#regretsher

[unvendaval]

@regretsher , cont . from x .

[ 📲 sms : margaret ] : ...

[ 📲 sms : margaret ] : i napped . your concern for the elderly is appreciated , though .

[ 📲 sms : margaret ] : thinking about me ? thought the daisy jones had a better night going on for her .

[hedunne]

@regretsher asked: “ i always wanted kids… ” pregnancy prompts ( pt. 1 )

a  smile  graces  on  his  lips  as  eyes  bore  into  hers  at  the  confession.  he  will  have  time  to  freak  out  later,  what  this  all  means,  but  at  the  moment,  in  that  brief  second?  he  is  there  for  daisy.  "I  have  seen  you  with  julia,  you  know?  you  will  be  a  great  mother."  there  is  no  doubt  in  his  mind.  the  way  she  glowed  while  holding  a  kid,  the  way  she  would  stop  in  the  middle  of  crowds  to  chat  up  with  a  little  kid  who  wants  to  be  like  daisy  jones.

 there  is  no  doubt  in  his  mind  that  she  would  be  the  best  there  is  (  he  ignores  the  warm  feeling  inside  his  gut  when  he  watches  her  with  julia,  and  how  a  small  part  of  him  wants  to  be  right  there  beside  her  ).  billy  allows  himself  a  moment  of  weakness  and  reaches  over  to  brush  over  wild  hair  over  her  forehead,  a  soothing  gesture,  he  hopes.

 "what  do  you  want  to  do?"  the  question  lays  clear,  even  if  she  already  answered  it  with  her  words.  she  wants  to  be  a  mother.  still,  he  lingers  on  the  fact  she  has  possibilities.  "and  do you want me there?"

[faithfulfriends]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 — 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.

@regretsher

[roseguided-arch]

@regretsher LIKED for a random starter ! ft julia alvarez-dunne

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃. growing up, she remembers little bits of the band & of daisy. nothing that would match who the woman was today—from what julia had gathered from articles , from interviews , & from first hand accounts from her parents daisy had grown tremendously from the height of the six. the idea of wanting to get backstage hadn’t been one that julia felt capable of panning out . . not that she didn’t think daisy didn’t like seeing fans , but because of how tight security had become around famous singers these days. ; so , imagine her surprise when her name is given & immediately julia is allowed backstage. hands play with themselves nervously , absently as she didn’t realize she was doing it , as throat clear. dark colored eyes focus on the woman’s back as she appears to be fixing her make up. ❛ i don’t mean to bother you . . ❜ they felt more like strangers than what youth remembers , how unfortunate. ❛ but , i just- . . i don’t know. i wanted to see you. ❜ & ask you about participating in the book i want to write.

[roseguided-arch]

@regretsher ASKED, 𝑨 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 ( 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒉 )

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, hannah is concerned to say the least. was something wrong , did something happen , or did hannah simply catch her mother in something she may do more than the young woman realizes ? a kiss to the forehead on its own is nothing to be alarmed about, so why is she ? ( perhaps it’s a dread of something happening. an anticipatory dread or fear. the girls life had been mostly stable , easy going , happy — something was due , wasn’t it ? ) ; brows furrow for a moment as hannah pushes the covers off of her shoulders & looks toward her mother in the dim light of her bedroom. ❛ mom , what- . . ❜ comes groggy response as hand comes to rub rather viciously at one of her eyes that refuses to stay open. mind awakens a little at a time, a comforting hand against her arm. under this dim light the mother & daughters hair shines the same color of auburn. ❛ is something wrong , mama ? ❜ asks hannah, eyes focused on daisy completely now.

[siixth-a]

@regretsher | meme

↪ ❛  do you mind if i use you as a pillow?  ❜

she appreciates being asked – though as selective as she is with the people who are allowed to enter her personal space, daisy wouldn't have to worry about it. there are people who turn you cautious, reluctant to extend your warmth for fear it'll be taken advantage of. & she's dealt with those for years. but thankfully, there are people who bring it out of you without so much as lifting a finger, too. they inspire trust. it's nearly baffling how quickly they've opened her heart to gentleness. & receiving it makes it that much easier to give it. " i don't mind. " she smiles her way & watches as daisy makes herself comfortable, head in her lap. her own head rests back against the bus window, counting stars instead of sheep, one hand idly resting on daisy's head. digits gently brush past her hair, quiet sigh pouring past her lips. she's content. all the blood & sweat & tears haven't been for nothing. & she still holds onto every moment, afraid it'll be the last. when dreams come true, you become scared of waking up. eyes veer down for just a moment, corner of her mouth lifting slightly. " just don't drool on me. "

[faithfulfriends]

@regretsher said ❛the only one who gets to kill you, is me.❜

standing across from daisy behind the bar, julian knew their conversations would take this turn as it so often does. they’ve managed to polish off a bottle of whisky between them in as little as an hour, an action they’d surely regret the next morning.

daisy had been a regular in the sunset lounge from the first night they had opened their doors, spent many a night asleep on the office of julian’s floor and caused too many fights in those four walls that it was impossible to count. they knew each other inside and out, daisy often privy to the downfalls in his life even before he was.

“well shit, if you’re gonna be the one to kill me i might just deserve it.” he laughs, pouring them another drink from a fresh bottle from behind the bar. “surprised it hasn’t happened already. i’ve got too many people in this damn town who want me dead. don’t need you adding to that list.”

[withthebcnd]

you changed everything.

“No,  Daisy…  You  changed  everything,”  Camila  said,  gently  grabbing  the  redhead’s  shoulders. “This  house,  the  life  my  kids  get  to  have…  It’s  all  because  of  the  song  you  wrote.  I’m  so  thankful  for  you.”  

Camila  Dunne  owed  everything  to  Daisy  Jones.  She  wasn’t  sure  why  Billy  didn’t  like  the  singer.  She  chalked  it  all  up  to  jealousy  and  ego,  but  the  brunette  knew  when  to  give  someone  the  credit  they  deserved.  She  was  so  good  to  Julia,  made  her  feel  special  every  time  the  little  girl  was  in  her  presence.  Her  energy  was  electrifying,  but  she  could  tell  the  woman  was  lonely  and  didn’t  let  people  in  easily.  She  just  took  that  as  a  challenge.