andrew's ties

Do you think Andrew tied Neil’s shoes for him before the team left to eat when they were at the cabin?

Because I’m picturing the whole team gawking while Neil sits there and insists, “I can tie my own shoes, Andrew.” And Andrew’s crouched down, tying them for Neil and swatting away his bandaged hands, as he unsympathetically retorts, “I don’t care. I’m hungry and I am not in the mood to sit here and watch you struggle for ten minutes just to prove a point.”

Ties - Archie Andrews Smut

REQUESTED: No, but I wanted to write this one because we all need more Archie in our lives.

WARNINGS: Fingering (just this part…I may do a pt 2 if it’s requested)

SUMMARY: Things get kind of heated between you and Archie after a classroom debate. Luckily, the boys’ locker room is free…

NOTES: A lot has happened, and I’ve been slightly frustrated, so we have this gem.

Based off the song “Ties” by Years & Years!

Originally posted by archic-andrews

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Okay, so I’ve had this stuck in my head lately and I figured I’d get it out here. Consider it my head canon on why Neil doesn’t like sweets. And OMFG, I did something that wasn’t ten pages! I did something short!!! Yay!

Uhm, so yeah, this deals with Neil’s/Nathaniel’s childhood, let’s just say the usual TFC warnings apply (Nathan, shall I say more?).

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Nathaniel was never really allowed chocolates when he was little; his mother would sneer about ‘too-sweet American crap’ and his father… well, his father didn’t believe in ‘spoiling’ him, didn’t believe in any type of treats. The most Nathaniel’s mother would do was give him some hard candy from time to time, little tart balls in bright cellophane which he could suck on to keep quiet.

Quiet was good, and the tart flavors cleared his throat of the thick taste of copper and salt and mucus, of sniffing back his tears or licking away the blood that trickled down from his nose.

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even underneath the waves, i’ll be holding on to you

aftg zombie au, “i want to go back for you”. warning: very long
basically, what would happen if neil and andrew were separated during an apocalypic situation.


The news says it first.

The world is ending and everything has gone to shit.

Nowhere is safe and nothing is okay anymore.

Nothing was ever okay, but they make it sound new, like this is something nobody expected to happen. Not here, never here.

It started with a virus. It was like the flu in every other way; the fever that kept people bedridden for days, the sickness and the headaches. It was like the flu in every other way but one: it slowly ate away at people’s insides, made living people into nothing but hollow hosts. Nobody would have expected a kindergarten teacher from the West to lash out her students but it was even worse when she bit one, and then he bit his mother three weeks later and she bit her boss. Like that, the vicious cycle continued. Everywhere there was panic, there was a disaster, there was death.

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princepscorvum  asked:

May I pretty please with a cherry on top have hurt/comfort with Andrew on his period? I'm on mine and it sucks and it's even MORE difficult for me to bind on my period :/ (sideblog kevindayum)

:( so sorry to hear! i hope this is good enough to distract you from that!

send us prompts!


very little kept andrew tied to his bed. it wasn’t that he didn’t feel safe (there was a novelty to locked doors and his own room in a household where he was slowly giving himself over to trust). it wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it (he had a lot of rooms, going through foster care, and though technically some of them were his own, none of them were really his).

it was that he couldn’t sleep, and the novelty of everything: the smell of new sheets and new laundry detergent and having a lock on the door to the first room he could actually call his; all of it was keeping him up these days.

so, these days he rarely slept. more often he passed the time with stolen cigarette butts by the back porch, maybe spent rifling through the pantry at 3 AM.

on these particular days though, he curls up on himself on the couch, at 10 PM, half-waiting for nicky to find him, half-waiting for the cramps to stop.

the lock on the door slides and clicked open. it was a sound andrew has grown acquainted to in the last two weeks since they moved in. nicky entered the living room smelling like sweat, alcohol, and cologne and that, too, is familiar.

“andrew, are you okay?”

andrew was reminded that this was the first time nicky had seen him on his period.

“cramps,” andrew stated.

there was a moment where nicky fumbled a little with that and andrew kind of reveled with the fact that nicky was struggling but trying to get his head wrapped around the fact that andrew was a boy.

