#maggie x jackson

[tvshowscouples]

If you love Jackson&Maggie (Grey’s Anatomy) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

[silverflameataraxia]

[gaycrouton]

The X-Files: Each Main Character's First and Last Line In The Series ✨

Entries with an asterisk signify the character’s last line was spoken posthumously.

DANA SCULLY

Pilot (1x01): “Agent Dana Scully.” 

My Struggle IV (11x10): “It's more than impossible.”

FOX MULDER

Pilot (1x01): “Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted.”

My Struggle IV (11x10): “That’s impossible.”

WALTER SKINNER

Tooms (1x21): “Agent Scully, we have reviewed your reports and frankly we are quite displeased.”

My Struggle IV (11x10): “All right, hold on.”

THE CIGARETTE SMOKING MAN

Young at Heart (1x16): “Where are they?”

My Struggle IV (11x10): “Then you don’t know me very well.”

ALEX KRYCEK

Sleepless (2x04): “Agent Mulder?”

*The Truth (9x19/20): “They'll kill her.”

JOHN DOGGETT

Within (8x01): “Water? It could be a wait.”

The Truth (9x19/20): “Get in the car.”

MONICA REYES

This Is Not Happening (8x14): “Hi.”

My Struggle IV (11x10): “No!”

MELVIN FROHIKE

E.B.E. (1x17): “She’s hot.”

*The Truth (9x19/20): “All you're going to do is get yourself killed.”

JOHN BYERS

E.B.E. (1x17): “And, Mulder, listen to this.”

*The Truth (9x19/20): “You already know the truth.”

RICHARD LANGLY

E.B.E. (1x17): “So, check it out, Mulder, today I had breakfast with the guy who shot John F. Kennedy.”

*This (11x02): “Mulder...”

TEENA MULDER

Colony (2x16): “Hello?”

Sein und Zeit (7x10): “So much that I’ve left unsaid for reasons I hope one day you’ll understand.”

MAGGIE SCULLY

Beyond the Sea (1x13): “As if he’s an authority on having a good time.”

Home Again (10x04): “My son is named William too.”

WILLIAM SCULLY / JACKSON VANDEKAMP

Existence (8x21): “Wah, wah!”

My Struggle IV (11x10): “I don’t think you can do it.”

Video Compilation

[lost-in-men-of-letters-bunker]

I went to Galaxycon 2024 in Richmond yesterday with my Dad and best friend. Had an absolutely fantastic day! I cosplayed as Percy Jackson (reached a point I took off my wig cause my head hurt). my best friend was Padmè. Got a Photo-Op with three main voice actors for The Clone Wars: James Arnold Taylor, Ashley Eckstein, and Matt Lanter! Got a surprise photo with the legendary writer of X-Men comics, Chris Claremont! Who signed my copy of the New Teen Titans and Uncanny X-Men crossover. I also got my first issue of DC's Amethyst Princess of GemWorld signed by it's writer Gary Cohen, funny story last year I found out too late he was gonna be at the Con so I did have any of my Amethyst comics with me but when I came back this year to his table, he looked at me and said "No wait, let me guess what you have. Amethyst Princess of GemWorld." He actually REMEMBERED ME from last year which surprised me GREATLY, especially since I was Supergirl last year.

My best friend got autographs from the show Psych's actors Maggie Lawson and Timothy Omundson. So I got to speak with them and tell Timothy he did an amazing job for the Disney Plus series, Percy Jackson as Hephaestus.

Also got to meet the voice of mine, and literally everybody else's childhood, Tara Strong! She's amazing and so sweet I absolutely love her!

I also got to meet Amir Talai who voices Alastor the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel and got his autograph. He's super nice and was a pleasure to talk with.

Cosplayer pictures are me with Hela from Thor Ragnarok cosplayer, and two people as Patcha and Kronk with Yzma and Kuzco from Disney's The Emperor's New Groove.

I'll also post the merch I picked up with the business cards of some people you all should definitely check out!

[helebing]

With the Holiday season approaching, and one year since the second season of the show aired, our idea was to do something nice for this fandom, no matter if you ship Bradley and Laura or Alex and Maggie or any other combo. The idea is to spread some positive vibes, keep the love train going, and hopefully to inspire people to create new content with this gift exchange.

All you need to know:

Here's the form to sign up.

If you need more infos or anything else you can find us @ TMS SECRET SANTA on twitter or @andromedusia

[dayvoidkyoto]

okay okay okay. by no means do i actually think they'll actually do this, bc it'd be insane and it's way too early for it, plus we're all pretty sure the next ep is Maggie's exit.

but lots of people are speculating that Lucas and Simone are a Merder/Japril hybrid (elevator kiss and an ex showing up out of nowehere + out-of-the-blue public proposal with clapping and cheering in front of the other guy)

and we all remember when April thought Jackson had died in the bus explosion and lost her mind when she saw him, despite being engaged to another guy, right?

now. if the upcoming episode involves the hospital being under attack (and we all saw Amelia running frantically in the promo) then what if Maggie isn't the one she's running to?

what if it's Lucas?

