#and cute!!

[theguardianace]

The greatest way to entertain a group of high school seniors is to give them children’s toys

[drowsydomme]

I feel called out because one time I mentioned to my gf that I don't really like being called cute and stuff bc it's not a guy thing and she tilted my chin up and called me cute and I died instantly

one: you have an a+ gf 

two: if you’re into something, it doesn’t have to be a “guy” thing. if you like it, it’s your thing! 

three: reading this made me smile so hard so thank you for telling me :’) guys deserve to be called cute! 

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

You know the song that goes “mama I’m in love with a criminal”, I’ve literally had that song stuck on repeat in my head because my sister just started watching supernatural. I forgot how young Jensen and Jared were and for the song, it was kind of the moment I saw Dean, the song just took over. 

MAMA I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[journal-of-an-outlaw]

October 10 -Pattern

The ivory keys felt just as she had remembered them. Soft and sticky from years of players gathered around to share a song and a drink. More like spill the drink everywhere, but it gave the piano character.

It all made Tilly smile at the memory.

One year, way back before she was a wife or a mother, Hosea Matthews had taught Tilly how to play the piano. Nothing too complicated, but the hours they spent huddled in the corner of the Valentine saloon were some of her most cherished back from running with the Van der Linde boys. Hosea had picked up on the fact her mind was methodical and she liked puzzles after watcher her whoop half the gang in poker and dominoes round after round. It wasn’t that she loved to gamble, but it was easy for her to watch patterns and repeat them as her own.

Tilly was always very logical. Good with numbers and with people which made her invaluable. While Dutch had his boys, Hosea took Tilly under his wing to bounce ideas off of or see if anyone in camp was acting strange. She was a great judge of character, too.

At first she didn’t want to learn music. Tilly saw no reason why she should sit down to play and instrument that had no place for those on the run, but was quickly persuaded otherwise.

Pick pocketing and playing piano. All in an outlaw days work.

The feeling of running her fingers over the keys struck a chord in her heart, and she memorized the patterns of songs to play and hold the attention of those listening. She couldn’t sing worth a dime but someone always stood to join her in a harmony created by her fingers. The whole process was wonderful to her. The way the rhythm moved through her heart, how she couldn’t help but dance along and close her eyes once she knew the song well enough and she no longer needed to visually confirm the next step.

Her husband found out somehow that she used to play and begged her to, but she never could. The confidence had left her and she hated the attention. But something about bringing her family out to the now big city of Valentine dusted off her nicely placed memories, and brought out the desire to play after all these years.

Tilly’s daughter hopped up on the bench and patted the seat next to her gently, bringing Tilly back to the present.

“Let’s play, Mama. Teach me a song.”

Tilly tried to recall all those songs that had lodged themselves into her brain, all those chords and notes swirling together. Mary Beth and her long skirts dancing around and Karen singing off key. The bottles they drank and the lives they lived so long, long ago.

The first few notes were easy, and cleared out the cobwebs as the rest followed in their places.

Tilly let a giggle pass her lips before starting to sing and play an old favorite of hers. “I’ve got a girl in Valentine…”

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[springblush]

this is daniel’s new cat! welcome to the family 짱 (zhang)!!

[godyanan]

jiacheng is so smol and cute bye

[hanasaku-shijin]

Find yourself someone who looks at you the way Yuzu looks at Mei