#straw topper

[sweetandglovelyart]

I got the Princess Peach Showtime milk tea from Kung Fu Tea 👑

#text post #not Kirby #I was surprised they actually had it in stock normally their collab drinks are sold out pretty fast #I kept trying to get the Pikmin drinks during the Pikmin collab but the Kung Fu Tea near me was always out of them #peach drink is pretty good it’s a peach flavored milk tea and I think it has peach jelly at the bottom #it also comes with a little crown straw topper which is cute

[littlejazzy]

I made homemade ecto cooler!!! It was discontinued when I was 7, and I'm not even completely sure I drank some when I could, but it's nice to have some now because, well, I like Ghostbusters now!! (I didn't watch the films until I was 9, so it was too late to try it w/ Ghostbusters in mind)

The recipe is from the San Diego Ghostbusters franchise and is as follows:

4 parts Tampico Citrus Punch 1 part Minute Maid Lemonade As many drops of green food dye necessary to achieve desired color

I got this nifty acrylic carton from Target, so to fill it I used 2 cups of Tampico, 1/2 cup of Minute Maid, and 2 drops of green food dye! It's really tasty! And it goes perfectly with episodes of The Real Ghostbusters!!!! And the movies, of course, lol

I also got some of the Ecto Collection blind boxes!! I used this guide to get the ones I wanted! (not pictured here is a mini puft w/ a smore)

Anyway, this is a fun and a tasty recipe that I'm definitely gonna enjoy for the rest of the month!

#the staypuft straw topper is from an old sonic's wacky pack lol #soooo happy that i was able to use the sugar free alternatives and still have it be 'legitimate' it's so nice :) #toddler babbles #lunchbox #......... #ghostbusters agere

[hopcrow]

a good quality mattress is a medical device and health insurance should 100% cover it

like, if you harp about people needing narcotic pain meds and want to restrict them, but dont support people getting medical coverage for mattresses/massages/etc because they are “luxuries” maybe you just hate the concept of addicts and dont care about the well being of people with chronic pain like you say

#i should have access to narcotics when i need them to have any quality of life #but i personally need them 90% less now that i starved myself for months to buy an insanely expensive pressure relief mattress topper #ppl out here are rly like ‘you shouldnt get pain meds look for alternative pain control methods’ #but also ‘sleep on a loose bag of straw a good mattress is a Luxury and you arent Entitled To It’ #chronic pain

[erwinsvow]

“rafe, i want a soda,” you tell your boyfriend from your comfortable seat, settled under your blanket waiting for the movie to start. rafe’s talking to kelce and topper about something quietly, adjusting his backwards cap and staring straight ahead—at people you recognize as the pogues he’s been terrorizing as of late. you rise from your position, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. kelce and topper stop talking, getting into their chairs when rafe turns to talk to you.

“yes, princess? what now?” 

you should be good—rafe always tell you to keep your nose out of his business stuff, especially when he’s making his rounds at a party trying to sell coke. you usually always comply anyways, not asking questions since the first time and not caring either, as long he swears he’s safe and not doing as much of the stuff as he used to—but this isn’t about his business. you can tell there’s something going on with those pogues and he’s planning something that you want to make him stop.

“movie’s starting. and i want a soda.” 

“kelce, give her your soda,” rafe says, turning back around to finish his conversation, when you interrupt. you shake your head at kelce, who holds the pepsi can in his hand, stopping right as he was about to toss it to you.

“it’s not diet, rafe,” you comment with a sweet smile, hoping you can distract him from whatever he’s trying to talk about with his boys.

“really kid? i think you’ll be fine-”

“please, rafe?” you interrupt again, pouting. he shouldn’t have given up so easily—but your pout is one of those things he can’t resist. 

“pain in my ass, kid, really.” you smile at rafe, thanking him while he grumbles. “you better sit tight and watch this stupid movie after this-”

“popcorn too! do you guys want anything?” you turn, asking kelce and topper.

“all good, thanks princess.” you crinkle your nose and turn back, not really liking it when anyone but rafe addresses you like that—it feels like a joke when they say it.

rafe comes back with your stuff, handing it to you with a roll of his eyes, but you notice he’s smiling when you thank him. you curl up next to him on the same chair, head on his chest trying to watch the movie. you notice he’ll turn to look at kelce and topper, and then the pogues sitting ahead of you. 

each time he starts looking, you try to distract him, bringing your straw or a piece of popcorn up to his mouth, and then he looks down at you instead, with a sweet smile and a kiss to the top of your head. 

you should have guessed it would only work for so long—the two pogue boys get up and the three boys with you rise instantly too. in a desperate attempt to keep him with you, you drop the soda onto the grass and call to your boyfriend before he gets too far.

“rafe, uhm, this spilled so i need a new one-”

“one minute, princess, i’ll be right back-”

“no, rafe, wait-” but he’s gone before you can say or do anything else.

you sit in the lawn chair, too distracted to focus on the movie, worried about what rafe is gonna do to them. it’s only a few minutes later that you hear screaming, and look up to see the entire projector screen aflame. you get up immediately, panicking at the horde of people trying to get away, when you take a step backwards and bump into something hard. you yelp, but familiar hands hold you hard and guide you out back to the parking lot, hands that can only belong to your boyfriend.

you don’t get a clear look at rafe until he parks at tannyhill—a pink and red lesion on his cheek that wasn’t there before. 

“rafe, your face-”

“kid, why d’you think i’m trying to take care of business with these pogues? huh?” you’re silent, not able to compose any kind of answer that would make sense. 

“i-i don’t-”

“exactly. you don’t know. these, these pogues? they’re fuckin’ crazy. they held a gun to top’s head. they set that fire, not carin’ who would get hurt.” he watches you stare at him with big eyes and parted lips, taking in everything he’s saying. he knows it’s a little manipulative, not giving you any context or telling you he caved in pope’s face with a nine-iron. you’re listening, and paying attention, finally. “let you get away with a lot of stuff, kid. don’t make me regret it.” 

like he doesn’t know why you make him go buy soda or try to distract him with a kiss at the beach or at the club. he brushes it aside because he likes to let you think you’re getting away with it.

“have you learned your lesson about interferin’?” you nod eagerly. “good girl. now c’mon.” he takes you upstairs to his bedroom and lets you apologize down on your knees.

“good fuckin’ girl-” is what comes out of rafe’s mouth when you settle infront of him, on your knees, hands unbuckling his belt. he repeats it, but it comes out as a grunt when you take him into your mouth, big, watery eyes staring up at him while you impale your throat with his thick cock. he wipes the tears away with his free hand, the other one gripping your hair while he slides your mouth up and down with his motions.

“that’s right, nothin’ to say now, huh? good girl, don’t worry, i’ll forgive you. you gonna meddle again? hm?” he pulls you off, your mouth letting go with a little pop sound. 

“no, no, never again-”

“good girl,” and he brings your mouth right back.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #reposting since it was so dead earlier!

[sociorafe]

THEM BEING JEALOUS/POSSESSIVE

jj maybank & rafe cameron

warnings: use of cocaine, alcohol, mentions of sex, slight degradation?

author’s note: im not too happy with this one if im honest, but i don’t want to waste it and delete it. i hope you guys enjoy reading tho. feedback is highly appreciated <3

taglist: @rafetopia @drewstarkeyslut @rvfecamerons @rafeology @drudyslut

• RAFE CAMERON

You know you’re pushing his buttons, but you genuinely can’t help it. When he gets like this, you almost get a high off of it. What cocaine is to Rafe, his jealousy and possessiveness is to you.

Given that it was your idea to throw a garden party at Tannyhill, Rafe made you swear on your life that you’d behave and not show him up.

And unfortunately for him, as soon as you get a drop of alcohol in your system, you’re practically done for.

You can sense the concentration in Rafe’s stare as you parade yourself around, almost flashing your lacy thong as the wind gently blows the hem of your dress up. Yeah, you can’t control the wind, but you chose to wear a dress so short that you risk your modesty.

“You know he’s gonna flip, right?” Wheezie says, suddenly appearing from behind a pillar. You almost jump out of your skin.

“Wheezie?” You look at the glass in her hands before risking a glance over your shoulder. Rafe already on alert as he sees you talking to his little sister. “You know you’re not supposed to be out here. It’s a party, you should be in your room.”

She rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her drink through the curly straw. “You’re starting to sound like Rafe.”

You fight back a smile. “If I was starting to sound like Rafe, I’m pretty sure I’d be meaner to you.” You grab the drink from her hand and give it a sniff before tasting it. “Seriously, Wheezie? Rafe’s gonna kill you if he finds out you’re drinking his alcohol. Go pour it down the sink.”