[thepapillon]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ You can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones. And I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky, and when you can't sleep at night, 'cause you hear my stolen lullabies. You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same; you turned into your worst fears. And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years; and you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

[am3ricanpsycho420]

lmk for mutuals please!!! would love to build a bigger community🩷 Not just the rookie fandom but many others.

[a-member-of-minuteswithmandm]

As of the end of season 18, there are 21 proposals on Grey's Anatomy. Well there are a couple more that we didn't include but don't think about that!

We spend half an hour talking about each and every one of them. Look, some of these proposals were embarrassing...but some of them were really sweet!

Take a look and let us know what you think!

[i-have-two-dogs]

Y’all. This song is SO Dina coded. I can’t stop thinking about it. Please someone agree with me.

I found a reason to wake up

Coffee in my cup, start a new day

Wish we could do this forever

And never remember mistakes that we make

I told you I loved you when we were just friends

You kept me waiting and I hated you then

Gave it a few years, you settled your debts

But I never got over the secrets I kept

It all works out in the end

Wherever you go, that's where I am

Boulders turn into sand

Wherever you go, that's where I am

Now when I wait in your doorway

Covered in flowers, I think of her

The woman that you once dated

I couldn't relate to her glitter and furs

Who were you then, and who is she now?

Did she know we were together, somehow?

You never touched me, but I felt you everywhere

It all works out in the end

Wherever you go, that's where I am

Even boulders turn into sand

Wherever you go, that's where I am

That's where I am

That's where I am

No, I'll never find another

No one else can do it better

When we're together, it feels like heaven

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you

No, I'll never find another

No one else can do it better

When we're together, it feels like heaven

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you

It all works out in the end

Wherever you go, that's where I am

Even boulders turn into sand

Wherever you go, that's where I am

That's where I am

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you (that's where I am)

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you (that's where I am)

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you (that's where I am)

You're the only one I ever wanted

All I ever really wanted was you (that's where I am)

[silverflameataraxia]

[sakuraonlyfans]

putting jackson and maggie together was so unnecessary lmao especially when their parents were literally married like ew

[helebing]

The Morning Show AU: When Bradley brings Maggie as her +1 at the annual UBA Christmas party, Alex is left alone to drink her sorrows, meanwhile she tries to process the fact that her co-anchor, and lowkey crush, is dating her ex. The next day, blackout drunk Alex is left to deal with the consequences, she played cool, so cool and unbothered that she got stuck in Maine for the holidays with two guests she doesn't even remember inviting. It's going to be a long week. // Made for the TMS secret santa

[mendingbone]

i keep seeing people in their late teens/early twenties having a "[X] content intended for younger audiences does not feel satisfying to me anymore but i don't know where to start to branch out into adult fiction" moment and i thought i would give some recommendations for adult fiction for my fellow creepy crawly queer people. all or at least a LOT of it will be on the darker and more fucked up side bc i primarily engage with horror and thriller media personally but feel free to add on with more or recommendations from other genres :)

edit: i am continuing to add to this list so there might be new recs (highlighted in pink) in here every once in a while! also want to add that there's a variety of POC, queer, and disabled authors in here as well, i am also all of the above (asian, aro lesbian, poly, disabled) and tried to incorporate as many wickedly talented, compelling narratives as possible. that's all, happy reading!

A Certain Hunger, Chelsea G. Summers

A Darker Shade of Magic, V. E Schwab*

A Dowry of Blood, S.G Gibson

Animal, Lisa Taddeo*

A Ripple of Power and Promise, Jordan A. Day*

Bunny, Mona Awad*

Children of Blood and Bone, Tomi Adeyemi*

Cursed Bread, Sophie Mackintosh*

Dark Places, Gillian Flynn

Dead Girls Don't Say Sorry, Alex Ritany

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk*

Eileen, Ottessa Moshfegh*

Fruiting Bodies, Kathryn Harlan*

Goddess of Filth, V. Castro*

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn

House of Leaves, Mark Danielewski

If I Had Your Face, Frances Cha*

Into the Drowning Deep, Mira Grant

Iron Widow, Xiran Jay Zhao

Jackal, Erin E. Adams*

Juniper and Thorn, Ava Reid*

Kindred, Octavia Butler*

Manhunt, Gretchen Felker-Martin*

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Ninefox Gambit, Yoon Ha Lee*

