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"Heels and red lipstick will strike the fear of God into people." Madeline 'Mads' Yates 108 years young Witch

[madeline--yates]

aatticusbane:

“Well, ain’t that something.” He lit another cigarette, bringing it to his lips and inhaling. Atticus let the smoke trail from his mouth lazily, his upper lip curled ever-so slightly. “It’s about damn time this place got warm, I’ve been freezing my ass off. Creatures, huh? Are you one of them?”

Madeline was always very open. “Depends on your definition of ‘creature,” she said slowly. “I am a witch, but also human. What about yourself?” Here, no one was ever what they seemed. Unless, they were exactly what they seemed. That made guessing about people tricky. Just because he looked human, didn’t mean he was.

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bordertracks:

He felt heat rise at the back of his neck from a small fit of embarrassment. Fear that the woman was suggesting something crooked, “I… know the usual course of action would be to take ya to the station and let you sober overnight in our cell block, but… there was really no cause for that.” From what he’d witnessed, she hadn’t been destroying property or stirring up a scuffle. At the time it was more a neighborly action than an authoritative sort. “‘few blocks from Fang Hang. Near the library.” He shrugged. “‘practically a ghost town around the time you were wandering.”

For what he’d done and her seemingly calm disposition, he risked asking, “Were you all right? Just… got ahead of yourself with the drinks?”

Maddie pulled her gray sweater tighter around her shoulders, letting blonde hair fall over her face and create a curtain between herself and the officer. She took a deep sigh, her mouth still tasting like state cigarettes. She need a toothbrush, or at least some gum. She honestly didn’t remember going to the Fang Hang, or the library. She couldn’t remember much past nine o’clock the pervious night. 

He asked his question cautiously, so she needed to respond just as carefully. She slowly looked up, keeping quiet, and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Yes,” she sighed letting a smile tug at her lips. “Just been one of those weeks, you know?”

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aatticusbane:

“Wise move.” He didn’t pry into her reasons; if she was smart, she avoided marriage because she knew it was a death trap. Being an idiot, Atticus never failed to fall in. “A friend of mine told me people like to sleep around here. I’m hoping that’s the case.” 

Mads smiled and looked down, before bolding looking into Atticus’ eyes. “There’s plenty of that,” she promised. She picked up a cigarette out of her purse and lit it up. “There’s a lot around here, actually. And with the weather taking a turn for the better, more creatures are bound to show up.”

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Scarlett Johansson attends the 89th Annual Academy Awards on February 26, 2017 in Hollywood, California

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bordertracks:

“‘course. ‘couldn’t let ya just wander ‘round town so late at night.” Fitz didn’t allow him to leave the woman be, anyway. Some partner he was. The only reason she’d ended up in his place was because Wright had a date to entertain. What about Dane? He had so much in his life that could potentially come off as an embarrassment to people. The house was mostly bare, still turning into a home, and Dane shared this all with a brat middle schooler. Who he loved more than his own life, but… Scout was no charmer. Fortunately the boy hadn’t crossed paths yet. He wouldn’t, now that Dane had sent him off to school before Madeline could wake. Dane had naturally taken the couch for the night. He didn’t mind the smell. There was a time his own bed back in New Mexico smelt a whole lot like that too. “I’ve gotta shift. ‘afternoon.” He said, shoulder up against the door frame. “Now, just… feel free to take it easy. Sort yourself out and head back to your place when you know you can stand straight without feelin’ woozy.” He offered, “If you’d like a ride I’ve got my squad car.”

It took Madeline a moment to start remembering little bits here and there of the previous night. She had bruises all over her legs and one on her wrist. She scanned the room, basically empty, for her shoes. They were black stilettos, rather expensive. She stood up, slowly, the floor was wobbly, so she sat back down. “Oh, work,” Mads replied, putting her head in her hands. She was just about to ask what he did, when he offered a ride in his squad car. “What? You’re a cop?” she groaned, moving from the bed to the floor. Her face began to turn bright red, embarrassed that she let herself get taken in by a cop. “Where did you find me?” she mumbled through her hands.

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I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azra T., “Braille” (via thelovejournals)

[madeline--yates]

“Thanks for letting me crash here,” Mads said. She felt herself spiraling, almost constantly alone. That was too much for anyone. Grabbing her sweater, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, slipping it on. It smelled like stale cigarettes and spilled mixed drinks. Maddie had bags under her eyes almost permanently. Now it was time for her to leave, and she wasn’t sure she was ready. “Any plans for the day?” she asked, trying to stall for time.

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aatticusbane:

“Once? Please lady, don’t assuming anything about me. I’ve had my heart broken six ways to sundown.” Atticus scoffed indignantly. He was a hopeless romantic for crying out loud. “Damn, that’s rough. I hope the fella wasn’t your husband or anything, divorce is a bitch. Another reason to just stay single and fuck when needed.”

“God no,” she shook her head. “Marriage isn’t for me.” For some reason, the men in her life craved control. Mads loved the idea of marriage.... For other people. She was getting used to being alone, even if she didn’t really like it.

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aatticusbane:

“Love is a farce.” Atticus snorted, pulling another cigarette from his breast pocket. If he hadn’t continually messed with the damn emotion, he wouldn’t be in this shit hole. “But if that floats your boat, go ahead. I’m sure you’re looking forward to some flowers or a fancy, overpriced, dinner.”

Maddie smiled at the table. “You’d only feel that way if have felt it once,” she didn’t look up at as she spoke, and flinched slight at the mention of flowers and dinner. “I...” she sighed, “got stood up.” Despite that small bump in the road, Mads remained optimistic about love. 

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aatticusbane:

“Valentines Day is nothing but a crock of shit if you ask me, but sure. I guess the candy’s nice.” He rubbed the end of his cigarette into the tray, the tips of his fingers tinged brown from years of doing so. Atticus planned on making himself right at home, whether or not it won him any new friends. 

“It’s what you make of it,” Mads said, taking a drag from her own cigarette. “I happen to love Valentine’s Day. A day just to celebrate love...” She was alone, but was trying her hardest not to be upset by it. Maddie made very little eye contact with Atticus, perhaps hiding her embarrassment about being alone.

[madeline--yates]

@familiarsol

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know it’s not much, but I wanted to give you something to know I was thinking about you today. So I hope you like champagne gummy bears and chocolate covered strawberries! Also, I’m going to let you pick which mug you want, whether you want to be Monica or Rachel - so next sleep over when we binge watch Friends we have special mugs to drink cocoa out of. Come over soon!!!! I MISS YOU

Love you,

Maddie

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