#ft. thaddeus

[heathmorgan]

willa was back in italy and the penthouse felt almost haunted without the contagious laughter of a child, the drawings and toys scattered throughout the rooms. heath, in turn, regretted leaving his daughter the moment he got on the plane heading back to new york city. with his brother in texas and rahi making his debut as a wag, the only person who would listen to endless hours of complaints was his cousin thaddeus - the rational part of the family. heath entered the loft, each step he took the guilt weighed on him, knowing he'd arrived unannounced, invading his cousin's space without warning.

their eyes met, and the words uttered by his cousin were like a burden lifted from his shoulders "close 'nough, i brought whiskey" he admitted, taking the bottle out of the bag with a smug "ya need a hand with that?" asked, nodding towards the ingredients "well now, reckon my 'mastertrash' skills might come handy"

@heathmorgan

Tracking all the ingredients for this meal had proved to be difficult being that he had been late coming home from work. The neighbor's daughter had been texting him for over an hour trying to touch base with where he was but their last call had taken them out of service longer than he had expected. Fourty minutes later he was elbow deep in ingredients, when he heard the door open. Only a few people had a key to his loft so seeing the familiar face of his cousin hadn’t been surprising. 

“Hey, want  a beer?”

[theredhairing40]

Benedict: shhhhh!!! Thaddeus: O_O Moriarty: What the actual fu-- Thaddeus: Not in front of him! Please! He's here for something crucial. Moriarty: Which is? Thaddeus: The agenda of the radio silence in the DPRK. Benedict: Oh there's more... you boys better grab a chair and sit down. Thaddeus: $#!+

[belovedivies]

syndrome ft. thaddeus

cw: minor spoiler, pining.

Thaddeus eluded you.

The same way people did him, honestly.

But then there was you again, and you had just kind of been there; standing by Raphael’s side like a loyal dog since day one. Never frowning, never raising your voice. And he didn’t think he minded it, not really. He liked that your serenity balanced out the semi-man-child whom Thaddeus now called his new boss. You were soft, gentle, benevolent. Maybe only at times. Greeting him whenever he passed by you in the hallway. Laughing at his stupid jokes. Humming a foreign song under your breath that the Apostle didn’t recognize.

One less eggshell to walk on, yet two ticking bombs remained.

He liked your eyes too. Shining, dazzling, so unlike Raphael’s. The redhead only felt that familiar twinge of annoyance when you gazed up at the man you called your little brother with so much love and care. Like you were willing to hang the moon and stars for him. And Thaddeus wasn’t jealous, not really. Raphael was your flesh and blood; it’s only natural that devotion would dig deeper than any shovel or sword could.

But you only had that impenetrable smile on these days. Moving with grace and gold. Keeping your distance. He couldn’t even hold a conversation for longer than one minute before you excused yourself out of the room, not sparing him another glance.

—

Your indifference bothered him.

Made him feel like he was a snot-nosed brat all over again, struggling to survive in that dog-eat-dog shithole he reluctantly called a family. Years ago, when you took the knife out of Raphael’s hands and dug the blade into Father Gabriel’s heart for him, Thaddeus was stuck kicking his legs somewhere far away until his limbs were bent at an inhuman angle, his lungs burning for air. But he pushed through the pain, the tears, the blood early on. He had to become the strongest.

For what, a six-year-old him once pondered.

Sitting by the pond in the garden and swinging his legs in a pair of dojo shoes he had soon outgrown. Martial Arts is about the body and the mind. Integrity, courage, respect. He never intended to frighten others and should have never been considered a weapon of destruction either. But then came the power. The control. The entire continent soon bowed to the King of Kowloon, and Thaddeus was nothing short of elastic.

As much as he hated to admit it, the fight with your little brother knocked some sense into his thick skull. The Apostle didn’t even have time to process his defeat before Raphael wrapped him up in a white body suit that made him look like a goddamn psych ward patient, heavy chains bidding his legs together and keeping him suspended in the air. Thaddeus refused to yield then, gritting his teeth and cursing out strings of profanity that he wasn’t taught before. He fussed, yet Raphael was barely fazed. The punishment didn’t come right away.

It was the days after that.

Days when he was all alone in the base with nothing but his thoughts for company. Thaddeus kept his head hung low and just stared blankly. He felt like a slab of meat. Static noises played on repeat inside his head; and he was okay with that, really. He didn’t want to think anymore.

The hours were so long that he stopped counting. Only then did sleep eventually claim him—a stuffy, dreamless slumber.

