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moving madeline @algorithymn

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thinking about how madeline was the only one that auggie never got on the record & that is so personal to me. i think she's had a hard time maintaining the cool collected visualization in public, because despite how calculating she is, she's incredibly emotionally driven & impulsive - so there's something to be said about the fact that she knows herself & therefore would never put herself in the position to react. the duality of women! the feminine rage of a woman in stem!

not my gifs! but her lil smirk <3 im shaking

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[bernie sanders vc] i am once again thinking about eliza & madeline's last acts being choking the man they loved most to death when they realized he wasn't a god & they deserved their revenge restitution

[movedalgorithymn]

little miss life of the party,

[deathsarch]

theodora was an expert at maintaining a strong front,    or at the very least,    she had been until coming face to face with a woman who seemed to see right through her façade.    she picked up on madeline’s game fairly quickly,    locked in on the way she spoke,    how she moved about the shop,    the way she responded with just the right amount of snark that should have fueled the fire pooling in her belly.    and it did, but not in the traditional sense—    not in the angry sense.    like she so desperately wanted it to.    theodora wanted to be pissed for the rejection,    but her gaze lingered a bit too long on the older woman’s lips.

 the memory of the alleyway flickered behind her eyes,    all heat and desperation—    their mouths crashing into one another,    hungry as if they had both been starved for years.    theodora thought they triggered a connection that night,      something that felt almost otherworldly.    an experience she’d never had before,       but the fantasy faded away the moment madeline’s brother was the one who walked into the shop.      “    i prefer the dead ones,    they rarely disappoint.    ” 

 that was meant to be a dig,    but it was short-lived given the fact that madeline knew just the buttons to press.    she was maddening and magnetic—    and she fucking knew it too.    that smirk on her lips,    the smug pauses in her responses.    theodora wanted to fuck the attitude right out of her,    but    …    she behaved.      “    the matters are very pressing,     people are dying every hour—    ” 

 finally, theodora rolled her eyes—    all business suddenly, no play.    it was impressive how quickly madeline shifted gears.    what a magnificent woman—    no, fuck her.      “    you’ll have to forgive me,    miss. usher—    there really doesn’t seem to be anything in it for me besides an unnecessary connection to glorified drug dealers.    i don’t need money    …    so,    what could you possibly have to offer me?    ”

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to put it plainly, she had no business being here, loitering on dead end's property. the younger woman had gone to great lengths for her, and yet when roderick had returned empty handed, she’d jumped a little too eagerly at the opportunity to wash her hands of the whole thing. but then that bastard had to open his big mouth :   i doubt you could’ve possibly changed the outcome anyways. it’s like he’d known -like he’d planned for madeline to arise to the challenge he’d failed- because when has she ever not so valiantly jumped to clean up any mess left in his wake? but this mess was of her making -one that could’ve been avoided had she kept her tongue in her own mouth- and now she had a point to prove.

amusement gleams in her eyes, the yellow'd bulbs' illumination reflecting them peridot, but facial expression remain impassive, ineligible, indifferent. “mmm, and they never come again either.” cocky rebuttal is murmured as attention is drawn to the funny little taxidermied figure that couldn’t possibly’ve been a real creature at any point. “which is a shame really since loyalty programs and customer retention are driving factors in revenue growth.” dumbfounded banter offers some semblance of security, because it meant she hasn’t been made to address what’d occurred … or rather, what hadn’t. that wasn’t exactly true either though, was it? she might’ve blown theodora off, and sent a poor substitute to do her bidding, but still, plenty had taken place between them. not enough had taken place between them.

a customary smile graces lips in response to the dig, but it does not reach her eyes. madeline was accustomed to having fortunato’s prerogative questioned, and even her own, but for some unforsaken reason, this would be the time it struck a nerve. did her jaw just clench? “you seemed more than titillated by the prospect of unnecessarily jumping into bed with us, last we spoke.” gaze narrows passively, the fingers that’d rested idly against the cool glass case drum in ascension from index to pinky once, twice … a third time for good measure as she rectifies personal conflict. 

she’s begun to turn away, “you strike me as a smart girl, someone who knows something as common as money isn’t always the most lucrative form of compensation.” the conversation is concluded by a crisp emphasis on the suffix. if theodora wished to sever ties before they’d even strung, then so be it, she wouldn't grovel. the retreat is a stark difference to her rather meek entrance, an even paced stride filled with confidence, a direct but unrushed beeline for the front door. “if you come to your senses,” she fishes out the card she’d come armed with from jacket pocket, propping it upright on one of the life - sized tchotchkes that stood guard at the entryway. “that’s my direct extension, call me, maybe we can finally have that dinner.”  she doesn't bother rewarding her with a glance over shoulder before taking her leave.