She peers behind you, eyes slightly widening before she begins to retreat. “Looks like Rafe’s gonna kill you instead. See ya, Y/N!”

Just before you go to reach for her, a strong pair of hands grip your waist and spin you around. You look up slowly until your eyes settle on your boyfriends ever-so blue ones. You see that his pupils are blown and there’s a small residue of that glorious white powder around his nostrils.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” Rafe’s voice is calm and collected, something you’ve rarely heard. “Or should we talk about the fact that my girlfriend is walking around my house like a slut on a runway?”

You’re starting to wish you didn’t drink too much alcohol, because you’re finding him crazy attractive right now.

“Or we can talk about the fact that you get to slide your cock in my pussy every night and no one else does?” You raise an eyebrow. You know you’re pushing your luck, but oh well.

Rafe pulls you closer to him, both of your fronts pinned against each other. “Feel like I need to teach you a lesson, yeah?”

Your heartbeat picks up. “Yeah? Does my Rafey wanna teach me how to be good for him?” You swipe his bottom lip with your tongue and you slide your hands down his torso to grip onto his belt— you can feel a dozen eyes on you, but you couldn’t care less.

Rafe pins you with a dark look. “Keep this prissy bitch act up, and I’m gonna have to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone. Is that what you want?” A hand slides into your hair at the back before roughly tugging and exposing your neck. “Is that what you want, Y/N?”

You know he’s waiting on you to answer, so you muster up all of your courage and give him a snarky response. “Don’t be stupid, Rafey. I’d only want Topper to watch.”

“Fucking slut.” Rafe growls before sinking his teeth into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.

• JJ MAYBANK

You were helping Kiara out at The Wreck since her parents had to leave on business terms that you weren’t allowed to know. Normally you’d press Kie about what’s going on, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood to open up to you.

“Table by the window needs their order taken.” Kiara points in the general direction of a table of cute guys. “I gotta do some stock taking, do it for me?”

Even though she said it like a question, you knew she was practically ordering you. “Yes, boss.” You give her a salute and she rolls her eyes but you caught a glimpse of a smile before she went out back.

You grab the order pad and pen from by the till and make your way over to the table. Up close, they were even more cuter than you expected. If JJ was here, he’d be vibrating in his seat wanting to do something to show you were his.

“Hey, what can I get you guys? Any drinks?” You gice them a smile and they all share a look between each other. Your stomach flips slightly, but you keep your composure.

“Just water.” The closest one to you answer, his eyes unmistakably moving up and down your frame.

You shift from one foot to the other, “Waters, got it. Anything else? Are you ready to order food?”

One of them drops the menu on purpose by your feet and he reaches down, but as he picks the menu up, he makes sure to graze his fingers along your bare legs.

You immediately take a step back and collide with a hard body. JJ Maybank. You knew the press of his chest against your back anywhere.

“Am I seeing correctly?” JJ tilts his head to the side, a strong arm wrapping around your chest and pulling you further into his body. “Did you really just touch my girlfriends leg?”

The guy blinks and says nothing.

“I asked you a question.” You feel JJ’s breathing begin to quicken and you know you only have a few short minutes before he blows his cool.

You spin in his hold, your hand placing against his chest to lightly push him backwards away from the table. “It was probably an accident, Jay, just leave them. Go wait over there, I’ll be with you in a minute, okay?”

JJ moves his dark gaze from the guys and when he looks into your eyes, they soften. “Are you okay? Because if you aren’t, I’ll happily snap their necks.” He makes sure to say the last part louder for the table to hear.

You nod your head, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before turning him around and pushing him in the other direction.

You turn back to the table. “I’m gonna grab your waters, but I just gotta warn you— they could be poisoned, but who knows.”

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

#rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj obx imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj outer banks #outer banks jj #jj maybank #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #rudy pankow #outer banks smut #outer banks #jj obx fic #obx smut #obx x reader #obx fanfiction

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Fall

back by popular demand, i’m here with another prissy girl guide! this post is a bit late for the fall but it’ll allow you to finish the season off in a pretty fashion, and transition to the winter smoothly. i’ll be discussing the look i’ve been adorned in as of late and my fav products i’ll be using for the spirit of fall! 💓

what’s the look this fall?

the look this season is “divalicious barbie.” voluminous hair, tapered square nails and fur details + neutral color palettes. add in a few pops of pink and some sparkly detailz and you got my look this fall. “sexy chic.” i’ve been really leaning into the vibe of a runway supermodel diva emulsion. as you may have seen, my birthday outfit drew from many inspirations, focally the early nineties alaia runway shows. just immense glamour, class and girliness with a healthy dose of sexy.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

“in are warm scents, fur, leopard prints, brown lip gloss with voluminous blowouts for the fall to enhance my diva essence!”

- @realprissygrl on twitter 🎀

first and foremost…

the weather is turning so a lot of us are catching colds. take care of your health and rest. protect your immune system and dress according to weather. i almost always get sick around late september/early october and its because of the dip my immune system takes due to the change in climate.

preparation

some of you are in school like me. one of the reasons the fall is my fav season is because it’s time to get back to the basics. you should be developing new study routines around this time or perfecting the ones you have already

new school supplies + stationery. pretty girls deserve to stay stocked up on glitter ink and fuzzy pens

start saving money for the holiday season

get a handle on your halloween look early so not to scramble when the day comes

stock up on tea, immune boosters like emergen-c and medicine

start going outside in the morning to get the vitamin D and K you may lose out on as the seasons turn

set new goals and track them in a diary or planner

try to get well rested. the change from fall to winter can cause a lot of mood and energy complications due to lack of rest

essentials

a metallic pink starbucks tumbler or stanley cup

new books to read this season

chai tea and espresso for at home lattes + a pink thermos for travel (mine is a barbie pink micro shimmer one by starbucks)

hello kitty pencil caps and planners

velcro roller kit

super cute straw toppers

juicy couture laptop case for school

dry shampoo and clean paddle brush

pink ipad for productivity

victoria’s secret anything

cute hydrophobic jackets + umbrella

cute planner, i take my corset planner everywhere

clothes and accessories

warm neutrals + pink

layers, layers, layers! i’ve been pairing fur vests/cardigans, and sheer tops

cheetah and leopard print (yes they’re different lol) i’m going for the galleria chanel look this season

preppy looks! tartan, tweed and pleats have been such an essential for me on class days

cute little purses that are only big enough for your phone, lip gloss and keys. they come rhinestoned, fur trimmed or beaded and go very well with preppy lookz

chocolate brown accessories and layers

rhinestones and pearls add the perfect diva touch to any look

hoops 4ever

diamond studs for when your hair is pulled back, the prettiest detail ever

velour tracksuits

shimmery neutral pieces

feathers and gold jewelry to achieve that regine hunter/hilary banks aesthetic

fur trims on sheer tops

fuzzy trimmed half jackets

neutral toned designer tote bags

leopard print totes

blacked out shades

berets

sheer tights including tights with patterns like lace and stripes

ted baker arycon bags. they’re affordable and super freaking cute

fuzzy knitted pieces

knee high socks

cute little pumps + kitten heels

leather booties

uggs… obviously

medium telfar in either ballerina, bubblegum or gold

rubber boots with cute details like metal buttons or fur

furry moon boots

apple watch + charm bracelet stacking

beauty

brown + pink all season. cinnamon strawberry dessert girl

tape ins + sew ins or clip ins for a budget

soft matte makeup. not too matte (winter) and not dewy (summer)

neutral eyeshadow with a pink glossy lip

voluminous side parted hair with velcro roller curls OR

pin straight silk presses with a middle part

adequate moisture in hair is imperative to ensure hairstyles last long and stay sleek. if my hair reverts too fast i know it’s because its dry

sparkly hair clips

deep pink, mauve and berry blushes

lip balms like tree hut, summers friday and patrick ta

high ponies and half up half down stylez

long curly lashes. my favs are by kiss and lilly lashes or sold on amazon in the pink packaging

invest in a metal roller brush (ulta has super cute pink ones omg) OR a round brush blow dryer to add body to hair

makeup by pat mcgrath and patrick ta for sparkly lookz

beauty blender cleanser is my fav for cleaning my brushes

lip glosses + lipstick in nude pink, nude, deep brown, and baby pink

tapered square french tipz and nude nails

eyeshadow palettes with blacks, reds, browns, grays, and creams. my favs rn are naughty nude and new nude by huda, glam palette by natasha denona and the master mattes by mario

claw clips have been my fav for cute updos

warm scents with notes of wood, oud, musk, cinnamon, pastry, soft florals and brown sugar

smoky eyes + smudged liner + wings

#the prissy girl agenda #fall #dream girl beauty #dream girl fashion #dream girl journey #my posts #diva seasonz!

