all these things that i've done

Lucas Andrews. 37. Resident of Waverly Place. Retired from the Broadway scene, but still heavily involved in the arts. Currently working as the curator at The Whitney Museum of American Art.

[lucas-andrews]

ethanxmonroe:

“Foul?!” Ethan exclaimed after he’d let out a mock gasp and clutched his chest in his typically dramatic manner. “I can’t believe you’d go there, Lucas Andrews. I’m shocked and appalled,” he continued joking with a shake of his head and a broad grin. “Don’t remind me…I feel like artificial flavors have taken over anyways but I try to be mostly good for the rest of the year so I think I deserve a little unhealthy treat every once in a while, even if no one in my life really seems to share that sentiment,” he said with a roll of his eyes, well aware that Ian wouldn’t necessarily approve either. Confident about his choice and Lucas’s suggestion, Ethan hadn’t even considered putting the responsibility on Lucas so when he announced he’d be paying for his coffee, the younger male’s eyes widened. “Don’t be silly! You really don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll be perfectly happy with it,” he attempted to talk his friend out of it but with the way Lucas was already looking for his wallet, there was no way out now so he simply smiled fondly and sighed. “Fine. But in case I do like it, the next coffee we’re getting is on me,” Ethan insisted in return. “Their blends are amazing,” he agreed. “I should honestly try a lot more but I gotta be honest…I’m not big on black coffee. You know my sweet tooth is out of control usually, I can’t help it so some milk and a shot of espresso are enough to keep me awake and happy.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. I have no qualms with unhealthy, I happen to think it’s healthy to give the body what it craves in moderation. But real ingredients, man. Treat yourself to those once in a while.” The last line was said with a lightened tone, clearly showing his enjoyment in shedding just a touch of judgement back on his friend. Lucas felt his smile return in full when he watched Ethan roll his eyes, he couldn’t recall a time where being around Ethan hadn’t made him feel lighter. It was easy to smile, laugh, and enjoy things around someone who had been a constant in his life for almost all of it -- which was a rarity for the older man to have. He lifted his palm up to halt Ethan from refusing, giving a slight shake of his head to let him know that he wasn’t going to win this one. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Lucas agreed with a grin, listening to Ethan as he expressed his taste while waiting his turn at the counter. “I understand, many people enjoy more cream and sugar in their coffee than the actual coffee. At times I add some myself but if it’s really good stuff, I prefer it black.” The male mused along, taking a glance around the coffee shop. “Would you like to secure a table for us? I’ll be right over as soon as I have our morning medicine in hand.”

[lucas-andrews]

ethanxmonroe:

A genuine laugh escaped Ethan at his friend’s fake offense. “Oh please, we both know you’re just as sensitive as me deep down but even I think you’ll get over it,” he teased jokingly, enjoying the lightness that came with cracking jokes with Lucas. He knew that this’d be the last thing Lucas would take personally and after all, Ethan was merely playing around. At Lucas’s suggestion, Ethan raised an intrigued brow. “That is very true. You know I don’t mind a Starbucks drink every now and then and a pumpkin spice latte is a must in fall but those are definitely not the best or cleanest options,” he agreed with a chuckle and he had to admit, the more Lucas had talked, the more convinced he got. “You know what? You’re a true everyday hero! I think I’ll just have to go with that now that you made me crave it,” Ethan settled with a nod as his eyes scanned the menu once more before looking back at the older man. “Yup, I’m sold. A soy macchiato it is,” he announced with a broad beam. “Did you figure out what you want yet?”

Although Lucas might’ve been slightly more offended by being called sensitive, he realized playing into that one wouldn’t work well for him, but merely seal the notion. He laughed openly at the teasing dig and tilted his head slightly before nodding in agreement, as if to wordlessly say fair enough. “I’d much rather simply eat a piece of pumpkin pie in the fall than drink something so foul. But hey, to each their own -- if you don’t mind that there isn’t any actual pumpkin in it, that is your prerogative my friend.” Lucas expressed with a gentle shrug and a grin that conveyed his playful nature. While he was proud to have helped Ethan make up his mind, he felt a little nervous now that the choice could be a disappointment. “It’s on me, that way you can’t complain too much if you’re not a fan.” Lucas insisted while patting himself down for his wallet, retrieving it with a smile and proceeding toward the counter with a few small steps. “You know me, I’m going to settle for the usual. Their house blend is one of the best roasts around and I typically do not feel myself if I don’t start my day without a medium black.”

