#ft. andy

[laceyyu]

Are you happy Andy is back?

'Course I am. He's my brother, and more importantly my nephews have their dad back. Just because I have more complicated feelings on the matter as well doesn't mean I'm not happy about it.

@andybrookes

[burkebowls]

@archieburke: Brooklyn’s finest. Share with the class?

↳INSTAGRAM: @krisspyandy uploaded a photo:

Working on some drawings today with my toughest critic around to keep me humble.

[flimsy-spine]

wife :)

[localaceken]

Hello The Amazing Digital Circus fandom-

[jawbrkrs]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 .  both  of  their  blood  ran  hot  ,  and  them  combined  was  like  a  ticking  time  bomb,  bound  to  explode.  it  was  what  attracted  him  to  her  from  the  get  go  .  "  don't  start  that  —  "  his  words  hit  a  brick  wall  whenever  this  subject  was  broached  .  "  what  are  you  trying  to  prove  ?  because  it  ain't  gonna'  work andy .  "  he  asserts  ,  maneuvering  so  she  has  no  choice  but  to  meet  stoney  blue  eyes  .  "  I  swear  woman  ,  you  can  be  so  damn  hard  headed.  "  he  grumbles  ,  frustration  lacing  his  words  .  yet  ,  he  couldn't  help  but  admire  the  fire  within  her  .   "  I  can't  just  quit.  you  and  I  both  know  that.  "  his  fate  with  the  crew  had  been  etched  in  stone  long  before  she  entered  came  into  play  ,  a  destiny  that  would  shadow  him  till  his  last  breath  .  a  heavy  sigh  ,  as  weighty  as  an  anchor  ,  escaped  his  lips  ,  her  words  landing  like  a  sucker  punch  to  his  gut  .  "  c'mere."  he  murmurs  ,  broad  shoulders  relaxing  as  he  drew  her  into  his  chest  .  "  do  you  trust  me  ?  yes  or  no  .  "

unfortunately for hendrix, she was JUST as fucking stubborn as him. if not, more so. hazel hues bore into his, never faltering as she took a step forward, arms crossing over her chest, " i can take of myself. been doing so for a long time. " though admittedly she'd be lying if she didn't admit that she was a little afraid. mainly for him and the company he surrounded himself with. falling in love with this devilishly handsome asshole was not on her fucking agenda. not that she could ever ADMIT those feelings she worked hard to bury down deep. " so YOU gonna quit your stupid shit, or not? you think you outta protect me but what about YOU? who's protecting you? "

[socialc1imb]

“When my four aces beat his straight he tried to take my life.

That son of a bitch! The roach of a man!

Drew his gun, and changed my plans.”

“No, i’m not innocent!”

Do NOT repost my art without asking/without credit.

[wassupmygays]

"Throwing it back to hopping the bus to Herald Square."

photos by Andy Henderson, via the Outsiders Facebook

[royhasissues]

Oh, I love fucked up Torbek. This is the best fey curse Torbek has gotten

[vi-tamblyn]

"listen, all I'm saying is that you're going to be the reason the doors get sealed for the rest of time and we'll be the latest victims of mr. jenkins." vi stated with a playful demenor as she continued to rummage around the room for clues. "you were the one who said you'd handle that one and I put my full trust in you as a fellow escapee but now, we're just going to be another headline in cityton, USA. and when the ghost hunter's ask, I'm fully throwing you under the bus."

just then, an idea popped into her head when her eyes landed on a seemingly unimportant flyer for a therapist. "rethink, rework, reflect..." the words quiet yet soon flung a light switch in her brain. "that's it!" her hands, adorned with chipping paint on her nails, sprung for a (very fake) piece of glass and tossed it over to andy. "place it below the symbols and see if numbers appear!"

open: @aurorabaystarter

location: the bunker

"Dude, I don't know what you want me to do!"

The countdown clock on the wall was mocking Andy. It stared down over the little room they were trapped in judgmentally as she glared at a sequence of symbols that would lead to the last key that would get them out of his godforsaken torture chamber.

"I don't know what these things mean! Why the shit did I think that this would be fun!"

[bluespring864]

If anyone is in need of a silly tennis story, here's one for you:

You know the ceremonial Wimbledon Champions' dance which has become a thing again in recent years?

It's an old tradition but it had been pretty much forgotten about until a player thought to bring it back. They even got the approval of the chairman of the All England Club and of course then had to run this by the other player who won the Championship that year, who happened to be Serena Williams.

Now before you even ask who would be brave enough to ask Serena Williams to dance... yes of course it was Novak Djokovic.

They danced to 'Night Fever' by the Bee Gees because why the hell not.

But what Novak in his usual impulsiveness did not think about or perhaps did not care about was that this meant that he was settling every winner thereafter with this dance tradition again - which, since he did this in 2015, meant that, sure enough, in 2016 one Andy Murray immediately got asked about whether he would dance with the winner of the Women's Championship who happened to be, once again, Serena Williams.

Well, who would be brave enough to refuse to dance with Serena Williams? Yeah, you've guessed it.

A quote and a pic under the cut. Enjoy. And choose your fighter :D

2016:

"No. No, no," said Murray, in his dry, deadpan fashion, during one of the many media commitments that followed his [win]. "It can go into retirement again and the next winners can try again, but no dancing for me tonight. Unless I've had a few glasses of champagne - then it's possible."

quoted from the Sunday Morning Herald

2015:

from Serena Williams' instagram

[creepcreeps]

a witch and her black-cat familiar celebrate spooky day

spot the difference

[andoutofharm]

back in black!

(okc, 3/11/24)

[w1tchs0up]

previously mentioned bucciarati tattoo

[fyrewalks]

did you bring the latkes? // @strangewonderful

"Did I bring the latkes," Tommy repeats, voice rising in pitch with each syllable. He looks down at his hands, each fist wrapped around an expensive bottle of wine, and then at Andie's, holding a platter of cookies, carefully balanced and wrapped in plastic wrap.

"No, I did not bring the latkes," he hisses. "I cant make latkes." Tommy's a decent enough cook, but anything that involved frying was beyond his skill. Not to mention, it brought out firefighter-induced anxieties. He's seen too many kitchen fires to trust any bit of oil, no matter how shallow.

[last-of-the-independents]

ANDY ROBINSON as FRANK RYAN in RYAN'S HOPE, S1. E349 (1976)

[drewohara]

What’s a smell that reminds you of home?

"Sunscreen and the Pacific Ocean--that's all Aurora Bay right there, baby."

"But Steve-o and Andman also kinda Pavlov dogged me or whatever so that now whenever I smell pizza or weed, I think of them...which is like thinking of home too."

@mackonestevie, @andyacostas

simple & soft asks.