STAY ▬ ▃ ...

𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱,    focused   ── AND LETS FUCKING WIN.

[madelent]

𝑀adeleine "Maddy" Perez, ─── by isha.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ ANORA (2023) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

you're going to prison.

every single day you're doing better and better.

well, i'm gonna miss you.

who gave you permission?

i hope you had fun this week.

pleased to meet you.

oh, no, i am not going fucking anywhere.

they fucking do this every day.

i'll be there in ten minutes.

he just called me a hooker?

i've been working since i'm 16 years old.

well, i'm his fucking wife, so i do think i have a say in it.

yo, what do you want?

do you still talk to your family?

can you shut the fuck up, please?

shame on you!

now get the fuck out of my house.

yeah, i'm not interested in conversation, dude.

why did you bring that?

you work in a cool place.

can i sit in the front?

this car is very you.

in fact, i think i'm probably already pregnant.

you fucking bitch, you broke my nose!

it's nice to come back.

we have to talk.

he's probably not lost, perhaps he is kidnapped.

i don't even know what is going on here.

let's go apeshit on this fucking casino.

it is now my great honor

this is a real marriage, and i'm not getting a divorce.

bitch, don't die on the job.

you guys can just, like, eat whatever the fuck you want.

you hit the lotto, bitch.

bedroom's upstairs. let's go.

what do you know about driving? what do you know?

he came out of the bathroom one time, and he didn't zip up his fucking pants.

so you want to get married to me, you want me to be your little wifey?

i have shit to do, okay?

you fucking asked for this.

fucking psycho. fucking untie me.

i don't want to fucking sit next to you. i'm not getting back there with you.

do they know you do this?

what? are you making fun of me?

if you don't stop, i will tie you up!

very cozy, right?

you're not tying me up, motherfucker!

i'm not a fucking prostitute, you fucking piece of shit.

you are fucking pathetic, man.

did you pick up milk?

you are the fucking best.

is everything okay?

what's wrong with you? look at me.

chill out and come here, you know?

i am gonna fucking tell him.

you want to go to the atm right now?

mm.. don't fuck around.

your parents are on their way!

get the fuck away from me, please.

mm, so welcome to my humble abode.

oh, my god, we're gonna get into a fucking car accident with you driving like that.

you're a hard worker?

she threw the candlestick at me.

you like that?

no, i am not giving you my phone.

can i have some privacy, please?

where are you going?

i got it, i'm already embarrassed.

i love my husband, and i plan on being with him forever.

you want to talk about it now?

what the fuck are you waiting for?

you don't have cash? let's go to the atm.

can you fucking tell this guy to untie me?

baby, this is very important.

i'm just gonna go chill in my mansion or whatever.

i need your phone for one second.

what the fuck are you doing?

you want to put this on?

you're funny.

what, you afraid of this little girl?

my parents are fucking crazy!

these fucking guys don't know their place.

yeah, your family is fucking trash.

are you the boss? you're the fucking boss?

what are you doing? don't do that.

this is not allowed, but i like you.

wait, are you leaving?

oh, stay jealous, babe.

who the fuck is this guy?

i don't see anyone.

parents usually want their kids to get married.

i don't know who that is.

you're going to cost me my job here. please.

i don't check in on you for two weeks and you go and marry a prostitute!

okay, i need you to cooperate. i'm begging you.

just shut the fuck up.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

i'm having a party, new year's party, and you have to come.

i might have to work that night.

whoo! i fucking love that place.

i think she broke my nose.

yes, let's get married.

it's fucking cold.

who's the birthday boy?

turn on the music!

he wanted to get married, he put a fucking ring on my finger.

why are you being rude?

oh, i think i love you.

we're two grown men here. are you out of your mind?

so, what are you looking for?

i helped you find him, so let me fucking talk to him.

do you want to blow us up?

you want to take your clothes off?

get the fuck out of my fucking face.

expecting guests?

we are having a family discussion.

does your family know you're here?

get the fuck off me!

it's like, if you can't zip up your fucking pants after you take a piss, i don't trust you with the music.

you are beautiful.

do not fucking touch me!

are you fucking kidding me?

you'll get cold if you don't cover your neck.

i'm trying here, asshole.

i bet you like this, huh?

would you want to be exclusive with me?

they can't just fucking come in here like that.

don't people get married in vegas?

we are married. they're gonna have to accept that.

yes, we married and we're doing fucking great!

