#Chat: Rafael

[indyflanery]

“It’s hard to believe you don’t remember me at all.” - from Rafael

@halfoceanhalfsky

He stared up at the dark haired man in front of him from where he was sitting on the ground and frowned. Indy wasn't sure where he knew him from or who he was - or even what his name was - but he felt very familiar. However, the more he tried to remember, the more his head hurt.

"Sorry. Should I remember you? I don't think we've met before...have we?"

[indyflanery]

Indy let out a heavy sigh when Rafael eased away before he attempted to follow the other man - no. Angel. Rafael was an actual angel. And Indy knew him quite well or at least better than most.

A fond smile pulled at his lips as he met his guardian's eyes. "You're such an ass," he scolded even though he was smothering a laugh.

There he was, Rafael could feel it in the kiss and the responsiveness of Indy's touch. He smiled into the kiss, only pulling back to give him a chance to catch is breath.

"That feels like you, are you remembering now?"

[maiselyormaiforshort]

Putting this yap session here because I don't know where else to put it(warning:I have never watched Tfp before so I have no clue what I'm doing,might be cringe)

Coughx2 Tfp Secretly Frenemies au from MicDrops (Miko) Microzus perspective

It has been the cybertron equivalent of 2 and a half months when the rebel started,the decepticons have started to protest against the cybertronion goverment under the command of their leader, MicDrop Microzus.

MicDrop Microzus was finally happy that the protests were working and they were getting noticed,but she had a gut feeling,Heck what even is a gut?!,even if she didnt know she had this thought that made her frame shiver,her friend CrackerJack CrimSonJaeger was working alongside tge cybertronion goverment,not technically tho,all he did was simply propose ideas on how to keep things balanced,he banded together a big group of Cybertronions called the [REDACTED],he didnt know that his friend was the leader of the rebels hes supposed to fight against and she felt sick about the thought of them fighting eachother like politicians

In a last effort to let him acknowledge that she's the leader,she gave him a call

"MicDrop I'm kinda busy right now,the government is making me fight against these rebels even tho I clearly stated that I wanted to suggest my ideas-"

"uhm about that,well promise to not get mad"

"just hurry up please,I don't have a lot of time right now"

"I'm the leader of the rebels,look I know how crazy it sounds but I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"waitx3 how-"

"she joined a rebel after some higher up mocked her but after she said some charismatic stuff they started worshipping her as the leader of the decepticons"

"HackRate how do you know tha-"

"i found it deep in the archives,I can delete it for you if you want"

"so does that mean I have to fight you-"

"I have a suggestion that could work this out"

"go ahead Hac-"

"since we all hate the government so much we could play it off as an act,The rebels protests can make people notice,Crackerjacks suggestions can help keep things equal and I could hack into the archives to find resources for this"

"that.actually doesn't sound too bad!"

"yeah i guess we could keep on doing this until each cybertronion gets equal rights!"

"oh call you guys later I have to attend a meeting"

"but it's late at nigh-'

"I don't have a choice,bye"

"I need to recharge, good night MicDrop"

"… good night guys,love you"

She hanged up and went to recharge on her berth

Not knowing the consequences of how long they have to keep up this act

It's surprising how far you would go just to not ruin a friendship,even if it means sacrificing the innocent lives of others knowing their deaths would be useless,did you start it because you wanted everyone to be equal or was that just an excuse to not lose your only friends that you care about

Tell me MicDrop Microzus, do you feel guilty at all?

No, I don't,if I don't do this cybertron will never be balanced,I have to do this because no one else will,for equality my friends.

