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Anna Kendrick as Darby Carter in Love Life 1x02

#what is this andy on ur dash #huh #what #whats going on #otterly andrina

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I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me I told you I didn't want to go to this dinner You know I don't go for those ones that you bother about So when they say something that makes me start to simmer That fancy wine won't put this fire out, oh Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up I won't shut up Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up I won't shut up I'd like to buy you a pair of pillow-soled hiking boots To help you with your climb Or rather, to help the bodies that you step over, along your route So they won't hurt like mine

#DUDE sorry but this is the MOST andrina song ive ever haerd in my entire life #esp considering the last dinner scene #ignore this or maybe u already have bc u unfollowed andy #GOSH #about #coral

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SLYTHERIN:

“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” 

–Rage Against The Machine (Killing in the Name)

#the energy #about #should this be where i end lmfao

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Whatever happens tonight, I want you to remember one thing. You’re not doing this for me, you’re not doing this for you. Somewhere out there is an 8 y.o. girl lying in bed, dreaming of being a criminal. Let’s do this for her.

Ocean’s Eight (2018, dir. Gary Ross)

#oh wait this too #about

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#otterly adorable #otterly andrina

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I love you.

#oh love this one #rowdy and randy

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good for them! 

Girls Who Steal ❤️

#about

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Andy on the run, 

Hi, I’m Julia Morris.

#about

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#time for the goodbye spam #this gose out to more six of crows lol #rowdy and randy

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No Mourners || Rowdy N Randy

Summary: Andrina and Rob Triton blow this Popsicle stand-- see ya later, suckers. 

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ROB   Rob got a text from an unknown number. It was three words. It changed everything.   We got him.   He knew immediately it was Joan. That Joan was talkin’ about Fakhir. That somehow — somehow — they’d gotten Fakhir out of prison. Whether the money Rob had wired ‘em had sponsored a lawyer or somehow busted him out.   Where, Rob texted back.   The next answer was coordinates. A date. All in a code that they’d made up long ago. Rob committed it to memory.    He needed to leave town.   He was overdue to leave town.    He’d gotten comfortable here, settled.    This text was a jolt. A reminder that he wasn’t ever supposed to be in Swynlake that long.    He needed to do something about it. He needed to leave.   He filed that thought away and went to dinner with the Triton family.   After that pretty uneventful dinner — and the very eventful aftermath — Rob lay on the mattress he called a bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, smokin’ a cigarette. He thought of the text. He turned to Andrina who was sitting besides him, shifting so he was on his side.   “Hey, I need to get out of town,” he said. “Soon as possible, actually. And I can’t come back. Not for a long time at least.” He paused. “Wanna come?”    Even after the fight, he thought she might say no. She did have her family here, after all, and family bonds ran deep. Asking her to pick up everything she’d ever known and never come back was somethin’ big. Well, not that she couldn’t come back. But he couldn’t. Not for a long time at least.   If he had doubt, though, it didn’t show on his face, as he smiled and took another drag. 

  ANDRINA Andrina was going to leave Swynlake. 

