#missoshea

[mesangelique]

I'm BACK with my interpretation of Miss Molly O'Shea 🔥 "Fire walk with me"

Honestly, she is one of my favourite female characters in the game. 🤠

Hope you'll like it ! I'll try to be more productive but as a teacher and during covid it's quite hard to just take some time to create and improve my digital drawing's skills (because, I really have hard time adjusting to it).

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #van der linde gang #red dead redemption 2 art #art #rdr2 fanart #read dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #molly oshea #missoshea #rdr2 fandom #rdr2girls #i tried my best

[vanderlindc]

🌻 + lovedefeats + missoshea + hellbentwidow + charmedgun + fleewest

🌻  + URL   POSITIVITY MEME     //     ACCEPTING .    //   @lovedefeats !!! @missoshea !!! @hellbentwidow !!! @charmedgun !!! @fleewest !!!

Ayee girl power ok !!! in order to not make this the longest post in the world I’m gonna (*holds back tears*) try and refrain myself from writing too much dsjkh. I’ll also put it under read more because who am I kidding it’ll be long anyway.

🌻  +lovedefeats:Legit the second I saw your blog I fell in love fhdjk I just adore how you’ve taken Annabelle and made her such a real and thorough character ? She has so much depth and I admire you so much for what you’re doing with her. You must work with r* because I find it rlly hard to believe that your Anna isn’t canon hfdkj I just love her sm and I love our few threads tho I’m so slow at replying. Your blog is perfect and TJ,,, you’re one of the coolest people ever ??? you’re sweet and SO TALENTED and just completely hilarious fhdkjhf THANK U for being you and for making Anna so awesome 💖

🌻  +missoshea:O m g  how am I supposed to cut down what I want to say to you ?? Honestly I think I’ve told you this a billion times by now but I worship your blog so much. Your passion for Molly and the genius talent you have completely floors me ! You capture Molly so well, I really don’t know how you do it. I hear her voice in everything you write, you just capture her voice so well ?? Idfk you amaze me time after time. I love every single one of our threads hdkjs and I just adore our conversations ooc. I love how we spend 99% of the time gushing over our idiots !! Layla, I think you were one of the first people I spoke to on this blog and I just liked you instantly fhdkjsfh you’re fun and sweet and thanks for being so awesome 💖

🌻  +hellbentwidow:Okokok I’m crazy about you. First of all, your blog is a treasure and your headcanons are so fkn good ?? Especially the ones about Dutch & Sadie lmao !! Your portrayal of Sadie is absolutely spot on, I get amazed every single time I read your threads tbh fhdkj and I love our threads. In my opinion we have too few lmfao. I honestly never would’ve thought of our ship if it hadn’t been for you fhkjf I love our dumbasses and Marina, I LOVE our conversations so fukn much. You’re such an awesome person and I can’t wait to talk more and obvs. plot/write more. NEVER CHANGE and pls gimme more hc’s fhdkj 💖

🌻  +charmedgun:Though we haven’t interacted much, I am positive that I’m in love with your blog dhfkj I just love Karen and idk how but you capture her so well ?? She is legitimately spot on; the thoughts, emotions, voice, speech fhdkj everything is just so well written I’m amazed !! wow hfjdh and I just love the small interactions we’ve had so far — and ooc you just seem like such an angel ?? I really can’t wait to see your other threads + ours flourish bc I love Karen and I love your blog hdkjd 💖

🌻  +fleewest:Okay I truly, deeply adore your blog. We haven’t interacted much because I’m slow, but you were one of the first people I followed on this blog and you never fail inspiring me to write. You’re so talented and your Tilly is absolutely spot on while still being yours. Generally, Tilly is such an underappreciated character and I love the passion you have for you muse !! She deserves so much more praise, and I love her character so much and I love the way you portray her. Aahh fhdkjf I love your blog so much💖

#Anonymous #lovedefeats #missoshea #hellbentwidow #charmedgun #fleewest #❛ — 《 PROMPTS 》//a #❛ — 《 OOC 》 #💖everyone gets the glitter heart 💖💖💖💖 #wow there were a lot of people in this but I love these asks sm #I LOVE THESE PPL

[outlawsaviour-a]

   —   ❝ - y’a always look lovely, molly! trust me. ❞ it was utterly unlike the farmer to lie, so his words should be taken at face value. they’ve devolved soon enough, though, a hum replacing them. fingers dutifully work their way through curly locks of fire red, INSISTENT on braiding them together. this was basically a ritual of the duo at this point, ( teddy always giddy with glee to see molly once more ), sharing a quiet brunch paired with his idle love of fooling with hair. she had never complained, at least, far as he was aware. 

