#mr madden

[pinkbunnygirl555]

I <3 Mr Madden, he’s so babygirl ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

CCTV: Noon/ Afternoon (Martin’s characters doing everyday things pt. 2)

Part 1 here.

[theenemyod]

Heyyyy I'm writing ittt (Constantine reincarnated as Conner.)

(For simplicity purposes the name Alex is always going to be referring to Alex Bailey not Alex Strike. Want to make sure there's no confusion because otherwise there will probably be confusion.)

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A snore suddenly came from the back of the classroom. A boy in the back row was slouched over his desk with his head in his hands, very much asleep.

Alex had a twin brother, and it was moments like this that made her wish she didn't.

Mrs. Peters diverted her attention to him like a paper clip to a magnet.

"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked. He didn't react, if he did wake you he didn't show it.

"Con!" Alex whispered at him, though she doubted he could hear her from the other end of the classroom. Conner was strange though, Alex doubted he'd responded to 'Mr. Bailey'. He normally didn't respond to anything other than Con.

"Mr. Bailey!" Mrs. Peters shouted. He almost immediately jumped awake.

"What-- where am I? What happened?" There was a momentary look of panic and fear in his eyes before he realised where he was. "I mean, what?"

Like his sister, Conner also had strawberry blonde hair and a round, freckled face. His eyes though were silver-grey, unlike Alex's bright blue. She wasn't sure where he got that from, they didn't resemble any other family members. His hair was a mess, Alex couldn't tell if it was from falling asleep like that or just him not taking care of himself like usual.

Alex couldn't have been more embarrassed by her brother. Besides sharing looks and a birth date, she and her brother couldn't be more different. Alex struggled making friends, Conner could do so easily. But didn't, for whatever reason. He seemed intelligent enough, but had trouble in school. Mostly trouble staying awake. Alex knew he'd be awake past four am some nights, so maybe being tired was understandable.

"I'm so glad you could rejoin us, Mr. Bailey." Mrs. Peters said sternly. Con looked blank for a few seconds then nodded. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Peters." He apologised, trying to sound as real and genuine as possible. "I haven't been sleeping well on nights lately," he tried to explain.

"You fall asleep in my class at least twice a week." She reminded him. He said nothing. "I recommend you stay awake while I teach, Mr. Bailey, unless you know enough about fairytales to teach this lesson yourself."

He had to stop himself rolling his eyes. When would this lesson be important in the real world? Morals and life lessons didn't mean a thing after a certain point. They didn't matter.

"No, I don't."

"Then I'd try to stay conscious, Mr. Bailey. Luckily for you, I used my last detention slip this morning, but I can always request more." Mrs. Peters said, then promptly walked to the front of the classroom to continue the lesson. "Now class, I want you all to get out your literature books, turn to page one hundred and seventy, and read 'Little Red Riding Hood' quietly to yourselves." She instructed. Con sighed too quietly for anyone to hear and opened the book, trying to make himself comfortable in his seat. This was going to be a long day.

[undercooked-icicle]

I know it's August, but I need a hit of Nativity

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

i wouldnt even call myself a mr maddens mr poppy shipper but even i can't deny that "I'm frightened of you because I've never met one of you before. I'm terrified every time I'm around you, because I don't know what you or I am going to do." is a crazy line of dialogue.

[werewolfetone]

Interesting bit on the United Irishmen's assassinations that I found while digging through an old Irish newspaper

[alixinwwonderland]

Which Palladino is gonna make a cameo in the last season?

It's gotta be Amy, right? With those hats?

[thebestestwinner]

The top two vote-getters will move on to the next round!

[theroyalthrones]

Behind the Scenes - Orillia Metropolitian Airport - Thursday 12:20pm

beginning | previous | next

[zanderbobs]

I don't even have a YouTube channel anymore but I wanna make a video about how much I despise mr poppy from the nativity movies and how he is my least favourite fictional character of all time

[watchmakermori]

of all the things that the his dark materials tv series changed from the books, the one departure I really cannot forgive is that lyra is not a liar

this baffled me back in season 1 and it still baffles me now. lying is such an integral part of lyra's character. she doesn't just do it out of necessity - she does it because she enjoys it, she's bloody good at it, and it's one of the best tools at her disposal. iorek quite literally names her 'silvertongue', and she adopts that over her family name 'belaqua' because lying and manipulation are part of her identity.

at the most basic level, I resent the change because Lyra is a less interesting character without her lies. She’s not as unique - heroes aren't often so joyously deceitful, especially female heroes, and I like that book!lyra gets the space to act this way. it also makes her less resourceful. In the novels, lyra's first instinct is to lie her way out of trouble. Without that, she has less agency and less influence over what happens to her 

