#archer by Taylor Swift
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Not a single wound on my soul has been inflicted by an enemy. Not a single dart pierced in my heart has been thrown by my nemesis. Not a single one.
—Akshita Singh
#poetry#poetry book#dark acamedia#new poets society#sad poetry#spilled poetry#sad prose#dark poetry#dead poets society#spilled words#toxic friends#friendship breakup#betrayal#fake friend quotes#fake friends#bad friend#female anger#archer#archer by Taylor Swift#taylor swift#taylor lyrics
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We never grew up. We’re still stuck in 2019, holding onto the feeling of when we first heard The Archer. 🥹💘
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the archer // sofi n5
#taylor swift#the swiftie tag#userrcmanticpoetry#tswiftedit#tscreators#tswiftgif#networkthirteen#tswiftdaily#usertaylorswiftdaily#tsgif#song: the archer#candy swift#mine.#tegan .gif#the archer#era: lover#lover#era: eras#the eras tour#best of teg#100.#200.#500.#1000.#2000.#3000.#4000.#los angeles n5
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It's hilarious when people are like "taylor swift's songs are engineered to be as generically relatable as possible" because then you actually listen to the songs in question and she's just like
"I am a SELF-DESTRUCTIVE MONSTER who ruins everything I touch, I MANIPULATED everyone into liking me, my potential has been WASTED due to circumstances of MY OWN CREATION, I go back to an EMPTY HOUSE because everyone in my life has moved on, I am a BLEEDING OPEN WOUND, all my kindness is really just NARCISSISM IN DISGUISE, I will BREAK MYSELF FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, I STARVED MYSELF in order to be saved by an idealised romance, I can go ANYWHERE except for THE PLACE I CALLED HOME, I will SPIRAL UNCONTROLLABLY if left to my own devices, I AM THE INSTRUMENT OF MY OWN DESTRUCTION, THIS WAS INEVITABLE"
#taylor swift#castles crumbling#the archer#this is me trying#mirrorball taylor swift#anti hero#folklore taylor swift#evermore taylor swift#midnights
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combat, I'm ready for combat...
#taylor swift#taylorswift#tswift#tswiftedit#my edits#the eras tour#eras tour#eras tour melbourne#lover era#the archer#q#1k
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WHO COULD EVER LEAVE ME, DARLING
#taylor swift#the eras tour#lover#the archer#flashing tw#taylorswift#tsedit#tswiftedit#tswiftgif#tscreators#networkthirteen#*mine: gifs
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the archer x question…? mashup - taylor swift
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I believe this is the first time she's mashed up two track fives
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castles crumbling 🤝 nothing new 🤝 the archer 🤝 dear reader 🤝 mirrorball 🤝 anti-hero 🤝 coney island 🤝 you're on your own kid 🤝 this is me trying
#the piercing depth of an anxiety-ridden taylor song#see my reblog with the detailed parallels#taylor swift#castles crumbling#nothing new#the archer#dear reader#mirrorball#anti-hero#coney island#you're on your own kid#this is me trying#parallels#mine#1k#2k#3k
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The Eras as Eras: Lover (x)
#Happy Birthday Lover!#lover#taylor swift#ts7#the eras tour#eras#the eras as eras#lover era#cruel summer#cornelia street#daylight#aotgylb#maathbp#paper rings#the man#the archer#ithk#inthaf#afterglow#swifties#taylornation#taylor swift edit#taylor swift art#foreverfeelslike
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TAYLOR SWIFT performing THE ARCHER The Eras Tour
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IMODNA: 37 x 49 x 103
It's Thursday. Have some tether-isms. 💜🪡🖤
#critical role#imodna#cr imogen#imogen x laudna#cr laudna#imogen temult#taylor swift#the archer#delilah briarwood
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et tu, brute?
1. david foster wallace, infinite jest 2. growrotten, a brief story about saying goodbye x 3. k. wright, judas 4. @demiiwhiffin x 5. @frenchtoastlesbian x 6. x 7. unknown 8. taylor swift, the archer 9. @demiiwhiffin x 10. x
#on betrayal#web weaving#webweaving#parallelism#parallels#words#david foster wallace#infinite jest#judas#taylor swift#the archer#lover#julius caesar#marcus brutus#saw the first quote on tiktok and it ruined my night so i had to share the horrors#on love#on loss
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the archer — t.s
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new romantics // the archer
#new romantics#1989 tv#1989#the archer#lover ts#lover#taylor swift#taylorswift#ts#the eras tour#ts edit#tswiftedit#tswiftlyrics#taylor swift lyric parallels#lyric parallels#ts lyrics#artist: Akira Kusaka#art#my edit#midnights#lyrics#1989 taylor's version
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the archer ~ s.r.
‘Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I'm all right, right, right, right here?’
Summary: When you focus so much on wanting to care for Spencer that you begin to lose yourself, and he notices.
Warnings: fem!reader x post prison!spencer, references to ptsd, reader bottles up her emotions and needs a good cry, spencer confronts her and then comforts her, a tiny bit angsty but mostly comfort, established relationship, spencer is a sweetheart who just wants you to communicate with him, reassurance, pet names (honey/sweetheart), reader is the archer coded, inspired by the archer by taylor swift
Category: Angst x Comfort
Word count: 1.3k
Author's Note: This is my first ever one shot/fic that I've ever uploaded, so please be kind and I hope you enjoy!! Feel free to leave me any advice. ily <3
It had been four months. Four months since Spencer Reid had last set foot into the BAU. Four months since he had been arrested in Mexico and sent to prison. Two months since you had seen him during the visiting hours when it was your turn.
