#Poor Rafi

[justtuesdays]

If you could actually enter a season of litg- which would you pick?

my practical mind says season three because I’ll at least not have to deal with any drama, will most likely not strangle anyone, or get dumped. and at the end, i’ll still get my boi rafi!

my chaotic side says throw me into season six, let me at ‘em.

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Really Detective?

Hey everyone! This particular piece is a short one. It's Rafael Barba/Male reader. @nickamaro requested this cute little piece. It was requested that I write this imagine with either Rafael or Olivia. And I decided to do both. Olivia's one will be posted soon. I hope you all enjoy! And please feel free to request stories, either from my prompt list or just anything you would like to read.

Warnings: Swearing

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Rafael could hardly believe his eyes. At first he thought he had fallen asleep in his office after too much coffee and too much paper work. But no, that definitely hadn’t happened. He was in the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. His boyfriend who was currently standing on the kitchen counter with…oh jesus that was bug spray and a lighter.

“Carino, I know you said you didn’t like the curtains but this is a bit extreme,” Rafael drawled as he put his briefcase on a chair.

“This isn’t about the curtains baby,” you retorted eyes not leaving one particular spot on the floor. Rafael looked closely at you, a light sheen of sweat covered your face and your knuckles were almost white as you gripped the items in your hands. Your muscles tense.

“Okay, then what is it about?” Rafael raised an eyebrow. “And can you please get off the counter and put the lighter down.”

“Not until that fucker reappears so I can fry it,” you growled.

“Need a little more,” Rafael prodded looking around trying to figure out what was going on.

“There was a massive fucking spider on the floor there,” you explained. “And then it just vanished so now I am staying here until it shows itself.”

“A spider?” Rafael was even more confused. To Rafael you looked scared. Very scared. But that wasn’t something he had ever seen on you. “I have seen you stare down guns and people holding knives at you but a spider has you like this.”

“Don’t tease me,” you almost whined at your boyfriend. “I don’t like spiders Rafi, they’re creepy as hell with all their legs and eyes and…and there it is!”

Rafael looked over his shoulder and saw the spider. It was small, nowhere near the size he thought it would be from how you are acting. Rafael sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose as he walked over and stomped on the poor thing. He did not want to risk you actually setting things on fire. Rafael turned around just in time to have you fling yourself into his arms. You were taller than him but at this moment Rafael felt like he was taller as you curled yourself into him, burying your head into his neck. Arms thrown around his shoulders as you nuzzled into him.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Rafael wrapped his arms around your waist, trying very hard not to chuckle. This side of you was new and he found it incredibly adorable, and he didn’t want anyone else to ever see it.

“Of course, Carino,” he patted your back, squeezing you softly. He found it amusing that his brave detective boyfriend was so afraid of spiders but at the same time a small part of him was a little pleased that he got to be the protector for once. “I’ll deal with any spiders, so no need to almost burn the apartment down.”

“…Shush,” you muttered, lightly nipping his neck. “And don’t even think about telling anyone about this.”

“Ah, yes, don’t want your reputation of being one of the most badass and intimidating detectives to be tarnished,” Rafael laughed hand coming up to tug gently on your hair. A whine left your throat at the action, the man knew exactly what he was doing. You went to pull away from him but Rafael held on to you. “Aw, don’t worry Carino. I promise I won’t tell anyone you needed a knight in shining armour.”

“Don’t be mean,” you muttered being able to move enough to look at him, his green eyes shining with amusement. Rafael caught your eyes, which still had a slight hint of fear in them, the sight of that smothered the rest of his amusement. He cupped your face leaning forward to kiss your cheeks and your lips.

“I’m sorry Carino,” he whispered. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

You smiled softly at him leaning to rest your forehead against his, nuzzling his nose. You had hoped that he would never find out about your fear of spiders. Last time someone had they made you feel so small, as if a detective of your size and demeanour couldn’t have such a fear. As if someone who charges into danger without a moment’s hesitation shouldn’t be afraid.  

“Thank you,” you told him again kissing him. “Never had my own knight in shining armour but I’m glad you’re mine.”

“Well, it’s the least I can do after the times you have saved me,” Rafael grinned. “Now how about some dinner?”

“Or we could just skip right to dessert,” you suggested pulling out of his arms and walking backwards towards the bedroom, tugging on his hands.

“If this is the reward I get every time I kill a spider, I hope I find more,” Rafael grinned untangling one of his hands to loosen his tie, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to nip at your neck.

[vioranhyperfixation]

Summaries of rafi arrival in Gotham

Rafi never one best at direction, and having spent his whole life in the lab doesn't support it. But this time is definitely not his fault.

who the fuck build their mansion at some forests and put their address on a freaking town name. Yes it still consider in Gotham, but you fucking think, this blind directing rat lab would realize that!?

So he end up lost in the forest, trying his best to find the location with the GPS that damian give as the director.

Damian's agent whose job now to supervises Rafi ; should I help? But I can't show myself, how I'm supposed to do that?

Damian lough in delight at Rafi and the agent poor performance

Rafi end up in the hand of Alfred after rolling face to face with the dirt while managing to escape all the trap at the front gate. which is the result of him freaking out at the attempt the agent made to help him, it's bad but it's work in the end, so good for them.

Alfred : master Bruce, do you perhaps by chance gain another little stalker?

Bruce :

Bruce : do we have another Tim?

Tim : ???

Rafi : nu-uh

Bruce : what do you mean nu-uh?

Rafi : I ain't no Tim, I'm Rafi, and always and will further be Rafi.

Tim : good for you?

Rafi : yah. it mean to rise and to.. Well Something similar, and so so. And ain't I'm just so loved? Love that for me.

Bruce : that sounds lovely, what about your last name?

Rafi : I don't have a last name

Bruce : oh- I'm sorry-

Rafi : nah it's fine just expensive

Bruce :

Tim : sorry? since when does last name become expensive?

Rafi : since Pluto classifies as planet

Rafi : I'm joking

Bruce : that's quite the joke-

Rafi : I need to be adopted first before I get it

Bruce :

Tim : so.. Why are you here?

Rafi : I just said it?

Tim : no you said you need to get adopted first before- oooh.. It's an interesting parent choice you got there

Rafi : I don't really choose, if I do I would choose that American guy over him

Bruce : pordon me? What do you mean you do not choose it?

Rafi : yah, we are related by genes duh. They said it best if I could get one by blood they said, still bet that American guy would be better choice if I get to choose.

Rafi : ...

Rafi : why are you all silent?

For those who did not see Rafi relationship post ( not update ) American guy is Jason. And he doesn't know Jason name is Jason, for him and his heart he will always be American guy, even after he discover American guy real legal legit name.

[mrsbsmooth]

I’ve been so turned off by what fusebox has been putting out lately that I haven’t even opened the app in a year or so, but I’m glad that people seem to be liking s8 so far!

I’m super curious to know how you would rank it against past seasons and what your thoughts are overall ❤️

RANK? YOU WANT ME TO RANK THEM

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omg okay. way to make my night. I'm supposed to be writing. Let's fucking gooooooo.

[Noting based on my recent post, this is my ranking for if you're pursuing a male LI. WLW rankings would be very different].