where is your phone? can you please give me your phone?

excuse me, i have to get dressed.

this is good news, right?

what? did you not hear what i said?

you calm now? you gonna behave?

you waiting for someone else?

slow down, you'll break my leg.

are you stupid?

he was really weird.

when will we meet your parents?

are you suicidal or something?

don't fucking tease me with that shit, okay?

are you happy?

are you killing her?

well, i can't spend too much.

yesterday was my birthday.

how am i gonna get rid of this smell? huh?

no, i'm not going anywhere.

do you like it?

do you see this shit?

you do not love him, and he doesn't love you. you understand? that's in your head.

you've been bitching and moaning this entire fucking car ride about a little fucking scratch on your face.

did i ask for your fucking opinion?

you can touch me. it's okay.

i'm glad i broke your fucking nose!

fuck this shit. i didn't sign up for this.

we're leaving. you good?

you're killing me.

why do i always have to repeat myself with you?

you're in big trouble, brother!

you're the biggest fucking pussy i ever met.

why are you just fucking standing there?

we're running around all night and this fucking guy is here getting his rocks off.

want something to drink?

i'm really big drug dealer.

keep your opinion to yourself.

it's not funny, man.

i fucking dare you.

you mean i have to wait?

i hate this bitch so much, i want to vomit when i see her face.

you know, we should do it again sometime.

you know, he fucked me much harder than he fucked you.

we have to fix it together, you understand?

don't you dare laugh.

i shared my playlist with him, and he was very rude and dismissive.

what the fuck, man? are you fucking kidding me?

be a fucking man and talk to me!

look at me, baby.

oh, you are so fucked.

here's to having a hard dick and lots of money.

we got married!

are you drunk?

i don't know where are we going, but we are going.

did you lose your fucking mind?

what is happening? somebody talk to me, please!

let me go, you fucking asshole. goddamn fucking bastard.

you know that bedroom you've been fucking in? that's his parents' room.

you can take everything you want.

bet you've never seen one of these before, have you, huh?

he said i looked like his 18-year-old daughter.

you know what, i'm so sick of your generation, man.

why do we have to leave the house?

how much money is that?

i am not fucking around.

we don't give meaning to names.

does that, like, sound weird?

if we haven't found him by now, we are not finding him.

happy fucking birthday, i guess.

take another fucking step, motherfucker.

no, we're done. get the fuck out of here.

i'm not sitting next to this fucking psychopath.

she's fucking hot, man.

i want to make an offer.

you think you can enter my house like this?

it's so wonderful to finally meet you.

we got ice cream.

i bet you get off on this.

that's fucking disgusting.

we are going to fucking vegas.

you know, i really hope you find your happiness one day.

i'm having your ass fired! you're dead for this!

will you marry me?

what do you plan to do with that?

we're not fucking done talking.

i certainly hope you're lying,

hello. hi.

he's an asshole.

can you sit on your hands for me?

want to get some drinks?

let's go get you some cash.

oh, i am not going fucking anywhere.

you're thinking this little shit betrayed you. well, guess what, he betrayed me, too.

just don't break anything, man.

you see the shit that i have to deal with?

i have an emergency. sorry about that.

time to break this bitch. let's go.

by the way, you can't find blow like this in moscow.

any information would be greatly appreciated.

what do you want from me? do you want me to apologize?

you are the fucking psychopath.

what the fuck?

are you doing this on purpose? what the fuck, bro.

i have no fucking pants on.

hey, listen to me. hey! it's your fault!

that's fucking hilarious.

i want to ask. do you work outside the club?

do not give me that bullshit. you don't love him.

get the fuck out of my way.

can i bring someone?

i am fucking with you, dude.

your tits look amazing.

what are you laughing at?

i can't believe you went running like a fucking baby.

go away from my room!

i'm calm. i'm not gonna do anything. i'm not gonna run away.i just want to know what is going on.

you were right.

i know what you're thinking.

give me a cigarette.

if you touch me again, i will fucking scream.

tell him, because i don't want to.

we should call the fucking police or something.

no, no, no. i'm not walking down there.

right, my father sent you. are you kidding me?

i feel like i have a concussion or something.

someone fucking tell me what's going on.

do you see what i've been dealing with?

you fucking relax.

having fun?

oh, you want to fucking go?

it's fucking freezing.

are you available tonight?

i am not giving you the fucking ring.

you know me so fucking well, babe.

why haven't you answered any of my fucking calls?

i bailed you out how many times? huh? how many times? and you do this to me?

me and my wife need some privacy.

you're so classy.

that's a fucking great husband you have.

you can sit right there, okay?

i told you it's a fucking bad idea.

dude. what the fuck. i'm busy!

you are fucking insane.

i don't want to talk about it right now.

i said it's 'cause your son's a fucking pussy.

time is money, baby. get a roll on it.

if you think for a second this is gonna be allowed, you're dead wrong.

you're a fucking bitch.

what is that? is that a butterfly?

