poor impulse control

archie macmillan. 24. dropout, laybout, bartender, boardie, drummer in dogs die in hot cars. if the moon smiled, she would resemble you. fucking bitch.

[archiefm]

evan mock & he/him  / cis man ‷ watch out , archie macmillan has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-four years old and celebrate their birthday on november 1st. they are from lewisham, london, reside in greystone complex and are currently working as a skateboard instructor / assistant park manager at alien gulch and a bartender at the wild pony. one thing you should know about them is he djs and publishes a monthly counterculture zine under the alias doctor zaius (  nora, she/her, 26, gmt )

archie is single + lives with ender​ and soggy​ in greystone complex. ( plus a syrian hamster called steely dan ). (  pinterest.   playlist.   muse tag.   open starters. )

        hi, i’m nora, n i’ll be writing archie, a soundcloud rapper who hosts the weekly quiz at the wild pony and dreams of his shitty band making it big. this intro is kind of cobbled together and shit, but hopefully you can get an idea of archie’s vibe by scrolling through my muse tag or checking out his pinterest !!  archie is my trash son who has lived rent free in my head for 7+ years now. i’m a little rusty cos i haven’t written in a group for ages but i’m so down to plot, either through ims or discord !! just let me know xo

stats.

name:    archie macmillan (born archibald but even his mother doesn’t call him that). age:   twenty-four.   november 1st / scorpio baybeyyy! gender & pronouns:    cis man, he/him. occupation:   bartender at the wild pony  /    assistant park manager at alien gulch skatepark   /   freelance ‘skateboard technician’  ( basically just means he knows his way around a y-tool ). other obligations:  hosts the weekly pub quiz at the wild pony     /        unpaid intern / volunteer at rocket radio fm   /   volunteers once a week at pluto pet pound to walk the dogs. archetypes:  the anarchist. the outcast. the going-nowhere-fast. the aimless. the hipster. the juvenile delinquent. the dirtbag. the motormouth. zodiac:  scorpio sun, aries moon, pisces rising. hometown:    lewisham, london. lived there until he was twelve. residency:  roswell, new mexico. ( greystone complex with ender and soggy. ) term of residency:   twelve years in london, uk. four months in butuan, philippines. three years in alberquerque, new mexico. five years in new york city before returning to his mum’s in alberquerque for another year. then three years ago he moved to roswell. tattoos:  covered in them. his sister aoife wanted to be a tattoo artist n growing up he was her walking canvas. he treats his body with the same disregard he treats most things, so it’s not unusual for him to get blackout drunk and surrender himself to the stick-n-poke whims of others. faceclaim:    evan mock.

aesthetics.

calloused fingers, drum sticks shoved in the back pocket of your jeans, a bookmarked tab named ‘hot local milfs in your area looking for love’, somehow managing to set instant noodles on fire, a skateboard with jenny holzer poetry scrawled across the bottom in tippex, stick-and-poke tattoo spelling ‘acab’ across your knuckles that you got at a house party while tripping on ket, trying every combination of wires before finding the right one, cheap silver DIY earrings banged into shape with a hammer, poorly translated slogan t-shirts, tie-dye crocs, salami cut into smiling faces, a door curtain made from spaghetti, bucket hats, cocaine karaoke, estrangement like second nature from a birthplace you never knew, having an excuse for everything.

character references.

daniel dessario (freaks & geeks), mercutio (romeo & juliet),  ronan (the raven cycle), yule (don’t look up), peter parker (the amazing spiderman), seth clearwater (twilight), lip gallagher (shameless), fuckshit (mid90s), sam (stardew valley), every skateboarder with a soundcloud alter ego i have ever met. 

general overview.

tw drugs, tw divorce

archie is a little all over the place because he’s still trying to figure himself out. he’d be more at home in the seventies with his laidback, no-qualms, everything is temporary attitude. archie’s a dropout, burnout goin’-nowhere-fast big city hick with small town dreams.

sleepy seventies head. kind of a sweetheart, but also kind of an asshole. 

half-british, half-flipino, all ravioli. his mum grew up in a pretty wealthy family in the city of butuan. she came to UCL in london to study fine art, met his dad who was doing politics, philosophy & economics, they popped out a kid (archie’s oldest brother, franco) and decided to get married because why not.

his dad worked at the home office, his mum ended up going freelance as a designer and then basically quitting her job to take care of the kids. (they ended up having five.)

