you can take my spine

⛧°.⋆ ────── ⋆. °⛧ cause i'm spineless anyway.

[makemearobot]

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I DON'T CARE, YOU CAN TAKE MY SPINE. 'CAUSE I'M SPINELESS ANYWAY. I DON'T NEED ANOTHER DAY, OR A CALL: TAKE IT ALL.

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icl this was fucking funny i want it here forever

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for minnow (@neglectsintuition) !!

"hey, i don't..." why was she looking at him like THAT? every part of his head was telling him to get up and run, but he was frozen. paralyzed. what the fuck was going on??

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for whoever u want (@likecavities) !!

"please. stop talking." he looked over at them with a frown, but any animosity was swallowed up by the fact he was curled up in a ball on their couch. "i know i shouldn't have eaten that. don't rub it in."

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[cuteskunkz]

This gif kills me bro 😭 mans really munching down

[likecavities]

closed starter for @grinninglikeadevil !

"clem is so –" a beat and a shake of her head. "i just can't imagine letting my dog get in anyone's face without a leash."

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“it'd blow your mind how many people walk their dogs off-leash in colorado,” he said with a shrug. “and, like, my dog's as well-behaved as anybody else's, but you have to think about other people, too.” arch frowned, shaking his head. “people come up to him all the time and just touch him.” the confusion in his voice suggested this was a problem he'd never fully wrapped his head around. “like?” he laughed. “can we start teaching people manners again?” his brows lifted. “you wouldn't walk up and start touching a random stranger, so why are you grabbing somebody's dog without asking first?” he gestured vaguely with one hand. “it's weird. and then people get offended when you tell them no.” pocky had never done it before, but you could never be a hundred percent sure someone’s dog wouldn’t bite you. arch learned that the hard way.

[makemearobot]

btw my gallery looks like this because of archer

[loudbarks]

“good. it should be uncomfortable,” frankie informed him with a grin. “that means the vision is working. if i see you show up in some giant feathered hat acting mysterious, though, i reserve the RIGHT to bully you relentlessly.” the smile lingered for a moment before his question settled between them. it caught her a little off guard. not because nobody asked — people did, sometimes. but a lot of the time they were really asking if frankie was holding it together. archer was asking because he wanted to know the answer. for a second, they just looked at him. then she shifted closer and wrapped an arm around him right back, tugging him into a loose side hug. he was one of those people who seemed to carry loneliness around quietly, tucked into places most people NEVER bothered looking. “honestly?” she admitted, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “i'm tired.” a small laugh escaped them. “not in a dramatic way. just... TIRED.” her gaze drifted toward the bus floor. “i miss wren. i miss my cat. i miss sleeping in my own bed and not having to figure out where my charger is every morning.” the confession felt embarrassingly simple when they said it aloud. no grand crisis. no breakdown. just the accumulated WEIGHT of being away for weeks (or months) at a time. “but i'm okay.” her arm tightened around his shoulders for a second. “tour's weird. half the time it's the coolest thing in the world, and the other half you're sitting backstage missing some dumb little thing from home so much it makes your chest hurt.” they glanced up at him and smiled. “what about you, huh? besides your near-fatal photography incidents.”

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his expression softened when they spoke, and he nodded. “yeah.” tired. he was always tired. tired of sleeping, tired of being awake, but that wasn't something he felt like unpacking anytime soon. “i get missing jiji. i miss pocky. it's weird not having him around.” a beat, then he laughed. “dogs still kind of freak me out, but i like mine.” he shifted slightly, thinking. “you know, wren kind of scared me when i first met him. but he's nice.” archer tilted his head. “i think he does that whole frontman persona thing really well. it's weird. he's a lot nicer than i thought he'd be.” a beat later, he snickered. “and your whole face lights up when you see him. that's cute.” the admission that they were okay settled something in his chest. he hadn't realized how much he'd needed to hear it until now. leaning lightly against her shoulder, he let out a quiet breath. “okay. good. i'm glad.” a second passed before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again. “'cause if we're both losing it, that'd be bad for everyone involved. trust me.” he laughed and shook his head. “i'm okay, too. just... same thing. miss the dog. miss my friends.” his nose scrunched. “i wish i had a hot tattooed guy to come home to, but whatever. someday.” the words were followed by another laugh. “hey, all of my friends are getting married.” he looked expectantly at her. “if you get married, i need to take photos and also somehow be in the wedding party, too. oh!" his eyebrows rose. "and i absolutely plan on giving you an embarrassing speech, by the way. one that makes you all sad and touched. i'm good at that."

[redemptioninterlude]

it was like. KINDA CREEPY if she's being honest. the scratchings in the wall, the way it plucked and pulled at their paranoia! at least archer was as bad as her when it came to shit like this, the both of them huddled close, eyes darting from place to place with a realization that, uh, maybe there really was something going on up there.

and oh shit, he's right, because pocky? kinda was no good when it came to noise and bullshit, shooting him a concerned look before going off to weave around him calling out to pocky for now so that she could sit on the floor to keep him TOTALLY CHILL. shooting the guy a look, she licked her lips, going back to him to take note of the look on his face when he dawned on the idea. "oh my god, what if it's like, a ghost?"

yeah. give her enough rope, and rue would come up with the stupidest conspiracy theories, her gaze lighting up to take a look around them. "wait, do you still got that like, tiny webcam? the one you used for the thing when you wanted to talk more over covid." right, right, the POWER OF TECHNOLOGY, and all that. "you can just leave that shit on and aim it upwards and like.. boom. we can go over that shit later to find the gh-... the whatever it is you got up there."

