#co!andrew

[f-lvke]

Title: A Bottle of Beer Goes a Long Way

At the bar. Again. But this time, not a drop of abestine had touched Lucas's lips. Instead, his eyes were on Andrew. He knew Andrew; he was Q's kid after all. And the Royal Family was no less than popular. As high as his family title was, Andrew seemed disheveled now.

His black hair was a mess, fluffed up in all the wrong places. The collar of his shirt was tattered. And his gray eyes had long since dulled, from a iridescent light gray to a slightly darker, harder shade. His lips remained in a frown, only moving to accommodate the bottle he kept bringing to them.

Which was another thing; Andrew wasn't here to chat, not in the least. The look in his eyes made it obvious that the bottle in his hand wasn't the first, and certainly not the last. Even Joan, the bartender, gave him a sad look every time he passed by Andrew's seat.

Lucas watched Andrew with keen eyes, only flicking them away when he thought he'd been caught. He knew it would be better to just talk to him, and not just observe. But it was what he was used to, especially with new people. Though, something about him seemed different. Maybe it was just because of the way Andrew just seemed so–

"Hey."

Lucas looked up, pulled from his train of thought. He hadn't realized Andrew had moved his seat closer. Nor had he realized that he wanted to speak to him.

"Uhm- hey." Lucas's cheeks dusted a soft purple as he spoke, embarrassment filling him.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Andrew's words were slurred at the edges, but it was easy enough to tell what he meant.

Lucas shook his head, resting his cheek in his hand.

"I have things to do tonight," he said, stifling a little yawn. "And shouldn't you as well? I mean, you must have someone or something to go home to.. you have kids and a wife, don't you?"

Lucas noticed the way Andrew gritted his teeth at /wife/, and it only made him more curious.

"Kids," Andrew took another sip of his drink. "No wife. Had one, once. But, it was never really… official."

Lucas nodded. "Is she the reason why you're here?"

Andrew scoffed, twirling the now empty bottle in his hands. "Not the only reason," Lucas raised a brow, and it only seemed to cause Andrew to continue. "I have to attend court soon. And I don't have a lawyer."

"What a shame..." Lucas mumbled. "I've been told I have a way with words, perhaps I could be a lawyer."

"You?" Andrew cocked his head with a teasing grin. "You don't even know what I'm in for."

Lucas shrugged. "You can tell me when you're sober. Then we can decide prices, times…"

"You seem very quick witted."

"Alas, I admit it."

"I bet you'll be quite the lawyer."

"So that's a yes?"

Andrew nodded, waving his hand to order another drink.

"And really, you should drink with me. What more could you have to do?"

Lucas gave a little sigh, watching Andrew take a deep swig of the fresh bottle. "The night is young. Many things can be done in the calm light of the moon."

The only response he was given was an eye roll. He let his mind wander for just a few moments more, before deciding. He looked up at Andrew, and snatched his drink from his loose grip. He took a quick gulp, a little shiver going down his spine at the warmth that spread through him as the alcohol slipped down his throat.

He rested the bottle back on the counter when he was finished, a satisfied smile on his lips. Andrew looked slightly stunned, but snapped out of it in seconds. Lucas was given another eye roll as he took the bottle back.

"So?" Andrew questioned.

Just as Lucas was about to answer, a soft voice was heard from the doorway of the small bar.

"Papa?"

#cozysmp #gay people #holy shit #first writing on tumblr???!!!! #might go to ao3 next #i just need to wait for my invite #why do ao3 invites take so long #hi tumblr #co!lucas #co!andrew #gay #lgbtq+ #Minecraft #cosmp

[chaoticas-hell]

Nicky: what are you guys doing?

Neil, with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyes: having a 'self care' date

Nicky: oh can I join?

Andrew, matching Neil: what part of date do you not understand?

Nicky: but Kevin is here *points at a sleeping but matching Kevin*

Andrew: so?

Neil: we can't leave him out, he'll get lonely

Andrew: he's like our mascot.

Nicky:..........

#kevin is their permant 3rd wheel #he has too since he has no friends #and co dependency issues #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #andreil #kevin day #aftg kevin #nicky hemmick #all for the gay

[vivalgi]

Some of the former staff from PB have already founded a new narrative game startup.

#Don't ask me if he and Andrew are related though😅 #But Andrew seems to be one of the co-founders as well #looking forward #playchoices #pixelberry #choices stories you play

[uwmspeccoll]

Andrew Lang Fairy Stories

With this semester - and my internship - coming to a close, I wanted to hop back into my wheelhouse for the remainder of my time in Special Collections.

The Elf Maiden: And Other Stories is a collection of eleven tales edited by Scottish poet and novelist Andrew Lang (1844-1912) and illustrated by Henry J. Ford (1860-1941). The book was first published in London and New York by Longmans, Green, & Co. in 1906. The stories in this edition first appeared in three of Lang’s popular “Coloured" Fairy Books:  The Yellow Fairy Book (1894), The Pink Fairy Book (1897), and the The Brown Fairy Book (1904). Lang’s Fairy Books were a series of 24 children’s fairy tales, the most popular being the 12 Coloured" Fairy Books, that Lang’s wife, Leonora Blanche Alleyne (1851-1933) helped collaborate and translate.