[lucas-andrews]

ethanxmonroe:

Ethan was glad that Lucas had some time to have a cup of coffee with him for once. Both of them had a hard time making plans considering their schedules usually but he was happy to see his old friend again after it had been a while. Both of them had been too busy studying the menu to realize that the other was doing just that in return and Lucas’s reaction surprised Ethan, making him look back at him in confusion for a moment before he picked up on it. “Oh! I thought you knew what you wanted already but I’m in no rush either so.” Ethan laughed and shook his head, tilting it at the older male with a smile. “You have? Wow, that’s gotta make you some sort of expert so please – go on,” Ethan joked with a broad grin resting on his lips. “What is something that’s not as indulgent and has lots of caffeine?” He asked with a raised brow, his expression amused. “I wouldn’t call you a snob for that per se though. Maybe you’re just…more of a connoisseur?” He offered, joking lightheartedly.

Lucas’s pleasant grin became brighter initially, but then he pursed his lips and shook his head delicately as if to refuse the statement offered by his friend. “Oh no-- the damage has already been done. You can not take back the judgement, those scars are there forever.” He chuckled, it didn’t phase him whether he was referred to as a snob or a connoisseur. At least he had taste. “As for something with a lot of caffeine and less calories, thankfully this isn’t Starbucks so you can’t do too much wrong around here.” Lucas said with a bit of a grimace upon thinking of all the sugary syrups and artificial ingredients. “May I suggest a macchiato? Their espresso is divine and you can ask for soy if the steamed milk doesn’t sit well with you. You could also get it iced if you’re not interested in a hot drink.”

[mancandykings]

Matt Bomer photographed by Beau Grealy for Mr. Porter (2017) **

[lucas-andrews]

ethanxmonroe:

While it was a very regular thing to do first thing in the morning for most people, Ethan usually took his daily coffee runs rather seriously. They’d been a crucial part of his routine for a long time now, apart from the torturous two weeks in which he’d tried to cut down his caffeine intake - without success. Stumptown Coffee Roasters had therefore by far become his favorite go-to spot since moving to the Village and Ethan was happy to have found such a comfortable and aesthetically pleasing place to spend some time in. Thankfully, it wasn’t as frequented when he arrived, but he was also in no rush. Scanning over the menu, Ethan wondered if maybe just maybe he should be a little more adventurous with his order for once, considering that he usually stuck to his regular one. “You can go right ahead and order if you’d like, don’t worry about cutting me. I think I need another minute - or two…,” he told the person nearby before he trailed off. “Okay, maybe three,” he joked with a bright grin resting on his features - he was rarely in a bad mood to begin with but lately he truly couldn’t seem to find a reason to be anything but cheerful. How could he be when everything seemed to finally fall into place? 

Lucas was waiting patiently beside his friend, squinted eyes scanning over the menu even though he very rarely ordered anything different than his usual. He was in no rush at all and had the patience of a saint, so it hadn’t even occurred to him that Ethan was taking a long time to step up to the counter and order. He pondered a cappuccino or a latte but something about it felt wrong, he’d save the adventurous choice for another time. “Huh-- oh,” Lucas turned to Ethan when he spoke after a long pause of silently browsing. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind taking this morning slow. I don’t have to be at the museum until we receive a shipment later this afternoon.” A grin rested on Lucas’s features as he slid his hands into the pockets of his neatly ironed trousers. “Can I be of assistance by any chance? I’ve tried everything on the menu -- twice. I’d like to think my opinion is reliable seeing as you and several others have referred to me as a coffee snob on numerous occasions.”

[archivistsrock]

Matt Bomer + selfies

[lucas-andrews]

lparkermd:

Despite being a successful surgeon, Lillian would never be arrogant and she really wasn’t fond of talking about herself. She liked to let her work do the talking instead. The blonde had a reason for being so reserved, and that had to do with her upbringing. Her earliest memories had ingrained in her the idea of not speaking unless you were spoken to, which was then carried on by her ex-husband once she was married. “I’m sure it will be no problem at all, and I’m looking forward to it very much,” she said with a smile.

“Perfect. I’m glad you’re looking at it this way. If anything, at least you know to do your research if you do ever need to go under the knife.” Lillian looked around, trying to take everything in to its full extent. She was in no hurry to get back downstairs. Once she went back downstairs, it would only be a matter of seconds before someone would come to speak to her. Hiding as long as possible was ideal. “You do compared to most of the people I’m acquainted with. I don’t know many people who are employed outside of the medical field. You’re an enigma to me.” Lillian then looked him in the eyes. “It’s important to know a bit about the artist behind the artwork, wouldn’t you say?” She thought for a moment. “How did you end up here? Did you always dream of working in an art museum?”

