#andrew peak

[starrmagician]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

The Princess Diaries | The Princess Diaries 2

[luvingsolace]

“Oh it was so weird that Will had a crush on Persephone in tsats that his bf’s stepmom” BOOOOORING He just found her pretty yall need to start having some fun in your life!

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

This has probably already surfaced the internet but….

[coffin-ramblings]

I've been wondering why Andrew is (seemingly solely) attracted to Ashley. While I hope episode 3 can show why he developed that, I have two theories, both that can co-occur: Everyone puts so many high expectations on Andrew as a kid because he's smart and responsible from having to take care of Ashley, do the groceries, and cook. Obviously his mom would not be happy if he doesn't meet any of her very high and age inappropriate expectations, so he's always anxious of letting people down. But Ashley always loves him no matter what, so he became attracted to her as he grew older, not able to trust others won't reject him.

My second theory is that with Andrew's need for control and having raised Ashley, he is attracted to her because he molded her to be what he needs. That voicemail video heavily implies that is the case because him calling Ashley "his piece of work" can mean she's crazy but his crazy or that he literally raised her. I also think that Andrew shaped Ashley to be so dependent on him, with his putdowns that hit her insecurities hard and possibly demonization of other men, which is both his greatest joy and regret.

[lifemod17]

i see your hozier in caps repost and raise you: hozier in beanies

he is so insanely babygirl here.

Hozier in a beanie indeed!!!

Please he's too precious

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 13

PREVIOUS

“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

 He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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[ilikethisacompletelynormalamount]

thestyle: A tease, you say? Go on, then. Coming in tomorrow's Style...a sneak peak from our exclusive Andrew Scott cover story. You're welcome

[girlsinthestars]

Every couple except the core four staying together Riverdale said if y'all can't shut up about who is endgame then no one gets to have the endgame. Confiscated.

[coff-in]

imagine Andy with uncomfortably, unreasonably big and needy endowments between his legs that puts out more fluid than he takes in

imagine him feeling like he's being driven insane by his hormones, like he's having an endless supply of pure unadulterated lust being pumped into his brain from his overactive nuts every single day, just in time for his sister to start clamoring for his attention

his mom and sister can't help but assume the bulge in his pants is a raging boner when he's actually flaccid, and whenever he's actually hard he has to struggle to keep it hidden and almost always has to plaster the nearest toilet bowl a new shade of white to calm himself

imagine Ashley eventually realizing she can instantly tell when she's turned him on because of the near-instant outline forming in his pants, followed by him desperately trying to find a release that won't be anywhere near his little sister, where he can hide the sheer mess he'll make thinking about her, again and again with each refractory period seeming a little shorter than the last

imagine Nina surviving well into high school only to be rendered comatose from asphyxiation because Andy got too pent up and couldn't stop taking out his frustrations on her throat until he'd drowned her twice over (maybe Ashley arranged it all from the start, teasing and teasing him for days before telling Nina what to do)

imagine Andy in the quarantine, realizing he's all alone with Ashley, and he's only going to get more desperate to get himself off with each passing day, and Ashley's going to be around the whole time to witness it, and he might be too completely overwhelmed by lust to even consider saying no if (when) she propositions him, and she knows and he knows she knows and he knows she knows he knows

if you were stuck with them, if you were really someone he felt he had to trust, you'd notice. he couldn't keep it together forever, not with you being so obliviously close and cute and Ashley constantly using any trick she can to see when he'll get hard. he could've if it was just one of you but it's not. you notice increasingly large stores of excessively used tissues and napkins, a strange smell every time you go into the bathroom after him, how he always tries to face his lower body away to hide it, and one day he has to come clean and tell you about it, maybe even ask for some privacy and go in, then out of the bathroom with a whole fucking glass of a sticky white water, filled to the brim (exactly what it looks and smells like, he says), pumped out fresh on the spot. and he swears to you, half proud and half disgusted with himself, that he could do it again, right there and then. he'd want to know if you'd ever tell anyone else. he'd want to know what you thought.

and by that point, maybe the lust, the constant denial, the sheer fucking anger with his own body and how much everything is taunting him is so much, that if you were to say "no, that cant be real", to leave him out of disgust, to just complain about how gross it is? he'd be so furious. so you can only see him as a gross sex-obsessed pervert because his dick matters so much more to you than the rest of him? fine. fine! you're just a pest like Ashley and a thoughtless whore like his mom, you're just as flighty and heartless and worthless as Leyley said (and he feared) you were. so guess what? you're not going anywhere. you're going to give him the relief and understanding of him that he needs every single day. you're a cumdumpster now, and he's never going to let you go, because if you can't appreciate his affection or friendship now, he may as well make you appreciate his body. he's going to show you just how much he can provide to you, even if he's going to have to drown you in it.

imagine Andy being completely dominated by his own lust until he has to dominate you in turn

thank you ♡

[adamshallperish]

having a religious experience listening to through me (the flood) currently

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[chuck-fag]

Lenny & Squiggy

[koriwilson]

Kori laughed, shrugging one of her shoulders and took a sip of her tequila soda. She placed it on the bar before taking the man's hand and shaking it. "I guess I beat you to it. I'm Kori." Kori thought the man was good looking and thought to herself on if there were any non-model looking people in this city. Specifically Manhattan. After the draining week she had it would be easy for that thought to take over in Kori's mind but she tried not to allow it. An old habit of hers that she was still trying to break.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing. "I just moved here a week ago. I figured I worked hard enough to earn a drink... or two here. I've passed by it everyday so far, it's so gorgeous!" She smiled taking another look around at the decor.

Kori took another drink and looked back at him. "What do you do, Andrew?"

They say it's never too late to reinvent yourself, to find out who you really are. That was Kori's goal by moving to New York. She had visited plenty of times, but she knew this would be completely different. If she was being totally honest with herself, she was terrified. And had no idea what she was doing or what the future held for her. You wouldn't know it by looking at her: her ginger hair is always perfectly blown out and styled, her makeup flawless on her pale skin, and blue eyes bright and inviting to all that got caught in her gaze. She looks as though she has the perfect life, complete with the perfect wardrobe, and came from the perfect family. But that was far from the truth. Her face is familiar, one that's been seen on billboards and magazine covers. That's how she was able to come up with the means to make this big move, but not what she wanted to do with her new life.

It's been a week since she's moved and started her now job as an intern at Vogue, and it was finally Friday. She hasn't made any friends yet. All the other interns were much younger than her, and those that were her age were in higher positions over her. It's a strange dynamic that she isn't used to, but she's not the type to just sit down and sulk. So she decided to go to the bar down the street from her new Manhattan apartment. It was moody, classy and vintage and just the kind of place where you'd expect to see other professionals kick back on a Friday evening.

Kori was on her first drink, sitting at the bar. She had a black suit on with a black bustier top underneath and her favorite pair of classic black Louboutins. She looked fierce and powerful and that's exactly how she wanted to feel in this moment. She was ready to start making some connections and friends.

She turned to the stranger next to her and slightly grinned.

"I truly wish I had a better conversation starter than what I'm about to say but my brain is fried from this week so I apologize."

She chuckled softly and flipped her hair back over her shoulder before continuing. "You come here often?"

@ggstarterblog

[colonellickburger]

Andrew McConnell. Yuri Malenchenko and Tim Peake have their spacesuits tested before launch, Baikonur Cosmodrome, Kazakhstan 2015

[scorpion-flower]

Gladiator II is to Gladiator I, what Love Never Dies is to Phantom of the Opera