#Andrew Andy Crane

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CITV's presenters and stars in a photoshoot on 2/4/1991. (Source: Alpha Press.)

Cool picture.

Front Row L-R: Geoffrey Hayes, Bill Oddie, Rolf Harris, Tommy Boyd, Michaela Strachan, Keith Chegwin, Grotbags Carol Lee Scott, Julia Sawalha, Dexter Fletcher.

Middle Row L-R: Andrea Boardman, Evette Fielding, Neil Buchanan, Womble, Andrew Andy Crane, Rainbow Bungle, Danger Mouse.

Back Row L-R: Dungeon Master Treguard Hugo Myatt, Count Duckula, Rupert the Bear. 

[lookingformoondrop]

Yan!Andrew with his Reader who found out she's pregnant? Spoiler: She didn't want to have children.

Yan!Andrew Graves x Preg!Reader

TW: Unexpected pregnancy, hints at abortion, reader in captivity, manipulation, yandere Andrew, unwanted pregnancy

♡ Notes: I wrote this entire thing while on a train so you'll probably find a wild typo or error font somewhere here. I said in my last post that my next work would be a fluffy one, I lied. Sorry. Remember kids, practice safe sex, and dont act like Andy. Thank you so much for supporting me, anon! I appreciate all the requests and asks from you guys. <33

Andrew hummed as he removed his shoes and took off his coat.

Work was a drag, his boss was a dick, and his family was unbearable. But despite it all, he had you at the end of the day.

When he came home, he'd always hear your padded footsteps coming down the hall to greet him.

You'd wear one of his shirts or wear a cute outfit he'd pick out for you, all to make him happy.

He just loves you so much.

I mean, that's why he took you in the first place.

You had no idea who he was, only that he was a customer that came at odd times of the day in the cafe where you worked.

He could only guess how poor the pay must've been. How miserable you were... Yes, that's it.

As he watched you, he could spot the circles under your eyes, and he knew instantly that fate had brought you here, or maybe it was a cult summoning? Either way, you belonged with him. And he would bend heaven and earth to keep it that way.

Andrew blinked away his train of thought and looked up. He hadn't heard your footsteps.

That was unusual.

Andrew quickly slipped his bag to the ground and walked further into the house.

The kitchen was empty, minus the dishes and pots from last night's dinner that still remained untouched in the sink.

The living room was empty, minus the tissues scattered all over the floor, and the blankets that pooled the floor.

With his heart racing, he sprinted to the last room he hadn't checked. The bedroom.

He pushed the door open with haste; his eyes wildly searched the room.

The bed was unmade, and the sheets were shoved off the mattress, trailing onto the wooden floor.

As Andrew stepped further into the bedroom and he could hear the sound of the shower, and small sniffles coming from inside.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief, you hadn't left. You were still home with him. But now he had another problem to deal with.

He knocked on the bathroom door and heard a quick shuffle from the other side. The water turned off and Andrew flinched at the sound of objects crashing.

Then out you came, your eyes were red and your hair was messy, as if your fingers ran through them constantly.

You mustered a smile for Andrew, muttering out a weak 'welcome home' before Andrew grabbed your arms for inspection.

"What happened? What were you doing? Why were you crying?" He craned his neck out to try and look inside the bathroom, but you quickly closed the door.

"I was about to take a shower when you came home so uh, I dropped some bath products when I realized I hadn't greeted you." It was a horrible lie, really. You knew lying was one of Andrew's biggest pet peeves, even if he lied consistently himself.

"My little lamb, you're not making a lot of sense right now..." Andrew tried giving you a sweet smile, but the vein twitching in his forehead told you how he really felt.

His grip on your arms became tighter, and he leaned in closer, "I would like to know what you're keeping from me, please."

"I... I was crying," you cringed at how weak your voice sounded.

"Clearly, what else? Don't stall for time you don't have Y/N. Tell me who hurt you, I don't fucking care for the reason."

You peeled Andrew's hands off of you which was surprising giving his intense tone. You slowly walked to the bed and sat down, tracing the thread that was imbedded in your mattress. Your eyes lingered on the white sheets for a second too long.

Andrew followed suit, instead opting to go on his knees in front of you as to hold your hands.

He traced his name on your wrists with his finger and hummed a low tune, unremarkable at best, but it calmed your nerves.

"You are my bleeding heart, Y/N. Everything you feel, I long to taste, everything you love, I devour, and every secret you keep from me I savagely rip apart to find. What could you possibly keep from me, that I wouldn't find out in under a day?"

You kept still, refusing to meet Andrew's gaze.

"You have to promise you won't.. um, get mad." You chewed on your lip as you thought about your next words. The lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you thought about it.

How were you supposed to deliever such... news, when that news made you want to rip your hair out from stress.

"yeah, I promise. My little lamb, tell me, what is wrong?"

"I'm scared, Andrew." You looked up.

"Scared?" Answered Andrew, who let go of your wrists to instead settle around your waist.

He continued, "What could you possibly have to fear while with me? Are you afraid of someone?"

You shook your head, "no, well maybe, not yet I-" You took deep breaths, your chest felt like it was going to crack from the pressure.

"Not yet? What does that even mean?" Andrew furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose, trying to make sense of it all.

"Andrew, do you know what day of the month it is?"

Andy groaned; his patience was begging to grow thin. "Y/N, I'm done playing this game with you. Are you trying to provoke me to extreme measures or something?"

"No! Just... answer the question. What day of the month is it?"

Andrew shrugged, "It's the first of the month. It's my mom's birthday. It's trash day. It's Monday. I don't fucking know what this has to do with our conversation, Y/N!?"

"No Andrew, just listen to me! Look, I usually get my period on the first of every month. But last month I didn't get my period."

"So?" Andrew looked at you with annoyance in his features.

"So.... I should have gotten my period last month, but I didn't. I'm not an irregular person and I've been here awhile so..."

Andrew's features stayed scrunched with confusion and annoyance as the words mulled over in his head.

Then it hit him.

Andrew fell back on his butt in shock, staring at you, your belly, and then back to you. The realization so big that his brain stopped the train to language station.

"You're pregnant?" He muttered.

You nodded, the tears that danced on your waterline finally falling. Your chest shook, and you gasped deep breaths, the pressure you had on your chest this morning, becoming ten-fold the weight as Andrew processed this information.

Your head hung low as the sobs shook your ribcage.

Without realizing it, Andrew got back up and sat beside you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around your head and body, so that your body pushed against his chest.

A gigantic smile placed itself on his face, every bad thing that happened up until that point dispearred in a cloud. The only thing he could think about was the baby you were growing.

His baby.

Finally, Andrew let you go and grabbed your face, lifting it up so that he could place gentle kisses on your forehead. "My Y/N, thank you. This... fuck, I thought you were going to say something horrible, but this? Shit, this is the best news I could have ever heard, well maybe besides news of my sister's death or imprisonment but shit this is even better!"

His kisses became harder and more passionate. But he hadn't noticed the soul that had left your body. Instead, you looked at him terrified.

"But... Andrew, I'm not ready for this. I- I don't even think I'm old enough to be raising children, let alone birth one. This thing could rip me apart." Your breathing became quicker, the pressure on your chest becoming an unbearable pain.

You were so sure that Andrew would hate the idea of children, that he would have the initiative to take this thing out of you, but he was so happy, so much so he couldn't be bothered to notice your despair.

"Doesn't matter. You need to stop worrying about things that haven't even happened yet. You're pregnant, and that's all that matters. You're pregnant with my baby, and you will live through every moment." His smile never faltered as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, humming a sweeter tune this time and rubbing your tummy.

"I'm not ready," you cried, shaking your head profusely.

Andrew looked up with a smile, trailing his forefinger down the bridge of your nose.

"Doesn't matter."

You held onto Andrew's hands as he leaned forward and embraced you. Sighing deeply into your chest.

"I love our little family. Don't you?"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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So the Republicans are trying to shut down the government to damage their own states so that they make the Democrats look bad before the election… Is that the game plan they’re going with?

