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i think it’s so weird when people make sexual comments about an actor whose in a photo with kids. Choose ANY other picture bro

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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the scene where bens about to break a wall to get to his girl? 😭😭

Can’t wait for all the umbrella academy fan fics that are gonna come out.

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

only started posting two months ago tho oops

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18+ mdni

Honestly I’d let Anthony Bridgerton raw dog me in the back room during a ball and have no qualms about it

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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 🖤

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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Older best friend Race has me gagged RN oml ily tutu tytytyty aaahhhhhh

omg my first ask, insisbsjsbs THANK YOU i’m planning on making it a series, just wanted to get my idea out there first

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NO YOU DUMB BITCH I GOT THE BIGGEST DICK.

this is why you need to be in school

LMAOOOOOOOOOO MY BAD MAN I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST COMIN OUT TO ME

(woulda supported you tho bro)

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i ADORE YOU

But she’s worth it #1

Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of fighting with your dad

791 wc

“You’re a monster.”

You think it’s so fucking ironic that your father yells that at you. A title, that he should be displaying on himself like a fucking trophy.

You were walking down the gravel street, kicking pebbles angrily as you thought over the fight. Your father had gotten angry at soemthing small, you don’t even remember how it started. But it escalated so quickly- with him yelling at you so much that you finally grabbed your phone and angrily rushed out, slamming the door behind you.

So now, you were walking down one of the streets of the cut, trying to figure out who to call.

Most of the pogues were probably partying, and you really didn’t feel like getting drunk since that’s the entire start of this mess. So, you dial Rafe.

“Hey,” You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand when he picks up. “Are you uhm- are you free?”

You hear shuffling of bedsheets before he speaks. “Yeah yeah- m’ here. You need somethin?”

You hiccup, feeling sobs coming up your throat. “I just can’t be around my dad right now. Can I come over?”

You hear the other side of the phone become almost staticky, before hearing a woman’s voice. You can barely make out what she’s saying, but she sounds annoyed.

“Yeah, sure kid. Send me your location.” You suddenly hear, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Rafe.” You mumble, your other hand that’s not holding the phone fidgeting with a belt strap on your shorts.

Rafe looked at the text of your location before grunting and getting up off his bed, grabbing his sweatpants.

The woman laying next to him, almost naked, scoffed. “Are you kidding? I thought we were about to fuck.”

Rafe almost winced at the sound of the woman saying that, before rolling his eyes and tugging his sweatpants over his boxers.

“We were gonna. Now we ain’t.” He said coldly, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. “So uh, fuck off now yeah?” He shoved his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and walked out of his room, noticing a maid cleaning the carpeted steps.

“Hey uh, there’s a visitor in my room. Make sure she leaves and doesn’t steal shit, aight?” He gently orders, before walking past her and out to his car.

The moment you see Rafes car, you feel a sense of relief flood you. He pulls up quickly, getting out and shoving the luxorious car door closed behind him carelessly.

He stalks over, his gaze flickering up and down on you, as if assessing you, before getting to your front.

His ring covered hands quickly cup your face, leaning it to the side as if checking for marks.

“He ain’t hit you, right?” Rafe mutters, his shoulders relaxing when he notices there’s no marks. He leans your head back and his thumbs brush your cheeks.

“N-No. It just was a really fucked fight.” You mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes and sniffling. “Just felt a sudden huge urge to watch a movie with my bestfriend.”

Rafe felt his insides scramble and warm like fucking scrambled eggs whenever he heard you call him your bestfriend. It was a proud fucjing title he had, and the entire island knew it.

He nodded slowly, before squeezing the tip of your nose tightly, pinching it.

You quickly and instinctively swat at him playfully, letting out sniffley giggles.

He smiles, yes, smiles.

“Cmon kid. I’ll take you to get your little fast food meal and then we can use the theatre room.” He murmurs, grabbing your hand and walking you to his car.

“Why not your room?” You ask softly, stopping as he opens your door for him.

His nose scrunches slightly before he shrugs. “Had a girl over. I wanna make sure the maids switch the sheets.” He says vaguely, as you get into the passenger seat.

You watch him walk around the car before getting in the drivers seat, one of his hands immediately taking its spot on your thigh.

