𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑷𝑻 — an examination of human nature as written by james ( they/them, 27, est ) for arconiafm.
𝗘𝗭𝗘𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗟 "𝗘𝗔𝗭𝗬" 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘. conversations. 𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗔 "𝗜𝗙𝗘" 𝗢𝗚𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗗𝗘. conversations. 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗭 "𝗡𝗘𝗭" 𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗔. conversations.

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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑷𝑻 — an examination of human nature as written by james ( they/them, 27, est ) for arconiafm.
𝗘𝗭𝗘𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗟 "𝗘𝗔𝗭𝗬" 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘. conversations. 𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗔 "𝗜𝗙𝗘" 𝗢𝗚𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗗𝗘. conversations. 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗭 "𝗡𝗘𝗭" 𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗔. conversations.
open starter; random location in the arconia
"Have you seen a black cat?" It was ironic that the one thing she couldn't ever find was her closest confidante: her cat Blair. One would think that an escape artist cat would be the perfect companion for someone who never had issues with finding lost things but Blair managed to sneak out of her apartment as well as under Miray's radar. "Or just a moving shadow?" Miray looked at them hopefully, her normally calm disposition ruffled.
there's a dilemma living inside ife, splitting them near - evenly in two as they dawdle in the hallway, one foot caught in the entryway of their apartment, and the rest of her frozen outside. "ah - um, no?" her shoulders tense up as she cranes her body around to look down the rest of the hallway, then back to miray. on one hand, it's a cat- and ife loves cats. like, so much. on the other hand - if it crosses her path, ife will believe they're so incredibly fucked. and she's already having a bad luck day to begin with, fingers layered with extra band - aids than what's considered normal for them. but if she doesn't help - "have you checked the dining room downstairs? i was walking by earlier and i swear, there's like, an entire full - blown tea party going on. i thought i like, shifted to bridgerton and was about to be declared the diamond of the, um, goshwhatsitcalled - season! and - i think they're serving tuna tartare! cats like tuna!" their voice squeaks towards the end as they run out of breath, gasping sharp as if she's just resurfaced.
"Obviously they don't describe it as cows milk, you know? They're like '2% okay?' or whatever. No one likes advertising where the sausage comes from." Although the mix of metaphors was rough, Atlas stood by it. "Yeah buddy!" His expression brightened even further, drumming his fingers on the table. "You know there's no one else that gets it? Fucking cashew milk should be the norm. But you say one thing about it and everyone acts like you want them to sing an aria at the Met with a full house. It shouldn't be such a big deal." Atlas had been vegan for at least a decade and he tried not to be a preachy one but sometimes he got lucky and the opportunity presented itself. "If we, as a culture, switched to more plant based products then we would all be much better off. Not to mention the environmental impacts. But you can't mess with dairy farmers or meat industry cause they've got enough money to take anyone down." He paused, knowing that the rant may not be Eazy's preferred conversation topic. "You know that you can buy an electric sweatshirt, dude. It could help you adjust."
"you know, that's always bothered me, man - 2% milk. what's the other percent?" an idle thought, the kind where his eyes glaze over for a moment, as if he's really contemplating the 98% of supposed not milk. eazy comes back to the conversation sooner than later, catching onto the latter part of atlas' rant with an agreeing nod. "nah, dude, i hear you - i mean don't get me wrong, i'm a meat man through and through, but i'm not gonna sit here and pretend it's all ... open meadows and rainbows. they're all like, why do it the sustainable, ethical way when it's quicker to just ..." his sentence trails off, not wanting to get into the nitty gritty of it, maybe; shoulders rolling back and pressing themselves against the back of his chair. "i'll tell you, though, dude - i'd go vegan any day over eating whatever kinda, like, lab meat they're trying to grow. talk about shivering my fucking timbers, man." nose scrunches, then unscrunches, at the thought. almost shivers again, his head jerking up at the mention of an electric fucking sweatshirt. "what?" his jaw drops - then picks itself back up with a clamp of teeth. "no way, man, how did i not know those existed? you're telling me i've been huddled by an electric fireplace everyday like i'm bracing the fucking arctic for nothing? shit." begrudgingly, eazy unfurls his arms from where they're comfortable, warm, phone in hand as he opens it up and starts typing. "if my sister knew about these and didn't tell me ... i don't even know, man. i'm feeling a new level of betrayal - julius caesar levels of betrayal. et tu, brutus?"
