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Stay… (Jake Webber X Reader)
Summary:
“I’m at the hospital” “What do you mean?!”
Word Count: 1,046
TW: Hurt/Comfort, Arguments, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Head Injury, Use of Y/N
You almost never fight, but everyone has their breaking point… and tonight appeared to be both of yours. It wasn’t even anything big. Jake had to go to an important dinner meeting, and you felt left out. By the time he got home you were already in a mood, which only pissed him off. He was just trying to help, but you refused to tell him what was wrong.
“It’s not a big deal.” you lied through your teeth. It hurt your feelings when he didn’t invite you to dinner, when you knew for a fact that the other influencers had brought their partners. “Don’t worry about it” your words were laced with venom.
A look flashed across his face that was unreadable, but his words quickly filled in the context. “Oh… so that’s what we’re doing?” He was really starting to get mad now. It was too late to tell him that it really didn’t matter, and that you just want to forget about the whole ordeal. “You refuse to tell me why your mad, and you just get pissy when i ask… I’m done trying to have a rational fucking discussion with you”
You knew that he was right, but his words just made you more upset. “I shouldn’t have to fucking tell you why I’m mad Jake, maybe if you thought about anyone other than yourself you could figure it out!” At this point tears were streaming down your face, and you could see that they had started to form in his eyes as well. You didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, but you also didn’t know how else to make him understand that he really hurt you.
“I can’t stand you when you act like this…” He turned to walk to your shared room as he said this. The pain in your heat grew tenfold hearing him say he couldn’t stand you. You knew he didn’t mean it, but that didn’t soften the blow. You immediately walked into y’all’s room and stated grabbing clothes from your drawer, quickly packing them into a tote bag. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He looked confused.
“Since you ‘can’t stand me’ right now, i figured I’d get out of your hair… I’m going to a friends house.” You watched as he tried to think of something to say, before eventually deciding to let you go. You both needed some space and time to reset.
You quickly packed enough clothes for a week, before going down to your car. You wanted him to stop you, but you knew that he wouldn’t. You don’t blame him, you knew he didn’t want you to go… but you also know that he needed space too. As you started driving you realized that you didn’t know where you were going, you decided to find a lot to park in and call a friend.
As you exited the highway you noticed that traffic was coming to a stop, so you started to slow down. A strange sense of panic rushed over you as you looked in your rear view mirror. Oh shit oh shit oh-
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You woke up 3 minutes later to EMS crowded around your car. You quickly roll your window down and ask what happened. As they explain what happened you reach up to touch your throbbing head, only to see blood on your hand as you pull it away. You got very light headed at the sight of the blood, and suddenly everything was dark again.
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As soon as you got to the hospital you knew you needed to call Jake. You waited until thy were done with your exam, partially because you wanted to know how bad it was… but mostly because you were scared that Jake wouldn’t answer. How were you supposed to know that Jake had been crying since you left, just hoping you would call. The phone rang three times before you heard a sleepy voice greeting you.
“Y/N?” You realize that you didn’t responded fast enough when he speaks again. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m in the hospital.” Your voice breaks a little at the end, you haven’t stopped crying since you woke up in the ambulance. Unfortunately for the EMS people you refuse to talk abut anything other than the fight.
“What do you mean!?” This broke you, you couldn’t handle the thought of Jake being mad at you anymore. “Y/N, where are you?”
You told him what hospital you were at, and that you were okay. Jake was there in less than five minutes, you didn’t question how he got there so quick. As soon as you saw him you started crying… again. You could see the look on his face change from worry to relief to shock within three seconds of finding you. You understood why… the nurse had let you look at yourself in a mirror, and it wasn’t good.
Once he registered that he had found you, he rushed to you. “What happened, are you okay?” He reached up to inspect the bruises and small cuts on your face. You flinched away. It hurt to move your face, and someone touching it right now wasn’t something you wanted to think of.
“I’m so sorry… for everything” Jake quickly assured you that hew was sorry too, and that it wasn’t your fault that any of this happened. “They said that i could go home as soon as i got a ride.”
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As soon as you and Jake got home he started making a bed on the couch. It didn’t register what he was doing at first. “You can take the bed, I’m sure it isn’t good to sleep on the couch after an accident.”
He was being so respectful, but all that you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. “Don’t…” It was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it, you didn’t know what to say. “Can you please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone.” He followed you to y’all’s shared bed, doing his best to hold you without upsetting a bruise. You fell asleep to him telling you how much he loves you, and you’ve never felt safer.