[charliechats]

911 lonestar fandom i need your help!

i live in new zealand so i cannot access s5 through hulu (additionally, disney+ doesn't upload s5 till like next year)

the website i was using to watch s5 has broken on me so PLS!! if you have a website i could use to watch s5 e3 and future episodes, pleaaaase let me know that would be very helpful 🥺🫶

[rafole]

Rafa and Novak flying commercial even the rich people are feeling the state of this economy

[savstone-rp]

"Just debating if the bridge or oven is the next best way out—" Sav said under her breath with a roll of her eyes as she took a brainfreeze-inducing gulp of the frap in front of her. "Why do you care so much about this place? Latte has better coffee anyways..."

open to all ; set at Caffélicious

Rafael sat back down with a sigh. The feud between the two cafes was growing steadily and there was a point where he worried whether it would reach a boiling point. It was like the Stephen King book, Needful Things. Soon enough, something would break. Of course he took it upon himself to intervene whenever he was around. He'd just diffused what was shaping up to be a tense conversation while his cappuccino cooled at the small table he had been sitting at before sensing something bad. "Sorry, you were saying something." He took a sip of his coffee then folded his hands in front of him. Rafael liked to give his full attention to whoever he was speaking to. It was just difficult when he felt like a war may break out and ruin his favorite places to get coffee.

[gay-flyboys]

I’ve seen that Rafael Barba comes back in later seasons of Law and Order SVU a couple of times. Do I. Do I need to start watching the show again.

[klarafromasgard]

🎄 - for our muses to decorate for winter / the holidays together

"Okay and we will wait for Daddy to come back home, so he can help you put the star and the angels on top," Klara smiled at Ella as she stepped slightly away to admire the decorations they had just put up in the living room. With the help of Rafael's credit card, and a little bit of magic used to drag a huge Christmas tree and numerous boxes inside, almost the entire apartment had been transformed into a holiday paradise - with Ella and Klara's favourite colour being in the lead. Ella nodded her head excitedly and pranced around, putting some of the decorations on the lower branches of the tree. Klara looked up from her phone when she heard the key turning in the lock and then her boyfriend's voice announcing he was back home. "Daddyyyyyyyy!" Ella exclaimed as she ran across the apartment and jumped straight into Raf's arms. "We put the tree up and it's so prettyyyyyyy!" she continued in her usual hyper mode. "Hi kærasti," Klara smiled and stood on her tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. "So, what do you think?" @cmdrhills

[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.

[werewolfroman]

LOCATION: BJ’s Burgers WHO: @raffyperez

It had been ages since Rafael and Roman had hung out, life just got busy for the two of them and with Roman taking a break from The Cage with no visible sight of returning he hardly had seen his friend.  Truth of the matter was that Roman needed to get out of his trailer, anytime he was in it he wanted to revert back to his old ways and he truly was trying to turn a corner for the sake of his family.  Luckily, it seemed Rafael had the time to make for him and what was better than getting a burger with a good friend?

“Hey man,” Roman greeted Rafael, giving the other male a heads up as he slid into his seat.  “What have you been up to?  I don’t think I have seen you in a few months,” he stated.  After all, Roman didn’t go watch the fights and he had been fired from Supernaturals so it was not as if he could run into the man if he was there visiting Violet.  “What’s been going on?”

[fionnchristie]

for: @raffyperez

location: wolf & webb’s

It seemed even after all of the shit that went down, the people of Opulence still wanted their daily coffee. Or at least that was the excuse given to Fionn when he had tried to gently request time off, although it had been quieter than he’d ever known it at Wolf & Webb’s and he was still wondering exactly why he’d even shown up. Only the most regular of regulars seemed to feel up for coming in, and even then they seemed to be in a daze and practically ordering on autopilot. Which was fine - it gave Fionn a chance to lean in to the strange, intensified abilities he’d been experiencing ever since the mist had settled, allowing him to produce drinks before they’d even been ordered, guess the words about to come from the customer’s mouth and preempt the situation. It wasn’t foolproof, he was quickly learning. People changed their minds. Situations had multiple outcomes. Even so, as Rafael entered the shop Fionn was already hopefully sliding a drink across the counter, evidently proud of himself. “Flat white, two sugars, right?”

[revuetraversees]

Catherine Andrieu, Des nouvelles de Léda?, Éditions Rafael de Surtis, 2024, 274 pages, 25€

Une chronique de Lieven Callant Catherine Andrieu, Des nouvelles de Léda?, Éditions Rafael de Surtis, 2024, 274 pages, 25€ En couverture: Léda peint le Cygne, huile sur toile, 280X200, Anora Borra, (squat du Carosse, 2010) Sous ce titre, sont réunis les poèmes de quelques recueils de Catherine Andrieu et préfacés par  Jean-Paul Gavard-Perret, « Parce que j’ai peint mes vitres en noir », Éric…

[xinganhao]

11:59 PM ⏰ joshua x reader.

there's only one thing that joshua wants for his birthday: to kiss you at the stroke of midnight, come the 31st. with a little help from his friends, this might just be the year that he finally succeeds.

