Daisy Waddles

Tito snorted. “Please, he has five friends tops.” Upon gaining entrance, he opened the first door he saw. Only to find a rather boring coat closet. Huffing, he started bending down to check under the sofa before realizing, of course, Donald couldn’t fit under the sofa. “Where are you hiding him, Dais? I know he’s top notch, but you can’t keep him all to yourself.” He took a deep breath to shout for Donald before stopping himself and peering over at Daisy. “Are your parents home?” Check for adults then cause a ruckus. Again, he had manners.

“I was serving this group, at Fagin’s, and I met this girl, who I swear is perfect for Donald. Maeve, no Megan? Maybe Morgan? Anyway total deadpan humor and she runs marathons? Like who the fuck runs marathons, Daisy? So they invited me out with them but I just had to get Donald to come because-” A break to breathe interrupted his inebriated rambling as he leveled Daisy with an earnest stare. “They’ll meet and boom,” his hands mimed an explosion, “soulmate found, meaning I instantly beat Minka as Donald’s favorite best friend.”

Disappointed at not immediately spotting his friend but still convinced as to his presence, Tito halted his search in favor of twisting towards Daisy. “So, what were you and Donald doing? If you lot had a Mario Kart tournament without me…” He shook his head, focus now drifting to his desire to play Mario Kart. Did Daisy even have Mario Kart? She was rich, probably had everything.

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Daisy closed the door behind them, taking advantage of the fact that Tito’s back was turned toward her by smiling to herself at the thought that yes, Donald was indeed top notch (in spite of how much she complained about him to his face), and she had every intention of keeping him to herself. It almost made her laugh, but she was able to school her expression in time to look at Tito and shake her head in response to whether or not her parents were home.

To her, the entire situation was slowly becoming more amusing than it was stressful, only for her face to fall for a fraction of a second once it was made clear exactly why a drunk Tito had barged into her house searching for his best friend slash her secret boyfriend. It was only a brief moment of insecurity, before she managed to remind herself that this happened all the time, and she knew better than to be bothered by it. More importantly, she knew Donald better than to worry about him running off with someone whose defining characteristic was running marathons. And as soon as that thought landed, Daisy folded her arms across her chest and broke out into a wide grin, unable to resist the temptation to have a little fun with it.

“Yeah, she sounds perfect for him,” she replied from the door to the hallway, glancing toward the staircase before looking back at Tito. “God knows Donald needs someone confident who can keep up with his sardonic wit and isn’t afraid of being in charge. But I’m afraid I can’t help you on your quest to find him true love. As you can see, he’s not here.” And by here, she meant the living room.

“You can’t not introduce your best friend to your dates” he shook his head a little “I mean, how else I am supposed to tell you which ones are worth keeping?” Of course the scenario was one that, so far, had never actually occurred seeing as how eventually he’d wound up making out with them all. 

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"That depends,” Daisy started, shaking her head at the bartender when they approached and gestured to the empty glass, as if silently asking if she wanted another. She wouldn’t have minded another, but even if she trusted the tipsy version of herself enough to think that she wouldn’t accidentally blurt something out that gave away her secret, it was better to be safe than sorry. She already considered it a minor miracle that Gaddiel hadn’t yet lucked out and found out about it. “Will you actually let me keep one?”

“Well.” Georgette took one more big sip before setting her glass down with an intentional dramatic clink. “There’s always plenty of mediocre men throwing themselves at me, as we have discussed previously, but at the moment, it’s someone from Fagin’s. I end up there sometimes, picking up Jenny when she’s hanging out with The Unliked Friend. The scrappiest of those boys that works in the back has gotten rather attached to me. He seems the type to fawn over any beautiful woman he comes across, but he seems particularly fixated on me.” She wouldn’t admit, of course, that she enjoyed his attentions more than others, for reasons unfathomable.