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I hope that y’all enjoyed it, feel free to send a request my way.
-Madi <;3
#johnnie and jake#2010s youtube#hot emo boy#jake webber imagine#hurt/comfort#car accident#jake webber fluff#jake webber#jake webber imagines#jake webber x reader#Jake Webber angst#Madi writes things#madi makes things
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COLTON HAYNES GRADUATED FROM THE SAME HIGHSCHOOL AS ME?!?!?!?
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I guess I wrote myself?!
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black sails + tumblr text post I have on my phone (pt. 2/?)
#today i bring you this#tomorrow? who knows#im sorry but i will continue posting these for my own amusement#coping mechanism against the horrors#(my life)#i made these during a meeting bc i was bored as hell#blackbeard looks at jack like he was a pokemon idk how to explain#the only thing standing between me and a rewatch is my dissertation and work#when will it end#black sails#black sails crack#tumblr text meme#anne bonny#max black sails#jack rackham#blackbeard#madi black sails#long john silver#james flint#charles vane#silverflint#user purrvaire#if anyone's wondering#yes i do have a shit ton of these posts bc they never fail to make me laugh#my phone gallery is an experience
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there are so many things that i love about this clip
#so many things to say about this#the way he smiles at madi n the way she smiles back 🥰#WE GONNA MAKE SMORES TONIGHT#i love how crazy he b lol i just luv him#him hugging nick 🥹#i love this man so much#everything about this vid is why i love him#so much of his personality in this lil clip#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets
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"For the telling of tales is one thing, and the turf of the telling another."
pg. 247, Devil House, John Darnielle
#black sails#john silver#james flint#jack rackham#max bs#madi bs#silverflint#silvermadi#madisilverflint#mine#black sails edit#thank you to my lovely mutual for commenting on that post i made which encouraged me to actually make this#i originally was going to use similar caps to other edits that ive also reused many times before but as i was looking through the episode#i thought it might be more interesting to use different caps. change up my frequently used scenes. change some implications. you know#also i did edit the blood in the final pic to. imply things. hopefully looks okay#might have more devil house edits to come. some day.
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when none of the DC friends are online right now so I'm just crying about Guy Gardner by myself-
#Madi rambles#HE MAKES ME SAD SO SAD#do I have gripes with N52? yes- so many- especially for Diana's wonder woman run that was a shitshow#but so far the GL corps (while I have a few issues with it) has been hurting me with Guy's characterization#in both good and negative ways but mostly in the way that the guardians are trying to tell him that they see value in him and that he's bee#overlooked by all the other earth lanterns and he just laughs at them cause he's really still expecting to be reprimanded for something-#Like he doesn't know that the Guardians are lying to his face and toying with him to get him gone from the corps so they can continue their#rise of the third army plan WHICH IS A WHOLE THING AND GUY ENDS UP IN JAIL ON EARTH IT'S A WHOLE THING THAT'S SO MENTIONED IN MY RISE OF TH#THIRD ARMY RECAP DOC TRUST#But Guy doesn't know that right now! He is just laughing because he thinks they're screwing with him just on the general basis that he neve#seems to do anything right in this corps#Like even with arguing with Saalak he said “Trusting Sinestro to do the right thing's like trusting me not to do the wrong thing!” LIKE OW?#Just oh his characterization makes me sad this is a man who has been overlooked again and again and doesn't believe anyone would ever think#he did the right thing and has come to terms with that and HE MAKES ME SAD GUY GARDNER YOU MAKE ME SAD#and don't get me started about how they changed basically ALL of Guy's lore when they rebooted to the N52 like it's actually insane
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everytime i rewatch black sails, i find myself like vane more and more ngl. the first season really tries hard to trick you into thinking he’s just unnecessarily, banally, and uncompellingly an asshole (in the overwhelmingly compelling asshole show), whose one redeeming feature is that he’s kinda pathetic too. but geez s2 really nails home everytime that hes the best and the coolest and the most honest (maybe even most compassionate) of the mcs up until this point, barring anne of course. and on top of that i actually kind of think he has the best pre-s3 speeches. like obvs s4 flint is yknow s4 flint. and s3 max is so insane i actually cant handle it. but oh my god charles vane’s letter and his fuck your legitimacy eleanor speech and his hanging speech are so good. and fuck what i said earlier isnt even true. bc his s1 speech while hes looking in the eyes of the little boy he used to be is actually like the bestest. like fuck ok. charles vane is the best actually. #1 anarchist boy. 10/10 would want him in my commune. hed point blank refuse to help with the dishes tho so 😬.
