* let's just see how this goes.

[rafaeldelafuente]

[hargrcaves]

shoutout to henry who really heard us all out personally, and also to ppl who have reached out to me personally and the people who know i love them. 

it’s 2020. don’t invalidate black people when they tell you you’re being anti-black. don’t offer two-bit half baked celeb style apologies lmao. don’t be exclusionary of poc in the rpc or write racist characters in positions of power and then wonder why people have the audacity to call you out on it. don’t think you can justify your behaviour or that there’s any way to justify behaviour rooted in intergenerational racism. don’t joke or debate about historical and sociopolitical events in a group chat when you do not know who has suffered its effects. and don’t expect people affected by the words you write to forgive you even though you’ve made zero proper effort to fix your shit or apologise for it. it’s not a good look and racism aint a cute look and staying quiet about racism aint a cute look either. it might be fiction for you, but it’s someone else’s reality so it’s high time to grow up and check your fucking privilege. oh, and just btw, being exclusionary doesn’t mean you’re not being unintentionally racist. 

i have been here three weeks and it’s been at least a week that i’ve been bringing up racist issues in the group with others. if you do not understand where you’re wrong and what you’ve done that’s clearly affected other people, do not think your ignorance is a pointblank shield for you to think you’re immune from the consequences. educate yourself and actually bother talking to the people you have hurt rather than saying oh no that’s factually incorrect. thanks bye @captainflintwrites

[flawlessgentlemen]

I think I’ve always been very open to opportunities. I think once you open yourself to them, you often find what drives you, what you’re naturally drawn to. You can never grow in life with only one goal, one tunnel vision. Because something might just sideswipe you, and you’ll be like, “How haven’t I tried this?”. Your passion changes, you know? What you’re passionate about when you’re young might not be what you’re passionate about ten years down the line. And that’s normal.

[marquczines-archive]

[maurawrites]

Henry Golding as Nick Young in ‘Crazy Rich Asians’

[hargrcaves]

hargrcaves‌:

–––– POINTS TALLY : ANTONY HARGREAVES : MAY 3rd to MAY 9th

t a s k  : 1 x 10  =  10 points s t a r t e r s  : 7 x 5  =  35 points r e p l i e s  :  4 x 1  =  4 points d e v e l o p m e n t  : 1 x 5  =  5 points m e m e s :  23 x 1 =  23 points

t o t a l  : 77 points o v e r a l l  : 36 + 77 = 113 points

–––– POINTS TALLY : ANTONY HARGREAVES : MAY 10th to MAY 16th

m i l e s t o n e ( 25 )  : 1 x 10  =  10 points s t a r t e r s  : 9 x 5  =  45 points r e p l i e s  :  11 x 1  =  10 points d e v e l o p m e n t  : 5 x 1  =  5 points

t o t a l  : 70 points o v e r a l l  : 113 + 70 = 184 points

[hargrcaves]

bigbrcthxr‌:

The Berghain was always a pleasure. Upon striding in through the backdoor, he was already greeted by bodies comingling shamelessly in the dark, bodies comingling on corners, on the dance floor, some only half-clothed (if at all) in their black attire, moving to the beats of carefully curated techno in the background. Intoxicated by the atmosphere and the luxurious champagne that had been chugged as though it were three-dollar vodka, Felix offered the other a bright, bright grin, clapping his hand over his shoulder as they lay voyeur to the happenings of the club around them. “You know I’m partial to the ones with leathers and chains,” he said, veering the other towards the many doors that were nestled in the hallway. “Oh, before we start,” he said, reaching into a pocket and taking out a pill from a little ziploc back, colorful and with an embedded bolt of lightning, slapping it onto the other’s hand. 