So, to me, I think there are two main criteria that define a season: Love Interests and Gameplay.

Love Interests can be further broken down into:

Sprite Design: How good they look overall as a cast. Are they proportionate? Unique?

Variety: How different/unique are they to previous seasons? Are they all models and carpenters and finance bros?

Fandom Impact: This one is silly and subjective. Are people still talking about them years later? Do they have fanfics and art? If you don't know this person, are you missing out?

Gameplay can be further broken down into:

Quality of Plot Drama: How it's written, how impactful it is. Is it stupid manufactured shit, or is it important and moves the game along? (Cherrygate? Great drama. Suresh wanting to 'give Lulu a chance' after he'd been all in for us? Shitty, awful drama).

Challenges: Are they engaging and interesting? Do they move the plot along?

Replayability: Are there enough unique aspects in the routes that you feel the need to replay?

So, based on these two criteria, I assigned rankings to each season, with Season 2 being the best that fusebox can possibly do. (We already know that it is).

These are completely subjective, but this is what I came up with.

Some brief explanations:

Season 1:

Not the best art style, but overall the proportions were spot on, the body shapes and types were different and unique. Personalities top tier (Tim? Jake? sigh.) Cherrygate, dunking challenge etc.

Season 2:

The best the fandom can do in terms of consistent art style, poses, challenges and replayability. Every route is unique. Characters are overhwhelmingly gorgeous. Some may not like the drama, but I think it's just enough.

Season 3:

I thought things were ranked too high but then remember Tai? Rafi? AJ? The waterfall date, the water balloon and tent challenges that meant something and caused drama?

Season 4:

Lost points for the NaJamUno character merge, but gained points for Youcef and Oliver. Great characters, poor challenges and drama points. Dylangate was dumb and so was making us sleep on the daybeds.

Season 5:

The less said the better. But the sprites were hot af.

Season 6:

The great character merge was atrocious. But the drama from Casa, the Marshall&Ozzy plotline, and HAMISH oh my god, he gets a bonus point for drama all on his own.

Season 7:

Personally very forgettable season. Some of the sprites were lovely. Evan was a highlight and he's gorgeous. But given how quickly everyone forgot about this season, it's loowww.

Season 8:

Gets a high ranking for fandom impact purely based on the immense amount of art and interest that's come about this season. Even with up to a half-point deduction to account for recency bias, this season ranks highly.

This gives us an updated ranking of:

Third? THIRD? Season 8 is THIRD?!?!?

This gives us an average season rating of 6.4. We could remove the outliers, but we're trying to plot how good each season is against the average, so let's not. If we then plotted this and threw in a bar to show the average:

It says the only seasons that are 'above average' are Seasons 1, 2, and 8. Which, honestly, given my adoration for Bruno, Ciaran, and Lewie, rude. How dare I hurt myself with my own chart!!!!!

I'm sure one of the maths people could do something statistically significant and make this fully mathematically valid, but this is just me latching on to a silly ask and being an idiot about it.

I like S8 a lot. It's worth playing.

In other words:

Yes. Play it.

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Wednesday

Since I gave you a taste of my work in progress for the Dafoeverse fics I've been writing last week, I decided to give you a dose of what I have written for the Molinaverse fics that have been put on indefinite hiatus.

Because I love yall, I appreciate your patience with my ever changing phases (like I'm the goddamn moon), and I've left you on read for far too long.

Also, side note, if any of you have suggestions about how I should go about continuing any of these WIPs, please let me know in the replies, my ask box, or DMs. Thank you! 😘

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Covert Affairs (this one goes out to @freddiefredfive)

Rafi was talking to Donnie when they walked back in and Leo was nowhere in sight. Kazia figured he was back upstairs with Jeanine, so didn't think anything of it.

But the remaining brothers were talking and laughing loudly and didn't even notice that Tadeusz and Kazia were in the room until Rafi noticed the young woman.

He was staring offly hard with his big brown eyes that perfectly complimented his baby face and reddish cheeks.

He looked like Leo, but had skin as smooth as a baby's bottom and his hair was curly and styled nicely on his head.

Kazia could immediately tell that he probably thought highly of himself, since the threads he was wearing were of high expense and quality.

"Well, hello," he said seductively before he realized that Tadeusz was standing next to her.

Tadeusz scowled at him before he nervously laughed and put his head down.

But next thing he knew, he was grabbed by his collar by the older, taller, stronger man.

"Kazia's mine, got it?" he angrily said before he plucked his head.

"Yeah, yeah. I was just playing, buddy. You know Layla is my girl. I love her so much...I just wish she wanted to marry me..."

"I don't care," he sternly said. "Now, let's have a chat."

He dragged the poor young man away, much to Kazia and Donnie's horror.

"You like them rough, huh?" Donnie teased after.

"Not usually," Kazia admitted before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and blushing. "But Tadeusz is different."

"If you say so," Donnie moaned.

Meanwhile, Tadeusz brought Rafi to one of the backrooms and threw him down before he closed and locked it behind them.

"Who's that Rudy guy?" he sternly asked.

"Tadeusz, do you have history with him or something? Why do you care?"

"My punching fist might be out of commission, but I'll use my other on your pretty little face if you don't answer what I asked you!"

"Okay, okay," Rafi flinched. "He's just a friend of mine. Well, actually he knew Layla first. They have mutual friends and when she introduced him to me, I knew he would be a perfect fit for our familgia."

"Oh, I see," he softly said as he paced. "So we don't even properly vet members anymore. Oh, silly me. Now, tell me Rafi, why do you think you can trust him?"

"I mean I am a good judge in character."

"Yes, Layla is a lovely girl," Tadeusz sarcastically said. "But you really aren't cut out for this life. What would you do if your brothers' lives were snuffed out...one by one? What if you had no one to hold you hand?"

Rafi was about to reply before Tadeusz cut him off again.

"Because I was once naive like you. I thought seeking quick, easy money would be heaven in Belarus...but it wasn't. I was betrayed many times and every time it became harder and harder to take their lives away," he coldly said.

"Until it wasn't anymore. It was just something that had to be done. You cross me, you die. It's as simple as that. So I say all of this to say, Rafi, you better watch that Rudy fella or I'll be forced to take both of you out, painfully...very painfully. Got it?!" 

"Yes, of course."

"Good, glad we had this talk. Now come on. You didn't properly introduce yourself to MY Kazia."

"Right," he moaned as he trembled while getting up.

But Tadeusz just yanked him again and brought him back into the room by his arm. He dropped him again and the young man fell so hard it made both Donnie and Kazia jump.

"Hello, Kazia," he greeted. "I'm Raphael Scaglioni, but everyone calls me Rafi. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," she softly said as he got up.

She shook his hand and then he went over by Donnie.

Kazia looked at Tadeusz confused, but he just put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Nie przejmuj się. Chciałem tylko zapytać go o Rudy ' ego." (Don't be alarmed. I just wanted to ask him about Rudy), he told her. "Rozumie tylko siłę." (He only understands force)

"Nie jestem zaskoczony," (I'm not surprised), she replied back. "On naprawdę wydaje się trochę przytłumiony." (He really does seem a little dim)

"To dlatego, że jest." (That's because he is)

"Prawo." (Right)

"Everything alright, Tadeusz?" Donnie asked as his little brother still hid behind him.

