#delphinecxrmier

[youaremytouchstone]

Hello, @delphinecxrmier. Thank you for tagging me. It was a nice surprise. I want to do this, but your questions are not easy for me. I just realized I haven't actually thought about some of them. It will probably take me awhile. So, I leave this message first. Have I mentioned I like your gifs? I like this gifset so much. You have no idea how much I enjoy them. I can even hear her angelic voice. Thank you for sharing. I wanted to say that.

[notsoswanprincess]

3 entered the Sheriff's office

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bereetx​

raccoonandhouseplant​

" So .....now what?"

[obvscosima-blog]

delphine-cxrmier

Okay. This was weird.

Cosima knew that, which made it better somehow. Like the fact that she acknowledged it was weird doing it somehow lessened the weirdness, like it wasn't totally strange to sneak into the library to leave post-its at the table where the cute French girl always sat.

Yeah. Not creepy at all.

She liked to think that most of the decisions she made were good ones, or at least one that wouldn't doom her to a life of cheap potted cacti because she couldn't take care of a hoard of cats. She liked to think, even, that one of these decisions would prove brilliant, that maybe post-its on a table were a surefire way to love and success and great stories to tell her grandchildren and/or potted plants someday.

So with that inspirational idea in mind, Cosima let the library door close ungracefully behind her. Sneaky wasn't her thing, and her boots clomped loudly on the tile floor. But the table wasn't all too far away, and she noticed happily that no one was there. So into her pocket she dug, pulling out a pack of post-it notes and a bright red sharpie. She wrote slowly, oddly thoughtfully, and left five post-its scattered across the edge of the table.

            Hey you. (Not you. Her. Yeah, you.)             Welcome back!             Not to be super stalker, but I noticed you             flipping around a whole lot the other day.             Try appendix A. It's got all the formulas he             kinda seemed to forget to tell us in class.             Professors. Gotta love them, amirite?

She darted away, taking a seat at her normal table a few yard away, and opened her book. Because she was totally going to get reading done--might as well pretend, Cosima figured. She had done what she came to do.

[londonsfosterage]

#FOLLOW#LIKE NOW#SHE'S MY FAVOURITE SARAH#DO IT

WATER U DOIN? :O I is not quality! I'm not even here cause I"m currently dying of flu. 

[obvscosima-blog]

*THROWS MY URL AT YOU TOO*

Opinion on;

Character in general: um like it’s Delphine??? like people who still think Delphine is not an a++ character & person need to check themselves before they wreck themselves tbhHow they play them: ok you see that icon over there? yeah you should click it and follow like right freakin’ now because perf delphine idk what else to sayThe Mun: Georgia is aWESOME AS FUCK and she’s super cute and SHE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT so basically if that’s not fab idk what is

Do I:

RP with them: yes and all of it turns out sad crIESWant to RP with them: um dUH like we need ALL THE THREADS

What is my;

Overall Opinion: is this not already completely obvious?? idk man you’re great

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[cloniing-archive]

delphine-cxrmier replied to your post:delphine-cxrmier replied to your post:what if...

oh my actual god. Delphine shouting at people because they’re not doing good enough, and slamming her hands on a desk and just getting as angry as she did with Scott that one time. PLEAAAASE

'because i am your boss.'

[cloniing-archive]

delphine-cxrmier replied to your post:what if Delphine is really the big boss ass bitch...

this needs to exist. evil!delphine. *totally makes this a verse*

no but like s3 starts with Delphine walking into a room and sitting in a leather chair with a files in her hand. And then you see like top side reunited in Frankfurt for an important meeting. And she like p much owns the whole corporation

[slipsthroughyourfingers]

delphine-cxrmier

Teresa winced as her shoes clacked against the marble floor, feeling completely out of place as she strode into the building, trying desperately to look like she knew where she was going. She'd been given an address and orders to see a certain doctor; she'd also been told to be sneaky about it. But the brunette hadn't been told that the building was fitted with state-of-the-art security systems, and the second she walked through the second set of doors no less than five security guards turned to stare at her. 

"Ah...." 

"Mierda."