#WITH ANDRE AND FUCKIN

[justa-smalltown-gargoyle]

If I had a nickel for every time Eric Kripke created a show where accidentally two “straight” male characters had a crazy amount of tension and chemistry but they tried to pass it off as just dudes being pals I’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Professor Henry Jarrod -

House of Wax (1953) dir. Andre De Toth

[alitan99]

As per @wisecrackingeric-2 ‘s instruction, I am HAPPY TO SHARE MY CAMEO VIDEO FROM ANDRE PEÑA. LLUIS CAN SING YALL HERES THE PROOF. ENJOY

[kuberish]

My silly Warlock boy Yaten. He's so much more different from the DnD version that previously drew. His canon version is so full of himself :')

Which is why Andre is taking out the trash. Shouldn't have stolen any of his books :V

[pigeonrocks]

andre nitko. in the flesh or rather the.... uh.... whatever hes got on.

[hopeymchope]

Let's say — hypothetically — someone DOES NOT want to support Netflix, but DOES want to watch some of their stand-up comedy specials.

.............

Like, is there a cure for that?

I've heard about resources for lots of different kinds of streaming content. Movies, anime, TV series, whatever. It's crazy how much y'all have found out there on the webz.

Never seen ANY resource like those for stand-up comedy, though. Which is interesting.

[bosspigeon]

i just googled how much blood the average human could lose without being in mortal peril without immediate medical assistance and also how much liquid the average human can drink at once without issue and i think it's safe to say that Moss's 7'3" 500+lb ass can let his lil vampire twink have as big of a sippy sip as he likes without needing more than a snack and a nap afterwards 😤

[crqstalite]

halsin im coming for your dumbass

[chocoplagg]

For that reason I really, REALLY hate Collusion and Revolution.

Dude, what's that stupid "I'll renounce my daughter because she is a bratty evil person, even if it's in part MY fault because I spoiled her every time"?!

And it's not helpful the Chris Chan moment on Revolution with the stupid "teenager being the mayor", just to treat Chloe as Hitler.

As a person with a dysfunctional family, I felt insulted with her treatment.

It's honestly awful what happened to her. I know she isn't a good person but nobody deserves to be disowned by their parents especially when their the reason why Chloe is like that .

Whats upsetting me more is the comments under this post .

[slimmestofshady]

Bad Habits Kill You- pt2

Warnings: Domestic violence (not between you and marsh), mentions of cheating, drug dealing, drug use, mentions of cocaine, guns.

The winter light of the morning peered in through the raggedy shades as you poured the last of the pancake mix into the bowl. Ellie was coloring still in her pajamas with messy hair, the last page of her book, soon you’d have to find something else to occupy her.

Sara bounced joyfully in her play pen, having an adoring smile spread across her innocent face, she was going to be heartbreaker when she grew up that was for sure.

Somehow, same way you were safe for another month from being thrown out on the streets. Marshall brought in two months worth of rent in a week. You hadn’t asked where he’s gotten it from nor did you want to know the answer so long as trouble wasn’t coming around the house and your girls were safe.

The phone ringing reeled you from your thoughts as you set down Ellie’s plate, kissing her on her forehead, mentioning to eat up before picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey it’s me..” Fuck, Marshall would kill you right now if he was here, Andre seemed to only fuel his anger. He typically wasn’t a jealous man, but perhaps he was because Andre had his shit together, his business was flourishing and maybe it was a bit odd that he kept you around with how much you had to call off or leave work early.

“I told you, you can’t call here anymore.” You released a breath if relief that he at least called the house phone before the cell you shared with Marshall, surely he would have called by now had Andre called the phone.

“I just wanted to check in, see if you or the girls needed anything, is that so bad? Besides how am i supposed to get ahold of you for extra hours?” Well no it wasn’t so bad, but in Marshall’s eyes it was. Andre was just a man trying to help and that hurt Marshall’s pride, he had never made a move on you personally, regardless of the nice comment he made to Ellie about you. Marshall didn’t need help from another dude, he didn’t want it, he didn’t want help from no one because he knew how it was. People will always want something in return cause of favor, that’s just how this town worked and he wanted no part of it if it meant a threat to his kids. He may be broke but there was another part to Andre he could see that you didn’t.