Rabbits, Terry Miles*

Scorched Grace, Margot Douaihy*

Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn

She is a Haunting, Trang Thahn Tran

Slewfoot, Brom

Sorrowland, Rivers Soloman

Summer Sons, Lee Mandelo

Supper Club, Lara Williams*

The Centre, Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi*

The Change, Kirsten Miller

The Death of Jane Lawrence, Caitlin Starling*

The Dreamer Trilogy, Maggie Stiefvater

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson

The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher*

The Human Origins of Beatrice Porter, Soraya Palmer*

The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri

The Locked Tomb, Tamsyn Muir

The Luminous Dead, Caitlin Starling*

The Red Tree, Caitlin Kiernan*

The Unfamiliar Garden, Benjamin Percy*

Vicious, V. E Shwab

Wake, Siren, Nina MacLaughlin*

We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson

What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher*

[atinylittlepain]

Prologue

jackson!joel miller x witch!oc

series masterlist

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He thinks he might fall in love with her. She can't let him fall in love with her. Or: a reimagined take on an infamous Practical Magic au by yours truly.

wordcount | 1.8K

series content info | 18+ slowburn-ish, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to ???, discussions of death and grief, a little magic, just a little, jackson era joel and all that entails, eventual smut, angst obviously, and love that requires a little elbow grease.

a/n | thank you folks for your patience while I was being a little worm about this. Very excited to kick off this series, and I'd love to hear what you think <3

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There is the after, and there is the before. This is the before. In the before, there is a town nestled down in the purple-blue belly of a mountain, all shade and damp, cool green. A small town, everyone knowing everyone and everyone knew everyone as far back as history could reasonably stretch. And in this town sits a house at the end of a string of houses, sidewalk curling up in waves under the old force of tree roots, wrought iron gates and sleepy porches. Kids dare one another to step through the gate of this house. Only the bravest make it up to the porch, a quick clambering tap to the front door, wanting, but not really wanting, to see who might answer. All but one child, that is. She has no problem walking through the gate, but she’s learned to be quick in getting through the front door and slipping it shut behind her. The other kids like to throw rocks if she lingers, so she doesn’t. But there is always a sweet suspension of disbelief on the walk, before the gate, and the porch, and the slip through the front door. How nice, to have all her classmates walking her home after school. 

“Did you get into any trouble today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, always another chance tomorrow.” It’s just enough to coax a smile out of her, her aunt and all her tuts and tsks, turns of her nose and we need a brownie before we do your homework, little choice but to follow after her into the kitchen, warm and sticky, the smell of fresh yeast and something richer. Even now, even in the first gasps of Summer, a pot always boils on the stove, spoon stirring lazy inside it. 

Her aunt moves like a bird she thinks. But not the delicate kind. She saw a blue heron once, at the lake outside of town. Like that, she thinks. Graceful but sharp, big and sweeping, the tails of a linen shirt, and the braid woven gray and black that hangs between her shoulder blades. All so familiar, she can’t help but sigh, cheek propped in the clammy cup of her hand. 

“Something happened today.” 

“You don’t say.” Her aunt, always knowing before she can tell her, sometimes even before she knows herself. She picks a chocolate chip out of the brownie split between them, holds it on her tongue and lets it melt. 

“Andy Nichols broke his arm. He said there’s pins in his bones.”

“Is he the one who–” She nods before her aunt can finish her question. Yes, the one who never threw rocks at her. Yes, the one who would sit with her at lunch, not because his other friends dared him to, but because he wanted to. The one who, last week, sitting on the bleachers during recess, pressed a quick, there and gone kiss to her lips, all shy, all sweet, wings fluttering fierce in her chest. Yes, that one. 

“Now he won’t even look at me. All his friends are saying I did something to him.” 

“Oh, Maggie, I’m sorry. People can be, well, people suck, to speak plainly.”

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Did I?” And the silence is enough of an answer, isn’t it? Her aunt’s eyes melt a little, lips pressed in a thin frown. Her aunt, who is as tired as she is, though she may do a better job of hiding it. After all, while she lost a mother, her aunt lost a sister. And the thing, that thing, this thing, that is threaded like a dark cancer through the sinew and snapping pulse of their hearts, contagious, careful or you’ll catch it. Everyone in town knows not to fall in love with a Campbell woman, a long history pocked with strange deaths, unexplainable misfortune. Her father wasn’t from town though, the first mistake of many.

‘It’s best if you don’t think on it, hmm?” Quiet and close in the kitchen, she does her best not to cry, feeling weak, a little wilted. One of those hugs that presses all the air out of her lungs, she needed it, breathing in deep, soap and sweat and soil and my little witch, we have work to do. 

Homework doesn’t really mean homework in their house. Not the paper she’s supposed to be writing on the civil war, not studying for the math test she has on Friday. Homework means her and her aunt in the greenhouse, and her aunt quizzing her on the plants they tend to. What is what, what does what. 