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Daisy continued sipping her wine, her eyebrows travelling further up her forehead for each detail that Georgette let slip; the name of the restaurant, the description of the person in question, the statement that he seemed the type to fawn over any beautiful woman he comes across... It could be a coincidence, of course, but the immediate association was strong enough that she was fairly certain that she knew who her friend was referring to. “Are you talking about Tito?” she asked, an amused smile creeping up on her lips as she leaned forward and placed her wine glass next to Georgette’s. “Of course he has a thing for you. Honestly, I’ve never met someone who manages to be both a hopeless romantic and a complete fuckboy at the same time. He’s a nice person, though. All things considered.” Although she would never admit that she thought as much to his face.

FEATURING: References to Daisy’s parents, Donald De Patos ( @donalddepatos ), Gaddiel Gladstone ( @luckofaduck ), and Minnie Mousington ( @minniehq )

RATING: G

BRIEF SUMMARY: It’s Daisy’s graduation day, and throughout the day she finds herself reflecting on the various people in her life who have showed up to support her. (This is partially a reaction to Minnie’s self-para.)

Mornings in the Waddles household were never really chaotic, but on the day of Daisy’s graduation they had definitely been a little more hectic than usual. After her shower, she had gone to her father’s study to bring him his coffee and caught him doing his best Daisy impression while on the phone to the caterer for the party that evening, which was mildly troubling but also quite flattering. A part of her wished that they would have let her plan her own graduation party, considering the fact that she planned most of their parties these days, but they had both insisted on doing it themselves. Was she concerned about it? A little bit. But at the end of the day, she trusted her father and she knew that he’d come through for her. He always had.

minniehq​:

Minnie knew Daisy better then anyone so when it came to her fashion and her wardrobe she had this special little talent of seeing something and knowing it just screamed Daisy, besides she wasn’t going to hold back because she internally felt like she had to make it up to the other for one, going on this trip without her and two, abandoning her on her first year of college. It wasn’t that Minnie didn’t want to attend university - she would eventually, but some people needed more time then others to adjust to that period and mindset, after all they had just finished High School and it would be more detrimental to her health to jump right into University without a break first,

But Daisy, Daisy was made for this, she knew she would do amazing at college; “I think I am just thinking about a lot of things like where my life is going, what my life is destined to become, what I’m suppose to do now that I’m out of high school” it was such a scary time for not just her but anyone in the same position as her, they had this routine for so many years and now that she had graduated from that part of her life Minnie wasn’t sure what to do; “I mean like the fact that the future is so big and so vast scares me and I literally feel like I’m without options here - even though I know there are options I just feel-… weird about everything” probably rambling on too long there but she would circle back to Daisy in a minute.

Daisy let her gaze drift from the screen momentarily, still listening to Minnie at the same time as she observed the area around her; taking in the sight of students walking to class, or studying underneath a tree, or simply milling around the quad like she was. On some level, she realised how incredibly fortunate she was to know that she was exactly where she wanted to be, doing exactly what she wanted to do. It hadn’t always been an easy or straightforward path and she had worked damn hard to get here but it was worth it in the end. And when she forgot about that, she just had to keep reminding herself of how far she had actually come. At least that’s what her therapist kept trying to tell her.

Looking back at the screen, she opened her mouth to speak after Minnie had seemingly finished her first thought, before immediately closing it again when her friend suddenly launched into the second one. After she finished that one, Daisy waited just a little bit longer to make sure that she was actually done before replying. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, Minn,” she started, offering the other girl a reassuring smile. “You’re only eighteen, you don’t need to know where your life is going, or what you’re destined to become yet. You’ve got plenty of time to figure all of that out.” Pausing, she reached for her cup of coffee and had another sip before continuing. “Besides, that’s part of what this trip is for, right? To give yourself time to think about what you want to do?”

“It’s going to happen one way or another” Gaddiel smirked, wondering now if he could convince the man that had been sending him drinks to buy him something to eat too. He really had eaten that eclair too fast. “Lucky for you I’ve never had a stupid opinion in my life.”

“No, I just make stupid decisions in regards to you,” Daisy quipped back with a smirk, her gaze flitting between Gaddiel and the man who was currently treating an actual lottery winner to free drinks. Looking back at him, she downed the rest of her martini before continuing. “Remind me to never introduce you to one of my dates again.” Not that she actually cared anymore, but given the situation she had to at least pretend like she did.

