#madison

[itsbluefelix]

@flashfanged / open some rich ppl party on a boat

Blue hadn't expected to be partying on some stranger's yacht in the middle of this weird fucking winter apocalypse, but you know, life leads you strange places when you hang around with vampires and witches and werewolves with more money than sense. It'd been Madison's idea - she hadn't expected to be hanging out with Madison either. It's a little awkward, given she knows Madison Paige mostly through two angles- someone who knows Remi's (because of course) and the fact 90 percent of their interaction so far has been her buying papers or the occasional brownie from the smoke shop across the street from a place she'd used to work at.

She's not super concerned - the party isn't a snoozer - better than the flatline you'd in the Port Leiry club scene with all this fucking winter bullshit. Seems like a fair few creatures are here too, which comes in handy both when you need the extra oomph to get fucked up and also in case somebody needs to hold your hair because you overdid it on the whatever.

So she coasts through the crowded boat, trying to decide if its the sway of the boat of her rapidly pickling brain that's making it a little hard to see straight as she tries to find her way back to the redhead for more of that alone together energy where she can hug the wall while Madison tries to find a neck to bite or whatever. She trips on somebody though, nearly spilling her drink before she manages to keep it classy. "Heh, sorry," she says. "Nothin' like a yacht party at the end of the world huh?"'

Who even owns this bucket anyways?

[ansy1984]

From The Sports Desk: A raucous evening inside and outside Madison Square Garden

New York City is often said to be the center of the universe, and last night, at least in the sporting world, it was. Madison Square Garden hosted Game 3 of the NBA Finals, its first finals game in 27 years. President Donald Trump attended the game, as well as every celebrity in the tristate area, it seemed, and any fan who could afford a five-figure ticket. Subscribe to read this story…

From The Sports Desk: A raucous evening inside and outside Madison Square Garden

[seasononesam]

Um… do you wanna sit on the couch? No. No, no. I’m okay.

[sirenofsyntax]

carved his name on her bed frame—now he's gone, nothing's the same.

[kasperl-ruprecht]

[gradienty]

Fuvahmulah Madison (#5bf2f9 to #082958)

[sauron-writes-slash]

Rewatched Supernatural s2e17 Heart bc I have a problem, and I realized something about the end. My first watch through I thought, how could Madison ask that of Sam? How could she be so cruel? Narratively they’ve backed her into a corner where she feels like she has to die, but it doesn’t have to be Sam. Dean’s willing to do it, thought that was the best idea from the get go. But then, she knows she has to die. She just had a rollercoaster of emotions with this amazing man that she would probably fall in love with, given time she knows she’s not going to get. Dean could kill her. He’d do it from a distance, even if not physically. It would be utterly impersonal, and over quickly. She doesn’t want that. There’s a staggering intimacy, I think, in having someone kill you. In hurting someone. She wanted his eyes to be the last thing she saw, his hands to hold the gun and probably her too (can you imagine Sam giving this woman death from a distance? I bet he held her as much as he could. I bet that after she died he cradled her to his chest and cried into her hair. And then he buried the memory of her deep in his soul in the same place that houses Jess, his parents, and a space kept vacant for Dean, so that he could keep fighting to make the world better without breaking). She wanted to share her last moments with someone she cared for, and in an absolutely horrifying way, that’s kind of beautiful