Andy was still sitting backwards on his chair, arms propped up on the edge in front of him, chin resting there. He wasn’t even smiling like he had been earlier. He was just looking at Eddie. It took every bit of concentration Eddie had to not falter on the strings, letting his eyes flick back down to his hands to finish the song.
- Tired and Wired, chapter 22
This is a general (almost) mix for what is arguably the best fic I have ever read. Tired and Wired has made us laugh and made us cry, inspired art and mixes and graphics, and knitted this fandom together in a truly remarkable way. Katy, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I feel honoured to have had the chance to be a part of this experience, and I’m genuinely sad that it’s coming to an end.
the place i belong
damien rice - i remember
“for the little moments in residence when eddie catches andy before he’s seen, watching him go about doing mundane little things that he thinks are fantastic but andy doesn’t realize he’s doing, and he slowly begins to realize that he’s in love with him.”
from i’m in your hands tonight — an andy/eddie mix by softshinythings
a thingamajig for Tired and Wired by the illustrious Katy/softshinythings.