#I would go insane

[itneverendshere]

alrighty imagine rafe feeling jealous for the first time in his life and absolutely not knowing how to navigate through it, so he just takes it out on you 🤗 he's down bad so it's funny

just a lil something for y'all:

rafe cameron does not get jealous.

why would he? he has the world at his feet—wealth, status, popularity, and seemingly limitless opportunities. got everything he wants and needs in his perfect kook-life, right? there’s absolutely nothing that could make him envious of others. he’s been moving through life with a sense of entitlement, accustomed to getting what he wants when he wants it.

that earth-shattering confidence translates into his sexual life. if there was such a thing as mastering the subtle art of not giving a fuck, god, he’d get a nobel prize for that shit. 

rafe likes to indulge in the pleasures of his fantastic mortal life without the burden of attachment of commitment, just thinking about tying himself up to someone else makes him want to drive his jeep into the nearest wall. 

that’s not the life he wants. that kind of bullshit gets people depressed or killed; he’s seen enough of that kind of misery in his lifetime. 

he knows he’s got a reputation by now. it precedes him, and he revels in it. and people say he’s a bad guy? please, he’s doing the entire female community a favor. there’s no point in restricting his independence for one person. 

no feelings involved, no clinging, and no, he’s not fucking cuddling someone after he just blew his load into their back. The women he involves himself with know what they’re getting themselves into when they open their pretty legs for him.

 it’s great. 

no stupid headaches, no fights, no “why didn’t you text me back?”, complete radio silence unless they want something from him or vice versa. sure, there have been a few girls who needed a collective reminder of his rules, which he does by always cutting them off.

no one’s ever made him want to throw his philosophy out the window. can you imagine that happening? rafe cameron…feeling…something other than complete horniness for someone else? enough to make him want to commit capital murder when someone else thinks they’re entitled to touch what’s his?

no, of course not.

that’d be insane. completely impossible. rafe cameron would never get his perfect hands dirty with filth. not in this universe or lifetime. 

or so he thought. 

“you have a real problem, you know that?”

if looks could kill he’d be seven feet under. you’re shooting daggers at him through your pretty eyes, hands settling on your hips. if he wasn’t raging with misplaced anger issues, he’d tell you how fucking beautiful you look tonight.

“me?” rafe grits out as he sticks his fingers into his chest, “you want to talk about problems, sweetheart?” his words drip with venom, a thinly veiled attempt to deflect the intensity of his own emotions.

you don’t back down, though, gaze steady and unwavering as you meet his challenge, “i’m not the one who just punched the living shit out of someone else!”

rafe's lip curl into a mocking smirk. "whose fault is that?” he quips, the barb aimed squarely at your intellect.

a violent urge to strangle him takes hold of you, anger nipping at your skin, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he doesn’t know why he did it. all he remembers was that in that moment, while watching you entertain someone else, he wanted to snap someone’s neck in half. and he’d be damned if he didn't get what he wanted. 

rafe’s head tilts, oh so slowly, to the side, pretty blue eyes burning your skin, “i’m not the one letting some sleazy bastard get their hands under my slutty dress.”

that didn’t come out right. 

it made much more sense in his head. he doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t want to acknowledge the gnawing jealousy that threatens to consume him whole.

“slutty dress?! this is vintage versace you possessive lunatic!”

“so fucking what?” he saunters closer, seemingly calm, except that’s the one thing that he never is, “did they run out of fabric in Italy?”

you watch him, a little mesmerized by the way the moonlight accentuates his features, heart pounding. he stops in front of you.

you must’ve taken a good hit to the head if you believe rafe cameron feels anything for you besides some sort of allure to your cunt. you know better than that. you open your mouth to speak, but rafe’s quick to lift one of his hands, tapping your lip with his finger.

“this is supposed to be like— a casual thing, right?” he exhales a breath, voice barely louder than a murmur.

you tip your chin up, “what are you getting at?’”

 “no strings. so, i really shouldn't be this fucking pissed about seeing you post a picture with that asshat face, smiling, his arm around you. that stupid fucking caption.”

straightening your posture, you don’t let his sugar-coated confession get to you, remaining silent for the time being. what’s his deal? is the devil spawn...confessing?

