#sprained my ankle just looking at this
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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu Ā· 2 years ago
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interesting how the tiktokers who larp as 2014 tumblr it-girl arent brave enough to bring these back
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bacchuschucklefuck Ā· 4 months ago
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#not art (yet!!!!)#preddy good kristen I got goin on in this piece#for some reason my brain isnt letting me do this one. been stalling on it for a good few days. but I intend to break thru it#I need to put this on paper at least once#(its space sweepers. I think it would be funny if the kids are in that universe too but theyre just like off to the side doing their own#thing pretty much unrelated to the main plot. theyre delivery people. theyre all still teens. they get up to shenanigans and then#one day they look up like huh the guy who founded eden fucking died?? when#kristen specifically I got a decent amount hashed out in my brain somehow. she's like an engineered messiah with a grafted engine#along her upper body skeleton that'd let her spontaneously rearrange objects on a molecular level#so she can theoretically knit wounds or cure diseases by thinking abt it very hard#sadly the engine of course takes enormous amount of energy to power. so most of the time in practice she just#has a half-metal skeleton that doesn't do anything. so she's buff as shit on the upper side and one of her punches can break your neck#but her mobility is limited and she sprains her ankles like every other week. her shins have broken like a few times#I genuinely love the way her shoes n braces look in this one its very fun#there are a lot of choices I made in this one that are so fun and also just like. a result of putting them in space sweepers#and thinking to myself here and there hey this would be cool if it harkens back to their canon designs#not riz tho other than being human he is fully exactly like how he looks in canon. hes just like that#hes the navigator and he charts their courses by hand with a school calculator#(also technically their legal counselor since he's sorta responsible for not putting them in traffic control's hands)#drawing this does make me realise a lot of these dynamics are really fun lol. idk if Im gonna ever do anything like proper for this but#at the very least if I draw this the idea will be out there)
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chaotic-average-child Ā· 3 months ago
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getting back on my drawing slowly but surely ^^ here's an aleena
#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sth aleena#aleena the hedgehog#sorta vent in tags but its more rambling TDLR i got injured right after the other stuff lol :sob:#just a tw for xacto knives & vomitting#I probably would have gotten back sooner but I ended up having a pretty nasty accident with an Xacto knife#design students remember your xacto safety and dont end up like me#my mom says it's probably because I was distracted with other events so I wasn't paying as much attention as i should have#you always feel like they're overreacting about safety till you end up in an accident :skull:#or well#Ive been cut before with Xactos but they weren't from cutting straight against a ruler and not realizing your finger is in the way#they were mostly because of how I'd accidentally push my finger too close to the back of the knife#and circles#ā€œGo fast with a lot of pressureā€ - my design teacher's instructions on straight lines... yeah. I did that.#It's kinda crazy though cause I've gotten worse injuries but HOLY FUCK#Like yeah. Spraining my ankles hurt... burns hurt... that time my elbow just decided to be unbearably painful for no reason#that last one still confuses me cause what the hell??? anyways this time was just#an actual ridiculous amount of pain for what it was#I threw up 5 times from the pain all at once... which has only ever happened before with the elbow thing#at least this was an actual reason. unlike the elbow... which I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP AND IT WAS SEARING PAIN LIKE WHAT THE HELL????#anyways#Now that it doesnt hurt as bad it's kinda neat to look at#and think about in hindsight cause it bled a lot :sob:
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thelastspeecher Ā· 8 days ago
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I finally graduated from physical therapy for my ankle! šŸ„³
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peaches2217 Ā· 9 days ago
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While I was gone, I finally found a gym I feel comfortable in! My dysphoria was at its lowest when I was working out, which I did from home, but I had to stop while waiting for my tattoo to heal and just couldnā€™t get back into the habit. I thrive in an actual gym setting, whereas being home tempts me to take it easy. But when youā€™re a trans enby in a small town in rural Oklahoma, your options areā€¦ kinda limited.