archie’s childhood wasn’t that great, but also it wasn’t that shit?? his parents were in a loveless marriage and stayed together for convenience. he was the second youngest of five siblings and had that invulnerable nothing-can-kill-me attitude growing up which tended to get him in trouble with authority figures. was in and out of juvenile detention a few times as a kid for petty crimes like larcency, public indecency, trespassing, graffiti

when he was twelve his parents divorced. at this point, archie started seeing a therapist to deal with the separation of his parents and shortly after he was diagnosed with adhd which in all honesty made a lot of sense. he’d always struggled with sleep, impulse control, interrupting people and talking in class and had spent most of his youth trying twice as hard to achieve half the work and just thinking everyone else just got on with it. things calmed down a little once he was talking to a counsellor and on the right meds before picking up again when his mum decided to relocate the family which was a big hell no to pre-teen archie.

for a few months archie (when he was twelve), his mum, and sinead the only sibling still at home (the rest had moved out or gone to uni) lived in the philippines with his grandmother but he felt really estranged there and quite isolated from his culture because he’d never bothered to learn the language, figuring that everywhere spoke english anyway.

they were there for a couple of months while his mum figured out what she wanted to do. the lifestyle was incredibly different to the western culture he’d grown up with. he couldn’t really communicate with his grandparents because of the language barrier which only made him feel more isolated. he had his cousin, brook, who could speak english, but they lived quite far away and only really saw each other at family gatherings.

in 2009 archie, sinead & his mum went to stay with his mum’s cousins in albuquerque for thanksgiving and never left. at this point it was a bit up in the air as to how long they were staying there. the cousins owned a mobile home park where they lived on reduced rent for a few months while archie’s mum figured out where she was going to put down roots with her kids. when he was fourteen, his mum started teaching art at the university of new mexico.

archie re-entered education in the states, but was never really that passionate about classroom learning. he believed everything he needed to know about life could be taught to him skating a bowl or in the sweaty depths of a basement rave.

instability is central to him. he’s been to so many different schools and struggled at all of them, and despite being twenty-four he’s still trying to figure out what kind of person he is.

he doesn’t settle. he identifies as pansexual and polyamorous. he’s been called a fuckboy in the past, but it’s more like he’s a kid in a candy store when it comes to relationships. why pick one when you can have them all? will sleep with anyone, in the literal or euphemistic sense and thoroughly believes in the phrase ‘nice guys finish last’. falls in love every other day and has a very fickle and fleeting moral compass. when he likes someone, he’s a complete hopeless romantic, but it doesn’t take much to turn his head onto the next attractive stranger.

the epitome of the expression “brilliant but lazy” because if he wanted to succeed he totally could, but he doesn’t give enough of a shit to get out of bed. maybe he’s born with it, maybe it’s major depressive disorder and executive dysfunction!!

when he’s actually moving, archie has an abundance of energy but he seems to sleep all the time?? he’s awake in short bursts of life interrupted by regular naps. 

archie is like a cat. he can sleep just about anywhere. he’s mostly nocturnal, and doesn’t sleep at night at all because he thinks that night is far more alive than the day. after 11pm, you’ll find him hanging out on a rooftop skateboarding or in a dingy basement listening to a boiler room dj set off his nut on coke.

was the drummer of a big-in-his-town but small-everywhere-else crappy indie band. they always had a gig on at their local bar because there was nothing else to do. he rode off the success of this the whole way through school, and to some extent, still does. he mainly uses his musical abilities to pick up chicks.

never finished school. got a greyhound bus to NY at 17 with a skateboard, his best mate, a jar full of pennies, and dreams of being the next jackson pollock. they couch surfed for ages and were in a lot of dodgy situations until archie got pretty involved in the industrial skate scene. then they just slept on sk8rbois sofas and in their dirty basements for a while until they had enough money to rent a flat

did a brief stint at a new york art school before dropping out to become a musician, and then gave up on that as well. moved back home with his mum to albuquerque before heading down to roswell for a bit of independence. has been hopping around place to place since he left school at 16.

doesn’t really consider anywhere home, but rather the sound of skateboard wheels over tarmac, the feeling of cracking the top off an ice cold bottle of beer and slapping ur mates on the thighs or the sound a of a spray paint cannister spraying obscenities on a brick wall. he would go back home to lewisham but honestly his dad is never there, plus all his siblings have moved out, gone to college, or are travelling abroad now.

he never sticks down a job for too long. he’s interning at the local radio station because he thinks being a talk show host is his calling. it doesn’t pay, so he works at the wild pony most nights as a barman to cover the rent (except friday and saturday because those he keeps free for groovin on down which is super fuckin annoying for his colleagues). 

