ᴡʜᴀᴛ’s ʟᴇғᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀɪsʏ

Lost in the stars.
Seeing people.
Walking worlds.

She’s not even taken basic supplies or equipment. Whenever Daisy is, she’s relying on scraping-by.

Nothing.

She’s not here to talk about it.

- silence -

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ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

#Queekisms

Welp. New layout is here.
Tried to do something different.

Thoughts?

Waking up.
Begrudgingly.

She just stares at him.

Working out.

“At least drinking it lets us pretend we’re normal for a few minutes.”

She leaned forward and rested her head against her closed fist, her elbow holding her up on the bar.

“So have you always been a therapist or…?”

#Queekisms

Officially started working on Daisy’s new layout.

I’m incorporating the FC into this new layout as well! Because fuck. I can only rearrange the same photos so many times.

Then I’ll plan the event.
(New edit is on the back burner for a little bit because NO ENERGY)

I still haven’t settled on the idea of asking more.

Huh.

Why’re you always up in my business?

“Aren’t we all?”

Daisy’s voice was monotone. She spoke pretty harsh words, but the lack of weight behind them was clearly evident.

While her eyes were half-distracted looking around the room, Daisy sorta shrugged at Marcus before giving him her full attention.

“Nothing out of the usual then.”

Still alive.

I would’ve won the games, but they rigged it against me.

When I’m back, I am ending a beloved superhero franchise.

I’m out to round a cube.