#madison heart

[diabolimeservavit666]

My Issues with a certain Deafy Girl

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[bearbug55]

Hey……… ask me about my highschool au…pl eas..ee…heh…..

[strawbeekiwi]

Some Heart of the Woods art

[chanallotgrounds]

[ship-garbage-pile]

Madi finds it such a shame Linda won't go back to the pigtails look

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

purgatory being revealed as the place dead monsters go in s8 is so funny bcos it completely changes early episodes. do you think sam shoots awake one night having realised that when he killed his werewolf girlfriend madison from s2 he actually sent her to. monster hell. "this is the way you can save me, please, i'm asking you to save me" sam did NOT save girl sam put girl through the desaturated monster blender

[hellhoundlair]

general question for anyone whod care to answer: was there a moment that supernatural really clicked for you? for me i was enjoying it as a casual viewer for the first season but by the end of Heart it clicked and i went from enjoyment to obsessed

[gildedsammy]

Supernatural || 2.17 Heart

[self-declared-feminist-icon]

I believe Sean Baker should be drawn and quartered, actually

[allatariel]

WIP Wednesday!

@gordopickett tagged me earlier this week—thank you <3—and I planned to do it today and then of course forgot until the evening. I should have just done it and scheduled it to post today, but I had hoped to work more on Love at the Drafting Table and post that. Alas—I talk about a project and then life conspires to keep me from working on it!

Instead, below is an older, very rough snippet from another languishing, unfinished WIP, The Calculus of Grief, written at the end of April.

Tagging: @madamairlock, @littlelindentree, @caitylove, @shu-of-the-wind, @fireandsoup

More tags (split to work around broken tumblr tagging): @imsfire2, @cryscal, @air-mechanical, @youreorangeyoumoron, @wanderleave

And anyone else who might want to <3

Though the school year had barely just begun, it was actually still a month out from the second anniversary of Sergei’s first day teaching at Spiro T. Agnew High School. October 1, 1995 felt like a lifetime ago. To be honest, he tried to think about the time before as little as possible. But today was a different anniversary: September 4. Today it was harder than most days to ignore the gaping hole in the center of his life. Two years ago today he and his family had landed in Germany. After an hour of debriefing and setting the wheels in motion, of letting hope run wild and selecting a name to bear during their transition, he had called Margo from his hotel room. He had been overjoyed to see her, and when he hung up, his mother had joined him from the adjoining room where his father slept, with his sisters and their families resting safely down the hall. She had asked him about this woman who had saved him, who so clearly held the heart of her firstborn, her only son. So, Sergei had told her their story. For the first time in his life, he was free to tell his mother about the woman he had been in love with for well over ten years. Hours later, when the news reached them, she had pulled him sobbing into her arms as she had when he was small, before the births of his sisters. That was the only time he had given into the despair of losing her. He was trying to live, to stay safe as she had told him. To keep his family safe. And the only way he could manage to do that, to go on, was to leave it all behind. But then just last night he had seen on the news that the Sojourner 1 astronauts and Mars-94 cosmonauts had finally returned to Earth. After their nearly two year ordeal, the world joined in their joy and relief as the survivors were reunited with their loved ones. Sergei had watched Rolan Baranov, the cosmonaut turned astronaut—a defector like himself—be reunited with his American wife and son. His wife who had survived the bombing of JSC. Unlike Margo. Sergei honestly wasn’t sure how he’d made it into work at all. “Mr. Bezukhov?” Principal Alice Nikolsky—not Nikolskaya—called as she knocked on the door of the classroom. “We have a new student for your homeroom. She’s just transferred up from Huntsville, Alabama.” A young girl stepped into the doorway, her pale orange hair falling around wire rim glasses and shadowing her pale freckled face. She looked up, her blue eyes so like his mother’s, his own catching him already off guard as Alice introduced her, “Madison Morgan.”  Seryozha, if you do not let yourself mourn her, she will haunt you forever. His mother’s plea rose in his mind as he took in this child, bouncing nervously on balls of her feet. In another life they could have had a daughter who looked like this girl.

[zub1n-th3-gr3at]

([{It must be nice, it must be nice.. To have Harmony on your side.}])

Heart, Mind, and Soul as James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, and Aaron Burr from the Hamilton musical!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[isalabells]

I don't care what people think of me. I know what I did in the past, and why I did it. And I know why I'm doing this now. That's all that matters.

[mishaesque]

Scenic Supernatural 2.17 Heart

[buster-loves-pr]

ngl sometimes PR makes me scream about how they write siblings rangers (Blake and Hunter, Gem and Gemma, Javi and Izzy those guys were perfect with how it was done)

Like dude, why can’t Vida and Madison get an episode together. How about Ryan and Dana. She tried to reason with him and it almost work come on. (Ninja steel, you could have win me over if Levi and Brody bonded more bc they literally hadn’t seen each other in 10 years!?)