#>Andrew

[teaandjumpers]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do you guys fuck with the FNAF books?…

[luvingsolace]

People scream that Nico deserves someone better than Will Solace as if said Will Solace doesn’t canonically serve lethal facecard, hyper intelligence and a big kind heart

[ssaseaprince]

People forget that while yes, Hozier is some kind of heartbreakingly poetic ancient God, he is also just some random Irish guy in his 30s named Andrew

[obii-wan]

Under The Silver Lake (2018) Dir. David Robert Mitchell

[minyard-05]

nicky opening the door to the twins' room one night, when they're about fifteen, soon after tilda dies. they're both sound asleep, beds pushed to opposite sides of the small room, but nicky lingers in the doorway, light from the hall bleeding into the dark, because they sleep the same. andrew curled in on himself, back up against the wall, covers tucked tightly around him, fisted in his hands, like a shell he's building up against the world, unbreakable. aaron sleeps on top of the covers, knees hunched into his chest, hands held tightly inwards, like he's protecting his body. they sleep metres apart, facing each other, breathing in sync. nicky closes the door and rests his forehead against it. maybe he can show them how to be brothers to each other.

[mentallyprepared]

thinking about how neil met andrew through photos and articles just like jean met jeremy

[theyknowthatweknow]

Remember these names. These are the only celebrities that called publicly for a ceasefire

[sunriseabram]

I love that Renee kicks Andrew's ass on the weekly like that man needs to be humbled

[theragamuffininitiative]

It's been a rough week. Reblog, if you would be so kind, with your favorite comfort song:

[csuitebitches]

How to Wake Up Early

I always wanted to be one of those girls who would wake up early, go for a run and be super productive with their mornings. The issue is - i really love sleep. Every time i would start a routine, i would eventually fail. I would wake up to turn the alarm off, think to myself “5 mins more” and boom- it’s suddenly 8:30 am and i need to leave for work in less than 1 hour.

Two videos on YouTube really changed my mind. One was Andrew Huberman’s, and the other was Jihyo, a k-pop star.

I came across Andrew Huberman’s video about dopamine, and somehow, it helped me to understand why the difficulty waking up early is so important. Now I’m no expert of neuroscience, but let me explain to the best of my abilities.

Dopamine is essentially the build up to the reward; it is not the reward. It is the satisfaction and happiness you feel (when your body releases), after you have achieved something that was painful/ required you to struggle a bit. In order to receive this reward, you have to feel pain, because pain and satisfaction are directly related to each other. Satisfaction without pain is useless and does nothing for you essentially.

That got me wondering: for me, waking up early is difficult. It’s painful. I dont want to do it. But if I do it, its my first win of the day. It’s the first challenge I have overcome of that day, and I always do feel amazing after. The dopamine release after the struggle of waking up and winning the battle of not going back to sleep is definitely there. I feel more confident because a) I have done the “right” thing b) selfishly, i can do something so simple that a lot of people struggle with c) it weirdly makes me feel more confident and like I’m doing the first step of being an adult right.

Jihyo’s video was quite random - she did some show where it shows her daily life when she’s not working. Parts of it made me feel like she’s unable to just relax with herself (probably because her body and mind are so used to chaos, performing, her girl group living together for so many years) so she busies herself a lot. I took the positives from the video; she’s extremely disciplined which I admired, she gets her chores done, she’s good at ensuring that her space is truly her space.

So I decided to build a relatively foolproof routine; but mind you, it does require quite a bit of willpower.

I’ve developed a habit of waking of waking up at 5 am. I head straight for a 30-45 minute meditation and then at least an hour long workout. I stack my habits that way; right after meditation, I put on my running shoes. I used to really struggle with waking up, even if I had to wake up late. This is the strategy that worked me, see if it works for you.

1. Reset your space the night before

This makes you feel less stressed in the morning and also genuinely makes you feel like you have your shit together. Put your clothes away, keep your bag in its place, clean up your desk, reorganise your make up and skin care products. You’re going to go to sleep and wake up to a clean space.

Make sure you define both your bedtime and wake up time. My bedtime is 9:30 pm - so i manage my chores, reading, dinner, everything around that.