   —   his focus on the task at hand is obvious enough, tongue stuck between sealed lips. he does allow for himself to become distracted, only by bits of conversation. ❝ - it feels like we ain’t done this in forever! y’a know, jus’ me an’ y’a. ❞ teddy loosely ponders, eyes focused nonetheless, ❝ i was s’ worried ‘bout y’a when the whole lot’ta y’a ran off from blackwater! i thought i might never g’it t’ see y’a again! ❞ surely the topic was still a HEAVY one, but that doesn’t stop him from discussing it. he didn’t plan to pry into specifics, ( what the gang did, they did ), yet he’s thankful most of them made it out alive. his motions slow for a moment, yet never to a pause. ❝ 'm real sorry ‘bout davey an’ jenny. i know yain’t been runnin’ wit’ ‘em f’r long, but ‘m sure it’s still hard. ❞

@missoshea !

#missoshea #* ✩ ( 🍯 — see good in all things ⑉ ic ) ̖́- #* ✩ ( 🍯 — take it slow ⑉ queue ) ̖́- #finally made the post an im lo v ..e . #not to be dramatic but i uhhhh #love them already thanks fhfhfgh

[twentyforty-six]

#Caturday with Miss O'Shea! 1. Miss O'Shea likes riding in the carrier. You can tell by her happy expression. 2. Surprise! We"re going to the vet! 3. While it was a lot of fun being poked, prodded & stuck at the vet, Miss O'Shea is glad to be home and looking forward to getting out of the carrier. 4. All tuckered out after her adventures, even the vacuum couldn't disturb her well earned #catnap. #cats #missoshea #sugarpuss #catsofinstagram #instacat #instacute #instameow #rescuecat #formerlyferal #balloffire #kawaii #supercutie #tabbycat #thoseeyes #vetvisit #thePCC #cathappy #kittylove #beautifulgirl

#caturday #tabbycat #rescuecat #thepcc #balloffire #supercutie #cats #catsofinstagram #vetvisit #kittylove #instameow #missoshea #instacute #sugarpuss #formerlyferal #beautifulgirl #kawaii #instacat #thoseeyes #cathappy #catnap

[outlawmistermatthews]

@missoshea continued from here 

Hosea can’t help the laugh that comes from him, he can’t deny that Dutch can be quite convincing. If it’s a plan, or if he wants something, somehow Dutch always get’s his way. Prophet Van Der Linde, and his apostles. Had a poetic ring to it. 

“Well, I know how pig headed he can be. It’s fair to know that, it’s not you...He has a lot riding on him. He can’t always be the sweet man you know he is to you.”

[maysheriseoncemore]

* CHARACTER TRAITS ! repost  &.  bold / italicize  what  applies  to  your  muse !

active,   adaptable,   admirable, adventurous,   agreeable,   alert,   appreciative,  aspiring,  attractive,  balanced,   benevolent,   calm,   capable,    caring,   charismatic,   charming,   cheerful,  clean,   compassionate ,  confident,  considerate,   cooperative,   courageous, creative, cultured,   curious,  daring,   decisive,  dedicated,   dignified,  discreet,  dramatic,  dutiful,  educated,  elegant,  empathetic,  energetic, faithful,   farsighted,   firm,  flexible,  forceful,   forgiving,   friendly,   fun-loving,   gallant,   generous,  gentle,   genuine,  hardworking,  healthy,  helpful,   heroic,   honest,   honorable,   idealistic,   independent,  intelligent,   kind,   loyal  ,  mature,  modest,   observant, optimistic,   organised,  passionate,   patient,  peaceful,   playful,   popular,   precise,  protective,  realistic,   reliable,   respectful,  responsible,  romantic,   sane,  scrupulous,  selfless,  self-critical,   self-reliant,   self-sufficient, sensitive,  serious, skillful,   sophisticated,   spontaneous,   stoic,   strong,  suave,   subtle,  sweet,   sympathetic, tolerant, trusting,   understanding,  vivacious,   warm,   wise,   witty,  youthful,  zealous

tagged by: no one, stole from @missoshea

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#headcanon

[leveractions-blog]

        the  darkest  part  of  the  night  loomed  over - head ,  the  sky  a  dark  eye  for  all  to  see ,  with  twinkles  of  light  sprawling  over  its  endless landscape .  arthur  had  confided  himself  in  his  own  camp  for  the  evening .  the  dissonance  of  the  camp  was  tightening  with  each  passing  day ,  like  a  noose  that  they  would  surely  face  if  they  do  not  flee  and  flee  soon .  time  was  of  the  essence ,  arthur  felt  the  weight  of  it  on  his  mind  like  searing ,  hot  lead .  

