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Hello Andrew !
He has grabbed my attention and is refusing to release me…so handsome, young, strong and sexy
His cockiness reflects the size of his big beautiful biceps.
Andrew
My loose Clip for the Tangled “Breakaway” PMV from this week’s post by @kenmarlenn 🎬
(Part 2 of my art for the PMV can be found HERE: "End Credit Picture")
So amazing to be on board with such a talented cast list of artists in creating a tribute to the Disney Tangled fandom. Big special THANKS to @silverhart-makes-art for allowing me the use of their fantastic Dark Kingdom depiction, and @sheerakk for all the encouragement given throughout the whole production :)
Check out the whole Tangled PMV here! Hope you all enjoy!
Reblog this with you favorite Trc character x favorite SoC character x favorite Aftg character x your height I’m trying to prove a theory.
Okk but the entire of episode 17 is exactly why I love Andrew & Akko together & think they would be great for each other. So far we have seen how serious Andrew is & his supposed (not really) dislike of witches, and how apparently he doesn't care that much about Akko. Yet he instantly recognizes her, covers her & Amanda up (which btw was breaking the rules), and when they talk we see their opposing views, but the thing is, Andrew needs to chill & take control over his life, he needs a bit of Akko's passion. Akko, on the other hand, could use some of Andrew more grounded personality & his critical thinking (I mean he's kind of right about her worshipping of Chariot) and maturity. And THEN of course Andrew helps her again, defends her & we finish the episode with them smiling at each other 🥺
Hey, can we have a Yan!Andrew Graves with Reader?
genre: sfw, headcanons + fic
characters: yandere!andrew graves x reader
warnings: manipulation, gaslighting, obsession, possessive andrew
a/n: i don't normally write yandere characters so this was a bit of a challenge. hope this suits your request and enjoyed reading!
He's so obsessed with you but he's subtle with it—more like whatever stupid thing he does, he'll make sure you don't see it.
When he loves you, he'll make sure to keep you happy just so you will always come to him whenever something happens. He'll open a bottle cap for you without being told, he'll wipe your mouth with his fingers if it's messy—totally not putting them in his mouth afterwards. He'll open the door for you, let you cry on his shoulder, gives you hugs when you need it. Every subtle thing to manipulate you into coming back to him when you need support.
If someone talks to you, he'll be right behind you with arms wrapped around your waist while glaring daggers at the other person.
"No, no. Continue. Don't mind me, pretend that I don't exist."
To you, his tone sounds normal but to the poor guy, it's like a cleaver skinning them alive.
If someone even looks at you without you knowing, it's gonna be hell for them. He somehow won't be afraid to kidnap that person, tie them up and threaten them with Andrew's favorite cleaver until the person is diagnosed with PTSD.
He will shamelessly go back to you with a smile on his handsome face as if nothing happened.
Andrew would kill anyone for you but if you tell him not to, he won't.
Although, he knows you would be scared if you saw him murdering people, he won't do it anyways. The last thing he wants is you running away from him.
You have no idea why people start to turn their backs on you and you would think that you've done something wrong. So, you ask Andrew for advice or if he knows anything, exactly what he planned for.
And he would smile innocently from his success and spread out his arms. You would dive into his comfy sweater without knowing the hands that are holding you are the hands that have done so many questionable and criminal acts.
"C'mere you. Aw, you poor thing! I'm sure no one hates you. Who would? They're probably out of social energy from a rough day or something. Don't you worry!"
He'll kiss your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, your lips. You would smile and he would smile into the kiss while thinking how naive you are.
He admits sometimes that he feels guilty for deceiving you but what can he do? How could he come up to you and admit to all the crimes he's done? You wouldn't look at him the same anymore, would you? Would you still love him despite knowing what he did or what he ate? He wouldn't take any risks. If he has the person he loves the most in his arms, why would he easily throw you away?
If the truth hasn't been told, he'll keep you for himself. He'll keep you forever.
You knew he acted differently than normal people. He's a little different because of his upbringing, and that's normal for kids with neglected parents growing up with a weird habit of theirs and that was just his charm, right?
Because you think it was just a charm of his, you didn't run when you had the chance to. Besides, if he was so sweet to you, so kind to you, so good to you, he wouldn't hurt you, would he?
There's a reunion dinner later tonight with your old high school mates and of course you're coming. You haven't seen your friends in a long time. You've already informed Andrew of this and for the past week he was okay with it, but why is his tone now sounded . . . different?
"You're going?" He asked from the couch. One of his legs propped up on the other and an arm over the couch. His green eyes look up and down at your fit that he knows you chose the best from your closet. You're going to meet some nobodies with that outfit? You didn't even wear something so pretty when he's around! Not that you aren't pretty. It's just you put a tiny bit less effort when going out or being with Andrew.
"I've already told you, haven't I?" You're putting on your shoes at the front door and you hear some shuffling. Your hand is at the doorknob now. "I'll be back before ten. I prom—"
The door slams shut again before you could even open a crack. You can feel him behind you. His hands on the door, caging you between him and the solid wood.
"You are not going." His voice is low, almost threatening.
You turn around to face. You do not want to have this conversation right now. You're going to be late, that is if you find a way to stir this around to go your way.
"Andrew, this is unfair. Last week, you told me I can go so why are you backing out now? Tonight of all days!"
It wasn't his intention to upset you nor ruin your night but why are they taking you away from him?
