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TROUBLE  always  seems  to  follow  us.

[ledjoys]

my new blog is here, so if you want to follow thats where i am at

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my new blog is here, so if you want to follow thats where i am at

[ledjoys]

okay, so i’m going to revamp this blog again and i promise it will be for the last time. life got hectic and personal issues have been coming at me 24/7 but i miss ya guys. so yes, give me a little while and i’ll have this up and running again

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The most vaild thing ever is me summoning @ledjoys to the dash by posting angst send tweet.

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angst is my call, it will forever be my call to you. 

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DAD

ALEC COULDN’T BE MORE THANKFUL at the chance to regain Daisy’s trust. Alec knows he HURT HER. Alec knows he HURT HER more than really ANYONE ELSE, at least that was CLOSE to Alec. ( Besides Ellie, but Ellie – Ellie was never hurt by Sandbrook, and for Alec that’s different, even if Alec still hurt her with his own failures in Broadchurch. )

So, there’s a TENSION that he didn’t know was THERE until Alec’s suddenly relaxing at her words. That glimmer of a smile twitches a bit more, into more of a grin.

“Nothin’ wrong w’ needin’ t’ make sure, darlin’.” He says softly, reaches out hesitantly, fingers just brushing against her shoulder before STOPPING, as if unsure that she’ll let him hug her.

TENSION,  at  least  it  wasn’t  as  bad  as  it  could  be.  that  time  was  when  he  first  came  back  into  her  life  after  a  long  time. lips  pressed  for  a  moment  as  she  shifted  her  weight  in  her  seat.

there  was  a  small  sigh  of  relief  ,  glad  the  question  hadn’t  annoyed  him  in  anyway.  she settled into the brush of her shoulders, understanding the stopping of his actions. they  were  both  at  the  awkward  stage  of  not  knowing  what  to  do  or  how  to  act.

“how  was  work?”

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@ledjoys​​      /     re.  fleabag.  

      “ do you think that people are born bad? “  i only ask because i watched some documentary last night that was pondering the ideas that people could be born bad - as if being bad was some sort of biological trait.  “ or do you think that it’s society that makes somebody an arsehole? “ 

the  nature  verses  nurture  debate. a  debate  as  long  as  time.  lips  pressed  and  nose  scrunched  as  she  tried  to  work  out  the  best  answer  for  the  question.  “i  THINK  it’s  a  mixture  of  both.” she  commented  ,  a  shift  of  her  weight. “you  know  ,  i  think  people  are  born  with  some  bad  in  them.  like  ,  everyone  is  bad  in  some  respect  but  society  adds  to  it  ,  makes  them  worse.”

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hey  heads  up  my  sweets  ;;  ACTIVITY  will  be  extremely  low  on  here.  currently  working  on  my  10,000  word  dissertation  which  is  due  in  in  like  9  weeks  soo...

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DAD

perhaps  he  was  being  too  DIFFICULT,  rejecting  all  suggestions  she  gave  him,  seeing  as  they  had  been  looking  for  something  to  watch  for  at  least  half  an  hour.  at  this  point,  he  didn’t  think  they’d  actually  find  anything  he  liked   ( his  own  fault,  really,  for  not  allowing  himself  to  enjoy  things )

“just  pick  whatever  you  want,”  he  said  finally.  if  whatever  she  picked  made  her  HAPPY,  he  could  find  some  enjoyment  out  of  it.

lips  pressed  before  an  eyebrow  raised  ever  so  slightly.  now  ,   she  was  still  sure  there  would  be  some  remarks  about  whatever  she  put  on.  head  tilted  slightly  as  she  finally  settled  on  something  to  watch.  “well  don’t  COMPLAIN  if  you  get  bored  or  whatever  as  you  brought  this  on  yourself.”  she  chuckled  lightly.

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DAD

ALEC TRIES TO BE UNDERSTANDING. Tries to understand that sometimes, things just slip out. Alec isn’t WITHOUT FAULT – he can’t count on his hands the number of times he lied to his own father to save his skin after his mother died, once her was old enough to be willing to risk it of course – and so he’s decided that OUTRIGHT SCOLDING Daisy of any sort of lie isn’t what he wants.

In fact, it’s rather hypocritical of him to do so.