Last month I signed up for the local family-owned gym that everyone swears by. Lesson learned: an establishment being ā€œfamily-ownedā€ in the Bible Belt means you will not be welcomed as a person with tits and facial hair. That discouraged me for a while, but yesterday I decided to try the small franchise gym a short distance from my house (itā€™s an Anytime Fitness). Andā€¦ my expectations were blown out of the water.
Since most people in town go to the other gym, itā€™s usually not too full. Everything is clean and bright and the atmosphere is very welcoming. And the best part: during my consult with the trainer, I told him outright why being in gyms makes me nervous. This buff redneck proceeds to ask for my pronouns, assure me that all are welcome, and tells me that heā€™s former Army and the owner is former Marine and theyā€™ll take care of anyone who gives me trouble. He shook my hand as I left and said ā€œWe look forward to havinā€™ ya, man!ā€
Iā€™m going in for my first workout today after work. I still donā€™t know how Iā€™m gonna manage changing rooms and stuff like that, but I can at least get started and not have to worry about being kicked out, and for now thatā€™s good enough for me!
(The family gym I signed up for decided to go ahead and charge me for next month on top of the cancellation fee, which Iā€™m half-tempted to say is transphobia but is really most likely a clever and scummy addition to the contract I signed that I managed to overlook. So Iā€™m down $75 thanks to them, which makes me extra glad Iā€™m never going back. šŸ˜­)
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windvexer Ā· 1 year ago
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And I'm still on that OC/AU thing because it's like,
"oh a little guy I made up in my normal headspace has Defined Things about him and continues to exist in this way no matter how silly AU scenarios I put him through, in fact imagining many little AUs can help me further define and understand what I have created,"
"but this very intense spiritually important spell I intentionally developed in my sacred ritual headspace is so weak and defenseless that it may be permanently broken or transformed if I think about it at all, even if a way that just indicates how serious I am about it working in its intended form."
Like if that's really where we're at then just start developing all your spells as if they're characters and they will become immortal and invincible.
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oidheadh-con-culainn Ā· 9 months ago
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the thing about having a health condition that gets worse with inactivity is that people really don't want you to buy a wheelchair. and if you get a wheelchair they only want you to get a cheap and uncomfortable one so that you're not tempted to use it too much. but what they don't understand is that it's very rarely a choice between "do this thing on foot" and "do this thing using a wheelchair". it's "do this thing using a wheelchair" or "don't do this thing bc it'll hurt too much if it's even possible at all". and the latter does not actually offer any more activity/mobility/improvement than using a chair, it just means you don't get to do stuff.
i am well aware that it would be actively detrimental to my health to use a chair all the time. which is why i'm not planning to! there are many areas of my life where the chair would be hindrance, if it were possible to use it there at all, so i've automatically got built-in non-chair activities anyway. but i am currently Not Doing a lot of things because i can't stand, and the chair allows me to do those things, and that's what it's for.
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skeletons-in-ur-closet Ā· 2 months ago
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hnnnngmmmmmm kermit scrunch face...i cant think abt my childhood for too long if i dont wanna be angry
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solplease Ā· 4 months ago
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first day of school and i am so so so nervous
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caterpillarinacave Ā· 6 months ago
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yā€™all ever so absolutely embarrassed you start crying
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omegapheromone Ā· 1 year ago
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Limping to this blog with a leg so badly hurt I thought it was broken originally. It's not but hi<33 im gamie and im great at fucking myself up in dumb ways
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tenthdoctxr Ā· 1 year ago
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getting to know me!
tagged by the wonderful @joanwtsn ā€” thank you!! šŸ«¶šŸ½
Favourite Colour: it changes quite often, but at the moment itā€™s blue, pink, and yellow!