he has an addictive personality. tends to hyperfixate on a certain thing (skateboarding, record collecting, parkour, techno music, beat generation literature, cowboy boots, vintage levis, 80s arcade games) and then just devote all of his time to that one thing until the novelty wears off and he gets bored. he has a pretty tempestuous relationship with drugs and alcohol because of this and has been known to go on benders for little more than hedonistic desire to feel something. a very dedicated stoner. rarely smokes tobacco, but when he does, it’s from a pipe. 

kind of an amalgamation of daniel dessario and nick andopolis in freaks and geeks. obsessed with dad rock and can play electric guitar but is pretty bad at it. he’s decent at drums tho, probs cos he’s so restless

soundcloud rapper. need i say more. his username is somethin like shitboy69

is that one friend who’s always like “tame impala are so much better than the stone roses man. talking heads were the fucking bomb, you weren’t there, you don’t know david byrne like i do” etc etc pop culture references. also really into dad rock and fuckin loves parquet courts, sports team, sleaford mods, any kind of angry post-punk indie rock kinda thing.

is constantly saying he can’t read but in fact!! he can read. it just takes him a bit longer cos the words move around on the page he got that restless adhd energy baby. (couldn’t possibly be me, getting told for years my characters are adhd n being “like wtf no this is just how ppl behave??” and then getting diagnosed with adhd at the grand old age of 23)

his clothing style? archie’s always been a big fan of like, nirvana-style flannel shirts over band t-shirts, ripped jeans, headphones, converse trainers. when i imagine his dress sense, i think of duckie from pretty in pink and marty mcfly in back to the future. there’s a very 80s vibe. thick soles. wide legs. cat-eye sunglasses in every colour.

nervous ticks n quirks: he is always drumming his fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings n its fuckin annoying. he also chews the inside of his cheek when he’s stressed out which is a lot

that grilling mix of the artful dodger and peter pan. he’s a boy in the body of a man, who doesn’t want to grow up. he can’t accept the responsibility that comes with adulthood, and would prefer to be boisterous and carefree. he could be something great if he cared - the trouble is he’s too preoccupied having fun.

he can appear to be a largely unmotivated person bcos he gets so into the ideas stage of somethin but rarely ever follows through. like his big plan is to open a skate shop with his friends from the skatepark n they’ll all work there together n make custom boards for ppl but in reality he has no idea how to run a business and is pretty shit in customer service jobs other than bar work because he can get away with chatting to customers and kind of thrives on the busyness of working at a bar.

archie playlist.

archie’s band playlist.

wanted plots

ROOMMATE(S) !! someone who lives in greystone complex n would share a gross beer bottle dorito xbox flat with him    ( taken by: soggy and ender )

neighbours from greystone complex who are always threatening to report archie & roommate for playing their music too loud

skate gang. archie’s entire identity at the moment is kind of honed through skating because that’s his current obsessive hobby. he’s quite good at it too and has been featured in a few magazines. if anyone is a photographer or filmmaker we could have a little plot going with them, but i’d really just like some super chill mates with similar interests to archie for him to really vibe with.   ( taken by: jaden, open to loads others tho )

he wants to open his own skate store so someone with an interest in skating who also has the knowledge on how to run a business bcos frankly archie wld sink on his own

he makes his own zine. it’s very counterculture and covers the skate scene, aliens, nightlife, art, and lo-fi music. if your character wants in on that, hmu.

honestly brotps. i want so many brotps, if ur character is lad behaviour at all, then hook me up they could be best mates. alternatively they could just really see too much of themselves in each other and not get on spicy.

someone he had sex with in his first week there cos he thought he was only gonna be passing through roswell before travelling a bit but then he ended up running out of money and had to stay longer than planned and actually get a job there and now they just see each other in public and its well awks

unlikely friendship with someone quite solemn and quiet who could really balance him out  (  heather, open to others also )

shit bandmates in shit band, either called dogs die in hot cars or brain rot. indie shit, you can hear a playlist i made here. i imagine they’re a bit rough and ready, they just play gigs at local bars. archie drums. he’s trying to get better at guitar but he’s pretty shit. he’s okay at synth though.   ( bridget, daviat, & one open space )

late night party pals, maybe fellow bartenders who just drink in each others bars because they’re never up before midday and the only thing to do at night is go out  ( nathaniel, victoria, chandler, open to others )

fwbs, hook-ups, people who maybe thought they were gonna be like, an acutal thing, before realising archie’s just super touchy feely with everyone and doesn’t really have a problem dating multiple people at once, even though he might forget to tell them that’s the situation.  (  victoria, heather, open to others )

anything and everything. honestly please bombard me with messages, i’m on discord , or you can im me, i’m so slow to message but once we get the ball rolling i promise it’ll be a hoot ok pce and love x