Here is the full list of Republicans who voted against the stopgap bill to prevent a government shutdown in September 2024:

Indiana: James R. Baird, Jim Banks, Rudy Yakym III, Victoria Spartz

Ohio: Troy Balderson, Warren Davidson, Jim Jordan, Max L. Miller

Florida: Aaron Bean, Gus M. Bilirakis, Kat Cammack, Byron Donalds, Matt Gaetz, Anna Paulina Luna, Cory Mills, Bill Posey, Michael Waltz, Daniel Webster

Texas: Michael Cloud, Tony Gonzales, Lance Gooden, Morgan Luttrell, Nathaniel Moran, Chip Roy, Keith Self, Randy Weber Sr., Beth Van Duyne, Roger Williams

Arizona: Andy Biggs, Elijah Crane, Paul A. Gosar, Debbie Lesko, David Schweikert

North Carolina: Dan Bishop

Colorado: Lauren Boebert

Illinois: Mike Bost, Mary E. Miller, Darin LaHood

Oklahoma: Josh Brecheen

Tennessee: Tim Burchett, John W. Rose, Andrew Ogles

Missouri: Eric Burlison

Georgia: Andrew S. Clyde, Mike Collins, Marjorie Taylor Greene, Richard McCormick

Utah: John R. Curtis

South Carolina: Jeff Duncan, Russell Fry, Nancy Mace, Ralph Norman, William R. Timmons IV

Kansas: Ron Estes, Tracey Mann

Mississippi: Mike Ezell, Michael Guest, Trent Kelly

Iowa: Randy Feenstra

Minnesota: Brad Finstad, Michelle Fischbach

Idaho: Russ Fulcher

Virginia: Bob Good, H. Morgan Griffith

Wyoming: Harriet M. Hageman

Maryland: Andy Harris

Louisiana: Clay Higgins

Pennsylvania: John Joyce, Scott Perry

West Virginia: Alexander X. Mooney

California: Tom McClintock

Kentucky: Thomas Massie

Montana: Matthew M. Rosendale Sr.

New York: Claudia Tenney

Wisconsin: Thomas P. Tiffany, Derrick Van Orden

New Jersey: Jefferson Van Drew

Alabama: Barry Moore, Gary J. Palmer

Arkansas: Bruce Westerman

Why is this important to me? I would have been out of a job. Government contractors would rather cut you and rehire you for less pay or benefits. Also, if I miss 1 or 2 paychecks I will be homeless.

[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

I think I recalled you saying this was your fave on his latest album 👀 so this one please! 🥰

Hey so I have NO idea where this came from but here it is!

pairing. Irish Mobster!Andy x Reader

wc. ~1400

warnings. Talks of violence, mention of abuse toward reader (not from Andy, abusive ex!Ransom, guns

Thank you so much miss @cocoamoonmalfoy I hope you like it!

The bar was certainly old. The wood paneling had a lifetime of lover’s initials carved in its wood. The red leather padding on the seats cushioned you as you settled in the corner booth, making sure you could keep an eye on the door. Cigarette smoke left a heavy haze over the place, clouding your vision and making you cough at the smell. Probably the last bar in Massachusetts you could smoke in. But the man you were looking for was here, at The Black Rose.

Andrew Barber.  

A waitress came over asking if you wanted a drink. Normally when you drank, it had been fun fruity cocktails with your girl friends. At least until you started dating Ransom. Then you didn’t go much of anywhere. He’s why you were here tonight.

You ordered a rum and coke, figuring that was a standard anywhere, and settled in as much as you could. Not that you had long to wait.

“Well well well… who might you be?” A low voice purred with the hint of an Irish brogue to it. You turned and swallowed as you took him in. Tall, was the glaringly obvious term. So tall you had to crane your neck to meet his eyes and found there were an intense shade of stormy grey. Not many were brave or dumb enough to look him in the eye. You weren’t sure which category you fell into. 

He wore a black peacoat over a navy-blue button up; the top buttons open to reveal the Celtic knot tattoo on his collar bone. You were sure there was even more drawings and designs all over, judging by the designs on his hands, highlighting the silver rings he wore. Including a Claddagh ring. It was similar to the one on your right hand, pointed inward to show you were taken.

Ransom had ripped it off your hand himself to turn it around. Nearly dislocating 3 fingers.

You finally found your voice to tell him your name and he repeated it, making you shiver. It had been a long time since you’d heard your name said so thoughtfully.  

How before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears As such an awful sound

“Are you…Mr. Barber?” you asked as he settled across from you.

“Please love, call me Andy. Now, what I can do for a little thing like yourself?” The waitress set down your rum and a coke and a whiskey in front of Andy. Even though he’d never ordered one.

“Well, uhm.  I need...” You held the drink tightly in your hands as you considered what you were genuinely about to ask him for. “I need you to take care of someone.”

Andy raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh? Is it the same person who gave you that shiner?” You touched your hand to your face gently.

That was 2 weeks ago. You’d accidentally burnt dinner. You’d thought it was healed enough that you thought you could cover it up with make up but you in Andy’s line of work, he saw enough of them to know when someone was covering it up.

“Yes.”

You took the photo of Ransom out of your purse. It had been your 3rd date; he’d taken you to a local carnival and won you a teddy bear. 3 months later he trashed the bear and called you stupid for holding on to it. “His name is Ransom Drysdale. I can give you his schedule, whatever you need. I just. I need him gone.” Andy took a long sip of his drink and leaned in close to you.

“You don’t seem like the type to want someone dead, sweetheart.”

“I’ve tried to leave him. I’ve talked to the police. But his family has money. He has connections. So, I thought. If I came to you…” You bit your lip “I don’t have a lot of money. But I have some jewelry I could pawn.” You clenched the golden locket around your neck.

“Your ma give you that?” You nodded, thinking of the woman who’d raised you by herself for 15 years. Andy smiled. “Ain’t that like them? Gifting life to us again.” His voice was low, as if you weren’t meant to here it.

He took the photo and studied it for a minute, then looked back you. There was something about his eyes. There was a burning fire behind them but a concerned sadness weighed down his face.

“He did something bad. Really bad, didn’t he?” You paused. He looked at you as if he had all the time in the world to wait for you to answer. You knew you had nothing left to lose, so you took a long sip off your drink to muster your courage.

 “A few days ago, I tried to take care of him myself. I bought a gun, figuring the next time he came at me, I could threaten him or it would be self defense. Instead, I came home and it was sitting on the table. He told me if I did something like that again.  He’d use it on me.”

Andy was silent for quite a long time and you couldn’t quite read him.

“You can keep the locket, sweetheart. Consider this a pro-bono job.” Your jaw dropped.

“But why would you do that?”  Andy looked away from you, then reached over to take your hand and you were shocked to find how warm his was.

“I’ve helped a lot of women over the years. Usually, I help them get away from assholes, get them set up in a new place with a whole new life. And I’d always take care of the ex as a bonus. But you. You went the direct route. Asked me to kill the bastard myself. You were even willing to do it yourself. You have a sense of self perseverance. and that makes you so brave and beautiful.”

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering But fighting off like all creation The absence of itself

The way Andy spoke to you made your heart feel lighter than it had in such a long time. Not chained down. Not to mention the way he stared at you as if he wanted to cherish every moment with you.

“Plus, there is something I want.” Andy said. You clenched your hands, apprehensive at words but he smirked, playfully. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I know the owner and chef of a fantastic place in the North End.”

This life lived mostly underground Unknowing either sight nor sound ‘Til reaching up for sunlight.

 You felt like Andy was holding out his hand to pull you up out of the dark place Ransom was keeping you in for so long. You couldn’t put your finger on it but Andy made you feel like you could trust him. He made you feel safe. Even if this was only the first time you’d met him.

“Deal.” Andy lifted his drink and you tapped it against his, both finishing off your drinks.

“Do you have somewhere safe to go tonight? Do you need a ride?” Andy asked, his voice full of concern. “Might I suggest you stay at my place until after tomorrow night? Then I can help arrange a safe place to stay.” Or convince you to stay longer, Andy thought to himself.

“Stay, at your place? Isn’t’ that a little bold?” your face heated up at the implications.

“Not at all, love. I’ve got plenty of bedrooms. Though mine is the comfiest.” Your voice caught in your throat And you felt the need to go splash some cold water on your face.

While you excused yourself to the restroom Andy pulled out his phone, calling Ari. His right hand.

“Hey Levinson, I need you to take Rogers and Barnes on a special assignment. I finally found that shitstain Drysdale who’s been creeping in on our area. And he put his hands on my girl.” He smiled as he thought back to how you’d made him feel when he’d seen you for the first time. Like a beautiful ray of sunshine had come into his life, but not without some thunder.

 But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be

“Get back to me when you have him. But I got some special plans, so he needs to at least be breathing. Even if it’s laboriously. In the meantime, I gotta call Vincenzo and make a reservation.”  