        with  his  leather - bound  journal  spread  across  his  lap ,  the  graphite  tip  continued  to  make  way  across  the  broadside  of  the  paper ,  words  came  flowing  from  the  man’s  mind ,  and  into  the  journal  itself ,  concealing  the  words  he  keeps  so  dear  to  his  heart .  eyes  averted  their  gaze  once  something  or  someone  entered  his  peripheral . 

        a  woman  sat  by  the  campfire ,  her  hair  as  red  and  as  vibrant  as  the  fire  she  sat  beside .  arthur  thought  she  looked  deep  in  troubling  thoughts ,  thoughts  that  were  perhaps  perpetuating  a  certain  insomnia ;  an  insomnia  that  arthur  was  sharing  himself .

        getting  up ,  he  made  his  way  across  the  grounds ,  the  evening  breeze  was  thick  with  swamp - air ,  and  made  his  arms  damp  with  sweat .  as  he  walked ,  he  brought  out  a  cigarette ,  struck  a  match  with  the  nail  of  his  thumb ,  and  lit  the  end ,  the  crinkling  of  the  rolling  paper  was  heard  as  he  took  a  deep  inhale .

        arthur  wasn’t  going  to  ask  if  she  was  alright ,  he  felt  that  he’d  receive  an  answer  that  he  was  already  familiar  with .  instead ,  he  took  a  seat  on  the  log ,  silence  being  shared  for  a  brief  moment .

        “   y’want  one  ??   “    he  offered  molly  the  package  of  cigarettes  to  her .  the  man  wasn’t  going  to  pry  open  what  was  in  her  mind ,  if  she  wanted  to  share ,  she  will ;  he  knows  that  by  now .  besides ,  it’s  not  like  they  all  shared  solid  walls  between  one  another ,  fabrics  can  only  muffle  so  much  of  the  arguing ,  the  unhappiness  that  is  now  shared  between  her  and  dutch .  @missoshea

#* interactions / missoshea ( 001 ) #missoshea #* hope this is okay. #* if not let me know !!

[vanderlindc]

❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜

QUESTION  SENTENCE  STARTERS    //     ACCEPTING .

  ❝  Whatever do you mean ? I do not have the energy for this right now.  ❞      

 ❝  — I say what I say, because it needs to be said. I have enough doubtin’ me — & I do not need more pessimism !  ❞   

#missoshea #❛ —【 prompts // answered.˚✧ 】 #❛ — 【 ic ϙ❜s.˚✧ 】 #v. main. ❛ — .【 ¹.˚✧ 】 #sorry abt the low quality reply ksdjfh #cries #thanks so much for sending luv <33 #missed you !!

[outlawsaviour-a]

   —   ❝ - bah, men are USELESS, molly; can’t listen t’ nothin’ they say. ❞

@missoshea | one - liner sc.

#missoshea #* ✩ ( 🍯 — see good in all things ⑉ ic ) ̖́- #this is called... healing. . fhhfh #go to each other for boy problems ?//???? ye a h #is this technically 2 lines ?? fhhfh fuc k. . fof.

[vanderlindc]

🍻 + “ do you ever get scared ?”

DRUNKEN CONFESSION    //     ACCEPTING . 

           ❝I have fears, like every other man.❞ 

His voice sounds after a moment’s hesitation, the words swirling through his mind, processing the question in its entirety. These FEARS; currently numbed—drowned by endless bottles of liquor consumed by him this very night. These  d o u b t s ; still finding ways to creep into his mind.

The leader averts her seeking eyes, instead locking his gaze upon the bottle in his hand. Almost empty, causing him to thirst for more of the golden liquor. Longing for the  b u r n  in his throat, which only the RUM can offer. A sedation, or that burn scorching him clean only to become more TAINTED by the second—The alcohol only speeding this process like a true, horrible circle. These sins & fears & memories can’t be drowned by a biblical deluge, nor by the golden flood-worth of liquor he had consumed. He does not often allow his mind fastening itself to those dark thoughts without FIGHTING to console himself with his deeply rooted hope & FAITH ? . Perhaps the alcohol had caused these roots to fester — to rot. Perhaps it had been the voice of Miss O’Shea— but on the inside, he begins  c r u m b l i n g  under the weight of the question & the drinking. It was a night of amusement, turned somber by the conversation with his lover.

