Like, we all know you love Andy, but like, describe him. Paint a picture of him to make us swoon lol
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26. Describe your crush - and specifically Andy. Whhooooof. I’m thinking about this as me and my desperation for my own Massachusetts Lawyer Daddy, but also as Everett and how she sees him. (I promise I’m still working on the story! And yes we are basically the same person) And i’m not really doing physical stuff because like we all know. we’ve seen the shoulder blades 🥵🥵
He is big and strong, physically and as an aura, an energy. He will protect you and fight to the death for you but also be the sweetest, softest man when it’s just the two of you (or if there is someone else in your family 🫣🤭). He’s in a new part of life and realizes he has to change, and be more present. This also comes from you though. He wants to be better for you, the best version of himself that he never could have been with Laurie.
He learns quickly that the fancy restaurants and shiny things aren’t what you want (I mean it’s nice sometimes). His solutions for anything with Laurie don’t work with you and he is adapting and growing. He is less defensive and more understanding. Flowers and coffee will get you swooning faster than diamonds.
The biggest thing about our Andy is that he is learning about his “Daddy” vibes. It’s new but he is leaning in with gusto. He knows when to be stern and the difference between a good spank and a bad spank. He loves that you have given him that control. He is not controlling though and that’s a big difference. He’s learning those subtle things. A good Daddy knows when you need soft Daddy and hard Daddy (heyo). And this is Andy’s sweet spot. It’s about both of you exploring things together.
Andy never judges you for things you love and that make you happy. He will sit for hours listening to you when you are excited about something, even if he has no idea what it all means. He supports and encourages you but never makes you feel guilty when you rest or take a pause. He will do anything in his power to make your dreams come true.
I’m sure I could go on and on about this but I probably should just be writing Everett and Andy instead LOL. But this is my quick little Andy swooning.
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list of questions
42. Who is your favourite person on Tumblr?
oooh an exposée. Well I cannot possibly give you only one name and I also couldn't possibly remember everyone bc I have had so many lovely interactions with people so i am gonna limit this to like a list of three, four, five: @tanith-rhea @zephyr-is-tired @weemssapphic @coconutice22 (who I am publicly calling out for being horrible at communicating at the moment :P <3) and @not-all-those-who-wonder-r-lost who has become such a friend outside of tumblr that I almost completely forgot I now her from here.
37. Do you love yourself unconditionally?
Oh, you *are* a new follower, i can tell. ahahah. no. But I am working on being better about it <3
35. Do you believe in love ?
yes, in all kinds of love. And I deeply crave it and at the same time sprint away from it at almost every opportunity.
72. Would you like to time travel?
Sure, if you give me Jodie Whittaker and her Tardis (or give me Gwen as the Doctor - a thing I really wanna see happen ) and that is a sure fire yes. Otherwise, idk. i have thought about what I would do if I could go back to being a kid, but with all the knowledge I have now and I think it would be hell, but also so enlightening and possibly freeing. So, it's a tentative yes.
80. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
I am a big introvert until I am comfortable around people. Smth that happens way more easily online than in real life bc there is way less reason to be afraid of rejection or being judged. So, yeah. introvert, but can get loud and annoying when I feel comfortable with you :)
Aah I need more smiling and laughing Andrew from you now please!!! I'll be happy with anything you want to do with that! 💜💜
We ALL need more smiling and laughing Andrew in our lives. It's just too purr. 😉
I hope you enjoy!
(Also, I’m like -- SUPER sorry this took so long to finish even though it’s just a lil drabble. I hope it was worth the wait!!)
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Dan checked her watch for the third time and frowned. "Jesus, where the hell are those two? We're gonna miss our reservation if we have to wait for them much longer."
Their family had been spread to the winds for years at this point, but they still managed to get together once a year for some sort of a reunion. This year they were back in Palmetto the week before Christmas (something they tried to do every other year around the holidays). Half of them had arrived in town last night and the rest only this morning, but they’d spent most of the day itself imposing on Wymack and Abby (who had finally moved in together).
It had been a good time and though Abby had offered to cook for them, Dan had insisted that the whole team treat Abby and Wymack to dinner at a nice restaurant. Considering how many of them there were, the celebratory nature of the visit, and the general rowdiness of their group, it had been decided that the lot of them would carpool with Neil, Renee, and Kevin as the DDs.
Renee and Kevin had already driven off with their allotted passengers, so now Dan and Matt were left waiting for Andrew and Neil to finish getting ready or whatever the fuck they were doing.
