#Thread: Rafael

[radicalrascals]

Open: Rafael has a weird sense of humour. That's it. That's the whole plot. Looking for: friends, colleagues, partner (f 30+), basically anyone that fits Muse: Rafael da Silva, journalist | fc: Wagner Moura

"Oh! Oh! This is a good one!" Evidently it had to be one of his best stories for Rafael could barely reign in his laughter at this point. "You know, in my line of work death threats are kind of a merit badge." Another laughing fit was stifled and masked with a fake cough. "I know, I know. Death threats aren't funny, but-"

An unnecessary pause followed. For dramaturgy's sake. Then he continued, chortling: "This one didn't get the memo that death threats are sent anonymously. You should've seen his face when I recited it back to him." He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Priceless!"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu (for a random starter)

Max waved when he saw his nephew. It was still hard for him to believe he has a nephew. He smiles as he meets him at the archery range. "Hey! I'm glad to see you!"

[sawyer-bennett]

Sawyer let out a small laugh, glancing down at the coffee-stained notes on the table, their abstract quality undeniable now. “Yeah, let’s just say they’re open to interpretation at this point,” she said, her voice carrying a trace of dry humor. She reached for another napkin, blotting at a stubborn spot, her frustration softening as she caught the easy sincerity in Rafael’s tone. She raised an eyebrow at his comment about the seagulls, smirking. “Oh, I wouldn’t blame you. Those little monsters would probably band together to take down a boat if they thought it had fries onboard,” she quipped, gesturing to a particularly bold one pacing near the table. “But yeah, the Wi-Fi here’s definitely not helping my case. I keep thinking I’ll get used to it, but no such luck.” When he asked about her work, she hesitated for a moment, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m in marketing,” she said, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Fashion, mostly. Well, I was. Big city, big clients, big everything. Now it’s a bit more... complicated.” She smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What about you? You seem like someone who’s good at keeping things together when everything’s falling apart.” Her tone was light, but there was a genuine curiosity in her question.

Letting out a low, appreciative laugh as she talked about the notes being more of an abstract art project, knowing that it happened quite a bit. Rafael tended to be a bit more straight-forward, by the book, working hard to make sure that he paid attention, wrote down everything that needed to be wrote down, but there were days… he could understand it none the less, and nodded his head at her response.

"Here, especially, technology isn't your best friend," there had already been days where he had tried to take business calls on jogs along the beach only to find that it was dropped, cut out, ended up leaving him flustered, frustrated, wishing that he had never moved to such a small town. But for as long as he had lived in Merrock, he had gotten used to it, knew his way around town when he needed to find the very best hot spots, needed to get some work done. & Chips was not it. "Although if I start seeing seagulls storming the marina, I'm leaving you here to fend for yourself. Jinx."

"Don't worry about it," he replied sincerely, shaking his head. It was a small kindness that he liked to think that anyone as capable of, although he knew that it could be hard to find sometimes, especially when people weren't always the best at thinking of anyone but themselves. "Oh no, still nice and warm, the fries are really good here. Or… uh, chips, I guess, as it is," he laughed, remembering where he was. "You mentioned a pitch -- what sort of work do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"

[iamsigningmylifeaway]

am I the only one who’s insane about how in 12 final days when roger is at his anxious peak about the beginning of the laver cup, apprehensively approaching and greeting the group of players in the event center, djokovic is the one to let him know impartially that he is wearing a tux shirt and not a suit shirt, wherein roger still has the time to go change which he does, and this is right after the movie frames the still remaining tense dynamic between the two and djokovic’s vaguely inexplicable and ambiguous reason for showing up today

​… …. like it’s the fact that is showing up for roger and being friendly and sympathetic and in moments like these, roger visibly awkward and not knowing where they stand, he is almost tender and all signs point to positive relationship, but he also somehow holds a relaxed almost pleased air throughout the flurry of everyone crying and mourning …

[aquamanandfriends]

Parallel [Raf/Carmen]

@thestoriesincoffeestains

"Hey," Rafael declared softly when he noticed Carmen still around outside of school. He moved over to the bench and sat next to her. "Dancing queen, I thought you left already," she'd said goodbye and slipped out. Raf had hung back with the rest of the cast at least half an hour longer. Now they were the last two left. "Do you need a ride?" he wondered but there was more there. "Or we can just sit." They'd been rehearsing for a few weeks now and things were starting to really come together.

[radicalrascals]

@icarian-carrion for the Music Shuffle Starter meme

Fica by Skank for Banksy & Snowden

The apartment felt too small after what they'd seen, too mundane to hold the weight of it, but Tisha was there, with him, alive, and that was enough. Rafa reached for her arm, sliding down so his fingers could curl around hers. He pulled Tisha closer, until she was in his lap, her heartbeat pounding against his chest like it was trying to sync with his. "Pode parecer mentira," he murmured, "Pode parecer que não." It may seem like a lie. It may seem like it's not.

"Eu te tenho bem na mira, mas você me tem na mão." His forehead dropped to hers, his breath warm against her skin as he closed his eyes. "I've got you in my sights, but you've got me in your hand." He pulled her closer still, arms wrapping around her as if holding her tighter meant he'd never have to let her go.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

Kendall nods. "Yes. I suppose I can do that."