[xmencovered]

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IF you are watching the live votes and want a list of the Republican Representatives who aren't voting for McCarthy to see if anything's changed, here's the list. Then you can just listen for these names and see if anyone's defected to McCarthy

Rep. Andy Biggs (Ariz.)

Rep. Dan Bishop (N.C.)

Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-Colo.)

Rep.-elect Josh Brecheen (Okla.)

Rep. Michael Cloud (Texas)

Rep. Andrew Clyde (Ga.)

Rep.-elect Eli Crane (Ariz.)

Rep. Byron Donalds (Fla.)

Rep. Matt Gaetz (Fla.)

Rep. Bob Good (Va.)

Rep. Paul Gosar (Ariz.)

Rep. Andy Harris (Md.)

Rep.-elect Anna Paulina Luna (Fla.)

Rep. Mary Miller (Ill.)

Rep. Ralph Norman (S.C.)

Rep.-elect Andy Ogles (Tenn.)

Rep. Scott Perry (Pa.)

Rep. Matt Rosendale (Mont.)

Rep. Chip Roy (Texas)

Rep.-elect Keith Self (Texas)

elect means they need to be SWORN IN CAUSE THEY HAVEN'T BEEN CAUSE A SPEAKER HASN'T BEEN ELECTED

[jackstanleyroberts]

The Cast of the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise Part 2

Aloha everybody, sorry for the delay because i was starting part 2 of the storyline of the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise, but i'll be starting part 2 of the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise. What if Neve Campbell is shown up the 6th installment without pay dispute? But if you liked part 1, here's part 2 of the cast of the Extended Cut of the Scream franchise.

Synopsis: The four survivors of the Ghostface attacks & their new friends leave Woodsboro & headed to New York for a fresh start. Soon they're all about finding themselves in the fight of their lives when a another killer starts a bloody rampage & the other survivors also find themselves in a plot where nobody is safe & beyond suspicion.

Scream VI (Extended Cut) Cast:

Melissa Barrera as Sam Carpenter

Jenna Ortega as Tara Carpenter

Mason Gooding as Chad Meeks-Martin

Jasmin Savoy Brown as Mindy Meeks-Martin

Jack Roberts (me) as Terrence William "Terry" Watkins

Chosen Jacobs as Lawrence James "Larry" Watkins

Meg Donnelly as Lexi Hicks

Olivia Scott Welch as Wendy Hicks

Jacob Bertrand as William "Will" Hicks

Jackson Brundage as Frederick "Fred" Hicks

Emily Rudd as Carrie Tatum Riley-Weathers

Isabelle Fuhrman as Rebecca "Becca" Bishop

Braeden Lemasters as Matthew Bishop

Deja Monique Cruz as Laura "Lori" Sanchez

Ysa Penarejo as Miranda Rodriguez

Joshua Bassett as Connor "Cash" Conway

Joey King as Yvonne Conway

Ross Lynch as Ronald "Rory" Williams

Jade Pettyjohn as Graceland "Grace" Prescott

Emily Meade as Elena Connors

Sophia Lillis as Grace-Lynn "Gracie" Moore

Kathryn Newton as Kathleen "Kathy" Williamson

Julia Rehwald as Katherine "Katie" Jones

Melissa Collazo as Isabella "Izzy" Yales

Hayden Byerly as Damien "Dame" Yales

Akiel Julien as Malik Hubar

Karan Brar as Craig Karbar

Odessa A'zion as Susan Winters

Violett Beane as Eleanor "Ellie" Winters

Madison Davenport as Gabrielle "Gabby" Stafford

Talitha Eliana Bateman as Yolanda Preston

Gabriel Bateman as Philip "Phil" Preston

Megan Stott as Kimberly "Kim" Watson

Charlie Plummer as Samuel Johnathan "Sam" Kincaid

Katherine Langford as Jennifer Annie "Jenny" Kincaid

Rachel Zegler as Emily Jones

Annalise Basso as Andrea Lewis

Jodelle Ferland as Joanna Thompson

Rachel Fox as Angela Stewart

Mackenzie Foy as Luna Stewart

Jimmy Bennett as Andrew "Andy" Anderson

Mickeey Nguyen as Sylvester Bradford

Brandon Soo Hoo as Takahashi Bradford

Courtney Cox as Gale Weathers

Hayden Panettiere as Kirby Reed

Neve Campbell as Sidney Prescott

Joe Keery as Johnny Landry

Jack Champion as Ethan Landry

Dermot Mulroney as Wayne Bailey

Liana Liberato as Quinn Bailey

Logan Lerman as Quentin Bailey

Judah Lewis as Derek Shepherd

Brec Bassinger as Lillian "Lilly" Davis

Jessica Stroup as Riley Davis

Michael Rainey Jr. as Anthony "Anton" Mercer

Peyton Elizabeth Lee as Susie Kayoko

Havana Rose Liu as Hannah Kayoko

Devyn Nekoda as Anika Kayoko

Josh Segarra as Danny Brackett

Kiernan Shipka as Danielle "Dani" Brackett

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Ed Speleers as Alexander "Alex" Miller

Madison Iseman as Alexandra "Allie" Miller

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Roger L. Jackson as the voice of Ghostface

The storyline of this (The Extended Cut of Scream VI) is coming soon after this.

Stay Tuned!

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23 Republican Senators & 124 Congressmen signed an amicus brief to the Supreme Court asking for a 50 state ban on mifepristone, a drug safer than tylenol that is standard treatment for abortion & miscarriages, "due to safety concerns". The brief DARES to argue that banning the life saving drug would save women from 'reproductive control'. (x) These 147 people would rather have women die of sepsis than let women control their own bodies. If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

United States Senate

Lead Senator: Cindy Hyde-Smith (MS) John Barrasso (WY) Mike Braun (IN) Katie Britt (AL) Ted Budd (NC) Bill Cassidy (LA) Kevin Cramer (ND) Mike Crapo (ID) Ted Cruz (TX) Steve Daines (MT) Josh Hawley (MO) John Hoeven (ND) James Lankford (OK) Mike Lee (UT) Cynthia Lummis (WY) Roger Marshall (KS) Markwayne Mullin (OK) James Risch (ID) Marco Rubio (FL) Rich Scott (FL) John Thune (SD) Tommy Tuberville (AL) Roger Wicker (MS)

United States House of Representatives

Lead Representative: August Pfluger (TX–11) Robert Aderholt (AL–04) Mark Alford (MO–04) Rick Allen (GA–12) Jodey Arrington (TX–19) Brian Babin (TX–36) Troy Balderson (OH–12) Jim Banks (IN–03) Aaron Bean (FL–04) Cliff Bentz (OR–02) Jack Bergman (MI–01) Andy Biggs (AZ–05) Gus Bilirakis (FL–12) Dan Bishop (NC–08) Lauren Boebert (CO–03) Mike Bost (IL–12) Josh Brecheen (OK–02) Ken Buck (CO–04) Tim Burchett (TN–02) Michael Burgess, M.D. (TX–26) Eric Burlison (MO–07) Kat Cammack (FL–03) Mike Carey (OH–15) Jerry Carl (AL–01) Earl L. “Buddy” Carter (GA–01) John Carter (TX–31) Ben Cline (VA–06) Michael Cloud (TX–27) Andrew Clyde (GA–09) Mike Collins (GA–10) Elijah Crane (AZ–02) Eric A. “Rick” Crawford (AR–01) John Curtis (UT–03) Warren Davidson (OH–08) Monica De La Cruz (TX–15) Jeff Duncan (SC–03) Jake Ellzey (TX–06) Ron Estes (KS–04) Mike Ezell (MS–04) Pat Fallon (TX–04) Randy Feenstra (IA–04) Brad Finstad (MN–01) Michelle Fischbach (MN–07) Scott Fitzgerald (WI–05) Mike Flood (NE–01) Virginia Foxx (NC–05) Scott Franklin (FL–18) Russell Fry (SC–07) Russ Fulcher (ID–01) Tony Gonzales (TX–23) Bob Good (VA–05) Paul Gosar (AZ–09) Garret Graves (LA–06) Mark Green (TN–07) Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA–14) H. Morgan Griffith (VA–09) Glenn Grothman (WI–06) Michael Guest (MS–03) Harriet Hageman (WY) Andy Harris, M.D. (MD–01) Diana Harshbarger (TN–01) Kevin Hern (OK–01) Clay Higgins (LA–03) Ashley Hinson (IA–02) Erin Houchin (IN–02) Richard Hudson (NC–09) Bill Huizenga (MI–04) Bill Johnson (OH–06) Mike Johnson (LA–04) Jim Jordan (OH–04) Mike Kelly (PA–16) Trent Kelly (MS–01) Doug LaMalfa (CA–01) Doug Lamborn (CO–05) Nicholas Langworthy (NY–23) Jake LaTurner (KS–02) Debbie Lesko (AZ–08) Barry Loudermilk (GA–11) Blaine Luetkemeyer (MO–03) Tracey Mann (KS–01) Lisa McClain (MI–09) Dr. Rich McCormick (GA–06) Patrick McHenry (NC–10) Carol Miller (WV–01) Mary Miller (IL–15) Max Miller (OH–07) Cory Mills (FL–07) John Moolenar (MI–02) Alex X. Mooney (WV–02) Barry Moore (AL–02) Blake Moore (UT–01) Gregory F. Murphy, M.D. (NC–03) Troy Nehls (TX–22) Ralph Norman (SC–05) Andy Ogles (TN–05) Gary Palmer (AL–06) Bill Posey (FL–08) Guy Reschenthaler (PA–14) Mike Rogers (AL–03) John Rose (TN–06) Matthew Rosendale, Sr. (MT–02) David Rouzer (NC–07) Steve Scalise (LA–01) Keith Self (TX–03) Pete Sessions (TX–17) Adrian Smith (NE–03) Christopher H. Smith (NJ–04) Lloyd Smucker (PA–11) Pete Stauber (MN–08) Elise Stefanik (NY–21) Dale Strong (AL–05) Claudia Tenney (NY–24) Glenn Thompson (PA–15) William Timmons, IV (SC–04) Beth Van Duyne (TX–24) Tim Walberg (MI–05) Michael Waltz (FL–05) Randy Weber, Sr. (TX–14) Daniel Webster (FL–11) Brad R. Wenstrup, D.P.M. (OH–02) Bruce Westerman (AR–04) Roger Williams (TX–25) Joe Wilson (SC–02) Rudy Yakym (IN–02)

