#queenspy

@queenspy​ said: "you shouldn’t be here."

SOFT ANGST

❛  i brought bagels.  ❜  he holds up a brown paper bag, crumpled with grease.  he holds up his other hand, replete with a tray full of travel cups.  ❛  --- and coffee. i feel like that oughta make up for should, whatever the hell that means.  ❜

sentence starters. 

“you’re the queen of fine.” it’s far from a jeer: if he thought he could get away with doing it softly, he would. but he’s a smarter man than that, and far too old. too many life experiences down the drain. “and i’m the king of wednesday.” 

it is most likely a thursday. 

still. there’s some sort of point there. 

he hooks a chair with a foot and skids it across the floor towards her with surprising accuracy. 

► FROM SHIPPING CALL

yes and yes!! i think starting out w/ a good platonic base for them will be good; heck, with their first thread being this ~deep conversation in the razor crest, CERTAINLY that ought to count for something. maria sounds like someone who’s been burned too many times and has too many regrets-- din’s a lonely person who doesn’t want to be lonely as much as he has to be. it’d make for an interesting dynamic, i think!! especially when he tells himself This is the Last Time, for Real, but his need to keep what few connections he has with people means that if maria ever sends him a distress signal GUESS WHO’S COMING RUNNING...............

i imagine he doesn’t know she was imperial before she joined the rebels, but if he ever DOES find out, it’d be pretty cool given din’s themes of nature vs nurture in his narrative, and that’s the sorta juicy shit that makes rp relationships so fun to play out~

thursday by night sentence starters.  —  @queenspy​.

"how do i end?"

“eaten by a hungry door, if you aren’t careful.” michael’s neck bends further, too much, loose ringlets tumbling over what would be a shoulder. a creak of wood beneath maria’s feet — a door where there wasn’t one a moment ago, indiscernible from the floor and yet there, locked still. a threat, a promise, a reminder.

it laughs and laughs and laughs, a soft hum of amusement following. it’s sitting on her desk, legs folding in on themselves where they’re too long for the floor, teeth bared in a grin, its tone dripping mock sorrow. “i’m afraid i’m the wrong entity to ask, agent. endings are quite pointless when you twist and twist and twist,” and at that it twirls a (long, sharp, dangerous) finger in the air to illustrate its point. “not real endings, anyway. or what you would call real, at least.” again it laughs, inharmonious like a labyrinth.

listen the fbi failed elle greenaway in so many ways

intellectually i understand that the show did it to write lola off and emotionally i do not CARE 

reid however, absolutely. went and. tried to help her. we saw that. 

AND JUST. WHY DID THEY NOT SHOW ANYONE ELSE TRYING TO HELP HER. i’ll be able to say that more firmly soon bc i’m rewatching but like. when she left? no one even? asked about her as far as i can remember? 

IN CANON NO ONE EVEN. CARED. 

         phil isn’t sure he knows what to make of it; her voice, the casual sadness -- but that isn’t even the right word, tone hitting closer to LONGING, perhaps, caged by the suffocating enclosure of the hotel walls. they have the whole floor booked out, each room filled with SHIELD agents, snipers and tactical teams, phil and maria facing one another with their backs against their respective doors. they have FAILED. it’s not the first time, it most likely will not be the last (no matter how hard they try). 

he tells her because she is, by all counts, his only friend. i asked carol to marry me. i hate the word forever. 

can maria be one of her knights