#Chadison

[sirkoru]

[god-offical]

Chad Chadison

Lake Lakeison? I am scared of that man

[fuzzy-oooze]

what if there was a fish named chad chadison king of chad

Chad

[alexmercersfannypack0]

ship juke and not chadison. chadison is a friendship. ship lalex and not chowen. chowen is a bromance. ship julie and nick, not madi and sacha. they are friends only. don’t ship carrie and alex and don’t ship sav and owen. friends. only. thats all :)

[4x01]

IM SO. I DIDNT EVEN SEE THE WORD WEDDINGS

[plushie-diagnosis]

penguin plush my cousin got at an aquarium one time (note: she lays on it so much its like flatter than what a white woman thinks the earth is)

Name: Generic YA/Teen Romance Main Character. AKA: Poppy

Skill: reading books, being smart, being so so short and small and tiny, and being a feminist

Quote: "Oh, Bradison Chadison? Ugh, he's such a jerk 🙄🙄 sure he's cute I guess but he's so stupid. At least he's tall and cute"

#209

[newbrckenscene-a]

Yep just @diirtbagss and myself realizing that n.o s.hame is about Chadison and realizing we’ll have to see Chaz’s funeral tomorrow 🙃

[randalsandal]

mine is a shit-brown penguin named Chadison

“What’s your spirit animal?” We’re white Rebecca we don’t have spirit animals ask me what my fursona is like you meant to ask u fucking coward

[sirkoru]

[sebdoesthings]

Brad, son of Chadison the 3rd

Brad

[asksirispentious]

[scribbledsketches]

She hadn’t meant to leave. Well, okay, she totally meant to leave the house, since she had to work the late shift at the bar. But that was it. Just go to work and come home. It wasn’t like they’d never argued before. It wasn’t even a big fight like the “Chris needs a younger sibling” or “I really think you should sell the bike” discussions they’d had pretty regularly over the past couple of months. She’d agreed to go to fucking couple’s counseling, for God’s sake, and she hated therapists. She’d seen enough of them growing up to last a lifetime, and if you added in the few that they’d tried after the whole kidnapping thing, she was ready to swear off of them forever.

But it was Maddie. For Maddie, she’d do just about anything. Even sit through sixty minutes of some quack telling them that parenting was putting stress on their marriage. No, really? They were shelling out a hundred an hour for that pearl of wisdom? And don’t get her started on when the woman had leveled her with a stare, taken on that quiet I’m-not-being-accusatory! voice, and told her that she was afraid of people leaving. No shit! It was a breakthrough of epic proportions! One the matron at the orphanage had figured out about eighteen years ago. 

They fought about a helmet. 

Which, for the record, she was wearing! But a helmet can only protect so much. It’s worth it to note that her head is pretty intact when the paramedics cut it off, but there is something really wet and thick making her mussed up hair stick to her head and hang low in her eyes. All she can see are flashes of blue and red and she’s not really sure if that’s a siren or her own voice making that godawful noise. All she knows is she’s praying to whatever gods exist to take her consciousness from her, and she’s not exactly religious. But then heavy eyelids close, and the picture burned there is of her beautiful wife, with their pretty much perfect son, and the high-pitched screeching fades into a rapid, but recognizable thump-thump.

Oh. Heart monitor. Right.

She’s not sure why she’s able to grasp on to certain thoughts or feelings, but she holds on like her life’s depending on it (and maybe it is) and as the guys load her broken body into the ambulance, she catches a blurry picture of a bunch of roses plastered and crushed in the roadway. It’s probably just the dizziness that makes the scarlet bleed all over the road, but it looks kind of artistic. 

There is a moment of clarity inside the ambulance. She hears the monitor get unsteady again and flings her right arm out wildly, wanting the torn up leather jacket that someone had dragged inside with them. Her cell phone’s in there. She has to call her, because the last thing they say to each other can’t be Just go and Fine (she always had to have the last word). 

She didn’t plan to leave like this. For all of her risk taking and impulsiveness, she’d always banked on growing really old and getting really rich and dying in her sleep (she spent enough time doing that). Going down in a blaze of glory was cool and her teenage self would’ve loved it. Her wise old twenty-something self wanted all that Nicholas Sparks bullshit: the house and the kids and, hell, grandkids and growing old. This wasn’t fair. Not to her, sure, but not to Madison, and sure as hell not to Chris. 

Her last words are surprisingly clear, considering. Fuck you.

One missed call. 

One new voicemail. 

Hey, Mads. Beat. You know, I love the bike and all, but I love you more. So if I have to, I’ll put it on eBay, long as I get to pick the car of my choice. Also, I’ll be later than normal getting home. I’m doing that thing where you know you’re wrong and try to make up for it with flowers and kissing you awake. I’m sorry. You’re right. I love you. Oh, and will you please tell Christopher that we’re not watching Where the Wild Things Are again tomorrow? I can practically recite it by now. I love you. Did I say that already? Oh well. I’ll see you soon.

[mysticalmara]

idk if i posted this yet but heres my Chadison edit.

They're one of my otps .

p e r f e c t i o n

[getontherocketship]

I made it yesterday ♥ Hope you guys like it!

Song: We Found Love (Narration)

Artist: Rihanna ft. Calvin Harris

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