[incorrectbatfam]

What do the batfam do with a melted chocolate bar?

Dick: covers his hands and threatens to hug his siblings

Jason: creates cupcake toppers for Lian's class

Tim: slurps it through the wrapper with a straw

Damian: paints on a cake

Duke: drizzles it on a soft pretzel

Cullen: lures all the ants into his bug trap

Stephanie: combines it with equal part Cool Whip and 2 parts cake mix, rolls it into golf balls, and bakes them at 350°F for 10 minutes

Cassandra: freezes it back into a regular chocolate bar

Barbara: stirs it into her coffee

Harper: uses it as cement for her gingerbread construction site

Carrie: makes a layered dessert dip with frosting, peanut butter, and marshmallow cream

Kate: invites Bruce over and pretends it's a coaster

Alfred: puts it in an empty Nutella jar and see how long it takes for the others to notice

Selina: eats it in bed after Bruce falls asleep

Bruce: eats it in bed after Selina falls asleep

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cullen row #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #harper row #carrie kelley #kate kane #alfred pennyworth #selina kyle #bruce wayne #batman #batcat #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #tw food mention #tw bug mention

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: Reader and Rafe are enemies. At the bonfire one night Rafe picks on her and she has the last straw, JJ tries to calm everyone down by firing his gun but reader gets scared and rafe ends up comforting her.

Notes: @rafemotherfuckingcameron

There he was, Rafe Cameron. Kook King. Islands golden boy.

But he wasn’t all that. Under the surface Rafe had a bad coke problem.

It all started one night when the two of you hooked up on a coked out moment.

Ever since that night Rafe has been horrible to you. You don’t even know why, you thought it was good. In fact you two even cuddled after. But the next morning Rafe was no where to be found and you hadn’t heard from him since. He simply used you like he did all the girls.

So every time you saw him it ended in bickering.

“Y/n” Rafes voice was cold as he and his posse stood in front of you.

“Rafe. What brings you to this side of the island? Need more drugs to feed your ego?”

He narrows his eyes as he steps forward a little.

You cower a bit but quickly push your shoulders back and square up to him.

“Please, we both know I don’t need to feed my ego. Come to think of you, you enjoyed my ego pretty well that night” kelce and topper snicker behind him and you roll your eyes.

Suddenly it’s clear he’s not talking about his actual ego. Rafe did this. He always brought up that night because he, and the whole island, knew of your little crush on the kook.

“Oh Rafe! Right there! Don’t stop! Rafe!” He mocks your moans as your face turns red with both anger and embarrassment.

“Stop” your voice is quiet as you try to swallow the tears.

Rafe continues mocking you as his minions snicker behind him.

You don’t know what got into you but you pounce on him, jumping onto his back and pulling his hair as your nails claw at his face. He tries to push you off but you wrap your legs around his waist and continue laying it on him.

At this point the whole crowd has gathered and are watching you go ham on Rafe.

You hear your friends tell you to calm down but your rage blinds your conscious as you continue pulling and scratching and punching and kicking.

Suddenly a gun goes off and you cower, your body falling to the ground and forming a fetal position.

Nobody on this island knew what that noise meant to you. Nobody knew about the memories that noise brought back. Nobody but Rafe.

Despise the scratches you left on his gorgeous face he lowers himself to you, one arm shielding you as the other pushes the hair out of your face.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He tried to shake you “it’s okay. Shh, your okay”

You don’t remember much as the memories of finding your parents dead and the sound of a gun firing right into you abdomen flood your mind. Next thing you know your being carried in big strong arms.

“Ra-“ your voice croaks as you try to speak. “Wh- what happened?” You say as your throat burns with your tears.

“Y/n” Rafe sighs as he sets you down on the passenger seat of his truck.

“JJ happened. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home” and with that he shuts the door.

In this moment you hated being anywhere near Rafe, but at the same time he’s the only one who was ever there for you. Despite the hating game you two played.

“Rafe-“

“Y/n. Don’t mention it. Seriously. Ever!” Rafe spoke sternly as he turned the key in the ignition.

“JJ’s and idiot.”

“Yeah” Rafe breathlessly laughs as he pulls out of the parking lot.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as he drives to your house.

“I- I- I’m sorry..” Rafe finally speaks.

You turn your head and catch a glimpse of his face. The night moon highlighting his best features.

“It’s okay” your voice is soft but Rafe heard it. He reaches a hand over and squeezes your thigh before focusing back on the road.

You stare up at him with a slight smile on your face, did Rafe Cameron just apologize?

Well this would be an interesting turn of events.

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #drewstarkey smut #outerbanks #drewstarkey #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe fluff #smut drew starkey

[absentlyabbie]

don't be afraid of buying things that make your life easier. don't talk yourself out of it, beat yourself up for being "lazy", or shame yourself for not being able to do things the "right" way so you don't deserve to try it a different way.

if there's a thing out there that can make something faster, more bearable, less painful, more tolerable, anything like that at all, and you can afford it? you have the right, you deserve it, and you should do it.

i've stuck for the last several years with exclusively those detachable sprayer showerheads, because i need to be able to sit down in the bath and it makes the entire operation easier, so i'm less likely to risk a concussion or pass out or wobble and slip.

for the last few years, i've been using one with a little powerwash spray setting and i use it before and after every shower and it keeps my tub and shower cleaner so much longer, which is great because i hate cleaning the bath and can put it off for months, and scrubbing kills my shoulders.

sometimes, whether it's the executive dysfunction, or the depression, or knowing that i become entirely detached from the concept of time when in the shower, if i can't bring myself to get in the damn thing and do a full-blown shower, and i know i'd just be uncomfortable and not clean and still keep putting it off (because i can easily lose well over an hour once in there), i will kneel on my (cushy, quick-dry, memory foam) bathroom mat beside the tub and lean over it to wash my hair and face and maybe soap up to my shoulders. then later when it feels like a way more manageable and shorter task i can do a quick scrub and rinse.

i've bought cbd for when my joint pain makes sleeping otherwise impossible (even though it's expensive) and a work desk that has expandable legs to be a bed desk if i ever need to work sick (i'm lucky to be remote since my job change).

i've bought the screw-top, 40oz, insulated mugs and extra long plastic straws (do not @ me) and the pop-bottom giant cube ice trays all because every one of those helps ensure i drink more water every day (and so does the faucet-mounted water filter).

i buy specific individual snacks that require little to no prep so even when the execution of making a sandwich is Too Damn Much, i can still make myself do some calorie intake.

i talked myself into a cushioned mattress topper to relieve my spine and because it's way cheaper than a new mattress. i bought blackout curtains for our old apartment because the outdoor lights were insanely bright at all hours and made sleep even more elusive.

i've purchased slip on-only shoes or no-tie laces because i hate tying shoelace knots, my hands are less dexterous than ever (and hurt), and because i struggle with time management and it's one small thing to shave off just a little more time so i'm a little less late.

i didn't buy all of these things all at once, definitely. i am, sadly, made of meat and not money.

but i started budgeting, slowly, more and more of whatever amount of disposable income i had after bills towards "thing to make life suck less and not be so hard" and i can't regret it in the least.

i deserve not only small comforts and joys, but also less pain and difficulty, and ways to make challenging parts of life a little more within my reach with not quite as much effort.

so do you.

#chronic illness #disability #but this is not just for disabled people #or those who are of a certain level of Suffering #so don't go telling yourself 'oh well this doesn't apply to me because i'm SUPPOSED to have no issue' #fuck 'supposed to' #reaching for the right tool for the job of living decently and in relative comfort and happiness is not failure it's good sense

[allkindfangirl]

reader getting mad with rafe about the whole melting the cross thing bcus shes also friends with pope and breaking up with him and trying to make her jealous with sofia? (i love angst sm idk why)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader warnings: season 3 spoiler (kinda?), mention of alcohol, toxic behavior

You couldn't believe his words when Rafe told you about melting down the cross. You knew he was impulsive but you never thought he would do something so thoughtless. Devil and angel were already fighting inside of you, with him always working against your friends, but this was the last straw. He had thought it was a good idea, he thought once again he had done the right thing without really thinking about what he did.

He tried to understand you when you yelled at him about how the cross was important for Pope, that it meant something to his family but he didn't really care. It was this side of him that was ruthless and didn't care about people around him.

Though you were happy that he was clean now, his ruthlessness, the selfishness got even worse. He felt a new kind of power since his father couldn't dictate him anymore.

"I'm done with this shit Rafe." You were standing across from him on the veranda of Tanney hill.

"Shit? Our relationship?" He scoffed, tried to not let the anger well up in his body. He was pacing around in front of you, a grin on his lips. "Y/n, grow the fuck up. You can't keep running around with your friends, chasing stupid little adventures. This is real life." He was looking down at you, a feeling you hated.

