I'm not a big photographer but she's just so cute :') got 3rd in our first champ and might I say, she looks ADORABLE in my go-to tack

@smythewmu @wmurachel @wmuquinnfabray

Alright you three, I don't really care about where I sleep, but I do not want to have the key. I'm usually real responsibable, but I don't want that kinda responsibility on my shoulders this week. So i'll happily give up my chance at the bed in order to give the key-holder that privilege.

Sweater Weather

One would think if someone liked rain, they would simultaneously like snow. However, that wasn’t exactly the case for Toulouse. He didn’t mind the snow, but it took a certain mood nowadays to get him outside in this cold weather. As a kid he loved it; running outside playing with his siblings and making snow angels and throwing snowballs. He was almost always down to connect to that inner child, but today, he was quite enjoying a lazy day with Rachel, snuggled up under some blankets. He’d been playing soft and relaxing music as they sat, each sort of doing their own thing in each others company. This was one of Toulouse’s favorite things to do.

Laying with his head in her lap, Toulouse pulled his phone out to check the time. The bright screen lit up and read 3:36. “Man, I guess we’ve let the day kind of slip by, huh?” He looked up at her with a chuckle. Sitting up, he turned his body enough to give her a kiss, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. When he pulled away, it wasn’t that far, remaining within a few inches of her lips. “What did you want to do?” he asked, tracing his thumb across her jawline. “We could paint… or watch a movie, with some hot chocolate…” Between options, he gave her quick soft kisses, the hand that caressed her cheek now migrating to her waist. “Or whatever you’d like.”

@adropofgoldenrachelx

@stardomiscalling

That sounds delicious. Minus the chicken of course.

I could make it for you sometime if you'd like? Sans the chicken, but maybe with a bottle of wine on the side?

Closed starter for @lovclychaos​ (Rachel)

Destiny watched as her brother dragged her mom over to the corn maze, leaving her standing there with a freshly bought caramel apple that she didn’t want, and a bag of candy. Looking around she spotted someone she recognised and rushed over.

“Hey! Rachel, isn’t it?” She asked, holding out the caramel apple. “Here, you can have this if you want, I swear it’s unwanted and not like... poisoned or anything. I’m a badass Tomb Raider, not an evil queen.” 

While the idea of an adult summer camp at first sounded a bit odd, Honeymaren was thrilled to be surrounded by nature for a week. The heatwave was slightly putting a damper on things, but she tried not to focus on that as the time was meant to be enjoyed and not moaned about. Of course she signed up for the nature expedition, as that was probably the most obvious one for her to select. The better part was that Cass wasn’t going to be there. The two were already on weird terms and had seen each other around without acknowledging it yet. It was awkward, to say the least. 

Of the people who were joining this expedition, she did recognize a few people. Two of her fellow colleagues, a few students, and some others. As they continued on through the woods, Honeymaren was looking all around them, admiring the flora. “Isn’t this beautiful?” she asked, turning to the closest person to her.

@adropofgoldenrachelx​

#this is why she's my favorite she's so sexy @gothamrains

EVERY TIME YOU SAY RACHEL'S YOUR FAVORITE, I WANT TO STUDY YOU LIKE A BUG kjdhfkjhsk

i mean she's mine too. like i love cloud but i love a mean woman more than an anti-hero cause i'm gay as fuck sdfhkf

Rachel exited Castle Cafe looking rather distressed. Her eyebrows were knit together as if she had just come to some deep, terrible realization that something wasn’t right.

She held two take-away cups in her hands, each filled with a different syrupy sweet, piping hot coffee.

“Why did I do that?” Rachel muttered to herself with a shake of her head. Sighing pointedly at the two cups, she slumped back against the wall by the door. Her day had been stressful; her parents, loving as they were, were having a hard time with a particular part of Rachel’s trauma (as was Rachel). The poor girl was agitated beyond belief, and had tried to rid the feeling of being trapped with a walk. It wasn’t working so far, and it all culminated in the current coffee shop incident.

Rachel had stood near the back of the queue for ten minutes, fighting with herself over which coffee to buy. Vanilla? Or Caramel? Vanilla or Caramel? People were looking at her funny, and she had already sent three people to go in front of. The barista wasn’t much help in the decision making process either.

So now she was stuck with two cups of coffee.

“What is wrong with me? I can’t drink this much coffee, this could kill me! And I can’t just… give it back, because that lovely man worked so hard to make it. And then if I did, how would I choose which one to give back? Would he be mad? Oh! He would be so upset that I didn’t like his coffee!”

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“Are you alright?” Ella asked with the greatest concern. The girl looked like she was in quite an ordeal. She didn’t hear what she was saying, but it was clear to her that she wasn’t feeling too well.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Was she perhaps suffering a panic attack? It was then she heard her say something about the cups of coffee in her hands.

“Hmm? Is something wrong with your order?

RACHEL GREEN in FRIENDS 7.03 | The One with Phoebe's Cookies

@broadwaybabymomma

broadwaybabymomma:

What I’m hearing is that I’m the highlight of your arrival. One more thing I’m not surprised by. And yes, we absolutely must catch up; I feel like it’s been ages since we got the chance and I know that that’s at least partly my fault with all the plates I’ve been spinning lately, but now that neither of us have any excuse not to make the effort, I expect daily updates on everything.

Of course you would hear that, Rachel. Well, I can’t say it’s a complete lie, so I’ll let you have it.

It’s probably both of our faults, it feels like I spend most of my life in my office at the moment. Not that I don’t love it! But, yes. Daily updates, even about the most mundane parts of your day.

nobody

nobody loves the star stable connemaras more than me. i have such a deep hearted connection with the fleabitten one nobody can tear him away from me

@stardomiscalling

I love how everyone wants to kiss me. I am quite skilled

It's all in the lips, babe. They look pretty kissable.

@adropofgoldenrachelx

By this point, Toulouse and Rachel were no strangers to movie nights. It was one of their favorite things to do, especially since her father still didn’t seem to keen on them hanging out alone where they couldn’t be monitored. In a way, it was nice that he cared, but sometimes the two wanted their privacy. It was hard to cuddle and kiss with someone always lurking around the corner and making sure there was a respectable amount of space between them. Luckily, this time, they were at Toulouse’s house, which was much more lowkey. It wasn’t like he and Rachel ever did anything super promiscuousness anyway, but just being able to freely hold her hand, cuddle and kiss her if they wanted to made him feel a lot more at ease. 

The two of them had set up a nice nest of blankets in Toulouse’s room to watch the movie. Neither of them had seen it, and to be frank, he couldn’t even recall the name of the film at this point. It wasn’t that it was a terrible movie. The parts he’d been paying attention to were actually quite good. However, it was hard to focus completely when he was cuddled up with Rachel and they were sharing a few kisses during the movie. Laughing softly, Toulouse ran his thumb over Rachel’s cheek, leaning in to give her another kiss. “Do you have any idea what’s happening in the movie?” he chuckled, looking up at her.

The Lobster (2015) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

Rachel Grey in Rise of the Powers of X #2 (2024), art by R. B. Silva.