Anonymous said: August 1st 2015, 1:30 am · 9 hours ago:

“Good evening, detective.” She has no right. She has no. RIGHT. Detective Inspector Fenris - the title still feels odd attached to a name such as his - sits with his feet propped up, hands full of case files, and watches her flounce in. Well, flounce might be too lazy a term to pin on Hawke. Hawke is many things, but she knows exactly what she’s doing when she saunters in, red lips curling slowly upward.

It’s been a mere month since her first interference, and it’s like she’s always been there, occupying his station, trying to sit on his desk, smiling at him like she knows two other things that he doesn’t and that said things are critically important to life. He barely grunts an acknowledgement now because he doesn’t have the energy to spare an eyeroll any longer. She’s never going to go away, never going to stop smiling and bringing him baked goods or helping him. And she has. No. Right.

“Up to anything today?”

“Anything being what?” he asks, waiting for her eyes to slowly drift toward the ceiling in feigned innocence and—ah, there she goes.

“Nothing in particular,” she replies, and he reigns in a snort, shifting reports. He knows perfectly well she’s here about the local trinket thief and probably won’t leave until he starts talking about it.

“If you tell me what you know, I will share what I know. If it’s relevant.” She huffs out a sigh, pretending to humor him.

But she really is, isn’t she? They both know he’ll listen, scowl, scoff, and then toss her his file and done his hat before she leads the march to the outside of his office, red scarf fluttering behind her like some will-o-the-wisp, or a kite without strings, catching against his fingers, infuriating because it never sits still (like her) and that it’s always just out of reach (like h—). “Inspector, please, pay attention. Didn’t you tell me this case was important?”

So he sinks into his chair, giving her a pointed look so that she doesn’t take up residence on his desk (that spider in a jar did the trick last time, but how long would that trick last?), and watches her pace as she talks. That little determined line between her brow smiles, and he presses his lips together to take the edge of the smile twitching in its confinement.

He’ll never admit it (her ego is already larger than life) but before she came along, things were so ordinary in the station. Now, the day is as fresh and promising as any flower in the market. And even with all her terrible humor and her stubborn streak a good five miles wide, never once did she make him feel like he wasn’t worth her time. Never once did she make him feel like anything was impossible.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asks, tapping her foot. He rises (to humor her, of course), and grabs his coat.

“So help me if you’re leading me on a wild goose chase—”

“I am not wrong,” she interjects good-naturedly, daintily plucking up the case filed from his desk (because of course HE’LL forget unless she’s here to remind him) and speeding briskly ahead.

“As you say,” he replies, entirely skeptical. Only when she scoffs with her back turned does he grin like the world can’t catch them.

((For you, worker and passer of board exams, from nonnyland! Congrats on everything, including jumping on the Phryne Fisher bandwagon!!! *throws confetti*))

Originally posted by mygreatestpassiononhispano-suiza

I AM COMING FOR YOU ANON AND WHEN I FIND YOU I AM GOING TO probably fall at your feet and cry for a thousand years so be ready, have tissues

THIS IS WONDERFUL. good gosh it is everything I love and especially the desk-sitting, seriously, every time I toss around the idea of the AU in my head it ALWAYS involves Hawke sitting on his desk at some point and this is great and you are great and I hope you understand how much I totally, completely, overwhelmingly adore you

my friend from college just texted me out of the blue saying she missed me and can’t wait to hang out next year, and i’m just like so grateful to have friends this good?? it makes me feel so appreciated and loved, like i’ve finally found my people.

“It’s confusing when people who do not know me say they miss the old me. You know me merely through the lyrics I write and the pictures I’ve been in. There is no old or new Hayley. There is however an older Hayley. I’m [26] now. Good on me for living through all these years with a million people’s judging eyes all over me and thinking they know me better.


jiyong looking insanely perfect in 삐딱하게

potter-a-day july“Yes, well, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?”

I FEEL SO GRAND RIGHT NOW OMG ok so I still have to adjust the borders that you see but you know what I did ugh I took a picture of Galahad and cut the top of his head off.

Then I placed it on top of my current Galahad graphic because he has no top THIS WAY I MUST NOT REPAINT IT I FEEL LIKE A GENIUS.. ignore me. Tries to save time where he can that lazy bastard ~