Georgette mirrored Daisy’s toast and matched her sip. “We can both certainly afford to keep our standards high, literally and figuratively.” She gave a wry smile at her own joke. “Subpar things do tend to find me, though, it seems. And subpar people,” she mused into her glass as she took another drink. One subpar person, in particular. Who was cute but annoying and kind but brash and she was totally out of his league and it would never work.

Daisy’s eyebrows shot up her forehead immediately at her friend’s statement. Granted, the vast majority of the population of Andromeda was subpar in comparison to Georgette Foxworth, but she was definitely still interested in whatever story lay behind that particular statement. “I’m intrigued,” she mused, having another sip of her wine and swirling the liquid around mostly for dramatic effect. “Do you have a particular subpar person in mind?”

minniehq​:

There were a lot of things she felt were changing and were shifting in her life, this was the first time in her life that she didn’t have an obligation to go or attend a school or have that routine and Minnie didn’t know if she loved the freedom or hated it, which she supposed was what this trip was suppose to help her understand. What was it that she wanted to do with her life? What was she suppose to do with her life? Was this all a mistake? Should she have done what Daisy did and just go to Polaris?

There were so many questions and it was honestly making her head hurt, but it was probably a good thing that she had the lovely scenery of Paris to distract her during that, as well as her best friend on a much smaller scale then usual but it definitely helped none the less; “Paris is-… cold, It’s nice here though definitely a looker through all the seasons, I am loving some of the fashion pieces here which reminds me-… did you want me to pick you up any thing while I’m here?” knowing that Daisy loved her fashion as much as Minnie did.

“Me personally-.. I’m in my mind about a couple of things, questioning a lot but I feel like the more I think about the worse it gets” lifting her tea cup to her lips as she communicated with the other before speaking again; “I mean maybe it’s me right? Maybe I’m just being silly-… unless you’re overthinking things too-… how are things back home?” wanting to make sure that she kept in touch with Daisy as much as she could as this could be a real test to their relationship.

Daisy perked up considerably at the mention of fashion from Paris. She had always maintained a meticulous closet, and the thought of adding a few new pieces to it was almost enough to make up for the fact that she was not there to experience Paris herself. “Surprise me, you know what I like,” she replied, sipping her coffee. Of course, she knew that she could have been travelling in Europe with her best friend if she wanted to be, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t at least considered going at one point. But in the end, working toward a future that she already had big dreams and aspirations for had felt like a better use of her time, and she ultimately didn’t regret her decision.

She put her coffee down, balancing her phone against her legs as she tore a small chunk from her muffin and popped it in her mouth, thinking over Minnie’s words. “Things are good, mostly,” Daisy summarised, putting her breakfast away and picking up her phone as she leaned against the trunk. It wasn’t technically a lie. Her family was well. Classes were at least a little bit interesting. She had met some cool people and been to a couple of great parties. Did it matter that she was potentially, maybe, possibly just a teensy, tiny bit heartbroken and that she didn’t want to talk about it because it was embarrassing as all hell? “And you’re probably not being silly. I think it’s normal to start questioning things when you’re away from home. What are you thinking about?”

Alice leaned forward so their elbows rested on the table, a thoughtful look gracing their features. They intended on taking notes, but ended up more distracted by Daisy taking hers and only ended up not writing anything of great importance. Alice was sure that Daisy would keep things organised for them anyway, so it didn’t matter too much, but they had to at least look like they were preparing themselves.

“I agree,” Alice replied with a firm nod. “Sort of like an informal talk show on TV, I suppose. But less false, and we aren’t talking about either of our upcoming roles in an international blockbuster.” Alice would have to remind themselves before beginning not to go off on any tangents, as they tended to do. “How many talking points, do you think?” Alice asked. “If we’re talking about narrative it would you be useful to have a– Well, a narrative. If there aren’t enough the likelihood of me going on and on and on might be quite high.”

