#but im not ready to commit yet

[br3adtoasty]

🕊️ [ Juno Tauber - Glimmering Soirée ] 🕊️ [SSR]

“Just for tonight, I’ll act like a prince and try not to cause trouble… Much.”

Groooovy!!

My entry for @starry-night-rose ‘s fan event! Click read more for some designing shenanigans!

I actually drew the card first before I drew the refs but I think it came out great! Bro just casually uses his hair-wings as a coat 🤯

It’s only a headshot of him here but you might be able to see more of the outfit in the upcoming groovy…

[pickersonpaints]

10.2.24

[bannock-freak]

"shipping saiki is aphobic because he's aroace!"

stares at you with my demiromantic asexual in a committed relationship eyes then looks at the camera like im in the office

[shootingstarrfish]

when i saw your post about marriage i deadass thought you were ready to get down on one knee for us 😔😔😔

us?! 🫣 oh my

but i can't believe you're making me do all the work here anon, why do i have to get down???

[autism0fadown]

BYE IM RON POSTER CAME IN THE MAILL!!

[purpurussy]

thinking about turning off reblogs on the sister daniel video essay post bc im genuinely scared of getting hate for it after the recent crashout 😔

[lillazyboithings]

Turning this into a rendered artwork soon? Idk

Just have this shittily sketched monochromatic Richie while I go into a corner and think about life

[alphalesbian]

Really strange to reach a point in my life where my time is worth a good amount of money but having no real on-paper ways to show my talents

[bifairywife]

(ready to read at Ao3)  bounded

JaySteph Halloween!! @jaystephevents ​

Pairing/s: Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd

first two chapters are up!!

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Summary:

Stephanie is not a witch, she made sure of it. What she is, is something only one man in town knows, and it seemed he did not plan to stay long.

Prompt used: monsterhunter!jason, notawitch!stephanie, alternate universe - supernatural elements

[isopode]

i keep chickening out of filling legal name & sex change documents idk whats wrong w me :(

[firefighter-diazbuckley]

am i actually gonna commit to a college finally??

[itstimeforstarwars]

I am 78% sure I would love whatever the fuck murderbot is it's just that the stars are not in the right position and also I am concerned that I will like it enough to drop my current interests and I'm not ready to do that yet.

[thedevotionaltour]

is there truly no green lantern sleepers pdf out there for the first book... terrible

[figachilles]

what am i supposed to watch after in the flesh. like where do i go from here.

[rcclouder]

im never going to be picking up baldurs gate 3 sorry mutuals.....

[starkeymeow]

fetish for my love.

plot ── at a party, you dance like you don’t care and rafe watches like he always does, until some drunk idiot makes a move, and rafe reminds everyone, especially you, that complicated or not, you’re his.

authors note ── i love relationships that r literally the most toxic yet healthiest 😞 yes this is bc im on season 3 of shameless. i love ian n mickey. ALSO i need to start those hunger games series asap for rafe too pls im having sm ideas

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IT’S ALWAYS BEEN COMPLICATED WITH RAFE. never clean, never soft, never easy. you tell yourself you’re ready for him, whatever that even means. ready for the way he kisses you like he owns you, talks to you like he hates how much he needs you. ready for the bruises on your neck that he never apologizes for, only stares at the next morning with a smirk that says he’s proud.

you’re not stupid. you know you and rafe aren’t just hooking up. he doesn’t let you breathe near another guy. he drags you onto his lap at parties like you’re some kind of trophy, like he’s staking claim. he doesn’t share, never has.

but he also doesn’t commit. not really. not out loud.

he’s frustrating. impossibly stubborn. confusing to the point of insanity. but god, he’s hot.

and that’s why you’re here, pressed under the weight of his arm at some random party on figure 8. you’re not even sure who it belongs to. you don’t care. sarah’s here, so are topper and kelce. they’ve got drinks in their hands and sun on their cheeks, laughing about something you stopped listening to ten minutes ago.

you feel rafe’s touch through your shirt, the possessiveness of his arm draped around your shoulders, fingers tracing a pattern against your collarbone like muscle memory. like he’s done this a thousand times before.

and you barely notice her at first, a touron. she’s pretty in a try-hard way. long legs, glossy lips, that annoying baby voice that makes your skin crawl. she floats into your circle like she belongs, all sugar-sweet smiles and fake tan confidence.