If your representatives are on this list, call them and tell their office you will be voting against them in the next election because they asked SCOTUS to throw the US medical drug system into chaos at the cost of American lives.

Help to patients who have to cross state lines to get medical care by donating to your local abortion fund here. (x)

[moviesandmania]

THE BABY IN THE BASKET (2024) Preview of British horror

The Baby in the Basket is a forthcoming British horror film focused around a convent where a grim series of events is taking place. Directed by Andy Crane and Nathan Shepka from a screenplay written by Tom Jolliffe based on a storyline by Nathan Shepka. Produced by Ewan Jessamine. Executive produced by Amie Collinson, Gary Collinson, Kevin Haldon, Andrew Hawkes, Tom Jolliffe, Shane Ryan-Reid,…

[teddy-b34r]

Headcanon: Scarecrow secretly has two kids

So Batman tracks Crane to an apartment block in downtown Gotham, since the guy broke out of Arkham for the hundredth time in a row, and once the Bat gets there, he breaks down the door and finds Scarecrow in the living room and immediately goes in for the metaphorical kill, until Crane whisper-yells

"QUIET, YOU'LL WAKE THEM"

"Wake who?"

"MY FUCKING KIDS"

Then the bedroom door opens, and to Batman's surprise, two little redhead kids come out. One girl and one boy.

Batman gives Crane this deadass look "You have kids?? You like kids???"

"Hey, I may be a total fear-obsessed maniac, but i got a soft spot for kids"

Basically, Crane had a one night stand with a random country lady five years back, the lady got pregnant and didn't want the baby so Crane agreed to take it once it was born. The babies were born, surprisingly turning out to be twins and once Crane was given custody and stuff, he named them after Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls he had growing up through foster care. Except he mostly addresses them by full names, being Annabelle and Andrew. He also gave them his old dolls. He only constantly breaks out of Arkham to continue with his crimes AND take care of his kids and at least give them a better childhood than he did. The only reason CPA hasn't found out about them is cuz Crane is insanely good at hiding them.

[kubrick06010]

The Bear Soundtrack

Season one: 

‘New Noise’ – Refused

‘Old Engine Oil’ – The Budos Band

‘Don’t Give A Damn’ – Serengeti

‘Don’t Blame Steve’ – Serengeti

‘Via Chicago’ – Wilco

‘Bulls On Parade for Orchestra’ – Walt Riberio

‘Animal’ – Pearl Jam

‘Rocco And His Brothers’ – Mi Loco Tango

‘Ajai Finale’ – Kenny Segal & Serengeti

‘Black Venom’ – The Budos Band

‘Have You Seen Me Lately?’ – Counting Crows

‘Saint Dominic’s Preview’ – Van Morrison

‘Saints’ – The Breeders

‘The Dream Is Always The Same’ – Tangerine Dream

‘In Too Deep’ – Genesis

‘Heat Not Heat’ – Serengeti

‘Oh My Heart’ – REM

‘One Fine Day’ – David Bryne & Brian Eno

‘Help Me, Rhonda’ – The Beach Boys

‘Loved By You’ – KIRBY

‘Check It Out’ – John Mellencamp

‘Wish I Was’ – Kim Deal

‘Da Doo Ron Ron’ – The Crystals

‘Sisyphus’ – Andrew Bird

‘Impossible Germany’ – Wilco

‘Call The Police’ – LCD Soundsystem

‘Beat City’ – The Flowerpot Men

‘Peace Blossom Boogy’ – The Babe Rainbow

‘Aphasia’ – The Budos Band

‘Last Train Home’ – John Mayer

‘Chicago’ – Sufjan Stevens

‘Spiders (Kidsmoke)’ – Wilco

‘Homicide’ – 999

‘Sashimi’ – Serengeti

‘Let Down’ – Radiohead

Season two: 

‘The Show Goes On’ – Bruce Hornsby & The Range

‘Handshake Drugs’ – Wilco

‘Transcendental Blues’ – Steve Earle

‘New Noise’ – Refused

‘She Drives Me Crazy’ – Fine Young Cannibals

‘Baby, I’m A Big Star Now’ – Counting Crows

‘You Are Not Alone’ – Mavis Staples

‘Strange Currencies’ – R.E.M

‘Goodbye Girl’ – Squeeze

‘Secret Teardrops’ – Martin Rev

‘Twenty Five Miles’ – Edwin Starr

‘Future Perfect’ – The Durutti Column

‘Make You Happy’ – Tommy McGee

‘I Like The Things About Me’ – Mavis Staples

‘Holiday Road’ – Lindsey Buckingham

‘I’ve Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now) [Live] – Otis Redding

‘Tezeta’ – Mulatu Astatke

‘Beneath The Surface’ – Bob Bradley & Mia Bradley

‘Welcome’ – Harmonia & Eno ‘76

‘Bastards Of Young’ – The Replacements

‘Anytime’ – Neil Finn

‘Pretty In Pink’ – The Psychedelic Furs

‘Tonight Tonight’ – Smashing Pumpkins

‘Before The Next Teardrop Falls’ – Freddy Fender

‘Can’t Hardly Wait’ – The Replacements

‘It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year’ – Andy Williams

‘All Alone on Christmas’ – Darlene Love

‘Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want To Fight Tonight)’ – Ramones

‘Got My Mind Set On You’ – George Harrison

‘The Little White Duck’ – Dorothy Olsen

‘Dominick The Donkey’ – Lou Monte

‘I Want You’ – Lindsey Buckingham

‘A Marshmallow World’ – Dean Martin

‘Something So Wrong’ – Crowded House

‘The Things We Did Last Summer’ – Dean Martin

‘The Christmas Song’ – Weezer

‘Glass Concrete & Stone’ – David Byrne

‘Diamond Diary’ – Tangerine Dream

‘Love Story (Taylor’s Version)’ – Taylor Swift

‘Lay My Love’ – Brian Eno and John Cale

‘Stop Your Sobbing’ – Pretenders

‘The Crane Wife 3’ – The Decemberists

‘The Day The World Went Away’ – Nine Inch Nails

‘New Noise’ – Refused

‘Come Back (Live)’ – Pearl Jam

‘If You Want Blood’ – AC/DC

‘Supernova’ – Liza Phair

‘Velouria’ – The Pixies

‘Vega-Tables’ – Brian Wilson

‘Spiders (Kidsmoke)’ – Wilco

‘Animal’ – Pearl Jam

‘Half A World Away’ – R.E.M

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[tacticalhimbo]

For those who can't (or don't have the time to) read the article, here is a list of all the GOP members who have voted against redirecting funds to natural disaster relief (due to the reasons above).