—

The redhead didn’t know how long he had been unconscious. But when he woke up, he found himself on the ground; the chains and ridiculous costume miraculously all gone. He was resting his head on something soft too. Thaddeus’ mind tutted its alarm late, but when it did, his body shot up as if struck by lightning and muttered up whatever little strength was left to put some space between him and this unfamiliar presence. Yet the second he attempted to move, his vision started spinning. A stabbing discomfort gnawed on his nape, and Thaddeus realized he was hit with the worst neck pain ever.

He was going to fall at this point. Crashing face-down on the ground like a pathetic loser. The Apostle’s legs wobbled like overcooked noodles as he braced himself for the fall that never came. Instead, he found himself on his back once more, wondering if his body had even moved an inch in the first place.

But there was you, staring down at Thaddeus with a smile.

“Welcome back,” he hadn’t heard any voice in days, much less one as pleasant as yours. The way your hands cradle his face felt like a hug on a winter day. When you shifted, Thaddeus’ stomach did a weird twist.

You didn’t seem to mind him gaping at you like a dead fish, tilting forward with that same mysterious quirk on your lips. Your hair falls around him in soft curtains, blocking the flicking lightbulb ahead that was starting to hurt his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Your fingers weaved through Thaddeus’ hair. And it felt good, so good he thought he could fall asleep again right here, with his head on your lap. The stinging pain at the back of his nape went away almost instantly when the tips of your digits grazed through the spot.

He opened his mouth, trying to get the words out. It’s useless; his throat was so parched. Thaddeus guzzled the bottled water you handed him in less than two seconds, not caring if his whole face was drenched too in the process. He heard a giggle from you, sounding like mist drops on leaf dripping down a pond.

You came here by yourself.

That much he collected when you pat his face dry with a handkerchief, the silver cross embroidery at the edge tickling his jawline. The movement was still nothing but gentle, yet Thaddeus noticed the corner of your smile turning icy. You came alone, but not without purpose.

“What do you want?”

It might be a little too late, but his inquiry came out nonetheless. Thaddeus tried propping himself up with his elbows but soon realized they were shaking.

At the question, your head tilted to the side ever so slightly. Legs tucked under your thighs in a too-expensive dress. Not a single wrinkle or hair out of the place. Unfeeling. Unmoving. Pupils blown wide like a doll’s.

“I came to check up on you!” You sing-song, beaming too bright, too superficial he had to stop himself from cringing outwardly. “Sit up.”

The command barely registered in his weary mind when Thaddeus felt his body moving on its own, and he was sitting face-to-face with you.

The smile you gave him was nothing short of satisfactory. Eyes glinting with mirth. Like he was a puppy and just did something endearing.

“Here,” something warm slipped down his throat; soup? Thaddeus blinked in awe, feeling the herb soothing his deserted taste bud. He hadn’t eaten anything for a whole week, “how does it taste?”

“G-Good.” His response came immediately this time, albeit rasped and still shaky. But you didn’t mind, feeding him another spoonful of dumpling that he eagerly bit into. Thaddeus was left starved, and he was gonna rot here to death if you didn’t come.

You were technically his savior.

And you looked pleased too, letting him have the rest of the bowl until it was empty. Wiping his mouth clean. Guiding him to lie back on your lap. You were warm, so perfect. Thaddeus wondered why he wanted to get away in the first place.

“It will get better,” you hum, running your hands through his hair, “once you move in with us.”

Thaddeus perked up at the last part, meeting your eyes. Your gentle smile remained as your fingers slipped underneath his bangs, resting on his forehead. “Have you thought about what he said?”

He did.

More than he begrudged to relent. Between the endless hours hooked up to the ceiling and nasty bug bites bruising his skin, Thaddeus didn’t have much of a choice. If he somehow walked out of here alive, he would be dragging his feet until the friction scoured the heel of his shoes. Bitter. Humiliated. He didn’t want to be reduced back to the disappointment he was back then.

He needed to be strong.

“Good boy.”

Taking his silence as an answer, you giggled and ruffled his hair. For once, he was sure he had made the right choice.

—

Thaddeus was all over you. In the hallway, in the garden, in between those meetings he rarely ever showed up. Always saying your name with an ear-splitting grin. Always have something to say. A stupid joke to tell.

You never seemed to mind it. You never even liked him to begin with. But he felt comforted when you were there, passing him by like an invisible wall. Thaddeus remembered the way your hands felt on his skin that day. He wondered just what he had to do to have you close again, looking at him like he was precious. Like he meant something.

Raphael was so gonna kill him.