she says something to rafe you can’t hear over the music. gets on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. you watch him lean down, lips twitching. he smiles.

it’s not the smile he gives you.

sarah shifts beside you. you can feel her glance, like she’s waiting to see how you’ll react. like she knows this is about to get ugly. and then rafe says, “yeah.”

just one fucking word, casual and cold, and then he’s gone.

his arm slips off your shoulder like you were never there to begin with, and he follows that girl through the crowd, disappearing without even looking back.

your stomach turns. heat flashes behind your eyes. you blink, trying not to show it, not to feel it.

you stare at the empty space beside you and shake your head, forcing a laugh that’s more bitter than amused. “asshole,” you mutter, just loud enough for sarah to hear.

she doesn’t say anything. she doesn’t have to. you’re already reaching for another drink because if rafe’s gonna play this game again, fine. you know how to play dirty too.

eventually it’s later into the day, the party’s still going. music’s still thumping through the backyard, louder than necessary, but no one’s complaining. not when the drinks keep flowing and the energy stays wild.

you’re on a table with sarah, both of you swaying to the beat like you don’t give a single shit who’s watching. because you don’t. maybe you’ve had a little too much. maybe your vision’s a little fuzzy at the edges, but you feel good.

you throw your head back and laugh when sarah spins in a lazy circle, her drink sloshing dangerously close to spilling. your hips move with the rhythm, arms lifted in the air, and the crowd keeps moving around you like waves crashing, shifting, never stopping.

some guys cheer. others whistle. a group near the pool is definitely yelling something stupid, but it’s all background noise.

you’re paying attention to sarah, and only sarah. you don’t notice him watching, but rafe sees everything.

he’s leaning back on something. maybe a wall, maybe a post, who the fuck knows, but his eyes are locked on you like you’re the only thing in the frame.

it’s always like this with you. he can never look away for long. can never relax when there’s any guy near you, not when he knows exactly what they’re thinking. because he thinks it too.

you’re beautiful. obnoxiously beautiful. and the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you don’t even notice how every man in a 20-foot radius is staring like they’ve never seen a woman before? it drives him insane.

so when he catches the guy near your table—some sloppy, wasted kook fumbling with his wallet—rafe already knows what’s about to happen. he straightens up, jaw tight.

the guy’s barely standing, laugh slurred, waving a folded dollar like it’s hilarious. like he’s about to make the joke of the year. and then, he reaches forward, aims that bill right for the waistband of your skirt. and rafe is there.

his hand snaps out, grabbing the guy’s wrist with a force that makes the idiot yelp, “fuck, dude—”

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” rafe snaps.

the guy’s face crumples in confusion. “chill, bro. i was just . . . what’s wrong with you—?”

rafe snatches the bill from his hand like it offends him, shoves the guy back with his free arm, chest puffed and rage practically humming under his skin. “you got a death wish or you just fuckin’ stupid?”

the guy stumbles, trying to laugh it off, but his smile cracks when rafe steps forward again. no one steps in. no one ever does when rafe’s like this.

he doesn’t even need to throw a punch. just that look, cold, pissed, ready to ruin someone, sends the guy scrambling backwards, mumbling something and disappearing into the crowd. and then it’s just him and you again.

you’re still dancing, not even realizing what just happened behind you. rafe lets his eyes drift down your legs, over the way your skirt clings to your hips, up the curve of your waist.

he steps forward and reaches up, brushing the side of your thigh. you glance down.

his hands find your waist, firm and familiar, lifting you down from the table like it’s nothing. like he needs you back on the ground where he can reach you.

“what are you—” you start, the words half a laugh, breathless and confused.

but rafe doesn’t answer. he holds up the crumpled hundred dollar bill. doesn’t say a word. just tucks it gently, deliberately, behind the strap of your bra, fingers brushing your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

your mouth opens in surprise, brows lifting like really?

but he’s already leaning in, taking your chin between his fingers. his lips crash into yours without warning, rough, fast, like he’s been holding it back all day and finally stopped pretending.

and then he pulls away just enough to wrap his arm around your shoulders, dragging you flush against his side.

you don’t know what just happened. you don’t know what any of this means. but you’re smiling. because rafe don’t play about his girl!! and tonight, every night, that’s exactly what you are.

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