“We won’t miss our reservation,” Matt assured with a chuckle, nudging her. “Miss out on the breadsticks? Well, that’s more likely...”
“Fuck that.” Dan was not missing out on breadsticks so that Andrew and Neil could get in a quickie before dinner. With that decided, she whirled on her heel and charged back into the house. She instinctively angled for the hallway that lead down to the guest bedrooms, intending to make as much noise as possible as she tromped down the hallway so as to alert them of her approach. She was less concerned about getting stabbed these days as she was about seeing parts of her friends that she really, really did not need to see.
Not that Andrew and Neil were grossly all over each other now or anything, but the years seemed to have softened the both of them. It was no longer shocking to see them holding hands or leaning casually against each other. They traded easy, casual kisses in greeting and simple affection just like the rest of the couples -- though there was still this... weight to every interaction between Andrew and Neil that spoke of how hard-earned those simple, casual expressions of affection were for the pair.
Dan didn’t begrudge them that. On the contrary, it warmed her heart every single time she caught one of those tiny actions of easy love and affection out of the corner of her eye.
Accidentally walking into the wrong guest room and catching Andrew pinning Neil against the wall, both of them barely dressed, was an entirely other matter and Dan was never going to be able to scrub that image or the sound of the way Neil was fucking moaning out of her damn mind.
Yeah. She was officially scarred for life.
So, while she was done waiting for them she was also not willing to add more trauma to her already considerable payload. She took a deep breath and prepared to start shouting and stomping when soft sounds coming from the den caught her attention. Now, if it had only been the little meows and scrabbles of kittens playing that would not have made her pause. After all -- the whole team had spent about four hours straight this afternoon going positively gaga over the adorable little fuzzballs. Nancy, Abby and Wymack’s recent rescue cat turned out to be pregnant when they adopted her -- which they hadn’t realized at the time. Now they had a little bundle of kittens taking up space in the living room. Wymack had already tried to pass them out like candy to the rest of the team but no one had bitten.
Well, that wasn’t true -- Nicky had wanted to take the whole litter, but Erik had kindly and calmly told him ‘no’ in such an effective way Nicky had dropped the subject with little more than a bit of pouting.
So if it were just that, she wouldn’t have paused.
No, it was the quiet murmuring that bubbled over the kitten sounds that drew her attention. Dan cut off her shout before she could utter it and pivoted smoothly, heading instead for the den. She slowed her steps as she approached, holding her breath so the sound of her breathing wouldn’t smother what she could now make out to be words.
“We have plenty of space.”
“Drew, while you aren’t wrong -- I don’t think that five kittens is the best way to start a family.”
“Because you are such an expert.”
“Drew.”
A sigh. “Three then.”
“What, not going to try for four?”
Andrew -- because it had to be Andrew, even though Dan was struggling to compute this particular conversation with Andrew ‘The Monster’ Minyard -- snorted in affront. “And leave just one all by itself? Don’t be stupid.”
Neil, because again -- it had to be Neil -- chuckled. “We are not taking three kittens home with us, Drew.”
There was a long silence and Dan risked peaking around the edge of the doorframe. Andrew Minyard was sitting on the floor with his back against the armchair, mostly facing away from the door and absolutely covered with kittens. One was on his shoulder, two were wrestling between his folded legs, and he was holding the other two against his chest, his face turned down as he nuzzled the little fuzzballs, all while glaring at Neil over the top of their furry heads. Well, Dan assumed he was glaring. She couldn’t actually see enough of his face to gauge his expression, but even covered with kittens this was still Andrew ‘I Wear Fucking Knives Everywhere’ Minyard, so she felt it was a safe enough assumption.
Then again, she could see most of Neil’s face, and he was looking at Andrew with an expression that Dan had no other description for other than “abject adoration”. So who knew, maybe Andrew was smiling gently and...
Yeah, no probably not.
Neil sighed, and Dan knew that sound. It was the sound of a man too much in love to say ‘no’ to whatever his partner wanted. Of a person too much in love to say ‘no’ to their love’s request, actually -- because she knew that she’d made that sound more than once regarding Matt.
“Alright, fine. But not three. Two. Two kittens. That way they won’t be alone and might be somewhat manageable.”
Dan thought that Neil was in for a rude awakening if he really thought that any number of cats were ‘manageable’, but she’d let him figure that out for himself. She could tell that Andrew was debating an argument, but he ultimately shrugged -- which she supposed was an agreement. Then he handed one of the kittens in his hands to Neil and gently scooped the one off his shoulder and added it to the squirming fluff-pile in his lap.