Lemon balm for stress and sleep. Also used to treat cold sores. 

Echinacea for immunity.

Peppermint for nausea and headaches.

Belladonna for sleep, handle with care. 

It comes easily to her, the same way that knowing things comes easily to her aunt. Plants, she thinks, make more sense than people do. It takes them a few hours to work through the greenhouse, night coming on in a swath of orange that smolders purple, cool shadows filtering in through green glass. They prune, they water, they propagate, and her aunt must think her extra pitiful tonight because she offers to teach her a few new tricks. The offer falls flat, however, when the prickled sound of scratching shivers up her spine. She knows it well, imagines that she could hear it from all the way across town at this point. The back door, nails skittering over its window panes, face pressed to glass, smeared shame, or maybe just a secret. All that’s needed, a look shared between them, no words. She stays in the greenhouse, closes the door behind her aunt, but leaves it cracked. She shouldn’t, but she likes to listen. 

What she hears is always the same. Variations of desperation, I want, I want, I want, I need, I need, I need, him, him, him, her, her, her. How badly? So badly. Anything? Yes, anything. She’s watched a few times, peering around the doorway into the kitchen. All kinds of ways to meddle, to tangle threads, cut them loose, pick your poison, pick your pleasure. Her aunt tries to keep her away from it, the dark, crawling things, the needles, the wax dolls washed in smoke plumes. But she knows. Love is an ugly thing. 

She doesn’t watch tonight, hardly listens either. Something else on her mind, in her hands. She plucks rose petals, lavender, rosemary, fills her hands with the rumpled things, says what she planned to say.

He’ll ride horses, talk to them too.

He’ll work with his hands. 

There’ll be a streak of silver at his temple. 

When we’re together, he’ll be able to stop time. 

“Are you casting impossible spells again?” Her aunt catches her just as she’s stepping out into the backyard, damp grass and cicada thrum and the moon.

“I hope so. I hope it’s impossible.” They stand in the cool, damp grass, all that heat dropping down into a low mist around their ankles. And her aunt knows exactly what she’s doing. Afterall, she was the one who taught her this. Somewhere between a love spell and a prayer, though she hopes hers is more like a curse. 

“There’s no taking something like this back, Maggie. Are you sure you want to do this?” She nods, says yes, and it’s enough for her aunt to stand down, giving her space to finish the rest of it. Intention, energy, that other word that people like to throw around She focuses on the words and the words become something other than words, and the petals and leaves lift from her hands. The moon takes care of the rest. 

“I hope I never fall in love.” 

The thing about spells is they always find somewhere to land, even the impossible ones. And somewhere in the before, that impossible spell found its target. Cupid’s arrow bent and broken, though still able to sting sharp. Somewhere in the before, a boy in another town in another life, young knees working hard to make the thin tires of a bike spin, already late heading home for dinner in the cooling night. 

The boy’s mother hears him before she sees him, big, hot tears and ribs shaking with sobs she doesn’t often get to hear anymore, getting older, trying to get braver. The boy is bleeding, the boy is crying. The soft round of his palms scraped and stuck with gravel, and his knees no better, all down his shins, and he didn’t mean to cry, didn’t want to cry, but walking the rest of the way home, wrestling with the crooked handlebars of his bike, the feeling and the pain got too big, and he didn’t know what else to do with it.

“Oh honey, what happened?” His words come out in stops and starts, little stuttered gasps. I fell, gets strung into a few extra syllables, already ushering him upstairs and into the bathroom, the sharp smell of this’ll sting, cotton gauze getting stuck in the blood. 

In the before, still young, the boy is a soft thing. He cries easily, and he doesn’t like that. Cries when he’s angry, when he’s hurt, when he’s frustrated. Cries harder when he cries because he wishes he wouldn’t cry, even if the words for such a feeling are still too old for him. Somewhere along the way, the boy will lose that. The boy will lose so much. But for now, his mother is making all the big and little hurts better, box fan humming in the cracked window in the bathroom, his brother, even younger, watching through the slivered opening of the door. 

For now, the boy lets his eyes close, sticky with salt and the last wandering tears, and he wonders if he really saw what he thought he saw, what stunned him so snappingly that he flew head over handlebars onto the still-simmering asphalt. A blurred vision, blink and miss it, though even so, he’s still sure of what he saw. A rose bush, a sudden burst and bloom and flashbang, nothing and then something and then everything. Blooms that unfurled their skirts as fast as he was riding by, until what had been only green was blotted out entirely by heavy white petals. The boy will lose this memory with time, reasoning it away as an impossible imagining, something from a young mind that will no longer be his. But while the boy is still young, still a soft thing, he will think to himself with a kind of secret wonder that whatever he saw that night, it had to be magic. 

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