2. Early dinner

I’ve noticed that early dinners help me sleep better. I’ve built the habit of casually walking for 25-30 minutes post dinner (not right after eating, after about 15 mins). I’m not walking fast to a point where I’m sweating and puffing, I’m casually strolling outside. During this time, I don’t listen to music, interact with anyone or my phone. I use this time to connect with myself and think about whatever I feel like.

3. No devices before sleeping

I don’t want to stimulate myself before sleeping, so I prefer reading before bed. If you don’t like reading, you can instead do your skincare, maybe revise some physical study notes, etc.

4. Using Alarmy app

This app is torture and I swear by it. This little thing makes you a solve a challenge of your choice in order to make the alarm stop, like math problems, puzzles, etc. I chose 5 math problems.

5. Keep your phone across the room

Don’t charge it near your reach. Keep it as away from you as possible.

6. Stand for two minutes after shutting off the alarm

Don’t allow yourself to snooze, or go back to bed. This is the part that really requires you to tell yourself: “i am not going back to sleep. I’m going to wake up and do the things I have to do for my own benefit.” Remember - the states of heaven and hell are not outside of you, they’re inside you. They are mental states. You have to fight with your lazy demon and tell him/her/whoever that NO; we are NOT going back to bed.

I charge my phone across the room so that forces me to walk first thing in the morning. To stop myself from going back to sleep, after i have shut the alarm off, i just stand for 2 minutes. I dont sit, or go back to bed. I stand and tell myself, we’re doing this. We’re going to wake up and have an amazing day.

Your mind is like a child with tantrums and mood swings. Your rational self has to discipline your mind the way a parent would to a child.

7. Turn a small light on

Not something that is jarring or overwhelming, but enough to help you start waking up. I turn my phone’s flashlight on and keep it on my desk.

8. Be consistent, even on weekends

The biggest mistake you can make is not being consistent. Your body doesnt recognise weekends, your mind does. Your body doesn’t know that tomorrow is Monday, so its time to wake up early. By staying consistent (yes, I wake up at 5 am on weekends too), it allows my body to develop its own body clock and not wrecking the system I’ve kept in place.

What do I do if I have a late night?

It really depends. Let’s say I come home relatively early (+2 hours around my bedtime) around 11 pm, and im in bed by 11:30. I’ll wake up somewhere close to 5 am, like 6 am instead. The next day I ensure I’m in bed by the bedtime I’ve kept for myself and wake up at 5 am again.

If I come home really late, like 3 am - i keep my alarm exactly 8 hours from that time. I need to get sleep, but oversleeping is an issue and that wont allow me to wake up early the next day. I want to get enough sleep where im rested for the day, but not excessively. Unfortunately, sleeping so late would definitely mean that i wont be able to fall asleep at my dot 9:30 pm bedtime, but i turn the lights off and get ready to sleep by then anyway, and mentally prepare for my 5 am wake up call.

[demonfangart]

Something something friendship is magic

[youraveragemiscellanyenjoyer]

"Let's be scared together, let's pretend that nothing is awful,"

[foxesscramble]

a series of instagram posts from one neil josten:

[broken-heart-raven-queen]

Ichirou needs bestmen and someone to plan his bachelor's party and not having any friends and he doesn't wanna pay someone to do it and also could look weird so he calls Jean, Kevin and Neil to do something for him that they can't refuse.

They are all weirded out by this but also don't want problems so they end up planning a trip and a party with the budget Ichirou (that really doesn't know how much this things cost) gave them.

The four of them have a blast and it's SO random, they of course don't ever bring this up again and when the media asks they use their relationship with Riko as an excuse. But Ichirou got to live like a man in his 20s once, and he's starting to think that maybe things aren't just as his father said it should be.

[abbotjack]

This started as a tribute to Autopsy by Donte Collins. None of the lines are from the book, but all of them are trying to name the same thing: sons who mistake obedience for love.

This isn’t an autopsy anymore. It’s a body trying to understand itself.

There’s something about watching a man who was never taught how to be loved try to earn it anyway. Something unbearable. Something holy. Pope Cody and Kendall Roy aren’t the same, but the rhythm of them is. The shape of their pain, the way they carry it, the way it was installed in them long before they had the words to say it aloud.

