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No. No, Anthony. TWISTERS INTERVIEW WITH GLEN POWELL, DAISY EDGAR-JONES, AND ANTHONY RAMOS
#pov: mom and dad gushing over the tshirt#glen powell#daisy edgar jones#anthony ramos#regal movies#glenpowelledit#daisyedgarjonesedit#celebedit#kaizscheglenpowellgifs#kaizschedejgifs#kaizschetwisterspressgifs#playing around with the coloring lol#look at glendaisy in their own little bubble talking about the shirt
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🍬 Trick or treat? 🎃
Hey darling 💕 It'll be a treat for you!
It's a Jily lives au (but no one knows and they're Obliviated) that I'm,,,, currently writing
Also Daisy POV bc i love her
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Daisy Evans has always been a peculiar child. When she's born, at the tail end of January 1982, she's quiet; for the first months of her life, she watches her parents with wide eyes constantly in movements, as if looking for more. She never quite grows out of the habit, either; sometimes, she turns as if about to talk to someone isn't here, and her nose scrunches in upset when she realizes it. She has her father's brown skin, her mother's green eyes, and brown hair burning red under the sun all hers; when she laughs, a bouncy sound her parents never tire of, it's a little bit of someone's else, too, and she knows it.
She's just not sure who.
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People here are wary of the Evans; of James, wild hair and brown skin and full-on grin, offering helping hands and terrible advice all the same; of Lily, fiery hair and fiery eyes and biting teeth, staring down bullying kids until they cry and unapologetic in front of their parents; of Daisy, as wild and as fierce as her parents, quiet and oh so peculiar. They're strange and other, and people of Privet Drive don't like what is other.
Daisy can't find it in herself to care.
She's six and running around the park at the end of the street, making friends and enemies alike, grin on her face and heart beating fast fast fast. It's the beginning of summer and she feels the world at her fingertips, shaking and humming and just ready to flip over.
So it does.
Daisy's ducking behind a bush, in the middle of an intense game of hide and seek with some of the other kids and determined to win. That's where she meets him — curled up under the bush, head in his shoulders and hands around his ankles, quiet and melancholic.
(The world tilts.)
"Hey," she says, breathless and curious and her magic burning her lungs. "Sorry, I didn't know it was taken."
He looks up at her, then. He has her father's hair and her mother's eyes and he looks like her and not at all, and suddenly Daisy knows who the blank spaces were hiding.
#i answer asks#trick or treat#alwaysyouuuuuu#ask game#hp#my writing#my fic#daisy potter#harry potter#(technically) jily#hope you like it!!#i'm working on james' pov lmao#it'll probably going to be a one-shot#i originally thought about this au bc i imagined daisy & harry's meeting idkdjf#��️❤️❤️
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nobody:
Daisy texting Garroth at 3 am on a Tuesday:
#sneak peak for when we as a society witness Daisy in the pdh era#nobody will ever love daisy like I do😔#I don’t care if nobody gets it BC I GET IT SO NOW EVERYONE MUST SEE#aphmau#aphblr#outsider pov#phoenix drop high#garroth romeave#mystreet garroth#original character#daisy has full on spiraled into a full OC while I’ve been gone at this point do I even post about her or just keep her to myself
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#ivykit#ivypaw#ivypool#dark forest#the power of three#hollyleaf's story#omen of the stars#dovewing's silence#crowfeather's trial#bramblestar's storm#a vision of shadows#tigerheart's shadow#spotfur's rebellion#squirrelflight's hope#the broken code#daisy's kin#a starless clan#design#today i learned ivypool is named after a real person#pov#fav character#deputy#redux
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Eternal Flame
#my art#fanart#super mario#mario#smb#super mario bros#princess daisy#mario bros#super mario wonder#mario wonder#daisy#pov you're bowser about to be set on fire#mario fanart#super mario fanart#smb fanart#smb wonder
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rip cat alvarez you would have LOVED california girls by katy perry
#the song and the mv#daisy dukes bikinis on top :) sun kissed skin so hot we'll melt your popsicle!#woaw actually just imagined laila in a bikini and had to lay down. call me jean moreau#tsc2 should skew away from jean's pov and have a full chapter of catlaila fucking raw#and then go back like nothing happened#who said that#txt#cat
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hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.