Currently Reading: America Is In the Heart by Carlos Bulosan, Poison for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket, and All the Kingā€™s Men by Robert Penn Warren (a reread for my exam lol)
Last Song: Dice by Onew šŸŽ²
Last Series: man, i guess Ted Lasso was technically the last series i finished, but iā€™m currently watching through Alias with my mum :)
Sweet / Savoury / Spicy: i think i would pick savoury? trying to hold back on a lot of sweets and can handle a particular amount of spicy for the sake of my stomach lol
Currently Working On: my final exam thatā€™s due on Friday šŸ˜µā€šŸ’« also prepping for the new school year!
iā€™m tagging whichever lovely people read thisā€”feel free to consider yourself tagged esp. if youā€™re in the mood to do this šŸ¤—
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thelastspeecher Ā· 8 months ago
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as if I don't have enough going on in my life, my Cringe Ankleā„¢ is continuing to be cringe as fuck
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inevitablestars Ā· 10 days ago
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going to kms if my ankle still hurts tomorrow
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bitchkay Ā· 4 months ago
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Me watching Haikyuu remembering how I wanted to play volleyball in highschoolšŸ˜”šŸ‘ŠšŸ½šŸ’”
#me going to all the girls volleyball teams games#i dont even remember when i first watched haikyuu like the very first time it was a while ago#but i wasnt that into it at the time like i think it watched like the first season and forgot about it#so i can definitely say me wanting to play volleyball was me wanting to play volleyball not just me watching Haikyuu#i remember going to one of the girls volleyball games for the first time and my gay ass was not focused on anything for the first little bit#mind you i went to catholic highschool#but yeah like volleyball and basketball was just one of those sports i actually wanted to play at one point and was actually good at#although i think i would've had a better chance at basketball but i only really wanted to play basketball in grade 9#after that i was a little more into volleyball#i don't think i ever probably rewatched Haikyuu until i was in grade 12 maybe#which btw was 4-5 years ago#i wish i owned more Haikyuu merch i only have a jean jacket with duos printed on the back which btw i really love and is really cute#i would eat as a libero#i don't think you understand when i say i wish i played volleyball guys like i can actually play the sport its not just my imagination#i think im good at receiving but im so fucking ass at serving well thats a lie i just don't like it like i do not like serving guys#idk that's alot of pressure šŸ˜³#i cannot spike either like i can definitely do it but yall idk i feel so embarrassed when i do like im shy yall stop looking at mešŸ˜£šŸ˜£#also i got hit in the head w a volleyball one time like BAM and was like nah i think that why i never played on a team yall#i have a grudge against sports yall like mfs keep hitting me w the fucking balls#im not even kidding every sport ive played the mf ball will hit me in the head#have you ever been hit in the head w a basketball at 8:30 in the morning in first period gym clas#nah cus basketballs are fucking hard as hell i literally have not played a sport since guys im traumatized#the mf balls are magnitized to my head i cannot step foot in a gym im sorry#rip a potential career sports bcus my height is an advantage but the balls love my head too much(also ive sprained my ankle like 4 times--)#i don't think my ankle ever fully healed cus this definitely a reoccurring injury...#kay just saying shit#haikyuu
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lizziesangel Ā· 19 days ago
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RAFE CAMERON - paired up together
quarterback!extroverted jock x shy!introverted!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: based on this request
WORD COUNT: 2.1k
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron
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your mom and dad always had a vision for you, one that didnā€™t exactly include self-defense classes. when you were younger, they signed you up for piano lessons, art workshops, and just about anything that didnā€™t involve sweat or the possibility of a sprained ankle. they didnā€™t want you to feel weak, of course, but they thought strength came from different thingsā€”discipline, refinement, skill.
ā€œyou donā€™t need to learn to throw punches,ā€ your mom would say. ā€œyou need discipline. structure. music.ā€
so youā€™re not exactly the strongest person in the world, but youā€™re not weak either. youā€™ve got your limits, sure, but you also like to think you can handle yourself if you absolutely had to. youā€™re just hoping today isnā€™t one of those days.
as you walk with your best friend to PE, the two of you are mid-gossip, laughing at something she said about the latest drama in your grade.