But it's also a matter of symbolism. Lyra's dishonesty balances wonderfully with her mastery of the alethiometer, an instrument of truth. In the books, the value of truth is something that she has to take time to learn. when she goes to the land of the dead, that is the first time that lyra really understands the importance of honesty. she’s confronted by monsters who can see her lies for what they are, and so her falsehoods have no power there. lying cannot help the ghosts, but truth can. she tells the ghosts real stories about her own life, and the harpies are drawn to them because they are nourishing and honest. she reads the alethiometer and tells the ghosts the truth of what will happen when they leave the world of the dead, and it is that knowledge which convinces them to go with her

the conclusion of the trilogy only pushes this further. lyra spends most of the books taking her skill with the alethiometer for granted - she masters it with effortless instinct, and she has access to its guidance all the way through the series. while she spins her lies, she always has access to the truth - until the very end, when she loses the ability to read the alethiometer completely. only when that skill is gone does she fully appreciate the power of it. and when she sets out to relearn that craft, she does so in the knowledge that it will take a lifetime of study

it’s such an interesting aspect of her character, and it’s almost entirely lost in the tv series because tv!lyra is not a liar. she tells lies occasionally, but it isn’t a part of who she is. when she is confronted by the harpies in the world of the dead, it just doesn’t hit the same, because it doesn’t force her to reconsider her outlook, doesn’t challenge her to resolve things in a new way. it removes the personal growth from her voyage

I can understand and accept many of the changes made in the tv series, even if I don’t like them. I know that they’ve been pushed for budget and runtime, and that some aspects of the books just wouldn’t translate well to a live-action television programme. but this change to lyra is something I cannot forgive. it alters her character so fundamentally - it makes her less interesting, less unique, less resourceful, and it strips out the foundations of her narrative arc. there was no good reason for it at all

[townpostin]

Graduation Ceremony for 2021-24 Batch Held at Mrs. KMPM Vocational College

Event marks a significant milestone in the academic journey of the students. Mrs. KMPM Vocational College celebrated the graduation of the 2021-24 batch on July 31, 2024, marking a significant milestone in the students’ academic journey. JAMSHEDPUR – Several distinguished guests attended the graduation ceremony for the 2021-24 cohort at Mrs. KMPM Vocational College. Notable attendees at the event…

[stacys-mom-has-got-it-goin-on]

kid: mom! those hot guys you like moved in next door? those guys called marooned 5?

mom: *sprints through the kitchen, knocking past kitchen chairs* move, move!!!

*slids across floor, slams into sliding glass door, stumbles back a little, composes self*

kid: *opens sliding glass door*

mom: *continues running*

[getupthestairs]

i do NOT remember nativity! (2009) being this gay good god

[strawberry-miiiiiiiiiiiilk]

sitting in my room for a half hour thinking about how if we lived in a better world Ada Wong would be the Ilsa Faust of Resident Evil (primarily in how she's introduced in Rogue Nation), with a dynamic to leon not unlike Fujiko Mine's and Lupin's in which they are both extremely competent and in situations in which they may have to work against and occasionally with each other on a mission, but ultimately are forced to stay apart and while they may be apart and even have different love interests from each other, ultimately still care deeply for one another. They are compelled to go after each other in part because it's so difficult and they are so often in circumstances in which they can't be with each other. The thrill of the chase and all that.

Ada being only tangentially related to the other character's stories because the world is simply larger than them and she has her own concerns and problems to deal with, and to have that be given any care or weight in a story, let alone focus. That she can be cunning and even manipulative but because she needs to and will still choose not to when the chips are down because she is genuinely caring--which I know none of that is new ground for her but I wish it was done in a more interesting way and *without leon at all*. She chooses to show mercy in a key point not because she's in love with that other character.

And also that she has more personality. I dig the subdued nature of her in 4r and her subtle sarcasm but it's just crumbs. I want her to be silly on occasion and say dumb jokes because she's alone like in 2r. I want her to shed a bit of that seriousness when she's on the clock because she's confident in herself as a professional and again has no one to put up a façade to.

It's honestly kinda embarrassing reading this back as I realize most of what I'm writing is not only already present in the games but incredibly tropey in and of itself, and wouldn't improve the character much. Dear god I think too much of my view of the character has been marred by shallow fanworks depicting her. I think if anything it's a sign that:

I'm a shit writer and need to do way more than watch movies and gesture vaguely at them to come up w a decent story or character (that being said as much as I prefer Fallout as a film, I stand by my earlier statement of Ilsa Faust being the ideal spy woman as she's depicted in Rogue Nation as she has a distinct set of goals and needs that are complex and developed largely tangentially to the protagonist's, at least initially).

It's going to take a completely new approach to her character to get something remotely interesting and that takes advantage of her potential.

For as mired in tropes as she and every other character and story in Resident Evil is, Ada could be far more memorable and enjoyable if only there was more care and effort to giver at least some interests and goals (perhaps even...characterization) on her own other than being a sexy love interest and potentially traitorous (as so many femme fatales already are).

[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

Itoshi Sae

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now. 

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait. 

fucking wait. 

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes. 

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze. 

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness. 

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

Shidou Ryusei

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too. 

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet. 

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence. 

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come. 

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it. 

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day. 

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love. 

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare. 

though you wouldn’t back down. 

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor. 

what a little devil, he thought. 

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

Isagi Yoichi

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for. 

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew. 

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded. 

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat. 

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble. 

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind. 

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi. 

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent. 

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there. 

husband. you called him your husband. 

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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