" leather and chains, then –– ” he said laughingly, barely able to hear his own thoughts over the deafening music and the heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears. antony was easily distracted by the bright lights and the pretty faces and the warm haze of champagne that had coloured him golden. so he just followed felix through the maze of people, pausing here and there to smile at people he’d never see again, and grinning at the pill in his hand. “ drug tests, remember? ” the olympics were creeping up his ass, trying to find a reason to disqualify him. and if he was going to retire in style, he had to compete first. antony just stuck his tongue out at his friend, holding the pill up to his face instead. “ but you go ahead –– ” he leaned against a doorframe, raising his brows in a silent challenge. ( useless ; they never said no to a challenge. ) “ and lets see what we find in here, eh? ”

[365daysinalife]

[santiagonex]

Henry Golding & Parker Sawyers in ‘Monsoon’ Trailer

[bradleywalsh]

[hargrcaves]

gxnymcde‌:

@hargrcaves

There were many things he could have recognised the other as — scion of a famed hotel empire, fiancé to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, famed equestrian, a member of the Society of which he so desperately clamoured to enter — whichever it was, it was clear: there was no way to lose this face into the crowd. Antony Hargreaves. “Mr. Hargreaves,” he greeted, standing upon the courtyard of New College, offering him a charismatic, if well-practiced smile, and then his hand to shake. “I believe we met briefly at the New Moon Ball? It’s a pleasure to see you here. Are you here for a tour, or are you here to do a bit of reccy?” he teased, his smile moving into something closer to an impish grin.

antony stopped in his tracks, the angry furrow between his brows already smoothing out and a laugh already finding its way to his lips. “ julian, right? ” he shook his hand, the smile on his face two parts surprised and one part still completely lost in the middle of oxford. and his phone had died on him, google maps and all. “ call me antony, seriously. mr hargreaves only comes out when i’m in legal trouble. ” he had a good memory for people, maybe because he just thrived on human contact, maybe it was childhood abandonment issues manifesting in his adulthood –– big shout out to his team great britain mandated therapist.  so of course he remembered the lawyer. “ we did –– small world! ” antony ran a hand through his dark hair, and a chuckle escaped him. “ close, i’m trying to meet a friend for lunch and i’ve passed this street twice already. what about you? i thought i’d find you in rome, not up here. ”

[hargrcaves]

bethwilscn‌:

The longer she spent watching the auction, the more uneasy she grew. As the bids got higher and higher, she could feel her distaste for it all growing. Even knowing that the proceeds would find their way to worthy causes didn’t help to untangle the ever growing knot in her stomach. A moment away from it all had seemed like the best idea, her decision sweetened by the sight of a familiar face. “Can’t say no to that.” After helping herself to a macaroon, appreciative nod given as she tried it, her attention slipped back to her friend. Brow raised in curiosity as playfully inquisitive words left her lips. “So it is sugar cravings or avoiding something that brought you out here?”

“ oh, hey –– you look hot, ” antony called out, trying to whistle but honestly, he’d just never learnt how to. taking a drag of his cigarette ( nasty habit –– don’t smoke, kids ), he chased it down with another bite of macaron and sighed. really loudly. and really obviously. lest anyone think he wasn’t angling for a bit of whining. “ escaping my dad and my fiancee, ” he replied around a sip of his drink. he held the thing out to her, just in case she wanted some. parties he could do ; orgies he could do ; the odd black tie event, sure. but bidding on art wasn’t his cup of cordial. the orange kind, obviously. antony like pretty people and pretty clothes and pretty things, but the charity gala was all of that and none of that at the same time. “ what about you? have any fun tonight? ”

[hargrcaves]

hugos‌:

hugo was well on the way to tipsy by this point in the night, and was completely in his element in the wings of the louvre. he couldn’t help but snicker in agreement with the stranger’s comment. “it’s like you’re reading my mind.” he grinned. van gogh was fine, in his far less than humble opinion, and he preferred much more avant-garde work from artists born in a less bygone time. he liked things that were abstract, if not a little bewildering, and though van gogh had been that once, hugo thought he’d had his time. “but nothing makes people who no nothing about art scramble for their wallets quite like the name van gogh.” 

he turns to the man and laughs a little under his breath. “could make a good splashback? or a very inefficient tea-towel if you cut it out of that horrific gold frame.” the society certainly knew how to draw money from it’s members pockets, he thought, all gilded edges and all the airs of overt consumption under the guise of charity. “so, will you be bidding?”

" classic rich person curse, ” antony said on the edge of a laugh, louder than he probably should have, but not loud enough –– sadly. there were at least three people behind them who definitely needed to unhinge their egos and slowly step away from the painting. after about twelve too many conversations about brush strokes and perspective and van gogh’s genius ( seriously, it was a painting of a few ugly flowers in a glorified cup ), it was a relief to talk to someone who didn’t worship at the altar of some dude’s doodles. “ are you even rich if you don’t own a van gogh and tell everyone you have a van gogh? ” he took another sip of his drink and raised his brows in question, a surprised laugh pulling from him. 