#black sails#charles vane#kaz queuekker#i know other people have said this before#but i always forget how much this dude rocks#his cheesy archetypal veneer#makes him so easy to overlook amongst all the brighter shinier characters#its genuinely such a crime they wasted him on a stupid blackbeard plotline#when we could have had him w/madi in the maroon plotline#or even touched on what they were even trying to so w/the white slave plotline#which makes zero sense to do in a show set in 1715#a whole charles vane lifetime (maybe) after bacon’s rebellion#and the shift away from indentured servitude#(due to concerns over race and class solidarity)#in favor of racialized heavily codified and lifelong inherited slavery#which while again is too early for the showz setting#wouldve at least been thematically relevant#a million times more than a lazy regurgitation#of the mythologizing blackbeard thing#in the deconstructing pirate myths show???#but i digress
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Black Sails I: "A YOUNG SAILOR enters."
COOK: Oh, so you're a coward then?
JOHN SILVER YOUNG SAILOR: Yeah. You too?
Item the first: Where do I begin with John Silver? Actually, let's start from a different angle. John Silver begins Here, no sooner and no later than he sees The Opportunity (though he does not know the Narrative has chosen him just yet, nor that aligning his fiscal goals with those of Captain Flint will irrevocably alter the course of his life) and he takes it.
My first impression of John Silver is that he was a cheeky bastard an impish scoundrel who was possessed of the bad habit of biting off more than he could chew and just enough strategic/ballsy charm to walk away relatively unscathed. I was drawn in by the fact that he was equipped with a dashing smile, at least before, you know, everything that followed, but you could tell behind his big blue eyes that he was playing some sort of 4D Chess.
I would like to credit the writers, showrunners, and actor man Luke Arnold for unfolding this character like a map with only half a key. He intrigues me, he infuriates me, I hate him forever, I love and forgive him implicitly, I cringe when he makes me think of myself. That rare sense of unbalance and discomfort brought on by a story is something I will treasure and hope to even come close to brushing against again. There is a John Silver imprint on my heart, thanks to this story, my own personal Black Spot.
#my art#black sails#john silver#characters that live in my head and don't pay rent#man convinced flint that their interests were aligned like 3 days in#but has yet to convince me that he could handle making a grilled cheese sandwich#if only we could still outright lie on our resumes so easily#only thing i would change about the show#is for silver to have 1 (one) positive cooking experience#maybe serving flint or madi some stew he whipped up would have fixed something i dunno
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the best qualities a protagonist can have are being weird & obsessive & off putting & also hearing a scary noise at night & running head on directly toward without hesitation it while your friends stand there screaming & also finding out someone might be a murder suspect & immediately without hesitation first thing going to see them alone at night & without backup without even telling anyone & I mean this so sincerely pip fitz amobi the girl that u are
#I fucking love her#the last time I was this immediately enamored by a tv show protagonist it was Madi in School Spirits#very different characters & everything#I’m not making a comparison just saying that’s the last time I met a tv show protagonist & was like ok I’m hooked I’d do anything for u#the most important thing a tv show can have is a compelling female protagonist actually#tv tag#a good girls guide to murder
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Ok but how many times in her life has Madi had to listen to asshole captains who wander onto her island compare themselves to Odysseus, and make implications about her or her mom being Circe.
#she must have grown up with this#like yeah mom's executing sailors again#and when madi gets old enough to be in the meetings they just look at each other and roll their eyes whenever it happens#and make jokes about yeah we'll be out here eating roast pork#and send em back to the cages#black sails#madi#i'm finally writing more flint and madi stuff#they sure would have things to talk about
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Nobody Pt. 1
(C.Sturniolo X Reader)
Summary:
Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places
Word Count: 1,009
TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it definitely happens and is talked about), Blood, Violence, Hurt Comfort, Not edited, Bad stuff under the cut
A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to pop in t let you know that my DM’s are always open if you need someone to talk to. I use y writing as a safe and healthy outlets for the destructive thoughts, but reading i these sorts of things isn’t healthy for everyone… keep yourself safe.
-Madi <3
Y/N’s POV
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“What do you want?” I ask when I see Chris walk into my room without knocking. I didn’t mean for it to sound so rude, but it just kind of happens when i talk to him. I don’t even remember why we hate each other, and i bet he doesn’t either… its just always been like this.
“Nick was too lazy to come upstairs…” he stared at me for a second before continuing. “We’re going out to film, do you want us to get You something for dinner?”