ⓘ mentions of alcohol consumption. writing (word count: 1.7k) under the cut. happy shua day! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

TIME CHECK: 9:34 PM. 

Joshua Hong is in love with you. 

He’s been in love with you for eight birthdays (counting yours and his), four Christmases, and two shitty Valentine’s (one for each of you). 

Has he done anything about it? Not really. 

Will that stop him from trying? Absolutely not. 

The two of you had promised to make it to Minghao’s by 9:30 sharp, but the song on the radio had been just a little too good as he pulled the car into park. It’s in those four extra minutes that Joshua is reminded just why he’s been so infatuated with you all this time. 

The enthusiastic way you sing along to the AJ Rafael track. The giggles you let out when you trip over the lyrics only to barrel right on to the next verse like nothing happened. The upturn of your lips, the ghost of a smile— 

God, he is so in love with you. 

He plays the part. He pretends the steering wheel is a drum. He bobs his head up and down in time with your off-tune crooning. He belts when you ask him to, his riff of maybe you could save me from this crazy world we live in breaking off into a laugh when your voice cracks. 

The final verse is still playing when you finally give up, nudging Joshua’s shoulder. “Let’s go,” you prompt. “Before Seungcheol blows a gasket.” 

Of course Seungcheol would be the most upset if the two of you were late. Joshua chuckles at the mental image of his friend pouting the whole night. “Alright, alright,” he concedes. 

He’s out of his seat in the next second, jogging past the front of the car so he can open the passenger door for you. You have that exasperated look on your face— the same one you wear when you’re about to insist that he doesn’t have to do this— but it’s softened by fondness. 

“After you, m’lady,” Joshua says loftily, selling the whole act with a little curtsy. 

You’re laughing as you take his hand. “Don’t mind if I do.” 

Once you’ve stepped out of his car, you surprise him by not dropping his hand. “C’mon,” you urge, instead keeping your hands clasped as you tug him forward. 

He stumbles on his first step but follows easily, the biggest smile beginning to spread on his face. The song from the radio is playing on repeat in the back of his mind— a refrain that could be as good as a promise, if he squinted. 

We could happen, Joshua thinks dazedly as you drag him up to Minghao’s front door. We could happen. 

TIME CHECK: 10:42 PM. 

“Oi, loverboy.” 

The pet name snaps Joshua out of his reverie. His head snaps over to Seokmin, who had been chatting his ear off for the past couple of minutes. 

“Don’t call me that,” Joshua grumbles. 

His friends are merciless. Seokmin snickers. Jihoon bites back a smile. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. 

“We were asking what your birthday wish was,” Seokmin repeats. 

Jeonghan chimes in, “Y’know, after we all pulled lies out of our asses to make sure you could spend the day with the love of your life.” 

“Stop,” whines Joshua, the tips of his ears already beginning to flame red. He composes himself just enough to huff, “And I can’t tell you what my birthday wish was. Otherwise it won’t come true.” 

Jihoon mumbles something like ‘true’, but Jeonghan and Seokmin are relentless. 

“Give us a hint,” Jeonghan insists. 

Seokmin raises his index finger and his thumb. “Just a teensy, little hint!”

Autonomously, Joshua’s eyes flick over to where you are. You’re across the room, engaged in conversation with Mingyu and Vernon. The distance is far enough that Joshua can’t make out what’s being said, but it must be a good one; you’re grinning, nodding, gesticulating. 

He holds back the urge to swoon. It’s a futile attempt; his friends all share looks before bursting into raucous laughter. 

“No hint needed,” Seokmin says amusedly. 

As much as Joshua hates to admit it, the man is right. The answer to what he wished for is clear as day, is in the very same room as him. 

TIME CHECK: 11:10 PM. 