"Yes, everything is fine," he softly said.

Donnie didn't believe him though. He only spoke Polish, usually to himself, when he was angry or frustrated around them. Kazia nervously giggled before her stomach started growling.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize," Tadeusz assured with another kiss on her cheek. "Well, if you would excuse us, I'm gonna take Kazia back upstairs to eat and meet Layla."

"Of course," Donnie said before they both headed back up the secret staircase behind the replica Trevi Fountain.

The secret door closed by itself behind them once their feet touched the hardwood floor of the cafe and when it did, it startled Marla and Layla. They both jumped before they both smiled at the young couple.

Tadeusz and Kazia smiled back but Kazia noticed that Jeanine and Angelo weren't there anymore.

But there was one customer at one of the tables by the painted Union Jack that was munching on a croissant while watching videos on their laptop.

This person was wearing noise canceling headphones, so they were completely unaware of what was going on around them.

---

Jealousy

"I don't know what I want to wear," Alice whined as she frantically looked through all of her clothes hanging up in the closet.

Her husband, meanwhile, was sitting on their bed, just watching her.

He began to worry that she was gonna have a panic attack again, so he tried to lighten the mood.

"I don't see why you can't wear what you have on now. You look gorgeous."

Alice giggled.

"Thank you, Aldie. But I want to make a good first impression and an red and brown plaid overall skirt and creme shirt just isn't gonna cut it," she said. "I want to wear something a little fancier."

"I don't see what the problem is. We met Rodney before and in overalls."

"I know, but he has Shaye with him. I do want to start making some friends around here."

"She's no friend until I vet her," Alden grumbled.

"Of course," Alice quickly agreed. "I trust your judgment."

The way she said that made Alden worry again since she sounded like she was about to cry. So he got up and walked over to her, rubbing her shoulders again to comfort her.

"Alice, it's gonna be alright," he whispered. "Although we are safe, I still can't help but be cautious. I don't want anyone to hurt you the way he did again."

"Oh, Alden. It isn't that. I just...even far away from home I still feel unsafe. I hate that I can't just trust people anymore."

"Not all people are untrustworthy," he said before he moved his hands down to her midsection. "Just take a deep breath."

Alice did as she was instructed and as she did so, she suddenly felt herself being picked up and brought over to their bed.

She kept her eyes closed though and allowed Alden to put her down on the middle of the bed.

"Keep deep breathing," he instructed before he hiked her skirt up and slowly took her panties off.

Once discarded, he began to softly kiss her inner thighs before he finally went for the kill. Alice was still trying to keep her deep breathing up during all of this, but then her breath hitched as soon as she felt his tongue inside her.

She, at first, gasped before she got her breaths back up and began to deep breath again. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest as her lover kept going, teasing an amazing orgasm out of her. She tried to hold it back and tightly gripped the sheets below her, but eventually she broke and loudly moaned as she climaxed.

But she didn't just climax, she also squirted a little which amused her husband. She could clearly hear him giggling between her legs, before the sound of joyous slurping invaded her auditory sense.

"I'm sorry," she nervously apologized.

"Don't be," he whispered before he kissed her lower lips. "I haven't gotten you that excited in quite some time."

She giggled.

"Yeah, I haven't had that reaction since before...the first time...he appeared..." she realized before she started to cry. "I'm sorry, Aldie. I just...I just..."

Alden immediately picked himself up and grabbed Alice before he held her in his lap and began to sing to her again to calm her down.

"It's alright, Misu. I won't let him hurt you. I won't let him get near you ever again."

Alice didn't respond, she just kept crying with her head nudged on his shoulder. He gently rubbed her back, still singing a little to her.

But as he sung, his mind went dark...real dark.

He knew he would gain so much joy taking away the life of the man that hurt his wife so. But he had to stop himself.

He had to.

He couldn't risk going to jail. It wasn't worth it.

But yet, it felt so inticing. It felt like a sure fire way to get rid of him once and for all, but he knew Alice would be against it. It was her battle to fight, after all he was her old flame.

She never wanted to put Alden in the middle of this, but now here he was. Here he was miles away from the place he used to call home, consoling his anxious and brow beaten wife in their so-say dream home.

The man took everything from them. So was he in the wrong to want to cause him the most harm he could?

He still kept his singing up, well until Alice stopped crying and moved her hand to his cheek.

He just looked at her before she leaned over and kissed him.

"I love you so much, Aldie," she softly said.

"I love you too, Misu."

She lightly smiled and was about to kiss him again before her phone began to ring.

Alden kissed her cheek and reached for the phone that was closer to him before he handed it to her.

"Hey Nick," she greeted. "What's up?"

"I just finished watching your first local interview," he started. "I love the storefront. It's gorgeous."

"Thank you," Alden smugly said. "It makes a perfect bookstore."

"It really does. Nice taste, man," he said with a laugh. "Also I can't believe Lori Amato is your cousin."

"That's what I'm saying! I was fangirling a little too hard. But she's so nice," Alice chirped. "His whole extended family is so sweet. They've been nothing but friendly."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I also see that you have a lot of new fangirls, Alden. There are a lot of thirst comments on this video."

"I don't see why. I'm not the stern Dr. Bertanelli of Middleburg University anymore."

"So," Alice huffed. "You're still handsome and fine as hell and these girls agree with me."

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"Why would I be? I don't get jealous like you do," she joked. "They can say whatever they want, but at the end of the day, you're sleeping next to me."

He chuckled and kissed her nose.

"Also, I noticed that the amount of views and comments on our first video with Alden performing with us as Java Joe's has gone up by a lot."

"Really?" they both asked.

"Yep, really. We also have a lot of returning reviewers to our second performance with Alden. Most of the viewers are from Navassa, of course."

"Wow, well maybe we'll have to get the band back together...for the sake of the fans," Alden said.

"I'd be down. I'm sure Quinn would be too. Adam's a father now so it might be a bit difficult and then Mitzi and Maisie have their own band, Ungaii, now but maybe I could intice them."

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Ring Around the Rosie

"Dinner's ready!" Sabrina called from the stairs while Otto and the actuators were setting up the dining room table and bringing the stew and the freshly-baked soda bread to the table.

As soon as Flo placed the last fork down, Rosie came down with Mallory in her grasp, while Margaux clung to her free arm.

She was giggling with them which made Sabrina smile before Rosie put Mallory down for both of the girls to greet their mother.

They both hugged and kissed Sabrina, then ran to the table and took their seats.

"They're such wonderful girls," Rosie told Sabrina as they walked to the table together.

"Yes, yes they are," Sabrina chirped before she took her designated seat.

Otto led Rosie to her seat while Harry cut the bread and Flo and Moe helped scoop the stew unto Margaux and Mallory's bowls.

"Daddy," Margaux asked.

"Yes, Rosie Posie?" he answered back while he took his seat, watching as Flo and Moe went ahead and put the stew in the adults' bowls too.

She giggled.

"What's this?"

"It's Irish Stew and Soda Bread," Otto answered. "Thom Donaghue's recipe."

"Who's that?" Mallory asked.

