sure that you’ll find someone else. Someone much better.”

Tim started to roll his eyes and make a comment about platitudes, but there was something far too confident about her remark. Like she knew something— something he definitely didn’t want her to know.

That’s impossible, he told himself as Lucy reappeared, carrying a cup of coffee, and Elizabeth yielded the seat to her. There’s no way she could have figured that out— even I’m not sure about that.

But, watching his sister talk to Lucy, Tim had an odd feeling that he was wrong. Elizabeth almost always knew more than she let on, and this could very well have been one of those situations.

Mentally, he resolved not to ask her about it unless he absolutely had to. She would be completely insufferable if she found out she was right.