Lucas could not ignore the excitement that coursed through his veins for a brief moment when their plans were officially made, he was thrilled to know that he would see Lillian again. Being as introverted as Lucas was, he had his small circle and that was all. It wasn’t often that he met new people that he’d hit it off with and wish to see again but they seemed to click and Lucas was hoping to get to know Lillian. And that a second time might become a third, and so on. 

“I don’t fault you for that -- the way you speak of your work lets me know how dedicated you are to it, and that’s wonderful. But of course it must take up nearly all of your time so getting to know anyone outside of the hospital can’t be easy.” Lucas understood, having a hard time escaping his bubble more often than not. Another reason he was lucky to meet the blonde. “I just-- completely downplayed you calling me an enigma by coming up with an explanation, didn’t I?” He had the self realization out loud, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked at her with a slightly embarrassed smile. Regathering himself, he fidgeted with the flute of champagne while answering Lillian’s inquiry. “Bigger, I dreamed of owning an art museum. I was humbled by learning how much it would actually take to do that but I’m still climbing up toward that, even if I never get there.” Thinking of the perfect piece to take Lillian to, Lucas nodded his head in the desired direction for her to follow. “I strayed from fine arts for a long time, somehow fell into performance art -- I know. Can you even imagine me on stage?” 

[lucas-andrews]

cipollavince:

He loved art. Not for the expression or for the beauty of it, but for how much it fetched on the black market. A good piece could fetch a high price even if it wasn’t a piece of classic art. So naturally, as he was walking down the street and saw construction and things being moved into a large museum, he couldn’t help himself. He was dressed nicely – expensive Italian suit, Italian shoes, Italian sunglasses, and a neat haircut, so no one would really stop him from wandering right in.  Some kind of exhibit was being set up, that much he could tell, but most of the pieces that were up were sculptures – hard to move and get next to, which he would need to in order to get rough measurements on it’s size. Paintings were easier to guess measure, lighter to move, not as breakable as a sculpture when in cased properly , not to mention easier to get into a crate. Still, he didn’t see many around.  So he pushed deeper wandering among the workers looking for a good target.

@lucas-andrews

Many of the artworks for one of the Whitney’s upcoming Spring Exhibition were being delivered this afternoon, which meant Lucas could be found running around like a chicken with its head cut off. He was no doubt a perfectionist when it came to work of any kind, it showed when he used to perform on stage and it hadn’t faded a bit despite the drastic career change. He was currently hovering the process, glasses on the bridge of his nose and a clipboard in his hand, making sure every sculpture was handled with only the utmost care. Somewhere along the way while instructing the perfect positioning of new pieces, Lucas noticed a lone man down a corridor that wasn’t open for visitors. He didn’t recognize him which led him to believe he was a customer of the museum who had simply gone astray. Quickly sauntering over to intervene, the curator put on his most pleasant smile as he was not at all the type to angrily turn people away. “Excuse me,” Lucas called to the exquisitely dressed man, which of course he took note of seeing as he was always sharply dressed himself. “I’m sorry but this exhibit is closed to the public, I’m going to have to ask you to leave before security makes their round -- they are much less friendly than I am.” He chuckled in an attempt to make light of the fact that he was kicking him out.

[lucas-andrews]

mayavargas:

Maya had one vice: impulse shopping. She didn’t do it frequently, but when she did, Maya went a little crazy. The brunette would make big purchases like original artwork or designer dresses … or jewel green velvet couches, which was the purchase she had made this particular day. Unfortunately, Maya didn’t give herself the time beforehand to figure out exactly how she would get the massive piece of furniture from the boutique back to her apartment, so she was stuck out on the curb with a three-seater couch and no truck, car, or strength to take it the five blocks back to her townhouse. 

Unsure of what else she could do, Maya began asking the friendlier-looking passers by for help. “Hey! Do you want to help me move this couch? I’ll pay you twenty-bucks and a case of beer.” 

It had been a good day for Lucas at the museum, their upcoming exhibition was looking more polished and near to his vision as the days passed. His excitement was growing with the progress as he was eager for the latest addition to be seen by the fresh, new eyes of the art enthusiasts from all over the city that would come to view it. He was on his way home after a quick stop for lunch when he made eye contact with a brunette, offering her a smile as he usually did whenever he’d meet someone’s eyes, regardless of the fact that many of them did not return that same friendliness in a city like New York. 