cosima leans against the bar with an easy grin, fingers idly spinning a cocktail shaker. already onto the next drink that needed done. “inez, don’t act like i’m doing you some huge favor,” she says, voice playful but sincere. “i wouldn't be here if i didn't want to. i’m covering tonight because, honestly? i like being behind the bar. chaos, chatter, pouring drinks — it’s my kind of fun.” she glances at the crowd, then back to inez, eyes bright. “and since you’re curious, robert is closing tonight. which means i'm a free woman here in a bit. you know what they say time flies when you're having fun.”
"oh, i'd never," she feigns an innocence than doesn't suit her, hand clasping against her chest, semi - earnest, "i know, i know - y'breathe and live to work. and i don't blame you any - if i could spend all my time away in my lil' studio, i probably would." a small pause, "okay, i lied - can't help that my focus splits in two and i wanna do everythin' at once - what i need is more hands. richer clients, too." there's a real passion for the work inez does outside of bartending - it just can't be helped that half her rent's covered by drunken tips alone. she snorts at the mention of robert, pushing herself off the counter to lean back against the stool she'd plopped herself down onto, "ask him to make sure he doesn't leave his grubby lil' fingerprints all over the glasses again. feels like i'm shinin' for two when i open." her fingers run back through her hair, ignoring the slight tug of curls that threaten to catch onto her rings. "alright, and as a free woman - what's yer' next plan of action? can't let the night end while it's still young, after all."
🫂 starter: open @arconiastarters
📍location: bark park
"Hey,hi, um... hello,” Ben called awkwardly, one hand raised to get the person’s attention while the other grabbed at the fabric of his pants, trying to subtly free himself from the thing attempting to eat his leg.
“Is this…” He waved his hand in the air, gesturing toward the dog growling and forcefully tugging at him. “…yours?” he asked, a strained smile on his lips as if he were trying to act like the situation was completely normal and as if he wasn't extremely scared and uncomfortable.
inez doesn't mean to bark out a laugh, loud and disrupting, at the sight of ben being hassled by the dog - but she does, hand clamping firm over grin - split mouth. "- oh, no, no - m'not home nearly enough to care for a lil' fella like this one -" her drawl's muffled beneath her palm, a tinge sheepish, extra pep in her step as she strides forth. she's still grinning as she presses her fingers to her lips - lets out a sharp, low whistle that sends the dog backwards. "c'mon, let up - go pick on someone yer' own size, yeah?" with a small, gentle yet firm nudge of her boot, the dog ( a pomeranian mix, inez thinks ) spins back on its heels and trots away. "i'm sorry - that wasn't funny, truly -" her gaze follows the dog for a moment before it's flickering over ben, a small knit of concern creased between her brows. "i bring dogs down here sometimes, y'know - for the older residents who can't always make it over - but he's not one of mine. y'okay? something -" a smile still tugging at her features, despite worry, "- something tells me you're not a dog person. call it a hunch. so - what brings you on over? some kinda' exposure therapy?"
