#[ 001. rafael ]

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Tonopah Valley Firehouse WITH: @rafmorata

Idling to a stop outside the firehouse, Cole cut the engine and climbed down from his Harley, quickly stashing his helmet on one of the mirrors. He had a few hours in between now and his next appointment at the shop, giving him ample time to stop by and check in with Taliah– something he’d always made a point to do since they’d gotten together but had been slipping in as of late. In recent weeks, he hadn’t been himself, turning more inwards than usual and staying seemingly stuck there, and Cole recognized that– more importantly, he recognized the need to try and snap out of it. Starting towards the door, he came across Rafaele first and nodded in greeting. Cole couldn’t claim to know the man very well, if at all, but he certainly knew the Morata name. For years, it had been synonymous with Los Santos, largely due in part to the man’s relatives and their tightly woven webs within the organization. But as of late, Los Santos had become a rather moot point in Tonopah Valley, but even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t have stopped Cole from being cordial with a man who worked so closely with Taliah. Much like the MC was to him, her team was like family to her, and so Cole wanted bridge whatever gap might exist between him and Rafaele on account of his ties to LS. “Hey, man,” he started, slowing to a stop in front of him, “Taliah around?”

[lukas-dimopoulos]

WHERE: Outside Luke's Home WITH: @rafmorata

“Damnit, Martha,” he sighed, rubbing a hand against his temple, “I don’t need medical attention, alright? It’s just a scratch.” Dabbing his fingertips at the area over his brow, he frowned a bit at the blood return, “A bloody one, but a scratch.” Despite living in his fixer upper for only a matter of weeks, Lukas was already becoming well acquainted with his neighbors, and mostly against his will– especially when it came to Martha, the elderly woman across the street. She'd been on her way over with a plate of food when a wooden panel above the porch had fallen from above, striking Luke on the head. He insisted he was fine once he scrambled to his feet, but Martha had insisted he'd lost consciousness– Luke didn't remember that part, which only added fuel to her argument for calling EMS. Cringing as the ambulance slowed to a stop on their street, he eyed the older woman once the paramedic approached. “It’s fine, really,” Luke started, descending down the porch steps. “Damn plank came loose and fell down, hit me,” he explained, gesturing to the gash over his left eye, “but I'm good.” Pausing, he squinted down at the medic's name tag. “Morata…” he read aloud, a sense of familiarity quickly rushing over him. “Holy shit– you’re Rafa, aren’t you?” What little he knew had been said in passing; he'd always known the man's cousins far better. “Got pretty tight with your cousins over the last few years,” Lukas explained, his subtle way of letting the medic know he’d been in prison with them, and wouldn’t be taking further questions regarding that at this time.

[werewolf-xiomara]

LOCATION: The Den WHO: @raffyperez

“Do you have your headphones and everything,” she asked as they got off the bus together.  Mateo lifted up everything to show his mother that he had everything to preoccupy his time while she was busy with the pack meeting.  Taking the kid’s hand, she took in a deep breath trying to gain her usual confidence.  First time was always nerve wracking, Xiomara was not exactly sure what to expect going to the pack meeting.  Ryden managed to give her some assurances as to what to expect, but it still made her feel as if ants were crawling under his skin as she approached the bar with her son beside her.  “Mateo,” she looked down at the young boy with a soft smile.  “There are going to be a lot of people here tonight, I am going to need you to sit down and stay quiet. Would you please do that for me?”  She asked, which of course he nodded and gave his mom’s hand a light squeeze. 

The place was already filled, but they managed to find a seat near the back.  “Put your headphones on please,” she requested as she started to listen to everyone speak.  Ryden was right, a lot of people would talk at once and often try to talk over someone.  Despite all the energy in the room she noticed how everyone treated each other like family and the pack addressing helping members that could not be there tonight for medical issues.  Discussed what they needed to do to be better and help everyone  involved.  Truly, it was nothing she has ever witnessed before in her life.  She heard Greywood was different in whisperings, how the town took care of its own.  But she had her doubts, but lately they started to vanish with each person she met.

