andy's stuff

cesy  asked:

More ASG?

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(Jumping around a bit to the afternoon/evening of the day after the dinner. Consensual fluffy mild D/S)


When Kent gets back from the rink Andy’s sitting in the suite’s armchair, one foot negligently propped up on a bolster while she scrolls through her phone. He closes the door, crosses the room, and sinks to his knees at her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head in her lap.  She buries her free hand in his hair, using the other to flick her phone to mute.

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anonymous asked:

Yeah. Tag Team is up next. *did their smile get smaller? Doesn't matter now they're smirking* Impossible? Pranks, we just /did/ the impossible. - Andy the Anon ((My stuff keeps getting eaten :'^) ))

Yeah, yeah *waves dismissively* well I’ll just sit here with my popcorn and watch you guys do that *eats more*

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“That hug… everybody was crying, the whole group was just choked up.” - Norman Reedus

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The cat has been out of the bag before, and yet, people lose interest and put it back in. People always move on. Sheriff in New Mexico reports a UFO encounter. The crew of the SS Ourang Medan dies mysteriously.

Really quick doodle of a really pretty boy 🍧♡