character: olive snook


all the relationships in pushing daisies |→ ned and olive

“I was awful and I’m ashamed of myself because I know what it feels like to be abandoned, how you think you’re worthless and unloveable and your heart hardens to the person who did it to you. Forgiving them is inconceivable. So I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I still wanna tell you…I’m sorry.”

This crack pairing hits me in ALL the feels. Height difference, thick eyebrows, tiny blonde woman with a bob cut, unrequited love, antisocial, honest man, opposites attract (and maybe age gap?), and I’m probably forgetting a few. :D

I’m trying to rewatch this series, but as I don’t like the main female lead (I want to, but she is so manipulative, and I REALLY empathize with Olive), it’s hard to get through. But I love all the other characters, and the writing, so I’m going to give it my best shot.

something else I love about pushing daisies is how all the characters are relatively positive and hopeful in their own ways.

chuck is hopeful for love, new experiences, and adventure, emerson is hopeful for his daughter and his business, ned, while not too obviously hopeful in the beginning kind of starts to become hopeful for things; like chuck, love, and a sense of family that he never really had before… and olive, poor sweet olive is also hopeful for love, even though her affections are misplaced in ned, and she’s hopeful for her friends too. like trying to get lily and vivan out of the house, trying to make emerson see that yes they are friends, and even risking getting arrested because she wants to help her friends (lbr her dads) escape to the border.


all the relationships in pushing daisies |→ olive and emerson

“If the day finally comes that being around pie boy and his pie girl make your suffering insufferable, I just want you to know that there’s a place for you–right here in this professional establishment.”

I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.
—  Alfredo Aldarisio