It was nearing the end of the rowdy meeting and although she did not introduce herself this time around, because she was still trying to find her bearings she had a good feeling.  Yet, that feeling quickly soured when people started to leave in a hurry and she saw a dark haired man comforting a young wolf.  A singe of pain shot through her and it felt as if she forgot to breathe as she gasped for air.  “Mom, mom are you okay?”  Instinctively, she put her hand up towards Mateo trying to indicate that she was fine not wanting to alarm her son.  Never in a million years did she think she would see his face again, all she had ever seen was photos of him. The photos may be over twenty years old, but Rafael looked nearly the same, just with some lines in his face from wear and tear and a touch of silver through dark locks.  Apparently he could be fatherly to others, just not his own daughter…

“We should go,” she managed to get out as her heart continued to pound thunderously against her chest as she forced down her emotions so she wouldn't break down in front of her child.

[delilahcarreno-blog]

"Stop laughing. It's been awhile." Choked words through a cloud of smoke, dashed through by her free hand. Not awhile since Delilah had gotten high--no, that was only a few weeks ago, Rafa's weekend with their son and a cancelled catering meeting leaving the redhead's weekend surprisingly free of any serious obligations. But that certain indulgent and the rare, but not unheard of few before it were usually reserved for the special gummies hidden in the drawer of her nightstand, and not the stolen joint pinched between her fingers. Her nose scrunched in distaste, though another, smoother hit is taken before it's passed to her right. "That is awful." And an immediate reminder of their college days, which she supposed was fitting, considering just where (who) they'd gotten it from. "Is it bad that I don't know whether I'm relieved or disappointed that she's buying pre-rolls?" It felt as if Delilah's own upbringing had seen that she'd known how to roll a joint since before she could walk. While this had clearly been a priority of her parents, she was (mostly) glad that this lesson had seemed to evade their daughter. "I can't even tell if this is worse than finding out our son is slinging slime to third graders for profit."

@rafacarreno

[spellbcok]

@devilsmenu continued from here.

"as you wish," nora said with a sardonic smile as she immediately began to clean their wound with an alcohol soaked gauze pad without so much as a countdown. "how's that?"

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & @bryanxlawrence

WHERE: Singles Night, Vibrations

WHEN: February 11, 2023

"Is this what passes as music these days?" Rafael asked, raising his voice a little bit so that the person next to him could hear, recognizing the younger man as Spencer's brother... and also someone he tipped generously whenever he picked up food. "They don't, by chance, play Sinatra at these events?"

[budddywells]

for: @rafacarreno

where: somewhere in the 'burbs, around 3am

He doesn't know how he got here.

Not physically, he knew exactly how he found himself sat on a curb in a street that felt like a suburban liminal space, pulling a drag from the only cigarette that had survived in the box in his back pocket when he connected with the edge of a marble kitchen island due to a deliberate shove from one angry looking stock broker.

( That was an easy enough thread to follow: stripping at a bachelorette party was fine, going home with the bride who's husband wasn't away on business as expected was where it got messy. )

What he had a hard time discerning was how he got here in a bigger sense. Existentially, it was difficult to discern an exact moment in time that he could point to and say that's where life had went from trucking along to hard then to straight out of his control.

The last two years had put him through the ringer, and it seemed that was now what he did to everyone else around him, intentional or not.

In the scuffle with the now unhappy groom, his phone had fallen victim to the deliberate way it had been thrown to the ground and smashed for good measure, leaving him to try and figure out how the hell he was supposed to get home without the ease of an app.

The kindness of the drunken Samaritan that had spilled out of a taxi with her husband in tow (returning from what he assumed was some sort of PTA gone wild evening out) had started and stopped at letting him use her phone as long as he didn't loiter on her perfectly maintained lawn.

There was only one number he knew off by heart, and that was down to the owner being the kind of consistent he's not sure existed in folks these days. His number never changed, it was the same one that Buddy used to prank call with his friends as a teen on an odd Friday night when he thought that shit was funny just to see if he could get a rise out of him.