[archiefm]

olivia.

olivia’s eyes scan over the boards again whilst she waits for a reply from archie. a sigh falls from her lips, “i asked which colour looks better” she reiterates, turning to look back at him. “hm. now you’re giving me too many options, where are the purple ones?” olivia quirks a brow at his words, “could you explain that in normal people terms? you’ve lost me”. “really? you’d let me do that, i’d fuckin’ love that but they uh — might come back broken” olivia couldn’t believe that archie would trust her enough to “borrow” some skateboards, that was very kind of him. 

       dropping down his sketchbook, archie pushes his wheely chair back from the reception desk and begins rifling through the drawers until his hand lands on a bundle of keys, various ‘thrasher’, ‘santa cruz’ and ‘supreme’ logo tags swinging from the jingling bundle. “totally subjective. that’s like asking how long’s a piece of string.” not exactly the same — pink was clearly the superior choice, but then again, that was a matter of archie’s perspective, and purple was more underground, pink’s younger cooler sibling. “believe it or not, it’s actually pretty fucking difficult to break a skateboard. you’d have to really want to break it. but we can make you up something cheap if you want so you won’t feel as bad. we do custom builds in the back, but we also have like, second hand shit that i could redesign the deck on and just give you to have a plan on. i’ll show you,” he chirps, and and hops to his feet, scooting around the desk to steer olivia over towards the workshop. “nah, it’s totally chill. you’re a friend of emmett, right? i’m sure he’ll vouch that you’re sound.” slotting the key into the lock, archie flung the door to the workshop open, workbenches stationed against the far side and tools wall-mounted above the station, while floor-to-ceiling iron shelves stacked trucks, decks, and rolls of grip tape. “after you.”

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jaden.

although his aim left a lot to be desired , jaden could trust archie in his ability to be a good sport — he had convinced others to accompany him to the park , to get dressed in ghillie suits and camouflage , only to be disappointed when they wearily jogged from one hay bale to another , paintball gun limp at their sides  . when it came to the two of them , sidekicks plucked straight from an eighties movie , the adrenaline was real , their amateur acrobatics well-intentioned ( even if they translated as borderline humiliating to any onlookers ) . the PHUT , PHUT , PHUT of three consecutive shots rung above ancient meme references ; their assailants may have been static , made of plywood and shoddy workmanship , but jaden’s mind had been flicked to war mode — none of it was fake in the imagination of a geek . the grey-face of his target was soon splattered shamrock . “ we can’t take cover forever !! the fate of the universe rests on our shoulders , “ a painty hand slapped against archie’s shoulder , a pep-talk from his master chief , “ come on , solider . dig deep . we’re all earth has left . you’re not hurt , are you ?? “ an empty concern , knowing that the worst him or archie could receive could be a coin-sized bruise against tender skin . 

      in moments like these, archie sometimes found himself wondering how he’d ever managed to land a girl like victoria. jaden was just as bad, wrapped up in an elaborate sci-fi fantasy that most men abandoned in their boyhood, still he’d landed himself with a fiancée and a kid to boot, a kind of responsibility that archie couldn’t even fathom. jacie was cute. he liked to hold her, watched the way her spit bobbled in the corners of her mouth, play peak-a-boo, and then pass her back to her dad when she began to cry or poop or puke, the unholy trininity of gifts that made archie want to steer clear of parenting like frodo in smaug’s lair with the ring. his moment of respite against the annexe only lasted a second, jaden rousing him from his stupor to continue their wayward mission, brother’s in arms against the barricades. “only my pride,” archie responded, every bit the han solo his younger self had wished he’d been. pulling down his paint-splattered goggles, the younger pledged, “let’s get these bloodsuckers once and for all.”  his body responded to the smack of jaden’s grip with a whole-body shiver, the dregs of a come down still swilling through his liver. he fought the urge to spark up the only way he knew how — with good friends and better distractions, colouring in the blank spaces to avoid noticing the cracks. “that’s for my wife!” archie bellowed, catching a cut-out in the centre of it’s beady, lopsided eyes, a smack of red dripping down it’s face. “and that’s—” and onslaught of pain that split across the woodchip. “—for my father!”