♡dividers credit: @strangergraphics-archive♡ ♡masterlist♡

[mackmontgomerys]

mack: for the best actually cause i dont know which i'd be rooting for mack: speaking of mack: should i invite rocky or would that be weird for you i dont want any bad vibes at ur party so w/ever you're cool w is good with me mack: u dressed as me would be terrifying and i'd die of uncanny valley mack: thats so many blondes mack: hows the fam shit going

thadd: yes but i won't say which 1 🤭 thadd: woahhhhhh dude you think u can just send a pic of the mountainside sasquatch and i wouldnt notice??? be so fr rn thadd: pfttttt what is this amateur hour? def not repeating a costume thadd: except sorry looking at ur hair rn i had the perfffffff opportunity to go dressed as u and if i didn't already pay to have this danny phantom costume on expedited delivery... thadd: might have to revisit this idea for spooky szn 🤔 thadd: 4 Non Blondes except we're now just 5 Blondes thadd: ok fair

[puffin-smoke]

My little sister barged into my room, started picking up my stuff, so in an effort to stop her I made her name various escaped audios characters. Thus this post was born.

My Younger Sister Naming Escaped Audios Characters!!! Ft; her judging them

New Jersey Rats:

Jean - Everything Goes Wrong Mark

Badabing - Sean (Said he was a lizard man. Refused to elaborate)

Badaboom - Personified Raphael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Stacy - Nicola (immediately asked if she likes girls)

My Greasefire Life:

Ashley - Calvin Mcroy (hopes he dies. Hates his smile)

Lena - Granola

Thaddeus - Budget Thranduil (said he looked like a LotR elf but their hair was chopped off.)

Blue Infinity:

Fletcher - Yassified Obi Wan Kenobi

Blind Simon - Henry (dislikes him immensely)

Lily - Emmeline

Claw - Lin Manuel Miranda

Others:

Crow - Kratos in his Twenties (wants him to put on his shirt)

Escaped (Save the World) - Booktok Man

[coelodontah]

small practice animatic of thaddeus and jessie to cartoon wound by bulldog eyes (ft. vriska serket)

[scftlightz]

"  don't  do  that.  take  all  the  blame.  i  picked  the  worst  moments  to  even  try  to  get  your  attention.  maybe  this  a  sign?  we  keep  missing  each  other  by  inches  [  .  .  .  ]  do you even want to be with me? tell me. "

⸻　“　i　mean　….　i　get　it　.　surprised　you　didn’t　get　tired　of　waiting　sooner　.　fuck　!　hate　that　i　missed　my　chance　,　my　own　fault　.　��

[confirmedcannibal]

Fallout show discussion ft. Maximus with mentions of Thaddeus as well

Spoilers under yonder.

I really love maximus. I really really do. I love his struggles with morality and I empathize a lot with him. He came from a really broken background and has been brainwashed by the brotherhood. He's presented as a foil to Lucy, I'd like to think. Lucy is so nice it hurts whereas Maximus thinks hurting others is nice. I don't view him as a BAD person though, morality speaking. I view him as complex and love him for it because the show doesn't hide away from his complexities.

I like how as the show progresses the viewer gets a taste of the idea of Max becoming a vault dweller, getting a happily ever after where he's safe. Ofc this is mostly Lucy's idealized future. But still it's a great idea- a world where nobody would know his past and he could reinvent himself. It makes you almost want the vault not to be a horrible experiment.

Also love how he mentioned his checkered past and Lucy was like "the wastes make people do bad things". I think it speaks on the forgiveness he should give himself but also showcases how all too idealized Lucy is.

Lastly I wanted to touch on Thaddeus. I love him tons and honestly? I want to see a maximus morality "redemption" arc that focuses more on his working through shit with Thad than beside Lucy.

[nickstarking]

My Fanfic Profile:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Nickstarking

Tom Riddle's gang era characters:

1. Alexi Avery:

2. Cadmus Mulciber:

3. Thaddeus Nott:

4. Corveyn Lestrange:

5. Lotus Rosier

[met-apartments]

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[stir-up-the-water]

One shots:

A tightly woven friendship (ft. Thaddeus)

[hlfmoonshine]

the open starter department : an anthology

this post tracks all my open starters posted per muse up to 2025/01/22 this post ft. ≈ forty muses, ranging from one to four starters, depending on the muse. * = supernatural origin Φ = criminal origins ° = nepo/fame origins

aberdeen carano (one)* ash dayna (one)(two) boone leigh (one)Φ darius landon (one)(two)Φ dima federov (one)Φ fleetwood gagnon (one)(two)(three)° gillian owens (one)(two)* icarus conford (one)° jordan alexander (one) josie eden (one)(two) kitsilano riley (one) keyla davis (one) lydia reid (one)(two) patrick visser (one)* perry hart (one) rosemary clement (one)° ruby gilbert (one) sanem togan (one)(two)(three) susanna king hancock (one) thaddeus james (one)° yasha clement (one)(two)°

[tysonchapmans]

"Why does the name for this thing keep fucking changing?" Tyson toasted Thadd anyway, he had been saving everyone around him from confusion by calling it Whackoween since the party had gotten into full swing and it had caught on with at least three attendees.