“oh,” nicky surmised eventually. “do you need anything? pads, ice cream?”

andrew shook his head. “aaron already got them earlier.”

nicky blinked. “aaron got them.”

andrew raised a brow at him.

aaron had, in fact, got him his supplies. aaron had been doing that when they started talking before andrew killed tilda. he’d continued doing it afterwards.

“okay then,” nicky said, walking down the hall. “don’t stay up too late, okay?”

andrew nodded, well aware that nicky wasn’t going to see it.

he didn’t know how or when he fell asleep, but he did wake up to a blanket and a hot compress laid down on the floor beside the couch.

he is not poetry;


he is a jumbled mess of words crumpled together,
crashing against each other with too much force.


he is a dangerous habit that threatens disease,
too pretty to ignore, too alluring to avoid;
a warning sign in a busy highway,
tempting to ride through but too fatal to survive.


a type of control that is as self-made as it is nihilistic;
a riddle who for lack of solving begs to solve.


he is a history of bad news;
an overwritten case with coerced skin upon his body and criminalized will,
the entirety of a paralyzing numbness, and a vile, excruciating dissociation.


it is the best and highest ride of a lifetime,
and it’s meant to make heads dizzy and eyes blurry and minds race.


he craves vertigo within his boundaries,
where throwing himself headfirst is the only way out.


at the end, he falls for a poem who unravels his words,
and the mess that will follow tastes sugary sweet and, god fuck, so addictive.

—  oh, andrew, andrew. you’re a mystery wrapped in tongue-tied lies.

anonymous asked:

NTAMW is an activist against racism yet also engages in highly misogynistic activities including shouting down WOC and trying to police them. Andrew Ti runs a popular blog on racism, yet he has sent me messages telling me to kill myself and telling me that I deserve to die of brain cancer.

😒😒 I’ve come to the conclusion that most men don’t consider sexism to be oppression or as serious as anything a man could face

anonymous asked:

ok but why alexactly does 17776 have ties with andrew hussie and homestuck????

I’m pretty sure I’ve answered this already. short answer is, if you’ve read homestuck, you know why.

When people throw around a stereotype like “Asians are good at math” and congratulate themselves for promoting a positive stereotype…

…are they forgetting that a “nice” misconception implies tons of negative ones?

THIS WEEK: Cracked editor-in-chief Jack O'Brien sits down for 3 conversations about the racist stuff in pop-culture that white people just don’t see. First, he is joined by Kevin Avery of ‘Last Week Tonight’ and 'Denzel Washington is the Greatest Actor of All Time Period’, then he hops on the phone with Kid Fury and Crissle West from 'The Read’, and wraps up with a conversation with 'Yo Is This Racist?’ host Andrew Ti.

Racist Stuff White People Believe

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anonymous asked:

Yo I've seen your lesbian!percabeth headcanons, but what about gay!percabeth???

Good point friend! I’ll have to remedy that, so here are my gay!percabeth ideas

- Annabeth didn’t figure out he was Andrew until after the war ended; he was finally able to think things through once the pressure of constantly trying to save the world was off his shoulders

- Andrew had serious anxiety about coming out to Percy. He thought through every possible scenario and had many sleepless nights. He shouldn’t have worried though. Percy thought about it for a minute before enveloping him in a big hug, whispering how brave he must be and chiding him for not telling him sooner

- Percy going around introducing everyone to his boyfriend and explaining the situation to everyone alongside Andrew so he’s not alone. He grips Andrew’s hand the entire time, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb

- Percy talking to the Apollo cabin and getting Andrew started on hormones. A few days later he surprises Andrew with a whole closet full of new clothes and Andrew is speechless about how thoughtful Percy is

- Sally teaching Andrew how to shave and knot ties

- Andrew and Percy are the kind who can be wrestling one day and crying their eyes out over a sad movie the next

- Imagine Andrew and Percy taking trips to the beach, Percy throwing them into the waves and sharing underwater kisses

- Percy proposes, surprising everyone because he does it so romantically (really it’s because his mom helped plan it shhh)

- Imagine Percy and Andrew adopting kids and being parents. Percy would braid their hair and Andrew would help with homework. Sally has them over constantly - sometimes they wonder if the kids spend more time at their house or hers

- Percy and Andrew having a happy, caring family and being content with how their life turned out, no matter how crazy it was when they were younger

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