Pushing Daisies (2007 — 2009)

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Pushing Daisies (2007 — 2009)
this is a plotting / relationship dynamic call, perhaps? i tend to function a lot better with even just some general plotting beforehand.
this is a plotting / relationship dynamic call, perhaps? i tend to function a lot better with even just some general plotting beforehand.
send in " it's okay. i got you... " for your muse to invite my muse in to sleep with them for the night after my muse has a particularly bad nightmare.
alternatively, send in " i'm sorry... do you mind if i sleep in here? " for my muse to react to your muse waking in the middle of the night after a particularly bad nightmare.
edgar’s only crime is loving margo too much and she just will not give in to him and it’s not funny but it’s also hilarious @mercyburned
send me some memes to kick of some interaction? or like this post and i’ll send you something!
@many-tales-told whispered: If I didn’t know better I’d think you were talking to me now - Wesley/Mia
❝ perhaps you don’t know as well as you think, because i was talking to you. ❞ the eldest rutherford stands several feet behind the warrior, her weight resting on an upturned maul that’s much too big for her to lift. some of the recruits have been practicing with weapons other than the standard sword and shield combo and while she doesn’t have the strength to swing some of the larger weapons, she knows enough to teach proper form. better than cullen ever could, anyway. his teaching style is too rigid. she’s far more flexible.
she smiles, straightening out her posture but leaving one hand on the top of the maul, ❝ i was asking if you were from ferelden. your accent certainly indicates as much and i heard one of soldiers mention redcliffe while talking about you. but i hate to assume anything. ❞ far be it from her to admit in any straightforward way that she’s homesick, but there’s nothing wrong with occasionally craving the company of her countrymen. the orlesians are too stuffy and the marchers are too loud. there’s something about a straightforward talk with another fereldan that always set her at ease.
❝ i’m from south reach, myself. formerly honnleath. you’re quite good with those polearms. were you a guard in redcliffe or are you just naturally talented? ❞
@hcroesjcurney whispered: “how long has it last been since you slept?” alistair to liz
it’s a trick question. she knows it’s a trick question. he doesn’t actually want to know when she last slept, because she’d just woken up from a thirty minute nap an hour ago. he wants to know when she last slept properly and she’s afraid the answer to his question isn’t one he wants to hear. she can’t remember the last time she’d slept properly. weeks at least, maybe even months. it probably hasn’t been years, but she hadn’t exactly slept properly in the circle, either. more than she does now, but still not as much as she ought’ve.
❝ well... ❞ eliza taps her chin thoughtfully, looking at the campfire because she knows if she looks at him she’ll break and what she wants to be a joke will instead end up a serious conversation, ❝ i’m about eighteen now, right? and i was brought to the circle when i was seven. so i’d reckon it’s been about eleven years since the last time i had a good night sleep. yeah... that sounds right. ❞
she nods to herself, as if she’s agreeing with her own assessment, a hollow smile on her lips. maybe he’s better at passing things off as jokes than she is. maybe she shouldn’t be joking about her inability to sleep for more than a few hours. maybe she should be taking it more seriously. she rests her chin on her knees, tilting her head to look at him with a much smaller and more sincere smile on her lips now. ❝ i’m more okay now than i’ve been in a long time, sleep or not. don’t worry so much about me, kay? ❞
direct quote on discord: i built liz more around being like a warrior because she hates herself! : )
there’s an age gap but i think mia & krem would be cute together thanks for coming 2 my ted talk
Elizabeth Swann. There is more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? And the eye does not go wanting.
i kinda wanna also add adrian but adrian is a BITCH but also i think it would be fun to write that flavor of gung ho spunky mage
@mercyburned whispered: If it’s all in my head tell me now / anders to liz !
if only she could. if only she could laugh at him the way she used to when they’d been younger - playfully bat at his shoulder and tell him that he’s absolutely crazy. sometimes she’d thought he was. the things he’d come up with were completely off the wall, some of the craziest schemes she’d ever heard. she wishes she could say it now, that the dreams are just another flight of fancy. just some way to cope with the stress the joining had put him through. something impossible. something unimaginable. something crazy. something that can’t hurt him.
❝ it’s not. ❞ elisabeth sounds heartbroken to admit it, her voice wavering slightly before steeling in a way it only does when she slips into the role of commander. cold and firm and somewhat distant, but her hand stays against his forearm. she remembers her first nightmares. they’ve gone quiet since ending the blight. ❝ i should’ve told you before you joined. though, i suppose you still didn’t have much choice one way or another. the good news is they go away after a bit... and they shouldn’t be too loud for you...❞
it doesn’t change how guilty she feels. her gaze jerks towards the door, lingering for a brief moment before she heaves herself up into his bunk and makes herself comfortable without asking if it’s alright first. she settles down at his side, propped up on an elbow to look at him, reaching to brush hair out of his face. someone watching would never guess she’s younger, based on the tenderness of the gesture. ❝ i’m sorry, anders. ❞
Stephanie Beatriz on the set of “In the Heights”’ on June 21, 2019 in New York City.
If I had asked you, would you have come? I guess we’ll never know. But I do know one thing. What? If I had, you’d have never been caught.
The Hundred-Foot Journey (dir. Lasse Hallström, 2014)