"No Rafe.", you said through gritted teeth. "You need to grow up. This isn't real life. Stealing from people isn't real life. Just doing whatever you think is the best, isn't real life."

You didn't feel safe in his presence, even though he was standing meters away from you and even though you knew he would never actually hurt you. But still, his mood changes were unpredictable.

His hands run over his buzzed head, as he took a step towards you. He was looking at you with crazy eyes, sweat forming on his chest under the white shirt and on his forehead.

"Maybe then we're just not meant to be together if we're so different, y/n."

Though you felt your heart sinking with his words you tried to stiffen up. You shrug your shoulders. "I should've broken up with you a long time ago."

You flinched when he was suddenly standing right in front of you, his face almost touching yours, him raising his finger at you. "No, no.", he grinned. "You're not breaking up with me. I am breaking up with you.", he whispered, but still it send shivers down your back. You knew he was close to losing it completely.

"Whatever.", were your last words and you felt your body relax as soon as you left his house.

-

The next couple of weeks you did everything you could to not cross his ways. He didn't reach out to you and you didn't reach out to him. You figured this time it was really over. Though you tried to ignore him, it took you quite some time to not miss him everyday. You didn't think you would ever get over him, though you knew it was for the best. The two of you had been opposites from the beginning. You had been blind to see that you couldn't change him.

Toppers party was the first time you went out again. Since Sarah was hanging out with him again, she had asked you to come with her. You really didn't wanted to go. Too afraid to see Rafe again. Still, you could really use a drink and you were done with sitting in your room alone all night every night.

The music was blasting through the house, people drinking, smoking and doing coke everywhere. You always hated this side of Rafes friends and that he was a part of this.

Still, tonight you tried to forget all of it, the drink in your hand helping.

"Y/n.", you heard Topper behind you. You said your hello, then taking a couple of shots with him and Sarah in the big, crowded kitchen.

And then he walked in, wearing a lose shirt and shorts. He grinned as he saw his friends, then saw you standing beside Sarah and his smile disappeared for a second. The eye contact was heated. It felt like he was looking right inside your soul and for a moment it felt like your were the only ones in the room.

And then there she was. It took a second to realize that she was here with him. She slung his arm around his torso, smiling up at him, then greeting everyone in the group.

Rafe was still looking at you, a light smirk on his lips. Then he leaned down to her, to peck her lips with a kiss.

He wanted to hurt you and he knew this was the best way to do it. You had been the one he loved, he really thought and always hoped you would understand him. It turned out you didn't. He felt betrayed by you leaving him.

It worked. You hadn't felt a pain like this before. You knew Rafe had been with girls before you, but you never really wanted to think about him with someone else. The thought of him kissing another girl, giving his all to someone else just crushed you. His lips- they were supposed to be on yours, his body was suppose to do things to your body, not someone else's.

You grabbed Sarahs hand, then turned to her. "I- uhm- I should go.", you said, stumbling.

"Don't. We can just go outside. Please, don't let him ruin your night."

You gave her a light smile but shook your head. "No, it's fine really. I just want to go home.", you said. Then said a quick goodbye and rushed out of the kitchen, too afraid to burst out in tears in front of everyone.

As soon as you stepped outside the house you felt tears of anger running down your face. You knew, you had been the one who left him - still, you didn't think he would just move on and get with another girl like you didn't mean anything to him.

"You're already leaving?"

You froze, not able to move when you heard his voice behind you and his footsteps coming closer to you.

His touch on your hip send you over the edge. Tears on your face, your lips parted and your back still facing him.

"Don't touch me.", you whispered, but he didn't care. He just scoffed. You were still not able to move when he shove his hand up your shirt, feeling your warm skin on his skin. He pulled you close to his chest, his lips near your ear.

"I didn't think I would have such an effect on you."

You closed your eyes while trying to calm yourself down, but nothing could make the butterflies in your stomach go away. He had an effect on you. His touch always made you weak and he knew that. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His grip on your hip tightened and with one push he swirled you around, so you would finally look at him.

He had a light grin on his lips. He knew he had you under his spell. His hand came up to your face to wipe away the tears on your cheek.

"Don't cry because of me.", he pointed out. Not to make you feel better but to show you what he did to you, that you were the weak one.

You melted under his touch. One of his hands was still laying on your cheek, the other one already back on your bare hip.

"You're mine.", you whispered but didn't dare looking him in the eyes. It tore you apart, showing him so much weakness, but the thought of him giving himself to somebody else just drove you crazy.

"Say it again. I didn't hear you." Rafes hand ran down your cheek to touch your chin. He made you look up to him, to look him in the eyes.

"Say it.", he whispered. His eyes were staring at your lips, waiting for those words, that just drove him wild, to escape from your lips.

"You're mine."

- really don't know if this is how you wanted it to go but I just got carried away. xx hope you still like it.

requests are open!

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[onsunnyside]

ok so i've been trying to come up with a mafia trope for this ask by the bestie @bimbofawn: now this isn't a full-blown mob fic, but it has a few elements

The Camerons have all the wealth, influence and success anyone can dream of. They come from a long lineage of fame and riches, now running the parent company of many subsidiaries with power all across the country. It's no surprise they're involved in a few shady businesses, yet it's all kept tightly under wraps.

As the heir to a vast dynasty, Rafe grew up under a lot of pressure to be the best in what he does, and his ego is proof of that. He's in the tabloids, the ivy league graduate by day and the wild bachelor by night, landing himself in more scandals than ass-kissing articles.

The Camerons are known for their prestige and (heavily manufactured) picture-perfect image. So Rafe's sleazy, immature behaviour just won't do. Although he's doing good with the shady side of the family business (bc ofc he's into violence and drug trafficking/manufacturing), he needs to do better with the public side. To give his son a motive for cleaning up his act, he gives him an ultimatum: lose it all and get disowned or settle down.

Now, he has a few months to find someone, but his ego won't let him settle for just anyone. The headlines aren't any comfort either: Pleasure Over Business: Is Rafe Cameron responsible for the fall of the Cameron dynasty?

This is very off-to-the-races coded: you drift into his sector on his friend's arm one night. He shrugs you off, expecting there to be a different girl the next time they go to the clubs (because there always is) but nope, you show up again and again.

It’s hard for him to ignore someone so kindhearted and naturally alluring. He can’t look away from you sipping on the straw, your calm gaze locked on his, making him stumble over his words like a teenager with a crush. He dreams of you every time he falls asleep, your pretty face burned on the inside of his eyelids as if you belonged there.

But one night his friend shows up with a different girl.

"Her rates got too high, and my folks were getting suspicious so I had to let her go, unfortunately." He exhales, his arm around the other woman kissing up his neck.

Now, did he predict you were an escort? Not at all. It catches him off guard and he almost spits up his drink. "You paid her to date you?"

Topper glares, "you don't have to say it like that. We did more than just make appearances together if that's what you're asking. All consensual, of course, but you do have to pay extra for private um... sessions."

me senses... a sugar-baby proposition: "I'll take care of everything, all expenses, your rent, and an allowance on top of that. Anything you want you can have."

You're still apprehensive, you've taken clients who've heard of you from word of mouth before, but this was new. They were best friends who routinely saw each other, you'd hate to stir the pot. "Won't it be weird?"

"You with Top was just business and so is what I'm offering." Perhaps that was a little white lie, but you didn't need to know that. "No harm, no foul. In my hands, you could live better than this."

"I like my home." You mutter, hugging a pillow to your chest, it was one of the many mismatched cushions that littered your old couch. "I worked hard to get it this way."

He nudges the wobbly table by the door, the picture frames rattling on the surface. "For thousands of dollars a night, I would've expected some sense of luxury, or a stove with actual knobs." He says and quirks a brow, "where'd all that money go?"

"Oh... I had to give my boss his cut."

"How much is that?"

"80 percent." You admit, ducking away when Rafe frowns, "I know, I know... It wasn't my fault, my daddy—" Your voice cracks, "My daddy got involved with a bad man after he gambled away all our savings and my college fund. And he still couldn't stop after my mama left. I had to—I had to help somehow."

You still remember returning from campus to see him bruised and battered on the living room floor, crying for your mother who was halfway across the world, now a happily divorced woman. The memory brings tears to your eyes and they stream down your cheeks.

Rafe bites his tongue, rethinking his decision to show up here in the first place. Your unlucky life only made you more perfect, and as terrible as it sounded, he knows he won't find anyone more fitting for his circumstances.

He refused to leave until you agreed.

"What's his name?"

You don't hear him over your sniffles and rub your nose into your pillow, "huh?"

He crouches by your feet, placing a hand on your thigh. "What's the big bad man's name, sweetie?"