The anger that fueled her throughout her confrontation with Tina hadn’t left yet. Instead, it tunneled ever deeper through her, becoming a permanent part of Andrina Triton. Because with the anger came freedom. She had realized as she stalked home-- well, to Rob’s place-- that if she truly no longer gave a fuck about her sisters’ feelings, there was nothing that she couldn’t do. She could quit her job at Whosits and Whatsits, which she only did to make Daddy happy. She could move out of her apartment and crash with Rob, because she spent enough time with him anyway. She could refuse to come to family dinners every single fucking day of the week. No more checking in, more more ‘reporting for duty, mister!’, no more movie nights where her sisters squabble for literally a half hour over someone’s choice.    She didn’t have to, not anymore. Would her sisters hate her? Maybe. But hey, not giving a fuck, remember!    There was a new Andrina here, one waiting to burst forth from her cocoon after so many years of suffocating. What did an Andrina who was not beholden to the Tritons look like? Did she get more shit done? Did she laugh more? Was she happier?    Andy got to find out.   So actually what Andy was doing while in Rob’s bed was looking at cruises online. She’d never been on a cruise before, but it sounded like the kind of thing that was up her alley. What better way to fuck off from Swynlake for a week or two and come back rejuvenated? Attina hated her little Blackpool stunt? Well how about a little jaunt through the Caribbean!    Rob would come with her. They’d dance and fuck and steal the left earrings off all the rich ladies. They’d eat an unlimited supply of frozen yogurt. Maybe they’d stay on the islands, who knows!   Then Rob, like he was reading her mind, propositioned her before she could proposition him.    Her eyebrows raised. “Are you cheating off me?” Andy said and, giggling, she playfully moved her phone against her chest as if she was hiding her answers. “I was literally just looking for some way to fuck off. Granted, I was thinking more of the honeymoon variety but…” she tossed her phone to the edge of the bed and then clambered onto his lap, her thighs on either side. “Whatcha thinking?” She pressed the pad of her thumb in the middle of Rob’s sexy, bushy brows. “You have your plotting face on. Is it illegal?”    Rob   “Nah,” said Rob after he’d laughed and let out a little sigh of relief he didn’t even know he had in him. He rested his hands on Andrina’s legs, lookin’ up at her, his back against the wall.    “Well. Okay, we wouldn’t be doin’ anything illegal.” Yet. Actually I don’t know all the details, but long story short, one of my mates was in prison and now he’s not and the whole gang’s finally in a place where we can meet up. Well not the whole gang…”   This was more about his life than he’d ever divulged. If Andrina was gonna skip town with him and meet Fakhir and Joan and Martin, then, well, he might as well tell her.   “Most of ‘em except Tuck, who’s studyin’ to be a priest or somethin’ — but the rest of ‘em are my crew from back in the day.” His fingers danced up her thigh, fiddling with the hem of her shorts, findin’ somethin’ to do so he didn’t feel as… exposed as he did. “But it’s Joan and Martin and Fakhir — he’s the one outta prison. Which wasn’t a stealin’ things thing so much as it was a wrong place, wrong time thing.”   He chuckled, “But yeah, always meant to use this place as a pit stop before we all got back together to pull off more jobs. And if you’re comin’ along we can dream a little bigger.” He sat up a little straighter, leaning towards her, almost like he was gonna kiss her. “I always wanted to rob a private museum. Or a billionaire with a fancy security system. Need a full team for that, though.”   He caught her lip between his teeth, pullin’ her closer.    “First step’s gettin’ to bloody Croatia though. So y’know, actually a pretty lovely honeymoon destination.” 

  ANDRINA Andrina had never heard any of these names before. They belonged to pre-Rob-Triton. To a pre-Rob-in-Swynlake, even. This was him before, the man who Andrina had only ever glimpsed. The mystery of that Rob had absolutely been part of not only his appeal, but the appeal of the different skills he offered her. Learning how to pickpocket, to pick locks, to plan a robbery--these were all roads into his mystery.   Andrina didn’t actually want to know, by the way, the answer. But she liked being part of the mystery as it unraveled or got more complicated. And this was definitely a handful of new clues. Look at all the people who knew her husband undoubtedly better than Andrina herself.    She wanted to meet them.   Actually, she wanted them to meet her. She imagined wiggling her fingers and flashing that ring at their faces. She imagined pulling out her laptop and showing them what she could do. Would there be a place for her? It sounded like maybe there could be, if only temporarily.    And in Croatia too. She’d never been there.    Andrina tilted her head. Her hands trailed down Rob’s neck, brushed over his collarbone. She gripped his shoulders. They had sex like this often, Andrina fucking Rob into this grimy little mattress, watching him watch her.    “I could get behind Croatia,” she said. One of her flirtiest smiles flashed across her face and she teased a little playful pout into her voice as she took on the role of silly girlfriend. “Did you tell them about me at all? D’you think they’d like me?”   

ROB   “They know about you,” said Rob, “though the ring’s gonna be a surprise.”   He had, actually, told Joan and the lot about Andrina, though he hadn’t mentioned a name, just that there was a girl and she could get into any security system she wanted. That had been enough to impress the gang, though Rob was certain Joan’d think Andrina was hot.    “May’ve been talkin’ you up for a time,” he admitted, kissin’ her on the neck. “Dinnit mention a name, though, security hazard an’ all. But you’re our key to steppin’ up to the next level — if you’re interested.”   He still spoke a little cautiously, somethin’ deep inside of him afraid she’d laugh and tell him thanks, but no thanks. That he’d been a fun little adventure for a while, but now she was goin’ to get back to the things that really mattered to her.   But she didn’t seem to want to back off. Andrina’s eyes glimmered. She looked interested. She looked — she looked like she was going to stay with him. For now. That was all that mattered, really.    “But they’ll like you. If I like you, they’ll like you,” he said, kissin’ her on the mouth now. “We’ve, er, just got to leave as soon as we possibly can in order to make it to our rendezvous point on the specified date. Like within a day. 