Lucas stopped in his tracks when she called for help from any of the surrounding pedestrians willing to help her out, he took a briefly glance around before taking a few steps toward the woman. “Hi there,” he greeted with a gracious nod. “I’ll forgo the twenty bucks and beer but I would be happy to help you. Where are you taking this beautiful thing?”

[lucas-andrews]

Lillian, Nola... You got a thing for milfs?

“I… never cared much for that particular acronym. I do happen to think both Lillian and Nola are phenomenal, and positively stunning, women.” @lparkermd @noladelrey

[lucas-andrews]

Sound of Music or My Fair Lady?

“Sound of Music, without a doubt. Always pick Julie Andrews. I have seen many lovely stage productions of both and I’m a fan but, Sound of Music is right out of the pleasant parts of my childhood.”

[lucas-andrews]

Do you enjoy rough sex?

“I suppose things might grow mundane if they were sweet and gentle all the time, no? As long as it is consensual and both yourself and your partner are enjoying yourselves -- passion is unpredictable and wonderful and sometimes a little rough.”

[lucas-andrews]

Tell us about the best sex you've ever had?

“Oh lord. The best sex I’ve ever had? I have many years to recall back on in order to think of the fairest answer to this and in the least graphic way possible. I hadn’t seen an ex of mine in a number of years and then she was in my life again. A few months of the tension and chemistry between us drove me crazy. Not in the good way. I ended up going on a impromptu trip for a few weeks so that I was able to hear myself think. When I traveled back to the city, the first place I went after touching down at JFK was her penthouse apartment. I swear the entirety of New York City was rocked that night. Too much...?”

[lucas-andrews]

What would your patronus be?

“I’ve been thinking about this since I was in college. My answers have changed over the years, growing more grounded and well, realistic. Back then I would’ve told you it was something cool, like a wolf or something. But if I’m being entirely honest, it’s probably more simply a dog. A puppy even. Something soft, comforting, and loyal.”

[lucas-andrews]

❝Why are you invading my privacy?❞

[hellyeahwhitecollar]

[lucas-andrews]

lparkermd:

“Well, I hope you find the perfect person to inspire you,” she said with a smile. Never did it cross her mind that he wanted to paint her. The only experience she had was from modeling years ago while she was still doing beauty pageants. That was a thing of the past for her and she never had any desire to anything of the sort again.  “I don’t mind at all, really. I don’t do much on my days off, anyways. I usually just catch up on sleep and then get some shopping done.” Both of her children were grown, so she really had the freedom to do whatever she wanted. She could definitely spare a couple hours of her day to see Lucas’ artwork. “

“Yes, you’re right. I definitely agree.” Mental health was important for surgeons since it was a very draining profession. It wasn’t common, but there were occasionally people who were unfit for their jobs. “I’m sorry for making you paranoid. I promise 99% of the surgeons out there are perfectly sane and qualified for their jobs.” She ascended the stairs, allowing him to keep hold of her hand the entire way up. Once at the top, her arm returned to her side. Lillian then took the flute of champagne and smiled appreciatively. “Thank you,” she said before taking a small sip. “Now, tell me about this artwork. Or you could tell me more about yourself, too. You seem to be quite an interesting man.”

“You and I both.” Lucas mumbled under his breath as the metaphorical wheels within his mind began turning. The truth was that he already found someone who inspired him to take that creative leap, from the moment he laid eyes on Lillian, he couldn’t help admire everything about her. She was stunning, she carried herself elegantly, and although she seemed quite reserved -- there was a power to her presence. “We’re open until six on weekdays and ten at night on the weekends, so I think you can manage to sleep in and do some shopping before you do me the honor of popping in for a visit after all.”

A laugh escaped him at her apology and he shook his head vigorously. “Don’t be sorry. My paranoia will only lead me to be more careful and not wind up on an operating table, which is better for my health in the long run. Thank you.“ Lucas joked with her lightly. He took on a slow pace once they’d taken the stairs, in no rush to get to a specific display because he was genuinely enjoying her company. He had seen every piece in the museum numerous times, so Lillian was far more interesting to him than anything else at the moment. “About me? I sound interesting?” The man repeated back to her with disbelief evident in his tone, though he was just being playful, exhaling a huff. “I can’t say anyone has ever taken interest in learning more about me when surrounded by all of this artwork.” Lucas stated before looking to Lillian at his side with a soft smile. “What would you like to know?”