Unbeknownst to Joshua, there’s a plan in motion. It’s a rather simple plan, too, and the boys had been convinced they could see it through. 

After all, they only had to make sure that you and Joshua were at each other’s side by 11:59 PM. 

Simple, right? 

Except Seungkwan, Soonyoung and Wonwoo are knocked out of commission after sharing a champagne bottle. 

Minghao gets into a spat with Junhui over one thing or another. Seungcheol and Jeonghan bicker to the point that Seungcheol has relegated himself to one corner, his arms crossed over his chest as he sulks. 

“These idiots,” Seokmin huffs disbelievingly. Must he do everything himself? 

He checks his watch. He has forty more minutes. 

He could probably afford one more drink. 

TIME CHECK: 11:43 PM. 

Joshua can’t believe his friends. 

If they’re not drunk, they’re feuding. Seokmin— who had earlier been so insistent on seeing the telecasted ball drop— is sprawled out on the couch, knocked out cold. 

“That’s one way to usher in the new year,” you muse. 

Something in Joshua’s chest thrums. 

“Guess it’s just us,” he says smoothly. He thinks he deserves a standing ovation for just how even his voice sounds, betraying nothing about the hammering in his chest. 

His nerves are somewhat eased by the smile that breaks on your face. “It’s just us,” you repeat, and you don’t sound particularly opposed to the idea. 

You even sound… excited? 

Joshua tries not to overthink it. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, just to keep himself from reaching out for you. “The view of the fireworks might be better from outside,” he says. “What do you say?” 

It’s a selfish offer. Joshua is trying to mastermind his way into being your New Year’s Eve kiss. God forbid a man try to make a move. 

“I say that sounds good,” you respond, and Joshua barely holds himself back from breaking out into a little dance. 

TIME CHECK: 11:57 PM.

Out on the sidewalk, it’s just the two of you.

The streetlamps cast a warm halo over your head. The fireworks bathe you both in multicolored flashes of light. There’s the sounds of bells ringing, and children screeching, and trumpets being blown. 

All of it feels inconsequential to the thrill running through Joshua’s veins. 

You’re standing by his side, talking about your resolutions for the new year. And you’re so lovely. And there’s nothing Joshua wants more than to finally, finally— 

“Oh?” You fish your phone out of your pocket. “Ah, sorry. Give me a minute, yeah?” 

Joshua’s hand twitches at his side, like he’s tamping down the urge to keep you. “Take your time,” he says. 

His eyes follow you as you hurry off, ducking someplace where he can’t quite see you. Joshua tears his gaze away to look up at the night sky instead.

TIME CHECK: 11:59 PM.

Most of the apartments in Minghao’s building have left their windows open. Some superstition about inviting in good luck.

While Joshua is standing outside, he can faintly hear a blaring television beginning to count down the seconds. 

“Seventeen… sixteen… fifteen…” 

Joshua exhales, his breath coming out as a visible puff of air. His eyes flutter close, the image of the full moon burning behind his closed lids. The thought of being underneath it without you makes the earlier thrumming in his chest twist into something that almost aches.

He supposes that some wishes aren’t meant to come true. 

TIME CHECK: 12:01 AM. 

“Shua!”

Joshua startles. He hadn’t noticed your return, and he’s momentarily distracted from his thoughts as his eyes snap open. You look panicked; it makes his chest squeeze with concern. 

“Hey,” he says immediately, his hand instinctively resting on the side of your arm in a bid to soothe. “What’s wrong?” 

“I missed it.” 

“Missed—” 

“Missed you!” 

Before Joshua can question your words, you’re already ranting. “The clock on my phone is a couple of minutes behind, and I thought I had enough time. I just wanted to pop a mint, put on some lipstick, maybe—” 

The implications of your words hit him like a truck. His eyes widen, and then something almost like a laugh breaks from the back of his throat. 

“You— for what?” he manages, even though he already knows the answer. 

“For this,” you say, and then you’re standing up on your tiptoes. 

The press of your lips against his is better than every goddamn firework in the world. Joshua is sure that absolutely no one in the world feels the way that he does right now. 