#not pjo#chitter chatter#when gatsby was like 'we should do lunch' i was like. hello. fucking. hello. are we. hello.#gatsby really said we just met literally 5 minutes ago. come meet my father figure. normal normal thing to do jay.#to be clear gatsby also asks him to go to lunch in the book. but like. there's a time skip. and also#in the show after mckee asks they immediately start making out on the couch. none of this ... nonsense#so the vibes are a LITTLE different in my brain.#i saw a few people say they didnt think gatsby and nick flirted enough and like while i do think that think part of it is we're#in nick's pov but not his HEAD#he DOES start singing about gatsby's smile for no reason until jordon is like. alright buddy. lets talk about daisy.#like nick was just Doing That. pull it together carraway.#but i got the vibe (JUST my take) that gatsby was like. kinda into nick. zero reason to be leaning into his space like that sir.#however when he actually MET daisy again he became kinda singularly focused on her again#i mean he built his whole lifeup to this moment#he says it at the end. he murdered pieces of himself to bring himself here. for DAISY.#him snapping back to daisy mode makes sense to me but he still reaches out for nick as a comfort in the sense that hes like#nick do NOT leave please stay with us. daisy does the same. and ofc part is that theyre really. fucking awkward. but like.#LET ME HAVE MY OWN NONSENSE INTERPRETATIONS. HES TRAPPED BY WHITENESS AND CLASS AND HETEROSEXUALITY.#hes already so much of an outsider trying to fit in. (i also think he loves daisy or an ideal at least. and she's EASIER to love. safer.)#nick inherently has more freedom even as a gay man in the sense that hes richer and white and an ivy league dude i mean you understand righ#right????????#even if its in the book i do wanna point out the parallels between those moments. im choosing to see it as deeply intentional <3#this show had a lot of repetition and parallels (see daisy and myrtle in a lot of songs and scenes)#(one i LOVE is tom giving myrtle a necklace and daisy later giving TOM her necklace in case he sees anyone he knows. idk love that shit)#im...gonna queue this#im embarrassed to talk about this show so much. so. into the queue it goes!!!#all the worlds a stage#so like. anyway. thats where i think nick's mind immediately went when gastsby asked him for lunch. personal headcanon <3#gatsby after one convo: we're doing lunch // me and nick immediately: oh ok! guess that's a date then!
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mentally I'm still here
#its the outsider pov witnessing something that shouldn't be witnessed#said outsider pov being his wife is just the extra cherry on top#daisybilly#daisy jones and the six#djats
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Tidmouth 1968. Oliver meets the Sodor diesels.
#dang i meant to keep this close to the vest and edit it a bit more#but it's past 10 and i have no impulse control left sssoooooooooo up it goes#a one-shot fic but it's like 8000+ words#ttte#ttte fic#jobeywrites#the railway series#ttte oliver#ttte boco#ttte daisy#ttte bear#ttte douglas#i'm finally really happy with my diesel characterizations#bear's a bit rough still... i've had the least practice with him... but i have conveyed how i imagine him pretty well#Not the BoCo PoV Fic You Were Expecting From Me Sorry#also This Fic Has No Plot (But You Probably *Did* Expect That From Me)
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via INSTAGRAM
#daisy edgar jones#brisket powell#people magazine#kaizschedejgifs#pov: a mom nominating her son#counting down the hours of the impending reveal
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Seasons Meetings
By Skyler10
Summary: Daisy brings her new girlfriend home to meet her parents, and Phil and Melinda are thrilled.
A/N: Wrote this on the plane home alone to a less accepting family and edited on the flight back, so I hope this helps all of us who have parents who wouldn't react in this welcoming of a way. *hugs
Read on Ao3
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Melinda May was in awe looking back at her past holiday family photos. She’d aged, despite her husband’s protests to the contrary. He had too, but gracefully, carrying the wisdom and laugh lines of experience, complimenting his gentle kindness. Their tiny baby transformed through each photo—first into a delightful and hyperactive little girl, then to an adorkable preteen, then to a depressed teenager with long hair dyed even blacker than her natural dark brown and with matching nails and thick eyeliner. She smiled, but it barely covered the truth. Those were rough years for them all.
But the photo tradition had continued. The longer Daisy was in college, the more she bloomed. She matured into a radiant young adult, if self-deprecating and with still a bit of that old insecurity when she ran into old classmates when home for the holidays. Former teachers and senseis and parents of friends asked every time when she was going to bring home a boyfriend, how she could possibly still be single, and didn’t she want to give her parents grandchildren?