In BOLD and ITALICS are those from impacted states (Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee and Virginia)

House

Representative James Baird of Indiana

Representative Troy Balderson of Ohio

Representative Jim Banks of Indiana

Representative Aaron Bean of Florida

Representative Andy Biggs of Arizona

Representative Gus Bilirakis of Florida

Representative Dan Bishop of North Carolina

Representative Lauren Boebert of Colorado

Representative Mike Bost of Illinois

Representative Josh Brecheen of Oklahoma

Representative Tim Burchett of Tennessee

Representative Eric Burlison of Missouri

Representative Kat Cammack of Florida

Representative Michael Cloud of Texas

Representative Andrew Clyde of Georgia

Representative Mike Collins of Georgia

Representative Eli Crane of Arizona

Representative John Curtis of Utah

Representative Warren Davidson of Ohio

Representative Byron Donalds of Florida

Representative Jeff Duncan of South Carolina

Representative Ron Estes of Kansas

Representative Mike Ezell of Mississippi

Representative Randy Feenstra of Iowa

Representative Brad Finstad of Minnesota

Representative Michelle Fischbach of Minnesota

Representative Russell Fry of South Carolina

Representative Russ Fulcher of Idaho

Representative Matt Gaetz of Florida

Representative Tony Gonzales of Texas

Representative Bob Good of Virginia

Representative Lance Gooden of Texas

Representative Paul Gosar of Arizona

Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene of Georgia

Representative Morgan Griffith of Virginia

Representative Michael Guest of Mississippi

Representative Harriet Hageman of Wyoming

Representative Andy Harris of Maryland

Representative Clay Higgins of Louisiana

Representative Jim Jordan of Ohio

Representative John Joyce of Pennsylvania

Representative Trent Kelly of Mississippi

Representative Darin LaHood of Illinois

Representative Laurel Lee of Florida

Representative Debbie Lesko of Arizona

Representative Greg Lopez of Colorado

Representative Anna Paulina Luna of Florida

Representative Morgan Lutrell of Texas

Representative Nancy Mace of South Carolina

Representative Tracey Mann of Kansas

Representative Thomas Massie of Kentucky

Representative Tom McClintock of California

Representative Rich McCormick of Georgia

Representative Mary Miller of Illinois

Representative Max Miller of Ohio

Representative Cory Mills of Florida

Representative Alex Mooney of West Virginia

Representative Barry Moore of Alabama

Representative Nathaniel Moran of Texas

Representative Ralph Norman of South Carolina

Representative Andy Ogles of Tennessee

Representative Gary Palmer of Alabama

Representative Scott Perry of Pennsylvania

Representative Bill Posey of Florida

Representative John Rose of Tennessee

Representative Matt Rosendale of Montana

Representative Chip Roy of Texas

Representative David Schweikert of Arizona

Representative Keith Self of Texas

Representative Victoria Spartz of Indiana

Representative Claudia Tenney of New York

Representative William Timmons of South Carolina

Representative Jeff Van Drew of New Jersey

Representative Beth Van Duyne of Texas

Representative Derrick Van Orden of Wisconsin

Representative Mike Waltz of Florida

Representative Randy Weber of Texas

Representative Daniel Webster of Florida

Representative Bruce Westerman of Arkansas

Representative Roger Williams of Texas

Representative Rudy Yakym of Indiana

Senate

Senator Marsha Blackburn of Tennessee

Senator Mike Braun of Indiana

Senator Katie Britt of Alabama

Senator Ted Budd of North Carolina

Senator Mike Crapo of Idaho

Senator Deb Fischer of Nebraska

Senator Bill Hagerty of Tennessee

Senator Josh Hawley of Missouri

Senator Ron Johnson of Wisconsin

Senator Mike Lee of Utah

Senator Roger Marshall of Kansas

Senator Markwayne Mullin of Oklahoma

Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky

Senator Pete Ricketts of Nebraska

Senator James Risch of Idaho

Senator Eric Schmitt of Missouri

Senator Tim Scott of South Carolina

Senator Tommy Tuberville of Alabama

Hold them accountable. Make it known to them and their offices that you won't stand by this shit.

Remember that this is why elections outside of the Presidential are important!

Don't rely on a single figurehead to advocate for you, because they won't. Work with your community to not only save one another, but to elect people who will actually represent you and your needs.

A bunch of republicans voted AGAINST giving people hurricane relief money and are trying to blame brown people for lack of funding.

[captain-fantasy]

introduction - characters

Hello! 

For my first post, I will introduce all of the characters I will be writing for. You may send any request for any character and I’ll do my best to get it out as soon as possible! List will be updated as I learn about more characters. 

List:

Adam Driver:

Himself

Charlie Barber

Adam Sackler

Kylo Ren

Flip Zimmerman

Alexander Skarsgard:

Himself

Lukas Matsson

Andrew Garfield:

Himself

Peter Parker

Andy Samberg:

Himself

Jake Peralta

Anton Yelchin:

Pavel Chekov

Ben Barnes:

Himself

Billy Russo

Prince Caspian

The Darkling

Bo Burnham:

Himself

Brian Quinn (Impractical Jokers):

Himself

Charlie Cox:

Matt Murdock

Chris Evans:

Himself

Steve Rogers

Chris Pine:

Himself

Jim Kirk

Cillian Murphy:

Himself

Tommy Shelby

Jonathan Crane

Robert Fischer

Diego Luna:

Himself

Cassian Andor

Domhnall Gleeson

Himself

Bill Weasley

General Hux

Sam Fortner

Fabien Frankel

Himself

Ser Criston Cole

Freddie Stroma:

Adrian Chase (Vigilante)

Freddy Carter:

Kaz Brekker

Harry Potter Characters:

Cedric Diggory

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Blaise Zabini

Tom Riddle

Heath Ledger:

Himself

Joker

Patrick Verona

Henry Cavill:

Himself

Geralt

Hozier:

Himself

James McAvoy:

Himself

Charles Xavier

Lord Asriel

Jason Sudeikis:

Himself

Ted Lasso

Jeremy Allen White:

Himself

Carmen Berzatto

Lip Gallagher

Jeremy Strong:

Kendall Roy

Keanu Reeves:

Himself

John Wick

Kieran Culkin:

Roman Roy

Matthew Macfadyen:

Tom Wambsgans

Nicholas Braun:

Himself

Greg Hirsch

Paul Dano:

Himself

The Riddler

Pedro Pascal:

Himself

Dave York

Din Dijarin

Francisco Morales

Joel Miller

Rami Malek:

Himself

Ahkmenrah

Elliot Alderson

Robert Sheehan:

Himself

Klaus

Sal Vulcano (Impractical Jokers):

Himself

Tom Hiddleston:

Himself

Loki

Will Poulter:

Himself

send requests!

[midnxghtsunwrites]

“ IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT ”

PAIRING —

andy barber x black! pregnant! reader

SUMMARY —

y/n knew something was wrong the moment she woke up with blood soaked sheets and a tightness in her chest.

WARNINGS —

this imagine will contain possibly extremely triggering content such as mentions of infertility, pregnancy irregularities, loss of pregnancy ( stillborn pregnancy ) , explicit language, sadness, and possible anxiety & depression under the cut

proceed with caution, viewer discretion is advised.

IT wasn't the cool draft of breeze flowing from the vent or the soft hum of the AC that woke you up from your sleep. It wasn't Andy shifting on his side of the bed or the loftiness of your two pillows or the fact that your bonnet slid off during the night.

What made you stir was the long forgotten sensation of something running down your inner thigh — the sinking feeling in your belly. Of course, you've felt it before when you were far from pregnant and set to start your period. Usually, however, you would have a gut feeling the night before which often prompted you to wear a pad to bed.

Tonight was different.

You stuck to just panties as pajamas since pregnancy made you hot when you're supposed to be cold and cold when you're supposed to be hot.

When you switch on the lamp on your side of the bed, Andy is spurred awake by the snap of the switch and the sudden influx of light. Since he was laying flat on his back, he just turns his head to look at you with squinted eyes, still adjusting to the brightness.

He furrows his eyebrows as he takes in the look of worry on your face. He knows you well enough to see that you're freaking out internally.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He begins to sit up, "Is it the baby?"