"My father," Rosie excitedly answered with a big smile, making the girls giggle. "And your father learned the recipe and now he's able to make it for us."

"He's never made it before," Margaux admitted.

"I wanted to make it for Rosie. To welcome her back into our family," Otto explained.

"It was my favorite meal my father would cook for us," Rosie added. "It was also the first meal he had with my parents. He was so nervous to meet them but then he and my father bonded over Tolkien."

"Who's Tolkien?" Margaux asked.

"He's a wonderful author. He wrote fantasy novels. His literature was a great escape for me when I was younger."

"He wrote The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings," Rosie added. "Are you familiar with those books?"

"I didn't know they were books. But I know of the movies," Margaux answered.

"Otto, you need to get them into the books," Rosie nudged. "Have I taught you nothing? They love literature. I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing your love of Tolkien with you."

"How many books did you read to them upstairs?" Sabrina suddenly asked.

"Just three. But they are so inquisitive and curious. They're two bright little girls. Well advanced beyond their age."

"Thank you!" they both chirped.

"Would you be interested in learning more about Tolkien?" he asked them.

They both nodded, so he said, "Well, alright. Guess we're gonna be taking another trip to the library."

The girls both cheered.

"But until then, we can watch The Hobbit tonight if you would like. We do have Family Movie Night on Fridays. And Rosie, you're welcome to watch the movie with us."

"Where can we watch The Hobbit?" Otto asked Sabrina.

"We have a subscription with the parent company of our SmartTV. You can rent it or buy it on their website."

"Oh, well guess we have our movie for movie night!" he cheered.

Rosie giggled after taking her first bite of the stew.

"Otto, you really outdid yourself. This is really good."

"Thank you," he said with a genuine smile.

"You're welcome," she said before taking another bite.

"I suppose he used to spoil you too with his cooking."

"We would switch nights to cook, but when it was his turn. He always blew me away. I'm not surprised though. Maria was a wizard in the kitchen. She always had the best side dishes at my family's parties."

"Maria was close to your parents?" Sabrina asked Rosie.

"Oh, yeah. After his father died, she would come around all the time. We loved having her."

"How nice," Sabrina cooed.

"Sabrina," Rosie started. "I must say I love the way you decorated this home. Otto told me you picked out most of the decor and I'm impressed. Also I love the crushed flowers hanging on the walls in the guest room. It just takes me back to our old apartment and my old office at the university."

"I figured you would," she said. "We actually bought those for our old apartment when it was just us two. Otto told me how much you loved crushed flowers so I decided to get them since I love them too."

"My mother and I used to make scrapbooks of different flowers we would find around the yard," Rosie started. "I would pick them and show them to her before we would crush them and add them to the book."

"Small world," Sabrina chirped. "That's what I used to do with my grandmother back in Atlanta."

"No way!" Rosie chirped. "Well, now we have another reason why Otto fell for you."

"I guess so," she joked. "But wait, are you from NYC?"

"No, no. I'm from Rochester but moved to NYC when I got accepted to Columbia University."

"Oh, gotcha. I'm from Atlanta originally, but moved here to pursue my dreams of being on Broadway. Of course my dreams changed when I met Otto and especially when we had the girls, but I love my life. I wouldn't change a thing."

"Glad to hear it," Rosie said. "It's funny because my dreams changed too when I met Otto on those steps. I was planning on moving to Belfast and being a professor there, but then he knocked me off my feet with his science know-how and dorky smile."

"Am I that charming?" he asked before blushing.

"Don't flatter yourself too much," Rosie warned. "No one looks good with a big head."

"Fair," he moaned before taking a bite of his soda bread.

"Mommy," Mallory asked.

"Yes, Muffin?"

"Can Rosie stay with us?"

"Yeah, can she?"

"Well, I hope she can. Your father did set up the guest room all nice for her."

"Rosie?" Margaux asked with big puppy dog eyes. "Would you like to stay with us?"

"I would love to," she answered before looking at Otto. "I see she has your puppy dog eyes."

"Yeah, she's my little twin."

"Daddy, can she tell us a bedtime story tonight?" Margaux asked.

"Am I not good enough to read you a story anymore?" he asked with a whiny tone. "I thought you liked Story Time with Sailor Aubrey."

"We do, daddy," Margaux assured. "But we..."

"Margaux, how about this. What if Sailor Aubrey had a first mate? How about we have Story Time with Sailor Aubrey and First Mate Annie?"

"Anne is her middle name," Otto whispered to Sabrina, noticing her confused face.

"Yay! I like that! Can we do that, daddy?"

"Sure we can, Rosie Posie," he told her. "Thank you, Rosie."

"Of course. I hope you don't mind, Sabrina."

"Oh, no. I don't. I let Otto handle story time. I handle bath time."

"Okay, good. The last thing I want to do is ruin your groove."

"Oh, no, you're fine, Rosie. Thank you for being considerate though." 

"No problem," she said. "So what's for dessert?"

---

Jolly Ol' Saint Otto

Imag'n Toy Boutique was not too far from their Chelsea townhome, so it was a quick, quiet drive.

Their parking lot was behind the building, so Otto slowly turned the corner and parked in the empty space next to the back entrance.

He got out of the car first, taking in the crisp cool air as his breath was first taken away in a wisp of cold smoke as he took a first.

His actuators, who were once out and free huddled next to his vehicle's heater, quickly tucked themselves tight inside his big coat, jittering from the cold sensation they were forced to feel.

And although Otto was freezing and shaking in his coat, he couldn't help but adore how adorable Sabrina's reaction was to the snow.

The whole ride there she was silently humming Christmas carols while watching the snow fall, making his heart skip a beat.

Slowly, he opened her door and helped her out. She giggled and twirled around in the snow fall after she was released making her cold husband laugh in delight.

Swiftly, he joined her before she ran over and hugged him. He tightly hugged her back, enjoying the fluffinest of her coat as well as her natural warmth before he remembered the task at hand.

"We should have a snowball fight," she cooed as they walked gloved hand and hand to the front entrance.

He chuckled and answered, "After we finish shopping. I think there's probably enough snow in the parking lot to do that."

"Okay," she happily chirped.

They didn't even manage to fully get through the front door before the owner jumped out from the back to greet them.

She had a very happy attitude with a big white smile to boot. Her very curly red hair was bouncing in the reintroduced wind that the open door brought while her blue-green eyes twinkled in the bright lights about her.

"Hello, welcome to Imag'n!" she cheered before she realized who was standing in her doorway.

It was like she lost her train of thought as she stared at her customers, immediately noticing the actuators popping out of the bottom of Otto's coat to enjoy the warmth from the store's heater.

She squealed and ran over to them.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can't believe you're in my store. I'm such a big fan, Sabrina."

"Oh," she chirped. "Would you like..."

"Yes!" she immediately answered before she took her phone out of her pocket. "I just want a picture."

Sabrina nervously giggled and replied, "Okay."

Flo moved over by them and picked up the woman's phone much to her surprise. Meanwhile, the others came over to observe her before Otto told them to come back by him.

Reluctantly, they obeyed and Flo was able to take the pictures in peace. She took three and then handed it back to the woman, but her claw stayed opened with a faint glow of yellow.

"Ooh, these are really nice," the lady chirped. "Who knew the tentacles were this good at photography?"

