#daisy's mail~

[dame-nostalgique]

Letter to April 🤍🌼

#my photography #letters #snail mail #stationery #penpals #mail art #nature #flowers #cottagecore #fairycore #daisies #daisy #florals #april #spring #springtime #gardens #cottagecore art #fairy aesthetic #coquette aesthetic #coquette #pink #pink blog #pinkcore #flowercore

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

Ok,but hear me out

Baby pac purring when he is held by one of his folks.

Or him teething,and zac is just cry bc his son is growing up...and his finger hurt bc pac is chomping him.

you had me at "hear me out" yugo

#you've got mail 📬 #pacman and the ghostly adventures tag ! 🟡🍒 #adventure awaits #pacfam #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #sunny pmatga #zac pmatga #pacster #<- ? it's him as a baby but i believe it counts #anyways i am so fucking mad namco never elaborated on their family life before it all went downhill. WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL!!!! #WE COULDVE HAD CUTESY DOMESTIC MOMENTS W/ SUNNY AND ZAC!!!! AND THEM TAKING CARE OF PAC #*WE COULD HAVE HAD YURI* AND TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF BUT NOPE. NO WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS #i have to do EVERYTHING myself in this HOUSE!!!!!!! /J #i'm still salty about this 10 years later. sorry. i'll be salty about it again forever and ever. oopsie daisy

[latibvles]

Gonna throw you a bit of an AU. 'Brown iodine stains on skin' for Daisy (yes, Daisy) and whatever flyboy you feel appropriate or interesting.

DAISY AND THE FLYBOYS? DAISY AND THE FLYBOYS. that would be an excellent band name but I digress. I was kind of giggling to myself writing this. wherever she goes she's going to have gray hairs over these soldier boys (affectionate)

—

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this.

It’s not a thought that he’ll express anywhere besides in his own mind, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s having that thought at all. Thirty men one day, twenty on another, did you see any chutes? How many? What bearing? What time? He knew what he signed up for, it’s not that he’s complaining about it. He just doesn’t know how to make sense of it. How people can be there and gone in a minute.

And he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it.

“You ought to get that looked at,” Dr. Stover cautions, eyeing a few of the cuts on Gale’s face. “After interrogation.”

“Major, here,” chimes the voice next to him, softer but a little more urgent — fingers wrap around his wrist and there’s a hand pressing a small rag unceremoniously into his hand. He winces at the sting of it against his palm. His eyes settle on her as she loosens her own grip, staring up at him with big dark eyes and equally dark furrowed brows. “Wouldn’t want to bleed on the maps.”

For a moment Gale can only stare at her, because if he’s being completely transparent — he still feels like part of him is up there and hasn’t come down quite yet. Hadn’t realized he’d even cut his hand until she’d drawn attention to it, so he just stares at her lips pressed into a line, her warm brown hair tucked neatly into her nightingale cap, her face fresh as a—

“Daisy, why don’t you head over to the hospital. That landing strip looked pretty busy.” Her gaze snaps back to Stover, and she nods with a quick ‘yes, sir’, scurrying off before Gale can so much as choke out a thanks for the rag he was now holding to his own palm.

The interrogation is as chaotic as ever as they try to go over everything they’d just witnessed. It should’ve been easy, considering it’d just happened moments ago. But sitting in the chair, pressing a rag to his wrist, weighing in when needed — Gale can feel the weight settling in his bones, his shoulders. He’s slow to stand when they’re dismissed, letting the other guys filter out before him, partly because he knows how eager they are to leave and partly because it’s all he can really muster as he blinks back into some semblance of consciousness that isn’t so tethered to basic instincts.

He assumes that’s why, when he’s finally made his way over, the hospital isn’t as chaotic. Those who needed beds are in beds, with a nurse or a crewmate by their side, and Gale stands in the doorway watching for a long, silent second. A nurse with honey-blonde hair smiles at him, something bright and welcoming.

“Major Cleven! Take a seat right over there. We’ll get’cha situated in a minute,” she gestures to one of the chairs posed between empty beds, and Gale makes a point to return the smile as he moves to sit where she’d instructed. It’s in this buzzing quiet, only accented by the occasional murmurings of the few men in the room, that he lets out a long, heavy breath. No way in hell he’ll ever get used to this.

He sees the brown iodine stains on her hands before noticing the metal tray of instruments in her hands: bandages, cotton, scissors, thread, antiseptic. And then the crisp whiteness of her uniform, in spite of that.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” Gale lifts his gaze again. The nurse from before, Daisy, is smiling this time, and he notes the dimple in her cheek. He waves the now stained rag in his free hand.