You don't want to look. You don't want to give yourself less faith than you already have. You can't look.

You've already endured years and years of being told that you would never have a child — and the one moment of happiness you got when you found out you were pregnant with your husband's baby is being stripped away. Just like that.

"I think I'm bleeding." Your voice shakes as you speak.

Andy was always the level-headed one in the relationship. Five years of being together and three years of marriage taught you that. You've seen him through his highest highs and lowest lows — lost cases and cases that kept him up at nights. But you have never seen him so panicked at something you said.

Even though his body language screams alarm, his voice is level and calm. "Okay, let's go to the hospital. I'll call ahead."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration, "Okay." You whisper.

THE gel is cold against your stomach, shocking you into reality. You listen for the sound of your baby's heartbeat — the one that will let you know that everything is okay.

Everyone seems to be frozen as your gynecologist shifts the wand along your smooth bump. When the room is deathly silent, the only sound to be heard is your heavy exhale, Andy shakes his head, distress on his face.

"What does this..." He can't even finish his sentence. You squeeze your eyes shut. "Why can't we hear a heartbeat?"

Dr. Moore gives her patients sympathetic glances — this is the last thing she would ever wish on any woman. "I'm sorry, Andy, Y/N. It seems... Your baby doesn't have a heartbeat."

It felt like you were struck by an entire planet. Your thought maybe you didn't hear her properly. "What?"

The doctor bows her head in shame, "I am very sorry. Your baby died in utero a couple of hours ago."

Her words seem to be blocked out as you shake you head profusely. You can't breathe, you can't see, you can't even function. You felt it.

"This cannot be happening." You mumble under your breath. This doesn't feel real. Your cheeks are stained with tears at the news.

Andy is by your side, running a hand over your hair that you barely managed to pull back before you entered the hospital. He's holding back tears, but watching you break was enough for him to allow a tear to roll down his red face.

"I'm going to give you guys some time. A nurse will be in soon to discuss your options with you. I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Barber." Dr. Moore reiterates one final time before leaving you to grieve.

When she closes the door behind her, you take no time to grab on to Andy's hand and curl into him. He rests his hand on the back of your head as you sob into his shoulder.

"I know, baby. I know. I'm right here."

ANDREW was right there when the doctors induced your labor. He was right there when you had to endure a painful delivery to your baby girl. Your beautiful baby girl. He was there when you held her for the first and last time. He was there for the next week when you'd decided to stay in the hospital, needing time to come to terms with how quickly everything happened.

With just a picture of her captivating face as a memento, you guys went home. Without your baby.

You felt frozen — stuck in your mind, thinking of what it would've been like had things gone differently. You would be walking in your house with a car seat and a sleeping or babbling baby, a wide smile on your face. Andy would've been absolutely amazed at what you two had made.

Now? You don't even know how you walked out of the hospital or into the house without breaking down and getting yourself admitted into psych.

You're fixed to the threshold of the door — you couldn't move even if you wanted to, struck by a sudden wave of melancholy. All you can think of is the talks you and Andy had about your shared excitement.

"Honey." Andy's voice draws you back to earth. He's stood behind you, going through his own tide of emotions.

He couldn't even imagine the toll this is having on you.

You close your eyes and lean forward, the palms of your hands pressing against the door jamb. "I just need a minute."

"Okay." Andy nods in understanding, resorting to rubbing your back, gingerly.

Moments pass before you finally step into the house, your breathing shallow with anticipation. Andrew is close behind you, eyeing you cautiously and lovingly. He just wants to hold you, but he knows you need some time to yourself.

That's why he simply nods when you suggest that you should go take a shower and lay down.

"I'll make you some food." He tells you.

Your footsteps seem to echo against the walls seeing as you kept your shoes on. You weren't sure you had the energy to care about tracking dirt inside.

Entering the bedroom, you're overwhelmed with a surge of anger and disappointment.

The bed hadn't been touched since the night you went to the hospital and now you can see the sheet is strewn in the center of the mattress, a pool of long-since dried blood staring at you — "Fuck," You run a hand through your matted hair.

Part of you gets to scrubbing because how else would you take the nap you told Andy about? The other part wants to scrub away the reminder of that night. The panic and pure fear in your veins — in Andy's.

On your knees, sleeves rolled up, and fatigue ramming through you like a train, you attempt to wash away the painful memory. No matter how much elbow grease you put into it, the stain doesn't budge.

Thoughts flood your mind — is this a punishment? Am I getting punished for all the harmless things I've done in my life?

You press down further, sinking the springs in the mattress. The frustration is clear in your gaze — exasperated sighs escaping you. You're so caught up in your action that you don't even realize when a loud and defeated wail renders you a sobbing mess.

You don't hear Andy run up the stairs at the sound and stand at the door, eyebrows furrowed in worry and tenderness. He watches you for a second as you hunch forward and hit your hands against the bed in anger.

"I'm so sorry," You cry to no one in particular, "I should've known something or done something — I should've taken more care of you."

Tears gather in your husband's eyes as he hears your words. He wastes no time in stepping towards you and resting a hand on your shoulder. You flinch slightly, not expecting Andy to have heard you.

You can't even look at him, so disappointed and ashamed of yourself that you can't gather the courage to look your husband in the eye.

"Y/N, come here." He gently goads you to stand, his hand warm on your shoulder. When you rise to your feet, Andy pulls you into him, not caring about the snot or tears that transfer from your face to his t-shirt. He rubs a hand down your back and another over your hair and sniffles, "Don't you dare blame yourself for what happened. It wasn't your fault."

In that moment, his words meant nothing to you. They just drowned under the grief you were experiencing. It was only during the silent night when you two were laying on the couch of the living room after dumping your mattress that you realized how much his words meant to you.

With your head resting on his chest, you crane your neck up and gaze at him, watching as he stares up at the ceiling in thought.

"Andrew?" You whisper, voice cracking after hours of weeping.

He shifts his gaze to you, giving you his full attention. "Hmm?"

You take in his blue eyes which have seemed to lose its sparkle. "I love you."

He presses a sweet kiss to your lips, layered in salty tears, "I love you too."

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[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Silent Night [1]

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader (AU!A Quiet Place)

Warnings: Creatures, Blood, Stitches, Post-Apocalyptic Summary: In the town of Newton, it was silent. Everyone in the world were killed by unknown species that can hear you from miles. You’re alone in an empty town. No one was ever found during the year and you’ve gone quite crazy. Wondering in a neighborhood, you run into a survivor and he protects you from the creature lurking in the dark.

SPOOKY SCARY STORIES #DinoScaryStories2020

Join by checking out the LINK HERE! Hurry, there may be some films left to claim! First come, first serve!

Write your own story corresponding or goes to the film! Let this be an example, if you will.

Word Count: 4000+ [Yeah. I went a little crazy on this one]

Day 292

The trees began to rustle against each other down the silent road of Newton. The silence was like this for 291 days. The counting of days were important to you. It was hard to look at every day but you needed some relief that you’ve survived this long. You don’t remember how the world ended up like this. You were on your way to work before something large jumped on a large bus and killed everyone in less than 5 minutes.

You were able to drive off with the amount of distractions. Studying these alien-hybrids, they were sensitive with hearing. They could hear you from miles. The slightest squeak from a mouse, that mouse will not be alive. You claimed to have seen 3 roam around the area. Who knew if there were more outside of this country or the state.

You had no idea how to get rid of them, you just learned not to make a sound. 

No sign of people were found in the area. You were scared to be the only one. It was almost making you insane. 

Walking barefoot was something you had to do, in order to keep quiet. Your feet were torn up and dried. They were sore all the time from walking to find shelter and food. The town was not raided much since everyone had been murdered. You feared you might make the wrong step and get yourself killed.

You couldn’t bother calling anyone you knew. The towers were shut off and if you had the chance to, they would get killed by those things. You figured to leave Massachusetts to find people around. Someone outside of the state, find better shelter. 

And that’s what you were doing at this moment. Searching stores to find band aids, medicine and food. You found cans and slipped them into your bag. You had no idea how to open them without making a sound. Put a cloth over them was an idea to open it without a sound but you needed more things. Slowly you slipped the items in your bag and made sure they never made a sound even if you moved.

After raiding the store, you stepped out and made your way down the road. Passing by the courthouse that was torn from the outside. The front doors were ripped open from something trying to get in. You never saw signs of people who died. The creatures didn’t seem to leave a single part. You kept walking for the next hour, seeing the sun get lower than ever.

