#little Daisy jones

[half-eclipse]

little daisy x cg camila headcanons ✩°🌟｡⋆⸜ 🌙✮ [part 1/?]

cw: mentions of smoking, past child neglect

this got a lot longer than i intended, but i’ve been thinking about them so much lately <3 thank u @emdure for helping me brainstorm about my fav pair

⭐️. . . Camila finds out about Daisy’s regression one night after a party. She doesn’t ever intend to tell Camila about it (she doesn’t necessarily understand it herself) but she’s overwhelmed and Camila always has a way of seeing right through her. When the party winds down and Daisy is the last guest standing, she ends up spilling the truth about her childhood and how sometimes she feels like a scared child rather than the adult she’s meant to be. The night ends with Daisy crying into Camila’s arms, Camila lovingly comforting her through it all, tucking her in when she passes out on her sofa. 

🐞. . . (Daisy does not open up about her childhood, to anyone ever. But Camila is so comforting that she tells her more than she intends to. She should feel uneasy about it, but she realises Camila might be one of the only people she trusts with it) 

🌙. . . Camila keeps stock of the fancy tea from Thailand that Daisy likes. Whenever Daisy has a hard night, she calls Camila and she’s always ready with a cup of tea. She burns Daisy’s favourite incense, plays her favourite records, and holds her until she settles down. They call it their ‘’quiet time.’’ The way Camila prepares her tea becomes her favourite.

💤. . . As much as Daisy loves her newfound relationship with Camila, she starts worrying that this isn’t how it’s meant to be. That she’s an adult and she shouldn’t want this, let alone enjoy it so much. She starts avoiding Camila and becoming distant – but Camila understands her and reels her back in everytime. 

⭐️. . . Camila starts to notice that Daisy smokes more often when she’s overworked and stressed. She questions her about it one night, and Daisy admits that she needs to keep her mouth busy when she’s overwhelmed. Camila buys her teething jewellery to replace the cigarettes, and Daisy is shy to admit that it helps. 

🐞. . .They ease into it all slowly, trying to figure it out together. Starting off with soft plushies and lullabies, and introducing more baby things as Camila starts to get a hold of the whole thing.

🌙. . . One night during their ‘’quiet time’’, Camila introduces Daisy to her first pacifier. Daisy is obviously embarrassed and wants to run away, but Camila is there to comfort her and tell her it’s okay if that’s what she wants. Camila starts preparing her tea for a sippy cup. 

💤. . . Daisy tells Camila one night that she misses a toy from her childhood – a little redhead doll with freckles that matched Daisy’s and a little pink dress. Camila spends weeks searching for it, and finally tracks it down in a toy store. She surprises Daisy with it on their next quiet night. 

⭐️. . . Camila learns how to knit to make clothes for Daisy’s new doll

🐞. . . Daisy being a bookworm as a kid definitely followed her into her adult life, but also shows when she’s regressed. She babbles happily to Camila about the latest book she’s read, and Camila buys her kiddie books for when she’s feeling smaller. 

🌙. . . Daisy struggles with letting people touch her hair. Her mother was never careful when she brushed and styled it – Camila shows her how loving it can be. She brushes through the knots gently, braiding it back to keep it out of her face, and kisses Daisy's face when she starts to cry from the tenderness. 

💤. . . Camila starts to call Daisy her little sun — in turn Daisy starts seeing Camila as her moon. 

⭐️. . . When Daisy seems down or quieter than usual, Camila implements ‘’tickle time’’. Tickling and stroking Daisy’s skin until she’s a giggling mess and begging Camila to stop. 

🐞. . . Daisy slips up one night when she’s feeling really little and calls Camila ‘’mama’’. She’s instantly embarrassed, immediately feeling big and trying to leave. Of course, in true Camila fashion, she reassures her that it’s okay. If Daisy sees her like that, then it’s okay. 