“I’ll just text nick what I want” as he leaves i wonder if he even cares. I only live with him because Nick and Matt begged me to come to LA with them after HighSchool. Nick and i have been best friends since eighth grade when I transferred to their district, and Matt has always been nice to me… but Chris never seemed to like me, eventually i stopped going out of my way to be nice to him.
I hear the door closes, quickly followed by the sound of Matt pulling out of the driveway.
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How did i get here? Nick would be so mad at me… he would never say it, but i know it’s frustrating when people you care about keep making the same mistakes. I look down at my thighs, realizing that I can’t even see the individual cuts through the blood. I should have just woken Nick up, if i had I wouldn’t be in this situation.
The tears have mostly stopped flowing at this point, and the adrenaline is dying down. The weight of what I’ve done starts to set in. I need to clean this up, I need to get help, I need to get Nic-
“What the fuck” as I look up I’m met with the icy blue eyes of Chris. Before I can process what is happening he is yanking the blade out of my hand and flushing it down the toilet. “Y/N, look at me… what happened?” Seeing the panic in his eyes makes me feel bad, he was never supposed to have to deal with this.
“Can you please get the first aid kit from under my bed?” The words roll off my tongue with ease. He just stared at me with fear in his eyes. “I’ll be fine, just go” with that he turned around and went to my room.
Chris returned a few minutes later, with my large first aid kit, and a gas station bag in his hands. I had been desperately trying to clean up some of the mess with toilet paper, but I was mostly failing. “Can you please sit on the side of the bathtub?” I stared up at him in confusion. “Please Y/N… please just let me help you clean up”
“do you even know what you’re doing?” His response consisted of turning his phone to face me, an article on how to clean self harm wounds staring back at me. “Fine…” I did what he asked and positioned myself on the side of the tub.
Chris started by wiping up what I had missed from the floor, quickly moving to sit in between my legs. As he started cleaning me up, I realized how intimate our position was. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes, but I could tell that he was holding back tears. After he stopped all the bleeding, and cleaned off the wounds he just stared for a second… and it broke me.
the tears started streaming down my face again, nothing could’ve stopped them. “Don’t tell Nick… he can’t know I’m doing this again.”
He finally looked up at me, taking a breath to steady himself before speaking. “again?” I just stared. He finished up what he was doing in silence before finally speaking. “Ok… I won’t tell Nick, as long as you let me help you with this”
“I don’t need help Chris.” He didn’t respond, causing me to panic. “Fine, but nobody can know about this.” He held out his pinky, I locked mine into his… an unspoken promise between us.
Chris disposed of any evidence, before carrying me to his room. I was too tired to protest, and it’s not like anyone would be up early enough to notice. He gave me a pair of sweats, and climbed into the bed with me.
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I woke up to Chris laying practically on top of me, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. For a moment I didn’t mind… until I saw the time.
“wake up!” I shook him lightly, his eyes flutter open before widening at the position he was currently in. “I need to get up, me and Nick are supposed to go get breakfast for a video… he can’t know that I slept in here.” Chris quickly rolled off of me, and I rushed down the stairs.
As I made my way into the living room I could see Matt and Nick, sitting in silence. They looked at me at the same time, just as Chris came down the stairs to join us.
“Why are you wearing his sweat pants?” Nick stared daggers into my soul. “They must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry…” I hated lying to my best friend, but he couldn’t know.
“I see… what’s your fake excuse for being in his bed this morning?” I looked at Chris quickly as we walked closer to his brothers. He met my eyes, unsure of what the right decision was.
“please Chris…” I whispered. “You promised me you wouldn’t tell him.” I see Chris make a decision, and before I can stop him he opens his mouth.
“We slept together.” He looked at me, apologizing with his eyes. I look between Nick and Matt, trying to judge their reactions. While this wasn’t ideal, it was better than the truth… until I saw Nick get up.
in a matter of seconds Nick had punched Chris across the face. After flexing his hand, he looked at me with nothing but hatred before walking away.