You needed to find a nearby neighborhood fast and get to an open door. You came across a small neighborhood and began to search the homes. You tried to open the doors softly to not make a sound. Most of the doors were locked and you needed to hurry. You came across a home that looked open. The driveway was some way to hide and find a way in quietly.

You made your way up to the driveway and heard low growling behind but it sounded a ways down the street. You turn back to see a flash of dark before a hand comes over your mouth and the force pulls you back into the side of the house.

You hear the growl and you shut up, you’re frozen in whoever’s arms you were in. The man looks over your shoulder and removes his hand from your mouth and held his index finger to his lips. Be quiet.

The creature walks down the street, its low growls rumbled in your ears like a motor from a exotic car or a large lion in a cage in hunger. Though it couldn’t see you, you were frozen under the man’s touch. His blue eyes stare at you and he slowly stands up and softly pulls you up, guiding you behind the house. He looked behind to make sure the monster was occupied with a snap of a twig down the street.

He guided you into the home and he lets you go, turning to close the door and gently clicked it closed. He turns to you and his brows raise up at you and his head tilts down. You okay?

You nod once. I’m fine. His hands raises up and you noticed his fingers twitched in signs. His brows still raised, “I’m Andrew. I’m not going to hurt you.” His hand reaches out to somewhat give you a gentle sign of ‘I’m calm and I’m friendly’. You understood Sign Language. It was something you learned in high school. Your hands lifted up and your hands bent to sign.

“I’m Y/N.”

He grins softly and raises his hands up again, his index fingers coming together. “Nice to meet you.” You look down to see his forearm. The vibrant color of red was oozing down his arm and your face drops in worry. Then your hands lift up, “You’re hurt.”

The man follows suit of your gaze and turns away to find something to wrap it. You instantly grab his arm to stop him and you slid off your bag. “Let me help you.” You sat him down on the couch and you dug through your bag and he peered inside to see the amount of medication, cans of food and supplies that were needed in his own space. 

He had gone out almost every day. Never saw someone or animals. You came in like God had sent you down. He wasn’t a man of prayer, but since this whole thing came down, he started to. You were like an angel. An angel in disguise of dirtied clothes and he knew you would have a voice like no other. When you touched his arm, he winced and grabbed your wrist to stop you. He shook his head.

Not here.

He knew a place and took your hand, guiding you into the other room. A door that might lead to a closet. But when he opens it slowly, his arm was dripping with blood, a new blood vessel bothered by your own touch and covered the dried blood from a week ago. You look down to see the basement stairs and he stepped down carefully and you followed with your bag in hand.

He motions you to close the door and so you did. The door was covered with foam, even the walls. The foam were all dirtied and probably ripped from the mattresses or things he found outside.

The room was completely covered in foam and you placed your bag on the table. Firefly lights were all around and even a radio was near where your bag was placed. You reached for it and saw the stations.

“I tried to listen for people-” You turned around and held your hand up to stop him, your eyes widen in fear by his voice. You held your other hand to your lips. His reaction was calm and he pulled his hand up to you. “Relax. Nothing can hear us down here. The foam.” You look around the room to hear anything above you two. Nothing heavy or loud growls.

Your breathing was so heavy, it was the only thing you could hear. “As I was saying. The radio is damaged but I was able to fix parts of it and I tried every station. I couldn’t hear anyone. I even tried the departments. Military,” He says. Your gaze follows the walls and your hand grazes the edge of the table.

“Is there anyone else with you?” You asked quietly as if you weren’t confident and brave enough to speak even if he told you it was okay to. His face told you the story already with the frozen look, you could see he was reliving the whole event in his mind. “No. I lost my son in a coma a year ago. My wife was killed later on.” 

“Did it get her?” You ask another.

His eyes turned away and his chest rises to take in the thin humid air of the basement. You see the blood drip down his arm and you grab your bag. “Here.” You take your bag in hand and helped him to the chair, “Sit down.” He follows your order and sat in front of you. 

“This might hurt,” You say to him. He doesn’t say anything as he watches you pull his sleeve back. A large gash in his arm, you couldn’t help but wince at the scene. “What happened?” You asked, grabbing the belt from the bag and wrapped it around his arm.

“I was in town, looking for-” You cut him off when you tighten the belt above his gash to stop the bleeding. He groans in pain. “Fuck!” He hisses. You cringe to the sight of blood gushes out. You pull something out of your bag and held it up. “Bite on this. You’re not going to feel pleasant for this.” You pull out a bottle of alcohol and he grits his teeth. “Jesus Christ.” He puts the item between his teeth and he cranes his neck back to not look down. He looks back down out of fear just as you poured it onto the wound and he shouts in pain, his other hand slamming onto the armrest. 

“Are you a doctor?” He asks, after spitting out the object in his mouth. His chest heaves up and down. Your brows furrowed into a focusing stare, “Medical Academy in high school. Felt like Dr. Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy.” Andrew chuckles, breathlessly till you cut him off again by adding your skills onto his wound. You stitched it up, patched it and wrapped it tight but enough to let the blood flow through his body again.

“Try not to use it,” You warn nonchalantly. He nods once and rolls his bloodied sleeve down, “I’ll try not to.” You were calm around him throughout the rest of the day. The creature didn’t seem to roam the neighborhood but he had been staying in the basement ever since.

“I guess I tend to snore very loud,” He jokes, making you smile at the least. The first night you stayed with him, it wasn’t too uncomfortable. You believed it was the best sleep you’ve had for a long time. You never worried about how loud you were. Your brain was the loudest of it all. It made so much noise of static, you tossed and turned. 

It was Day 304. Almost two weeks with Andrew had never been more comforting than it was alone. Without a doubt, you felt his hand come to contact with your back. But in your head you didn’t think of it. You were sure your mind was making up some kind of comfort. But it was Andrew. 

That morning you were packing your things in your backpack. Andrew shift awake and saw you. “Where you going?” He asks with what was his hoarse voice. Your backpack swung on your shoulders and you paused for a beat. “I need to go. Look for supplies for your arm.”

His eyes glance at his arm that was seeping a bit with his blood so the man grunts, sitting up. “His head hung, “If you’re going I’m coming with you.”

There was no reason to argue with him. Even if you did, it would be you two quietly arguing back and forth. You waited for him to get himself ready. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you noticed how dirty his shirt was covered in. The sweat collecting on his forehead already from the basement heat. He nods to encourage you both to head up and officially become silent as a mouse. 

Andrew was the first to step out into the neighborhood. He made sure nothing was around and he held his hand out to motion you forward. Once you met at his side, his hands lifted up, brows raised up. “Town is down the street. Might be a good idea to go.” You nodded on where he pointed.

He points again, “Cold Spring Park is not far.” He motions you to follow him and so you did. You both were barefoot. Feet dirtied, bruised and cut from the journeys you took to get yourself here. His weren’t as bad as yours. You both walked onto a trail with the large sign, Cold Spring Park. You weren’t familiar with it but Andrew always made eye contact with the creek in the park. 

The trail ended and there were schools, homes and supermarkets. Cars were impacted either with each other or into poles and stores. Andrew’s eyes were squinted to look upon the street ahead. It was silent. You held tightly onto your backpack straps and felt his hand latch onto your shoulder and pointed to the open store. You both walked over there and he points to the shattered glass. Watch your step.

He was the first to enter through the shattered window and he turns to you, holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and watched your step as he somewhat carried you in. You both took foot into the store and saw a bit of what remained in the store. Andrew glances over to you and points at one of the aisles. I’ll head down this one.

You nod at him and went your own way down the other. Searching what was left, you picked things up from the shelf and then checked their dates or read what they could do to help you and your partner. Canned foods were found along the shelves and they weren’t things you liked but they had to be something. Looking over the shelves, Andrew was not in your sight. Your brows furrowed, you couldn’t call out for his name. You watched your step as you tried to make your way to the end of the aisle. 

Just as you got to the end, you jump to the sight of him almost lunging at you. Your breath was caught in your throat as he holds his hand up to you. Then he puts it to his chest in a fist, “Sorry.” The sincere look on his face was believable so you continued your way to the back of the store. Andrew makes his way to the back of the room, entering another room for employees only as you scanned the shelves of small debris and rotting food that were probably scavenged days ago. 

You find more medical supplies that were remaining and then you felt Andrew tap your shoulder. You turned and your eyes look down to the large shotgun in his hands, your eyes widen and the pair look back up to him, shockingly. His head tilts and his face drops, shaking his head. You mouthed, “No.”