"Why—Why are you asking..."

The blue in his eyes seems darker, but it could just be the dim lightbulbs you haven’t changed yet. He blinks up at you with thick lashes, a slow smile crawling onto his face.

"I'm going to prove to you that when you're with me, you've got nothing to worry about."

And the next night, he shows up at your door with a fresh bouquet of flowers and bruised knuckles. You don’t get one word out before drops a heavy duffel bag on the floor, “here’s the money you deserve for your work, and extra for your troubles.”

You glance at the bag and then his face, your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. “What—What did you do?”

He smiles, cocking his head to the side. “Nothing you have to worry about, sweetheart.” He says, wiping toothpaste from the corner of your lip. “Now, are you going to invite me in?”

Rafe is very possessive, he doesn’t care that you dated/slept with his friend because you belong to him now. He buys you a gold necklace with his initial on it, parades you around the city for all the nosy paps to see, and brings you home to meet his family. And yes, you do get the gold seal of approval from his father.

well this is just a mash-up of different tropes 🫡 fake relationship, sugar daddy and mob, with rafe's signature "you're mine" mindset. me has a few slutty and soft ideas for this au too hehe

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[cherienymphe]

Pretty When You Cry (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of violence, jealous!Rafe, underage drinking, side of Pope x reader, kook!Reader, non canon ages

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics​

summary: if anyone has a right to Kelce’s sister, it’s going to be Rafe Cameron. Not some Pogue.

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You paused when someone called for you. At least, you got the feeling it was you they were calling for. You turned to see a familiar face rushing towards you, holding out a card that was just as familiar. You tapped your back pocket, disappointed in yourself as you didn’t even know it had fallen out.

“You uh…you dropped this,” he said, voice a bit shaky.

You took it with a smile, watching as he awkwardly returned it.

“Thanks! That would’ve been ugly later on,” you told him with a chuckle.

He joined in before scratching the back of his head and walking away to rejoin his friends, glancing at you a few times as he did. You turned around with a shake of your head, chuckling to yourself as you rejoined your own friends. You noticed the slight frown on Kelce’s face when you sat down, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“He was just giving me back my card that I dropped,” you told him, ignoring his sour expression.

“He likes you,” your brother complained, and at the sound of that, both Topper and Rafe became a little too interested in the conversation.

“Who?” the oldest of the two almost seemed to demand, and you scoffed at him.

“No one,” you said with a pointed look to Kelce the same time he said Pope’s name.

You sighed, sitting back in your seat.

“He doesn’t like me…”

“He does,” he harshly argued. “…and you’re just lapping it up.”

“I’m not going to apologize for not creating a hostile environment every time I come in contact with someone from the other side of the island,” you sneered. “He hasn’t done anything to me so…”

“He’s a Pogue,” Topper said like that was reason enough to hate him.

“He’s nice.”

“It’s really better to not get into it, Top,” your brother sighed. “The way she talks about him you’d think the sun rose and set on his ass.”

You huffed, looking around to see if your food was on the way.

“What…? You like Pope or something?”

You turned your gaze onto none other than Rafe, your least favorite of Kelce’s buddies. The guy was equally demented as he was handsome, and as fun as he could be sometimes, Rafe really just didn’t know when to quit. That applied to pretty much everything. Coke, getting into fights, spending his dad’s money. It had been years, and you still didn’t quite know what to think of him.

Half the time you liked him because he’d look out for you when Kelce wouldn’t…and half the time you hated him for being…well…Rafe.

Right now, was a perfect example because you swore he looked more bothered by the idea of you liking Pope than your own brother. He was playing with the straw in his glass, steely blue gaze focused on you as he lounged in his chair. The look on his face demanded an answer, and you gave him one.

“No, I-.”

“Good,” he interrupted. “…because John B, and all of his little buddies are bad news.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “They’re always getting mixed up in some shit, and a nice girl like you shouldn’t hang around trash like that.”

“The way you guys talk about them is disgusting,” you said, rising out of your seat, throwing Rafe a cold look. “…and excuse me if I don’t take advice from the guy who snorts coke for breakfast.”

“Woah,” you heard Kelce say, Topper snorting a laugh.

Rafe simply smirked at you, head tilted to look up at you, his expression telling you that your words were going in one ear and coming out of the other.

“Text me when the food gets here. I’ll be outside,” you mumbled.

You didn’t spare them another glance, but you knew they’d be talking about you the minute you left. The North Carolina breeze cooled your face, and it was only then that you realized just how mad they’d made you. You leaned against the outside of the restaurant, gnawing at your lip.

You hated the way they talked about people from The Cut, but Pope especially.

Sure, you could admit that JJ had his issues, but no more than Rafe, and while John B wasn’t perfect, he also wasn’t the criminal your brother and his friends made him out to be. But Pope was…different. You didn’t think it was an exaggeration to say he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. He was always so polite to you, never missing a chance to say ‘hi’ and you supposed that Kelce was right.

Pope did like you, that much was easy to see. His eyes always lit up when you came around and watching the way he’d stumble over his words was…cute. You’d be lying if you said the feeling wasn’t mutual. How could you not? It was Pope, and it was often why you found yourself dragging Kelce to The Wreck. Any chance to see him…

Just then some people were coming out, and you kept your face forward at the sound of a familiar voice. JJ was animated as he told John B. and Kiara about something he’d made in his backyard, and your gaze found your feet. You reached for your phone, in the process of unlocking it when your name was called.

You looked up in shock.

“It’s Y/N…right…?”

Pope was standing near you, red tee clinging to him as he studied your face.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a smile.

A slow one of his own spread along his lips.

“Cool, cool,” you heard him murmur to himself before looking towards his friends.

You followed his gaze, finding them in Kiara’s car and watching you two. Pope suddenly cleared his throat, and you looked back to him.

“Um…there’s gonna be a thing at the beach later…”

You nodded at that, fully aware. After all, Kelce never missed an opportunity to drink.

“Are you going?” he wondered, and you fought back a smile at the eagerness in his voice.

“I didn’t have any plans to,” you honestly answered. “I don’t have many friends…or…many that I would consider a friend, anyway. Kelce and his dick buddies don’t really count.”

Pope nodded at that, face thoughtful.

“Well, you should come,” he suggested. “I’d be happy to save you a beer or whatever you like to drink.”

Your smile grew, unable to stop yourself as you thought about it. Kelce would be too drunk and preoccupied with whatever girl had his attention to notice who you were hanging out with. You surmised that Rafe and Topper would be the same, and so you nodded.

“Okay.”

Pope’s eyebrows rose in shock, lips parting before he snapped them shut.

“Okay?”

You nodded.

“Okay…yeah. Um, I’ll see you tonight,” he rushed out before hurrying towards Kiara’s car.

He waved at you as she drove off, and you returned it, quietly chuckling to yourself. You stared after them for a while, excitedly thinking about tonight when your attention was forced elsewhere.

“Our food’s here…”

You turned to look over your shoulder, staring up at Rafe as he stood on the ramp. The breeze ruffled his dirty blond hair a bit, but he didn’t care as he seemed to stare you down. His jaw was clenched, but you ignored his attitude as you rounded the walkway, making your way by him to go back inside.

“What were you and Pope talking about?” he finally asked just as you brushed by him.

When you looked at him, his gaze was already on you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Nothing, dad.”

You scoffed at the audacity before eagerly chasing down your food.

“You’re shitting me…”

You looked to Pope with a nervous laugh, the dark-haired boy looking desperate for JJ to shut up.

“No, JJ, I can confidently say I’ve never done that before,” you said, grinning at him.

The blond looked at Pope like you were the crazy one for never trying to wrestle a gator. He took a sip of his beer, pointing at you.

“We’ve got to get her out more,” he deadpanned.

Pope cringed at him, throwing him a pointed look that JJ clearly took as a sign to get lost. He threw his hands up, eyeing you both with a mischievous glint before making himself scarce.

“I’m really sorry about…him,” Pope immediately apologized.

“Don’t be,” you laughed. “I like him, he’s funny.”

Pope seemed happy to hear you say that, shifting beside you on the log.

“I was kind of surprised that you came tonight… That you came for me, I mean.”

His confession had you swallowing because truthfully, you were surprised you came too. You knew it would turn into a mess if Kelce saw you…or God forbid Rafe. You swore that Rafe thought he was your brother half the time, and you’d been relieved to find both of them occupied with girls and booze as you had predicted.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you wondered with a shrug, and Pope threw you a look.

You sighed, looking out towards the water.

“This whole Pogues vs Kooks thing is so stupid,” you murmured. “We should be able to talk and do what we want without fear of starting World War III.”