“Mommy who is that?” Ellie was always so curious as to what was going on around her, not that you blamed her there wasn’t much for her to do around the house anymore.

“Just talking to an old friend baby.” 

Meanwhile Marshall was on the outskirts of town, cig hanging from his lips while his arms crossed waiting on the dude to fuckin show up.

Glancing down at the barely charged phone, the guy still had 5 minutes.

When a conspicuous black car rolled up, Marshall was immediately on edge. That bitch was expensive and aint nobody in this town could afford some shit like that.

When the man rolled down the window he sighed before huffing and puffing.

“What the fuck took you so long bro? I’m out here freezin my fuckin balls off man!” The guy chuckled before getting out of his car. He was an old classmate of Marshall’s but heard about the trouble going around the block near his house. 

“You got what I asked for?” 

“Man, stop playin you know I always gotchu.” They both scanned out the area to ensure no one was around before Charles nodded off toward the car.

Typically he didn’t do this, but with the events at the house, Andre tryna steal his girl and the break in, he had to do something, even if it wasn’t necessarily right.

“Yo you still usin?” This question alone, especially coming out of left field made Marshall suspicious, he didn’t like sharing his shit around town, the less people knew about him the better.

“Depends, who wanna know?”

“Chill man, shit.” He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a little baggy filled with white power.

“I know it ain’t your usual but here take this, it’ll take the edge off and keep you awake to watch yo baby girl, I know you care for her man.” He was hesitant at first, not having tried coke yet but he succumbed to his bad thoughts swiping the bag from the guy and pushing it deep into pant pocket.

He nodded off as a thanks, watching the man get back in his expensive ass car, shit he could only dream about.

Marshall walked through the door, smiling softly at the scene of you and Ellie fast asleep peacefully on the sofa covered in a blanket. Sara was up bouncing around, he was shocked she wasn’t crying or anything hut boy did her smile light up when she saw her daddy. 

He stepped around the creaks on the floor board carefully, setting down an envelope of cash down on the table before swooping up his baby girl delicately.

“Daddy’s here…” He patted Sara on the back softly, pecking her forehead repeatedly.

Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, reminding Marshall of why he did what he did. She made all the bad days worth it, she was just a piece of the boulder that was his family to keep him sane.

He walked around the room with her, eventually settling in her nursery, pulling out old photos of when your relationship was flourishing. Pointing Sara to herself in each photo. A couple shots of when she was first born in the hospital, Marshall remembering how happy you both were welcoming baby number two into the world.

Another portrait of this past christmas and her big blue eyes wide while she examined one of the stuffed rabbits you got her, her tiny hands grasping at the animal before whimpering.

He sniffed her bum seeing if she needed change but no, perhaps hungry.

Walking into the kitchen he took out the last baby bottle of milk, eventually sitting down on the recliner and reaching for a bib to place below the small of her chin. The room was quiet leaving Marshall alone with his thoughts once again. His eyes settling on your unconscious figure, holding Ellie closely to your chest, the scene washing guilt over him like a hurricane, knowing that he had lied and wasn’t planning on going back to rehab anytime soon. The questions were soon to come about where the cash was coming from and why he wasn’t attending meetings. His focus was on his kids, minimum wage jobs wouldn’t pay shit and he wasn’t about to work in a factory and risk having Andre babysit again, the man’s name fuels every fiber of hatred in his body. His goal was to protect his girls, his woman, that was it but shit there had to be some give in this vicious cycle he was putting himself through.

A knock at the door startled him from his thoughts, jolting you awake while Ellie stirred in her sleep. 

“Who’s at the door?” Your voice was as quiet as a mouse, Marshall passing you Sara in the process as he got up, looking through the shattered window from a fight he had with a guy on the block that went too far.

