#mady

[psychicvoidtale]

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[capi-art]

Y mady?? Tendrá rediseño ella? ¿?

Mady es la que más me costo en su Re-Diseño 😭😭😭 NO SABIA Q PONERLE LPM

[innerduckgladiator]

Mady

[postcard-from-the-past]

Mady Christians on a vintage postcard

[itsmeatballworld]

i actually thought your username was the funniest thing i ever heard when i followed you like i was legit cackling about it and to this day it still makes me smile every time i read it i think it’s so cute and silly i love it 😭🫶

AWWWE I love that haha!! it's been my username since I made my account in 2016/2017 and oddly enough i refuse to change it - someone will have to pry it from my cold little hands!!

cute and silly is the only way to go 😂

[elmanitoo]

extraño los wiwichus :’c

de Pepsi Co

[gamermousedraws]

The year 2024 must be the year of "mouse gets back into using the tumble account she's had for like 4 years"

I watched Across the Spiderverse with my boyfriend recently and something about it made me finally bite the bullet that was chambered after watching the first movie so with some help from a mutual in a server, I made a spider version of the beloved Mady

Spider Mady/Spider-Gold has a pretty uneventful spider bite incident: an escaped science experiment finds its way into her little Bronx apartment where she's living with her older sister and bit her in her sleep. Initially, the sweet summer child chalks the spider-ification symptoms (lengthening limbs/growthspurt, worsening eyesight, sudden extra hair on her face, arms, and legs) to either puberty or some other hormone imbalance and just tries to deal with it. That is until about the first time she accidentally gets stuck to a wall or shoots web out her wrist because this bich gets organic web thwippers™

Then it becomes the usual big game of "try to keep the spider stuff secret while the local (insert villain here) is trying to run me for my foams AND prom is tomorrow :0". I'm still working out story points and plot bits and I'm not certain if any portal hopping will happen in cannon, but for now, I present ✨she✨

[cyaneworks]

Commish for @madykattmod-blog

Donny is no more uwu Mady transformed them into old Mady

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[el3ctraaa]

2024

THIS IS NOT YOUR GRAVE

LOOK STRANGERS IN THE EYE

I WILL HAVE A GOOD DAY

I AM VERY YOUNG AND STILL LEARNING HOW TO LIVE

DO IT SCARED

ASSUME THE BEST

WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN

[psychicvoidtale]

Happy couple

[eowynstwin]

Price x Reader. Age gap. Divorced Price. Older BF Price. Vaguely smutty. Follow-up to this.

Price realizes you’ve never had a reliable man in your life exactly the second time he discovers you looking up DIY home maintenance for very simple projects.

It missed him the first time because he was deployed. You’d mentioned offhand how you were figuring out how to rebalance a ceiling fan, and he’d just automatically assumed that you were doing it yourself because he wasn’t there, so he simply praised you for your resourcefulness and lived for the next three weeks off of the way you’d absolutely glowed at his words.

But then he gets home, and one evening on the couch he catches you googling “how to fix a leaky sink.”

“What’s that?” he asks you, tamping down on the sudden feeling of masculine inadequacy that reared up almost immediately at the discovery.

“Faucet handle’s leaking all over my counter when I turn it on,” you say, not looking up from your phone. “Landlord’s out of town and can’t fix it.”

“I’m in town, ain’t I?”

You look up at him then, brows raised. You hadn’t even considered asking him, then.

“Oh—I didn’t want to bother you, John, you only just got back, and you’re tired…”

You trail off at the droll expression on his face.

Price has learned a lot of lessons from his previous marriage. The foundational one: just because he hasn’t been asked to help doesn’t mean he is believed to be unreliable. Adding that lesson to his knowledge base about you—young, modern, independent—calculates out an obvious answer that curtails any sour mood that might have sprouted up over the issue.

He puts his hand over your phone screen and lowers it down to your lap. “I’m fixin’ the sink,” he says simply.

He enjoys the way your eyes dilate at the assertion.

The next day, he shows up at your flat wearing old work clothes and carrying his heavy toolbox in his hand.

(You don’t live together yet—something he’s keen to rectify—but he has a toothbrush in your bathroom and permanent space in your bedroom drawers. He can be content for now.)

And you—you answer the door in the filmiest of sundresses, the ribbon tie on one shoulder hanging at a loose angle.

“Heard you need some plumbing done,” he says in the gruffest of voices, already understanding the game.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” you say, barely able to hide your giggle, “I’ve been so worried.”

He steps in close to you, close enough to feel the heat of your body radiating off of your bare skin. He has half a mind to put the charade aside and lift your skirt here and now, but another lesson helpfully springs to mind: anticipation of the act makes the finale all the sweeter.

“I’ll show you to the kitchen,” you murmur, looking up at him with warm, dreamy eyes.

When he gets under the sink, he finds the problem easy enough to fix—the cold water supply line simple isn’t screwed in tight enough, and when he wiggles the whole contraption by the valves he finds that nothing has been tightened up to standard. A couple of years knocking the thing around had probably loosened up the locknut.

He elects to fix the whole problem in one go, while in the meantime you stand off to the side, watching him. He feels your eyes on his legs, trailing up to the hair on his belly exposed by his shirt riding up.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I should’ve said before,” you simper, “but I’m not really sure how I’m gonna pay for this.”

His cock jumps in his jeans, and he feels your gaze move to it as if it’s a physical touch.

He levers himself out a little and meets your eyes, keeping a stern expression on his face.

“I’m sure you’re gonna figure it out,” he says. Looking down at his groin and then back up at your face might be a touch unsubtle, but clear communication had been the most important lesson of all.

He slides himself back under, and pretends he doesn’t feel you approach, or lower to your knees between his spread legs. He ignores your gentle hands falling on the closure of his jeans, the pop of the button coming undone, the parting of the zipper as you pull it down.

“Of course, sir,” you say, “I’m sure I will.”

The softness of your hand meets his growing erection, caressing the head of his cock with your thumb—followed very close behind by the wet, liquid heat of your mouth.

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[defnotmadie]

the one thing i want to be able to do as a writer is make people come back to something ive written. i want that piece of text to haunt them, i want their thoughts to be briefly consumed by this. i want this to be something they remember long after its time. thats the one thing i want to do

[postcard-from-the-past]

Ernst Deutsch and Mady Christians on a vintage postcard

[itsmeatballworld]

HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR <33

may this new year bring you lots of inspiration to create and an abundance of joy!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎊🎆 💖

Same to you lovely!! All good things to come!!

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