Literally Leslie

Independent & Semi-Selective RP blog for Leslie Traeger (Leslie II) from Season 7 of Parks and Recreation. Please read all pages. Tracking: literallyxleslie

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“Everything is amazing. Today is perfect. And I love you.”

         Ann grinned and opened her arms to offer her daughter a hug.         “I’m glad to hear it! You deserve all the best awards after the          grade you got on that brutal chemistry exam!”

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With a smile that could not get any wider if it tried, Leslie flew into her mother’s arms. With the test behind her and her medication schedule programmed into her phone, she was doing a million times better. And was no longer convinced that she was destined to a life of giving sexual favors for drugs.

“Right? It was terrible. But I had a good study buddy, so...thank you.”

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“if this is my world now, the first person i want in it is you”

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Elephant Love Medley / Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman

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Person C is following Person A and B around while they’re holding hands in the store/other place, taking pictures and squealing. Person C gets caught, and has to ‘delete’ the pictures, but they send them to Person A or B first.

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literallyxleslie ofwafflesandwesteros

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//Leslie TOTALLY does this.

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thinks she could kill you but is actually just a cinnamon roll.

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Oliver using the "oldest gets shotgun and shotgun gets the radio" whenever only one parent is in the car. Until he has his own and goes to change the station, but Leslie (who has automatic front seat in his car) stops him because "shotgun gets the radio".

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What’s one headcanon you have about my muse?

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the golden girls starter meme.

1. ❛ i’m not one to blow my own vertubenflugen. ❜  2. ❛ isn’t a fact that you have a drawer full of retirement home brochures & you’re just waiting for the first sign of dribble on your mother’s chin to lock her away forever? ❜ 3. ❛ tell me the truth. do these glasses make me look stupid? ❜  4. ❛ well, it’s unspeakable, that’s what it is. absolutely unspeakable. ❜  5. ❛ just because you walk around looking like an english lawyer doesn’t mean everybody has to. ❜  6. ❛ college isn’t really my style. i attend the school of life. ❜  7. ❛ you can go straight to h-e-double hockey sticks! ❜  8. ❛ i feel lousy, & being mean to you just makes me feel better. ❜  9. ❛ hello there, tall, dark, & jolly. ❜  10. ❛ my god, i’m hallucinating. i see little balls of sunshine in a bag. ❜  11. ❛ what happens when there’s only one of us left? ❜  12. ❛ i guess there’s a lesson to be learned here. sometimes life just isn’t fair, kiddo. ❜  13. ❛ i am shocked & i want details! ❜  14. ❛ let’s rent an adult video, drink mimosas, & french kiss the pillows. ❜  15. ❛ here we are, in the middle of a crisis, & there’s no cheesecake. ❜  16. ❛ you look like a prostitute. ❜  17. ❛ she says you are the scum of the earth, — but she said it with a lot of love in her eyes. ❜  18. ❛ i’m the biggest slut. ❜  19. ❛ gee, with only three hours’ sleep, i can be as bitchy as you. ❜  20. ❛ you’re always a bit ornery, unpleasant, impolite, even downright mean. that’s part of your charm. ❜  21. ❛ thank you, you bed-hopping relic. ❜  22. ❛ i could vomit just looking at you. ❜  23. ❛ i am upset because i was not the center of attention & nobody said i was the prettiest. ❜  24. ❛ oh, blow it out your tubenburbles! ❜  25. ❛ i haven’t had to disappoint this many men since daddy tore down the tree house. ❜  26. ❛ isn’t it amazing how i can feel so bad & still look so good? ❜  27. ❛ i could get herpes listening to this story! ❜  28. ❛ i have a rule. if i can’t pronounce it, i don’t put it in my mouth. ❜  29. ❛ is that ‘ kick me hard ‘ sign a fashion statement? ❜  30. ❛ come on, like you never pretended to be possessed by somebody’s dead husband of a couple of laughs. ❜ 

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looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

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she wonders the same thing about brothers:

Hesitation before his mouth opened to say it. Just three words. That’s it. I. Like. Sonia. Simple as that — except it wasn’t.

He couldn’t do it. —No, he really couldn’t do it. He was trying, but nothing was coming out. You look like an idiot, idiot.

(Come on. Breathe. Just take it one word at a time.)

Oliver grabbed a pillow and held it between his chest and knees, resting his chin on top. Looking Leslie in the face wasn’t helping. Once he looked away, it was a little easier to form actual words. Fingers crossed he made it out alive.

