#love u babes

[karmaajr]

R.I.P @elswif

you haven't texted nor blogged anything in 4 hours so you either died or ur sleeping so like.. either way rest in peace :3

[simplydnp]

thank u dan for calling me gorgeous and intelligent despite the fact my hair is greasy af and i've spent the last few days having a breakdown about no new dapg video for 5 days

[ohgaylor]

besties, I think I’m going to detach for a lil bit. (not sure how long it’ll be, but it just feels needed right now tbh) 🤍

[pigeonperch]

Poll because I don’t want to lose my mind thinking about this but

Ty ily bye

[wafflesrisa]

I can’t defend Carlos’s sins

Love u babe but what was that 🫡

[divinebunni]

self proclaimed attention whores have all my attention and also kisses thank u

[tomorrowillbeyou]

post limited. keeping the poll jask submitted bc its funny

[yourstrullyme]

saw on the news that chris evans and alba baptista got married and my immediate thought was what do my tumblr warrior nun girlies will think about this

[babygirlgalitzine]

chris clenshaw sir you’ve given me everything i could ever ask or wish for

now give ben happiness and maybe a child with callum?

[heyitsphoenixx]

scrolling through @so-emo-i-fell-apart blog while messaging @bitethebullets im such a good third wheel

[arabellas]

You're wonderful just the way you are, I hope this week treats you kindly ✨

[the-fo0l]

Happy Valentine's day to everyone!! plan on posting something today if im not dead after 10 hours of classes

[bambi-slxt]

BAMBSSSS I MISS U SM HOW ARE U GIRL 🤍

IM GOOOOOD

just started a new semester which is why i haven't been active

big kisses for u!!!

[magknightidv]

Just so everyone is aware. If you repost one of my posts, I'm pretty likely to scream at the fact someone saw it..

Do you understand what a miracle that is?! You should! Thank you, I love you <3

[bittersweet-mojo]

what is love if not vagueing each other on tumblr dot com

[erwinsvow]

PLEASEEEE can u show the time where reader caught rafe punching the squishmallows that really sent me

"don't laugh, okay?" you say it softly, right outside the door to your bedroom.

"why would i laugh?" rafe’s asking seriously, but you're already a tiny bit embarrassed of what lies on the other side of the door and you're unsure how rafe will react.

"it's, like, a third of the size of your room-"

"shut up and open the door."

you sigh, turning the handle and pushing to let yourself in first. rafe follows, staring around the tiny room observantly. his eyes flicker from corner to corner, taking it in. you stand to the side patiently, playing with your hands, in particular the ring rafe had just gotten you, fiddling and twisting it repeatedly.

he walks around for a second, stopping at your bookshelf to take a look at the titles on the shelves and then moving on, staring at the photos on the wall and then sniffing a stray candle on the nightstand. he finally stops at your dresser, glancing over the lotions and perfumes littered on top to stare at the framed picture of the two of you perched right in the center, odds and ends he's gotten you in the last month scattered around.

"so?" you question quietly, eyes big.

"which drawer's got your panties?"

"rafe! shut up."

"it's a cute room. why'd you get so worried?"

"i don't know. habit." you settle on the bed, bringing your biggest squishmallow onto your lap, holding it in your arms comfortingly. rafe's still looking around.

"always had one favorite color, huh?"

"yes," you admit, squeezing the stuffed animal harder. rafe finally comes to join you on the bed, gesturing to the squishmallow as soon as he does.

"what the hell is that?"

"this is ricky. he's a clownfish. he has a career, i just can't remember-"

"huh?"

"they all have jobs and hobbies, rafe. the squishmallows. i think he's an underwater singer or something."

"you sleep with that huge thing on the bed?"

"every night. when i'm here, at least. i should get one for tannyhill!"

"don't know about all that." he takes it into his hands, moving it around, observing it from all sides. "every single night?"

"yeah. why?"

"nothin'."

the conversation changes to the books on your nightstand, and you forget all about the squishmallow resting on your bed until you step out to get a cup of lemonade for rafe.

walking back in, you wonder if you put enough sugar in, when you open the door to see rafe smacking your squishmallow with his right hook, right to his little face.

"what are you doing?!" it spills out before you can stop it, the lemonade almost falling out of your hand.

"look at the dent. how does it go back to how it was?" he questions, while you look over at him, horrified. "what's inside it? feathers, or some shit?" he looks over to get an answer, when he looks at your distraught face.

"what?"

even when he sleeps over, he's never allowed to touch your squishmallow again.