  ANDRINA Well, Andrina liked to be the talk of the town. Or the talk of the Tritons. Or the talk of a criminal gang. She smirked, heart fluttering like a girl with a silly playground crush, as Rob kissed her cheek and stroked her hair and flattered her. She’d be more embarrassed about how easy it was to butter her up if it didn’t feel so good-- and if Andrina didn’t think she deserved it.    And you know what? There was no place for her, her talents, her interests here in Swynlake. She’d known that practically since her mum died. Year after year, she tried to ignore it on behalf of her sisters. Year after year, she enrolled in a Pride U class under the guise of taking her life seriously. Year after year, she dropped out, failed to turn in an assignment, took a pass/fail. She’d accumulated a hodgepodge of credits she didn’t care about and wasted so much of Daddy’s money on a big pile of nothing.    The only class she’d never failed was this school of hard knocks, so to speak. Maybe she had an unfair advantage, being a princess with a credit card and nothing to lose. Maybe it wasn’t a perfect fit either because of that but--    Why’d she feel more like herself with Rob than anywhere else, if that was true?    She was starting to think this prank-marriage was going to stick. It wasn’t a prank at all. Or maybe it was a prank on herself-- surprise Andrina! You love something. Maybe not the boy, but you love this life.    She leaned down and kissed Rob full on the mouth and the line between those two things blurred. She didn’t need to pull it apart and define it. She had something better-- and that was Rob’s respect.   “I’m in,” she said against his lips. She leaned away and leaned back to unhook her bra. “We have time for a shag first, right, Mr. Triton?” She flashed a teasing smile as she peeled her own bra off and then held it out to the side, let it dangle there for a second, before she dropped it. 

  ROB    Now really, Rob dinnit know how he’d got here. Swynlake was supposed to be a one and done. But he’d stayed. Now he was married. It had all been a joke. Hadn’t it? Just for shits and giggles and they went along with it all and now his name was officially Rob Triton on a document somewhere and here was his wife takin’ off her bra and tellin’ him she’d run away with him.   Rob had known long ago that a life of a family and kids and a white picket fence would never be in the cards for him. He’d go mad, even if there was something nice about it. But there was no way he could do what he did best and also have that.   But he had somethin’ better.    He looked at Andrina and he kissed her on the mouth and he thought, well, maybe this was somethin’    This was more than something. This — Andrina — was the best thing. He wanted her to come along. He’d been bracin’ himself for the no. But she was coming with him. The intensity of the relief shocked him. He dinnit want to go anywhere without this woman.   He didn’t know if one day he’d wake up and feel differently — or if she would — but for now, he was gonna take that feelin’ and ride with it. Because there wasn’t anyone else in this world who’d not only ride with him, but pull him along too.    Rob knotted a hand in Andrina’s hair, kissing at her jawline. “For you?” he chuckled, running his free hand up her side. “Always time.”   

#para #rowdy and randy #UGH MY BABY ALL GROWN UP AND ROBBIN PEOPLE #goodbye my dear

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LOUD 

In the middle of the night when the wolves come out They head straight for your heart Like a bullet in the dark One by one, I take them down We can run and hide, ain’t goin’ down without a fight I hear them calling for you I hear them calling for you

this one is also genius

ROWDY N RANDY 

So put your hands up Cause it's a stand up And I won't be leaving 'til I finish stealing every piece of your heart Every piece of your heart

This one had GENUINE competition though so please give it up for honorable mentions Steal My Girl and She’s Not Afraid 

Lauryl’s Ships as One Direction Songs

#rowdy and randy #about #music

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#otterly andrina #isnt she hot and vicious #i love her

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And here was the thing:

Attina didn’t really care what Andrina did with her life. Really, she didn’t. As long as Andrina was happy, but Attina had never been convinced of that. And maybe that was her own shortcoming but it had nothing to do with her wanting more for Andrina (though, yeah, she kind of did.) She just wanted Andrina to be properly happy. Maybe marrying Rob was what made her truly happy. Attina would understand that. More than anything, Attina would understand that.

But, she didn’t think that was the case either. And that’s what pissed her off.

Maybe she wanted too much from Andrina but there was no chance to fix it now. Attina didn’t want to fix it now. She was done being her sister’s keeper.

The sound of her sister’s manic laugh bounced around the kitchen. 

(And in that moment, they were mirrors of each other, because Attina did that too, when she was upset–she laughed and laughed because sometimes, that was all you could do.)