[fezc0]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╵╵ 𝓽he impala rests around them like some aging reliquary.

weathered leather & objects everywhere. coins in a cupholder, receipts folded neatly. it isn't enough to quite enough to qualify as clutter. contrary to popular assumption, fez dislikes disorder immensely. sometimes the people around him ask for drugs because they want drugs. SOMETIMES ITS SO THEY CAN SILENCE SOMETHING ELSE. his gaze drifts. there exists a peculiar misconception about men like fezco — that because they speak little, they notice little. IT ISN'T TRUE. more than any rhinestone or crimson, he notices the faint fatigue gathered beneath her eyes where mascara has begun collecting like sediment. THERE'S AN EXCUDING EXHAUSTION THERE, TOO. & it clings with effortless precision, this elegant mathematic. [ will maddie follow that path ? ] anyway, he sighs and he cannot say no. “ ... shiiiii, i got somethin'. nothin' crazy. ” the words emerge slow as poured syrup, dragged through smoke-scuffed vocal cords. he nods toward the glovebox. “ POP THAT. ” drops open and reveals a little civilization of miscellaneous debris: papers, insurance, then a grinder. fez accepts it, scraping past feline acrylics & then rolls with the same unceremonious competence other men may reserve for tying ties or buttoning shirts.

“ thought i was gon' have to bury a body. ” the comment arrives dressed as a joke, some foolhardy omen.

NATE. there is no visible reaction or shift. only the faintest tightening somewhere beneath the surface. THE EQUIVALENT OF SPOTTING STORM CLOUDS OVER WATER. truthfully ? fuck nate. fuck nate with remarkable sincerity. at the new years party, orbiting rue and jules, nate jacobs discovers that being six-foot-whatever does not actually render him immune to any consequences. there remains a stubborn little portion of his brain that occasionally revisits the event with an enthusiasm to finish the job, what with rue and jules. [ .. and now maddy, too. ] the blunt is sealed and offered across the center console. fez sparks the lighter for her, once and then twice before it catches. the firelight climbs briefly across gold jewelry and dark upholstery before settling into the glowing cherry at the tip. “ for somebody that goddamn big n' shit ” attention is fixed stubbornly upon that flame rather than maddy as looking directly at her sadness felt too personal. “ he sure do bitch. ” LIGHTER SNAPS SHUT. it's tossed carelessly back into the cupholder. the smoke begins its slow pilgrimage toward the ceiling, distant traffic murmurs beyond the windows. TWO PEOPLE OCCUPY A TINY ILLUMINATED ISLAND AMID THIS INDIFFERENT OCEAN. then: “ what'you see in him ? ” his ringed thumb drags absently across the grinder's edge. thinking. “ ˓ ... ˒ for real. ” ⋆

[madelent]

𝐬he hasn't noticed it before, but he has the same kind of ᵛᵉᴸᵛᵉᵗ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵒⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉ wrapped 'round his words like her. she, who prides herself in noticing all the little details, being the most alert in a room, or at least [ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ] with her felines & wispy ebonies, she feels a little defeated when she realises .. there's a lot more to him. the truth is a little sadder, void of romanticism, discredited when bought up: "BUT SHE'S NEVER REALLY CARED TO NOTICE HIM. what's it called again.. ( 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙻𝚈 & 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳 ) right ? that's pretty much how she'd sum up their relationship, regardless of her wandering eyes, locking onto fez's ridicule-free demeanour. so why call him? her lower back shifts in seat. tongue rolling against the inside of her cheek, following his orders ─ [ ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ] how naturally it comes to her. he serves her a treat, and she jumps at it almost too quickly. maddy's not the type to be so desperate for a quick fix, usually it's something a little more.. mᴱᵀᴬᴸᴸᴵc. but the remnants of the night must be washed off somehow, or in this case.. exhaled out.

he mentions burying a body. and she can't help but dress her smile a little coy. it's the kind she wears when NO-ONE KNOWS WHO SHE IS, and she can find a home in being perceived as anything but the usual: loud? this time, quiet. angry? this time, at peace.

ɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ, and she reverts back to her old self. velvets are a brick rouge, reminiscent of '90s supermodels like yasmeen ghauri, one of maddy's biggest inspo's. they spread into a smile, void of sincerity, & dressed in saccharine 'casm. rehashing new year's seems like a bad idea, but she's already feeling a light buzz, and it does a great job at disarming the vixen. ❝ clearly nothing good. ❞ that velvet consonance may match fez's, but her tone is what sets her apart ── monotone, deep, almost.. irriᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ. it's a little much when she can see exactly how she's being perceived, and there's not really anything she can do to change it.. 𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆. in real time, he's probably just peering at her through those signature half-lids, but right now? they feel like darts on her skin. frame shifts again, and the bare skin on her knee grazes against the denim of his jeans. she doesn't think much of it, nor does she expect him to, but it does cause her to adjust her mini-skirt. a beat passes. and somehow, through some force or miracle, maddy softens ─ appreciating his genuine curiosity. it doesn't seem like an invite for an attack. so she jumps for the bait. ❝ i guess... love's like, a million things. there's the good, then there's the bad. ❞ she rolls her eyes at how corny it comes across, and with a push of his shoulder, she flashes pearls in a sincere laugh. ❝ blah, whatever. i don't need to tell you ─── [she waits for a beat of silence to go in for the kill.] what, you never been in love before? ❞

[dailyflicks]

Euphoria S03E08 "In God We Trust"

[honeyyymmoon]

Alexa Demie as Maddy Perez on the set of Euphoria Season 3 in a series of archival vintage looks by Jean Paul Gaultier 1992/1995, Versace Spring/Summer 2002 and Ed Hardy.

[fckinpussy]

••• “you wanna hit?” acrylic fingertips hold onto the joint as she passes it over to the other woman, coughing up smoke with lidded eyes. maddy looks the part of some movie star anni would watch on tv as a kid with her aunt, even though she can’t remember her name tonight.

“it’s cold as fuck — I didn’t leave new york for this shit ass weather,” running her nails through her hair, anni bites on the inside of her cheek before adding, “where you said you were from?” @madelent

[madelent]

and instantly, maddy finds herself with her guard up. romantic, feline eyes flutter up to peer over at the joint between two manicured digits, causing wispy lashes to remain upward. tongue swirls across the inside of her cheek, a momentary pause to decide on her next move. [WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN? ─ she finds herself pulling the joint towards glossed lips, cupid's bow lightly twitching as she inhales. it all happens quick, before she pulls away to exhale & speak at the same time. ❝ i didn't. ❞ it's a little bit of a side eye, the way she looks over at her again. the way anni carries herself, the rich accent, the transparent attitude– [IT REMINDS HER OF HERSELF.] A feeling, begging to be freed. ignoring it with another toke, she returns the joint with a coy smile, the buzz allowing her to open up a little more. ❝ california. i'm not that used to the cold, neither. you should get yourself one of these. ❞ a hand raises to point her faux-fur-cuffed wrist up at anni, brows wiggling in pride.

[madelent]

also MASSIVE side note cuz it doesn't really apply to maddy but i cannot reiterate enough just how detrimental and harmful the ending of euphoria was in terms of ali's character. stripping him of his islamic journey and identity was all levels of islamophobic and only worsened this weird worshipping ideology that l.evinson has actively endorsed with white-supremacist, christian chauvinistic beliefs – which is so incredibly against the origins of euphoria in the first place and also, such a tone-deaf narrative to have considering what the political climate of the world, not only the US, is right now.

[lullabiesinaglasswilderness]

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014)

Euphoria (2019 - 2026)

[delicqteheart]

s1 vs s3 ⋆˚꩜｡

[madelent]

that finale.. </3

[fezc0]

