#( andrew 01 )

[jtl-fics]

Math Nerd AU

I’ve got quite a few time travel AFTG fics banging around in my head but by far the funniest one is this:

Neil dies in 40s to a drunk driver after a respectable professional Exy career, two olympic golds, a very successful and healthy relationship, a steady post-injury career as Ichirou Moriyama’s preferred accountant (kept himself squeaky clean) and years to get his shit together. He wakes up back early on into his runaway life with his mom and is immediately like “oh no I’m NOT doing this shit again.”

He makes a lot of changes, mostly for Andrew’s benefit but also gets Mary to the Hatfords, and gets himself set up in Ichirou’s confidence again because man he’s gonna play Exy again but Ichirou was actually a very solid boss if you’re competent and Neil is very good at managing finances.

Ichirou had plans for Neil. He’s waiting for his father to pass before he brings Neil fully out in the open as one of his since his father is still demanding that the Wesninski heir be given over to his brother and Ichirou is not about to let the only accountant who has ever gotten him a completely legal tax refund go to the NEST. He’s also not about to let the Butcher near Neil so he puts Neil off in the middle of nowhere with a steady paycheck and orders to graduate highschool. Neil picks Millport.

Hernandez still notices that no one ever comes to Neil’s games and that the kid is driven but doesn’t make any real attachments with his teammates despite Millport becoming the Arizona State Champs the year Neil leads the team. So he sends tapes to Wymack and Kevin. Neil is surprised to see them since he’d planned on never getting anywhere near Andrew after he set things up for the blond. (Killed Drake, paid some people to legally adopt and look after Andrew, got CPS to investigate Tilda properly, paid off the right people so that the couple who took in Andrew took in Aaron too, and paid for them to move out to SC (it’s close to the twins remaining family) and then Tilda managed to die on her own from an OD and the twins got the money without Andrew needing to have any part in it.)

Neil ends up signing for the Foxes despite Ichirou having plans for Neil to start attending University of Texas (Great Accounting Program) in the fall. Neil of course completely fails to tell Ichirou this since Ichirou hadn’t said anything beyond finishing highschool and if he had plans for Neil then he should have told him.

Neil, the utterly self-sufficient adult that he is, proceeds to just be the most bizarre stabilizing force the foxes have ever encountered. He knows all about their shit, their issues, their triggers, and how to help them. The Foxes all kind of crave that stability and Neil can take whatever they say unflinchingly. He’ll give as good as he gets but he also makes team breakfast pretty much every morning after he finishes his absurdly early run. Kevin is in heaven with his Striker pick (Neil in this thing is so incredibly boring and well-adjusted that Andrew just cannot believe that he’s a spy so Kevin and Neil start night practices almost immediately & Neil shows Kevin drills that he and Future!Kevin had made and Kevin is just like “I am so good at picking talent. I am a god.”)

The 3 things that make this so funny (at least to me) is:

1. All the Foxes just like not understanding why the hell Neil is a Fox (They’re glad he’s there but it feels like a clerical error that such a nice well-adjusted guy is on the team) until they see him without a shirt and until immediately after the Kathy Ferdinand show where Ichirou shows up and is like “Palmetto doesn’t even have a nationally ranked accounting program!? Also what if this sport gives you a TBI and you can’t do my taxes anymore????”

2. Andrew is just inexplicably and infuriatingly smitten, enamored, crushing, heart-eyes for this BORING ASS MATH NERD. Neil’s sense of humor was honed against Andrew so he’s got like a direct line to Andrew’s funny bone. He never has never once for even a second confused Aaron and Andrew (and they’re a lot closer in this fic because there’s no Tilda angst and the ‘parents’ handled getting Aaron’s rehabilitation handled off the books so he could have a future in medicine.) Even after the whole mob accountant reveal Andrew is seething because even with that Neil is just incredibly well-adjusted and normal despite all the insane shit going on with him. He propositions Neil when Neil mentions having a past male significant other but Neil has the AUDACITY to get all sad-eyed and say that he can’t be with Andrew because his heart still belongs to some CHUMP in his past. (Cue Current!Andrew having an unknowing bitter hatred / rivalry of Future!Andrew and swearing that he’ll woo Neil away from a guy who’s probably in the mob or shitty because Andrew hasn’t seen any evidence of Neil’s SO reaching out to him but he knows Neil isn’t lying)