FEARS. He has many more than he allows himself to show. Concerns. Feelings of despair. With alcohol it seems like an awful mixture. ❝ I — ❞ His voice sounds — almost raspy, as he sinks back into the chair he is seated in. Lips planted to the bottle, again allowing the liquid to flood into his system. Hands uncoordinated, attempting to release the now emptied bottle on the table only to hear it CRACK against the wooden floorboards. Unphased, but then fingernails dig into palms.  

            ❝ I see… this constant CHANGE. We see this world we live in, changing before our eyes. Becoming a more cold — dreamless reality of large revolting (!) cities & vulgar civilization. More so than it already is. ❞Eyes the color of dark oak meets hers at last. Nose scrunched up, a crease formed in his brow where pearls of sweat threatens to trickle down. Dutch evidently feeling repelled, before a melancholic expression falls upon his features. ❝ & I know, — I have FAITH. I DO, but I’m afraid my concerns will dishearten this lot. & there’s Hosea… — I,❞The sound of the man’s coughing intruded his mind. His best friend —  his voice suggesting his impending DEATH… A sigh escapes split lips. Attempting to brush off the thoughts from an intoxicated mind as he raises himself from the chair — stumbling in the process, before wrapping his fingers around a fresh cigar.❝ I,❞ He fidgets. ❝ But — I know we were never meant to survive. ❞

#missoshea #I can't help but make these so long hwkjef #It's in Clemens Point sometime around the time they moved in #Molly must be so confused #hkwejr hope it's fine ?? #❛ — 《 PROMPTS 》//a #V. MAIN ❛ — 《 Ⅰ ♜》

[vanderlindc]

✧— @missoshea​ LIKED THIS !!

❝  EXCUSE ME, I didn’t take you for a woman so FULL of herself. We are struggling ! Struggling, I tell you — & you are ignoring this plain, obvious fact !  ❞

❝  We won’t be here for long. It is temporary — so QUIT pestering me about it ! ❞

#a fight in Shady Belle hfskdjf idfk #I hope it's okay you can always change it up #It doesn't have to be a one-liner thread if you'd rather it be more descriptive <3 #V. MAIN ❛ — 《 Ⅰ ♜》 #missoshea ❛ — 《 Ⅱ. 》 #missoshea

[vanderlindc]

“This world has been so unkind to you.”

PROMPTS — SENTENCE STARTERS    //     ACCEPTING .

            ❝ We learn to fight with the tools we’re offered.❞

A scoff. Cigar tucked between lips & eyes squinting. He speaks the words with a thoughtful hesitation. An unkind world is simply a world after all. Their world, cold & ruthless. Their lives; cruel. The world they live in, oh so desperately lacking compassion. It is a world, where the face of merciless brutality often has & does show itsface — the civilization only a decadent reminder of this cold FACT. The endless battle they are fighting, the only thing maintaining a balance. A balance between minds, between rivaling worlds… a balance in his soul, that can unbend the curled & unfair reality that the world has become a dark place, & that their fighting is to no avail. Only, the outlaw clings to his HOPE — the FAITH, that the world can be turned around for the better & that it may become like he forever yearns for it to be. This ideology — a product of his mind, that built him more than he built it. The pillars of his soul; pillars of the HOPE that keeps him standing. Yet at the same time; the very thing making the world so unkind & unaccepting.

Dark eyes gaze into the distance with melancholy, his mind revisiting places he had long attempted to bury. A darkness, hiding in him oh so close to the surface. Memories, wishes of vengeance, grief & anger — struggles that can never be forgotten. Addressing them only makes this very darkness well up in him.He almost forgets the woman at his side in this grim reverie. Jaw clenched, though somehow a smile manages to form on his lips — even accompanied by a small chuckle. He wishes to encourage; himself, his lover, the gang.. There is no room for DOUBT, or reminiscing pain that is so absorbing. The past is all that is real, yet the future is all that matters — their safety & willingness to continue moving forward along with the fight that are their lives.    .

