Hey everyone, my name is Rafa, so feel free to call me that. So this blog is mostly about Love Island the Game, I’m mostly a Tim stan to my core but I have my favorites from different seasons and all. I’m also obsessed with Duskwood, Lovelink, Schitt’s Creek, New Girl and Brooklyn 99 so you may eventually see those things all over the place.
I have lots of opinions on stuff and my asks are always open if you want my opinion on something, if you just don’t wanna talk or rant, I do want this to be a safe space for anyone who needs it. My messages as well, in case you don’t feel like sending an ask and just chat.
I write some fanfics here and there, and I love to make moodboards, my requests are open for the moodboards at the moment.
I don’t like Bobby and will make you see reason if you judge me for it. Breaking news: he is not that great.
requests for my moodboards are open
LITG
Season 1:
Tim | Jake | Rohan
Season 2:
Gary | Lucas | Henrik | Noah | Kassam | Bobby
Lottie | Chelsea | Hope
Season 3:
Harry | Seb | Ciaran
Season 4:
Bruno | Youcef | Oliver | Will | James | Tom
Thabi
Season 5:
Suresh | Suresh | Finn
Season 6:
Hamish
THTH - Game
Alex
Couple Up! Game
Jack
spanish nights:
Tim/MC - LITG
Jamie and Tim had the best month of their lives until she had to return home. Bad decisions, self-doubt and extra stubbornness from both sides led them to not seeing nor talking to each other for over a year. However, a wedding will bring them together once more. Who knows what might happen when they find themselves in the same room again?
Tumblr: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
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sleepless night:
Lucas Koh/MC - LITG
After some time together, Lucas and Zara have an unexpected surprise.
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treasure hunt:
Skylar Quinn/MC - Lovelink
Kaia receives a mysterious gift at her doorstep; in hopes to see the guy she's in love with once again, she ends up at a camp, but things get much better than expected.
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rock bottom series:
Hugo Hornsby/MC - Lovelink
part one: the best kind of bad something
Hugo decided he needed to see Max before the double date they planned with Taylor and Sally and things don't go as expected.
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part two: you hate me now and I feel the same way
After a rocky first meeting, Max and Hugo can't stop thinking about each other, so things start to take a different turn in both of their lives until they can find each other again.
Just faceless portraits, I kind of like drawing those? But tattoos fuck that I did overlay of those I have no want or will 😂😂
Uh and yes if it wasn’t obvious by the art, Hamish is my favorite… 😬 but he was also last so I was like fuuuuuck iiiiiit by the time I did his hair upsies.
Have some sparkle✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨and 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 in your life and maybe, because you’re special, some 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 too and don’t tell anyone but you deserves some 🌸🌹🌻🌼🌺🌸🌹🌻🌼🌸 as well. 🐉💜💜💜🐉
Hi everyone!! I just wanted to say thank you so much for 50 followers!!
I’m at work and I just saw the notification so I have no idea yet what I want to do to celebrate but I’ll keep you updated!!
Thank you for hanging out with me, I’m so glad you’re here.
💛 Ellie
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She kind of had to, it came with the territory of knowing him for as many years as she had.
Unlike their mates that judged his raps and rambles, Cam could see the way the creativity poured out of him, whether he was meaning to freestyle or not. She could see the way his eyes would light up when he talked about Spanish History, not because he really cared about his days as a tour guide, but because the history itself excited him- he liked being able to delve into the creation and symbolism of things that the country was born from. When he was interested in wrestling, it wasn’t because he liked violence like the birds he dated thought. It was entirely because he found it amusing and it was something he could jokingly put on a show with mates doing.
Cam was able to appreciate the things about Tim that their other mates didn’t, because she was his best mate.
Sure, she knew the real reason all of his idiosyncrasies didn’t bother her, but that reasoning lived in her head, and her head alone.
Though, she was pretty sure all the others had a pretty good guess.
But Tim didn’t seem bothered by hers either, even years of friendship down the line, and he always encouraged her weird tangents even when Jake, angel that he was, had even started to lose focus on it.
Her favorite tangents always seemed to be stars, and, for some reason, neon. And not the colors! No. Cameron liked to go on tangents about the element- the way it was used in signs at the clubs he performed at, or when they went glow bowling, its uses in cars and refrigerants and beacons for planes. She could prattle and rant and chatter about the gas for ages, and Tim was the only one who never stopped her, even though he had heard it all a thousand times before.
But damn, did he love to listen.
“The process is fascinating! So, when it’s complete, they-“
“Ugh,” Cameron was cut off by the effeminate groan, the group’s eyes cutting over to the new addition of their game night, Tim’s date for the evening, “How long are you gonna talk our ears off about this?”
And listen. Cameron’s best mate was Tim. People often didn’t realize how anxious she got, how long it could take her to engage- whether with a large group or just a one on one with someone new. But Tim and Jake and Talia and all their other mates knew, and they saw the way Cam’s eyes widened, the way her fingers twitched and grasped at the cards in her hands, the way she kept trying to swallow but couldn’t like her throat had suddenly gone dry.
And his date didn’t seem done.
“I mean honestly though?” She scoffed again, “Tim, baby, this is supposed to be our third date. I thought you wanted me to meet your cool mates and play some drinking games before we went back to your place for some fun, not to listen to some science lecture.”
“Timmy Smalls,” Talia said calmly, even if her blazing eyes were anything but, “You better make the right decision here.”
The blonde made a face, “That’s another thing- who came up with such a stupid stage name for you?” Giving a, what was probably supposed to be seductive, smile, she rubbed her hand down his arm, “I bet I could come up with a better one.”