All of them screeched at her comment before Sabrina pet Flo's claw and corrected her.

"They're called actuators. They hate being called tentacles," she said before the other three came by her and pet her cheeks in response.

"Wow, they really like you," she observed. "Not that I should be surprised. I watch your podcast all of the time and they're always all on you."

"You're an Actuatually fan?"

"Am I? I started watching it after I saw you perform as Giselle. You were amazing. And honestly, you two make such a cute couple. Relationship goals."

"Thank you, I think," Otto responded.

Sabrina giggled.

"Oh, where are my manners?" she jokingly asked. "I'm Elinor Whittaker. But you can call me Ellie. I'm the owner of this establishment."

"Oh, we know," Otto remarked. "I read about your grand opening in the Post."

"Funny, I thought you would have said The Daily Bugle."

"I don't read that trash," he grumbled.

"Right," she moaned. "Well, I assume you're here for the little one. I heard the news. Congratulations. You two are gonna be wonderful parents. Now if you just follow me, I'll take you to the baby toys."

"Actually, we're here for..." Sabrina started before Otto stopped her.

He insisted that Elinor take them to the baby toys, despite Sabrina's look of frustration at him.

Elinor didn't notice though and led them to the back of the store nearby the many Lego building sets that were displayed based on difficulty.

The baby toys, which were on the adjacent wall, were displayed flawlessly with each type of toy being put in a certain place.

The sensory and teething toys were right in the center of a buyers focal point while the educational toys were to the right and the plushies and dollies were to the left.

But Otto's eyes lit up when he noticed a plastic toy boat that looked a lot like the one he had as a child.

However, he reserved his excitement until Elinor finally left them alone to browse.

After she left, Sabrina started to softly tease him about the fact that they weren't there to look for toys for Margaux. But he was so fascinated with the boat that he didn't even register her teasing.

Slowly he grasped it in his leather gloved hands and just took in the amazing craftsmanship of it.

Although it was just plastic unlike the wood carved one his abuela gave him decades ago, he still could admire the beautiful paint job reminiscent of his old toy.

He hypothesized that whoever made this really want to put a nice little touch on it.

Sabrina soon noticed his fascination and the little admiring twinkle in his eye, which made her warmly smile.

Leave it to Otto to find the simple, little things in life so intriguing, she thought.

But she did admire that about him as well though.

"Starlight, we should get this for Margaux."

"Octi, we came here to shop for..."

"I know, I know," he playfully huffed. "But I want our little girl to have a piece of my childhood."

"Piece of your childhood?" she asked curiously.

"I used to have a toy boat just like this," he happily explained. "But it was handmade...wood carved. My abuela made it for me. She painted it almost exactly the same."

"Your abuela was a woodworker?" she asked in a surprised tone. She knew that his mother, Maria, was half Spanish so the fact that he called his grandmother 'abuela' didn't confuse her, but what did confuse her was how fondly he spoke of her.

He rarely talked about his family other than his mother, but it was a welcomed info-drop nonetheless.

"Yeah," he said with a bright smile as he kept looking at the boat in his hands. By then the actuators also fully crept out of his big coat and admired it too, their lights glowing as pink as Otto's pale face.

"She was a woodworker and a potter. Her mother was gifted in the work of clay and her father was a carpenter. She was the third of five girls and my great-grandfather was afraid that he wouldn't have anyone to pass the skill on to. But she grasped it real fast and helped him at his shop until she met my Opa. He was on a European tour and they met at a Cafe. They fell in love and eventually moved here. My mother grew up not too far from here."

"You never told me that."

"It never came up," he said with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll show you on the way back home."

"I would like that," she replied. "So I guess you really loved that boat."

"I did. I took it every where I went when I was little. My Opa was an boating enthusiast. He had his own boat that he would take me on all of the time and we even participate in some boat races near the Hudson. We won a couple of tournaments."

"Hmm, so that's why you're so good with your hands," she hummed. "It was all in your hereditary."

He chuckled.

"Yes, well that and many summers with abuela and opa."

---

If you haven't seen my Dafoeverse WIPs and are interested in reading them, you can read them here.

Stay tuned for some Otto & Sabrina and Alden & Alice fics that I shelved until further notice. As well as my long-overdue WIP for Closing Time!

But until then, Happy Reading!

[ynx1]

You’re alone? He is al-Wakil (the Sufficient). 👈🏽

You’re in pain? He is al-Shafi (the Healer). 👈🏽

You’re poor? He is al-Ghani(the Rich and Self Sufficient). 👈🏽

You’re weak? He is al-Qawi (The Strong). 👈🏽

You’re a sinner? He is al-Rahman (the Merciful). 👈🏽

You’ve made mistakes? He is al-Ghaffar (The Forgiver). 👈🏽

You’re distant? He is al-Qarib (the Close). 👈🏽

You’ve got problems? He is al-Nasir (the Helper). 👈🏽

You’re feeling low?? He is al-Rafi’ (The One who raises). 👈🏽

You’re distressed? He is al-Salam (the source of Peace). 👈🏽

You’re heart feels dead? He is al-Muhyi(The Giver of life). 👈🏽

You need to talk? He is al-Sami’ (the Listener). 👈🏽

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Dearest Anon,

I tried to answer this in the original ask box but apparently not only can they not be edited in drafts, they also cannot be edited once posted. This came out more as a drabble than anything else. I hope you like it, and I'm desperately sorry for the long wait.

Sinsiriusly,

Hero

He could practically already hear her before he even picked up the phone, and to be perfectly honest, he was beyond not in the mood. Still, Rafael hadn’t spoken to his mother in weeks. Better to answer now and get it over with rather than not answer and run the risk of irritating her even more.

   “Hello?”

   “¿Rafael, cómo vas a aparecer en un programa sin el pelo peinado?”

   “Mami, what are you talking about?” he asked incredulously. “Do you have any idea how long I spend on my hair? Too much time.”

   “Bueno, Rafa, I don’t know what to tell you porque the angle wasn’t the best, pero parecía como una escoba. The light was behind you though, parecía un ángel.”

   He rolled his eyes at the blatant exaggeration that was quickly followed by a compliment that she regularly employed.

   “If you knew you were going to be on TV, why didn't you dress nicer?” she asked. “You know how many women watch this show?”

   “Mami, I’m a bit busy right now. I promise, I will call you later, but we’re sort of dealing with a crisis at the —”

   “Niño, pero, why do you think I’m calling?!” she asked.

   He let out a silent sigh as his eyes closed. 

   “Rafi. Rafi.”

   “Yes, I’m here, Mami,” he replied.

   “Why didn’t Benson do anything?”

   “Mami,” he said with a little more bite than he meant to use. Taking a breath, he said, “Listen to me, those producers, Jeffrey and Regina Prince, they’re lying. Not just that, they’re setting up their producer to take the fall when they were the ones who tried to cover this whole thing up.”

   “No me diga,” she replied. “Aye la pobrecita Melanie. She seems like a nice girl. Her mother must be so worried.”

   “We’re doing everything we can for Melanie, Mami, I promise.”

   “I know you are, mijo. I’m very proud of you, Rafi,” she replied. “Pero if you’re ever going to be on another reality show again, por favor, make sure that at least your tie is on straight.”

