#maddie my beloved

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

And a much happier topic,,, Maddie calling herself Maddie Han ❤️✨💕✨❤️💖

[catpeople-tournament-2023]

MAD MEW MEW UNDERTALW

ON THE LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

[thembohux]

Got my first grey hair just before my 18th birthday and am still the only one of my friends getting greys 8 years later I love my silver streaks my nana was fully white at 18 ! So I’m right there with you bb sometimes people need to shut the fuck up, grey is gorge and they’re jealous 🤷🏻‍♀️

My mom and my grandpa (her dad) were both going grey at like 20 so I’ve been expecting this for YEARS honestly. I just do so much dyeing of my hair that anything gets covered lol

I love grey and silver streaks and think they look so cool honestly.

It’s a general consensus among other coworkers and my friends that this coworker is just jealous that I’m so secure in my appearance (or at least pretend to be) that she has to put me down to make herself feel better

Thank you 🥺🥺

[cinewhore]

Hi!!

Saw your name on the dash and wanted to pop in and say hi and I hope today was kind to you 🖤 LOVE YOU YOU AMAZING TALENTED GIFT TO THIS WORLD 🖤💜🥰✨🫡😘

Hi baby!

Thank you for your kind message ❤️ i love you too!

[readyforthegarden]

kait that was sick. im not even saying what it was because you know your crimes.

maddie my absolute treasured beloved,

^ this is who you are yelling at rn i have done nothing wrong i do not understand 😔

[totheecore]

911 7x04 | Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

[dawntainbobbynash]

You should've gone with him.

[seduzist]

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THERE’S ALMOST NO FANFICS FOR HER LIKE??????? LOOK AT HER PLS THATS MOMMY

[menace-behaviour]

Buck: *Having 'Sad Hoodie Hours™️' at Maddie's house*

Maddie: *Handing him a mug of hot chocolate* Okay, spill. Why do you have that "My goldfish ran away from home" face on?

Buck: Me and Tommy have been on opposite shifts for like 3 weeks now. I just miss him and I'm trying to not act out about it. I actually considered driving to the LAFD Air Base and starting a trashcan fire in the parking lot. It's either that or sending him notes made with letters cut out of old magazines.

Maddie: You know, I’ve got a whole box of old positive pregnancy tests in my bathroom cabinet. If we hurry, we could get to FedEx before closing and have him in a panic by noon tomorrow.

Buck: You’re a national treasure and I love you.

[peppermintquartz]

The second time Tommy meets Philip and Margaret is not under the best of circumstances.

Maddie is wrecked with worry, Jee is confused about why her daddy can't sleep at home and why her Uncle Buck isn't here, and Tommy himself is approximately three broken Kit-Kat bars from completely snapping.

So when the Buckley parents show up at the hospital, Tommy is not in the best of moods.

"Why are you here?" Margaret says when she sees him, instead of asking "How's my son?"

"Because I'm waiting for the outcome of the surgery," Tommy says, pretty curtly, but after fourteen hours following a full shift he is about to keel over. He's seated right now, having no further energy to pace, with his elbows on his knees, his head aching from the fluorescent lights and endless activity all around him, and his heart steeled against the worst possible outcome. "I mean, it's certainly not for the ambience."

"Maddie called and told us that Howard and Evan were in the building when it collapsed," Philip says before Margaret can react to the sarcasm. "We wanted to be here for Maddie."

"For Maddie, of course it's for her," Tommy says, and he is so beyond sick with worry that he can't force aside the irritation nor hide it with civility. "She's gone home with Jee-yun. I promised to keep her updated. If you're looking for her, I suggest doing so tomorrow morning when she's had hopefully at least an hour of sleep."

Margaret glances at the light above the operating theater doors and wrings her hands. "How long has it been? I can't bear this."

Tommy doesn't even look at his watch anymore. "Fourteen hours, thereabouts. Howie's just come out two hours ago."

A whole building. A three-storey building. Howie was on the top floor, so he was freed from the rubble first. Evan was on the ground floor. The 217 and the 124 had been on the scene, Tommy flying five casualties from the wreck directly to hospital, one of whom was his friend. All the while he had to internally battle the screaming need to claw apart the debris, with his bare hands if necessary, to get his Evan out of there.