“speaking of photos…i just looked at a really cute one of you before, can you guess which one?”

and watch that picture be the one where you're on all fours in his truck's backseat lmao😃👀

[olauivers]

welcome back to gamechanger, the only gameshow where the game changes every show! players, you'll notice you have a bunch of pigs in front of you, oink oink, mother fuckers, we're defunding the police.

[xmaruu11]

Of course the emphasis on time and clocks can be just about the countdown to the series

HOWEVER

Imagine that instead of random lives, they get a countdown on how long they have to live. And the only way to add time is by killing other players, and taking away their time. Or being able to give time to other players like in Last Life. but the main idea is that you HAVE to kill for survival. That's the main wait to add time to your clock

IMAGINE THATS THE CONCEPT BRO !!

[dotoil]

*Spawns with a puzzling ask*

What could possibly happen if a nutcracker found either an AK-47 or an actual mini gun. Would both the monsters and players stare in utter horror with how much power the silly oversized christmas decoration has now?

HEYY FINALLY ANSERING THIS ASK AFTER ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR 2 MONTHS LOLLLL

[whoisspence]

just IMAGINE you wake up and this is what you see

[haystarlight]

The funny thing is, Grover didn't actually say "I'm 24" out of nowhere. He said it after Sally called them both "boys", like "boys" as in "children". Of course he says "I'm actually 24". He's not talking to Percy, he's talking to Sally!!! Sally who just called him a boy like she's lumping him in with her 12-year-old son. That's why he said it!!

And now with Ares, Ares calls him "little boy" and Grover goes again! "I'm 24". And now Ares is like "good for you " and that's when you realize how ancient this dude is and how meaningless the trio are to him. "Oh you're 24? Congratu-fuciking-lations, kid, I'm 2000 years old".

Idk I think this is neat tho

[the-merry-otter]

Cruel and unjust world! I am expecting my new eating knife and spoon to arrive any day now, and a postie knocked on our door and left a package but it was for my housemate 😭😭

[logsdrawsthings]

I don't know if this post is for anyone, but fic idea: season 13 widower arc where cas has to watch dean grieve him sansûkh style, and finds out through that how much dean cares about him beyond his usefulness!!! bonus points for cas being able to talk to his subconscious mind (also sansûkh style).

alternatively this could be a thing every time cas dies (post 15x18, anyone??)

[papaziggy-devblog]

I am making it my goal for 2025 to get like... at least a vast majority of CWP done

I don't want development to like

Drag on for the next 7 years or some shit TToTT

[dickwingary]

Thinking about how the “robin” nickname aka his last connection to his parents was taken from Dick. Like not the typical replacement robin angst (that frankly isn't my favourite it's quite annoying) but the complete glossing over of the last thing he had of his parents. A nickname. An identity. How Dick can represent the family he lost. Paying homage to them through every news article saying “Robin”(Dick Grayson, their son) saved this person and these people. Can you imagine someone else using the nickname your dead parents gave you, and your new father not even paying the significance of the name to you any mind. Why wouldn’t Bruce just give the new sidekick a new name. It’s so fucked up.

[donde-el-diablo-parquea-la-moto]

Imagine bragging about your partner's banana to everyone when given the chance.

Imagine telling everyone how safe you feel in his "metaphorically angelical arms" as they try to kill you.

Imagine defending your relationship with him to your friends, even your child from false cheating allegations.

All of that just so one day all those friends and yourself find out that your b-friend, your significant other, your partner CHEATED WITH THE DEVIL WHILE SAID DEVIL SANG A SONG.

ALL OF THIS IN A MOVIE THEATER.

[inkydiamonds]

I don't think I've ever posted any Clethdubs art here and I think that is a crime bc I actually love them so take some small traditional drawings :))

Also bonus headcanon:

[amandabe11man]

this old japanese dude is so me:

the court ruled against him despite him literally being right, smfh. I feel you though, hoji takahashi. respect ✊

[ladyearthsea]

Imagine just before Nanami dies, he thinks of his greatest regrets in life. One of his biggest: not being able to tell you that he loved you

[whenthegoldrays]

However much I dislike Yoo Jae-ha, I do feel kind of sorry for him. Like, imagine that your favorite historical figure, your role model, gets magicked into the present day and you get to meet him, but instead of becoming friends and getting to learn from him, the man becomes your love rival. And he wins.

[biocrafthero]

Imagine if WKTD was a movie... do you know what kind of person I would become....