“If you were any other Kook maybe…”

You grimaced, unhappy to be reminded of your parentage.

“…but you’re Kelce’s sister, and I’ve seen the way Topper and Rafe can get about you too.”

You swung your head around to face him, lips pursed as you exhaled. You gazed into his dark eyes, the glow of the flames glinting off of his skin.

“I like you, Pope.”

His eyes widened a bit at your candid confession, and he blinked.

“I think that you’re so cute…and so sweet, and you have a plethora of random facts in that,” you gestured towards his head, making him laugh. “…lovely brain of yours.”

You held onto his arm, scooting closer.

“Kelce gets to like whoever he wants, and I guarantee you, if Rafe decided he wanted to date some Pogue, no one would dare question him.”

He didn’t look quite so convinced, and you smiled.

“I’m glad you invited me out tonight. I’m having a lot of fun…”

Pope seemed content to put his worry aside in favor of your company. He officially introduced you to Kie who seemed wary of you, which you didn’t exactly blame her for, but she was nice enough. You met John B. too who was just as friendly as he looked, and at some point, Pope offered you another beer. You accepted, happily enjoying yourself and Pope’s company when it was ultimately ruined.

“Kelce is looking for you…”

You both were startled, looking up at the familiar voice, and you felt Pope tense beside you. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Rafe, one hand wrapped around a solo red cup and the other shoved into his pocket. The cap he wore was backwards, making him look like an even bigger douche than you knew him to be. You didn’t miss the way he coldly eyed your close proximity to Pope.

“I doubt that,” you replied, in the midst of turning back to Pope when he spoke again.

“I don’t give a shit what you believe. Your brother’s looking for you…now.”

His tone made you frown, and you scoffed at him.

“Why?”

“He’s heading home,” the blond said, making his way towards you both.

“…and he needs me for that? I know how to get home,” you fired back.

You could tell that your attitude was getting to Rafe, however you hadn’t expected him to wrap his hand around your arm and literally yank you to your feet.  Your gasp was loud, eyes widening, and you felt Pope abruptly stand too.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t touch her like that.”

You and Pope spoke at the same time, and you hated the way Rafe’s eyes lit up at Pope’s words. He turned to stare at the other guy, pink lips curving humorlessly into a mocking smirk. Hand still on your arm, he took a step towards Pope.

“What did you just say to me…Pogue?”

“Rafe, stop being an asshole!”

He ignored you, getting closer to Pope. His blue eyes glowed from the light of the fire, and there was a glint in them that you didn’t like. A glint that you recognized. It was a thirst for violence, and you decided to choose your battles wisely.

“You think you’re gonna stop me?” he wondered, and as if to prove his point, he yanked you closer.

At that, you hit at him, pulling your arm from his grip and pushing a hand to his chest.

“God, you’re insufferable,” you spat. “Let’s just find Kelce.”

Rafe actually seemed disappointed at how easily you gave in, a low hum escaping him as his gaze traveled to you. He looked you over, before glancing back to Pope. You pushed him away, and you threw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Pope.

With a sigh, you followed Rafe. Unfortunately, he wasn’t lying, and Kelce was indeed waiting for you. Before you could make it to him though, Rafe pulled you to a stop. You looked at him with a frown, and you watched the way he poked his tongue to the inside of his cheek. You noticed how messy his blond hair looked, as if he’d been senselessly running his hands through it.

“I thought I said you shouldn’t be hanging around guys like that…”

You scoffed at him.

“You’re not my brother, Rafe,” you said, stepping away from him. “…and even if you were, you’d still have no say in who I hang out with.”

His jaw ticked at that, eyes narrowing a bit.

“I don’t interfere in your dating life, so I don’t know why you think mine is free game.”

You walked away from him, reluctantly joining your brother as he grumbled about you taking too long.

It was late in the night when you were fixing yourself something to eat. Kelce was out with Topper and Rafe, leaving the house to yourself seeing as your parents were away for the weekend. However, you thought to yourself that it was nice while it lasted as you heard the front door open followed by familiar voices.

You angrily sighed, thinking they were the last people you wanted to see, right now.

Especially Rafe.

Unfortunately for you, the devil himself waltzed right into the kitchen. You didn’t acknowledge him, pretending he wasn’t even there as you focused on your task at hand. You could feel Rafe’s gaze on you, and you happily ignored him.

“What’s your problem?” he eventually asked.

The anger in you drove you to reply.

“You know,” you started, setting your fork down. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, leaning against the counter with an interested gaze. His dark shirt stretched over his arms as he folded them over his chest, and you hated that smug look on his face like he knew exactly what you were referring to.

“Oh?”

You made a noise of disgust, shaking your head.

“Why did you do that to Pope?”

The asshole actually had the audacity to smirk, teeth winking at you like he was proud of his actions.

“I really don’t know what you mean-.”

“I saw his face, Rafe!”

His own expression fell at that.

“Wh-why would you do that?” you demanded with a shrug. “Because he’s a Pogue and…and you can?”

“He was on our side of the island,” Rafe defended his actions, and your lips parted in shock.

“You could’ve killed him,” you fearfully exhaled. “What is wrong with you?”

Rafe’s expression was thunderous, and he let his arms fall, moving towards you.

“How do you know what he looks like, anyway?”

“Because I saw him,” you threw back, uncaring that he knew what you’d done with your afternoon. “I saw what you did to him.”

Rafe straightened, looking down his nose at you with a look you couldn’t name.

“Why do you care so much?” he lowly asked.

“Because I like him? Because he’s nice? Because he didn’t deserve that? Take your pick!”

“His friend held a gun to Topper’s-.”

“Then take it up with JJ! Pope has done nothing to you,” you cried. “How can you justify this?”

Rafe stared you down, gaze shifting between your eyes. He was much closer now, chest grazing yours, and neither one of you seemed ready to back down.

“He’s getting a little too comfortable with my side of the island,” Rafe whispered, staring deep into your eyes as he said this.

You reared back a bit, stomach churning as you realized what this was really about. You were disgusted, lips parting as you looked at Rafe in disbelief. The guy was sicker than you thought, and you let out a humorless nervous chuckle.

“Pope has a right to date me just as much as any Kook,” you whispered. “…maybe even more of a right since that decision is left up to me.”

Rafe didn’t move as you slid by him, chest brushing his, and you sneered at him.

“Lets just be clear… Even without Pope in the picture, it never would’ve been you, Rafe.”

You rushed out of the kitchen just as Kelce came in, roughly pushing past him to his dismay.

You didn’t belong to any guy on Figure 8, let alone Rafe, and you didn’t even know why he thought that. You had to wonder what Kelce said around him to make him even think he had some weird right to you. Learning that what happened on the golf course was mostly driven by…jealousy was nerve-wracking.

Could you even call it jealousy? It’s not like Rafe had genuine feelings for you or anything. This was purely an ego thing, purely creepy Rafe thinking he was owed something that he wasn’t. That he had more of a right to something that he didn’t. That something being you.

Now you had to wonder if it was even safe to see Pope anymore. Being around him had literally put his life in danger, and you supposed it was your fault for not taking Rafe’s animosity towards him seriously. You liked Pope…so the answer seemed obvious to you. You didn’t enjoy seeing him hurt, and that was how you found yourself sulking in the corner of a party, nursing a beer all alone.

You’d talked to Pope here and there, but you hadn’t seen him in weeks. You watched Kelce and Topper and Rafe in disgust, disturbed by how easily they could pretend nothing had happened. You looked down into your cup, suddenly very bothered by the thought that this was what the rest of your life was going to look like.

With a huff, you abandoned your drink and made your way upstairs. Your bladder was screaming at you, and you were relieved that the first room you tried was not only unlocked, but also had a bathroom. As you washed your hands, you studied your face in the mirror, thinking to yourself how tempted you were to just hide out upstairs for the rest of the night.

When you exited the bathroom, you were somewhat unsurprised to find Rafe leaning against the bedroom door. You heaved a sigh, making your way to the door.

“Are you here to apologize or…?”

He didn’t move, but you reached for the doorknob anyway.

“I’ve looked out for you more than Kelce has most times… Did you think that was just out of the goodness of my heart…?”

This didn’t sound like an apology, and you shook your head at him.

“You know what? I did,” you admitted with a nod. “…the joke’s on me, I guess.”

You tried the door, but Rafe had his entire weight leaning against it. His arms were crossed over his chest, dirty blond hair curtained along his forehead, blue gaze focused entirely on you. He stepped forward, forcing you to let go of the door and take a step back.

“I look after what’s mine.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, and you frowned at him.

“You’re deluded,” you breathed.

Rafe touched his lips with a finger, frowning at you.

“No,” he dragged out. “You’re deluded if you think I’m going to let some Pogue swoop in and just…what…? Run off into the sunset with you like some fucked up Romeo and Juliet tale?”

