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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.”

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & olivia. #olivia 001.

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#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings.

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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 fianc��e 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!”

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & jaden. #jaden 002. #this thread is so stupid i love it

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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?”

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & olivia. #olivia 001. #this has been in my drafts for absolutely ages!!!

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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.”

#LOVE stevie's fc. fear street is my SHIT. #thanks 4 replying!! #⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & stevie. #stevie 001. #event / e.t. fest. #tw drugs

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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.”

#etf.vampiremoney #roswellstart

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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. 

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & jaden. #jaden 002. #gun tw

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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!”

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ threads. #archie & victoria. #nsfw tw #i dont think it is but i think there's a fucking reference in there somewhere..... #there usually is w them..... lbr..... #suggestive tw

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Frances and Benji + undateable

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

#archie & april. #amanda once again hitting me with the frances ha musings..... love that for us....

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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!!!

#clearing my inbox from previous honesty days !!! don't mind me !! #⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings. #headcanons. #archie & soggy.

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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

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings.

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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.”

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings.

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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.  

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ aesthetics. #archie & victoria. #⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ dive bar jukebox.

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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)

#this got recommended to me as 'posts you might like' #⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings.

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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).

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings. #headcanons. #archie & brook.

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#EMS!!!! pissing at this #⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings. #the wild pony.

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Shaun of the Dead dir. Edgar Wright | 2004

#⥂ archie macmillan. ╱ musings. #archie & soggy. #archie & jaden.