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olivia.

@archiefm​​ // LOCATION: alien gulch 

olivia looks up at the walls adorned with skate boards, she didn’t know where to start. recently she wanted to pick up a new hobby, she’d always wanted to start skate boarding and so she thought she’d go with that. she turns to see a vaguely familiar face next to her, “which of these boards do you think would suit me more?” liv asks the other, “i kinda like the pink one”. 

        he’s working on a sketch of a fictitious alien, something cross-hatched and vaguely resembling the demogorgon. archie’d finished the new series in one sitting, square-eyed and sleepless on the settee while the world carried on without him, and in doing so had renewed his interest in creating a comic strip in which the reader was abducted by aliens. “uh, what...?” archie asks, head snapping up to olivia, brain buffering as he tried to recall her question. “pink’s cool. it’s my favourite colour. i think you’d suit purple too, but i guess it’s less about the colour and more about the proportions of the board in relation to your weight.” setting down his pencils, archie sizes her up, brows knitting in the centre. “you can always borrow a couple before you commit to forking out. figure out what feels good, y’know?”

[archiefm]

stevie.

Stevie wrinkled her nose, letting out a breath that was somewhere between an outright huff and a disapproving sigh. She craned over Archie’s shoulder to get a look, which only served to strengthen her borderline temper tantrum. “You’re holding me hostage over twenty bucks and a Tame Impala shirt?” It didn’t matter that she’d gotten into the line over the same shirt – the wasn’t the point. All her cash was practically balled up in her pocket, but she was sure that she didn’t have enough for both Archie’s shirt and her own, which really negated the entire thing. She tilted back her head and did heave a sigh then, fishing the crumpled bills out of her pocket. Her count was right – she was five short.  She offered the man behind the counter an smile that wasn’t nearly as friendly as she intended, and made an attempt at a two-for-one bargain. She was met with the same clipped response, looking between the two of them like this were a situation with literally anything on the line. “This earns me karma and like, two free drinks,” she said, pressing the twenty into his palm. “And maybe joint custody of the shirt. Every other weekend until I forget. Do you accept the terms? Because I’ve got nothing at stake here Archie, I’ll walk,” she threatened, teasing lilt to her voice.

         archie was ready to cut his losses and bolt, maybe with the shirt in tow ( he was weighing up his moral stance on stealing from a merch stand, far less black and white than he’d feel about stealing from a supermarket ) when he felt a wad of dollar bills pressed against his palm. his features lifted with surprise, a muttered “jesus,” passing his lips ( his roman catholic mother would surely scald him for blaspheming ) as he made a mental note to himself that hostage situations worked. was that the intended takeaway stevie had designed to equip him with, or archie’s own perverted way of twisting the facts?   “wow. i mean, what the fuck — didn’t think that would actually work but here we are. fuck yeah, i accept the terms,” passing over the wad of bills, he exchanged them for a larger shirt, the kind that would whip loosely against his skin as he carved a bowl on his board, or would look cute and oversized like a nightie on stevie. in fact, it was possible they’d both fit into the shirt at once, if a little squeezed. “joint custody of tame impala starts now. you want the left arm hole or right?” archie propositioned, slipping the tame impala shirt over his ratty madonna tank top as he fiddled in the pocket of his shorts for something to repay them with. “hey— do you roll? we could split a pill in the portapotties, or smoke a doob if that ain’t your scene. my treat, as a big fat ‘thanks’ for the shirt. or like, half a shirt.”

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location:    merch stand @ E.T. fest.     open to:  vampire money folk + anyone else @roswellstarters​

            “how much is that? fifteen?” archie asked, attempting to haggle down the price of a band shirt ( to little success ). a clipped response of ‘twenty’ was thrown in his general direction by the white guy with dreads and neck tattoos, perched on a deck chair behind the merch stand. archie patted down the pockets of his palm tree swimming trunks — he could’ve sworn his wallet was in them a second ago. turning helplessly to the patron behind him in the queue, archie began to plea, a new standard of desperation even for him. “dude, i know this sounds super shady, but i promise i’ve been queuing up to get a tame impala shirt for like… nearly forty minutes and now my wallet’s vanished.” it was more like twenty minutes, but what was a little hyperbole now and then when you’d been robbed in the broad daylight of afternoon sun?  “do me a solid and lend me twenty dollars? i mean, it’s kinda in your best interests. you’re behind me in the queue, and until i move, you can’t move. and i’m not leaving without that shirt.”

