#rafter

[blondebrainpowered]

Sound on please.

[rafefar]

Great egret in mating plumage

[vintagehomecollection]

A cheerfully, comfortable bedroom follows an Early American theme with its exposed cedar beams, antique furniture, and collection of handmade patchwork quilts.

Inside Today’s Home, 1986

[martingaleinthemountains]

Rambling across the plains.

[snkrbonbon]

REEBOK FOOTWEAR FALL 1995 DEALER PRODUCT CATALOG.

[nolanhollogay]

acknowledging them as soon as they enter the room

RAFTER NATION LEMME HEAR YA !!!!

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Hunter didn't know what the fuck was happening.

After God knows how long of being locked in the empty room, feeling very much like a hamster in a cage, suddenly all the lights cut out and he heard every door unlock one by one.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was in a horror movie.

He got to his feet, shuffling to the door in his stupid socks, and tentatively poked his head out.

He just about jumped for joy when he saw Scotty and Bo hugging each other.

"Sorry to interrupt the love fest," he started, grinning when they looked over at him, "but y'all got room for one more?"

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He didn't know what he was expecting to find when he met up with the others but it wasn't a group of girls to looked just as confused and sunburnt as him and his boys, and it certainly wasn't whatever this ocean themed prom set up.

This day kept getting weirder and weirder.

He was standing with Ivan, their hands locked together, watching him watching Kirin when he felt the shift in the air.

It was indescribable. But he could literally feel the air change when Raf walked in.

He dropped Ivan's hand – which he would have to apologize for later – and ran over to him.

"Raf! Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. He threw himself at him in a hug, nearly knocking him to the ground. Raf's arms circled around his back, squeezing him until it almost hurt.

He heard Raf's sigh of content in his ear and felt like he could fight God.

"You're okay, right?" Raf asked, pulling away from the hug. "You're not hurt or anyth–"

Hunter didn't think he was the "shut someone up with a kiss" type of guy, but stranger things had happened.

He pulled away, breathing hard, adrenaline stealing his breath.

Raf gaped at him, mouth open like a fish. "Wha–?"

Before he could finish, there was a disembodied voice of a woman cutting him off.

[upinteriors]

He, She & It by Davidson Rafailidis. Photo by Florian Holzherr.

[theanomalouskid]

HE LAUGHED.