         ❝  This world has taught me a great many things. Good, awful, horrible things. — But I’ve learned ! I’ve learned many truths about this world & this country. About life — about love, romance & knowledge, & I know now ! I do — from many years; in my expertise; the world truly is a better place when we cling to love & all we hold dear. It’s the only pure truth in our lives. Through that, we can encounter every battle with FAITH & courage. Through that; we live. ❞

#missoshea #❛ — 《 PROMPTS 》//a #V. MAIN ❛ — 《 Ⅰ ♜》 #He's so dramatic lmao #felt like I couldn't end this with anythin but a speech dhkjs #I forgot about this tho !!! It was finished and all I just forgot it cuz of the formatting whew #he's oddly serious in this tho I feel like he always finds an excuse to charm #or well he does without trying I guess lmao #This must b in Horseshoe overlook <3

[vanderlindc]

MISS O’SHEA

⋯

continued from here

Eyes dark like the night sky. Twinkling, not with stars but with betrayal, annoyance & a dash of  f u r y  beneath it all. A mixture; boiling DEEP within his system; slow, yet all-engulfing, & then a deep breath. A pseudo flame burning his lungs & spreading to his mind like a  w i l d f i r e. He could still hear their voices echoing in his mind. The questioning, doubting, SCRUTINIZING, all clinging to his mind like he clung to his  p r i d e. The gang which he had fought for, doubting him. H i m.

Slender fingers slid against the glass in his hands, swirling the golden liquid before raising it to his lips. The full taste of the fancier whiskey rolling off his tongue with eyes still settled on Miss O’Shea. If his most loyal sons ? had lost faith in him, why would she not? The constant need for useless conversation & craving his attention when all he needed to do was THINK. Think, act,  p l a n. Was it a maneuver? Had her mind been corrupted too? Dark eyes squinted. Another swig  — the hurt, anger, his own doubt evident in the crease of his brow. The faith he preached to have; like a whisper of an unfulfilled promise. FAITH in the gang, in his plan, in their  f a t e; it was all futile while hearing their doubtful voices & watching their judgemental eyes. HE was the one who had kept them all afloat for twenty years. HIM. Their belief & wish to fight alongside him had only strengthened their survival odds. Now — with nearly no one left with any f a i t h; it was all turning sour — & he tried. He truly tried.

Eyes followed the ginger approaching him, expression never changing. The question still floating in the air, torturing him — even when she answered it. How many times had the others not reassured him of their faith in him? Of their  l o y a l t y ? All that, only to be tossed away with their struggles. — & her; MOLLY, her ever-hurting eyes & doubtful behavior... Was it the beginning of her disbelief in him? Had she already come to walk on that path? The questions remained as he sat there, staring into the green of her eyes struggling in the attempt to read her thoughts. He didn’t want to instill any ideas in her head — of the DOUBT & deviancy — & instead let out a sigh, the taste of the alcohol having yet to burn out on his tongue. A strong arm wrapping around her waist, in one firm movement pulling her farther into his lap with all intents on keeping her there for now. Fingertips running along the pattern of her dress, almost as a caress & briefly he found that his frustration & his  a n g e r  was extinguished, for the sake of the questions burning on as he studied her eyes. Though only for a single second. ❝ We are going to pull through. ❞ He spoke reassuringly now, his voice calmer than expected. ❝ — It’s been a tough year, but I need everyone to keep believing — or we won’t make it. I need some FAITH from all of you. ❞ He put down the glass, using the new  f r e e d o m  of his hand to wander to her chin; ever so slightly letting his thumb graze her bottom lip. Eyes, still expressing a certain obscure  g l o o m, as his thoughts wandered. He wanted to believe in their loyalty — wanted to believe Miss Molly O’Shea, but every day; with every challenge he faced & every doubtful question thrown at him, it was as if he ventured further into uncharted territory. Their skepticism, disbelief, reluctance only became more visible to him; more real. As he sat there  — so very close to his lover; listening to her words of reassurance — he almost breathed out the reply oh so rigidly & distant, yet warm ? at the same time: ❝ We’ll see about that. ❞

#oml so it turned into a novel #a lil aggressive #BUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY ??!! #welp #The top looks stupid but my computer didn't agree with my html work and I got tired so yea #missoshea #V. MAIN ❛ — 《 Ⅰ ♜》 #missoshea ❛ — 《 Ⅰ. 》

[vanderlindc]

“Your voice is the most comforting thing I’ve heard today.”

PROMPTS — SENTENCE STARTERS    //     ACCEPTING .

       —PAPERS, MAPS & envelopes were scattered across the surface of the desk. A clutter hiding information crucial to the impending train heist — VITAL, to their success. His hat & one schofield revolver resting at the edge of the table, the twin tucked neatly into its holster at the gang leader’s coat clad side.