her name arrives across the dull, 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲-𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 light of his phone screen. & fezco, who has survived many sharper things than a text message ... who knows the precise, ugly temperature of danger still finds himself staring at it for half a second too long. maybe, you could recognize something that's akin to nervousness beneath the breastbone. [ morerather, no. ] nervous is a cruiser easing past the store in the middle of the night, nervous is somebody knocking after midnight with their hands hidden and voice nauseatingly polite. it's all sharp teeth and survival instincts. AND THIS ISN'T THAT. this is warmer, settles low beneath the sternum. it's inconvenient. it's really a lot more annoying than anything, actually. come get me it reads. not a question, not a plead. rain moves over the windshield in slow, slanted tributaries, blurring the city lights into bruised and aqueous molten gold. fez is on the way, one hand loose on the wheel, fingers tapping absent rhythms against the worn-in leather. a greasy, brown paper bag in his lap. maddy tells him to come and apparently, that's all it takes now. because three words from maddy perez at damn near one in the morning is rarely just three words. and maybe that shouldn't matter as much as it did. jesus christ. [ fez spots her before she'd spot him. ] she's pindropped outside the apartment complex like somebody had dropped something particularly expensive in the middle of the neighborhood & hadn't come back for it. heels are abandoned beside her, earrings catching brief gold flashes. fez exhales slow through his nose, something like annoyance moving through him. it's not at her, truly. not really. it's the arrangement of it all: maddy, maddy in the rain, the rain, the curb, whatever the fuck happened before his headlights found her. car rolls closer with a soft hiss through past rainwater and he rolls the window down. “ yo. what you doin', 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚 ? ” voice low. rough with tiredness. his gaze flicks over her once: a quick inventory, automatic and silent. no blood. no bruises he can see. that's good. “ you be hitchhikin' ? ” instead he leans across the console and shoves the passenger door open from inside, rain-speckled streetlight sliding over the rings on his fingers while the paper bag crinkles softly beneath his wrist. “ c'mon. ” // @madelent

[madelent]

It was as easy as breathing for Maddy. Finding herself in situations she deemed pointless & demeaning. It could've been another screaming match with her own mother, or BFF Cassie Howard screening her calls, or innate desperation to avoid Kat Hernandez [AND HER PERFECT RELATIONSHIP] ─ the feelings attached to the latter weren't seen as kindly by anyone, let alone Maddy, but these things tend to have DISCREPANCIES AND NUANCES that aren't so obvious to the naked eye. Whatever the cause may be, it's led her to this moment.

She's a little cross-faded, but the high is finding its way home, leaving a petite frame swallowed by BAD HABITS of tequila & lime. She didn't really think about who she was texting, and to be honest, Fez was amongst a line-up consisting of four incredibly eager individuals. But he was the only one who received a double text: STARTING WITH HIS NAME] ── as if the pathetic plead was unravelled right to his face.

BY THE TIME HE ARRIVES, SHE'S SOBERED UP A LITTLE, AND THE STRANGE HEAVINESS IN HER UNDERBELLY CAN ONLY BE BLAMED ON REGRET. FOR WHERE SHE IS, WHAT SHE'S DONE, AND WHO SHE'S CALLED TO WITNESS IT.

Despite how she feels, however, she takes great solace in the fact that she still looks magnificent. Her nails feature a leopard-print French manicure, torso adorned in a crimson-red strapless corset top that remains crease-free, and her platform flip flops complement a rhinestoned denim skirt ensemble. She knows Fez won't really notice, nor appreciate it, but she's hoping it's enough to distract him from asking too many questions. ❝ Cassie wasn't picking up. Kat's busy. And I didn't wanna' call Nate. ❞ IT'S A WHISPER TOWARDS THE END, like any mention of his name could set Fez off. His aloof & effortless cool solidifies everything Maddy expects from him, but still─ she's so used to being in a fight or flight mode with everyone else, she forgets he most definitely may not give a shit.

Hair tied in a high ponytail, it sways to eventually sit beside her left side, rhinestoned eyelids accompanying a gentle flutter up towards Fez, bloodshot hues giving too much away. ❝ . . . Do you have anything on you right now? ❞ It comes out harsher than intended, monotone yet possessing a certain sadness that envelops consonance. Regardless of how it might make him feel ─ desperation seems to change her heart.

[madelent]

i despise sydney sweeney so i wouldn’t really write with a cassie if they use her (and go down the route of this new season of euphoria where she’s milking herself of all self respect and autonomy for the sake of l.evinson’s fucked up fantasies) but i will say, i am a huge fan of the maddy and cassie toxic yuri allegations

[madelent]

Mother and Daughter..

[madelent]

i need to watch the new episode but holy shit. i have so many thoughts.

[pinkfanged]

ALEXA DEMIE AS MADDY PEREZ 3.06 — "Stand Still and See" | EUPHORIA

[madelent]

hm..

[optional]

ALEXA DEMIE as Maddy Perez in EUPHORIA | This Little Piggy