❝  I kind of … maybe … like …   ❞

Nope. Nope, can’t do it. He buried his face in the pillow. If he was going to give his confession like a twelve-year-old girl, so be it. Her name was muffled when it came, barely-but-just audible. (As if Leslie was expecting ANY other name in the world.)

❝  Sonia.   ❞

There. He did it. He said it. He said it. Truth be told, he expected some kind of relief from finally saying it. A weight lifted. A breath released. Something. So why did he feel worse? Now that it was out, it made everything real. It wasn’t all in his head anymore. Now, it was something he’d actually have to deal with.

Everything he said played back in his mind on repeat. Stupid, stupid.

❝  Leslie? What am I supposed to do?   ❞

The moment Sonia’s name left Oliver’s lips, the flailing began and along with it the squealing. Both of which led to Leslie toppling off of the bed and landing on the floor. But whatever. It was cool. She was fine.

And more than that? She had been right. She knew Oliver liked Sonia. Just like she knew Sonia liked Oliver. She knew it. SHE. KNEW. IT.

Settling herself back on the bed (and taking a few deep, calming breaths), she looked at her brother. Right. Serious conversation time.

“Tell her?” And yes, she knew that it was one of those things that was easier said than done. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t the right thing. Or that Oliver would be disappointed with the results. Cause she was like 99.999% sure that he wouldn’t be.

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//Sooooooo if I was to do a slayer!Leslie verse, would people think I was crazy or would they want in.

ofwafflesandwesteros - I know your answer and I totally expect Sonia to be her Willow, crazy magical witch powers and everything.

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Soothing Sentence Starters

“It’s okay. I’m right here.” “Just take a deep breath.” “You can hold my hand if you need to.” “Everything’s all right.” “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” “Shhhh. You’re fine.” “Do you want me to stay with you?” “Let’s count to ten together, okay?” “Concentrate on my heartbeat. Don’t listen to anything else.” “I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine.” “Look at me. Just look at me and nowhere else.” “I won’t leave you behind.” “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

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send me which part of the cinnamon roll meme you think i am

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you

sinnamon roll

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Flourless Chocolate Muffins

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//THAT’S RIGHT. THE LESLIES GET SHIT DONE.

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and yet knows all this better than him:

A hole. That would be one way to describe it. Oliver was in a hole. He knew he could trust Sonia with everything he had. He could tell her anything (as he always did). But she hadn’t thrown down any ladders to him yet. No rope. Nothing. Obviously that meant she was too far out of reach, right? That she didn’t have any ladders or rope to throw. (Unless she was in her own hole, expecting the same from him. No, no. That was ridiculous. Throw away that thought stat.)

But now, his hole was filling up. Buring him inside. Every little thing Leslie added was just a shovelful of dirt. She was throwing it into his hole, right on top of him until he suffocated.

He typed as she listed them off, feeling the pressure of each one as it came down.

creative & collaborative

likes arguing about fiction

reads comic books

convictions (marvel & star wars > dc & star trek)

This was it. She had thrown in her dirt and now he was buried. He pushed off of his desk to swivel around and face her. Everything had built up in his chest and now it was all sitting there, turned to stone. There was only one way to get it out.

❝  Les, I— Chill for a second, okay? I need—   ❞

Was he really doing this? Of course he could trust his sister. But with something like this? He wasn’t sure. But it was all he had left. (Except picking her up and locking her out of his room — but that wouldn’t be good for anyone.)

Oliver left his desk to make sure the hall was clear, closed the door, then sat across from Leslie on his bed.

❝ Alright. Leslie, listen. If I tell you something, can you keep it a secret? You have toSWEAR. I can trust you with that, can’t I? ❞

When Oliver stepped away from the computer, Leslie began to fear that maybe she had pushed a little too hard; that Oliver was about to kick her out. Which, she could not allow to happen. If Oliver kicked her out, then they’d never finish this conversation. And if they didn’t finish this conversation, then Oliver would never realize that the person he was supposed to be with was Sonia. And then what? They’d both be alone and miserable forever. As Oliver grew up and made ultra depressing indie films about ‘the futility of life’ and ‘the lie that is true love’ and Sonia found herself trapped in a loveless marriage with her publisher, but she couldn’t divorce him because if she did than volume five of her epic fantasy series would never be published and everyone knows that volume five is going to be the best one in the series and WHY COULDN’T THEY JUST BE HAPPY???

Thankfully, her internal spiral halted the moment Oliver came to sit across from her. Oh thank god. He wasn’t kicking her out.

Wait. Did he just say he was going to tell her something? A secret? Oh god. This was it, wasn’t it? It was happening.

Be cool, Leslie. Be cool.

OH GOD.

“Of course. You can tell me anything. You know that.”