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jaden.

location: alien gulch paintball park

status: open !! @roswellstarters​ ( capping at 5 responses ! )​

“ cover me !! “ a yell from a goggle-eyed brunette as he dashed from one hay bale to another , trigger-happy and pelting a 6-foot-tall alien cardboard cutout with viridian paint splatter . it was as close as he was going to get to ever being an extra in a sci-fi movie ; perhaps , if stranger things had a casting call , his passion alone would land him a bystander role , ten-point text in the rolling end credits . “ another one bites the dust — hah !! who’re you targeting next ?? “ 

        army crawling across the woodchip, archie shoddily attempted a roly poly to cover his compadre, his paintball gun smacking him in the shin as he threw his weight over and onto his shoulders. “ah, fuck!” split from his lips in his twangy east-london accent, the teenage boy with a 10k meme account instagram following that existed like a parasite within him failing to curb his urge to continue the statement, “—i can’t believe you’ve done this.”  for someone with ‘assistant park manager’ written on their laminated badge, archie was surprisingly shocking at paintball. fantasy met reality when he got to his feet and swiftly dodge-dove behind a stack of crates stacked up beside the annexe. “take cover!” shouted with all the conviction of a tom cruise action movie, before he stuck the nozzle of his paint gun rifle out the side of his hiding place, wild gunfire loosely aimed at the unresponsive cut-outs. 

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victoria.

she’s addicted to his reactions, a shot of validation straight to her veins—both thrilling and soothing and the easiest way to clamp down on the insecurity that occasionally creeps in. there’s no way to watch his breath hitch and his eyes roll back and worry what if. he wears his attraction plainly as one of their matching tattoos and victoria laps it up, though their physical chemistry was never a question. that’s the easy part; it’s the rest that she’s been known to fuck up. “what makes you horny?” she asks coyly, if a play so obvious can be coy. “this?” another graze of her teeth before she dissolves into laughter and collapses back against him, a hand absentmindedly reaching across to check his bad arm, touch gently lingering there. “come on, does it actually?” an arched brow and smug curl of her lip. “you’re so easy, baby.” satisfied she didn’t jostle him too much, her arm snakes back before tucking under him this time, between his body and the sheets, careful to keep her nails from snagging on either one. then curls herself against him, squeezing tight and only relinquishing her hold when his voice turns stern. an almost incredulous look as she pulls just far enough away to catch his eye. “okay, archie,” she nods like she’s impressed, eyes glinting. “i like when you tell me what to do.” her smirk is a challenge and her nose scrunches as she fluffs his hair. “so sweet. so brave.” 

her fingers don’t stop swirling patterns against his hair, even as her head hits the pillow and she feels herself turning inward. but his hand stills, big and warm and grounding against her rib cage. he’s searching her face with eyes that see too much and she tries to crane her neck away even as he climbs on top of her, wrangling her emotions before they can come spilling out. “tickle me? with what hand?” she deflects, tightening her grip around their interlocked fingers, holding it captive with a pointed look at his bad wrist. “you do realize you’re crushing me right?” she’s defiant even as he directs her face to his, the same move she pulled earlier, and her eyes automatically squeeze shut, but only a moment and she relents, blinking up at him with a pinched pout. “i’m fine, kid.” but a light eyeroll is the last of her resistance as her heart decides whether to race or settle– if his full attention, devoid of their usual heat, is the ultimate comfort or kind of terrifying. still she doesn’t look away, just gives herself over to his warm brown eyes feeling in a bit too deep. but there’s a solace in that, in the realization that it’s maybe just a smidge too late. the critical window to make it out unscathed is already shut. that her heart’s already charged its way in. then a shuddering inhale and huge groan. “fuckin’ hell, archie.” her arm swings over her face until she’s buried against her elbow, voice is muffled as her free hand clutches against his back. “i feel like i’m burning.”