"Gladly you can always go to a restaurant or order a delivery, right?" Rafe said jokingly and chuckle.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu

Max was so excited to hang out with his brother. He'd gotten him to agree to do some training with him, since he was still determined to have some shadowhunting training, even if he could never truly be one. He tries hard not to think about that. "Rafe! I can't wait! What are we doing first?"

[mousemannation]

time capsule of a tennis forum in 2008 and proof that fandom hasn't changed one bit; complete with comments on rafa's wedgie picking, his famous ass, armchair diagnoses of OCD, infighting between fedal fans, and someone asking for a stop to it all

image linked in screenshot 7 is archived here, all these messages are from this thread here

[jcksonfields]

Who: @rafaelcb and JD

Where: Marina, Haunted Boat Ride

When: October 2024, Hallo-Week

"Ready some s ary stuff Rafael?" JD asked, turning to the other as they walked towards the line for the haunted boat ride down by the marina. "I promise not to grab into you man," he teased, elbowing Rafael gently with a laugh. In fact JD liked the scary and spooky stuff associated with Halloween. He enjoyed the movies, the haunted houses. All of it. "Though I would not have thought of you as a guy who liked all of this stuff to be honest."

[radicalrascals]

Unwilling to let Isabella go, Rafael leaned in to steal a kiss from her lips and another and one more for good measure, before he could no longer reach her from where he sat on the blanket. Pleading eyes looked up to her, and the impish smile nesting in the corners of his mouth were a silent promise that once she returned he had a million more kisses for her. Though for now words would have to suffice: "I love you too, querida."

And how much he loved her! He let himself fall back onto the blanket, big grin on his face. Life was beautiful. And that alone should've been a warning. Nothing was ever as perfect as this. Not for long.

He startled into a sitting position when he felt the long shadow of someone else fall onto his face. Isabella's voice was too far away for it to be her, and though her words drowned in the wind, their urgency translated well. He managed to get on his feet before the other closed in, but the moment he turned around he felt a sharp, searing pain in his abdomen. He wanted to scream, but he could barely get enough air into his lungs. He stumbled, staggered, as the knife was pulled out. The second thrust elicited a whimper. The third committed him into gravity's harsh embrace. He fell back onto the blanket. The mind loud with questions.

He brought his trembling hands to cover his wounds, feeling nothing but the warmth of his own blood against his palms. Around him the world was fleeing his perception, leaving him in a darkness that was closing up from all sides. "Be... lla...?" Was she safe? Was she there? A cold panic washed over him. Oh god, to see here just one last time!

Closed painful starter for @radicalrascals

It was a beautiful day and that was why they had chosen to head out to the park. Packing up a picnic, Isabella had prepared everything for them to have the perfect time together, a date of sorts that they didn't always get to experience due to their busy lives. Their little angel was with Isabella's brother for the day, allowing them to have some peace that was well deserved. Having found a spot atop a hill, far enough away from anyone else, they had sat with their food and drinks with the warm sun beaming down upon them, hands linked and Isabella's head resting on Rafa's shoulder.

"I love you, vida mía." Isabella whispered, smiling softly as she looked up to meet his gaze, brushing her lips across his. "But I need to get rid of this trash before I get too comfortable." She motioned to the empty containers and tissues that they had used and quickly gathered them up. "I'll be right back." She slowly got to her feet, smiling down at her love for a moment before walking away, heading down to the base of the hill to the bin. They had the whole rest of the afternoon together before they would have to collect Alicia from her brothers, so she intended to ensure that they made the most of this time.

But that was not to be, as it seemed the universe had other ideas. As Isabella turned to walk back to her husband, she spotted a hooded figure approaching him from behind, face hidden and a large item in their hand that looked sickening like a blade.

"Rafa! Rafa, olhe!" She began to sprint up the hill towards him, desperate to get there.

[sawyermarshall]

who: @rafaelmoldonado

where: rafael's porch

Sawyer sits on the little bench, her eyes focusing on the street in front of her. It's been hard to feel much lately, which should have been terrifying but for the first time in months it was a relief. To know she already disappointed the one person on this Earth who stood by her side for all these years. She places her hands on her knees as she lifts her eyes up when she sees Rafael walking up the path. "Hi... Thanks for letting me come."

[screw-wentloose-somewhere]

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[captain-rbf-benson]

❝I don’t like the way they’re looking at you ❞

"I don't like the way they're looking at me either. I feel like a hog roast at a barbeque." Liv grimaced. This was definitely not a part of the job she enjoyed.

[radicalrascals]

The spirit's suspiciously cheerful recount of her discovery etched deep furrows into Rafael's forehead. Angry chefs? Pasta? Did Izzy even know what she was talking about, let alone know how to cook?? A little wary, the journalist took off his coat and followed the eager cook into the kitchen and almost stumbled backwards out again.

"You... cooked?," he asked in a confused stammer. Well, it certainly smelled like it, even if it looked more like a total battlefield. "Obrigado?" - thank you - "You know, uhm, that's very kind... but maybe next time we could cook together and perform damage control in the kitchen, né?"

"I discovered this thing you humans do, it's called pasta- an angry man on that tv thing told me about it. And even crazier, you had all the things I needed to make it. Come try!" she said standing in the mess of the kitchen, the counter covered in tomato sauce, empty containers on he floor and sink, but the smell of fresh pasta filled the area.

plot: izzy is a tiger spirit that saved your life, but she's having a hard time going back to her realm, so she's been staying with your muse and has decided to protect them.

[i-am-kind-of-lost]