Daisy let out an amused laughter at Alice’s words. Knowing them, they were probably making a sincere attempt at a useful analogy as opposed to a sarcastic joke about the spin machine that was Hollywood PR, but because she (as an aspiring journalist) liked making fun of PR, she couldn’t help but find it funny either way, “Lucky for both of us, being sincere should be the least of our problems,” she replied with a sincere (see!) smile, looking up from the screen. Perhaps sincere was the wrong word to describe herself in general, but she prided herself on being largely honest, and very opinionated. On the other hand, she had met many people in her life who acted incredibly false. Alice was definitely not one of them.

Pushing her laptop to the side, Daisy let out a contemplative hum as she leaned forward to rest her chin in one of her hands, using the other to tap her nails against the table. “Definitely enough to have a clear beginning, middle, and end,” she concluded with a nod, pulling her laptop toward her again and continuing to take notes. “But honestly, I won’t mind if we end up going off-topic at any point. I have an editor for a reason.” 

Aesthetic: Daisy Waddles + Broadcast Journalism

“We will not duck, we will not hide, we will hold the line.” — Maria Ressa

“Got that right, sister.” Georgette leaned forward again to fill up each of their glasses generously before grabbing them and holding Daisy’s back out to her. She was more than ready to finish off this bottle, and as many more as this talk session would take. “Being the bigger person is overrated anyway. If you do it too much the other person gets complacent and starts taking you for granted. If someone can’t do that for me at least sometimes, they’re not worth my time.”

Daisy accepted the refilled glass with an appreciative smile, happy that their drinking and dishing night had become enough of a tradition that they both knew there was no such thing as a glass that was too full of wine. “Amen to that,” she agreed, raising her glass in a toast before helping herself to another generous sip. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with having high standards. Life is too short to waste time on subpar services, friends, or partners. There are only so many mistakes I can tolerate from other people before losing it.”

“It’s possible, though wouldn’t we want the best place and we’d only know if the first try was the best if I sampled from more places” he pointed out, not about to only be able to try food from one place. “Fine. Fine I won’t veto Donald”

“You just want more free food, don’t you?” Daisy retorted, shaking her head at him (again) before having another sip of her drink. “Lucky for you, actually taking your opinion into account is another best friend privilege you’ll be able to enjoy now. Although if you have stupid opinions, I still reserve the right to ignore them.”

minniehq​:

FLASHBACK PARA: SEPTEMBER 2016 { FACETIME } LOCATION: LATE SUMMER - EARLY AUTUMN IN PARIS

Once high school ended Minnie couldn’t see herself going straight to university, which didn’t mean she wasn’t ever going to go but, she might take some more time getting there considering high school was so full on for her with all the assignments and finals, she just wanted a moment to breathe, clear her mind, take her time and when she felt she was ready then she could go back to doing whatever she wanted to do. 

Which was completely fine because everyone grows at their own pace and some people - like Daisy - wanted to go to university directly after graduating high school and some just needed that extra moment, there was no right or wrong way to do things but that was why she was currently in Paris, sitting on her balcony with her phone perched up on a tea cup just waiting for Daisy to send her a text message of when everything would be okay to call. She had to be honest in saying that she was rather nervous to call Daisy since being here because she had never been so apart from her before and it was weird but it was definitely something she felt was good to experience she truly felt like their relationship was something that would stand the test of time so there was nothing that - she felt - she had to worry about; “DAISE! HI” immediately accepting her call request. { @daisygoeslive​ }

A lot of things were changing in Daisy’s life. It was the first time since birth that she was away from Minnie for an extended period of time, and while it had felt strange and difficult at first to be without the person who tended to coax her out of her shell, she was slowly starting to get used to being on her own. Not that she had really been on her own since her high school graduation. Between her secret summer fling (which had ended spectacularly poorly, but since nobody else knew about it, she had decided that she didn’t have to think about it), her classes at Polaris, and the friends that she had started making there, it seemed that Daisy had her hands full with new experiences and fresh impressions. From time to time her usual insecurities nagged at the back of her head, but she tried her best not to let them get to her or get in the way of the life that she had slowly started building for herself, by herself.

“Hey Minn,” she greeted back, smiling and waving at the screen. Daisy was sitting underneath a tree in the quad, enjoying a fresh cup of coffee and a breakfast muffin after having just gotten out of her morning lecture. “How are you? How’s Paris?”