Looking through the peephole he was blindsided by the sight of his mom and her boyfriend, telling you to stay inside before closing the door softly.

“What I can’t come inside?” He tucked his hands in his pockets, not in the mood for any shit as he shook his head staring blankly at the woman who made him.

“Not with him you ain’t. When’s break up number seven, next week?” She rolled her eyes in response but still smiling softly, her boyfriend on the other hand already on edge. They’d never gotten along and they never will, Marshall still blamed him for being the reason his ma got into drugs. 

“My little rabbit, so full of testosterone. I just came to bring Ellie and Sara their presents, is that so bad?” If she stole them yeah it was, he had enough shit going on here he didn’t want to add more to the list. Instead of arguing with her, he grabbed the bag from her hand, checking the gifts for any pricetags or names on them but not finding anything.

“I told you I’m better now.” She looked back at her boyfriend who was staring off into the distance, kicking rocks and broken pieces of glass around.

Peaking through the window, you saw her taking a seat on the step. Glancing down at Sara who was falling asleep against your chest, you quickly but quietly put her down in her crib before swinging the door open, scaring her up from the wooden step, causing her to drop her cigarette in the process.

“I have two sleeping girls in here so if you are here to start shit, respectfully, please leave. I-“

“I’m handling it aight? Go back inside.” You shot daggers at Marshall before ignoring his request and coming out the door with your hands at your hips unimpressed at her bold attempt to think she could reconcile.

“Y/N, I was just bringing them their gifts, that’s it.”

“What nearly two months past?” She knew there was no getting on your good side after everything that happened when you were pregnant with Sara.

Marshall wanted to hear his mother out but at the same time was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He hadn’t forgotten about her actions and would never forgive her for that but he just wanted to keep the peace for right now. He held his ground asking her to leave once more when no further words were exchanged between you, that was when her boyfriend Carl stepped in, as if he were in a position too.

“Look, don’t act like you two are perfect people or perfect parents. People fuck up, who would no more about fuck ups than you Marshall right? That’s why your kid’s such a fuckin spoiled brat, why you living in a broke down trailer and workin the block right?” Marshall didn’t notice your questioning expression, instead pushing past his mom and grasping at his hoodie, tackling him to the ground before throwing a ruthless punch. Carl missing the second hit and slapping him across the face. You and his mom rushed over to break up the fight but they were stronger than both of you put together.

The low life, waste of space grasped at Marshall’s collar both of them grunting and yelling before he pushed him through the door, Marshall’s back hitting the old, raggedy carpet jolting your kids awake.

“Get off of him!” You yanked at Carl’s collar and his natural response regardless of you gender was to swing back at you, only for that to be the tipping point of Marshall playing nice.

He forced his head up nudging into Carl’s forehead roughly before taking back control, straddling his mother’s boyfriend and punching into his face relentlessly.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on my fucking girl!” Finally pulling Marshall off of him, Carl stood up hastily, grasping his jaw and wiping at the blood on his face.

“C’mon, let’s go..” Carl didn’t move still shooting daggers at Marshall as his heavy ragged breaths  and bloody nosy made it obvious who won this fight.  With eyebrows raised and crossing your arms, irritation set in as you were exactly right somehow, someway this would turn into trouble, it always has when it came to those two.

“Whatever, enjoy your fuckin miserable life with your two bastards and whore of a girlfriend. I’m sure she’d let me tap that anytime, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He winked at you, Marshall jolting forward to hit him again but your hands rested on his shoulder pulling him back to reality.

“This isn’t worth it, he isn’t worth it baby..” The elephant in the room became obvious to his mother, knowing that now it was best to leave. Nothing was improving and Carl was trying to be a better man but all her little rabbit did was antagonize him in her eyes.

When they finally left and the door closed, the screen fell off the hinge, yet another thing to repair, just what you needed.

Marshall was hit with a wave of emotions when he saw his little girl cowering under the table, tears rushing down her heated cheeks while she covered her ears from the fighting.