“Swear on m'heart, darlin’ –” He starts EARNESTLY. His accent soft and smooth firm, finger raising to make a little X over his heart. There’s a twitch in his eyebrow, a jump in the corner of his mouth in the very beginnings of a smile. “Science? Well, s'long as it’s not – erm – ILLEGAL or could get anyone hurt.” He’s fumbling again, running fingers through his hair as he tries to figure out a LINE to draw and where. “I’m not sure.” He settles on admitting finally. “I just – I do hope y'wouldn’t LIE or FIB t'me, Daize. Trust your dear old dad t'be understanding about it, yeah? Not that y'can’t FIB t'me, but I would hope –”

An inhale, an exhale, fingers drop to tap restlessly on his hip again because he’s SCARED. Scared that maybe Daisy is scared of HIM – and that’s the last thing Alec wants.

“– I’d hope you’d trust m’ enough t’ tell me anythin’.”

she  was  content  just  listening  to  her  father.  she  knows  that  she  doesn’t  need  to  tell  a  fib  to  him.  but  it  was  good  to  have  some  clarity  incase  there  is  a  need  for  it.  hearing  the  boundaries  ,  nothing  illegal  she  knows  that  there  is  nothing  to  worry  about.  when  would  she  do  something  illegal?  it  would  be  stupid  considering  that  she  would  get  caught.  common  sense  and  the  fact  that  both  her  parents  were  cops  taught  her  that.  

trust  ,  it  was  slowly  building  up  with  her  dad.  blaming  him  for  years  did  cause  some  trust  issues.  something  she  ,  herself  is  still  working  on.  you’ve  got  to  trust  your  parents  ,  even  if  you’re  skeptical. 

“yeah  ,  i  do  trust  you.  just  wanted  to  make  sure.  you  know.”

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“you  can’t  dislike  every  film  that  is  on  tele.”  lips  pressed  and  her  nosed  wrinkled  slightly  as  she  she  continued  to  channel  HOP. trying  to  find  something  to  watch  was  proving  a  difficult  task.  “we  could  always  just  watch  a  disney  film  or  i  don’t  know  a  trashy  film  of  some  sort.”

@wrstcop​ //  starter  call

[ledjoys]

okay  ;;  so  here  is  a  starter  call.  like  and  i’ll  throw  something  at  you. also  specify  a  muse  or  i’ll  throw  whoever  at  you.

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TROUBLE  always finds its way back to ME.  //  indie. private. selective multimuse featuring canon muses such as rosie watson &. daisy hardy.  all adored by lizzie.

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DAISY  LOUISE  HARDY  ;;  edit  002.  personals  do  not  reblog. 

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so  i’m  going  to  redo  my  muse  page  while  i’m  capping  the  cure  ,  then  i  will  be  here. 

[ledjoys]

okay  ;;  so  here  is  a  starter  call.  like  and  i’ll  throw  something  at  you. also  specify  a  muse  or  i’ll  throw  whoever  at  you.

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DAD survivedempathy‌

ALEC TWITCHES, eyes fixed on her, fingers tapping restlessly on his hips as he mulls her words over. Sometimes, Alec doesn’t KNOW how to respond to something as a PARENT. ( After all, it’s not like he ever had a good example of a father figure. That tends to leave you fumbling blind in certain situations. )

“No,” he admits, still soft as he drops his hand LIMP at his sides. “S'pose not, darlin’. But I APPRECIATE y’ bein’ honest w’ me. Even if it’s somethin’ y'think you’ll get in TROUBLE for. Not that you’re in trouble for tellin’ me a fib, but I still would like y’ t'be honest w’ me, yeah?”

sometimes  things  just  slip  out  of  her  lips  without  a  true  thought  over  her  words.  head  tilted  ever  so  slightly  ,  wondering  what  her  father  was  thinking.  lips  pursed  before  she  nodded  her  head.  good  ,  fibs  weren’t  a  bad  thing.  EVERYONE  told  them  and  she  was  glad  they  were  on  the  same  page.

she  sucked  in  a  breath  and  nodded.  “hmm  ,  you  promise  i  wouldn’t  get  in  trouble  for  telling  a  fib?”  eyebrows  knitted. “now  ,  what  are  we  classing  as  fibs.  i  need  to  know  for  you  know  ...  science.”

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DAISY  LOUISE  HARDY  ;;  edit  001.  personals  do  not  reblog.