It was the same set of digits he had scribbled on the back of a bar mat and offered as a resource when he found himself in conversation with a kid that was too young to be in the same bar as him, and the only number that came to mind when he had been told by HR to provide an emergency contact for his file when he had been working at the bank.

Despite all the ways Buddy had tried to prove his reliability as something alternate, something more sinister -- a facade, an illusion, a kind of long-con before he showed some true colours that were more in line with everyone else in his life that let him down -- Rafael always showed up.

So, he stretched his legs out in front of him, finished off his cigarette and ignored how the ache just under his eye from where a fist had connected with it got more gnawing as the warmth of the whiskey he had been drinking tempered off as he inched closer to sobriety and he waited.

[valentinadiaz]

"Even if we turn it into King of Pickles?," she suggested, knowing he wouldn't agree with that one either. But the game was too good to be left right away. Especially now that he had tasted the pickle and realized it was just... a pickle. "No, that's just the perfect size for a random pickle lover," she explained as she grabbed the stick back. "Sometimes they're just pickles but the simplest things are the best. That's the real lesson."

"King is too simple," he replied with a tongue in cheek smile. He didn't quite want to be the Benefactor, but some other big, important title -- or the one that she had just given him, that would work, too. Either way, he was happy to have some respect. "I thought that it would have some sort of special flavor!" he protested with a laugh, holding the stick back out to her. "You know what, this has been a learning experience for me. That sometimes pickles are just pickles."

[reidishh]

BUY ME PRESENTS!

These works are NSFW - any persons that are considered minors (under the age of 18) found to be reading/interacting with these works will be promptly blocked from this blog.

Now presenting a REIDISHH Kinkmas special: BUY ME PRESENTS! For fifteen days in the month of December, starting December 1st and ending December 31st, I'll be posting kinky fics and drabbles starring our favorite slutty little crime fighters.

Note: There are no specific dates that these will be posted. These will be posted sometime between 12/1 and 12/31.

"Fuck the jet, send the sleigh! It's a packed holiday and I've got options, babe!" - Sabrina Carpenter, Buy Me Presents

001 :: LOSS OF VIRGINITY with AARON HOTCHNER

002 :: COCKWARMING with RAFAEL BARBA

003 :: MUTUAL MASTURBATION with SONNY CARISI

004 :: KNIFE PLAY with EMILY PRENTISS

005 :: SEX TAPE with SPENCER REID

006 :: SOMNOPHILIA with AARON HOTCHNER

007 :: CNC with SPENCER REID

008 :: EDGING with EMILY PRENTISS

009 :: ORGASM DENIAL with SPENCER REID

010 :: THREESOME with SPENCER REID + SONNY CARISI

011 :: ROLEPLAY with RAFAEL BARBA

012 :: BREEDING with SONNY CARISI

013 :: BONDAGE with RAFAEL BARBA

014 :: VOYEURISM with AARON HOTCHNER

015 :: EXHIBITIONISM with SONNY CARISI

© reidishh 2024, all rights reserved.

[persistancc]

closed starter  |  @theblossoming for ariadna

location  |  the windsor ballroom

It was a true blessing that the expectations for such a ball began and ended with Rafa's wife. He could only imagine the pain if he were still single (he did not have to imagine, in fact; he could simply look back on his earliest days as Crown Prince and shudder) and was forced to open the ball with a woman he barely knew. With Ari at his side, moving in sync with him and taking his hand by instinct, he found he was even able to relax enough to smile at her; a small private smile, but a genuine one nonetheless as he led her over to the space cleared for dancing. Couples crowded the walls, giving space to the royals as they took their places for the first dance of the season. With her small hand in his, he bowed low, pressing a kiss to the silk glove that covered her skin, then glanced up and quirked an eyebrow.

"I do not think I actually asked you," he said quietly, as the music struck up and the couples began to dance. He took his wife gently by the waist, a familiar posture for them that took little thought as he led her through the first steps. "Incredibly rude of me, I know. Imagine if you had refused to take my hand."