He got down to her level on his hands and knees, softening his facial features to ensure her he meant no harm and the fighting was done.

“Baby c’mere. They’re gone, it’s alright, it’s okay.” Her little bottom lip quivered, her body shaking from the frightening scene. Her daddy was scary when he was mad but he’d never, ever lay a hand on her. After a moment she slowly crawled over to him, grasping at his shirt while she continued to weep into the crook of his neck.

You rushed to a screaming and crying Sara, cradling her close to your chest while your hand rubbed soothing, delicate circles into her little back, cooing endless reassurances that her mommy was here and everything was okay now.

You and Marshall exchanged a look of grief and sorrow mixed with a hint of aggravation that it was the same old shit on a different day. Were your girls ever going to grow up without the chaos and the hurdles life seemed to hit you with repeatedly.

This wasn’t the right time to discuss your relationship problems at the moment, instead setting the bullshit aside and focusing on your girls.

After getting them settled, Marshall walked to the corner store, picking up some dino nuggets and orange juice for their dinner, finally getting them to relax.

Once Ellie was occupied nearly crashing on the couch, you noticed Marshall still sitting at the kitchen table with his headphones on and a paper and pen in hand, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander about the money situation, how was he bringing it in without a job? Carl’s comment lingered in your mind but you took what the guy said with a grain of salt. No. It had to be something else.

Where was it coming from? Granted earlier in the day you were determined to leave the conversation alone, but it needed to be had soon.

Picking Ellie up carefully, you placed her in the bed in your room, still nervous about allowing her to sleep in her own room since her belongings were stolen.

As you passed by him with her tired head resting on your shoulder, you tapped him on the shoulder jolting him from his thoughts. You simply nodded toward the bedroom, indicating you were gonna try to get some shut eye since you had a double tomorrow due to work being slow and not needing you today.

A few hours later he waited until you were asleep, getting off the mattress lightly to not wake you or Ellie, kissing her on the head caringly before heading outside to the car. Checking his surroundings, he huffed grabbing the shiny black object Charles lent him from the glovebox.

Looking around once more, he tucked it into the pocket of his hoodie. He stayed in the drivers seat lighting a cigarette as his hands were shaking from how long he’d gone without any drugs.

Grasping the baggie, he stared at the white powder in the streetlight shining through the windshield, the glow of it’s threatening presence merely urging him to do it right here right now.

Opening it up, he spread the thin powder into a line on the center console, reverting to a old receipt on the floorboard as a way to snort it, he didn’t wanna risk getting it on the cash he was going to give the landlord.

The instant rush of euphoria and energy taking him by surprise, leaving him nearly breathless.

He found himself just starinf blanklessly out the windshield, watching a stray cat run across the street before shaking his head and going back inside before you woke up and wondered where he was.

Before he layed back down, he hid the gun underneath the mattress before resorting back to the table after finding it difficult to even think about sleeping with the new found surge of energy.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

The 2 men were falsely accused and already spent several years behind bars. But it wasn't until the 2 senior partner of the 2 biggest firm in the city stepped in to took the case pro-bono to correct the mistake and set them free that they have a real shot for freedom.

After the case faded away from the public attention with their acquittal several months later, they're invited to the summer home of one of the partner in Florida. The partners then revealed that their representation came with....an interest. Right at that moment, the 2 acquitted felon started to drowse off from the spiked drink. Both partner just smirked triumphantly as they started to get naked which also became the two acquitted men's last vision before everything turned dark

"You look so fuckin' hot, Chen" said Nathaniel Miller from Miller, Guelph & Rosey currently donning the weathered and taut skin of DeMarcus Johnson as he sauntered his "partner in crime" for a long, loving kiss

Julius Chen, from the law firm Avery, Chen & Pederssen reciprocated the kiss as he expertly uses his now much-bigger tongue to dominate the exchanges. Andre Stevens Chen's much bigger body and cock quickly asserted that he's the dominant one in this instance, and both of them happily embraced their respective role

"Bro, bet that lips must've tasted some dick before, you ain't fooling anyone,"

"Took some of them willingly and ate some pigs too to gain infos and shit, but I still loved yours the most, bro," DeMarcus said, slightly unconvincingly but it still did the damage as Andre's massive 8.5 incher slowly yet surely lengthened to its mind-boggling 10.5 inches full-potential, probably turned on with the roleplay and fake backstory that DeMarcus just dropped along their kisses.

