A photo from “My Name Is New York,” showing Woody Guthrie playing while he gets his shoes shined.
My name is New York, I’m a brick on a brick
I’m a hundred folks running, and ten dying sick
I’m a saint, I’m a sinner, a whore and her pimp
Your ocean’s the mirror I look in to primp.
—“My Name Is New York,” Woody Guthrie
"This Land Is Your Land" was written at a small rooming house on 43rd Street and Sixth Avenue on February 23, 1940, within a few days of his arrival.
Photo: Eric Schaal via the NY Times
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craving comfort. [blurb.]
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event | feb '23 blurb night
summary | andy's so proud of you when you finally seek him out for comfort.
pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader
warnings | sfw regression (daddy!andy and little!reader), reader is having an implied bad mental health day (anxious, stressed, overwhelmed), reader has been pushing andy away, fluffy comfort and sweet soft daddy!andy
word count | 466
requested by @bunnywinters | Could I submit a request for daddy!Andy where little!reader is having a bad mental day and she is not allowing Andy to take care of her and he has to give her a stern but gentle reminder of letting people care for her. She keeps pushing until she has a nightmare due to stress and comes to his office that night and says “I need you Daddy” (non-sexual) and let the comfort ensue 💕
an | aww thanks for this request friend, this is such a perfect way to start out our little hurt/comfort event <3 i kind of consolidated things for the sake of making it blurb-length, hope that's okay with you and hope you enjoy!!
"Daddy wants to help, bubba. But I can't if you don't let me." Andy's words are fresh in your mind as you stand meekly just outside his office door; in fact, they've been echoing in your head all day. You know your daddy's always here for you. Unfortunately, it usually takes you a while to come around to his help.
Looking down at your socks, you grumble softly. You had almost made it through the whole day; you were hoping to just sleep everything off and feel better in the morning. But then a nightmare hit, and things grew to be too unbearable. You needed your Daddy- you need him. "Need him," you mumble as a way to will yourself forward, taking the brave step of reaching up to knock softly against the door in front of you.
"Come in," Andy's kind voice calls from inside. Easing the door open, you peek around it, eyes settling in on the man as he sits at his desk. When his gaze finds you, his expression immediately softens. "Hey honey," he breathes, "what's up? You need something?"
Daring to take a step inside the office, you can't help but let your eyes fall to the floor as you fumble a bit for your words. Sensing your hesitancy, Andy rises from his seat, a knowing look already forming on his face. "Hey," he hums softly as he makes his way over to you, bending down in front of you as he attempts to catch your gaze once more. "You okay, pretty girl? What's on your mind, hmm?"
Against every effort you're putting into stopping it, you can't help but let your feelings of longing consume you; as you blink back tears, Andy reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Just... need you, Daddy."
Understanding your words the moment they leave your mouth, the broad man doesn't hesitate to pull you into his arms, rising back up to his feet as he cradles you close to his chest. Swaying you back and forth, he plants a kiss on the top of your head as you allow yourself finally to surrender and cling to him. "I'm right here, bubba. I got you- I'm so proud of you, little one. Know it's so hard to ask for help, but look at you- you're being so brave."
Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, you simply melt into Andy's embrace, finally letting out what feels like a huff of air that you've been holding in all day. "You're okay, sweetie. Daddy's here now, right here with you. Let's go sit on the sofa, hmm? Curl up with a blanket- we can grab you a juice box, too. Daddy wants to hear all about what's troublin' you, bub."
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