He turns you around so he could slip the shotgun into your bag, it stuck out of the bag but he managed to get it to fit. He then lifts up his hands, brows raised up to reason with you, “Not loaded. For our safety.”

Your hands lift up, brows furrowed in fear to show him how nervous you were, “How would it help?” Andrew pauses for a moment and your head tilts to the side. He sighs softly, “It will help. Trust me. There are still people out there.” You couldn’t argue further because he did have some points in his reasoning. You never saw people when you walked around town, but if you and Andrew were both still alive, there was a sign others would be out there.

And they don’t plan on trusting others on their team.

That day, the sun was slowly coming down. And Andrew insisted on taking the trail again, before you two went down that road, you looked into a car to find things. The doors were open, glass were all on the floor and on the chairs. Blood stained the seats and the keys still remained in the ignition. Andrew watched your back as you did this, you slowly opened the glovebox and found a small music player. 

It was still in good condition. The earbuds were attached and you thought about it. You took them. It wasn’t useful, but it would be something to calm you in your sleep. Andrew never minded what you were doing and you walked back to the basement with him. It was quiet throughout your walk. Dumbfounded at yourself, you had to. You had to keep your thoughts of questions memorized throughout the walk back.

Caught a couple snap of twigs in the forest but they never triggered any other species around. 

Andrew let you go first down the stairs and followed behind, closing the door. Once you both stood in the basement, Andrew goes for the shotgun first. You slightly gasped, “Be careful with that, Andrew.” He pauses for a moment and lays it on the table, “I will. Trust me. This could do us some good.”

“But it can draw attention.”

Andrew ignores your last comment and pulls the shells for the gun on the table. You continued to pull out the medical supplies, “I’m gonna need to replace your bandage,” You say. Andrew doesn’t fight you back to say I’m fine. He sits down and you put his arm in your lap and unraveled the bandage. “Andy.”

You peer up at him, his eyes watched your hands carefully till they meet yours. “Not many call me Andrew. If it’s better, you can call me Andy.” You grin softly and shook your head. “They’re both two syllables. Nothing too different about them.” Andy grins and watches as you peeled the used patch off, revealing the ruined skin.

Andy hissed a bit as you cleaned the blood around it, the skin that was stitched together was evident like a large vein. You cleaned it enough to finish it off by patching it again. “I would’ve died from bleeding or an infection if you weren’t here.” You grinned softly at that and lifted your head up at him. “I guess we’re both lucky.” His stare on you was longer than you expected.

Once you wrapped his arm, you looked up to him. His blue eyes searched for some spark in your eyes, shifting from your left to your right. Then when his eyes landed on your lips for a split second. You knew what was going to happen. Your head turns, inhaling softly, “We should head to bed.”

He didn’t show any signs of embarrassment. He could only nod and sigh, “Yeah. We should. We can go out. Look for some things out there. Useful to us.” He began to get comfortable on the one bed he had and shared with you. You two always stayed apart and you thought to ease your nightmares, toss and turns, you took out the music player you had. 

Surely the creatures could not hear the music, you hoped it had good songs. Calming and safe songs. You got into bed and turned your back to Andy, facing the wall. You felt him pull the covers over you and turned away like you did. Back-to-back as usual. The heat in the basement wasn’t good for you. The music played and you slipped the buds into your ears and found the songs calming.

Your mind going to the places where this wasn’t happening. Where you had a nice family, friends and a good job. At that moment, you stayed up for hours, going over those memories. You sighed softly and turned onto your other side and your eyes opened slowly to see Andy facing you. His eyes were closed but he looked tensed like you were. Nervousness. Fear. His eyes opened to feel your gaze and he sees you looking at him for an answer. Neither of you had one.

You didn’t know what to say.

Roslyn by Bon Iver played on a loop. You took the idea and slipped one of the buds out of your ears and handed it to him. His eyes followed your hand and took it, not hesitating to put it in his ear, curiously wondering what you were listening to. Once he did, you could feel his shoulders relax in that moment. He sees your eyes close to listen to the soft music play in your ears. His grin softly lifted but it dropped slowly. 

Eyes opening to look at him, his lips parted to say something. He felt more embarrassed to sit there dumbfounded till his body lifts up and your back turns to lay flat on the mattress as Andy head hovers over yours and his lips crash onto yours. The music still playing in your guys’ ears, you kissed back. His hand gently on your hip. His other arm resting near your head, your head tilts to deepen the kiss and Andy sighs on your lips when your hand tugs his jeans.

Day 315

The next weeks, you and Andy tried to stay alive. You cut your proportions on canned food. Shared a can a day. The markets here weren’t stocked as much as you two hoped. Your cans were stack on stack but they seem to get lower every week. It worried you but traveling around wasn’t much. When you do go out, Andy makes sure he grabs the shotgun, loaded. 

Never once you ran into someone else. It would be some relief for someone to be alive but the fear of them being the enemy. Andy’s arm had began to heal, you made sure no infections were forming. It was a sign of relief. The creatures were never caught near you, yet. Not one of you had made the mistake of making noise.

Andy held the gun tightly to his chest like a man in war. He stood behind you at all times, keeping your back covered as he watched every turn. That endeavor between you and Andy. It became a usual thing. He became more protective than you expected. Nights where he made you forget at times. Nights where you both listened to music. Danced to the slow songs. 

It was something you thought was official. Nowhere to turn. You both had nowhere to run off to. So why leave each other?

You see Andy point to the store, he puts the gun under his arm and his hands lift up, “I’ll be in there, wait here.” He goes in the small store and you looked around to see a car. The doors were all open. Making your way over to the vehicle, you searched every crevice. Newspapers. Keys. Toys. Junk food. You made your way to the passenger side and opened the glovebox. 

Your eyes widen to see something heavy fall from the glovebox and you went to reach for it. And your foot steps on a toy.

“Let’s count to ten!” The toy cheerfully says.

Your heart drops.

“One…” You look around the street to not see anything come just yet. 

“Two…” Your breathing is what you hear. Heart banging against your chest like a bass drum.

“Three…” You’re losing your own hearing, frozen on the spot. “Four…” Tears began to form your eyes. This is it. “Five…” This is it. “Six…” 

This is how you’re going to die. “Seven…” You could hear the birds fly in the sky by something disturbing their rest in the trees. “Eight…” You feel someone pull you away. “Nine…” You hear a loud growl and your hearing comes back. “Ten!” Andy has your hand locked in his. He ducks when the creature crashes into the car where you were at and Andy shoves you to the side. 

“Fantastic!” The toy shouts, leaving it off with a short melody and then stops. You’re 8 feet away from where Andy laid. Both of you stumbled on the ground and the creature’s head turns. The layers on its face peels open like scabs of its skin. The loud purring sound made you hold your breath. Andy has his gun pointed at the creature, ready to blow its head off. 

You’re mentally screaming at him not to. You’ve seen the military take on these things on the news. Their armor is strong. He has no chance. Andy finally looks over to you and he sees you shake your head. His eyes are soft towards as his mouths his last words.

“Run.”

You turn back to the creature and see it walk towards Andy but doesn’t sense him yet. You’re panicking, mind thinking of a plan. Scream. Distract him from Andy. Throw something. You both have the chance. But no better route to escape from. The gun was an option but the armor was going to be a bad idea. Your eyes land on the car keys on the ground. You look over to Andy and he’s completely on his back, gun just a feet away from the creatures face. Its drool landing on Andy’s shirt and staining. He could smell the rot in its breath.

The rumbling sound of its purring felt like thunder. His grip tightens on the gun. Andy’s waiting to do it. 

You grit your teeth.

That will not be your last word, Andy. You push the alarm button on the keys and the car alarm goes off. The creature’s skin lifts up to hear for a split second till Andy fires the shotgun. The creature lunges up and collapses to the side, legs twitching near Andy as he scoots back and you stop the car alarm. Andy stands up and runs over to you. Taking your arm, he drags you both to the alley way. You knew you drew in more of those things by the loud alarm sound.

Andy limping on his foot, he manages to get you guys back home without another scratch. His foot had been aching and you didn’t let him sit down once you got to the porch. You instantly brought him into a hug, letting out a huff of relief. His arm wraps around you securely as he grins softly. 

You pull away and cup his cheek, eyes of worry. He nods with a soft grin. I’m okay. His hand comes up to your cheek, brushing the tear away from yours. 

We’re okay.

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