#pianomxn

[hcze]

Sometimes I miss my old URL (pianomxn) but then I remember this is a functioning blog for my little family and it's thriving so we're good.

Good morning everyone!! I was just bombarded again and my plans shaken so I'll be sending those memes soon!!

[fiightcrarchived2]

𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ..

                                                                           a broken engangement , feat @pianomxn .

[stupiidgood]

@pianomxn​

“You would think that, wouldn’t you, always with your thinking things. That’s what separates me from you: the thinking.”

[streetslost]

-certain trio of guys go and give her a sandwich hug- ;P

    GLARES at first, stiff within the hold.  But it only takes a minute…

              Soon, she melts like butter, taking hold of them all as best she can.                                                                           She feels SAFE.  She feels at home.

@pianomxn

[seesgood]

❝ you make that look really easy, ❞  most everyone else has gone home for the night. the bar usually empties out during this time, but she always manages to find an excuse to linger. whether it’s helping matt close down or clean the counters, or listening to one more song, there’s always something. but before tonight she’s never managed to muster up enough courage to talk to the bar’s most popular attraction.  ❝ i took lessons until i was eight and i still don’t think i could play anything other than twinkle twinkle little star, ❞ caroline lets out a light laugh, giving him a friendly shrug.  ❝ i’m caroline, by the way. ❞          /         @pianomxn​ ! 

[vuulpecula]

@pianomxn​ inquired: “How much is too much, how far is too far?” 

book starters vol. 41 - onyx and crake by margaret atwood | accepting 

      A fair question, one that she was not sure there was a correct answer to. With a deep breath, her shoulders rose and fell. “I suppose it depends on the individual,” Fox answered thoughtfully. “How long we can survive this before we are pushed passed the tipping point,” a pause, “And knowing what we can and cannot come back from.” There was only so much a community of people could take before a rebellion was incited. Whispers had already begun. 

[eleanormatilda]

@pianomxn​. 

          “And just where have you been?!” 

[forsakenmyths]

💏 one for Rylie :D

send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

good morning.

( @pianomxn )

The days she spent over at Drew’s were always some of her most favorite.  She could get out of her space, and while they had been scary years ago, it was easy when it came to Drew.  

Most nights they stayed up messing around at the piano playing bits of songs together until something sounded right.  Many times, he would play a song, smile on  his face as she sung the lyrics.  It was life giving to her soul to explore her musical talents with him.  To enjoy that side of herself without having to fear the powers she did have.  Drew trusted her, and she trusted herself with Drew.

By the end of the night, Rylie had fallen asleep next to Drew, one of his shirts loosely draped over her body.  She slept so peacefully there, tucked against his side until the morning light woke her up.  

In all honesty, she didn’t want to move from that bed.  She was her own boss, so she could take the day off.  It wouldn’t harm her or the store, but it was deeper than that.

Rylie eased upwards, kissing Drew’s cheek.  “Good morning,” she whispered.  Her accent was a little heavier, as it always was in the mornings.  After the simple kiss, her forehead fell to his shoulder, face nuzzling against his arm.

[bma-2020]

pianomxn replied to your post: sniffs I smell an owly

-dances around- i’M BACK!! XD

SCREAMS EVERYWHERE

[freckledboss]

“ remember all the things we wanted ? ” hehehehe

“ how could i forget? they’re still things we can have, it’s never too late. “

meme | accepting | @pianomxn

[dxsole]

@pianomxn | Cont. from X

“Well, I can assure you, this is not the bathroom.” That was obvious, of course, but as there was already one empty wine bottle by his feet and a new one being uncorked, it’s clear he’s just talking for talking’s sake.

“Thank you, I’ve...I’ve been collected for nearly...nearly thirty years now, hm. Rare vintages and all that-- from France mostly, although I must admit, a few Sicilian labels are housed here...wait, who are you?”

[fiightcrarchived2]

CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR DREW    [ @pianomxn​ , u didn’t like but 2 bad drew gets gifts anyway. ]   ♥

[mentalitynotes]

With a high profile relationship comes high profile coverage.  Here’s a look at some of the magazine covers from Drew Hackett and Luna Forrester’s life so far.

@pianomxn

[musichealed-a]

                                                                he stares at drew with a blank expression on his face, taking a drag from the joint between his fingers. smoke blew out from his nose, nodding at literally nothing. ❝ we should get high together sometime bro. ❞

@pianomxn // starter

[vuulpecula]

Hiii!! Voicemail meme too pwease

send ‘voicemail’ to hear my muse’s drunken voice message they leave on your muse’s phone | accepting | @pianomxn

      “Hey, hey, are you home?” By the way she had pounded on his door, intoxicated and dizzy out of her mind, he wasn’t. Likely still at work, which was why he was both not there nor answering his phone, her brain just could not grasp that fact. “I dropped my keys in that floor grate, the vent, on the floor? I couldn’t get it out and then I got my wrist stuck and -- it really hurts now -- but where are you? Let me in, won’t you? Just for a moment?” A hiccup. “I can’t wait for you to come home.” She sighed heavily into the receiver and hung up on accident. Not that he missed much, it was mostly her continuing to ask when he was going to come back as she slid further and further down the wall. Ending with her backside planted firmly on the old carpet in their shared hallway. Snoozing until he did, finally, come home. 

[dclilah]

“Don’t ever change.” :)

      cheeks turn PINK & plum-colored lips lift into a smile .    ‘ you’re always too sweet to me , drew . ’    she hadn’t done anything    ( at least so she thought )    she had just told him how much she loved his song . she had said that it made her heart happy — & that was the truth . 

@pianomxn (answers this a million years later)