the archer;

private & selective classic rper. call me vex.💕 She/Her. 26.

[chalamet]

“Anya has something special. She has a very enigmatic quality. Like, I can stick the lense two inches from her nose, and you don’t quite know what she’s thinking, but you want to.” — Robert Eggers

“She’s my muse. You know, I think she’s such a remarkably intelligent actor… She can, sort of, intoxicate the audience and make you enjoy the process of questioning whether she’s a good person or a bad person. But also, I think the humility with which she approaches each character is really inspiring. It’s like a rebirth. She sheds the old character and starts fresh from the new. Yeah, she’s brilliant.” — Autumn de Wilde

[daddystrangetm]

𝑇𝐴𝑌𝐿𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝑊𝐼𝐹𝑇 -  ’ 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‘ 

Below is a collection of lyric starters taken from Taylor Swift’s eighth album ‘folklore’.

The album holds references to: sex, alcohol, blood, depression, warfare, toxic relationships, medical failure, death as well as lines that could be taken as suicidal thoughts and parental abuse — so please be mindful if you are sensitive to these subjects. All lyrics are posted as written on the album, but feel free to change pronouns or words to fit your purposes.

i’m doing good, i’m on some new shit.

i thought I saw you at the bus stop

the greatest films of all time were never made

if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed

we were something, don’t you think so?

if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

in my defense, i have none for never leaving well enough alone

it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one

you know the greatest loves of all time are over now 

if one thing had been different would everything be different today? 

when you are young, they assume you know nothing 

i felt like I was an old cardigan 

a friend to all is a friend to none 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed 

you drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleedin' 

i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs 

cause i knew everything when I was young

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time 

i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light 

i knew you’d come back to me 

the wedding was charming, if a little gauche

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen 

who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been 

she had a marvelous time ruining everything 

there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen 

i had a marvelous time ruining everything 

i can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body 

it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

you were my town, now I’m in exile 

i can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy 

I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now? 

there is no amount of crying i can do for you 

you didn’t even hear me out

you didn’t even see the signs 

cause you never gave a warning sign 

i gave so many signs

if I’m on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too 

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 

cause i loved you, i swear i loved you til my dying day 

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace 

if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? 

you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me 

you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you 

when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave 

and i can go anywhere i want just not home 

you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones 

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same 

i’ll show you every version of yourself tonight 

i want you to know i’m a mirrorball, i can change everything about me to fit in 

i’m still a believer, but i don’t know why 

are there still beautiful things? 

and though i can’t recall your face i still got love for you 

love you to the moon and to saturn 

i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why 

i think you should come live with me 

never have i ever before

will you call when you’re back at school?

i remember thinkin’ i had you 

for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all 

so much for summer love

you weren’t mine to lose

i can see us twisted in bed sheets 

i’ve been having a hard time adjusting 

i didn't know if you’d care if i came back 

i just wanted you to know that this is me trying 

pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down 

they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential 

my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that 

it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound 

that’s the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance but it dies a million little times

you showed me colors you know i can’t see with anyone else 

don’t call me “kid,”

don’t call me “baby”

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else 

you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times 

were there clues i didn’t see? 

isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?

time cutting me open, then healing me fine 

what did you think i’d say to that? 

fuck you forever

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy 

when you say i seem angry, i get more angry 

it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together 

i’m taking my time cause you took everything from me 

sir, i think he’s bleeding out

you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen 

doc, i think she’s crashing out

some things you just can’t speak about 

i won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but i think it’s 'cause of me 

the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you 

would you trust me if i told you it was just a summer thing? 

i don’t know anything but i know i miss you 

if i just showed up at your party, would you have me? 

our coming-of-age has come and gone 

i never had the courage of my convictions 

i could never give you peace 

i’m a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come 

all these people think love’s for show but i would die for you in secret 

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? 

your integrity makes me seem small 

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me 

you know i left a part of me back in new york 

you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? 

darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart 

don’t want no other shade of blue but you. no other sadness in the world would do

[quakebeats]

go here and let me know what your short term top artists from spotify (within the last 4 weeks) are in the tags!

[aenslem]

#mood

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[heartrendcrsarch]

September 1st, 1989. dear diary, 💘

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

I think everyone should make a post with just a 💘 and have their followers and mutuals (specially their friends) comment with something positive.

[acupoffreshlybrewedmemes]

Guilty As Charged- MUN EDITION

Have you ever stalked another blog? If so, why? (I.E: Quality of their writing? The MUN just seemed like a nice person? etc.)

Have you ever sent a hate anon to any of your mutuals?

Have you ever started drama?

Were you ever roped into drama that you didn’t want to be part of?

Have you ever checked your mutual’s blogs, even if you know they’re offline, and liked their old ic/ooc posts?

Do you have favourite blogs?

Do you have favourite threads?

Do you have favourite ships?

Have you ever promised drafts but ended up secretly lurking on your dashboard instead?

Have you ever sent yourself anons?

Have you ever let your drafts build up?

Have you ever sent anon love/compliments to your mutuals?

Have you ever been jealous over a ship a mutual of yours and another mun have with their muses?