Translations

¿Rafael, cómo vas a aparecer en un programa sin el pelo peinado? - Rafael, how are you going to appear on a program without your hair brushed?

pero parecía como una escoba - it looked like a broom

parecía un ángel - you looked like an angel

No me diga - you don’t say

Aye la pobrecita Melanie - Oh poor Melanie

[nicosraf]

Hello Rafi, after reading ABM and dragging 2 of my friends with me into it, I wanted to say how Rosier’s and Asmodeus relationship totally enchanted me. I don’t know why, maybe because it became so tragic (well, on that note, what exactly is not tragic about the whole story) from them being so sweet and close to each other to him cutting off Asmodeus head in panic and feeling so much guilt. I’d die to read something like a side story on them and on how their life develops after the fall haha :’) Especially because I felt so sorry for Rosier, since he never did anything wrong, poor thing! I just wanted to share my appreciation for them with you.

Thank you so so much for your hard work on the trilogy! I hope you feel loved every day <3

I'm glad you like them!!! :') I can talk about Rosier and Asmodeus forever. And they've been on my mind a lot lately

I think the tragedy of Rosier and Asmodeus' relationship is that they've ended up hurting one another in a completely unforgivable way! But it's not like that's going to sever their close relationship. So now things are... Messy.

On my to-do list, I have "prequel novellete about Rosier and Asmodeus" because I've wanted to write about Asmodeus' early years and about the role Rosier has in his life. Asmodeus building the room for Rosier, their first years living together, Rosier always threatening to move out jokingly but he never does, him dragging Asmodeus out to the baths because he just knocked over a bunch of flour on himself, Rosier waking Asmodeus up because he's been laying in bed for at least a few days now. Asmodeus preening Rosiers wings because maybe that's why Rosier is being so fussy lately.

But also I'd like to write something exclusive about them after the fall too. This is explored in A&M but I could always dedicate a short story to it. I would like to, I think. Theyre such a mess now. And it's all very sad. But they're together because that's how it's always been.

Ramble over ahskdd thank you for reading ABM. I hope you feel loved too !!

[hysteriche]

anonymous annotations

Grief suffocated. Grief paralyzed. Grief was a cruel, heavy boot pressed so hard against his chest that he could not breathe. Grief took him out of his body, made his injuries theoretical.

... he couldn't feel anything other than the singular, blinding pain of Ramy's loss.

... but he could not go on. Not from this.

No, it seemed impossible that Ramy could just leave this world so abruptly, that he could be so alive one moment and so still the next. It seemed to defy the laws of physics that Ramiz Rafi Mirza could be silenced by something so tiny as a bullet.

Babel, R.F Kuang

I'm sobbing. I'm on the floor, fists pounding, screaming, crying for these poor fictional boys. I can't even think about Letty because what the fuck. All I can think of is how Robin mirrors so much of Rin in this scene. Blinding pain and all. All I can think of is how I would rather throw myself into the Thames, mouth open, and ready to die over a disease or drowning than have to face the unforgiving agony of losing someone who'd understood/understand me so deeply. This ain't fair, just naaaahhhh. LOOK AT THE POOR BOY. HE'S SO CONFUSED. HE CAN'T TAKE IT AND NEITHER CAN I FIDNSOSNSLSMSKSKS

[nyctophile-me]

intro post:

(dividers by the incredible @saradika)

★nyc ★(she/her) ★18 ★bookworm ★love enthusiast

✰got lovesick all over my bed✰

hello hello hello! welcome to my little corner of the internet on this hell site (said with all the love i swear <33). this blog is essentially a dumping ground for all my scattered thoughts and rambles, along with things I find relatable. well, it's mostly about things i find relatable tbh. i'm very sentimental and a little bit mentally unstable so.. okay who am i kidding? very mentally unstable so some breakdowns might be in order. also f**k jkr!!

➟ basic info : •asian •18 •bilingual •funny (please let me have this) •scorpio (still skeptical with my belief) •"love" lover •adhd haver(?) •anxious always •oversharer •flirt •coffee addict •eldest daughter •gifted kid burnout •trying to be a woman in STEM •overthinker (just give me a degree in that atp) •sarcastic af •you'll be surprised to know how much stuff i have not watched •will read anything except non-fiction •queer •cannot deal with confrontation •may oftentimes make inappropriate jokes •procrastinator (another degree right there) •easy to please •gets obsessed with things pretty easily •will shit talk with you all you want •overanalyser •pinch of grammar nazi sometimes •pathological people pleaser who doesn't want anyone to see her •may get over shit quite fast •has a new crush everyday •15 wives and counting •if we're mutuals we're besties already ➟ interests : •people •music •books •playing guitar •making people listen to songs i like •ranting about anything and everything •making my own theories about stuff •character analysis •poetry •classics especially •rewatching the same four shows over and over again •keysmashing •eating food •making playlists •scrolling on pinterest/tumblr •sleeping •researching random shit on the internet •maths •computer science •hating physics (i'm sorry it sucks) •plotting revenge (which i'll never be following through with) •spending a tonne of my time looking at expensive aesthetic clothes that i can never afford •looking at pictures of renee rapp and asking them (read: her) to marry me over and over •collecting wives (okay i'm sorry wifeys that sounds very objectifying ilysm) •going over conversations that have already happened in my head and making myself sound better •yearning ➟stuff i love : »music •taylor swift •maisie peters •lana del rey •gracie abrams •niall horan •julien baker •phoebe bridgers •lucy dacus •boygenius •the 1975 •olivia rodrigo •renee rapp •arctic monkeys •lizzy mcalpine •hozier •chappell roan •ed sheeran •the neighbourhood •cigarettes after sex •billie eilish •the national •bon iver •sabrina carpenter •girl in red •lorde •ariana grande •5 seconds of summer •conan gray •ricky montgomery •the lumineers •bleachers •shreya ghoshal •arijit singh •ar rahman •shankar-ehsaan-loy •mohit chauhan •sanam •md rafi •kishore kumar •lata mangeshkar •asha bhosle •mukesh •pankaj udhas •jagjit singh •pritam »books •book lovers •beach read •happy place •people we meet on vacation •the picture of dorian gray •pride and prejudice •emma •sense and sensibility •wuthering heights •the diary of a young girl •the murder of roger ackroyd •and then there were none •the fault in our stars •i fell in love with hope •the harry potter series •the seven husbands of evelyn hugo •heartstopper •boyfriend material •murder on the orient express •the mysterious affair at styles •the kiss quotient etc. etc. (can you tell i have a versatile taste? also, emily henry is my auto-buy author and agatha christie is the queen of crime. hercule poirot is the better detective. argue with the wall pls.) »movies/shows •brooklyn nine-nine •friends •never have i ever •love, victor •fleabag •dead poets society •the theory of everything •bridgerton •poor things •barbie •la la land •harry potter movies •red, white and royal blue •enola holmes •mean girls •legally blonde •the princess diaries •emma •pride and prejudice •heartstopper •little women •k3g •any srk movie basically •badhai do •shubh mangal zyada savdhan etc. etc. ➟DNI - racists, ableists, ED-promoting blogs, pedophiles, people younger than 13, empty/untitled blogs (y'all might be bots idk), jkr supporters/anyone affiliated with jkr, haters, zoophiles, anti-palestinians, misogynists/misandrists, fatphobes, homophobic people, transphobes, xenophobes etc. and anyone else who fits into that majority!!