“Thank you for uhm, picking me up. Even when you were… busy.” You mumble shyly, looking at the rings on his hand.

He notices your tone and his hand moves from your thigh to grab your chin, turning your head so you were staring at him.

“You could call me when i’m balls deep inside someone, and i’ll still fucking come get you.” He says earnestly, staring you down. “So don’t fuckin worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He pats your cheek, making you giggle before he puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it as he pulls out of the street.

God, you really loved your bestfriend.

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I WAS LOTERALKY THINKING OF YOU AND @kisses4angel S RESPONSE WHEN I WROTE THAT

But she’s worth it #1

Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of fighting with your dad

791 wc

“You’re a monster.”

You think it’s so fucking ironic that your father yells that at you. A title, that he should be displaying on himself like a fucking trophy.

You were walking down the gravel street, kicking pebbles angrily as you thought over the fight. Your father had gotten angry at soemthing small, you don’t even remember how it started. But it escalated so quickly- with him yelling at you so much that you finally grabbed your phone and angrily rushed out, slamming the door behind you.

So now, you were walking down one of the streets of the cut, trying to figure out who to call.

Most of the pogues were probably partying, and you really didn’t feel like getting drunk since that’s the entire start of this mess. So, you dial Rafe.

“Hey,” You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand when he picks up. “Are you uhm- are you free?”

You hear shuffling of bedsheets before he speaks. “Yeah yeah- m’ here. You need somethin?”

You hiccup, feeling sobs coming up your throat. “I just can’t be around my dad right now. Can I come over?”

You hear the other side of the phone become almost staticky, before hearing a woman’s voice. You can barely make out what she’s saying, but she sounds annoyed.

“Yeah, sure kid. Send me your location.” You suddenly hear, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Rafe.” You mumble, your other hand that’s not holding the phone fidgeting with a belt strap on your shorts.

Rafe looked at the text of your location before grunting and getting up off his bed, grabbing his sweatpants.

The woman laying next to him, almost naked, scoffed. “Are you kidding? I thought we were about to fuck.”

Rafe almost winced at the sound of the woman saying that, before rolling his eyes and tugging his sweatpants over his boxers.

“We were gonna. Now we ain’t.” He said coldly, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. “So uh, fuck off now yeah?” He shoved his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and walked out of his room, noticing a maid cleaning the carpeted steps.

“Hey uh, there’s a visitor in my room. Make sure she leaves and doesn’t steal shit, aight?” He gently orders, before walking past her and out to his car.

The moment you see Rafes car, you feel a sense of relief flood you. He pulls up quickly, getting out and shoving the luxorious car door closed behind him carelessly.

He stalks over, his gaze flickering up and down on you, as if assessing you, before getting to your front.

His ring covered hands quickly cup your face, leaning it to the side as if checking for marks.

“He ain’t hit you, right?” Rafe mutters, his shoulders relaxing when he notices there’s no marks. He leans your head back and his thumbs brush your cheeks.

“N-No. It just was a really fucked fight.” You mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes and sniffling. “Just felt a sudden huge urge to watch a movie with my bestfriend.”

Rafe felt his insides scramble and warm like fucking scrambled eggs whenever he heard you call him your bestfriend. It was a proud fucjing title he had, and the entire island knew it.

He nodded slowly, before squeezing the tip of your nose tightly, pinching it.

You quickly and instinctively swat at him playfully, letting out sniffley giggles.

He smiles, yes, smiles.

“Cmon kid. I’ll take you to get your little fast food meal and then we can use the theatre room.” He murmurs, grabbing your hand and walking you to his car.

“Why not your room?” You ask softly, stopping as he opens your door for him.

His nose scrunches slightly before he shrugs. “Had a girl over. I wanna make sure the maids switch the sheets.” He says vaguely, as you get into the passenger seat.

You watch him walk around the car before getting in the drivers seat, one of his hands immediately taking its spot on your thigh.

“Thank you for uhm, picking me up. Even when you were… busy.” You mumble shyly, looking at the rings on his hand.

He notices your tone and his hand moves from your thigh to grab your chin, turning your head so you were staring at him.

“You could call me when i’m balls deep inside someone, and i’ll still fucking come get you.” He says earnestly, staring you down. “So don’t fuckin worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He pats your cheek, making you giggle before he puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it as he pulls out of the street.