🌙. . . When Camila isn’t around, she asks the band to keep an eye on Daisy for her. She doesn’t tell the band the real reason, never wanting to embarrass Daisy or wreck the relationship she carefully crafted. (But she does suggest to Daisy that maybe she should let Billy and Karen know – they are the two people in the world who would understand the most)

💤. . . Daisy ends up needing lots of reassurance, especially in the beginning. She can’t get out of her mind that she isn’t supposed to be like this, that the lead singer of the world’s biggest band shouldn’t be like this. The more they ease into it, the more Daisy accepts that part of herself. 

⭐️. . . Daisy starts off being incredibly shy and quiet, becoming more and more energetic as she comes out of her shell. The first time she gets fussy and throws a tantrum, Camila pulls her into a hug and cries, because Daisy is finally letting herself be the little girl she never got to be. 

🐞. . . Camila seems to understand what Daisy might need before Daisy even realises. A pacifier when she starts feeling fussy, a sippy cup full of tea when she cries so hard she can’t catch her breath, her doll tucked in her arms when she’s afraid to be let alone

🌙. . . Because Daisy is so shy to let Camila know she's feeling small, Camila helps her make a bracelet -- ladybugs and leaf beads with ''Daisy'' written in gold letters that she wears whenever she's little but struggles to tell Camila.

💤. . .Buying her little gerber puffs and yogurt dots as snacks :') keeping some in little baggies in her purse in case Daisy starts feeling snacky.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

There is something about characters with bangs/a fringe which immediately makes me think they are a regressor

[bringiton]

Speaking with Entertainment Weekly, Powell revealed that he adopted Brisket from the Labelle Foundation while he was filming the standalone sequel to the 1996 classic Twister.

"I was going through a breakup at the time and was in the middle of Enid, Oklahoma, and I had always wanted a dog," Powell told EW. "It was something I thought about a lot, but it was somewhere in this coffee shop in Enid.... I don't even know how to describe it, I just had the desire to be a father."

He eventually came across Brisket's picture on a dog rescue site and did everything he could to adopt him. "I sent them a heartbreakingly depressing video of me [explaining] why I needed this dog," Powell recalled.

Powell officially introduced Brisket to the world in July 2023 and has been sharing loving snaps of him ever since (including posting thirst traps with him on social media).

GLEN POWELL on his dog Brisket for ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY

[useragarfield]

#y’all nasty

BILLY DUNNE & DAISY JONES Daisy Jones & the Six | “Looks Like We Made It” 1.08 (2023)

[inafieldofdaisies]

Twisters (2024) | Cinematography appreciation

[urimaginarygirlfriend]

toxic trait is loving twisters and blasting ain't no love in oklahoma at all hours of the day

[troubledontlastalways1999]

euphoria (2019-present) // herakles, euripides // taxi driver (2021-present) // a little life, hanya yanagihara // take a bite by beabadoobee // mr. robot (2015-2019) // ? // ? // nothings matters anymore but you by madison beer // what was i made for by billie eilish // normal people (2020) // girl from nowhere (2018-2021) // ? // looking for alaska by john green // a pearl by mitski.

[90staylor]

meet the members of the tortured poets department.

our chairman, taylor swift.

peter pan, clara bow, stevie nicks, our collegues from the down the hall; the dead poets, daisy jones, post malone, martha from who's afraid of virginia woolf, florence, amy march and jo march, cassandra, patti smith and dylan thomas, barbie, emily dickinson, bella baxter.

[felixcatton]

- I just had, like, a vision of us 20 years from now. What were we doing? Just this. Just laughing and being silly.

[half-eclipse]

do u ever see a photo of ur fave characters and ur just like yeah. u are so very obviously baby here . yeah

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little Daisy Pt.8

Daisy makes a new friend :)

I’d recommend reading the other parts first but this also works as a stand alone !

Tw: mentions of drugs and addiction

Word count: 1615

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Daisy didn’t go to post show parties anymore. And if Daisy didn’t go somewhere, Karen tended not to go either. Neither of them minded, really, they tended to want to just be together more than anything else. It was easiest when they could finish a show and go straight up to one of their hotel rooms and go to sleep, but without her Dexies sleep was becoming a bigger issue for Daisy than it had been in a long time. The current solution (and the only one Karen was yet to find even the slightest bit helpful) was to walk with Daisy around whatever city they were in until they were both practically dead on their feet then go back to the hotel, give Daisy a bath and some warm milk. It worked most of the time, which was good enough for Karen.