Have you ever stalked the ship of another mun?

Have you ever been intimidated by somebody based solely on their writing alone?

Have you ever been late on replying to ooc messages/dm’s?

Have you ever deleted a sent ask?

Have you ever gotten so invested in a thread?

Have you ever turned interactions with another muse away for reasons?

Have you ever followed a blog solely because you like the FC they’re using?

Have you ever unfollowed a blog? What were the reasons?

Have you ever blocked somebody? What were the reasons?

Have you ever mentioned another muse in a thread despite them not being in the thread?

Have you ever not read the rules on somebody’s blog?

Were you ever supposed to do something productive but instead spent all that time doing replies on Tumblr?

Have you ever faked a story on an ooc post?

Do an influx of ooc posts on a blog annoy you?

Do you have a group of tumblr friends that you consider as close friends?

Have you ever forgotten to write up a promised starter for somebody?

Have you forgotten to reply to a starter or ask meme?

Have you ever deleted unfinished threads?

Do you find yourself practicing favouritism with certain blogs/muns/threads?

Have you ever fallen asleep while replying to threads?

Have you ever cried because of a thread?

Have you ever found yourself unconsciously doing the facial expressions that your muse is doing while you write?

Have you ever thought about deleting your blog? Why?

Have you ever written a thread by just ‘winging it’?

Have you ever broken any of your own rules?

WILD CARD (Ask anything you want!)

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Diana Silvers in Ma (2019)

[nicolemaiines]

malfoyswrites alternate fcs: ansel elgort edition

as requested by myself, here are some fcs I think would be a good replacement for ansel. all of them should have plenty of resources and in my opinion, have the same sort of look or vibe he gives off. ansel is currently 26 years old and all the below suggestions are 28 and under and could play in his age range!

chance perdomo - 23, best known for the chilling adventures of sabrina ( gif hunt tag )

charlie plummer - 21, best known for looking for alaska ( gif hunt tag )

connor jessup - 25, best known for american crime & locke & key ( gif hunt tag )

daniel ezra - 28, best known for all american ( gif hunt tag )

justice smith - 24, best known for detective pikachu & all the bright places ( gif hunt tag )

nat wolff - 25, best known for the fault in our stars & paper towns ( gif hunt tag )

nick robinson - 25, best known for love, simon ( gif hunt tag )

richard harmon - 28, best known for the 100 ( gif hunt tag )

sam corlett - 24, best known for the chilling adventures of sabrina ( gif hunt tag )

[eddierredmayne]

[a-z-archive-deactivated20181221]

Just a reminder that I’m an Adult™ and if that makes you feel uncomfortable feel free to:

unfollow me

ask me to unfollow you

block me

I won’t get mad or anything. It’s important to make sure you feel comfortable and secure.

[chiliconsharls]

“When dad died they also said that [everything has a price]. That it was an occupational hazard. Did you forget that? That a fat cat from the construction company didn’t give a shit about the blue-collar guy as long as he lived like a God. I don’t care how we got all this. What fucks me up is that we’ve become one of them”

Claudia Salas as Rebeka in Élite Season 2

[loumovies]

Little Fires Everywhere (2020- ) | S01E08

[heartrendcrsarch]

open: allison is an actress, trying to rebuild her career three years of radio silence after a messy and public break up with her old management team. 

“Ten,” She counters from the other side of the booth and watches the bewilderment on Jerry’s face as he lets out a string of dumbfounded nos. As he explains he can’t swing that, that it’s a guest role and the best he could do for her is six instead. That he’s practically doing her a favor giving it to her at all. 

It’s all bullshit but he spins it well, she’ll give him that. 

“Directors don’t want to work with you, Ally.” He says, and it’s met with a scoff. If she learned anything about people in this business since her fall from grace, it was that they were fickle. They’d love you and hate you and love you again in the same breathe. “They say you’re difficult.” “I agree, it’s very hard to take advantage of me these days, Jer.” Her eyes scanned the tables next to them, before her face settled into a smile. Leaning over to the booth across the aisle, she nodded to the stack of papers in their hand. “How much are you getting?” “Allison,” The flustered man whispered in a shout as if scolding her got him anywhere before. Still, she does turn her head to acknowledge that her name had been said. “Jer, if you don’t want your actors talking to each other don’t have all your employees bringing them to the same restaurant.” 

[beaunydoorin]

#👀 i am looking respectfully 

[heartrendcrsarch]

@wrciths​  💬

       "What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here?" Callie sighed, dropping her keys into their dish. She should have been more alarmed to find someone inside of her home, but with the weapon hanging on her hip and the day she’s had? She can’t bring herself to be more bothered about it than necessary. 

Working in a town that never let you forget your mistakes was trying on it’s best day. 

But when your older sister was the town shrink, your younger brother was a brilliant nurse and you were, well, in between employments? No one ever let you forget how much of a fuck up you are. With a bless your heart, a tilt of their heads and the promise that it’ll work out for you Callie, it always seems too. Their sugar coated passive aggression that served as the foundation for small town resentment. 

Maybe that’s why they came here. Who the hell would believe that the bag wasn’t hers if they’d found it here?

Smart.