They were never allowed to just be sons. They were taught how to perform usefulness, not ask for softness. And now all they know is how to break quietly and offer the pieces back.

Pope learned early that love was surveillance. That affection had rules. That if you kept still enough, did the right things, showed up on command, Smurf might give you just enough tenderness to keep you from running. She didn’t raise a son. She raised a weapon. A watchdog. A confessional booth with a knife under the altar.

Logan did the same thing with different furniture. Kendall wasn’t the firstborn, but he was the chosen one—the first one pulled into the performance of empire. The first one told maybe you’ll be good enough—if you suffer correctly. Logan doesn’t comfort. He doesn’t embrace. He withdraws, he tests, he mauls. And Kendall keeps returning like maybe this time will be different. It never is.

Smurf is all warmth and rot. She kisses Pope’s face and then sends him to bury a body. She says he’s her favorite, then locks him in the attic of her power. Her love is so loud it drowns him, so conditional it becomes a leash. Pope obeys because obedience is the only form of love he was allowed to recognize.

Logan is the opposite: cold, strategic, a god of absence. But the result is the same. Kendall spends his whole life trying to decode his father’s silence. His only reward is ambiguity. A nod. A smirk. A seat at a table that’s always one conversation away from collapsing.

And their siblings—God, the siblings. That’s where it really starts to echo.

There’s that moment with Deran and Pope, in the quiet, where Deran—sick of the violence, sick of the weight—listens to his brother like a person, not a problem. And Pope, who has never been asked what he wants, doesn’t know what to do with that. But you can see the shift. In his body. In his face. Like someone just opened a door he forgot was locked.

And it’s the same energy when Kendall confesses to Shiv and Roman. That cracked-open, terrified little-boy honesty—I killed someone. And for once, they don’t run. Not really. They stay. But even their comfort is Roy-coded—clumsy, quiet, almost afraid of itself. It’s not a flood of reassurance. It’s not forgiveness. It’s just presence. Barely there, but still something. And Kendall cries like he’s mourning the fact that even this—their version of softness—hurts. Because he’s still hoping someone will say it out loud: You’re not a monster. And they never quite do.

Pope is the same. He reaches out in his own language: proximity, protection, silence. He shows up at Deran’s house instead of saying I’m scared. He watches Lena from the corner of a room instead of saying I miss your mother. He buries things instead of naming them. His grief is silent because Smurf taught him that anything louder would be punished.

Kendall tries the opposite. He floods the room. He says it all. He weaponizes his pain because it’s the only card he has left. He gives everything away and then watches people recoil. And still, he keeps showing up. He wants to be loved so badly it’s like a second skin. And he doesn't believe he deserves it—but God, he needs it.

Both of them move like men who’ve never been touched gently. Pope flinches. Kendall leans in too far. Pope is stillness under pressure. Kendall is chaos in a thousand-dollar suit. And yet—same wound. Different casing.

And what makes it worse? Everyone else lets them do it. Lets them carry it. Pope is the one they rely on to get blood off the floor. Kendall is the one who takes the fall. Pope drives the getaway car. Kendall throws the press conference. They’re not thanked. They’re not trusted. They’re just used. And when they snap, it’s their fault.

They’re not just the emotional centers of their families. They’re the sinks. The place where the guilt pools. The ones everyone else looks at and thinks at least I’m not him.

Kendall wears his grief in the open—spills it across hotel rooms, microphones, late-night phone calls. Pope holds it in his teeth, grinds it down until it makes him sick. Kendall is water—he floats, drowns, floods. Pope is fire—contained, quiet, always about to ignite. But they’re chasing the same thing: peace. Not power. Not glory. Just rest.

Neither of them gets it.

They keep being dragged back in. By loyalty. By guilt. By blood. Smurf dies and Pope still follows the echoes of her voice. Logan lives and dies and lives again in Kendall’s head, like a punishment. And no matter how much they give—how much they suffer—no one ever says, You can stop now. You’ve done enough. You can just be a person.

They’re both sons of empires dressed as families. They were never allowed to want things. Never allowed to say no. Never allowed to leave.

But they still try.

Same ache. Different name.