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t freeze up for a minute. His free arm snakes around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him. His other hand goes to rest at your cheek as he tilts your head ever so slightly, just so he can deepen the kiss. 

When the two of you break apart for air, Joshua lets you breathe for all of five seconds before he’s kissing you again. 

You giggle against his mouth. And it’s dizzying to him, the way the two of you are smiling as this unfolds; the way the rest of the world is a flurry of noise, but he’s standing still with you in his arms. 

“Shua,” you say his name like a reprimand, gently pushing at his chest to get him off you for a moment. 

His body doesn’t seem to register it. His head instinctively ducks to follow your lips. The sheer desperation of it makes you smile. 

“I’m sorry for being late,” you say, almost shy in your apology.

“My fault,” he responds hastily. “Told you to take your time.”

And, to hell with his dignity— 

“One more, please?” he asks, his tone just a little breathless. 

You’re laughing, again. Not at him, hopefully. He can’t bring himself to care, though, because your hand is already at the back of his neck, tugging him down. 

“One more,” you murmur.

Birthday wishes be damned. A quiet voice in the back of Joshua’s head whispers a disbelieving this is happening as he goes to kiss you again, knowing fully well by the way you respond that this won’t be the last time. 

It’s a fulfilled promise. 

This is happening. We’re happening.

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ we could happen by aj rafael. what are you doing new year's eve? by zooey deschanel and joseph gordon-levitt. 7PM by bss and peder elias. tell me it's not a dream by 10cm. fallen by lola amour.

240525 #joshua 🦌 carats, thank you always. i will work hard to live up to the love that carats give me. so i'll be continue to be in your care. yoshi yoshi~ carats, the moon is pretty.

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[bcrgamvts]

"this  is  where  i  embarrassingly  admit  that  i've  never  actually  seen  hannibal  lecter.  though  i  assume  he  was  also  a  psychiatrist  for  that  to  be  an  assumption  he  jumped  to  ??"  danika  asked  in  thinly  veiled  amusement  at  what  she  was  just  told.  her  gaze  drops  to  the  rather  large  knife  in  his  hand,  comically  surrounded  by  the  watermelons  in  the  field  that  made  it  somehow  less  intimidating  as  an  object.  "was  the  help  cutting  up  the  watermelon  ??  in  my  mind  this  is  the  summer  answer  to  jack-o-lanterns,  but  i  imagine  carving  a  watermelon  is  much  harder."  danika  pauses  and  brings  a  hand  up  to  rub  the  back  of  her  neck.  "do  you  need  a  ride  back  ??  i  mean,  i  don't  have  a  drivers  license  but  i  can  call  an  uber.  maybe  help  you  think  up  an  alternative  costume  if  you're  still  not  jazzed  about  being  a  cannibal."

open to everyone! set the day before summerween...

"He said Hannibal Lector was good with knives and that since I'm also a psychiatrist, I must be good with knives." Sitting like a lost puppy in the middle of a field of watermelons in the town square, Rafael looked up. He did have a butcher knife in his hand and there was a 'doctor' in front of his name when he had the option. His shirt was even dyed red (pink) but it was from the watermelons he was trying to carve instead of his potential victims. "Leonard said he needed my help but then he drove me here on that decked out golf cart and left cackling. So no, I wouldn't say that I'm doing ok today but thank you for asking."

[charliechats]

i actually cannot emphasise enough that t.k strand is my favourite character of all time. in all media.

i relate to him so much and watching his character grow throughout the seasons warms my heart. truly obsessed and amazed by ronen rubinstein with his incredible acting ‼️

so hype for season 5 !!

[klarafromasgard]

"I see I'm being replaced," Klara teased as she approached her boyfriend dancing with her niece. "I see how it is," she added and tickled Eisa's sides, making her laugh uncontrollably and squirm in Rafael's arms. She eventually freed herself and ran towards Ella, who was with Rafael's parents. Of course, the raccoon, the iguana, and whatever else followed after her. "Yeah, I'm happy Ella can't do whatever this is," she scrunched her face up before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's neck, swaying to the rhythm of the music. "What's on your mind, kærasti?" she asked before leaning up to kiss him. @cmdrhills