“Figured you’d want this back.” He offers as she sits down on the edge of the bed, taking it from him with a click of her tongue.

“Ah, yes, my lucky hanky,” she hums, fingers brushing against his cheek as she turns his head. She wets the rag with the antiseptic and starts on his face. Gale doesn’t flinch on the sting.

“What makes it lucky?”

“Usually if I give it away there tends to be a pilot attached to it when it comes back,” She looks at him then, but only for a moment before shifting her attention back to his cuts. “And they’re usually the ones who would otherwise need to be dragged here kicking and screaming. So I’m, uh, fairly lucky to avoid that fuss.” Daisy’s quick with his face, leaning away and looking over him before nodding to herself. “Just let me…” she takes his arm again, bringing his palm to her.

“Lucky I don’t kick or scream then, huh?”

“Oh definitely, there must be extra magic in it today,” She doesn’t even look up as she says it, doesn’t miss a beat as her fingers smooth over the skin of his palm. They’re rough, which he wasn’t expecting and hadn’t noticed before, but they’re steady, too. “Lucky for you this won’t need stitches. How’d it happen?”

Gale leans back in the chair, eyes the gash and furrows his brows. He can’t for the life of him remember how that happened. There’d been a lot happening, all things considered. Their whole fort was practically a jagged mess of sharp edges. She’s looking at him now and while she isn’t smiling her face is just… soft, he wants to go as far as to say it’s probably a little knowing — if the roughness of her hands and her good-luck-hanky are any clues.

“Okay, how about this — got your shots?” That, he can answer, so he does.

“Yes ma’am.” She snorts at that, shaking her head a little.

“Don’t call me ma’am,” Back in with the cotton, cleaning the cut, which stings a little more. “Lucky you, then. You’ve avoided the big needle.”

“What, is it that bad?” He asks, and he can’t help the smile making its way onto his face.

“If you’re scared of needles then, yes. Are you scared of needles Major…”

“Cleven,” He finishes as she reaches for the roll of bandages. “No, can’t say that I am, Nurse…”

“Clarke,” Her turn to finish, as she wraps his hand round-and-round. Daisy Clarke, then. “Then maybe you would’ve been fine either way,” she assents as she reaches for scissors to cut the bandages.

Gale curls his hand into a fist, then unfurls it, letting his hand breathe once she finishes, and Daisy watches him for a moment before rising to her feet.

“Try to hold off on any fist-fights and if you bleed through those feel free to stop by to have them changed out, okay?” she dusts off her hands, even though the brown stain still clings to them. Gale nods.

“Yes ma’am,” he parrots. The look she gives him is narrow-eyed, but there’s a smile on her face as she stares, taking the tray with her as she walks off again.

Gale thinks, for the briefest moment, that he might be feeling a little lighter.

#poet’s mail box #. daisy clarke #gale buck cleven #masters of the air fic #mota fic

[jilliankayeart]

Like so many great love stories, it’s about the ✨yearning✨

patreon.com/jilliankaye

instagram.com/pbandjillian

#pushing daisies #lee pace #anna friel #ned the piemaker #charlotte charles #lonely tourist #gouache #art #snail mail #envelope art #mail art

[badnewswhatsleft]

they're so fucking cute !!

#''Do you guys wanna do just one yesterday with us'' i'm checking myself out forever or seomething #they're so smiley at each other .. that's papa and daisy grenade #mailing letters #media blitz #very bad for me and my initially sort of amusing daydream for a collab/feature very bad very bad

[sassymajesty]

https://www.tumblr.com/sassymajesty/733617416862580738?source=share - Costia when Clarke first enters the cafe vs when she sees the sweater 😭😭

costia being oh so terribly understanding when clarke walks in for the first time after the whole town found out she was in a relationship with lexa and apologizes for stealing her woman:

costia when she sees the bold colors of clarke's sweater, the same pattern in the tucked away sweater she saw at lexa's, realization sinking into her that those two have been fucking for a while and she was the clown in this whole thing:

#L I T E R A L L Y picture perfect costia representation here #i honestly have a scene kinda like that planned except it's lexa's sweater oopsie daisy #anon #nina's mail #💌

[f4irydaydreams]

Hi! I would like to request eddies reaction to reader hogging the blanket! If you dont want to do it thats totally fine!! Have a great day! 👍👍

a/n it’s not much but hope you like it!

it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend the night watching movies on eddie’s couch. you were forcing him to watch your new favorite, the breakfast club. eddie was not very happy with your choice but it was your turn to choose.

eddie’s trailer got cold in the winter. it was a lot colder than you two had expected, you could see snow falling faintly from his tinted windows. you weren’t dressed warm enough and soon started to shiver.