(thankyou for reading all of that, can't believe i wrote it <33)

[vampwritersposts]

Hiii helloo good people. last post i was telling you about how to make your dream come true. basically my dream to get rich before i turn 30. soo the only thing to reach your dream is just to plan it.

If you need to read the previous post please read it. because it's very important to read. I will waiting for you. Okaayyy u've read it alright let's get start it.

Okayy about my plans. I've been write it on my dream board but when my family moved to my new house in 2020 i couldn't find it anymore.

There's a research from Harvard business school about the relationship between having a goals and write it and always checking the achievement.

And the results is...

84% apparently people don't have any dreams.

13% people have specific dreams but don't write it. 3% people have specific, clear and WRITTEN dreams, and always checking their achievement.

And after 10 years...

13% people who have specific dreams but don't write it, have twice much income as the 84% people that don't have a dreams, and surprisingly 3% people that have a dreams and write their dreams specifically, and always check their achievement have 10× more income as much as the 13% people that have a dreams but don't write them down. This is fking insane right?, Soo start to write your dream now!!.

Okay i will share to you guys what's my dream and how i planned it. Well honestly the plan is always change, but my dreams aren't. My recently plan are to learn business management, and find a new college, because my previous college are focus on deen and quran, and none of them are my passion, soo i go to internet and searching a good university for me and i found ESQ Business School, yea even i struggle to pay my college but the best investment for myself is Education.

My second plan is getting a network from the alumnus from my college. "Network is your net worth" there's soo many people being successful because of they're the friend of bla bla bla, because of his parents are elon musk or rafi ahmad maybe 😵‍💫. Soooo go get a net worth don't be shy to ask the name of someone who looks wealthy. Be their friends because if you want to look someone, just look at their friends. Robert kiyosaki ( the author of rich dad poor dad ) are have an entrepreneur friend that much older than him, and that's bring him to be rich.

And my third plan is. Always convince people to give me money, money is always moving everywhere we see in our life, there's people who get money in it, even our born, there's a doctor that getting a money from taking you out from your mother.

For example i was a train robbery, there's a bunch of gold in that train.

Thats a bad idea when i steal the gold when they was still stuck in the vaults. I would get the gold when the gold is moving, I'll wait until they being transported and then I'll hijack the train and pop pop pop gimme dat fkin gold!!!. Soo something is vulnerable when it's moving, money is always moving, so I have to see where the money goes and stop in the middle to take them.

Like yesterday i convinced my friend to make our gang's varsity jacket, they're 17 of my gang members, and from every jacket i get 100k profit, i make them like the train with a lot of money and then i stop em and take them all.

Okayy that's all of it

1. Get a knowledge

2. Get a network

3. Take the money

If u don't know how to do in your day, just trying to do one of this three points. If u got a knowledge u'll know how to get money. If you got a network you will know where you can take the money. Soo it's always goes to number three which is MONEY.

Muthafakinabdl ( Tuesday, 1 August 2023 )

[pascalispretty]

“Use your words” for Fred and Rafa in the threesome verse?? o.O

Ask, and ye shall receive (albeit weeks later). Smut below the cut, for the prompt from this list!

The Macbook is balanced precariously on a pile of pillows on the other side of the bed, the screen tilted to display you in profile. It had been a form of foreplay all of its own to lie still while Rafa set it up, making sure it was angled to Fred’s liking and captured as much of you as possible. FaceTime is a poor substitute for Fred’s presence in your bed and the warmth of his body beside yours but you’ll take what you can get when your doctor is inevitably called back to his hospital. 

“Can you see okay, Fred?” you ask, your legs falling a little further apart. Tipping your head to the side to look at the screen, you see Fred swallow thickly, his eyes fixed on you. 

“Perfectly.” He’s lying in his bed in Baltimore, the camera close on his face. Before you can try to figure out whether he’s naked or not, Rafa abruptly settles on top of you, his warm bulk pressing you into the mattress. The weight of him on you makes you sigh contentedly and your hand come up to stroke down his back. 

“We miss you, Fred,” Rafa says before dipping his head down to kiss you. It’s too brief of a kiss for your liking and you whine when Rafa pulls away. “I think her cunt misses you too. God, I wish you could feel how wet she is.” The smirk on his face is downright devilish, and you hear a shuddering breath from the laptop. 

“Show me?” The question barely leaves Fred’s lips before Rafa slides his hand down your side that’s facing Fred and the camera and dips his fingers between your legs. A soft little noise escapes you at the first brush of his fingertips, your hips pushing forwards to meet his hand. 

“Oh, you’re soaked, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing one of his long fingers inside of you so slowly that you swear you can feel every line and ridge of his knuckles. One of your hands flies up to sink into his soft hair and  your nails scratch against his scalp as he ever so slightly crooks his finger. He’s so close to nudging against that spot on your walls, the one that makes your toes curl and your vision whiten, so close that you know he’s avoiding it on purpose. 

“Rafi,” you gasp, your grip tightening on his hair. He rocks his hand slowly, every press of his finger sending that familiar warmth flooding through you to settle low in your abdomen. After a few steady thrusts he adds a second finger beside the first, the slight stretch of it making your nerve endings thrum and your back arch. 

And then, before you quite know what’s happening, he slips his fingers out of you and holds them up in front of the camera. 

“Told you,” he says, ignoring your plaintive whine as he shows off his slick fingers to the camera, turning them so Fred can watch them glisten in the low light of the room. Fred groans softly, and the sound sends a little shiver running down your spine. 

“Are you touching yourself?” Rafa asks, and Fred nods jerkily on the screen. “Good.” Rafa looks back down at you thoughtfully, as though he’s wondering what to do with you next. You don’t wait for him to make his mind up. Instead, you catch his wrist and pull his hand towards you so you can take his two slick fingers into your mouth. 

“Oh, good girl,” he murmurs as you moan around them, and you hear a shuddering inhale from Fred. “Wishing you were the one cleaning her taste off my fingers, Frederick?” 

“God, yes.” You let go of Rafael’s fingers with a pop, turning your head to look at the screen once more. Your voyeur is looking a little less composed now, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he watches unblinkingly. 

“What do you want to see, Frederick?” Rafa asks, trailing his damp fingers over your chin and down your neck before finally pinching one of your nipples. You arch into the touch, whimpering when Rafa brings his free hand up to cup your other breast. When a reply doesn’t seem immediately forthcoming, Rafa pinches your nipples until you gasp. “Use your words. Tell me what you want to see.” 

“I–fuck,” Fred manages, and you wonder if he’s blushing. He’s still getting used to these FaceTime sessions, usually preferring to be a more passive participant. 

“Tell me, Frederick. What have you been thinking about, all alone in that big bed?” 

“I���ve been thinking–fuck, Rafael. Thinking about sucking your cock. The way you taste after you’ve been inside her,” Fred admits in a rush. Rafa smirks, one of his hands moving back up to cup your chin. 