"Why are you still excited about going? Don't you remember what they've done to you? They isolated you . . . remember?"
They isolated you. Yeah, right. He was the reason behind it anyways, but poor you who loves him too never suspected your own boyfriend was the culprit.
"They . . . didn't. You said they didn't have the energy to talk," your voice was almost a whisper. You weren't even confident of your own answer. You're starting to reminisce about the old days at school. Sure, they didn't talk to you anymore, but the reunion dinner is going to be different, right?
His hand moves down to lock the door but his actions made you take a step back, hitting the door. You forgot you're kind of trapped right now with no way out unless reasoning with him first.
"You don't really have to go . . ." The same hand moves up to your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear ever so gently it's almost . . . unnervingly creepy. "Do you?"
His eyebrow raised in question.
Your heart is starting to pick up its pace. Your fingertips are running cold. You don't understand yourself why you're so nervous in front of him. I mean, you had been nervous around him but this is a different kind of nervous. It's fear. Fear of him. However, he never hurt you yet. He never raised his voice to you. He's always been nice and sweet to you. But you really can't help this weird feeling.
So you slowly tell him how you feel.
"You're scaring me."
And there it is. It hit something in him. It's the last thing he wants, but the first thing to make you listen to him.
You can see his facial expression changes from demanding to guilt.
"Love, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me!" His caging arms now freeing you while backing away a bit, most likely a tactic to show you he's innocent. "I'm just saying, wouldn't you be left out at dinner? I don't want my pretty girl coming home sad and disappointed when the past week you've been so excited about this dinner."
Andrew takes your silence to continue. "Stay here. With me."
You really want to insist on going yet you don't want to risk starting a fight. But it's unfair! You always let him win you over, now he needs to listen and let you go. Maybe a small chance could probably lead to a huge success.
"But please!" You drag the word longer, hoping he'll give in. "I haven't seen my friends for I don't how many years. It's just this once."
You seem energetic again. He takes this chance to step closer, a hand on the side of your face. His thumb brushes along your glossed lips you put on earlier, smudging it. His gaze move up from your lips to your eyes.
"I'm sorry, darling, but no means no." He said it so softly before he kissed you longingly. You somehow melt into him despite your disagreement. He's really not losing—like always.
He broke off the kiss to continue persuading you to stay. "I'm doing this for your own good. Sometimes you're too naive to be staying around them. You're too nice. I've seen it. And it hurts to watch you being used and throw you away."
You exhale a deep breath from the stress. Maybe Andrew's right. Maybe you are too naive to realize. They asked you for homework and notes, but then one day, they stopped talking to you. Maybe they really did see no use in you they've fulfilled their satisfaction.
But Andrew . . . Andrew never stopped talking to you. Andrew never threw you away. Andrew was always there through it all. Andrew never left you by yourself.
Like right now.
"Okay," you spoke softly, like a whisper, before nodding your head. "I'll stay in with you."
Good thing you were looking at the ground because now, Andrew can't hide the big smile on his face. He successfully manages to keep you by his side. His heart beats rapidly from the excitement, his skin was buzzing. He can be with you tonight. He can stay with you. Just the two of you!
He pulls you in his arms and strokes your hair. "That's my good girl. Always so obedient." He kisses the crown of your head before leading you to your bedroom so you can change to a more comfortable clothes.
He dreams of having you by his side forever but he doesn't want to go to extreme measures such as locking you in or tying you up. Maybe not just yet. Since you're so good to him and love him too, you deserve to roam around freely until you start to disobey.
He wouldn't want to do it but tonight, he was close to doing so just from how persistent you were.
andrew garfield peter parker please come crack my back please my back hurts come grab me into your strong arms and crack my back please im begging andrew garfield peter parker c––
Everything is far too close for comfort and you're being pulled in a thousand directions at once. When the world calls your name answer loudly- there is nothing to fear.
Happy 1 year anniversary to Andrew chili rant
Some of the discord art program doodles i did wif friendz
𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓
ʳ ᵒ ᵗ ᵗ ᵉ ᶰ ᵗ ᵒ ᵗ ʰ ᵉ ᶜ ᵒ ʳ ᵉ
a musica começou a tocar e era possível escutar os gritos histéricos das fãs do naveen, entre elas jade. estava dançando e cantando sozinha até ver @fitzhcrbert em um dos cantos, não poderia deixar alguém parado sem aproveitar o show então tratou de puxa-lo para a pista e pertinho de si com um sorriso divertido nos lábios. ❪ um, dois, três, quatro... ❫ a cada contagem movia o quadril rebolando trazendo as mãos do fitzherbert para sua cintura tentando guia-lo nos movimentos. ❪ pra ficar maneiro eu jogo o clima lá no alto, alto em cima, alto em cima, alto em cima, alto em cima... ❫ sua voz começou a falhar, iria acabar ficando rouca mas quem se importava? continuava pulando junto com a multidão, as mãos erguidas e um riso lhe escapando pela energia que o show tinha, era quase como se pudesse esquecer todos os problemas e desastres, era só uma musica alta lhe entorpecendo a dançar até sentir os pés doerem. esperava que andrew estivesse se divertindo ou então ela teria que dar um jeito nisso.
I love this man with all my heart
"Lost mind after losing everything..."
"We will crush you, motherfuckers!" — Andrew (Ewen Bremner), Snowpiercer