Lang was considered to be one of the most versatile writers of his time. While he was a poet, historian, journalist, and critic, he was best known for his publications on folklore, mythology, and religion. Lang took an interest in folklore at a young age; he read John Ferguson McLennan before going to Oxford and was heavily influenced by Edward Burnett Tylor. 

Henry J. Ford was a prolific and successful English artist and illustrator. While he began exhibiting with historically-themed paintings and beautiful landscapes at the Royal Academy of Art in 1982, it was his contributions to illustrated books that raised him to fame. I was excited to find that he was most famous for the illustrations he provided for Lang’s popular Fairy Books, which captivated an entire generation of children in Britain; these books saw translations and republications during the 1880’s and 1890’s.

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-- Elizabeth V., Special Collections Undergraduate Writing Intern

#Fairy Tales #Andrew Lang #The Elf Maiden #Henry J. Ford #Longmans Green & Co. #Lang's Fairy Books #Andrew Lang's“Coloured" Fairy Books #folktales #children's books #Historical Curriculum Collection #Elizabeth V.

[quintessential-candles]

The scene of Jean going through the monster’s kitchen just radiates ‘Damn, bitch, you live like this!?’

#scheduling this for tomorrow Cos I’m Post Limited #aftg #all for the game #tsc #the sunshine court #Jean Moreau #The Monsters #Andrew Minyard #I know Aaron wasn’t in the dorm anymore at the time but I’m tagging him anyways :3 #Aaron Minyard #Kevin Day #Neil Josten #Nicky hemmick

[vohanna]

Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture

#who wore it best #and with it i mean their younger co-stars #whom i may or may not have a crush on #genuinely; I’ve thought ‘its giving paul mescal’ about billy harris’ instagram pictures before #james lance #billy harris #andrew scott #paul mescal #ted lasso #all of us strangers #do not for one second think that I didn’t immediately notice the cardigan when I saw that picture of Andrew scott and paul mescal

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Moment Of Everything

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?

Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You knew things had to change eventually. 

Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 

You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 

It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 

Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 

When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 

He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 

Only, the suspect got away. 

“We’ll find him again.”

Peter just grunted. 

“Peter.”

Nothing. 

“Peter!”

Again, nothing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”

“We are together in this.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”

“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tried running to catch up with him. 

“Nothing.”

“No, go ahead. Tell me.”

Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 

“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t know me-”

“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 

“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”

“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”

Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 

Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 

“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”

“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”

“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 

“I’m going for a shower.”

When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 

You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 

Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 

After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 

He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.

He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 

After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 

As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 

Then you heard Peter. 

He was tossing and turning, too. 

Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 

So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 

“I like Greek Mythology.”

A few seconds passed and then; “What?”

You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 

“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 

You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 

It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 

“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”

You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 

“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”

Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 

“Are you still there?”

Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”

“Okay.”

That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 

You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 

The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 

At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 

Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 

So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.

The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.

Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 

Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 

“Sorry for waking you.”

You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 

“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 

“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”

“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”

“What job?”

Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 

His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”

You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”

Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.

Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 

“Remind me again why you came to me?”

You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 

“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”

“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 

Then he hissed. 

“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”

“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”

“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”

What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 

“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”

“Found out?”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 

“But do you?”

Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 

You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 

So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 

Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 

Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 

Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 

Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 

“Th-This might sting a little.”

Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 

“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.

Even with his adapted DNA. 

“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”

“You sure they’ll be my size?”

You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”

“Okay.”

You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 

Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 

Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 

Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 

Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.

You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 

His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 

There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 

But you didn’t want that. 

Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 

And once they did, there was no turning back. 

At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 

Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 

“Was that-”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x fe!reader #fluff #angst #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends #tom holland! peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman #toby maguire spiderman #mcu #clint barton #shield #agents #co-workers #forced proximity #he fell first #greek mythology #the proposal #falling in love

[ladytrist]

Me showing a cute YA romance book to my friend: they look too cute!

Friend: *notices the cute couple in the cover* you just love them so much huh?

Me: Yes i do<3

#how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #spiderman #peter parker #gwen stacy #andrew garfield #emma stone #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #lockwood and co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #cameron chapman #ruby stokes #marionetta #julia lazarrett #morgana and oz

[blairpfaff]

ANDREW SCOTT | BAFTA Film Awards 2024

#give him back his emotional support co-star #andrew scott #edits

[girl-of-ink]

just realized that the watcher debacle is not only gonna cost the staff (annie + etc) their jobs, but ALSO they literally have brought andrew and adam onboard just to tank the company.