“s’cold today isn’t it” eddie muttered nothing how you ran your hands up and down your arms trying to keep warm.

“it’s freezing eddie how do you live like this”

he leaned over the couch to pull out a pile of clothes, “that is what blankets are for sweetheart” he said picking out a blue throw.

you wrapped your self in the warm fuzzy blanket. it smelled slightly of eddie and was soft against you skin.

“hey quit hogging, it is my blanket y’know”

“yeah but i’m all cold and i don’t have tons of jackets on to keep me warm” the blanket was tucked in your side as you held it around your shoulders.

“i’m still cold baby”

“suck it up” you poked your tongue out at him trying to hide your smile.

eddie leaned his head on your shoulder, his soft curls tickling your skin. his arm went around your waist tugging you close to him.

giving you the biggest doe eyes he could muster eddie said, “alright the least you could do is let me cuddle”

“hmm let me think about it” you faked being in deep thought before turning sideways and wrapping your arms around him pulling him down to lean on your chest.

you couldn’t resist his sweet eyes looking at you like that and it was wonderful to have him this close to you. you placed a soft kiss on his head and continued watching the movie.

“you’re lucky you’re cute munson”

— thank you for reading! comments and reblogs appreciated <3

#love mail. #daisy writes 🤍 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[leatherbootlace]

One Morning, Percy crept into the Top Station looking exhausted.

“I didn’t sleep a wink last night,” he groaned aloud, “Not with Oliver pulling my Mail Train.”

“Whatever for?” said Daisy. “Oliver is très remarquable, non?”

“He’s also quite bad at pulling trucks.” Percy remarked, but Daisy wouldn’t listen.

“Imagine him coming to our branch line,” the railcar said dreamily, “Oh ma parole… We’d make a picturesque service together.”

“What about Thomas?” asked Percy.

Daisy blinked. “What about Thomas?”

Now, Daisy hadn’t meant this as an insult, but when Percy told Thomas that afternoon, he wasn’t pleased in the slightest.

#ttte #rws #ttte percy #ttte daisy #rws art #bootlace drabbles #look oliver can't pull trucks worth jack okay? okay. #which is why whenever i see him take goods trains in the show i'm like: #dude you are not having a good time #percy is concerned for the mail vans #they haven't stopped complaining

[sailforvalinor]

Even more respect to Luan for when he found out that Helena is Bia’s sister and has been keeping it a secret that she’s alive for ten years, his response is “GIRL WHY? THIS IS RIDICULOUS??” and he sticks to his guns on that point

#I love this guy I love this guy I love this guy #i do have to say though I was disappointed that he found out in the most boring way possible (overhearing a conversation) #I have decided that I will only be posting updates about Luan and Pietro/Daisy because this show is too complicated #also it was recently revealed that he and Pixie unbeknownst to either of them play with each other in this video game they both play and #absolutely hate each other’s guts in the gamer world #it’s like a reverse you’ve got mail situation and I’m so here for it #also Daisy is now suspecting Luan of being her secret admirer which is ridiculous like girl?? you know he’s into Pixie?? everyone and their #mom knows he’s into Pixie???? #disney bia #I am so sorry to everyone who is sick of me talking about this show I shall make you a blockable tag #oh crap val’s telanovellablogging

[vampyrsm]

I'm sorry to hear about the feathers and it's fucked up that they charged you for it, but can we see pics of Queen Daisy with her freshly done haircut? I just know she still slays it despite the feathers

I tried to get some but she’s very sleepy from getting her hair cut (ignore the state of the bunny lmao. that’s her puppy bunny from when we first got her 2 years ago)

you can see her legs are naked :( her feathers!! they also trimmed the end of her tail so it’s flat?? instead of leaving it shaped

#— alex has mail ! #— user anon #she looks sad but shes just very sleepy #we only go to pets at home because daisy is very skittish #so she goes there because she’s been going since a puppy #but every time they do something wrong

[themuseoftheviolets]

hiii for the ask game: 1, 3, 19 ;)

hiii thank you!!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

emmeline after! the first fic i finished! while writing it i went through a period where i absolutely hated it and wanted to rewrite it but couldn't, but then i started to like it again and now i love it! poured my blood sweat and tears into this fic and i'm very proud of it

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

already gave two but my third fav is the beginning of the bizarre flower of some unknown dream aka my narcissa modern au:

She lives in a little rundown apartment — a shoebox really — above a store right down the block from sixth, and it's nothing like the mansion she grew up in or the cozy little house Andromeda lives in and offered her the spare room of, but it is hers.