ā€œand then she had the nerve to say my dress was last season, when hers looked like it came out of her grandmaā€™s attic,ā€ lana says, flipping her hair dramatically.
you snort. ā€œmaybe she was going for vintage?ā€
ā€œvintage?ā€ she scoffs, rolling her eyes. ā€œthereā€™s a difference between vintage andā€¦ tragic.ā€
the conversation carries you all the way to the gym, where your PE teacher, coach davis, claps his hands together and gets everyoneā€™s attention.
ā€œalright, listen up!ā€ he booms, his voice echoing off the walls. ā€œtoday, weā€™re starting a self-defense unit. and before anyone complains, let me just sayā€”youā€™re gonna thank me later. trust me.ā€
thereā€™s a murmur of interest and maybe a little dread from the class. you glance around and spot the football teamā€”rafe cameron and topper thornton in the cornerā€”leaning against the wall like theyā€™re above it all. rafeā€™s tossing a football between his hands absentmindedly, while topperā€™s saying something that makes him smirk.
ā€œof course theyā€™re here,ā€ lana mutters, following your gaze, looking at each football player.
ā€œat least weā€™re not getting paired with them,ā€ you whisper back, half-joking.
lana shakes her head, ā€œi feel like you just jinxed us.ā€
you look at her, ā€œno, you just jinxed us by saying that i jinxed us.ā€
she looks at you with a confused face, ā€œyouā€™re not even making sense, like at all.ā€
ā€œwhatever, they're football players, it would be weird if we were paired with them,ā€ you raised your shoulders.
coach davis goes on to explain the basics of the class, ending with the bombshell: ā€œyouā€™re gonna be partnered up for these drills. iā€™ll call out the pairs.ā€
your friend groans dramatically. ā€œif itā€™s not them then iā€™m gonna get stuck with someone who doesnā€™t even know how to hold a fist properly.ā€
ā€œmaybe itā€™ll be me,ā€ you say, grinning.
ā€œplease,ā€ she shoots back. ā€œyouā€™re not hopeless. youā€™re justā€¦ delicate.ā€
before you can defend yourself, coach starts calling out pairs. when he says your best friendā€™s name, followed by topperā€™s, her jaw drops.
ā€œyouā€™ve got to be kidding me,ā€ she whispers, shooting you a look. ā€œlike i said, you jinxed us.ā€
ā€œat least heā€™s strong?ā€ you offer, barely holding back a laugh.
ā€œand annoying.ā€ she sighs, but thereā€™s a faint pink tinge to her cheeks as she walks over to topper.
then coach calls your name.
ā€œyouā€™re with rafe cameron.ā€
your stomach drops. you glance up to find rafe already looking at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, the smirk replaced by something unreadable.
ā€œgreat,ā€ you mutter under your breath, grabbing your water bottle and making your way over.
the self-defense gym class is not exactly your idea of a good time. the thought of being paired up with anyone, let alone someone like rafe cameronā€”quarterback, golden boy, cute jock extraordinaireā€”makes you want to melt into the floor. but when coach calls your name, followed by his, thereā€™s no escaping it.
you shuffle over to him, clutching your water bottle, avoiding his eyes. rafe, on the other hand, stands there looking like heā€™s just been told he won the lottery, but heā€™s trying way too hard to play it cool.
ā€œguess weā€™re partners,ā€ he says, a little too brightly, flashing that easy grin of his. itā€™s the kind of smile that probably works on everyone else, but you just nod and mumble, ā€œyeah, okay.ā€
the first drill is basicā€”a wrist grab escape.