[comicwaren]

“Another day making the world safe.” – Nick Fury

Cover art for Ultimate Universe: One Year In #001

Art by Rafael Albuquerque

[tefibetancourt]

tefi, through the haze of her self-pity, was starting to wonder if maybe this man would be a potential source of sympathy. older men—that was, men older than the one in front of her, or at least she assumed so—had some innate sense of protection for tefi, particularly when she was in her early twenties. they saw a sad, crying girl somewhere and wanted nothing more than to make her happy; she was so much prettier when she smiled, after all. they forwent their wives, their children, their jobs sometimes in order to spend time with her—an unofficial sugar baby that didn’t get any money and came with way too much drama for them to stick around more than a few weeks. not until ralph. he had been clear with his desire for a trophy wife that’d play the part and not bother him too much, which tefi had been more than willing to fulfill for him until foster had wrecked that plan by not divorcing her ten years ago. maybe this pity-party joiner wanted to be her next source of sympathy, of validation, but then… he suggested she needed professional help! what the fuck! 

this birthday hero of hers, like icarus, flew close to the sun (her ego) and his wings melted (she no longer liked him). 

if she hadn’t been so annoyed by the insinuation that something was wrong with her, she might’ve found his insistence on getting earplugs cute, and would be touched by his offer to buy her something to eat. particularly that last part, because the quickest way to tefi’s heart was to buy it, but it was too late, he had offended her. tefi sat up suddenly, using one hand to clutch at her cupcake and the other to dust the bottom of her skirt off. “actually, that’s nice and all, but i’m gonna have to pass. i’ll go sing karaoke by myself. thanks.” tefi turned with a huff and marched down the street, leaving the stranger by himself.

It wasn't the first time he'd heard such an expression. Unfortunately, it likely revealed far more about the young woman sitting next to him than she knew or wanted. There was a reason that only a handful of brave souls wanted to be friends with psychiatrists: they were always on, always analyzing. There were certainly exceptions to it but he didn't have many. Leon had been his best friend since the very beginning and was so achingly familiar that analysis would ruin part of the friendship. He was so separate from everyone else. Just purposefully on that outside. So not exactly what the birthday girl was going through, but enough to prompt his reminiscing. But what didn't? "Have you er, considered talking to someone for that? A professional perhaps?" A good few therapy sessions would surely do her some good.

"I'm afraid karaoke is the opposite of what I enjoy. But I'll go with you for a little bit." He found those establishments to be incredibly overstimulating. But surely it wouldn't be bad in the middle of the day. "Maybe we can pick up a pair of ear plugs for my delicate hearing." Rafael chuckled. "Otherwise I can buy you a proper meal. I hope that you haven't only eaten a cupcake today."

[cimentandoideas]

El Museo Guggenheim de Bilbao y el Palacio Kursaal de San Sebastián

Jeyshamarie Estrada Montalvo

ARQU 3121-001 Prof. J. Isado

16 de diciembre de 2024

El Museo Guggenheim de Bilbao y el Centro de Congresos y Auditorio Kursaal de San Sebastián son ejemplos paradigmáticos de la contemporaneidad arquitectónica vasca, el primero con una forma e intención que lo confirió reconocimiento internacional y el segundo con un geometría ordenada y contextual que, sin embargo, le permite llamar a la ciudad a una relación inevitable. Así, el primero presenta un diseño que transforma el paisaje de la ciudad de Bilbao, a la que logra redefinir; el segundo, por el contrario, se integra en el paisaje de la ciudad de San Sebastián, eludiendo o no transformando su entorno. Estas manifestaciones están constituidas por aquellas dos maneras diferentes, aunque válidas, de abordar la relación entre arquitectura y ciudad.