Narcissa decorated as best she could in the months since she’s moved in, but she doesn’t have much money and so she still sleeps on a mattress on the floor, still uses a cardboard box as a center table. She’d found a vanity on the street once, and Ted had helped her clean it and bring it up the stairs. He and Andromeda had offered to buy her furniture, but Narcissa didn’t want to take anymore from them than she already had. Didn’t want to have to ask for things she had no right to from a sister that had no reason to help her, but had done so nonetheless.

Narcissa is still learning to live with the guilt that comes with Andromeda’s kindness.

They have dinner together, once a week. A mostly futile attempt at bonding that turns into two hours of small talk where they give each other vague updates on their lives and complain about the weather but never talk about the past.

She insists on washing the dishes after, telling herself that these small acts of service are a way of repaying Andromeda for everything she’s done, a way of atoning for Narcissa’s failures as a sister.

Andromeda sits on the counter and lets her pretend.

19. any new fics to start next year

my jamesremus a day of fallen night au!! the book had me in a chokehold all year and i'm really excited to write it!!

#daisy tag #ask games #mail

[spikershoyo]

My tags!

# [v won't stfu]

# [my writing!]

# [v gets mail?? tf??]

# [boro polonia <3]

# [tommy miller <3]

# [tony bravo <3]

# [robbie reyes <3]

# [daisy johnson <3]

# [actors <3]

# [v's stories <3]

#[v won’t stfu] #[my writing!!] #[boro polonia <3] #[robbie reyes <3] #[v gets mail?? tf??] #[tommy miller <3] #[tony bravo <3] #[daisy johnson <3] #[actors <3] #[v's stories <3]

[latibvles]

First off, happy one year! 🥳 How exciting! And a classic Poe ask game for the occasion? You know I'll be bothering you with both the girlies 🤭

Though you already know her, we're re-introducing Zenie McGlamery, a young, mixed-race Indigenous woman from the rural south who disguises herself as a man to join the paratroopers. Though Zenie herself is rather shy and reserved, her alter ego, Thomas Driver, allows her to become herself in more ways than she thought possible. Loyal until the end, Zenie is determined to make it through the war without losing anyone else that she cares about - and she just might find something more along the way. You can read about her in Like A Girl (Like A Man) on tumblr and AO3!

Thank you in advance beloved! ❤️

okay, I know we have made so many jokes about Daisy and Zenie being girlfriends however, they would be friends and no one can change my mind. Daisy knows a thing or two about keeping secrets (for better or for worse) and it's the sense of camaraderie and friendship that fuels their later actions. The foundations are there. That being said, you can all find Like A Girl (Like A Man) here on Tumblr and here on AO3! It's a great read. Now here's Zenie getting a certain combat nurse in her corner as well.

[ THE ONE YEAR INBOX GAME! ]

—

Shocked was Daisy’s immediate feeling, and then shortly thereafter, impressed.

It’d been one of her and Gene’s murmured secrets, the situation that “Tommy Driver” found himself in — like the ones she and Joe were more often likely to share within their foxholes. Although, this wasn’t a matter of late-night trysts and a lack thereof; rather the basis of someone’s identity. She grabbed extra tampons and health sponges at the hospital and said nothing of it when Ginny gave her a confused look and asked casually about heavy flow.

Sure, let’s go with that, is what she wants to say, but since this isn’t exactly the time for sarcastic quips, she just nods and pretends to look miserable about the whole affair.

Second Platoon’s outpost is easy to find, even if every bombed out building in Haguenau looks exactly the same. Scurrying along quickly to ensure she isn’t bombed to hell is her first priority, so when she reaches the door she slips inside without a second thought. Sitting in foxholes in the frigid cold waiting for another round of artillery to hail down upon them was hardly the environment for “shooting the shit” — so to see them sat in rickety old chairs with cigarettes and candy bars was a pleasant change of pace.

“Sergeant Driver?” Her voice has a few different gazes shifting to her, to which she waits, expectantly. As usual, Joe’s the first to be spurred into action, calling up the stairs with a ‘Tommy, you’ve got a visitor!’ that practically shakes the house.