As Andre then pierced through DeMarcus sloppy hole with the help of the water, he yelped in absolute delight while Chief Police Officer Matthew Hornet jacked his own assistant's dick off furiously while peeking through one of the window as his mind wandered on how that tall, Chinese-American senior partner really embodied Andre and gave him that exact same sensation just hour before this.

Yes he should've been more worried about his department's public approval but well, people will eventually move on to other new cases or things so nothing to really worry about to continue working in cahoot with these two scumbags and other partners with the same kink in the search of the next hot bodies to target for some made-up charges or false imprisonment. As long as it means that they can toy around with those defendant bodies in the end, this is an acceptable risk to endure. After all, no matter how innocent these dudes are, they looked like they at least did some petty crimes or something, just like what he submitted as the next target. These two tattooed brother looking hella intimidating, they must be up for some crimes and cannot be all straight A citizen, especially the one with face tats lol, just need to mess around with the jury a bit and everyone will see him as if he's some kind of monster. Fuck, imagine getting railed by them......

[v0dk4-f31n]

YOOOOOO LIGHT YAGAMI????

ah time to watch my favorite movie wait what the fuc

[andre-and-cal]

Caldre Headcanons

#2 || Features they love about each other.

However far away, I will always love you



Andre Kriegman

Andre loooves Cal’s hair and lips.

With the scene where they’re burning all their prized possessions before Zero Day, Andre essentially describes Calvin as a pretty boy,, so I think it’s safe to assume he was flirting with him by playing it off as a joke.

He frequently finds himself playing with Cal’s blond hair when he rests on his shoulder, or when he and Cal are cuddling. He never admits it, but he admires how Calvin’s blond hair frames his face and how it accentuates his blue eyes. He can’t get enough of it, and he tries to get him to pull it back into a small bun. He secretly wants him to grow it out a little longer as well.

He steals glances at him and gets defensive when Cal catches him.

Andre also enjoys how kissable Cal’s lips are, and he likes when he smiles at him because he believes he’s happy.

Andre thinks Cal’s eyes are so fuckin’ pretty.

Calvin Gabriel

Calvin adores Andre’s eyes and smile.

I think Calvin is always trying to make Andre laugh, because Cal isn’t happy with himself inside. Which is pretty self-explanatory with his inward rage and depression. And so his only reason to keep going is by seeing Andre’s smile or hearing his laugh. He wants to make Andre happy because it makes him happy.

He thinks Andre’s smile is the most precious aspect about him, alongside his eyes. Cal absolutely endears him and tells him to smile or makes jokes whenever they’re recording for the Zero Day tapes.

Andre’s smile makes Calvin smile.

Cal sees Andre as having “big, brown eyes”. He tries to call him starry-eyed both jokingly and seriously, but Andre gets bashful and annoyed.

He gets lost in Andre’s eyes and is entranced by them.

Andre and Cal

If in a universe where they both cut, they both cherish each other’s scars. They started cutting together, with Calvin coercing him into doing so even though Andre was initially reluctant and slightly horrified by/against the idea. But he ended up strangely liking it.

Off topic, but Cal and Andre enjoy holding each other’s hands because they’re afraid that if they let go, that the other will somehow disappear.

[crqstalite]

anyone who says andromeda is 'painfully unfunny' did not play this game all the way through or does not have a sense of humor. sorry, not sorry lmao

[gwynfahr]

Like for real, I want theeeeeeem

they’re so loud byeeeeee 😭😭😭