“If you’re trying to freak me out, it’s working because you sound insane,” you replied, going to move past him when his hands gripped your arms.

“Rafe-!”

You cut yourself off when he shoved you back, and your eyes widened. Your heart raced in your chest, and it suddenly hit you that you were alone with him up here. A house full of people downstairs that were too preoccupied to notice or hear anything.

When you attempted to get by him again, he shoved you harder this time, making you stumble back into the bed. You didn’t have time to catch your breath before Rafe had his hands on your face and his lips pressed to yours. You couldn’t comprehend that Rafe was…kissing you.

He tasted the inside of your mouth, uncaring about your attempts to keep him out. Your hands were suspended in the air, shock filling you at what was happening. Your frown deepened when his lips traveled to your jaw and then neck, and you finally pushed at his shoulders. Rafe wasn’t budging.

“Rafe…”

He ignored you.

“Rafe!”

He pushed at you, and you pushed back, more angry than panicked. With a huff, he shoved you hard, forcing you to fall onto your back. You attempted to sit up when he pushed you down again, lips meeting yours again as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

Your struggle seemingly meant nothing to him, and you only accepted that this wasn’t some cruel and twisted joke when Rafe tore your shirt, a horrified gasp leaving your lips. He attached his mouth to the skin he exposed, and you dug your nails into his face. A hiss escaped him, and he turned his head, sitting up when you swiped at him again. He didn’t care about the bloodying welt on his face, grabbing you and forcing you onto your stomach.

“Rafe, get-.”

Your words died in the air when his hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you against him as he reached between you. His lips grazed your ear, and you shuddered.

“You’re a Kook, babe,” he panted, hand fumbling between you. “You belong with a Kook.”

You attempted to crawl away when you felt his hand tugging on your shorts. He tightened his grip on your neck, holding you in place, and your eyes watered. Your nails scraped at the sheets, a panicked gasp climbing out of your throat when Rafe started to force his way into you.

The head of him parted your lips, slipping into you bit by bit and stretching you out. One of your arms trembled, and you struggled to hold yourself up. When Rafe’s hips were flush with you, he didn’t waste any time, slowly thrusting into you a little at a time. His strokes became longer, and embarrassment flooded your body when his thrusts became smoother.

Easier for his cock to slide into you.

You whimpered, one of your hands coming up to dig your nails into the arm that held your neck. Rafe shushed you, pressing his chest to your back and forcing you down onto the bed fully. You were trapped beneath him, unable to fight back as he fucked you, thrusts slow and purposeful.

The party went on downstairs, and who knew how much time passed while Rafe kept you trapped up here. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but it couldn’t be helped when he had you on your back, knees pressed to your chest and wedged between your bodies.

One of Rafe’s hands gripped the headboard, veins in his arm prominent from the strain. His other hand was on your face, fingers brushing your neck and thumb smoothing over your jaw. He leaned in to press his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and kissing at the skin, his own breathing labored too.

“Fuck,” he cursed, breathing you in. “…you’re choking me, babe.”

You tried to mentally separate yourself from this moment, hating the way you involuntarily clung to him, body traitorously wet for something you didn’t want. Rafe’s disturbing confession of feeling like he had some sort of claim over you was one thing, but never in a million years did you expect him to act on it.

He bit your neck, and you jerked, toes curling with every thrust, swearing you could feel him deep in your stomach. When you came around him for the first time, you’d never felt so humiliated. Rafe laughed, lips pressed to your skin, determined to get another one out of you.

When you came again, Rafe came too, and your anger and disgust increased at the feel of him spilling into you without remorse. He breathed deeply into your neck, catching his breath while keeping you pinned beneath him. He looked pretty satisfied with himself when he sat up, pulling out of you, and you didn’t hesitate to strike him clear across the face.

You were neck deep in a mixture of shock and anger, glaring at him with tears in your eyes. He didn’t look sorry in the slightest, challenging gaze fixed on you as he fixed himself. When you went to slap him again, he grabbed your arm. Then the other. Rafe yanked you towards him, nostrils flaring.

As he held you with a grip you didn’t know he was capable of, staring you down, the full weight of what just took place hit you, and you realized that you were afraid of Rafe. In all the years you’d known him, after everything he’d pulled, you’d never been afraid of him. Disturbed and disgusted? Yes. Fearful? No.

You could see it in his gaze when he realized it, a sick satisfaction bleeding into his eyes.

“It really didn’t have to come to this,” he murmured, shifting the blame to you. “All you had to do was stick to your side of the island.”

A tear skipped down your cheek, and Rafe sighed.

“…and now you forced my hand.”

He roughly let you go, wiping your cheek, and genuinely afraid of what else he might do, you slowly got dressed. You could feel Rafe playing with your hair while you did, standing over you and touching your face. In that moment, you never felt more trapped…with no way out.

~

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[softomegaposting]

in honor of my backache from sleeping in my nest on the floor last night (a hardwood floor covered with a sheepskin and a throw blanket) i wanna talk about nest mattresses! in real life and worldbuilding. disclaimer that my knowledge comes from mostly online so it’s probably not completely accurate.

so! cool floor beds i found that would make good nest bases.

the type of bed i could find the most on online is the Japanese futon. it’s what the western futon/sofa bed was originally modeled after but it’s very different. it’s basically a very thin mattress (shikifuton) over tatami mats (rush grass outer layer with a foam or rice straw core). both parts are much more moveable than a western style mattress. another important consideration i think is relevant is that futon covers go all the way around the mattress and can be washed (unlike western sheets which leave the bottom of the mattress uncovered which if it’s on the floor can get gross). futons are also meant to be aired out in the sun, which helps the whole dust thing.

another cool bed type i found are montessori-style house beds. they’re typically used for young children (toddlers and preschoolers) but do come in larger sizes (the biggest i’ve seen is a full). the bed frame sits directly on the floor with a thin mattress and a wooden house-shape on top that can support a canopy/curtains (which would be super cool for a nest lets be real). some also come with bed rails and bumpers so little kids don’t fall out, which i think would also be good for a nest because it’s more cozy.

of course i must mention the “human dog beds” which gained popularity in 2022 from going on shark tank but i remember first hearing about them around 2015-ish (and of course going that would make a great nest!). it is what it sounds like.

another, probably the cheapest option here, is camping mattresses. you know what these are. super thin air mattresses with foam tops. some come in double width (better for a nest imo) but most of them are made of that terrible slippery fabric (good for camping, bad for everything else). this might not be a problem for most people but i’m autistic and i gag touching them. you could cover it with a rug or blanket but those might slip off of it due to the gross slipperiness of the fabric. idk.

the last thing i can think of are traditional mattresses that are just. thin. you could use a mattress topper but a real mattress would definitely feel better even if they’re the same height because real mattresses have a comfort layer and a base layer and a topper only has the comfort layer (=more back pain for you). consider: dorm mattresses (at least my dorm had them, and it made an amazing nest), rv mattresses, and trundle mattresses. they’re all basically the same thing just different keywords (and slightly different sizes for the rvs). my sister has slept on a 4 inch mattress for six years or so and she only occasionally complains of back pain but for occasional use it would be fine (she also has scoliosis so. could be that).

now for some quick worldbuilding notes:

i definitely think that in an omegaverse society nest mattresses would be common. i think they would mimic traditional mattresses but shorter, like rv mattresses, but have an all-around washable cover/sheets to protect from floor grossness, sort of like dorm mattresses but able to be washed more easily. i also think they would come in more square or round shapes instead of the typical rectangle twin shape. i can see them having folding capabilities like some rv mattresses do, so that people could sun them like futons to get rid of dust mites.

i can also see nest frames being a thing, sort of like the montessori bedframes, with pillow bumpers to make a more enclosed vibe. i can also see a huge market for both frame-mounted or ceiling-mounted canopies, because who doesn’t want that.

maybe houses would be built with specific nest areas in mind, maybe with softer floors like tatami vibes or carpet. i’ve heard talk about conversation pits which are absolutely so cool but i can also see the advantage in an elevated nest space. my favorite nest of all time was in a ceiling cabinet because i could see the whole room but was harder to see myself, which made me feel really safe. so maybe houses might be built with raised nest platforms, or even small ceiling lofts overlooking a larger room (i couldn’t find an exact picture of what i’m thinking but this is close:)

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[hmspogue]

Outer Banks Season 3 Shot by Shot Trailer Rundown

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To say I'm still reeling would be the understatement of the century, let's get into it.

John B: "From the very beginning, it was always Kooks..."

Even though they're set on us prying this orange filter from their cold dead fingers, these first two shots are actually stunning?