( roberta colindrez, gender nonconforming, she/her ) ✧ ⸻ was that INEZ ORELLANA walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to 1001 from SAN SABA, TX. the 39 year old works as a METALWORKER & BARTENDER @ THE VELVET CELLAR seems like they’d be SPIRITED but also a little bit EVASIVE. whenever i see NEZ, i always think of SWEARING YOU CAN STILL FEEL THE WARMTH OF THE SUN WITHIN THE MOON'S STEADY GAZE, A BLISTERED HEAT BENEATH THE SKIN THAT SCREAMS COMFORT AND A SICK, TWISTING NOSTALGIA; PUSHING YOUR THUMBS INTO THE MEAT OF A NECTARINE UNTIL ITS STONE HEART POPS OUT - IMAGINING IT AS YOUR OWN, COLLARBONE LITTERED IN FINGERTIP BRUISES; & A PERPETUAL BEG AT THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE, PALMS GRITTED IN GRAVEL, AND AN UNWINDING MOUTH - PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME STAY WHOLE.
content warnings for ... fire, spousal death, and grief.
who: elias & open ( @arconiastarters ) where: deja brew DEJA BREW IS PACKED, a common occurrence for an apartment complex as big as this and being the only coffee shop within the walls of said complex. So it's a little bit of a surprise when Eli manages to get a whole table all to himself after getting the biggest coffee the girl at the counter would sell him. He's just about to take a sip of it, fingers already pulling up his FYP on TikTok, when a shadow blocks the overhead lighting. "You can have the extra seat, but fair warning. All I've talked about lately is Punch the Monkey and I have a lot of feelings about it."
they've lost track of time again; slipped somewhere beneath layers of paper mache and glue, in the crevices of their latest clay project now caked beneath fingernails. there's a glittery sheen to her hands that wasn't there an hour prior, and ife doesn't remember opening her glitter drawer. it just happens. sometimes, when she gets into the zone, like really into the zone - everything else feels like sleepwalking. an autopilot response keeping her well cared for. maintained. ife likes to think it's her body cheering her endeavors on, like there's little people running around in their brain and cranking levers and pulling ... whatever. this time, they've pressed the matcha button, and now she's holding one in her hands - comically large, with so much cold foam it leaks out the top of the lid and threatens to spill over the side - looking a little bit lost as she hovers over the empty seat. "what?" ife blinks, then something clicks inside their brain, and her shoulders slump together, "noooooooo - stop!" they flop down onto the chair, exaggerated, a soft shake to the table as she tosses her tote bag atop it. a ball of yarn tumbles out. she ignores it. "that's literally all that shows up when i open tiktok and i've cried, like, five separate times about him this week already. i had to delete the app! it was like, getting really serious - like, why are they so mean to him? all he wants is his mom -" a quiver of the bottom lip. a sniffle. "- he just wants to be loved!"
Location: Deja Brew
Atlas was absolutely stir crazy. Another weekend of snow so bad that neither he nor Mulder could go outside lest they risk getting lost a few steps outside of the building. That was why, despite his rather nice coffee machine in his apartment, he was sitting in Deja Brew with his laptop set up for editing. Normally Atlas wouldn't have dared such a thing because his focus was tenuous to say the least. Case in point, Atlas had barely opened up the video he wanted to post before he was chatting. "No, what I'm saying is that they have perfected the process of making oat milk to where we can steam it into an extremely decent cappuccino. No need to keep cow milk as the default."
eazy isn't built for cold weather - not the ongoing snow that just won't stop, or the black ice that coats the sidewalks and makes him feel like he should've competed for the winter olympics instead, or the fucking chill that seeps down his back every time he steps outside. he knows, deep down, that it's not so much different than doing a polar plunge, or riding waves in the wintertime - but god, he hates it. bundled up in too many layers than what's comfortable and still shivering, his leg shaking steadily beneath the table as he leans back into his seat, arms crossed over one another. "is cow's milk even the default anymore, dude? i feel like we've been, like, actively phasing it out. when's the last time you've gone somewhere and they've been like, cow's milk, sir?" his hands slide out from where they're tucked between arms comfortably, forming a little bowl out of palms and fingers; a mistake, evidently, in the way he quickly shoves them back beneath armpit. eazy's jaw flexes, then clenches; an attempt to not chatter his teeth. "don't get me wrong, dude, i fuck with oat milk and everything - but cashew milk is where's it at, all the way. it's like, top tier. got protein, if you make it at home it's got fucking fiber - i'd give everything to cashew milk. my fame, my fortune, like, maybe a kidney if i didn't need it -"
cosima wipes down the counter with a practiced flick of her wrist, sliding a cocktail shaker into place. the bar’s a little busier than usual, but she doesn’t miss a beat — eyes sharp, movements smooth. then she spots a familiar face, a grin tugging at her lips. she leans just enough over the bar, voice easy but warm, making sure she could be heard. “hey, fancy seeing you here,” she says, tilting her head. “what can i get you? and, if you’re free in about an hour, wanna hang out once i’m done covering this shift?” her grin widens a little, playful but genuine.