3. One of the reasons that Andrew is inexplicably and infuriatingly attracted / smitten to Neil is that Future!Andrew did not really spend a lot of time in the future after Neil died and he’s slowly seeping through until Neil’s confrontation with his dad and then Future!Andrew fully wakes up and he’s PISSED because at least in the original timeline Andrew was inexplicably and infuriatingly attracted to the mysterious freshmen who was hiding his appearance, looked like he was seconds away from running across the country at all times, and had a whole aura of danger around him. Now he’s revealed that he’d have fallen for Neil no matter what because he fell for Neil when he was just a BORING ASS MATH NERD and WORST OF ALL Neil went and made him jealous of HIMSELF because Neil didn’t want to cheat on Andrew with ANDREW. What an asshole. He’s gotta kiss his entire face off and tell him that he’s never allowed to cross a street without Andrew again because if a drunk driver is going to take one of them out then it’s going to take BOTH of them out.

[klitzxting85]

andrew needs to play a cowboy or a bull rider (even a farmer) bc it would be so HOT

[caranoirs]

[favorite-characters]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

Andrew Lincoln as ʀɪᴄᴋ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs × Norman Reedus as ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ (S01.E01-06 • 2010)

[downthetubes]

ZARJAZ, the 2000AD zine, gets set for return

Plans are afoot for the revival of the much-loved 2000AD-inspired comic zine Zarjaz, which ceased publication after the death of the much-missed Dave Evans, aka Bolt-01 in 2021

[callum-jackson]

starter for: @drewxjackson

"Do I look like a fucking idiot?" Callum asked as he opened the front door of his house to let his brother inside. He'd been racking his mind all day trying to figure out what the fuck he'd done to have every old lady in this town questioning his ability to be chief of surgery. It felt like he was being told left and right that he wasn't the man for the job and that he was too young to know what the hell he was doing, as if he was some god damn spring chicken at forty one. "Because I'm starting to feel like one with the way everyone is doubting that I can run a fucking hospital." He sighed and led Drew into the kitchen where he was gonna offer his little brother a drink. "Beer, wine, or bourbon?"

[savvy-sutton]

starter for: @drewxjackson

Running was a new hobby for Savannah. Something she'd never done when she was living in Georgia because if her husband caught her doing anything that seemed to benefit her and not him...well it wasn't worth the fight. So now that she was on her own and rediscovering herself, Savannah had decided that she liked running. What she didn't account for was that if she really wanted to get into running she would need running shoes and not the flat bottomed, no arch support vans she had on now. "Shit." She cursed under her breath as she went down on the sidewalk, twisting her ankle and feeling something in it pull a way it shouldn't. It hurt like hell as she tried to get to her feet only to notice a man nearby who looked to be heading her way. "I hope you didn't just see me eat it. I swear I ain't usually this clumsy it's just that I'm tryin' to get into running but I don't have the right shoes and I just..." She sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair.

[hypocrisyofandrewdobson]

Well Halloween has came and went. I had fun. I had Shaggy 2 Dope's face paint on that night. Speaking of, I'm well aware that good old Dobson doesn't like Halloween, or anything quote unquote "scary" for that matter, but I wonder what his opinion on ICP would be. Good or bad, I'm sure I'd be entertained by it back when he was online, lol. Anyway, happy belated Halloween, bro.

Happy belated Halloween.

ICP is Christian, right? Dobson would probably despise them on principle.

[writermuses]

@waveofstars continued from here

Andrew didn't like the idea of Chey sitting in a tub full of water depressed, so he was relieved when she didn't say she was shooing him off. Even if he was still in there, he still would've preferred she chose a shower. A knot formed in his chest when she wouldn't even look at him, undressing slowly despite it looking like she was trying to move through quicksand. He's spent years raising his goddaughter and as a firefighter, this was nothing uncommon for him other than the fact that he cared a whole hell of a lot for the woman in front of him. His arm held hers and when she finally met his gaze Drew met it right back, "Chey, you're strong and stubborn, you're beautiful and kind, and I wouldn't be here if I didn't care about you and I wouldn't be staying if I didn't believe you could get through this."