God, you really loved your bestfriend.

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But she’s worth it #1

Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of fighting with your dad

791 wc

“You’re a monster.”

You think it’s so fucking ironic that your father yells that at you. A title, that he should be displaying on himself like a fucking trophy.

You were walking down the gravel street, kicking pebbles angrily as you thought over the fight. Your father had gotten angry at soemthing small, you don’t even remember how it started. But it escalated so quickly- with him yelling at you so much that you finally grabbed your phone and angrily rushed out, slamming the door behind you.

So now, you were walking down one of the streets of the cut, trying to figure out who to call.

Most of the pogues were probably partying, and you really didn’t feel like getting drunk since that’s the entire start of this mess. So, you dial Rafe.

“Hey,” You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand when he picks up. “Are you uhm- are you free?”

You hear shuffling of bedsheets before he speaks. “Yeah yeah- m’ here. You need somethin?”

You hiccup, feeling sobs coming up your throat. “I just can’t be around my dad right now. Can I come over?”

You hear the other side of the phone become almost staticky, before hearing a woman’s voice. You can barely make out what she’s saying, but she sounds annoyed.

“Yeah, sure kid. Send me your location.” You suddenly hear, making you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Rafe.” You mumble, your other hand that’s not holding the phone fidgeting with a belt strap on your shorts.

Rafe looked at the text of your location before grunting and getting up off his bed, grabbing his sweatpants.

The woman laying next to him, almost naked, scoffed. “Are you kidding? I thought we were about to fuck.”

Rafe almost winced at the sound of the woman saying that, before rolling his eyes and tugging his sweatpants over his boxers.

“We were gonna. Now we ain’t.” He said coldly, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. “So uh, fuck off now yeah?” He shoved his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants and walked out of his room, noticing a maid cleaning the carpeted steps.

“Hey uh, there’s a visitor in my room. Make sure she leaves and doesn’t steal shit, aight?” He gently orders, before walking past her and out to his car.

The moment you see Rafes car, you feel a sense of relief flood you. He pulls up quickly, getting out and shoving the luxorious car door closed behind him carelessly.

He stalks over, his gaze flickering up and down on you, as if assessing you, before getting to your front.

His ring covered hands quickly cup your face, leaning it to the side as if checking for marks.

“He ain’t hit you, right?” Rafe mutters, his shoulders relaxing when he notices there’s no marks. He leans your head back and his thumbs brush your cheeks.

“N-No. It just was a really fucked fight.” You mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes and sniffling. “Just felt a sudden huge urge to watch a movie with my bestfriend.”

Rafe felt his insides scramble and warm like fucking scrambled eggs whenever he heard you call him your bestfriend. It was a proud fucjing title he had, and the entire island knew it.

He nodded slowly, before squeezing the tip of your nose tightly, pinching it.

You quickly and instinctively swat at him playfully, letting out sniffley giggles.

He smiles, yes, smiles.

“Cmon kid. I’ll take you to get your little fast food meal and then we can use the theatre room.” He murmurs, grabbing your hand and walking you to his car.

“Why not your room?” You ask softly, stopping as he opens your door for him.

His nose scrunches slightly before he shrugs. “Had a girl over. I wanna make sure the maids switch the sheets.” He says vaguely, as you get into the passenger seat.

You watch him walk around the car before getting in the drivers seat, one of his hands immediately taking its spot on your thigh.

“Thank you for uhm, picking me up. Even when you were… busy.” You mumble shyly, looking at the rings on his hand.

He notices your tone and his hand moves from your thigh to grab your chin, turning your head so you were staring at him.

“You could call me when i’m balls deep inside someone, and i’ll still fucking come get you.” He says earnestly, staring you down. “So don’t fuckin worry your pretty head about it, yeah?”

He pats your cheek, making you giggle before he puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it as he pulls out of the street.

God, you really loved your bestfriend.

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Older!Bestfriend!Rafe

for my upcoming oneshot

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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working at two fics at the same time.. both over 6k words…

which one do we want out first? John B x JJ x Reader angst? Or stepbro Rafe smut?

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you still look hot as hell

after keggers i feel like fucking shit bro