Melinda always redirected the conversation, with a protective arm around her daughter’s shoulders. Both Melinda and Phil were quick to reassure Daisy that they were proud of her regardless of her relationship status or whether she ever had children. Daisy was grateful but said no more on the subject. She mentioned boyfriends here and there, and a girl or two, but none made it to Christmas or to meeting her parents. Melinda and Phil worried that Daisy's teen years were still haunting her all these years later.
In Daisy’s senior year of high school, she came out as bi to her parents in a tearful outpouring of secrets at the lowest point of her depression, but it proved to be a turning point. To Phil and Melinda, it was also a relief as it answered so many questions. It wasn’t just her ADHD, the high expectations on her as a tech genius, and the stress of moving away to college soon. She’d had her heart broken a year earlier by a girl who wasn’t ready to be out and denied they had ever had anything between them. The girl's friends shamed and bullied Daisy for months, but eased up over the summer and the fall semester. But as pressure mounted in the spring before graduation, Phil and Melinda found Daisy in her room crying so hard that dark streaks of mascara stained Phil’s shirt as he pulled her close. She’d been photographed flirting with another girl, and the photo had made its way around social media with meme text about sin and “confusion” in “our schools,” with the cyberbullying perpetuated by the girl from the previous year who had now joined an evangelical youth group.
No one could blame Daisy for staying away after high school graduation. She spent her summer breaks in impressive internships until one of those internships turned into a job at the end of those four years. But through university and now as a working professional, she always came home for Christmas.
This year, however, she wouldn’t be coming alone. She said she had a special guest, but she wanted it to be a surprise.
Melinda and Phil lit up when they saw their precious girl appear from the airport terminal. But the bombshell blonde with her made their smiles even bigger. The blonde caught Daisy’s scarf as it fell off and they stopped so she could wrap it back around Daisy’s neck. Daisy pecked a kiss to the blonde’s cheek and took her hand.
“Mystery solved then,” Phil quipped to Melinda. Melinda sent him an amused look of agreement before they waved to catch Daisy's attention.
After reunion hugs were exchanged, Daisy introduced them to the blonde who was politely waiting behind her.
“Okay, don't be weird,” Daisy warned, “but this is my girlfriend, Carol Danvers. Surprise! Carol, this is my mom and dad.”
Daisy's nervous smile told Melinda all she needed to know. Daisy was in love. This was no mere holiday invite because Carol didn't have plans. This was an official Meeting of the Parents.
“Wow, girlfriend, huh?” Phil stuck out his hand to shake Carol's. “I'm Phil.”
“We're so glad to meet you.” Melinda shook her hand next. “I'm Melinda.”
With this warm welcome, they walked together to the baggage claim.
“So this is the mysterious Carol,” Melinda began. “We've heard you've been spending time together…”
“… But we didn't know about the girlfriend part,” Phil finished.
Carol turned to Daisy in hesitation, “Wait, did they know before now that you're—”
“Oh! Yes.” “Old news.” “Yes!” The three hurried to answer.
“Just not that you two specifically were together in that way,” Phil explained his comment. “Carol, we can't wait to get to know you. We're really excited you're here.” Phil tried to rein in his enthusiasm to not embarrass Daisy, but Daisy and Melinda laughed at how obvious it was. Carol didn't, though. She seemed to relax.
“Thank you,” she said simply. Carol didn't hide it as well as Melinda did herself, but this girl clearly had some armor up. Melinda made it her mission to help Carol see her defenses were unnecessary here and that she was genuinely welcome.
“We weren't sure who this surprise guest would be so we made up the guest room,” Melinda explained. “But if you'd both be more comfortable staying in Daisy's room, that's fine too. Her bed is big enough for two.”
There, that was obviously supportive.
“Mom!!” Daisy groaned and blushed.
Phil shrugged. “This is our first time doing this. We don't know what you want.”
“Okayyyy,” Daisy turned to Carol, “now you see why I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Carol smiled at Daisy's childish embarrassment. “I think that's very kind. I'm okay with sharing if Daisy is.”
Daisy nodded and relaxed at how well this was going so far despite her anxieties, and Carol continued.
“Daisy told me it's the first time she's brought anyone home to meet you two. And she told me about all your Christmas traditions.”
Phil offered, “Do you have any of your family's that you would want to do while you're here, Carol? And are they okay with you being with us instead of with them this year?”
Carol exhaled heavily and looked to the still-quiet baggage carousel. “Yeah, they … will be fine.”
Daisy filled in, “Carol and her parents don't really get along.”
Ah.