His free hand caressed her cheek and he nodded toward her bathroom, "Let's get that bath going." The walk was slow and Drew stepped in to help whenever she let him, but it wasn't until she was in the warm soapy water that he took a slow, steady breath, "Will you let me wash your hair? I'll be able to see everything better than you can. I promise I'm only rough around the edges. Being Nora's proxy-father sort of made me a master at this part of bath time." It was the truth, gone were the days of accidental soapy eyes. Now he could braid, twist, and curl like he was a part-time cosmetologist.

[jtl-fics]

oh i have to know what’s new with TBD <3

WIP Wednesday 4/17/24 | TBD

Andrew, for the life of him, still doesn’t know why exactly he decided to become a professional Exy player. He goes through the reasons that it isn’t the worst thing in the world once again in his head.

He was paid ridiculously well which meant he never needed to think about money again.

He had the flexibility in his schedule to do whatever he wanted during the off season.

It’s not like Exy is hard.

He thinks for a few more minutes on what other reasons there might have been for signing to play this stupid sport professionally and comes up empty. He can admit that part of the reason he may not be able to think about positives is the constant interruption to his thought in the form of camera flashes.

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[stillcominback]

[muutosarchive]

a woman carved in marble. the beauty of her many years, on a statuesque face. & judith can only look on in clear awe. feminine envy alight on her cute, rounded features. two lambs. cute, pink frills. plaid skirt reminiscent of the days of old, tucked away like a pressed flower in the pages of her bible. high school is an evil place, but now? she feels like she's meeting someone important. could be a goddess. perhaps. oh, is it blasphemous to assume? for if there was, it would be her. inhale is taken through gaped lips. glasses sliding up her nose, in the slow approach. clipboard resting along her arm.

"hi. um.. are you here for the church event?"

@divinehr / / asked for jude

[favorite-characters]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

Andrew Lincoln as ʀɪᴄᴋ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs (S01.E01-06 • 2010)

[palomofionas]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @canncnball, for amanda & andrew.

"no, i will not tell you who hit me...but yes, i am taking something for the bruising and the pain." she shrugged and grinned up at andrew. her most favourite investor in the shop. she had her boot clad feet up on her desk and her dress was riding up her thighs as she leaned back a little more in her chair. she glanced down at her phone and sighed, "it was sam..." she wrinkled up her nose. "but you can't do shit, okay? i already brought it up to brayden. i may have been a little antagonistic, but he deserved it."

she shrugged and took a deep breath, "i kicked him in the balls. he didn't like that." she swallowed thickly and wrinkled up her nose at him again. "you wanna fuck the pain out of me?" she questioned and smirked up at him. "i mean, i know you probably shouldn't, but i've been dying to ride you since i met you, andrew reeves." she stood up and fixed her dress before walking over to him and pressing her tinier frame against his and she bit into her lower lip. "come on...i know you want to," she whispered.

[alligator-dreaming]

01-20-2023: Legend of the Boccy Sword

Someday I'll do a proper writeup of this. The Legend of the Boccy Sword

There’s also a lot of brushing over dream logic, like that fact that Doc Brown, my Grandma, Fred Flintstone, my dad, and the Joker were all the same person.

For those of you keeping track, this is the second time in a month Andrew Tate got his shit rocked by a fictional character in a dream

[coinofsilver]

got a copy of this at home , never got around to reading it .

he squinted at the kid standing before him before glancing down at the book in his hand . all harvey could do was make a small awkward sound of acknowledgement as he tried to chew down on the chunk of cinnamon roll still filling up his mouth . eventually he had swallowed down enough of the pastry to manage a " well you should " before surrendering and seeking the aid of his cup of coffee .

dent loved live music ; though these days he didn't indulge in cultural activities as much as he wished to , the district attorney recognised the energy which filled up a room in which a band was playing . and watching up and coming musicians slowly ignite before a crowd's eyes , well , it was something close to magic ( a sentiment harvey dent would never mention or admit to out loud ) .

he snapped the biography shut and regarded the cover for a second . " never been much of a drums guy myself but buddy rich is a pretty interesting guy . " dent glanced up at the drummer . he had seen him up on that stage and felt ashamed that he couldn't put a name to his face . mismatched eyes searched for anything on the other's plain black suit that could give him a hint ( anything ! ) on what to call him .

but all dent saw were thick bandaids with a distinct coagulated brown colour covering the skin which connected the thumb to the index . harvey half-smiled even though he didn't find anything amusing about that sight . " he'd have a thing or two to say about the state of your hands too . " he mentioned before having another sip of his coffee .