El Museo Guggenheim de Bilbao se destaca en su tendencia escultórica y en su poder de transformar el contexto urbano. Diseñado por Frank Gehry e inaugurado en 1997, el Guggenheim exhibe un diseño en el que las formas curvas y los materiales innovadores como el titanio crean estructuras que parecen fluir como el río Nervión que lo bordea. El diseño no solo puede ser considerado en sí mismo como una obra de arte, sino que también sirve como motor de regeneración urbana, facilitando el turismo y modificando el estereotipo de Bilbao y de su evolución hacia una ciudad global; una circunstancia que se ha llegado a denominar como efecto Guggenheim y que fundamenta el aprendizaje de la arquitectura en cuanto a que puede ser entendida como una forma de arte y como una construcción simbólicamente significativa en su ámbito cultural y económico.

En el polo opuesto, el Palacio Kursaal de San Sebastián, ideado por Rafael Moneo e inaugurado el 1999, sigue un camino más contextual y austero. Integrado por dos cuerpos cúbicos de vidrio translúcido, el Kursaal se asemeja a las rocas del litoral que lo golpean junto a la playa de Zurriola. Conectar con el paisaje natural y urbano que envuelve al edificio era la intención de Moneo, a quien le interesaba que el edificio pudiese comunicarse sin imponer su presencia.. Por otra parte, el uso de formas y materiales sencillos confirma su carácter funcional de centro cultural y de congresos, pero a la vez ; porque aquí queda latente que la arquitectura puede igualmente ser poderosa dándole más importancia a la armonía con el lugar que a serlo visualmente.

El Palacio Kursaal de San Sebastián y el Museo Guggenheim Bilbao constituyen dos maneras de concebir la arquitectura que se corresponden con otros contextos y objetivos. Mientras que el Guggenheim se3299 sienta en la monumentalidad y la transformación urbana, el Kursaal es más un espacio para el encuentro y el respeto por su contexto. Ambos tipos de proyecto, incluso opuestos entre sí, ponen en evidencia el recurso que se refleja en la capacidad de la arquitectura del presente en un proceso que muestra la manera en la cual la arquitectura puede afectar la identidad de la ciudad, ya sea como ícono internacional o como la aquiescencia y la aceptación del paisaje más inmediato. Así, tanto Moneo como Gehry dan valiosas lecciones sobre la manera de tratar la complejidad en el tratamiento de los diferentes elementos de la arquitectura, las relaciones entre diseño, ciudad y cultura.

Foster, H., & Gehry, F. (2001). Frank Gehry: The complete works. Phaidon Press.

Moneo, R. (2004). Apuntes sobre 21 obras. Gustavo Gili.

Stoller, E. (2000). Frank O. Gehry: Guggenheim Museum Bilbao. Princeton Architectural Press.

[replicaqueenwatch]

Đồng hồ Richard Mille của nước nào?