When Andrina lunged forward and grabbed onto her like they were pre-teens again fighting over something stupid and not worth it, Attina acted on instinct, jerking back. When Andrina didn’t let go, she reached forward and grabbed onto Andrina’s chocolate tresses. She yanked back just as hard, hissing out a proper mermaid-growl from deep in her throat. They tussled back and forth for a few moments, each trying to gain the upper-hand. 

“Fuck you,” she snarled, knocking Andrina sideways into the counter to throw her off. Attina flipped her hair back once Andrina let go and stared at her sister with wide eyes.

Her scalp was throbbing, but honestly, she was glad for the pain. At least it meant she could still feel at all.

“Get out of here, Andrina,” Attina commanded, trying to keep her voice even, though it trembled anyway. “You need to go cool off.” 

Get out of here, Andrina.

Oh. Oh she would.

Andrina panted, flipping her hair. Her scalp throbbed. Her forearm was probably bruised from the counter-smash. But she didn’t care either. She loved the pain and relished the horrified look on her sister’s face. She hope she had left her own marks. She wanted Attina bruised in more than just ego. She knew that was cruel of her, but she didn’t care about that either. 

When Andrina got angry, Attina was right-- she liked other people to hurt. And hurt. And hurt.

She was going to hurt Attina much deeper than this. 

So Andrina’s eyes were cold. She licked her lip, tasting a little blood from where she’d bit it in the tussle. A smile twitched there.

“Okay, Tiny,” she said. “Whatever you say, Tiny. You’re the oldest, after all.” 

And then she flipped her sister off with both fingers and walked backwards. “Bye bitch.” 

She pushed out of the kitchen and headed straight for the front door. She could hear Daddy calling her name. She could hear the stairs creaking, some of her sisters probably, leaning over the railing. Andrina did not listen. Andrina did not hesitate. 

“Rob, we’re leaving!” Andrina called sing-song and was out the door. She smiled, tossing her hair one more time over her shoulder. 

And Andrina did not look back.  

Not About You || Coral

#gif chat #coral #and fin....

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or sometimes ur external motivation is ur husband who is a mastermind thief

The worst long term aspect of ADHD for me is the complete lack of internal motivation. 

I have no needs or wants. I have no drive. Now this aspect of executive dysfunction is much more severe in me than others, but its true for all ADHDers non the less.. the difficulty with internal motivation.

Is it any wonder ADHDers have difficulty changing? To change, you have to want to change.. but with out internal motivation, its hard to get there.

Needs and wants drives people. It’s what motivates them. But a person with no needs or wants? 

All of my motivations are therefore external. I live to help others. And I don’t mean that in a depressive hopeless kind of way. 

The only thing that keeps me going is helping others. It’s why I do all this blogging. It’s the only thing that keeps me going. 

Even the changes I made were so I can help people better and hurt my friends and family less.

You might have read about adults with undiagnosed and untreated ADHD who do nothing and achieve nothing. This is one of the reasons why. 

#wow this is LITERALLY perfectly timed #for my post #nice going blog #about

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Andrina laughed and Attina wanted to slap her. She suddenly felt 7, 10, 13 years old again. They used to fight viciously, Andrina and Attina. Complete with hair-pulling and promises never to ever speak to one another again. There was slamming doors and screaming and tears. Attina used to lock Andrina out and Andrina used to purposefully make things messy. They fought over bathroom time and whose turn it was to do the dishes and who had to babysit the younger sisters and Andrina’s messes and Attina’s neuroses. 

It used to be their mum who’d stop it. Who would sit them down and make them talk it out in calm, gentle voices.

And then, their mum died.

And then, for the most part, the fighting stopped.

Everything was buried. 

“It’s not my fault you hate your life, Andrina! It is not my fault that you have a dead end job and the only way you find any joy is by hurting other people and doing absolutely asinine things for attention. It’s pathetic. Grow up. You’re an adult, but you act like you’re still a fucking teenager. Mum would be so disappointed in you.” 

Here’s the thing-- the reason why Attina, her mother, and the rest of the Tritons would never understand her.

She didn’t hate her life. 

She liked her dead-end job, for the most part. She liked coasting as an assistant manager, with just enough responsibility to order people around and not enough to be held accountable on the truly boring bullshit. She spent hours at work on her phone, reading much more interesting things. She found neat, kooky treasures from faraway lands. She snogged Rob on the job. She didn’t want anything more, and she could get by with much less. 

She also loved doing absolutely asinine things for attention because doing asinine things for attention was 1. fun and 2. a political fuck-you. See, childhood, Andrina had come to believe, was a state of resistance. Growing up groomed a kid to behave in what was an unfair, fucked-up, sexist, racist, anti-magick society, and so the whole process was really just an 18-year-long brainwashing. But children could misbehave in subversive ways and get away with it. She admired them. She applauded them. She wanted to be one, forever. 