ā€œso,ā€ he starts, dropping the football to the ground and kicking it aside, ā€œhereā€™s the plan. iā€™ll go easy on you, obviously. i mean, iā€™m not gonna, like, actually grab you or anything. justā€¦ enough so you can practice the moves. sound good?ā€
you blink at him, unsure what to say. heā€™s talking fast, like heā€™s trying to fill the silence before it even has a chance to settle.
ā€œand if youā€™re not sure about something, just tell me,ā€ he continues, his hands gesturing animatedly. ā€œiā€™ve, uh, done some of this stuff before. kind of, you knowā€¦ for football and stuff.ā€ he scratches the back of his neck, like that explains everything.
ā€œokay,ā€ you say softly, nodding.
he hesitates for a moment, like heā€™s waiting for you to say more, but when you donā€™t, he shifts awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
ā€œcool. yeah. uhā€¦ so, you wanna start with the wrist grab thing?ā€ he asks, his voice a little higher than usual.
ā€œsure,ā€ you reply, your tone neutral.
he stares at you for a second longer, then clears his throat and rubs his hands together. ā€œalright. thisā€™ll be easy. justā€¦ pretend Iā€™m the bad guy or something.ā€
you glance up at him briefly, your lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. ā€œokay, bad guy.ā€
his laugh is sudden, almost startled, like he didnā€™t expect you to say that. he recovers quickly, though, his grin softening into something less forced.
ā€œalright, letā€™s do this,ā€ he says, stepping a little closer. you try not to focus on how tall he is, how he seems to take up all the space around you.
the first few exercises are awkward, to say the least. rafe has to grab your wrist in whatā€™s supposed to be a firm hold, and youā€™d have to fumble your way through the escape technique. itā€™s not perfect, but itā€™s good enough to get the drill going.
the two of you are both way too aware of each other. the awkwardness of it all makes the air feel heavier, and thereā€™s this strange, bubbling tension that neither of you knows how to shake. rafeā€™s grip on your wrist is a little too firm at first, and you instinctively yank it out of his hold too quickly, which makes you both pause and look at each other for a second.
thereā€™s a beat of silence, and then rafeā€™s face cracks into a grin. ā€œuhā€¦ yeah, youā€™re definitely supposed to slowly pull away,ā€ he says, his voice a little too bright for the situation.
you blink at him, your face flushing. ā€œsorry, Iā€”uhā€”I panicked.ā€
he lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. ā€œitā€™s fine. weā€™re just trying this out.ā€
you canā€™t help but feel embarrassed, your cheeks heating up under his gaze. you didnā€™t think self-defense could be this awkward, but the whole thing is kind of ridiculous. the movements feel so stiff and uncoordinated, and you can tell rafe is trying way too hard to hide his laughter.
ā€œokay,ā€ you mutter, looking anywhere but at him. ā€œletā€™s try again.ā€
this time, rafe tries to go easy on you, adjusting his stance, but as soon as he grabs your wrist again, thereā€™s a moment of hesitation, and both of you burst into suppressed giggles. itā€™s just too sillyā€”the way youā€™re both standing there, pretending to fight, looking like absolute amateurs.
you canā€™t stop the laughter from slipping out, and the sound is so unexpected that it catches you off guard. your face burns, and you quickly cover it with your hand, hoping no one notices how flustered you are.
ā€œokay, okay,ā€ rafe says between laughs, still holding your wrist but clearly fighting to keep himself together. his heart is racing, not from the physical exertion of the exercises, but from the way he canā€™t seem to focus on anything except how adorable you look when you laugh. ā€œweā€™re, uh, doing great, right?ā€
you canā€™t even meet his eyes. your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. ā€œyeah, definitely.ā€
but rafeā€™s heart is thundering in his chest, too loud for him to ignore. heā€™s never been this nervous during a drill, not even when heā€™s throwing a football in front of a crowd. everything about this is making his insides do flip-flops, and he canā€™t understand why.
the two of you keep going through the exercises, but the laughter doesnā€™t stop. each time rafe grabs your wrist, or you try to make an escape, thereā€™s this shared, silent understanding between the two of you. itā€™s ridiculous. itā€™s awkward. and itā€™s perfect.
he notices the way your hands shake slightly, how your eyes keep darting away from his, and it just makes him want to laugh even more. itā€™s so real, so raw, in a way heā€™s never felt before. he doesnā€™t know why, but he canā€™t seem to stop thinking about you.