Philip hugs Margaret. "He'll survive. He's always done so, since he was a kid. You know how it is with him. Scrapes and cuts and falls. He'll come out of this without trouble."

"I can't bear waiting here," Margaret whispers again. "You know I don't like..." She shuts her eyes and shakes her head.

"I know, I know it feels like it's Daniel inside, but it isn't."

And Tommy loses it.

Logically, he knows that Philip is merely trying to reassure his wife. Logically, he knows that they are trying; the mere fact that they are in hospital to check on Evan and Howie is a statement that they are trying.

Every other part of Tommy, however, explodes with incandescent rage.

"Daniel? Daniel?! Evan's in there, fighting for his life, and you can't even focus on that?" he spits out. "The only reason why I am even talking to you is because you made Evan. You brought him to this world. And you don't deserve him. Every day I see how much he loves, how openly and how bravely he loves, and to know that you both treated him the way you did... And now you come here, to the hospital, and you talk about being here for Maddie and, and thinking about Daniel, instead of your son who could've died today!"

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Tommy realizes that he's on his feet, his fists clenched, towering over two older persons who are shrinking away from his six foot two frame. Suddenly drained, Tommy licks his dry lips.

"Go see Howie," he says in a low voice. "You probably can't go in yet, but find out what you can to tell Maddie."

Philip clears his throat. "You'll let us know when Evan is out?"

"I'll call Maddie." Tommy sits again and stares at the wall opposite. Green. Dull, lifeless, bland hospital green. He hears the Buckleys walk away. "Philip, wait."

"Yes?"

"Sorry about the outburst. Also, you're supposed to call him Buck. Remember that."

Philip sighs again. "Of course. We'll see you later, when Ev- Buck is out of surgery."

[flimsy-spine]

my favorite madney scenes: [45/?] ⇢ Dumb Luck, 5.14

[thatsojasminesworld]

Precious

[thembohux]

I’ll curb stomp any old bitch for you, you say the word and I’m fucking THERE bb

Thank you, Maddie, my love 😭😭😭

It’s happened TWICE in the last few weeks but this one felt like… extra humiliating.

Also! Right back at you. I will ALSO curb stomp any bitches bothering you 🖤

[diabeticgirl4]

My best friend for life @skyhealer made me this amazing caduceus doll, look at my baby boy!!!!!

[babygirl-diaz]

Maddie: What happened? Buck: Eddie is avoiding me Maddie: What did you do? Buck: Nothing! What makes you think I did something? Maddie: Okay, then why is Eddie avoiding you? Buck: He called me last night... thinking I was Alex Maddie: That's it? He called you thinking you were his boyfriend and now he's avoiding you? Buck: Well... It's not that simple. You see, he was in bed... Maddie: Oh no Buck: ...With a toy Maddie, cringing: No Buck: And he may have gone into graphic detail telling me what he was doing with said toy and how he wished it was me- well Alex- instead. Maddie: Okay, I see why he's avoiding you. By the way, at no point during the conversation, you had the decency to tell him that you weren't Alex? Buck: I was frozen! Imagine the man you love telling you how he was open and ready for you to slip your dick inside him and fuck him raw- Maddie: Wait... You love Eddie? Buck: THAT'S what you took away from that sentence? Maddie: No, I also took away that Eddie is a slut but mostly that you're in love with him

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: burn - 184 words

His touch is fire, electricity crackling like sparks. Remus cradles Sirius’ face in his hands, cards his fingers through silky dark hair, sparkling grey eyes looking up at him through thick lashes.

It’s a precious thing, to have Sirius and to hold him - a bright burning star that belongs only to him and it feels almost wrong to keep it all to himself, but in this moment it is just them. Just Sirius and Remus and the rest of the world is an irrelevant afterthought.

Sirius runs his hand along his skin, along his thighs, his chest, ghosting over silvery white scars. Scars like craters on the moon basking in the starlight. And that might be the most inmate part of it all. No one else will ever know him in such detail.

It is an all-encompassing tidal of emotion. Of love and passion and vulnerability and understanding. Remus can only bow over and let it engulf him. Sirius kisses him and Remus melts into his touch.

The world could be burning down around them and Remus wouldn’t care, wouldn’t give up this moment.