Phil and Melinda nodded in understanding, and Phil offered, “Well, you're always welcome with us.”
He wanted to hug Carol, Melinda could tell, but the bags started to arrive. He was always finding young people in need of a mentor or father figure and helping them believe in themselves, whatever path lay ahead of them.
With their luggage acquired, they were ready to start their holiday. The four ventured out of the airport for a first Christmas together that they would each treasure for the rest of their lives, despite all of the awkward moments and hard conversations—and the heartbreaking realization that Carol had been worried about Phil and Melinda’s reaction to Daisy bringing home a woman. But Carol's courage and love had shown through, even in that misplaced fear, by being willing to come home with Daisy anyway. Which, of course, only endeared her to them more.
Even that same Christmas, after dropping the two young lovebirds back at the airport, Phil and Melinda mentioned it as soon as they were alone in the SUV. There was mutual agreement that this was The One for Daisy, but also that Carol clearly felt the same. She was the only person who could be worthy of their daughter, from the way Carol adored Daisy to the way she always looked out for Daisy's best, from that scarf in the first moment they saw her to handling Daisy's luggage with care when unloading at the dropoff on the way back.
“That girl’s going to be our daughter-in-law someday,” Melinda had remarked as they watched Carol disappear with Daisy through the airport sliding doors.
“You okay with that?” Phil asked just to be sure.
“Definitely. And you know I wouldn't say that about anybody else.” Melinda raised an eyebrow pointedly. “You?”
“Me too.” Phil smiled and pulled the SUV away from the curb and into an opening in the airport traffic. “One week and we already feel like a family of four.”
“People always asked me if we'd regret not having more kids,” Melinda confessed. “But I think this was the one we were waiting for. Not a sister for Daisy but a wife.”
Phil recounted this story as the father of the bride a year and a half later, in their wedding toast.
#daisy johnson#carol danvers#aos#agents of shield#captain marvel#daisy x carol#carol x daisy#wlw#sapphic fic#femslash#lesbian carol danvers#bisexual daisy johnson#skywriting#melinda may#phil coulson#melinda x phil#philinda#philindaisy#melinda may POV#holidays#Christmas fic#meet the parents#home for the holidays au
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The Glass Cabinet
Key characters: Daisy Buchanan
Key ships: (Past, mentioned) Daisy/Tom, Gatsby/Daisy
Style: Second Person, stream of consciousness. If you do not like either of these things, this isn’t for you.
TWs: Mentions of alcohol, implied abuse, mentions of death
Synopsis: Daisy’s grappling with her isolation, and her lack of genuine support system. A psychological examination of Daisy’s feelings towards herself, her emotions, and her place in this world.
Word count: 696
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59824306
It’s late, and you’ve had a bit too much to drink. It doesn’t happen often, in fact the last time you were this drunk was around five years ago…but something about tonight felt so hopelessly lonely that you sought comfort in the bottom of a bottle. You’re not quite sure what, it’s not an anniversary, there’s nothing special about today. No reason you should be feeling like this…and yet here you are. Tonight you just happened to fall down a disused well of despair. It’s not like it was ever truly gone, you just shoved it to the back of your mind, covered it up with the dirt and grass and flowers of other memories. Until tonight, when your unoccupied thoughts decided to probe where they shouldn’t. And suddenly it’s three hours later, and you’re drunk, and alone.
You’re no stranger to tears like this. Not the pretty ones, that make your eyes sparkle just so in the light. Not the ones that come to the surface quickly, and dissipate just as fast. Though those aren’t hard to come by either, and are always so perfectly charming to whomever happens to be with you when you’re overcome by such esoteric emotion. Real, guttural tears. The ones that shake your body, and leave you red in the face and gasping. The ones that people are never permitted to see. You let them once, on a night not unlike this, as you felt the death knell of church bells approaching like an oncoming train. Like tonight, you were drunk, and unlike tonight it’d been prompted by something obvious. You didn’t want to marry your fiance. The man you’d thought had died, or abandoned you, or found some shiny new toy to replace you with still loved you. But it was too late. The women had found you, surrounded you like jackals, but instead of attacking with their claws and teeth, transforming your beautiful face into something that would match the rot that’s inside, they used platitudes.
‘Don’t be silly Daisy, you don’t want to call it all off you’ve just got cold feet…’.
‘It’s too late now to do anything about it anyway, think of all the people downstairs, who’ve come to support you both.’
‘Pull yourself together girl, you made your bed. Now you’re going to have to lie in it.’