ā€œyouā€™re doing fine,ā€ he says softly after a while, his voice unusually gentle. ā€œreally. donā€™t worry about it.ā€
you nod, barely able to form words as you keep your gaze firmly on the floor. he wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in his throat. itā€™s strangeā€”this is strange. something about the way you make him feel like heā€™s in way over his head, and itā€™s making his heart race faster than he can keep up with.
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coach davis started droning on about the next exercise, something about how to escape a bear hug or tackle or whatever, but youā€™re not really listening. youā€™re too busy trying to get the next move right, shifting your weight awkwardly, wondering if your face is as hot as it feels.
what you are aware of, though, is the way rafe is looking at you. his gaze is soft, but it doesnā€™t feel casualā€”itā€™s more intense than it should be, like he's lost in a thought youā€™re not a part of. every time you glance at him, heā€™s still staring, his lips slightly parted like heā€™s about to say something but canā€™t quite figure out what.
you donā€™t notice how long heā€™s been staring, how heā€™s not paying attention to coach davis at all, but lana does.
sheā€™s standing a few feet away with topper, listening half-heartedly to the coachā€™s explanation while she watches you both from the corner of her eye. when she sees rafeā€™s gaze fixed on you, her eyebrow raises, the corners of her lips curling up in a mischievous grin.
ā€œno way,ā€ she mutters to topper, whoā€™s clearly more interested in trying not to sweat than anything happening in the class.
lana shifts closer to you, nudging your shoulder gently. ā€œokay, seriously, are you two going to pretend like nothing is happening here?ā€ she whispers, her voice laced with amusement.
you barely hear her, focused on the way rafe shifts his weight, trying to act casual, but you donā€™t miss the glint in his eyes.
ā€œwhat are you talking about?ā€ you ask, still trying to concentrate on what coach davis is saying.
ā€œgirl,ā€ she says, almost too loudly, making you blush even harder, ā€œyouā€™ve got mr. quarterback staring at you like youā€™re the only thing in this gym. i swear, youā€™re not even paying attention, and heā€™s over here practically drooling.ā€
you blink at her, confused, your face going even hotter. you glance over at rafe quickly, thinking youā€™re imagining it, butā€”no. heā€™s still looking at you, and the moment your eyes meet, his expression shifts from uncertainty to something else, something you canā€™t quite figure out.
and then, like a punch to the gut, you finally pull your gaze from him, letting your eyes fall to the floor like youā€™re trying to escape from the intensity of the moment.
lana catches the look, then smirks, nudging you again. ā€œiā€™m not crazy. heā€™s definitely into you. like, definitely. look at himā€”heā€™s not even pretending to pay attention anymore.ā€
you try to focus on something elseā€”anything elseā€”but you feel the weight of his gaze still on you, like heā€™s looking right through you. it makes your chest tighten, and you canā€™t bring yourself to look at him again.
ā€œstop,ā€ you whisper harshly, though you donā€™t even know why youā€™re saying it.
lana just giggles, her eyes lighting up like sheā€™s holding onto some great secret. ā€œiā€™m just saying, girl. youā€™re killing him right now.ā€
meanwhile, rafe, clueless about whatā€™s going on between the two of you, is still struggling to keep his composure. his heart is racing even faster now, and all he can think about is how youā€™re just standing there, not noticing what heā€™s feelingā€”heā€™s not sure if heā€™s relieved or disappointed by that. all he knows is that he canā€™t seem to look away from you.
rafe exhales slowly, trying to ground himself, even though it feels impossible.
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