“ one use only tea-towel, i like it –– might give me a little lead poisoning but, ” antony began conspiratorially, draining the last of his g&t and turning to the stranger with a grin, “ who doesn’t like living on the edge? ” he was just west of tipsy, but he shook his head just a little. “ sorry, antony hargreaves –– ” introductions never really were his strong suit. “ and nah, i don’t really know what to do with any of this. what about you –– got your eye on something? ”

[hargrcaves]

laylafitzgerald‌:

@hargrcaves​

Antony, Olympian extraordinaire, and basically Layla’s brother, was someone that made Layla smile just when she saw the sight of him. Sometimes it was a little embarrassing, especially when she organized a ‘Let’s Cheer for Antony’ party and she nearly teared up watching him compete, but usually, Layla was proud of it. Antony had done amazing things for Layla in the past and she was always trying to repay the favour by being his personal cheerleader.

Tonight, however, Antony didn’t really need a personal cheerleader. They were at a Society party/function/auction and Layla decided that what Antony needed was a little more fun. Once Layla was standing beside Antony, she wrapped an arm around his waist in a half hug and whispered, “In need of more fun. Boring conversation with other members. Will you please be my lifeline?”

he clearly had favourites. like, antony absolutely had his favourites. and sure, he didn’t have a normal family –– he had horses and furniture and people he competed against professionally –– but out of everyone, layla really was his favourite. he was totally biased and he was totally proud of it, and she was like a little sister to him. so would he pull a tonya harding to protect her? sure, why not. but first, he’d hype her forever and wear her clothes absolutely everywhere.

“ why did the grand archon cross the road? ” antony joked in reply, loosely wrapping his arms around her in a hug and grinning just a little. he was having a crap night, so layla was absolutely the bright spot in a really boring, really long, really meh event. “ he didn’t, he took a private jet. ” wincing at his own joke, he gestured towards the dance floor. “ wanna boogie? ”

[hargrcaves]

akhct‌:

“I don’t need a paperweight to think of you,” David retorted, feigning offense. “You can be in a book with my name on it, Antony, we just gotta… we gotta get there first, yeah?”

He was full of the giggles, thanks to the champagne, and he put his arm around Antony’s waist. “I had an idea,” he whispered, putting down his glass and using his now-free hand to prod at the other’s chest. “Let’s go to the Egyptian wing, grab my shit back? Yeah?”

" you could just make my face your phone wallpaper, ” he joked, all languid smiles and cheek. and then he just nodded. “ sure, don’t worry –– we’ll get there. but i better be epic or i’m suing for a broken heart. ” 

the giggle that escaped him was completely undignified and he really didn’t care. “ you know what? ” antony barely managed, grabbing ahold of david’s finger and glancing around with all the subtlety of a freight train. or a drunk equestrian. “ we’ll just take a few things off their hands –– you know, like they did. ” pointing towards the exit, he grinned. “ come on, let’s go. ”

[hargrcaves]

–––– in conversation with @spcakeasy ; the louvre.

completely sober and inundated with an overconfident sense of bullshittery ( verb. def ; throwing nonsense around like he was perez hilton circa 2005 ), antony was somewhere between telling his fifth completely untrue story of the night –– the elephant one had been a hit –– and wondering whether mcdonalds delivered to the louvre ( maybe ). catching sight of jude, he dragged himself over to them ; his bespoke jacket dragging on the floor right alongside him. “ how much d’you wanna bet at least one person causes a scene tonight? ”

[hargrcaves]

–––– in conversation with @olivervaga​ ; the louvre. 

" ollie, ollie, ollie –– ” antony began, surprisingly tipsy for a man who hadn’t had anything to drink, but then again, his choice of drug had recently become responsibility, which...first of all, yikes. but second of all, it gave him a lot of extra time to do stuff like annoy friends who were probably having a pretty chill night otherwise. so he swung arm around oliver’s shoulders and struck him with the widest grin he possibly could. ( terms and conditions pending, since they were in the louvre, his face hurt from fake smiling all night. ) “ come on, steal the mona lisa with me. ”