              “that’s me. cheap n’ easy,” the grin he gives is one reserved for vic. even before the days when he knew, three tequilas deep, what her lips would feel like on his skin, archie’d had a smile that only she saw. snakelike, he softens himself around the edges and blends to suit his company. with victoria, it’s not so much adapting as it is a natural merge, opposite shades of the colour wheel that cancel each other out. he keeps one, screen snipped from a brad mondo youtube video, above his sink for those rare pockets of time when a green tinge of dye stubbornly clings to his hair and he needs to flush the colour out. “i’m like one of those shitty pay-by-the-hour motels on the interstate where you go to fuck someone else’s wife.” he imagines them twenty years older, him with a halo of thinning pink fuzz and burlap sacks beneath his eyes ; her with that same enigmatic sex appeal she wears like a red lip, a little sallower in the face, a little duller in her complexion, but that same spark of mischief glinting in the green. he imagines her as someone else’s girl, their ring on her finger, fat-bellied with the swell of their child in her stomach, and archie ( still a bachelor, for how could a boy like him ever settle down ? ) taking her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other on the bump. “we haven’t done that for a while, actually.” the motel thing, not the freakish baby fantasy — romantic notions of infidelity snatched like a lighter left out in a beer garden — back when they were lovers on the run, disguising the nature of their relationship from anyone who cared to speculate. these days, they’re practically inseparable. “this isn’t me asking, by the way, before you jump to conclusions, but like… do you ever think you’d wanna, i don’t know, like, maybe move in?” not that she needs to : they share a wall, three raps against the plaster and she’s climbing over the window sil and into the heat of his lap. 

              vic asks him what wrist he has to tickle her with, and if he were older he might find it too soon, but as it stands he’s unaware of his own mortality, each gnarly injury just another trophy for the cabinet of slowly ruining his body. “har har…” archie comments, finger sprung-loaded against his thumb to flick into her temple. “touche.” he disregards the accent and says it all wrong like a child whose learned to speak through reading, big words reeled out like magician hankies to leave a good impression in dinner table talk, until they butcher the pronunciation and the rabbit leaps out of the hat. “you know what’s good for that?” archie asks, the finger that had flicked her twisting a strand of hair behind her ear. “cold showers.” he can already feel her protests. “no, i’m serious! that’ll cool you down in more ways than one. plus like, all the most successful people swear by a cold shower in the morning. i saw a ted talk about it. and if i wanna steve jobs it and make a mil’ before i’m thirty—” archie cuts himself off, an itching sensation that he shouldn’t have said that. he knows that talking about age brings victoria out in hives, though it shouldn’t — she’s literally only two and a half years older. plus he has a birthday soon. “isn’t part of being a feminist, like, abandonning patriarchal norms?” he’d asked her once over a breakfast of oatmeal and store-bought waffles in bed, crumbs gathering in the creases of his frameless mattress. “i don’t see you goin’ around dropping hankies for me to pick up, or like, having to bring ender along to our dates as a chaperone, so why does it matter?” apparently it did to vic — he wouldn’t get it, so he didn’t push the matter. these days, archie makes a mental note to avoid the topic altogether. “if you think i’m joking about the cold shower, i’m not. s’good for aches and pains, too. though i’ll need to bag my tool.” lifting his arm, archie wriggles the fingers of his strapped up wrist. “seriously, i can’t get my splint wet, so let’s carrier bag this thing up, babycakes.” pulling her up from the mattress with his one good hand, archie bounces over to the en suite, humming the track by three of a kind, a deeply routed core memory of school discos and sherbet saucers spilling into technicolour focus. “alexa, play babycakes!”

[screenwrite]

Frances and Benji + undateable

FRANCES HA (2012) dir. Noah Baumbach, written by Noah Baumbach & Greta Gerwig

[archiefm]

SOGGY AND ARCHIE. One of Soggy’s love languages is giving gifts, he can’t necessarily afford anything extravagant but if he sees something that reminds him of Archie or just something he believes Archie will like he’s quick to pick it up for him. Sometimes they’re random knick-knacks he sees, sometimes they’re stolen pieces of candy, a few times he's gotten him a glass pipe, either way he has a tendency to toss it at him when he gets home, saying “I got this for you” with no other explanation.

screaming... crying... throwing up... they're literally the friends that whenever they go to the shop and they're like "do we need anything other than milk" archie's like "bring me back a little treat :)))" and whatever soggy brings he's guaranteed to love it. archie definitely does this too when he remembers, and will pick up the most random ass stoned looking mushroom statue from the dollar store or a 2XL hawaaian shirt at better off duds which he'll proudly present soggy with like look at this :)) saw it and thought of you :)). they are married!!!! sorry girlies!!!

[archiefm]

Have you ever screwed someone over?

    “screwed someone over what ? a table, definitely. the bar at the wild pony, once, when it was close down and vic and i were the only ones on shift. i've screwed someone over a sink... yeah a couple of times actually. a washing machine, once, with the spin cycle on the really angry jumpy bit ! hoo boy, that was... that was funky.”  @victoriaadsuar

[archiefm]

what do you have in your pockets right now?