Tonight however, Daisy’s restlessness had been relentless. They’d found themselves in a dingier part of the city, eating warm pretzels on the side of a street which smelt of mildew and rust. “We should head back now, at least try to get some sleep,” Karen suggested, gently brushing Daisy’s hair behind her ears. They were crouched near the floor, backs against the brick wall, cover of the night hiding them from any fans which may have still been lurking around the streets. Daisy sighed and pouted, stretching her arms out in front of her. She didn’t want to keep Karen up at all these absurd hours of the night but she knew she couldn’t sleep and in all honesty she didn’t particularly trust herself to be awake, sleep deprived and alone whilst still being able to ignore the temptations to just take a few pills. She was about to say yes and head home when she heard a rustling sound from across the street. Daisy reached out and grasped Karen’s hand on instinct, heart pounding just for a moment before she saw two small, beady eyes glimmering in the street lights. Immediately, and with little care for road safety, Daisy pulled herself off the wall and towards the small dog which had sat itself down in the middle of the road. She shook her head disapprovingly and picked up the dog, which despite clearly being a malnourished puppy looked overgrown in Daisy’s arms.

“Daisy, no.” Karen came over to where Daisy had sat the dog down on the side of the road. “Absolutely not.” She could already see the idea blooming in Daisy’s head. “We’re not getting a dog.” Daisy’s face dropped into one which looked as sad as the dog beside her. She stroked her hand gently down the back of the dog's golden brown fur, matted and dirty.

“He looks sad,” she pouted, looking up at Karen.

“No he doesn’t,” she promised knowing if Daisy grew too empathetic towards the dog they’d have no hope. “He’s probably just tired.” Daisy shook her head, tilting her face down so it was inline with the dog. They held eye contact for a few moments and Karen had to resist the urge to pull Daisy away from what was probably a pile of fleas. Despite its relatively sad looking face, the dog was wagging its tail excitedly.

“He must be hungry,” Daisy surmised, holding both her hands up to its face and scratching behind its ears. Daisy reached up for her half eaten pretzel which she’d previously handed off to Karen. She tore off a piece of the bread, offering it to the dog which ate it straight out of the palm of her hand, before turning itself in a happy little circle. Daisy melted at the sight, squealing happily and clapping her hands. “Can we keep him, please,” she begged, dragging out the ‘please’ desperately.

“He probably has a family,” Karen sighed. She didn’t want to disappoint Daisy but there was no way they were bringing a dog home, let alone on tour.

“He doesn’t have a collar,”

“He’s probably got fleas,”

“Would you leave me on the side of the road if I had fleas?” Karen chuckled softly,

“That is very different.” Daisy scrunched up her nose in irritation. She scratched at his neck gently. The dog was still wagging its tail like Daisy’s attention was the best thing it had ever experienced. It filled her with a kind of joy she hadn’t felt in possibly forever. Karen could see this, she really could. The way Daisy’s face softened at the sight of the small creature, the way she could barely take her eyes off it.

“Please Ma,” Daisy practically begged. The use of the name made it almost impossible for Karen to say no. It just made Daisy seem so small and innocent. Of course her baby needed a puppy. God. How could she possibly say no to that face?

She sighed, tiredly. “Fine. If you can get the dog back to the hotel we can keep it overnight. But I can’t promise Rod and Billy won’t make you leave it here in the morning.” She was really just saying this so they could go back to the hotel, no chance the dog would still be around tomorrow night.

“They won’t,” Daisy shrugged, as if the possibility was nonexistent. She used the rest of her pretzel to lure the dog to follow her back though from the look on the dog’s face Karen thought it would’ve followed Daisy anywhere no matter what.

No one in the lobby batted an eye at the two of them guiding a dog into the elevator- what were they gonna do anyway? If Daisy Jones wanted a dog in her hotel room, she’d have a dog in her hotel room.