It takes a few moments, but he, or rather, she, comes down the stairs, shaggy dark hair peeking through his cap, helmet discarded somewhere. She gives him a smile and a wave.

“Gene wanted to do a follow-up just to see how your stitches are holding up.” A safe enough lie, Gene told her that the rest of the guys thought Tommy was just “shy”, and wholly committed to not stripping in front of the men

That was definitely a way of looking at it. But Tommy looks at her, and then nods all the same, confusion only flashing across her face for a millisecond. Daisy gives her what she hopes is an easy smile.

“Shouldn’t be too long. You boys just move around way too damn much.” She’s turning on her heel, knowing he’ll follow, and walking briskly to a building only a few doors down which she knew to be empty.

Tommy keeps step with her, and they’re quick to enter the next building, its windows caked with dirt and dust, cracks spider-webbing across concrete walls and paint peeling. Daisy waits for the door to shut before taking in a measured breath, turning on her heel. Expectantly, Tommy’s looking around for Gene.

“Okay, there’s really no way to put it delicately so I’m uh… I’m just gonna say it.” Rummaging through her bag, eyes fixed on it, it’s something to do with her hands. “Gene told me about your… your thing,” Finding the bundle of toiletries, she holds them out. Tommy looks up at her, conflicted.

“He did?”  An echo, probably trying to scramble for words, an explanation probably. “I know it’s—”

“Brave,” Daisy finishes quickly, giving what she hopes is a supportive smile. “I mean it would’ve been nice to know earlier, of course. I probably would've done more. But it’s brave,” She presses the products into the other girl’s chest unceremoniously. “I also managed to snatch these from the field hospital. I don’t know how yours are fitting but they might be a little more comfortable.” The standard issue underwear that they gave to the combat nurses, which was probably a better fit.

Tommy takes those too, holding them in her hands and then lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Lieutenant Clarke,” Something about her seems to shrink, and Daisy just smiles.

“Don’t you go getting shy on me now. It was Daisy all those days in the woods, none of that has to change.” She insists. Tommy lets out a small chuckle, like she’s loosening up again, which is a pleasant sight to bear witness to. He may not have been as loud about it as Bill or Joe — but she knew Tommy was there and keeping an eye on her like everybody else.

“Zena McGlamery. Or Zenie,” she says after a moment, when they lapse into an easier silence. “That’s my actual name.” And to that, Daisy smiles — a piece of her being given over voluntarily. Daisy mutters the name under her breath once, to commit it to memory, then nods before reaching to muss up some of Zenie’s hair.

“We’ll stick with Tommy ‘till it’s just us again.” And Zenie rolls her eyes, trying to duck out of Daisy’s hand. “Pretty name though.”

When Zenie smiles at the compliment, Daisy isn’t sure how she could’ve missed something like this before. But the more she dwells on it, she concludes that it doesn’t really matter — Tommy and Zenie were evidently, one in the same, and that’s all that really mattered to her.

#. sbt’s one year #poet’s mail box #poet’s notepad #. daisy clarke #yeah this was almost 1k words #can we tell im going a little buckwild? #shifty watch out before the nurse steals your girlfriend

[jadeee]

you remind me of a lush forest, filled with greenery and all types of life, flourishing and thriving 🌿! you also remind me of hot chocolate on a cold day, warming the soul ♥️

I... mmph... 🥺... yep

what reminds you of me? ask game

#i actually teared up so thank you 🥲 #yeah im done lol #i cant say anything #jade has mail #and is soft #godda-- daisy/nikki 😭😭 im using both names bc i can #whyd you say such wonderful things?!? its like poetry - im a poem!! ahhh #ascending

[dykesbites]

this is like if daisy was a deer hello sweetiepieeee

#daisy is my dog btw #mail 💌

[specterofyou]

why does mint type like that?

Spending 99.99% of their time with Rei and seeing them messaging formally all the time, they think you're supposed to type how you speak, so before writing out each message they respond to what's being said verbally before typing what they said, how they said it and then editing out some of their rambling. You're maybe the tenth or so person who has asked about it though so I'll include a moment in TMJ regarding it haha

#like them hanging out with someone and then they start mumbling and the person they're with asks if they're talking to them or not #and then the message goes to the group chat or something and the sudden realization... #thanks to Daisy for helping out with these ideas #Mint is such a mess... I love them. #specter's mail