   “uhhh.... a zippo. pretty neat one with the dog from bojack horseman on it. i wanna say like, mr. peanut butterhead? i don't watch the show, i stole this from a club in albuquerque. also got my wallet, an emergency condom — you just never know — some chewed up bubble gum that i think bridget must've put there, an empty weed baggie, and the wrapper from a reese's pieces peanut butter cup that victoria wrote her phone number down on like, eight months ago when i lost my phone and had to replace all my contacts. shows how often i wash these jeans.”

[archiefm]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋𝐀.

a playlist for archie & @victoriaadsuar.    [ 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ]

DRUNK TEXT ROMANCE  /  cyberbully mom club. |   COMING FOR YA  /  delilah montagu.  |   I MET SARAH IN THE BATHROOM  /  awfultune.  |  CLOUD 9  /  beach bunny.  |   OVERDRIVE  /  conan gray.  |  BLACK SHEEP  /  metric, brie larson.  |   CODEPENDENCY  /  orla gartland.  |  BIRDS  /  kate nash.  |   I WANT TO BE WITH YOU  /  chloe moriondo.   |   MARRY ME, ARCHIE  /  alvvays. |  NOTHING ELSE I COULD DO  /  ella jane.  |   TELEVISION / SO FAR SO GOOD  /  rex orange county.  |  FIT BUT YOU KNOW IT  /   the streets.  |   LOVE IN THE TIME OF SOCIALISM  /  yellow house.  |  AS LONG AS WE’RE TOGETHER  /  the lemon twigs.  |  MARRIED IN VEGAS  /  the vamps.  |  WISH YOU WERE SOBER  /  conan gray.   |  BEST FRIEND  /  rex orange county.  |  FUTILE DEVICES  /  sufjan stevens.   |   WEIRD AROUND YOU  /  eerie summer.  |  OUR DEAL  /  best coast.  |  LIKE OR LIKE LIKE   /  miniatue tigers.  |   SCRAWNY  /  wallows.  |   SWEET TALK   /  motel.  |   SHE’S IN PARTIES  /  bauhaus.  |   3 NIGHTS  /  dominic fike.  |  I WANNA FUCK YOU TIL I’M DEAD  /  yacht.  |   VERONICA  /  sultans of ping f.c.   |   LUA  /  bright eyes.  |   LAID /  james.   |   STUCK IN THE MIDDLE  /  tai verdes.   |   WATCH YOU SLEEP  /  girl in red.  |   TO BE ALONE WITH YOU  /  sufjan stevens. |   DON’T DELETE THE KISSES  /  wolf alice.    |  FADE INTO YOU  /  mazzy star.  |  SAVIOUR COMPLEX  /  phoebe bridgers.  |    NO CHOIR  /  florence + the machine.  

[armandgender]

I’m sooo strong and masculine my arm doesn’t even shake when I’m holding a pot over the sink while I fill it up with water (lying)

[archiefm]

brook continually wonders what kuya archie looks like without a buzzcut + with brown hair. and he keeps on pushing archie to try brook-like hairstyles. he's also tried to convince archie that the chocolate hills in bohol (his home province) are actually made from chocolate and that he has a pet tarsier.

growing up, archie actually did have long-ish dark brown hair, pretty similar to brook's! [1] [2] [3] he only buzzed it during the last three years. initially, the buzz cut was a response to a shoddy bleach job that too many cocktails and victoria adsuar definitely had a helping hand in, but he kind of loved it? shortly after, he bleached it again, and has since been red, purple, yellow, orange, and most notably candyfloss pink. although he totally gets his dodong thinks he should get his long hair back, archie feels way more comfortable with the cut now considered his token hairstyle (at least in roswell). it's helped him to come to terms with his queerr identity, and after adopting a more statement-making hairstyle, he's become less shy about dressing instinctively with bold colours and pattern mixing (clowncore). while some of his more traditional bisaya family members don't necessarily approve of the onslaught of stick-and-poke tattoos depicting bart simpson mooning and various memes that litter archie's skin, or the ever-changing colour of his hair, archie sees himself as a lot more free-spirited than his mother, being a second-generation filipino-american who's only visited his mother's homeland a handful of times. archie's probably stupid enough to believe the thing about the chocolate hills though ("it's gotta be dark chocolate, though, with like, cocoa instead of soil") and ABSOLUTELY believes brook about the pet tarsier. in fact, he's probably constantly pestering him for photos (which brook no doubt produces from a search engine).

[welcometoyouredoom]