They got the dog up to the room easily, then on a condition of letting it sleep in the room Karen made sure they cleaned the creature. There wasn’t a bath in the room so they made do with the shower. The whole bathroom was flooded and both girls soaked by the time the water stopped running grey with dirt from out of the dog. But Daisy couldn’t stop laughing the entire time and Karen couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. He shook his fur, spraying them all a final time. “This is disgusting,” Karen chastised but even she could help but smile as the dog nudged its damp face against Daisy’s knee.

It ended up being the three of them curled up in bed. Three plus Daisy’s stuffies. “This is Bowie,” she explained to the dog, holding up her stuffed dog. “He’s mine but you can cuddle him if you’re scared.” She reached over to pet the real dog’s ears. “And this is Bailey,” she added, pulling her bear into her lap. “He’s not a dog like you but you can still be friends.” Karen’s heart was little more than a pile of mush at the interaction. She hoped Billy or Rod would say no to the dog because there was no chance she was saying no.

“I think he’s tired now, Daisy,” Karen yawned, smoothing down Daisy’s hair. Daisy smiled at the dog, leaning over to kiss it's damp nose and getting a lick on the cheek in return.

“Night night,” she whispered before slipping her pacifier in her mouth and curling up to Karen’s side. The dog shuffled up the bed and curled up behind Daisy like it was common practice now. Yeah, he fit in pretty well.

***

Billy just laughed when he saw Daisy coming down for breakfast the next morning with a dog trailing behind her. Rod sighed but didn’t otherwise contend it. Plus, the others thought the dog was pretty cute so apparently he was staying, which Karen couldn’t really complain about as she watched Daisy sneak it bacon under the table at breakfast. Before they got on the bus that afternoon they’d gotten all the things Daisy thought he’d need. Anything a dog could possibly want, really.

On the bus Daisy curled up in the back with the dog on her lap, gently carding her fingers through it’s now much cleaner fur. Karen watched the two quietly, sitting so Daisy’s head was against her shoulder. “You’ll have to name him if we keep him,” Karen explained.

Daisy nodded thoughtfully, cupping the dog's face in her hands. “It hasn’t come to me yet,” Karen quirked an eyebrow.

“Well let me know when it does, he’ll need a name tag.”

***

Karen threw the ball across the length of the park they’d stopped at. Both Daisy and the dog bounded off after it.

“Apollo!” She squealed, chasing the dog, which was their new favourite game. Apollo. It was a Greek name Daisy had eventually chosen. God of healing, sun, music and poetry. Yeah, that was Daisy’s dog. Karen watched them quietly from the park bench, Daisy chasing after the golden ball of fur under the setting sun. She was laughing between squeals and her hair was flying everywhere like a first halo. Karen couldn’t help but muse again that, yeah, this was the happiest Daisy had been in a long time. They both bounded over to Karen after a moment, panting and glowing. Daisy collapsed into Karen’s arms, pressing her sweat dripped face against her shoulder. Apollo dropped the ball and sat by their feet, wagging his tail wildly, he was always wagging his tail when Daisy was within reach. Karen gently stroked her hand along Daisy’s arm, holding her warm body against her side.

“Thanks for letting me keep him, Ma,” she thanked. Karen couldn’t help the comforting tightening of her chest at the name. Ma.

“Of course, he’s family.” Daisy nodded, humming happily.

“Family,” she parroted.

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For reference, Apollo is a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever. I had no idea these dogs existed until I wrote this but they are SO DAMN CUTE and I want one now : D

[dangerk33paway]

i’ve come to the conclusion that i may have a type….

[kaizsche]

No. No, Anthony. TWISTERS INTERVIEW WITH GLEN POWELL, DAISY EDGAR-JONES, AND ANTHONY RAMOS

[hvnnibalecter]

DAISY EDGAR-JONES.

VIA BRYCE SCARLETT'S INSTAGRAM HANDLE. | 11TH APRIL 2024.

[flowerbitz]

the tortured poets department

[delicatepoets]

on undying friendships for @fightingdragonswithwho​ <3

graceland too - phoebe bridgers / daisy jones and the six / leonard cohen - boygenius / a league of their own (2022) / a little life - hanya yanagihara / ladybird (2017) / the seven husbands of evelyn hugo - taylor jenkins reid