Tim didn’t need to look at Jake’s carefully held composure, or Talia’s barely contained anger, or any of their other mates getting ready to be on Cam’s defensive. To be honest, apart from the glance when she’d initially interrupted, he hadn’t even looked her way.
No, all Tim could look at was Cam.
The way her eyes were glued to the table, her shoulders dropped from the excitement disappearing.
That wouldn’t do at all.
“She came up with it.” Tim told her, “Because she was the only one that thought I could do it. I think you need to leave.” He spoke carefully, extracting himself from her grasp and wrapping his arm around Cam on his other side, “And I think it’s best if you lose my number while you’re on your way out the door.”
He didn’t look her way once as she threw a fit, didn’t care that she was accusing him of taking ‘a boring know it all’s’ side over hers. Talia’s righteous anger got her out the door fast enough that it didn’t matter.
Tim just looked at Cam, “Come on, love. What do they do when the process is complete?”
He could’ve sworn his heart broke a little when she looked up at him, her lively gleaming eyes vacant and dull in a way that makes his lungs feel empty, “You guys don’t want to hear it.” Cameron was a saint among humanity, Tim was always sure of that because no human being should be as kind and graceful and generous as she was. Hearing her so soft and quiet wasn’t right.
“Come on, Cosmic,” he squeezed her around the shoulders, “We’d love to hear it. You know we never turn you down. If I remember right, they get the gas into the bulb and connect the wire leads?”
He knew that wasn’t right. They all knew it wasn’t right. But they knew she wouldn’t turn down the chance to teach them again.
“No, they get the gas into the bulb, and then connect the electrodes before the wire leads.”
And just like that Cam started coming back.
A lot of people wouldn’t guess it by looking at him, but Tim had the construction memorized fairly quickly. He’d listened to Cam ramble it off enough times, it was relatively easy to figure it out- especially once he called in Nicky, who he’d met at the studio, and Elladine, who was happy to do a favor for her boyfriend’s mate.
That game night had been months before Cam’s birthday, and she had wondered why he hadn’t had another date in the in between. The time he usually devoted to his flings or girlfriend got relegated to her, and she enjoyed it- hell, she basked in it!
But she still couldn’t understand why.
At least… she couldn’t until he was properly buzzing at the party Jake and Talia threw for her birthday. He kept excitedly reminding her that her present was at his flat, and seeing as they were sharing an uber back there when the party was over she didn’t think much of that. Tim could be scatterbrained, she assumed he had just forgotten.
Or, she assumed that until the two of them stumbled through his door, a giggling and tipsy mess, and he rushed over clumsy feet to drag a rather… large wrapped package out from behind his sofa.
It almost looked like an oddly shaped painting?
“What’s this?” She asked, Tim was presenting it so proudly, gesturing for her to unwrap it.
“Your present!” He grinned, and maybe it was the alcohol they’d shared, but she could’ve sworn his cheeks were flushed… almost like he was embarrassed. “It took me way longer than I would want to admit, honestly.”
Cam couldn’t help the curiosity, tearing the colorful paper carefully, until she came face to face with the back of a sign. “Uh,” she started to spin it around, hoping to see what it was, but he grabbed it.
“Wait!” She couldn’t help but laugh, looking at his slightly panicked features that quickly turned sheepish, “I just want to plug it in first.”
“Give me the full effect?” She giggled again, she couldn’t help it! He was so cute.
“Exactly, love!” He gave her his usual wide grin, “I knew you’d get it.”
So, Cam climbed onto the sofa, curling her arms giddily around her knees and watching as he dug through his mess of a floor to find the surge protector plugged into his outlet.
And then she saw the glow illuminating his face.
With sparkling eyes, she kept her gaze on him as he slowly spun it around, the neon lights spelling words she couldn’t bear being too hopeful to be real.
“T-Tim?”
He gave her that grin again, she wasn’t sure it ever faded, “What do you say, love?”
Her smile grew, eyes welling up with happy tears that she would blame on the shandies, “You know what I’ll say.”
He took her hand, laughing softly, “I still wanna hear ya say it.”
Beaming, because he was the only one that was ever as interested in her pointless lectures as much as she was interested in his, Cam squeezed his hand, “You learned how to make the cosmic letters.”
“You kidding me?” He laughed again, “I didn’t need to go out and learn it. You’ve been teaching me all these years.”
“I love you, too.” She told him gently.
And when she agreed to move into together less then a year later, they went to bed and woke up every morning to those glowing words above their heads.
Naked tours, DJ, rapper. These are your job choices. Like you needed money, sat your happy arse down, and decided these were the things you were gonna do. And then you wonder why no one in the Villa took you seriously.
Let’s talk about your comment on day one- telling Miles you’ll be MC’s future husband, and then not pursuing her at all. Rude as fuck. Like roll the tape back- oh wait, we can’t do that anymore because they murdered you and your season. Oh damn. Moving on-
In the same vein, at the Christmas reunion you were planning to moving in with Jen, meeting her parents, the full nine with all the eggs in the basket. And then you decided to make a move on MC? Weak sauce.
Speaking of weak sauce- the fact that Jake had to tell you it was gross to throw noodles at the wall to see if it was done. And you tossed tinned soup into the sauce for what? Who cooks for you that you didn’t know? Do you live on takeaway?
It’s send a cheesy message to your friend Saturday:
“Where you are is where I want to be. Your friendship is not just a word or a simple label, it's a place, a home far away from the darkness that is our chaotic world.”