#madi makes things#madi writes things#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo#chris x reader#christopher sturniolo#christopher sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets#matt#nick sturniolo#sh!reader#angst#hurt/comfort
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like seeing these two speeches next to each other you know that man was lying. flint literally said the opposite two seconds ago and now silver is saying reorienting to the daylight about the idea of flint not only being pushed back into civilization but also being locked up on a farm for the rest of his life. the idea that flint wasn't himself all that time must be a comforting lie for silver to tell himself like maybe i didn't know him at all actually...... way to pretend he wasn't clear headed about his goals and the most himself he's ever been and also in love with you, you absolute loser
#liar boy couldn't even make up a good lie#also the fact that we've seen madi who is a clear parallel to flint consistently and clearly choosing the war over silver and#like a billion other things... he's so dead :/
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i miss caring about sports in a fun way :( now i get more enjoyment listening to a podcast explaining the sinner doping case and widespread doping in tennis than i do watching tennis :( the denis and felix and bianca scores...depressing. the bianca/jasmine gigglefest at the net was SOOOO cute....but it's all so...pointless to me but not in a fun way. and i know not relating to posts on tumblr.com is not an actual problem in any sense but there is no community or fandom or whatever anymore. like my ao3 is so separate from here and the pairings/characters i am interested in are sooooo not popular at ALL and most of the comments are people asking for more or whatever and it's just! ah!
#women's hockey is so much more complicated now#why can i not enjoy soccer like a normal person#every f1 post makes me want to kms#like why are you babying every single one of these men to the level of andrey rublev#elena fans are so exhausting on twitter#and men are so weird about her#sloane....did that#everything about madi gets related back to her loser coach husband (SORRY!)#the lesbians in media are genuinely vile people it's so heartbreaking#like i think it is a good thing that athletes are trying or whatever to get life laugh love work life balance#but i also think it makes sports so uninteresting to me sorry#and the fact that tennis is pushing NICK KYRGIOS so much#makes me sick to my stomach#i think my actual sports issue rn is that article about the bad hoover movie#and tyreek hill and brad pitt#and it's just like. oh this is not fun#and not having photoshop so not making gifs is like well#do i actually care? no
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Brinn @brinnanza made me a Madi to complete my pirate poly trio so here's some kissing.
They're in love 🥰💜🥰💜
#Silverflintmadi#silvermadiflint#flintsilvermadi#black sails#thoughts#personal#it's ot3 o clock#silverflint#madi scott#friend makes things!!#flintmadi#silvermadi
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Does military Clarke do anything special for Memorial Day like a BBQ with Lexa?
If she isn't deployed, yes!
Because they both come for military families, I can see Memorial Day being a thing that neither can skip on even if, truth be told, they'd rather stay in bed all day.
If Clarke's home they always end up being the ones in charge of the bbq which is stressful given they rarely have both sides of the family in their house plus friends and while they both keep a pretty clean and organized house, the entire weekend is spent cleaning and prepping so by the time memorial day arrives they'd rather just stay the fuck asleep.
As a rule, Lexa and Clarke avoid too much discussion about the military. Clarke knows Lexa would much rather her quit, and Lexa knows Clarke won't (for the time being) so they avoid the topic - aside from any episodes Clarke might have of course - but with their parents being military and the entire day being about what it is, they both know they are in for an exhausting day of never ending conversation about work, although its always a nice opportunity for Clarke to try and charm her father in law whose only trait he seems to like about her is her chosen career.
Lexa will spend most of the day cleaning and making food to avoid spending too much time in conversations unless its with Raven or Anya, but still finds herself caught between her mother and Abby, both asking about them moving, if Lexa has gotten that promotion yet "really honey, its not too late for a change in career" and the dread talk about kids because Lexa has told them her reasons for waiting while both women chucklr and tell her they were both perfectly fine to have kids while their partners (and themselves in Abby's case) were in the military and that Lexa and Clarke need to start thinking of giving them grandbabies.
The entire day is also a reminder for Lexa about what could happen to Clarke any day when she's deployed, and while the family is having a good time talking and laughing, Lexa just wants them to go home, although she does relax slightly everytime Clarke catches her for a bit and kisses her, giving her hip a gentle squeeze that makes Lexa smile.
(It's much worse when Clarke's deployed. God Lexa hates it when Clarke's deployed on this day. The Griffins usually host the get-together, and it feels so tense without Clarke there, a reminder that Clarke is out there and at any moment can just die. Not to mention how every time Abby insists on bringing out the damn pictures of Clarke as a kid and talking about her like she's gone and Lexa fucking hates it)
#letter opened#military clarke#there are days where Lexa wonders if the love she feels for Clarke is strong enough to always be insuch constant agony over her#it always is but god do days like this make it worse#when they have Aden and Madi and Clarke in the fire department Lexa feels much better to go and have a get together#not having to feel like its a reminder that clarke could die any day#its a weight off her shoulders really#even if things are even more tense between Clarke and Lexa's dad because he disapproves of her leaving
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