The  i c y  breath of the winter storm rattled the hut, gaining access through large holes in the ceiling. The occasional snowflakes whisking inside in clusters, reminding the man of the stocked, lit fireplace, though he did not take advantage of it. Hands cold & senseless, yet fingers were STILL running over the paper surfaces, eyes searching desperately for information to quench his  t h i r s t  for knowledge that could AID them — & harm COLM O’DRISCOLL. A distraction. Something keeping him & his thoughts occupied, leaving NO room to reflect over the latest events. Only FAITH & finances — a wayto leave Colter, or a way to fool his old enemy.

The dim oil lamp only lit up the dark of the dingy room slightly. The outside had become pitch black, & all noises of the other gang members were being drowned by the storm. The world outside was as if MUTED by the whip of the wind, leaving the world isolated & bleak. Frozen lips split, an exhale turned to vapor. The swarm of thoughts was tormenting him & the solitude only exacerbated the situation, until the cottage door swung open.

Dutch sighed, aiming his gaze expectantly to see Miss Molly O’Shea at the door. Though the planning he was doing was of importance, it seemed impossible that he would make any progress that night, let alone finishing the scheming. He required more time to  T H I N K,  but right then, at that time; a distraction - a pause - was what he truly needed.

      ❝Miss O’Shea.❞   Her name escaping his lips softly with such an ease, & he moved on the chair so that he could face her frozen figure. They had barely exchanged any words since their arrival in COLTER. None at all when the men rode to Colm O’Driscoll’s camp. There had been an unspoken tension. The entire gang was in distress & it weighed their leader down —wounding him. This strain between him & his lover was ONLY one out of the MANY factors that caused him this anguish. Dutch only wished to pause it all for a moment. To uncrumble — to be with her.

          ❛ Your voice is the most comforting thing I’ve heard today ❜

She was  c o l d.  The many layers of clothing did not seem to be enough to warm her, nor the slight crackle of the small fire. He listened intently to her voice & the sweetness in it; like honey dripping off her lips. A voice, which he had spent HOURS listening to & a face & figure he had spent an equally long time staring at. Her freckled nose, now icy like those red lips of hers.A moment’s silence and the man rose from his seat, sauntering to her before thoughtfully pulling her into an embrace. Two frozen bodies. Silent— only the wind and the crackle of the fire disrupting the peace. Arms strong, protective & swaddled around the ginger, pulling her into his chest. An attempt to fix everything for both of them; to take away the cold, to suffocate the worries. A silly attempt to bring the world to a halt.

        ❝ We’ve been dealt a bad hand, but we’re fixing it & we’re fine —Safe for now. We just need some money, and then we’ll be on our way again. ❞  

#Why do I make these so long cri #I don't know what I did with this ?!?! #BUT I hope it's okay?! #V. MAIN ❛ — 《 Ⅰ ♜》 #❛ — 《 PROMPTS 》//a #missoshea

[outlawsaviour-a]

🎶 !!

   —   ❝ - mind if i have this dance, miss molly? ❞ it was probably well - known FACT at this point in time that teddy wasn’t exactly the most skilled of dance partners, but that hasn’t stopped him yet. ( he’s got that determination in him ! ) there’s a grin toyed on the likes of his lips, something youthfully bright behind his eyes as he takes the extended hand with nothing but delicate grace. they’d done this prior, though if his memory was serving him well, he can recall the both of them ending up in the dirt. it’d been profuse apologies on his side, the usual stammering blabber about how he wasn’t EVER going to get a hold of this. based on his own words, no practice could better his lacking quality. 

   —   despite that, he would appear to be doing perfectly alright this time around. it’s hard to tell exactly where his eyes have focused themselves, flickering between watching molly’s expression and the languid movement on their feet. if nothing else, he’s able to keep a tempo now. mouth twitches at the thought, blonde brow quirked as teddy surveys the other. ❝ - gotten kinda’ better, huh? ❞ the statement is more of a genuine question, looking for reinforcement, ❝ ain’t never gonna’ be no dutch ‘r nothin’, but, least we ain’t in the MUD this time! ❞

dance with teddy | heLL yeah accepting

#missoshea #* ✩ ( 🍯 — love letters only ⑉ ask ) ̖́- #* ✩ ( 🍯 — take it slow ⑉ queue ) ̖́- #u g h we fuckin stan #this was so cute to write out thanks im weak

[vanderlindc]

ERA  AESTHETIC  GAME.

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𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗟.      tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.      freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗤𝗨𝗘.     dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟.     chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖.     compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

#❛ — 《 HEADCANONS 》 #yes imagine dutch dancing around in a silk dress #a v pretty sight #thank u for this !! loved it #💖