★— ATTN: @makemearobot

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the patter of feet echoed through the room, and archer immediately reached down to run his fingers through pocky's fur. “yeah, buddy, i know.” because the roof was making noises again, and pocky was staring directly at the ceiling like he was receiving messages from beyond. “please don't start howling,” arch laughed, rubbing behind his ears. “we cannot get another noise complaint. it's getting harder and harder to convince people we don't have you.” his gaze flicked back to rue, and suddenly his fingers snapped together. “yeah! i do!” his eyes widened. “oh my god, you're so smart.” he was on his feet before she'd even finished processing the compliment, immediately making a beeline for the junk drawer and digging through it with absolutely no strategy whatsoever. “rue,” he called over his shoulder, already halfway buried in old batteries and random takeout menus, “if this place is haunted, we're so fucked.” a beat. “we're in a lease for another year.” but after a beat, he found it, and pulled the webcam out. “now i just gotta find the extension cord, and i’m gonna have to stand on your shoulders or something so i can reach the attic.”

[wantmykisses]

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Peach had tuned in at the perfect time, intrigue leaning her forward to absorb the information. She couldn’t resist. “As if you need to ask,” the blonde said, her expression falling momentarily into a frown. That was the sort of thing she lived for, missing the constant flow of drama from her colleagues at the company; this was the next best thing. “So, like, what happened?”

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“oh, you know. the usual.” he kept his expression completely flat. “some pretty guy thinks he's too hot to be nice.” a beat. “which is unfortunate, because he is hot.” another beat. “and that's annoying.” archer held the camera screen out toward her, letting her look through the photos as he shook his head. “blonde hair. piercings. the whole thing.” his mouth twitched. “sometimes i genuinely wonder if people act like that because of how they look, or if they were always destined to be a dick.” he glanced down at the screen again before laughing. “like, was there ever a version of him that was normal, or did the universe just DECIDE to make him everybody else's problem?”

[skippingframes]

rory laughed the second archer compared him to a cryptid, pointing at him accusingly. “see? now THAT’S the kinda honesty i respect. finally, a photographer brave enough to tell me i look better than bigfoot.” the grin stayed put, but it softened a little when archer slipped so effortlessly into work mode. that part was cool to watch, honestly; one second he was blushing over a joke, the next he was staring at rory like he was already a finished photograph. “yes, sir,” he said dramatically, leaning back again before hooking two fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugging it open a few inches. “if this ends up on a billboard somewhere, i want it on RECORD that i followed artistic direction without complaint.” he held the pose for about two seconds before cracking another smile. “you always get this bossy when you're cookin' up an idea, or am i SPECIAL?”

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that earned a genuine laugh from him, and archer shook his head. “to be fair, i think most people would look better than bigfoot.” a beat. “but, yeah. you definitely look better than bigfoot.” he dropped down onto one knee, lifting the camera to his eye and framing the shot. yeah. these were gonna be good. he could tell already. it always helped when the person in front of the lens was actually having fun. the shutter clicked a few times in quick succession. “am i being bossy?” arch asked from behind the viewfinder. the camera lowered a second later so he could get a proper look at rory, the question seeming entirely genuine. “you're really good at following directions.” he laughed. “people look for that in somebody, right?” the teasing only lasted a second before he was back in photographer mode, gesturing with one hand. “lean back again.”

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from nate: " stop apologizing. you're allowed to need help. " (@peachfvzz) !!

one minute, he was sitting next to nate. the next, he was clutching at his chest and falling apart. "stop apologizing. you're allowed to need help." archer's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. he shook his head over and over again, like if he did it enough, maybe he could physically throw the words away before they reached him. "nate," he whined, throat raw from crying. "no, i can't. i don't –" he didn't even know how to ASK for help. he didn't know where to START. the truth was that archer hated talking about his feelings. he hated being awake. he hated sleeping. he hated whatever the fuck had been happening to him over the last few months, whatever was crawling through his chest and planting weeds where he wanted meadows. but he couldn't TALK about it. he HAD to be better. he had to be better for lotte. for bunny, because bunny was already carrying so much. he had to be better for ben, too. god, ben was going through enough already. how selfish would he have to be to pull attention away from the people he cared about just because he couldn't get his shit together? the thought made him feel sick. made him curl tighter into himself. "i can't." the words came out broken and small. "sorry." his arms wrapped around his middle, as if he could somehow hold himself together through sheer force. "i'm tired." another shaky breath. another apology. "i'm sorry."

[kwistowee]

PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | 1.01

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i luv when ppl encourage my insanity about josh

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for whomstever part 2 (@stayingstills) !!

"i'm NOT debating this with you!!" he threw his hands up. "want is the better 3OH!3 album!!"

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for whomstever (@stayingstills) !!

"you can give me puppy dog eyes all you want... i'm NOT budging." a beat. "i'm serious. i'm not buying it." the silence stretched on, and he sighed. "jesus. fine. just pick it out." he shook his head. "i can't say no to you, and that's kind of annoying, you know." despite his frustration, his smile ticked upward.