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stardewsvalley · 17 hours
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Miles Teller as Andrew Neiman
Whiplash (2014) dir. Damien Chazelle
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requiemforpsyche · 6 months
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'you and I have begun to blur together'
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misguidedtreestump · 8 months
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Whiplash
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haterlain · 5 months
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whiplash screencap redraw
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oncasette · 5 months
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could you write for taking care of andrew neiman when he's sick ? like he literally refuses to stop practicing even though he's feverish and coughing, so reader finally stops him and makes him lay down with her. maybe some cuddling/comfort?
"102.4," you say before you remove the thermometer from between his lips. there's a thick sheen of sweat coating his face and sticking his bangs to his forehead. you know some of it's from his drumming, having had to literally drag him off of his kit nearly an hour ago, but you also know most of it is from the fever coursing through his veins.
you don't think you'd ever seen your boyfriend looking so pitiful.
"that's... normal," he says, but he's so unconvincing you don't think he'd argue if you fought him on that fact.
he whines as you step away from him, hand coming up to reach out for you as you walk toward the linen closet to grab a wash rag. you run it under the faucet just enough to saturate the fabric before you bring it back to him to place over his forehead.
"do you want me to get you anything to drink?" you ask. he shakes his head, a wet cough rumbling out of his throat that he softly apologizes for after.
"i need to get back to work," he mumbles.
"drew, honey," you say. "you're sick."
"i know," he says. he looks over at where his drums are sitting in the corner of the living room and you force his gaze back on you.
"you know this is your body's way of telling you to take a break."
"i know," he groans. "but fletcher gave us new material this morning and i need to have it down by tomorrow."
"i will go down to that school and kick his ass if i have to. you need to rest," you say. he offers you a weak chuckle, dragging your body further into his by your hips.
"will you lay with me, at least?" he asks.
"of course."
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dynafire · 7 months
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does this make sense to anyone else or am i just insanely autistic
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senawashere · 2 months
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lousolversons · 1 year
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Miles Teller as Andrew Neiman in WHIPLASH (2014), Dir. Damien Chazelle
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pilvimarja · 6 months
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quirkquarkquack · 1 year
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So has anyone else recently realized that one of their favorite character dynamics is the morally complicated (and often fucked up) mentor and apprentice relationship??
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cinemapphic · 1 year
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whiplash (2014) // shameika by fiona apple
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Today’s Autistic character of the day is:
Andrew Neiman from Whiplash (2014)
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my whisper confessions
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haterlain · 5 months
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well. yes
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oncasette · 5 months
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More Andrew Neiman? Maybe like a "come to bed" moment. He obviously won't listen because sleep is temporary, drums are forever. Last resort: you end up sitting in his lap and persuade him in other ways... ending with cuddling? 💓💓
this request is soooo old and i'm so so sorry but i hope everyone still enjoys. i'm trying to go back through my ask box and write the ones that still spark joy :)
you were seconds away from walking out into the living room and just snapping drew's stick in half. it wasn't that you hated his drumming. far from it, actually, it'd been one of the reasons you'd been so interested in him to begin with. but you were getting a little sick of hearing it at full volume through the thin plaster of your apartment's walls in the wee hours of the morning.
"drew?" you called. nothing. or, not nothing. the incessant banging was something.
you grumbled as you pushed yourself up and out of the cocoon you'd constructed, keeping a single blanket wrapped tight over your shoulders as a barrier for the cold threatening to hit you. throwing open the door, you came face to face with your boyfriend. he didn't even spare a glance, winced eyes locked on the kit in front of him.
"andrew!" you shout in hopes that it'll break through his trance better than your regular speaking voice. he looks up quick and shakes his head. you hear his cadence falter slightly. he grabs the cymbal to stall its movement and gathers both of his sticks into one hand.
"what is it?" he asks groggily. the bags under his eyes beg for your further interruption.
"can you please come to bed?" you ask. you offer him your best pout in hopes that it'll sway him.
"i will soon, i've almost got this." he stretches out his back and resets his sticks.
"you said that six hours ago," you say. you shuffle a foot or so closer to him.
"babe-"
"c'mon, drew. you know i usually let you play for however long you want. just come to bed tonight. for me, please?" you ask as you come around the side of the kit. you drop yourself down into his lap, his hands instinctively coming around to hold your waist and keep you settled there. allowing the thin blanket to drop off your shoulders, you bring one hand up to force his gaze on you.
he whispers your name.
leaning forward, you slant your mouth over his. he hesitates at first and you know he's seconds away from pulling away completely to urge you back into your bedroom so that he can get back to work, but then he's melting into you. his hold tightens on your waist and his tongue slips into the gap between your lips and you feel the tension in his shoulders ease as he leans further in to capture your gasp.
he breaks away but he offer you no space. "only for you."
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requiemforpsyche · 3 months
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um hi. furrified neiman and fletcher. if that means anything.
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