#heyyomarch

[aggierobshaw]

❤️ March

Agnes Robshaw Moodboard: Marching Band. @heyyomarch

✋☝️🤞🤙👇🤚🖖 ✋👌☝️🤙🤜🤙☝️ (Friend's Forever)-Aggie

[1071thetea]

I can smell the chili cooking from Carter's house in poppy court, someone ask him to share pls

"How can you go and make an entire neighborhood smell like chili and not share with the entire block, March? That's so rude."

@heyyomarch

[aggierobshaw]

Aggie → March

[After the kiss] Aggie: I need to go home RIGHT NOW Aggie: Please come get me Aggie: March please I need to get out of this place Aggie: I think I'm having a panic attack @heyyomarch

[holyemu]

👫March and Declan! Noah too if you want <3

Send a 👫and I’ll write headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship --

@heyyomarch

emily has never had much of an affinity for horses, so when nathan invited her to come along and meet march to go riding, she agreed, but with a healthy amount of nerves. march, thankfully, was kind enough to put her on his gentlest horse, joy. to emily’s surprise, she ended up having a great time. feeding joy a carrot was significantly more terrifying than it sounded, but nothing went wrong, and by the end of it she was smiling instead of bracing for disaster. all things considered, emily decided she would ride a horse again.

@carrollcountypsychology

declan and emily had a few classes together in school, one of them being a life skills class. at some point, they were partnered up for the classic assignment: raising a baby egg. simple enough. in theory. everything went fine until they went home. on the walk back, emily accidentally dropped their egg son—gabriel—shattering him instantly. she immediately texted declan a flood of crying emojis and apologies, fully convinced she’d ruined everything. the next day at school, declan took the blame for killing their egg baby without hesitation. they both ended up with a c. gabriel was mourned briefly. the grade was not.

[aggierobshaw]

👫 March and Declan!

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

March

March and Aggie's version of ASL, when it's just the two of them, is just slightly different than proper ASL. Through years of speaking it, and the inside jokes that had come through the mistakes he'd made while learning it, means that they've developed their own kind of sign language. Our Sign Language, or as Aggie calls it, OSL.

Aggie had been calling him Marching Band since the first day they met. She'd thought it was funny then, and she still thinks it's funny now, but in a much more affectionate kind of way. March is the friend of her soul. They're peas in a pod. Soft, quiet, determined. Neither of them swears very much, they both blush too easily, and they prefer to sit in a field and have a picnic over just about anything else. The only difference is that March can cook. Aggie can burn down kitchens.

The first time March tried to teach Aggie to bake cookies, she somehow mixed up teaspoon and tablespoon so badly that they came out rocks. The second time, after pre prepping all the supplies, she'd mixed up the sugar and salt AND the baking powder and soda. The third time, she sat at the island and took notes. Usually a very detail oriented person, something about cooking intimidates her. She's never tried to bake since, but has become a frequent enjoyer of his efforts.

Aggie can't swim. Once when they were kids, they were crossing a branch over a deep stream in the woods just outside Reynold's ranch, when it broke and she fell in. March got her out, but the whole ordeal was traumatizing and she's no longer fond of water. The only time you'll find Aggie Robshaw's feet off solid ground is in a plane or a Jeté.

Declan

Declan and Aggie's favourite pass time together, is giggle. It doesn't matter what it is, but chances are at least something is going to have them exchanging a look and then the giggles set in. With Dec's expressive face, it's almost like she doesn't need words at all some times to get what he's thinking.

When Aggie would get burned out from stretching herself between Ballet, Cheerleading and her ultimately failed run for valedictorian, she'd go to Dec, or video call Dec, and all it takes is a hug, and pep talk from him and she'd be right as rain again. There's not a word out his mouth she doesn't trust explicitly, and in an interview for the Times after she had become principal dancer for the NYC Ballet, she'd attributed part of her success to him by name.

Dec spent a lot of time being her balance beam. Standing in one place holding her hand while she practiced her pointe, the pair just chatting to distract her from the discomfort of pointe conditioning.

Declan's grandparents house had always been, and remains to this day, one of her favourite places on the planet, and they some of her favourite people. She'd spent much time there with Dec as a kid when they'd babysit for her parents, and then when they'd study together as teenagers. And she spent time there now, quietly spending time with him, and making sure his grandparent's memory stays alive in the house with their constant storied memories to each other.

[nananathanb]

where: nathan's house who: @heyyomarch

With everything going on, it had been difficult to carve out some time to hang out and get caught up on their show. It had felt like too long, but finally here they were, sprawled on the couch, sharing snacks and watching television. Nathan reached into the bowl of popcorn between them for a handful, popped them one by one into his mouth. He was watching the screen, but the show couldn’t keep his attention. His mind kept wandering.

Nathan glanced over at March, kicked his foot lightly.

“Hey.” They hadn’t talked much since the accident, both busy with life. “What’s going on with you? You been doing okay?”

[aggierobshaw]

Who: @heyyomarch Where: CMC room 203, Jan 3rd

Hey Marching Band. The nicknamed signed so easily, it was nice to know that much of her muscle memory had stuck around all this time. Still waiting on the hospital to locate her hearing aid, Aggie was more than a little pleased to see March, relieved to have someone there she could so freely communicate with.

It made her love and appreciate his learning for her to entirely new levels. Do I look as lumpy as I feel? Head still wrapped in bandages over the stitches in a shaved part of her head, it was her leg snugly secured in a tight cast that made getting comfortable a struggle. She felt tiny in that bed, and hated it.

Where's my pie?