He’d looked so worn down. Completely broken, and it broke your heart. You never imagined seeing him like that. Not the nerdy, sweet and intelligent man you’d loved so dearly. He became an entirely new person, but you didn’t treat him as such. You’d been your bubbly, cheery self as always. The happy mask slipped onto your face almost too easily considering your boyfriend was in a maximum security prison, and Spencer knew that. He knew you weren’t being genuine, but he didn’t have the energy to call you out on it. When you’d returned back to your shared apartment after the visit, you’d broken down that night, sleeping in his shirt and drinking from his favourite Doctor Who mug. He hated it when anybody else used his plates, cups or cutlery, but with you, he never seemed to mind… not when he was around, anyways. It was no different to a kiss, you’d supposed.
But that was two months ago. Now, Spencer had been free from prison for a month, and he was still adjusting to normal life. He was constantly on edge, and he couldn’t take showers by himself anymore. Not unless you were there. Whenever he ate, he wolfed his food down like he was afraid somebody would take it away - like somebody was about to tell him that lunch time was over. His life had been completely flipped around when he’d gone to prison, and you’d wanted to make sure everything was the same when he returned home. You wanted his surroundings to feel familiar. No more unnecessary change. But you were starting to think it wasn’t working.
Trying to keep so happy all of the time was taking a toll on you, but you were trying to do it for Spencer. He had enough on his plate, and the last thing he needed was to deal with your struggles, right? You thought that he was too absorbed with his own issues to notice yours, which you’d decided were much less serious in comparison, but he had noticed the darker side to yourself that you tried to keep under wraps.
You were reading a book on the sofa, glasses perched on the tip of your nose, hair thrown up into a ponytail and one of Spencer’s sweaters hanging off your frame when he approached you.
“Honey?” He said softly, sitting down next to you on the sofa and drawing your attention from your book. You looked up to him quickly, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you hummed in response. “Can I talk to you?” He continued, placing a hand on top of yours comfortingly. Just from his tone, you could tell it would be a serious conversation. One that you weren’t sure that you were prepared to have, but you accepted anyway. If he needed you, you’d be there for him. No matter what.
“Of course. Anything.” You nodded, unintentionally releasing a deep sigh.
"Are you okay?" He said simply, his hazel eyes showing concern. You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer. He was a profiler, after all. If you lied to him, he'd be able to tell instantaneously. But you didn't want to worry him. That was the last thing he needed right now. You didn't trust your words, and so you nodded sheepishly, not seeming too sure. You used to vent to Spencer all of the time before he went to prison, but now you were aware that he had problems of his own to deal with, and to you, your own seemed far less important in comparison, so you bottled up your feelings and acted like you were fine, even if you weren't.
Truth be told, you didn't even know why you felt so down. It had just been a tough few weeks with Spencer returning and being so different, but that wasn't his fault. Life in general was catching up to you, and it was exhausting.
"Words?" He sighed, "Look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You know that I won't make you, but.. I'm worried about you, okay? I know that you're not okay, and I'd appreciate it if you could stop acting like you were." Spencer said, with warm eyes and a soothing tone. Somehow, he always knew exactly what to say, and it always managed to surprise you even though he had an IQ of 187.
You didn't want to talk about it, not right now. You weren't ready to. But you were fully prepared to remove the mask that you'd been wearing in front of him for months. You looked to the side, and then back at him with your bottom lip trembling, not wanting to speak and instead letting your actions do the talking by shifting towards Spencer and leaning into the warmth of his body, where he opened his arms and wrapped them around you tightly, resting his head on top of yours so he could smell your sweet vanilla scented shampoo. Some things never changed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, and he could feel the dampness of your tears that you were finally able to let loose.
The dam had finally burst, and you cried it out. You cried it out in Spencer's arms for a good half hour, and he let you, whispering sweet nothings and stroking your back comfortingly, not letting you go.
Eventually, when you were ready, you pulled away slightly but not fully, one of Spencer's arms still around you as he looked down at you, your eyes swollen, red and puffy. Your cheeks were tear-stained, but he was quick to wipe them with his thumb.
"Are you ready to tell me why you've been bottling up your emotions lately?" Spencer asked, although he had an inclination as to why.
You sniffled and nodded, wiping your runny nose with the sleeve of your sweater Spencer's sweater. It was probably gross, but he'd seen you at your worst, and this wasn't even close to it.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just.. I-.. you've had so much going on lately, and you don't need my problems on top of your own-" You said, but he quickly cut you off.
"Don't say that," He shook his head, "I will always be here for you to talk to. I don't care if you think I have too much going on, okay? That isn't your decision to make. We're in a relationship, sweetheart. I understand that you're trying to do what's best for me, and I love you for that, but what we have is mutual. That means we share things with each other. We communicate our feelings with each other. You don't keep them bottled up just because you think that what you're doing is right. I know that I've been through a lot in these past months, but I don't want us to change because of that." He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his words soft-spoken and gentle, like he always was with you.
You let out a teary chuckle. "You always see right through me."
"I can see through almost anyone, honey. You can't bottle up your emotions forever with a profiler as a boyfriend." He teased.
You smiled a little before your tone grew insecure and serious once more.
"...you're sure you don't mind?" You asked, wanting reassurance.
"Of course I don't," He kissed your forehead and pulled you in for another hug, resting his head on top of yours once more. "All of these problems we have... we can work through them together. One step at a time. It's us against the world."
#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid angst#spencer reid x reader#post prison!spencer reid#spencer reid comfort#spencer reid fluff#fanfic#fanfiction#the archer#taylor swift#criminal minds#dr spencer reid#post prison#anxiety#i love soft spencer reid so much#you will never be able to convince me this man got all hardcore dom post prison#sweetheart#honey#au#reader#x reader#cm#tv show
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