#Andrew Reid

[huntingtonnow]

'Misfit Island' Display Raises $16,000 for Ronald McDonald House

An East Northport teen who turned a holiday display into a fundraiser, presented a check Wednesday for $16,023.20 to  Ronald McDonald House Charities. Andrew Reid, 19, transformed his family’s East Northport home into a holiday lighted winter wonderland with over 500 restored holiday decorations, and collected donations from visitors to the show featuring more than 500 holiday decorations. He…

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[3wishesgenie]

Mean!Cowboy who you happen to meet one day at a bar with your friends.

Mean!Cowboy who buys you a drink while your already tipping out of your seat

Mean!Cowboy who looks at you crazy when you take his hat off his head and sit it on yours

Mean!Cowboy that you tell your friends whose taking you home for the night

Mean!Cowboy who smiles as he closes the door behind the two of you ready to give you the best ride of your life

[t1red-twilight]

me telling my four followers that i’m still alive and working on fics:

[zvdvdlvr]

tw: suicide, mourning, skipping meals, heavy topic

The day after you killed yourself, he couldn’t get up from your bed. He had gone to your apartment the moment he heard and fell asleep- wrapped around your scent- sobbing into your pillow. Your cat, George Washington, had curled himself into a ball about into the little indent in your designated untouched sleeping pillow- not purring. He only purred if you were around.

The day after you killed yourself, he didn’t get up from the bed until noon. His limbs were so heavy he didn’t really mind going to sleep and not waking up again. In fact, it was your precious baby (George Washington) that had finally got him up. Meowing and whipping his tail at the crying man’s face had succeeded in bringing him to his feet. And when he got up, he saw the sun shine on all the photographs tucked in the side of your vanity mirror- pictures of you smiling back at him with your dimple showing and your eyes squinting the way they did when you were smiling genuinely.

The day after you killed yourself, he went on a drive with George Washington because he didn’t know what else to do and going through your stuff felt like confirmation that you really… weren’t coming back. And he just wanted to believe.

He wanted to believe that if he closed his eyes long enough, he’d see the shape of you refracted by his cornea. He wanted to believe that if he played the playlist you had carefully curated for date night, he would hear you singing along with the tracks just like you always do did. He wanted to believe that, just for a minute, that he was your husband (not just your boyfriend) and he was coming home to you.

When he finally parked in the lot near your apartment, George Washington climbed into his lap. Your songs were still playing on the radio but he couldn’t turn them off.

That night he didn’t eat. Instead he got George’s food and water bowl fixed up before melting onto the couch in front of your TV. He didn’t feel hunger, no, despite the fact he hadn’t eaten anything since the day you…

It was another hour before he brought himself to look at his phone: the incessant, unending buzzing of his phone had finally cut through the murky emotion of grief and numbness and pain and anger. When he scrolled through the notifications, he could only work his thumbs to type out ‘Will call you tomorrow. I love you all.’ to your family groupchat before his vision blurred and he let his eyes close so he could dream of a future he would never have with you.

[fromtherazort0therosary]

if god didn't want me to have sinful thoughts then why did he make submisive pathetic looking men

[reidsbabyhoney]

me having 15 wips and yet i still decide to start a new one

[creativelycomplex]

Season 3 loustat reunion is gonna have Jam acting like this

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard- All for the Game by Nora Sakavic 

Evelyn Hugo/Celia St. James- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

[bethsvrse]

me when writing

[little2nerdy]

someone about the twinyards at some point

“traditionally the concept is a good twin and an evil twin. but in this case it’s evil twin, eviler twin.”

[t1red-twilight]

do people read fluff? no. do i write it anyway? u know it

[deerainy]

I can't explain why but Sam Reid and Hozier are the same people in different fonts like they give me such a similar vibe they're so wife core idk

please tell me you see it too like ik they don't look alike but their aura and energy is the same

[dilfismz]

Genuinely send me your most depraved, twisted, exciting requests…or just fluff/angst seriously I will write (mostly) ANYTHING

[starrlvr]

i love nerdy men. please talk about your interests so i can stare lovingly into your eyes.