Bài viết \"Đồng hồ Richard Mille của nước nào? Đánh giá chất lượng\" trên Queen Watch - Đồng Hồ Replica sẽ đưa bạn vào thế giới xa hoa của thương hiệu Richard Mille, một cái tên đình đám trong làng chế tác đồng hồ cao cấp. Được thành lập vào năm 2001 bởi nhà sáng lập người Pháp Richard Mille, thương hiệu này nhanh chóng trở thành biểu tượng của sự sang trọng và đẳng cấp, được các doanh nhân thành đạt và người nổi tiếng trên toàn thế giới ưa chuộng. Bài viết sẽ giải đáp thắc mắc về nguồn gốc xuất xứ của những chiếc đồng hồ này: Richard Mille, dù được sáng lập bởi người Pháp, nhưng lại đặt nền móng phát triển tại Thụy Sĩ – cái nôi của ngành chế tác đồng hồ danh tiếng. Bạn sẽ được khám phá quá trình phát triển ấn tượng của Richard Mille, từ mẫu đồng hồ đầu tiên Richard Mille RM 001 năm 2001 đến siêu phẩm RM UP-01 Ferrari năm 2023, một kiệt tác kỹ thuật được bán với giá lên tới 2 triệu USD và được mệnh danh là đồng hồ cơ mỏng nhất thế giới hiện nay. Những cột mốc quan trọng như sự hợp tác với Perini Navi năm 2006 cho ra mắt RM 014 – Perini Navi Cup, hay việc giới thiệu mẫu đồng hồ đầu tiên dành cho nữ RM 019 năm 2009, RM 27-01 siêu nhẹ năm 2013, và RM 57-03 Tourbillon Sapphire Dragon năm 2019 đều được đề cập chi tiết. Bài viết không chỉ dừng lại ở lịch sử hình thành, mà còn đi sâu vào đánh giá chất lượng của những chiếc đồng hồ Richard Mille. Bạn sẽ hiểu rõ hơn về thiết kế phá cách, khác biệt và đẳng cấp của chúng, được tạo nên từ những chất liệu cao cấp, siêu bền và đắt đỏ như NTPT Carbon, TPT Quartz, Vàng TPT Quartz và Vàng TNPT Carbon. Công nghệ chế tác vượt trội, với bộ máy chuyển động độc quyền được gia công tại Les Breuleux, Thụy Sĩ, cùng với sự tỉ mỉ đến từng chi tiết, sẽ được làm rõ. Bài viết cũng phân tích nguyên nhân khiến đồng hồ Richard Mille có giá bán cao ngất ngưởng, dao động từ 1,8 tỷ đồng đến 25 tỷ đồng, thậm chí có những mẫu lên đến hàng trăm tỷ đồng, nhấn mạnh vào sự khan hiếm, chất liệu độc quyền và sự ưa chuộng của các ngôi sao nổi tiếng như Rafael Nadal. Cuối cùng, Queen Watch – Đồng Hồ Replica sẽ giới thiệu giải pháp thay thế hợp lý cho những ai muốn sở hữu vẻ đẹp của Richard Mille mà không cần chi trả mức giá quá cao. https://queenwatch.com.vn/dong-ho-richard-mille-cua-nuoc-nao

[empathicahq]

Para saber o que aconteceu até agora:

Timeline resumida:

< 2000 — Submundanos eram caçados pelos nephilim por serem considerados seres das sombras associados aos demônios. 2000 — Fundação de Empathica pelo Arcanjo Mikhael, submundanos não podem mais ser caçados pelos nephilim. 2020 — Vários ataques acometeram a cidade e ela foi fechada com nenhum morador podendo entrar ou sair. 2023 — Os ataques cessarem e as ameaças ao mundo humano, aparentemente, também. A cidade foi reaberta. 2024 — Mikhael desapareceu e Anjos ficaram tomando conta da cidade até Rafael ser nomeado o novo guardião.

Eventos:

Evento 001: the Archangel's speech

EPTWEEN: jack-o'-lantern

Plotdrops:

Plotdrop: re(connection)

Tasks:

task

Narrações:

Referente ao evento the Archangel’s speech

Criatura misteriosa surge na Exchange LA

EPTWEEN — Histórias de terror com Victor, o Servo

Mão-Que-Arranha-Costas ataca moradores

Mesmo personagens novos podem considerar a participação em eventos anteriores, exemplo: mesmo que seu personagem tenha sido aceito depois, ele pode ter participado do discurso e ganhado um presente de Rafael, ele só não receberá os pontos do evento! Manteremos a timeline atualizada.

[keolalagaaia]

"I'm actually so down for that, you don't even know," Keo confirms, unable to think of little he would find more amusing than getting to talk nonsense with him and then getting to hear it back at a later -- and possibly more sober -- date.

"Oh so, just your mom was a fan? You saying Canada's pride and joy hasn't gotten you on board as one yet? I can rec you like, five songs of hers that are dope as hell and will change your mind."

@rafaelchambers

——- As much as rafael believed — that didn't fully mean truth as much as he hoped, but recording would show that for sure. he did feel rather confident in his ideas such as keo did. ❝  that fucking sucks ! i might have a good setup to record myself — just never did yet. i could record you too if you ever want to try this with me sometime. ❞ he offered before chuckling some at the song mentioned. ❝  my mom was the biggest celine dion fan — her words not mine. so i definitely heard it countless times. ❞