there's a possibility that inez will never get used to the city that surrounds her; the way it never sleeps, never stops - just exists. achingly awake with busy streets littered in car - jams, crowded subway cars stuffing bodies like sardines, the distant sound of sirens she's all but too familiar with. it was different in texas - calmer where she lived, more farmland than people, most of whom she'd grown up alongside of and knew better than the back of her own hand. makes her feel like a damn stranger. there's comfort inside the velvet cellar, however, a vague familiarity to it - not quite like the shabby lil' dive bar she'd grown up going to, but still. a bar is a bar, and inez has never shied away from making one her home. evident now in the way she leans her forearms against cool counter top, grinning sharp once her gaze catches onto cosima's. "hey stranger - crazy coincidence, isn't it?" there's a teasing lilt to her voice, chin propping itself against curled fist. "mm, don't worry about lil' ol' me, i've got a nice ol' bottle of kentucky whiskey waiting for me back home." her eyes flitter away from cosima - catching on the surrounding crowd, the filled bar, idle chatter she can only barely make out beneath the music. "y'know, y'could've called me in, cos'. would've done it happily. with a pep in my step, even. skip all the way over. it's not workin' if you're havin' fun, y'know. who you got closin'?"
( ayo edebiri, nonbinary, she/they ) ✧ ⸻ was that IFETOLA OGBEIDE walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to 301 from BROOKLYN, NYC. the 26 year old works as a LINE COOK & FREELANCE ARTIST seems like they’d be WHIMISCAL but also a little bit UNCERTAIN. whenever i see IFE, i always think of ALWAYS FEELING A LITTLE LOST IN A CROWD OF FRIENDS, AND THAT LINGERING, PERSISTENT THOUGHT OF - WHO WILL CATCH ME WHEN I FALL?; COUNTLESS HALF - FINISHED ART PROJECTS, ABANDONED AND DISCONTINUED AND ON HIATUS AND, AND, AND - FEELING OVERWHELMED AT THE PHYSICAL EMBODIMENT OF YOUR OWN MIND; & SMALL REASSURANCES, LITTLE RITUALS - THE INTRINSIC BELIEF THAT HIGH HOPES AND WELL WISHES WILL BE ENOUGH. THAT YOU WILL BE ENOUGH.
content warnings for ... anxiety & rumination.
( tyriq withers, cis man, he/him ) ✧ ⸻ was that EZEKIEL LANE walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to 704 from LOS ANGELES, CA. the 27 year old works as a PROFESSIONAL SURFER seems like they’d be AWELESS but also a little bit SPONTANEOUS. whenever i see EAZY, i always think of WAVES CRASHING OVERHEAD, WATER RUSHING EARS, THAT STEEP DROP IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH AS YOU BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE TELLING YOU - THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHERE YOU'RE MEANT TO BE; CARTOONISH GLEAMS OF SPARKLING LIGHT WHENEVER YOU SMILE WIDE AND TRUE, KNOWING OF THE BITTER AFTERTASTE IT LEAVES; & THE WISH TO BE SUSPENDED IN UNMOVING TIME, FOREVER FROZEN, FOREVER YOUNG, FOREVER ALIVE.
content warnings for ... critical medical illness. mentions of injury and anxiety are also present.
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