"I already told you I'm not calling you that." Thaddeus on it's own was a ludicrous name, he wouldn't indulge in an even more absurd moniker stemming from it. Knocking back his shot, he glanced down at his own costume, the best he could do to pull off Rick O'Connell on short notice.

"I'm Rick O'Connell. The main guy from The Mummy, Brendan Fraser. From the one before they rebooted it with Tom Cruise."

That was a life rule to live by -- never be Tom Cruise.

"I was going to go with the Joker but I switched it up last minute."

location: thadd and tyson's apartment

for: @fairfordstarters

"Happy fucking Thalloween, baby!" Thadd toasted (the decided compromise of both his and Tallulah's names, as distinguishing between the two had already begun to grow old), clinking his shot glass against the other's. What it was, where it'd come from, and how many he'd already had were all questions that were lost on him in the moment, but not the most pressing of the evening.

"Thanks for fucking coming. Here's to Thaddy Phantom and--shit, sorry, what are you supposed to be again?"

[goalhofer]

2023 Washington Nationals Roster

Pitchers

#1 MacKenzie Gore (Whiteville, North Carolina)*

#21 Tanner Rainey (Covington, Louisiana)

#24 Steven Cavalli (Bixby, Oklahoma)

#32 Trevor Williams (Poway, California)*

#40 Josiah Gray (New Rochelle, New York)

#46 Patrick Corbin (Clay, New York)

#47 José Ferrer (Maimón, Dominican Republic)**

#51 Jordan Weems (Columbus, Georgia)

#53 Joe La Sorsa (New Rochelle, New York)**

#54 Amos Willingham (Rome, Georgia)**

#57 Andrés Machado (Valencia, Venezuela)

#58 Carl Edwards; Jr. (Prosperity, South Carolina)

#60 Joan Adon (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

#61 Robert Garcia (Modesto, California)**

#64 Víctor Arano (Cosamaloapan, Mexico)

#67 Kyle Finnegan (Houston, Texas)

#68 Thaddeus Ward (Ft. Myers, Florida)

#73 Hunter Harvey (Catawba, North Carolina)

#74 Jake Irvin (Bloomington, Minnesota)**

#79 Jackson Rutledge (Fenton, Missouri)**

Catchers

#15 Riley Adams (San Diego, California)

#20 Keibert Ruiz (Valencia, Venezuela)

#81 Drew Millas (St. Louis, Missouri)**

Infielders

#2 Luis García; Jr. (New York, New York)

#5 P.C. Abrams; Jr. (Roswell, Georgia)

#6 Michael Chavis (Marietta, Georgia)*

#8 Carter Kieboom (Marietta, Georgia)

#14 Ildemaro Vargas (Caripito, Venezuela)

#22 Dominic Smith (Gardena, California)*

#39 Jake Alu (Hamilton Township, New Jersey)**

#45 Joey Meneses (Culiacán Rosales, Mexico)

Outfielders

#16 Víctor Reyes (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic)

#17 Alex Call (River Falls, Wisconsin)

#28 Lane Thomas (Knoxville, Tennessee)

#30 Jacob Young (St. Johns County, Florida)**

#33 Travis Blankenhorn (Pottsville, Pennsylvania)*

#36 Gregory Garrett (Richmond, Texas)*

Coaches

Manager Dave Martinez (New York, New York)

Bench coach Tim Bogar (Vernon Township, Illinois)

Hitting coach Darnell Coles (Rialto, California)

Assistant hitting coach Pat Roessler (Phoenix, Arizona)

Pitching coach Jim Hickey (Chicago, Illinois)

Bullpen coach Ricky Bones (Ciudad Salinas, Puerto Rico)

Bullpen catcher Octavio Martinez (Los Angeles, California)

Bullpen catcher Brandon Snyder (Fairfax County, Virginia)

1B coach Eric Young; Jr. (Piscataway Township, New Jersey)

3B coach Gary DiSarcina (Billerica, Massachusetts)

Assistant coach Henry Blanco (Santiago De León De Caracas, Venezuela)

[tysonchapmans]

tyson 📲 thadd.

tyson: t tyson: h tyson: a tyson: d tyson: d tyson: e tyson: u tyson: s tyson: . tyson: 👆🏻 bet you almost killed yourself diving at your phone like a beached sea lion at these notifications thinking it was rina sawayama tyson: spoiler alert tyson:

@thaddcarter

[rockytillyoriginal]

FREYA RIDINGS / FACE IN THE CROWD

i didn't wanna let you down / saying this is all that i want / it's everything I dreamed of / i didn't wanna let you down / so I said I could give you up / thinking back on all that i've done / and on every road I'm on / a part of me has never stopped looking / for your face in the crowd