oh these two would’ve been so annoyingly beautiful together
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
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seen from United States

seen from Mexico

seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from Mexico
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seen from Ukraine
seen from United States

seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from United States
oh these two would’ve been so annoyingly beautiful together
A Night To Remember
A Rafe McCawley x Tom Ripley fic ( on AO3 )
"Are you from around here, mister?" Tom asked, offering a cigarette as he tempered his own. "Rafe. Please call me Rafe." He introduced himself, putting his hand in his pockets. Rafe never liked the idea of smoking and he hadn't expected Tom to be one. "No, no I'm just visiting. I'm from Tennessee actually." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Rafe McCawley decides to spent his lonely Friday at the bar again, expecting the usual. This changed when he laid eyes upon a young performer.
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additional tags: Alternate Universe - 1950s, Age Difference, Older Rafe McCawley, Film Accurate Age Tom Ripley, Lavender Scare, Pre Meeting Dickie Greenleaf, Evelyn and Rafe Are Divorced, Bar Meet-Cute, Subtle flirting, Eye Contact, lots of eye contact, Mattfleck Adjacent
This is a slightly longer version of the fic that can be found in the Mattfleck Nation Zine.
Summer of 1935.
song: televangelism — ethel cain
spc: c.scenepacks & dazelogoless
rafe mccawley x tom ripley edit
song: style — taylor swift
I have an idea of writing a rafe mccawley x tom ripley ATONEMENT AU, but I made a promise to myself that I’m going to finish my chuckwill timeskip au first so I’ll be focusing on that one! Hopefully I’ll get both of them done by the end of this year😞
I LOVE WRITING SUPER SAPPY CHEESY CORNY LOVEY-DOVEY TOMRAFE I LOVE TOMRAFE TOMRAFE CAN SAVE THE WORLD
finally done with my pre-uni time to lock in for the real thing