[inonesingleline]

[deathsarch]

prospero’s death could have been ruled a freak accident brought on by his incompetence,     but camille. no, she wasn’t buying it. madeline had been secretive,     more so than she ever had been during the course of their relationship and theodora was getting increasingly uncomfortable. “     really? do you mean it this time     …     because every time i’ve tried to talk to you,     you’ve blown me off.     ” a beat. “     madeline, what the fuck is going on?     why am i embalming another usher?     ”

[movedalgorithymn]

` SHE’S EXHAUSTED, and it shows. in the lilac circles pitifully concealed by a shade of makeup that’s now too dark for her abnormally pale skin : stricken with grief, with anger, with fear. in the tremor that spiders down palms and escapes through fingers whenever she reaches for something. in the lack of attention garnered when the only person who’s ever mattered to her requests it. “ i haven’t been blowing you off, ” liar. “ but yes, i have no where else to be. ” how can she begin to explain, when she herself hasn't the slightest clue what the fuck is going on. her mind is racing with a slew of emotions and conspiracies alike. “ roderick thinks they’re freak accidents. seeing as they both willingly put themselves in avoidable situations ... it isn’t sitting right with me, but what other explanation is there? when there’s no real evidence of foul play. ” brows relax from their scrunched position, and there’s a far softer expression on her face now. “ how’re you? i - i know this affects you just as much me, i’m sorry if my actions have implied otherwise … there’s a lot on my mind. ”

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when the bell above the door gave a brittle chime,     theodora didn’t bother to look up and investigate who had entered the shop.   the air around her changed completely—      a tightening in her chest,     a fluttering in her tummy.   theodora knew who it was without seeing her.   she smelled her,     still tasted her on her tongue,     and well—     a familiar clicking of heels across the floor confirmed it. 

 it wasn’t until madeline reached the counter,      after browsing theodora assumed,     that she looked up and made eye contact with her.   to say she was offended would have been an understatement.      ❛❛        what do you want?   i already told your brother that i’m not interested in a partnership.        ❜❜      her tone was cold,     a far cry from their very first meeting.     ❛❛        you’ve wasted your time and now you’re wasting mine .        ❜❜      

pre-married theoline⠀⠀﹐     about to make out w. tongue⠀⠀...⠀⠀🪦ྀི   ⠀⠀          ﹠     𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡.    madeline us/her.⠀⠀﹐   @algorithymn

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` SHE'D MOVED LAZILY THROUGH THE AISLES, deliberate and prolonging, with no clear marked destination to her path. if time were stretched long enough, the cat would surely fall victim to curiosity. that’s what made idioms so dependable, they can’t help but prove themselves obedient.

` WHEN THE YOUNGER WOMAN FINALLY DEEMS HER WORTHY OF ATTENTION, madeline just smiles: slow and knowingly, unbothered. providing the necessary silence for theodora to file the complaint that’d obviously been eating her up.  “ miss gravesend, do you normally speak to customers with such blunt unpleasantries? how you’ve managed to build a clientele is beyond me. ” a challenging cock of head accompanies her feigned offense. “though it probably helps that they’re already dead.”

` “ I’M WASTING YOUR TIME ... ” the words lackluster as they're echoed back. “ but there- ” another intentional pause is drawn, this time it’s so eyes may complete a sweep around the room in observation. “ there doesn’t appear to be a more pressing matter to prioritize at the moment? ” when she turns to face her once more, the serious nature that'd been absent since she'd stepped foot inside the giftshop is taken on comfortably. “ so i can’t fathom why you’d turn down such a lucrative prospect, without hearing a proper pitch from someone who actually knows what the fuck they’re doing. ” yes, curiosity had killed the cat - but what people are so quick to forget - satisfaction brought it back.

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( knife ) sizes will vary 🤍

[inonesingleline]

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personally i think madeline should be celebrated on mother’s AND father’s day — but maybe that’s just me

[jimmyhopper]

sharon raydor » major crimes 

↳ 4.20 Hindsight Pt.2

[transmechanicus]

Women in STEM❤️

Stabbing❤️ Tearing❤️ Eating❤️ Maiming❤️

[queen0fhell1]

[movedalgorithymn]

sometimes i think about how madeline canonically at 73 yrs old snapped someone's neck - & how she did it with such confidence because she knew she could - something something fitness queen, something something mommy, something something calisthenics every morning.

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grieving cain by june hart

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