"...and Pogues"

Holy hell, we know we have all the ohter Pogues reuniting with their parents after they get back home, so JJ being all alone at this house is actually so heartbreaking.

Jiara nation rise, it looks like Bracelet Touch™ takes place at the empty Maybank house I'm not well.

"Some people with everything..."

Why are season 3's always everyones haircut season in shows like what is the source of this phenomenon?

But Rafe and Barry with the key

This hiding job is on par with JJ throwing pew pillows over it in the church.

Although, kind of think this is them getting ready to try and melt the cross down (which makes me so beyond furious), because off to the side you see the lighter fluid and the muffin tins, then later there's shots of gold.

"...and some with nothing."

The DIVIDE. I actually love the dynamic of Kooks vs Pogues heating up and the two cultures that try and exist on a very small island together. Especially since this season seems to be Kiara centric, her whole identity being called into question about where she falls I NEED IT.

I cannot even begin to express how sad I am that we're probably going to get approximately 3 seconds of them hanging out on Poguelandia because look at them!!! Let them be happy!!!

"That's the way it's always been."

SDHCULAISUEHLWAG JIARA FISHING ISNT JUST A MONTAGE I REPEAT JIARA FISHING WILL NOT JUST BE A MONTAGE.

I LOVE HER SO MUCH YES BABE GO FISHING!!!

Pope and Cleo making a signal fire together. Looks like that scene from the teaser of them walking in the field was probably them trying to scout out a good spot for it.

Jarah B looking fine as hell John B I know that bandana is your father's but i cannot even begin to imagine how disgusting it is at this point I'm sorry-

IM BEING SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS!!!!

I feel like both this shot and the previous one are them being saved by the plane that lands.

(@whitetrashjj the mullet truther, your time has come).

"Until now."

This may be my favorite John B set up narration so far.

Also, like I said, them getting rescued by the plane. Kiara looks almost hesitant? Could be the same shot as above where her and JJ aren't too sure about this plane or the people on it.

MMMMMMMM VERY concerning JJ bike crash. Pope and Cleo (or maybe Kie?) in the back of the truck with a crate.

Okay this is SO intereting to me because Ward with blood all over himself (whatelse is new?), Rafe, and Sarah helping him? I can't tell what's in his hand. But the family dynamics this season are goign to be somehow even messier, I can feel it.

Kiara getting kidnapped and taken to wilderness camp, I'm so not ready for this like. It's for sure the Carrera house in the back, the two shirts say Kitty Hawk Adventure.

For a long time, we all thought this was going to be something they ended the season on, but now it seems like it'll be a plot point in the middle. Thanks to @sun-undone and her unhinged costuming documents, we know that this yellow halter top is after the Carrera anniversary party we got BTS from (with the Jiara gate fight and John B rocking Topper's shit and Mike's "see, this is what I'm talking about, JJ"). We know Kie is seen later witht he Pogues, so Blue Ridge may be a quick, one episode plot mid season.

If they've been holding Blue Ridge over her head the whole season, then John B beating the shit out of Topper at the party is sort of the last straw, I cannot een begin to imagine the fight that he and JJ will have about it????

JJ and Kiara INSIDE the Chateau and a fire being lit OUTSIDE? If someone's trying to burn the house down witht hem trapped inside there will be heLL TO PAY.

IF THE CHATEAU GETS BURNED DOWN IM COMING FOR THE PATES I STG DON'T DO THIS TO ME WHY DO I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE MY CHILDHOOD HOME BURNING KJDFLAIUDHFAL??????

I know that Cline talked about having to mentally take Sarah to some very dark places this season and this shot just confirms my theory that I seriously think Sarah's going to kill someone and deal with the emotional consequences of that.

I want this to be feral JJ so badly after Kiara's taken, but, sadly, he's not in the right outfit. Not the first time we've seen machete!JJ though.

We saw this shot in the teaser, but looks like they're climbing up an abandoned elevator shaft. They're in their clothes they have on get reunited with Kie. I think it's from the same abandoned hotel the Pogues (minus Kiara, probably because they're going to save her) are in front of in a different shot.

Andd here it is: the new plot of the season and confirmation they're going after fucking EL DORADO NEXT LIKE.

Important to note this is shot on a plane as well.

Oh the Twinkie, how I missed you.

oh look they remembered a mom besides Anna this season WHY MY EYES WET LIKE THESE REUNIONS ALSO WHILE JJ IS COMPLETELY ALONE. HEYWARD, ADOPT HIM YOU COWARD!

Kiara's relationship with her parents is so askjhfailsuh COMPLICATED because I think they really do love her. And she wants more than anything for them to understand her and they just keep missing each other.

"My father and me..."

This shot is very aesthetically pleasing to me. That's all I have to say about it.

YEAH OKAY AND THEN I STARTED FUCKING WEEPING BECAUSE THIS?????? I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT BABY JOHN B IN THE TRAILER?????

If they only do baby Sarah and Baby John B I will do something so drastic-

"...the treasure was our way out."

The way he's looking at his father? Like the pride in his eyes? I know this relationship is going to sting so badly with the way the Pates have talked about John B having to reconcile the idealized version of his father in his head with the one that left him for gold.

This is a kid that hasn't been hurt by the world or his father yet and I wanna hug him.

(post will be continues apparently i can only up load 30 images at once)

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I've been going back and forth on this since the first episodes of s2 came out, and I'm still thinking about what was going through Ed's head when he shot Izzy in s2e1. As we all know, he shoots Izzy right after Izzy says the rancid atmosphere on the ship is down to Stede, and Ed has just finished pointing a gun under his own chin - it's an emotionally charged moment to say the least.

The options I think seem most likely:

He thought Izzy was intentionally goading or making fun of him. This isn't a crazy leap to make, especially when paired to the earlier reference to "talk it through as a crew"; the last time Izzy mentioned Stede it was to make fun of Ed for being a "namby-pamby in a silk gown pining for his boyfriend."

He thought Izzy was drawing attention to Ed's failure to live up to the Blackbeard persona. Izzy was very clear in s1e10 that he "should have let the English kill [Ed]" and that he was not above threatening Ed if he didn't "watch his fucking step." Ed might have very well thought Izzy saw him looking at the Stede cake topper and realized he was still, indeed, pining for his boyfriend. Can't go snitching to the English without your leg.

He's fed up with Izzy and that was just the final straw. After the end of s1e10, I can't say I blame him. He has no way of knowing Izzy was actually, genuinely reaching out (see points above), and given the way he was waving a gun around his own head definitely looks like he was trying to work up the nerve to shoot himself, I don't think he was in the right headspace to suss that out.

I don't think, based on how eps 1 and 2 play out, that Ed began more actively planning his suicide attempt via crew mutiny until the start of ep 2. In ep 1, he's definitely suicidal, but it feels a bit less in the actively-planning stage than in ep 2. Shooting Izzy, with this in mind, might have very well been another impromptu attempt to try to push the crew over the edge - alright, maybe shooting a crew member in front of everyone will do the trick?

Some fucked-up combination of multiple or all of those.

What do you all think? Personally, I'm leaning towards a mix of 1 and 2.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #cw suicide

[squidslugs-art]

HERE YE ALL HIGH ROLLER'S HIGH ROLLER FANS

so for like, the 2 people paying attention to me talking about my "secret project" on my main blog, i hope you like the result, because my december project has been...

LOW BALLERS!!!!!!!!!

ive been quietly painting ducks and creating myself a trio of little guys over the last, hm, 2? 3 weeks?

i dont even rember. but ive been planning this for months, i just didnt have time around university to do it til now.

BUT i had so much fun with these. painting ducks is surprisingly fun and it all went really well! i think the only issue is the only hats i could get had a straw texture already applied.

i used silver for details, mostly because i forgot to buy white and i thought id see how silver looked so i could dodge trying to buy more paint at christmas, and it looked good on the first so i stuck with it!

for those curious: i used white racing ducks (means they dont squeak or squish, but i think thats ideal for a painting project) and plastic hats designed for dolls and crafts. and wine bottles toppers, according to the terrible names that these get on amazon. with acrylic paints and superglue to affix the hats down. they aren't waterproof, sorry to the belivers.

heres a turnaround for ya'll too, i added some goofy details like sparkles around the glasses and the hat. its a tragedy i couldnt get metallic paints for the hat.

i think thats all ive got to say, hope everyone else likes my little guys the way i do :3 now on to make more until i have an undefeatable army of them...

more images under the read more!

#i have a ton more images of them especially from production #most of them have piss poor lighting though #art #artists on tumblr #toontown #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #low baller #high roller #i guess? #theyre here in spirit #if i make enough of these will it bring high roller into the real world too #no idea what to tag these as otherwise ummm #duck painting #? #long post