“Is that what you want to see, Frederick? Me fucking her face so you can pretend it’s you with my cock stuffed down your throat?” Rafa glances down at you, his green eyes sparkling wickedly. “I think we can manage that.” 

[crimeronan]

the heat is currently off outside of the bedrooms to save on electricity when it's Snowy As Hell Outside so selena is curled up on me n rafi's bed being chillycold in a sunbeam and not even following me to the bathroom like she usually does when i get up. poor baby. i feel u angel.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Not me watching Laila Rouass on House of Games and getting mad again thinking about the Henrik sl and how they retconned everything

Hold on a second, Laila Rouass is on House of Games?! I haven't seen it in ages, but I want to watch this week's episodes now, lol.

But yeah, I really don't blame you. Even the slightest thing gets me thinking about the fucking Reyhan storyline again (I was thinking about it just the other day, after the anniversary of that episode where Henrik hired Rafi so Sahira would be forced to stay at Holby). I hate it so much. What a load of sensationalist nonsense, and it's utterly laughable that they pretended it was about "raising awareness" - it was so clearly solely done to villainise poor Sahira and treat Henrik as the real victim of "the evil Shah family". Like... he literally sexually harassed and emotionally abused her! One would have to be outright biased against Sahira and desperate to claim Henrik can do no wrong to say that's not a true statement, because by just about any definition of those terms, what Henrik did falls under it.

Once upon a time, during the original Sahira storyline, the show acknowledged that. It was only in his second stint (yet another reason he either should never have come back, or left after the Gaskell storyline), when they went for the “moral compass Henrik” narrative, that the trauma Sahira went through became too inconvenient for them to acknowledge and so they shoved it in the bin in favour of “super privileged bully Sahira and poor little victim Henrik” (which made absolutely no sense).

I got reminded, recently, of this dialogue from Sahira in S14E26 "Equilibrium" (emphasis mine):

Sahira: "Apparently I'm not focused enough. Apparently, there's no place for 'domestic entanglements' in theatre. 'Singular opportunity', 'singular capability' - I mean, how many times do I have to hear that same old song? What do I have to do to get him off my back? Out of my head?"

How do people watch this stuff and still victim-blame her, or think how Henrik treated her wasn't abusive, or think it was at all okay for the show to rewrite her entire backstory just to make the viewers pity her abuser instead of sympathising with her?!

Gah, sorry. I've had this entire rant building up in my mind for a while but was too scared to post it (because of the fear of getting shouted at or told I hate Henrik - my literal favourite character! - just for pointing out that he's an awful person who should not be romanticised) and this ask just unleashed the ranting. I do apologise.

It's a shame the show didn't bring Sahira back properly. The very, very least she deserved after everything Henrik put her through was an apology from him. I always wanted to see Henrik actually apologise to Sahira and own up to his actions and now he never will... sigh. :/ And the fact that so many people haven't seen old Holby and will now forever think the Reyhan storyline is canon, and that Sahira Shah was Henrik's childhood friend whose dad abused him, is so upsetting to think about. It isn't, and she wasn't! She was his mentee he met in 1995, whom he bullied and harassed. Any trauma as a result of their friendship was caused by him to her, not the other way around. But now people just think she's some terrible abuse-apologist bully when the original Sahira was literally nothing like that (okay, she did refuse to believe an abuse case once, but that was only because she didn't want to believe something so terrible could happen, and she did come to see the truth eventually). She may have been far from perfect, but she and her family did not in any way bully Henrik, or abuse him, or ruin his life. That was all him.

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What Lovely Songs Suman Kalyanpur Sang!

IMAGE: Suman Kalyanpur and Mohammed Rafi. Photograph: Kind courtesy Film History Pics/Twitter Suman Kalyanpur, who was awarded a Padma Bhushan in the Republic Day Honours List three days before her 86th birthday on January 28, had the good fortune of sounding similar to Lata Mangeshkar, but the blessing turned out to be a bane, as she was sometimes branded a poor man’s Lata Mangeshkar. A similar…

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Hair Loss Causes

You have probably noticed that your hair sheds and that might seem concerning. Losing a few strands every day is not a cause for concern because it’s normal to shed between 50-100 hair strands a day. But losing more hair than normal could be a sign of hair loss. Unlike hair shedding, hair loss is alarming and needs medical attention. 

Here is a comprehensive guide on hair loss vs hair shedding to help you differentiate between the two:

What is hair shedding?

Hair shedding is a normal part of the hair cycle. Each person has around 100,000 hair follicles on our head. Based on the growth cycle of the hair follicles, an average person can lose approximately 100 hair strands every day. This is a healthy loss and doesn’t point towards any alarming issues. Sometimes, factors like stress can cause excessive hair shedding. In this case, you can shed more than 100 strands per day.

What causes excessive hair shedding? There are three factors that contribute to the process of hair shedding:

Stress: stress is one of the major factors     responsible for excessive hair shedding. Excess stress increases the     amount of androgen in your body. This can turn your hair grey and make     strands fall out. 

Age: if you are nearing menopause, you     might experience excessive hair shedding. This is because of the hormonal     changes in the body. As you age, your hair becomes thinner and hence more     susceptible to shedding.

Hormonal     Imbalance: hormonal     imbalance disrupts your hair growth cycle and causes excessive hair     shedding. An increase in androgen in your body makes your hair cycle     shorter and hence more shedding occurs. 

What is hair loss?

Unlike hair shedding, which is a normal function of the body, hair loss occurs mainly because of external factors. Hair loss occurs when something prevents your hair from growing. The medical term for this is anagen effluvium. Anagen effluvium is the abrupt loss of hairs that are in their growing phase (anagen) due to an event that impairs the mitotic or metabolic activity of the hair follicle. While hair loss is reversible, hair regrowth can take around 1-3 months. In extreme cases, it can even lead to permanent alopecia. 

What causes hair loss?

Many external factors can lead to hair loss:

Nutritional     imbalance: oftentimes,     a poor diet is responsible for nutritional imbalance. Deficiency of     essential nutrients like vitamins B3, vitamin D, iron, proteins and fats     can lead to severe hair loss. Maintain a healthy diet by eating fresh     fruit and vegetables every day. You should also add nuts and seeds to your     diet to boost hair growth. Avoid over processed and unhealthy food.

Heredity: some people can experience     hereditary hair loss. If you can’t find any visible reason for your hair     loss, your genetic composition might be responsible.

 Reaction     to certain drugs or treatments: some drugs can disrupt your hair     growth cycle and prevent hair from growing. Treatments like chemotherapy can     also cause hair loss. 

Over     styling with heat: excessive     exposure to heat can dehydrate your hair. The heat can also alter the     internal protein structure of hair and cause breakage. To prevent this,     minimize heat styling and use heat protectant products. 

Hair loss vs hair shedding, how to tell the difference?

If you are shedding more than the average 100 strands or if you notice hair thinning, you might be experiencing hair loss. If you want your hair growth started it back then try dr rafi hair regrowth formula

It’s often hard to differentiate hair loss vs hair shedding, but if you spot more hair strands on your pillow or comb, consult your dermatologist. Remember, a certified dermatologist is the best option to differentiate hair loss vs hair shedding.