Tag: andrew minyard

pinkygivingbrain:

man whatever you do, don’t think about andrew minyard’s first year after graduating palmetto state.

don’t think about how he goes from sharing a tiny ass dorm bed with neil every night for an entire year to sleeping alone in random hotel rooms and an empty apartment. don’t think about how he and kevin had only been apart once since kevin had come to south carolina but now there’s no more late night exy practices with neil and kevin and there’s no nicky and aaron wandering into their dorm at all hours of the day and night. there’s no more video game marathons and no more movie nights and no more dinners at sweetie’s or late nights at eden’s twilight.

definitely don’t think about how this is the first time they’ve all been out of his sight since he went to easthaven and this time, they’re all hours away and not going to be waiting for him when he gets back. now he can’t protect them

and there’s still life on the road with cigarettes and drinks in between but it’s… alone.

(most of all, don’t think of the way aaron’s chest gets tight when he’s stumbling exhausted out of his last class of the day and his brother is leaning against a wall just outside, waiting for him.

don’t think of halloween that year when nicky wakes up hungover, with a pounding headache, to a text from andrew. it’s just a picture message of some nut job dressed as a bull, and nicky laughs so hard he wakes up eric.

and sometimes kevin will be up late at the court by himself, looking at the goal without seeing it and thinking riko, riko, rikorikoriko and his phone will ring. andrew will say, “go the fuck to sleep you idiot. you’re fine.” and hang up. kevin will never, ever admit that from half a country away it still makes him feel safer.

really, really don’t think of neil coming back to the dorm after practice to find his room has been broken into. and he’s on high alert, of course (neil is always going to be more than a little paranoid) but he pushes the door open silently to see a dark silhouette perched on his desk, cigarette smoke around them wafting out the open window. and instead of feeling like he’s stepped into a cramped, drafty dorm room neil is blessed with the unmistakable feeling that he is home.)

thepalmtoptiger:

demisexualnjosten:

aledethanlast:

thepalmtoptiger:

Nicky and Andrew both find Neil extremely attractive and if them having similar tastes in guys isn’t hilarious, then I don’t know what is.

Andrew: *meets Erik* oh
Andrew to Andrew: *spray bottle in hand* I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch

the real reason nicky was pissed about roland knowing andrew was gay is that nicky and roland have totally fooled around before

Nicky likes to jokingly flirt with Kevin or talk about how hot Kevin is. Andrew finds Kevin’s personality annoying and would prefer it if Nicky didn’t constantly remind him of how attractive Kevin is.

bookingg-it:

Andrews characterization is so weird because he isn’t a good person. Like he’s actually an awful person but you learn to understand that’s it’s due to years in a cycle of abuse and also the consequences of stigmatization of mental illness with violent side effects. He has a tragic back story and it’s refreshing to see somehow who didn’t turn out better on the other side, because most of the time that’s not how it works. He’s mean and violent and thinks in a mostly black and white way, but he means well with his intentions. The way he thinks is very selfish but at the same time not at all. He’s such a dynamic and one of a kind character that you can’t help but admire how Nora wrote him.

he’s like slipping.
he’s like that 3:41AM slipping, sliding feeling
that comes from being too tired to sleep,
too scared of facing the monsters in your dreams.
he’s the last drag of a cigarette, the haze of the smoke.
he’s the slipping, sliding, falling feeling.
the need to be unconscious,
the fear of revisiting a nightmare.

he’s like, you know, that pit in your chest.
he’s like that 3:42AM cavity, the gap, the lack—
that’s what it is, it’s a lack, it’s an absence.
a missing part of your chest where your breath should be.
he’s all the trying failures, the heaving desperation
to have somethinganythingeverything to fill the space,
the whiskey, the nicotine, the poison.

he’s something like restlessness.
he’s like that 3:43AM tossing and turning,
the half-unconscious fighting for and against sleep.
like the itch of the covers and how many times can you flip this pillow,
how many positions are there for your arms before they start to tingle,
is it easier on your side or on your back,
don’tcloseyoureyesthat’swherethemonstersare.
he’s the itch you can’t scratch.

he’s along the lines of middle-of-the-night phone calls.
he’s like that 3:44AM buzz of your phone on the floor by your bed,
the scroll of his name across the screen.
he’s the whispered plea for a distraction,
the ican’tsleep, the iknowyoucan’teither.
he’s like the tilt in his own voice that results from
fear desperation restlessness. the need for sleep he won’t fulfill.
he’s the it’sokay you’ve never been used to hearing.

he’s like home.
he’s like that 3:45AM sinking into the mattress,
the hushing in your head that comes from feeling
right. he’s like the roof at midnight,
stars in the sky, cigarette between your fingers,
him at your side as an anchor.
he’s something safe, something warm, something—
home. he’s home.

he’s something like amazing // es
(via lailadermctt)

pipedraems:

@aaronminyarddefencenet’s first creation event:
week one >> favourite major character

anytime the foxes mentioned andrew’s upcoming sobriety or andrew’s name popped up in write-ups on the teams performance at games, the focus was on what a danger he was. people talked about his trial and how it saved them from andrew.

no one said what they were doing to save andrew from himself.