So everything Tina said was wrong. 

Then there was that last bit.

Mom would be so disappointed in you.

And Andrina laughed again. It was a smaller laugh-- caught between a scoff before she really leaned into it. She laughed a little harder and flipped her hair and shook her head. When she was done, she smiled at her sister.

“Yeah,” she said with that smile. “She would.” 

And then Andrina lunged, grabbing fistfuls of Attina’s hair and yanking as hard as she could, shrieking wildly “FUCK YOU!” 

Not About You || Coral

#gif chat #i could not find a cat fight gif which??? is absurd but #coral

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“Yeah, we all know, Attina!” 

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So what? Andrina declared and Attina felt her heart snap in her chest like a bough breaking and the last bit of patience and understanding she had for her sister withered and died.

“Of course you wouldn’t understand!” Attina snarled right back.

“You are so selfish you don’t even care when your actions hurt other people! You don’t live in a fucking bubble. No matter what you may want to be the case, your actions affect other people. Your actions hurt other people whether you think that they should or not. And now, you have to live with the consequences of your actions, Andrina. Which is that I’m so unbelievably pissed at you that I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you for it. You can’t joke it away. You can’t laugh it off. You could’ve at least shown some goddamn sensitivity but you didn’t, because you think life is one big fucking joke.”

“Hey, I’m not responsible for the way YOU feel!” Andrina shouted. 

And then-- she laughed.

Because it was fucking funny. What the hell was Attina even mad about?! That she didn’t get to go to Andy’s wedding? That Andrina was married and Attina wasn’t? That Andrina took like, one fucking day off being Sad in Solidarity to have some time to herself?!

Jesus, if being a good sister meant getting permission to be happy, she was sick of it.

Oh wait-- that’s exactly what it meant in this twisted, horrible family!!! Because every November, her sisters all paused their lives to mourn. Because Daddy was still paralyzed with enough grief to keep them all in this shitty town.Looks like Tiny was gonna take a lesson from Daddy too, huh? Well Andy wasn’t going to die here, miserable and co-dependent. 

“Look, I’m sorry that for some reason, me getting married is a personal insult to you, but that’s. On. You. I didn’t do anything wrong. You’re right, I didn’t think about you. I didn’t think about ANY OF YOU-- YOU HEAR THAT, GIRLS?” Andrina shouted. “I did something for me, and it wasn’t lightning any cars on fire, breaking into any homes, or vandalizing any storefronts. I. Got. Married. BIG. FUCKING. WHOOP. I think you’re the one who needs to learn the difference between selfishness and having a goddamn mind of your own because NEWSFLASH, TRITON FAMILY, I AM NOT YOUR OBEDIENT LITTLE DRONE. So go to fucking therapy, Attina, and talk to someone else about how you hate me now for not revolving my life around you and your latest fucking tragedy!” 

Not About You || Coral

#lets just buuuuuuuuuurn those bridges #gif chat #coral

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Andrina’s voice was abrasive as acid against Attina’s own anger. She felt as if she was getting chemical burns. Her skin was on fire. 

And she didn’t think–

Often, Attina didn’t when she was angry. She was petty and a bitch and she didn’t think, it was one time she was guaranteed to say the very first thought that came to mind–

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“Yeah, we all know, Attina!” 

The words flew outta her mouth before she could stop them. But she also didn’t care. She was angry in an instant: from zero to one hundred, her eyes sharp and narrowed. There was a part of her that knew that Tina was grieving, that this was all some weird misplaced anger, probably, that had more to do with Amelia’s death than it had to do with Andrina’s latest mistake.

She also didn’t care. She also resented that misplaced anger, and that, like always, she had to tiptoe in this family and perform the correct version of Andrina-- little Miss Comic Relief, her jokes family-friendly!!!

That’s now who she actually was though. She hated that role. And she hated her other persona-- little Miss Second in Command to the world’s most unreasonable, uncompromising, neurotic, selfish, melodramatic eldest sister. 

Yeah, Amelia died, but Attina was a bitch long before that. 

“So what?” Andrina continued without filter. “I mean, in regards to me, so what? That has literally nothing to do with me or Rob or me getting married to Rob. Nothing. There is zero reason why your grief should stop me from doing something I want to do when it has nothing to do with you.” 

Not About You || Coral

#look this is the harshest post ive probably written on andrina and i dont endorse it #tw for andrina being harsh #gif chat #coral