#ik a lot of people complaining don't care about worth it/steven/andrew & adam by extension #BUT i was actually a big fan of worth it and i was very excited for andrew and adam to join watcher & reunite the worth it team #so not only am i pissed off abt the whole situation --- and the fact that i won't be able to watch travel season---- #but i'm also pissed that steven convinced adam and andrew to join watcher only as they decided to destroy the company #hope that andrew + adam + annie + co have backup plans when this all goes down #morgan rambles #my ramblings #watcher #shane madej #steven lim #ryan bergara #andrew ilnyckyj #adam bianchi #worth it #travel season #ghost files #mystery files

[luzisahomosexual]

The foxes just won another game. Neil waddles over to Andrew to celebrate using his racket cos he’s so exhausted. When he gets there, he smiles at him before falling to the floor. Without a word, Andrew sits down in front of him. They both sit there silently, staring into each others eyes with their foreheads pressed together.

And that’s how the press and fans started speculating about their relationship😋

#I can’t write for shit but they have been taking up 99% of my thoughts for the past 2 weeks and #I keep imagining lil scenarios like this so thought I’d post one if idk #this is probably rlly cringe but wtva💀 #HELP THEY HAVE CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY #I CANT GO 10 MINUTES WITHOUT THINKING OF THEM #AND THE BOOKS IN GENERAL #I GET HYPERFIXATIONS ALL THE TIME BUT THEY ARE RARELY AS INTENSE AS THIS😭 #the last time it was this bad was when young royals s1 first came out and #I felt physically sick if I wasn’t watching the show #like literally #I had a shower and after it I was literally rolling round on the floor cos I felt so sick #love that #yey autism #woop woop #andreil #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil have taken over my life

[feigningroyalty]

I’m a sucker for found family stories

Particularly of desperate orphaned boys with immense trauma who hide their pain behind a stoic face and/or a charismatic smile who are constantly getting themselves into life threatening situations and will do anything to protect their found family

#anthony lockwood #alex rider #dirk gently #severin montagnet-alarie #kaz brekker #ronan lynch #andrew minyard #neil josten #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #alex rider tv #alex rider show #dirk gentlys holistic detective agency #dghda #the gilded wolves #six of crows #the crow club #trc ronan #the raven cycle #trc #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court

[fallenstarzz]

You know what? The Foxes DnD Nights would be INSANE.

#are you telling me those freaks would see a chance to do shit with no real world consequences and not immediatly descend into war crimes #Renee would DM because she is the only one trusted to be fair #Dan would be the most infuriating Lawful Good Dragonborn Paladin known to man #Neil and Andrew would have to be forbidden from playing rogues #Kevin is 100% a minmaxer human fighter. Matt judges him but then plays an equally minmaxrd half elf bard #they tried playing CoS once but Allison and Nicky got into an actual fight over who would get to try to seduce Strahd first #Aaron makes a joke character in the attempt to not get emontionally invested and proceeds to fail miserably. his death has everyone in tears #all for the game #aftg #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #matt boyd #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick

[astrosky33]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦

Google (especially Google images)

I’m sure this was already obvious but a lot of times when looking up an astrological question on Google a Wikipedia, Quora, or Reddit answer will pop up so it’s not reliable to Google things usually. Especially don’t trust the images on Google that have astrology “facts” on them because they’re usually inaccurate. Only trust articles written by real astrologers

Co-Star

For many people the chart’s show up inaccurate but also the horoscope interpretations are something you most definitely should not trust since the creators admitted to changing them to mess with people for fun.. red flag

Cafeastrology.com

Many of the definitions on this website are incorrect astrologically or are based on stereotypes and not written from actual astrological analysis

Astro-Charts.com

It’s unfortunate because this is always one of the first websites that pops up when searching celebrities but a lot of their information is incorrect. Aspects are often off a bit as well

The Rulership Book by Rex E Bills

Wasn’t written by a real astrologer and a lot of the meanings in it are inaccurate

Pinterest

Hopefully this was already obvious but so much on there is inaccurate I don’t even think I’ve seen more than 10 astrology posts on there with correct info

TikTok

90% of the astrology content on TikTok is incredibly in accurate and is one of the main reasons people believe all these false astrology stereotypes. There are very few you can trust -> tiktok astrologers you CAN trust

Markandrewholmes.com

Firstly this guy is not a real astrologer he’s an astronomer which are two different things for those who aren’t aware but secondly, he weirdly tries to imply the meanings of asteroids come from the story of the astronomers life who discovered the asteroid which isn’t true astrologically. At Kepler College I was told to stay away from this website

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#astro community #astrology #zodiac #astro placements #astrology tumblr #astro chart #birth chart #co star #cafe astrology #google #pinterest #the rulership book #tiktok #mark andrew holmes

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Today has been chock full of content and I'm overwhelmed, but here's one more because they're hilarious together. I love the exaggerated Irish accents they use when they're goofing around. Full buzzfeed celeb co-star test out tomorrow.

#andrew scott #paul mescal #co-star test #buzzfeed celeb #all of us strangers #aous promo #denzel paul wants your number

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Andreil and Kevin are the definition of that song "you and me and me and you just us and your friend Steve"

#kevin will forver have to 3rd wheel Andreil #he's their co dependent puppy #and has to put up with their ridiculousness #poor steve #i mean kevin #poor kevin #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #andreil #aftg kevin #kevin day #the kings men #tkm #all for the gay