Neil held up the kitten and studied it, then his face broke into a wide, bright smile as the little black poof reached out and batted at his nose with the sweetest little squeak. The sound must have drawn the attention of the other kittens because they suddenly all turned their attention to Neil and launched a less-than-coordinated assault, even the one in Andrew’s hands squirming free to jump onto Neil. Neil barked out a laugh in surprise and jumped, ending up on his back as the kittens overran him and took him for their own.
With a sound that Dan didn’t really understand, Andrew pushed up to his knees and crawled around to be able to lean over Neil’s head as the kittens tussled and romped all over his partner. This change in angle allowed Dan to see Andrew’s face, and then her brain sort of caught up with her ears and she realized that she did know that sound -- because Andrew was making it again. He was laughing. It wasn’t a big laugh, not bright or rapid or voluminous. It was small, and soft, but there was a rich, deep quality to it that sang with genuine affection as he smiled down at Neil.
“See? I still say we should take all five. They are already a well-formed strike team.” Andrew. It was Andrew ‘I Eat Strikers For Breakfast’ Minyard saying those words. Smiling softly down at Neil. Chuckling as he reached out and brushed just his thumb over the tiny head of a fuzzy black and gray kitten.
“Two,” Neil said again, but Dan wondered exactly how firm he was going to be able to remain on that point with the way he was looking up at Andrew. “We can convince Aaron to take the other three then set up play-dates.”
Andrew laughed again, a quiet dance of sound between barely-curved lips. His eyes were still on the kittens. “Aaron would not know what to do with a cat.”
“Neither do I.”
Andrew looked down at Neil then and his expression lost the smile but became... so much more intimate that Dan almost looked away. “No,” he said. “But you have me.”
Dan’s chest tightened and she had to physically lift a hand to cover her mouth. She could feel the imprint of her own smile against her fingertips.
“Yes or no, Drew?”
“Yes.”
Dan turned away as Andrew leaned down to kiss Neil, slipping quietly down the hall to rejoin Matt. Maybe they could afford to be a little late to dinner.
I’ve just seen your ask list! How about, 18, 19 & 33? No rush as I know you may not be feeling it right now 😏
18: Do you believe in karma?
I answered this before, but to go along with it: I think that if people are doing things that others would want karma to catch up with them for, that eventually, it will. Eventually, that person will screw up, or forget to do something or just outright do something so terrible that they’ll finally get called out on it / it’ll be noticed. You can only be lucky or sneak under the radar so many times before you can’t anymore.
But I mean, if you’re a shitty person, you’re a shitty person, and you have to live with that even if you don’t act like it, I guess.
19: What does your URL mean?
My URL is from episode 1.04 of The Punisher, when Billy’s giving his Anvil speech. It’s one of my favorite scenes from either season.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlHx-mg8WVM
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
This is unfair. I like both coasts for very different reasons. East Coast is all about seafood and gorgeous scenery and historical sites .... and the West Coast is laid back and warm ocean water and tons of sun. Also, EC traffic and crowds feel very different than WC. West Coast has In-N-Out Burger, though... and that makes it super tough, but the EC has lobster rolls and Maryland crab cakes. I also really, really like having multiple seasons - not just hot and humid and slightly chilly without rain. I couldn’t live somewhere that didn’t get any snow or where the leaves didn’t change regularly or fully.
Each cost has merits. I enjoy visiting both. I think that for practical purposes I’d choose the East Coast, because it’s not five million dollars to live everywhere over here like it is in California. But if money wasn’t an option, I could definitely get used to the WC way of life, at least part time.
Hi friends! So I didn’t post as much as I usually do this week. Life has been busy and a lot of free time has been spent doing planning for a fic that may come out in a bit.
Having said that I appreciate all the asks for the Age of Calamity game, but unfortunately at this time I have neither seen the cutscenes or played the game, which makes writing for it nigh impossible. Please hold asks for the game until I have caught up. Thanks!
That aside, I have great news! I’m opening the box to Winx asks and W.I.T.C.H asks! The Netflix reboot trailer has me infuriated and both series deserve better than whatever the hell netflix is doing.
I will be closing the box tomorrow evening as we near 100 asks (THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU ARE WONDERFUL MY DARLINGS) so that I can catch up on asks and make sure I’m getting all of your great imagines written.
Thank you all very much! Stay posted for imagines and a possible fic in the near future!
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