Sobering you up, stringing a noose of pearls around your neck. Dressing you like a porcelain doll, like something to be displayed, just a pretty object about to be handed over from owner to owner. All the while muttering between themselves. ‘Silly girl, stupid thing, to think she could change her mind…it’s far too late. And to throw away such a lovely gift. So careless!’
You haven’t cried like that in front of anyone since…with Tom you were too frightened to. Anything other than perfection was met with stern disapproval at best…a strike at worst. Nothing rawer than pretty tears, frivolous bursts of emotion over a tablecloth, or a vase. Nothing deeper. Not with any witnesses at least. He couldn’t possibly have his perfect toy ruining his image. And then he returned, acting as if nothing had changed. Acting as if you hadn’t changed. And of course it was all you could do not to scream in his face that you were different! Couldn’t he see that the Daisy he’d loved died five years ago?! That you were only the rotting corpse of a once lovely girl. But instead he got pretty tears and beautiful shirts. Who would want a woman who was anything else? He certainly didn’t. He just wanted someone he could display, like the rest of them.
You’re just a doll built to be displayed. Showed off, inside a glass cabinet. Later on they’ll add a second, smaller doll. A little girl. You’ll teach her how to smile and how to cry. Just how to pose so that you catch the light attractively. How to plant flowers over her darkest fears, and hopefully how never to stumble upon them. And one day, she shall replace you. And her daughter will one day replace her…and nobody shall ever break free from behind that glass.
#daisy buchanan#the great gatsby#fanfic#fanfiction#second person pov#stream of consciousness#god i love this woman’s brain
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i would’ve accepted a book 9.5 if it had been from marella’s pov and started where stellarlune ended (like unlocked did with legacy).
#kotlc#NO BUT THINK ABOUT IT#we’d see marella’s realization that she found what fintan wanted and now has the information necessary to find out what happened to her mom#and then she’s like. wait. i gotta get out of this elysian situation first whoopsie daisy. but we could find out WHAT HAPPENED TO HER MOM#more fintan content and more four horsegirls content and WE’D SEE MARELLA’S FAMILY DYNAMICS (ESPECIALLY HER MOM) THROUGH HER EYES#and also marella’s stuffed animal :) bonus i guess#could be like unlocked where it switches between sophie and marella to keep some amount of connection to the main series#shannon messenger i am outside your house don’t ask how i got here but#the pov choice being marella was so obvious literally who cares about what keefe was doing in the forbidden cities#i should be past this but i’m still cyclicing through the stages of grief and haven’t quite reached acceptance yet lads#hhhhhhhhhh grieving over the marella pov book we never had and were never going to have#am i going to read unraveled? absolutely. i will eat up any canon kotlc content i can get my grubby little hands on#will i like it? right now i’m thinking no but hey maybe shannon will surprise me
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one thing about me is that i can connect any song ever to the book i’m hyperfixating on
#right now it caraval#i’m sensing that this is going to be a short lived hyperfixation but we’re vibing i guess#any#i was just listening to yoyok by taylor swift#THATS SO SCARLETT#SHE LOOKED AROUND IN A BLOOD STAINED GOWN AND SAW SOMETHING THEY COULDNT TAKE AWAY#SHES ON HER OWN KID#SHE THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE SAVED BY A PERFECT KISS#i’m like half way through legendary and like i hate how the povs were switched#like i think it’s a really good book but like i miss scarlett and julian#i also don’t get why acarlett gets so much hate like she’s so cool#i miss julian so much#give him back#i know he’s here but i want more#caraval#folk of the air#books#these violent delights#foul lady fortune#daisy jones and the six#dance of thieves#six of crows#and more!#(i’ve done it with all of these) that’s the joke
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There's a world in which Daisy was a crucial component in HoX/PoX being the one to supply the information about Orchis to the X-Men (she's literally fought all the evil teams that were listed) and joins them in the mission and gets to be the audience POV of witnessing the X-Men all dying before getting cultishly resurrected
She's also present for the UN vote and is the only one not affected by Emma's telepathy, and is the only one not to receive Charles' worldwide declaration
And eventually she comes across a green skinned Inhuman known only as the Clairvoyant who's seen all the timelines lost and destroyed with the deaths of Moira
And after being approached by Mystique with a deal, she decides it's time to do some spycraft
#Marvel it's not too late hire me to write the krakoa era retrospective from Daisy's POV#daisy johnson#quake#hox/pox#house of x#powers of x#x men comics#krakoa
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