I don’t know if anyone that follows this blog watches Love Island but something about it has really been frustrating me and I have nowhere else to vent these thoughts so lemme just post them here.

I love Montana and I get her frustrations with Camilla; her type of issues and behaviour is surely going to exhaust someone that doesn’t get it, and especially someone that has just met her and thus doesn’t know the origins or background of it. But at the same time, her attitude is something I’ve seen a few people express in the little I’ve ventured out into the “fandom” for the show, and it’s annoying to see. 

So many people seem to just expect Camilla to magically get over her insecurities and hang ups and they’re baffled that this is still an issue six whole weeks into the show. Montana basically said the same thing tonight, that no matter what she says to Camilla, it doesn’t seem to make a difference. And like duh??? If all it took was nice encouraging words for people to stop feeling insecure, barely anyone would have insecurities or anxiety anymore. 

Friends like Montana that get sick of her issues or are too exhausted to deal with her insecurities anymore are exactly the kind of thing that makes her self esteem worse. It’s a huge reason she was so hesitant with Jonny, and why she feels like she’s not good enough for Jamie - she can’t imagine him being able to deal with all of her hang ups. Camilla has expressed that she doesn’t like people feeling bad for her and she doesn’t want to burden people, and she thinks other people shouldn’t bother worrying about her. Imagine the hit her self esteem is going to take if Montana’s comment ends up getting shared in a competition, like the show tends to do, and Camilla hears it? Montana has been one of her closest friends and biggest supporters, she’d be so hurt. But at the same time, you know she’d just feel guilty for being a burden and apologize to Montana because of it, and ugh.

I get that it’s been 40+ episodes and it’s a plot that the show has covered a lot, so it feels repetitive for some people (and for Montana, being stuck in a villa with her, where everything is heightened, it’s A Lot), but in reality, it’s only been 6 weeks, so of course Camilla isn’t magically confident already, especially not when Jonny did a number of her self esteem earlier. This is a real person, she’s not a fictional character in a movie, where she meets a guy and by the end of the hour and a half, she’s got everything all figured out and she’s a changed woman. I know the show did a Sandy from Grease comparison with her, but it’s not that simple in real life. She’s made a lot of strides since the beginning of the show, but it takes time.

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Хващаш ме всяка вечер, а на сутринта ме пускаш. Оставяш ме да си припомням през целия ден откъслечни спомени какво е било. А аз нямам търпение да заспя отново и да видя какво въображението (м)ти е измислило за следващата нощ.)

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A fan made All Star season of Love Island The Game, using characters from season 1-3, whose personality or style I liked. I had it set in Haiti, since I’m half Haitian.

Girls(left to right): Iona, Sammi, Genevieve, Chelsea, Elladine, Cherry, Lottie & Hope

Guys(left to right): Levi, Henrik, Nicky, Jake, Tim, Tai, Bobby & Mason

Idk if I’m the only one thinking this, but uh… Oliver is THEE one this season.

The same way Bobby was THEE one for season 2. And they tried with Larry season 3.

I thought it was Will this season cause we all wanted him at first, but the difference in how they wrote Will versus how they wrote Oliver shows it all.

I literally melted each time Oliver asked this question, like huh?!

What if Fusebox gave us a polyamorous season of Love Island the Game?

I’m thinking that instead of single people coming in to look for a partner, the show can have couples come in looking for partner. Sometimes a couple will get added in, or sometimes a single person looking for a couple can be added in the show.

I feel like this would be a cool new spin-off to the Love Island show.

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I had a dream that Tai, from season 3 of Love Island the game, was a real person…

I almost didn’t wake up, guys

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The Nature and Ethics of Enjoyment in Modern Society

Recently there has been a lot of controversy in the UK over The Jeremy Kyle Show, after the sad news of a reported suicide of the of a guest who took part in its recording. Discussions of this show should function as a metonym from which we can extrapolate discourse to all shows of this nature. As Amol Rajan rightly asks

“…is it right to allow private trauma to become public spectacle? And is the…

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chapter three

noah/cmc rose/bobby litg s2 rewrite
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chapter wc: 3,568

She still had plenty of reason to worry — Noah could still have feelings for someone else, the new islander could still steal one of them from each other, the new islander could be someone that one of them fancies. It was probably best never to be comfortable on Love Island, especially not this early in.

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After her conversation with Noah earlier, Rose was feeling as confident as she could possibly be about the new prospect of a new islander. In stark contrast to the worried expressions and shaking hands of the other women in the dressing room, Rose touched up her makeup in a relative state of calm. She thought about her sweet conversation with Noah, about the careful kiss he’d placed on her cheek, his comment about keeping things fair. She’d managed to keep her gushing to a minimum when she ‘debriefed’ with Lottie, mostly focusing on listening to complaints about Rocco — of which there were many. He was a huge flirt and seemed to like all of the girls just as much as the one he was partnered with, which was already making the larger-than-life Lottie feel small.

“You don’t deserve that, babes,” Rose said, smudging her brown eyeliner with a q-tip. She was going with a slightly more natural look for their first party, having already removed the caked makeup from the day and started anew. “You have to have some sort of respect for your partner, even if you’re not set on staying with them.”

Lottie, in stark contrast with Rose’s toned-down makeup look for the night, was sharpening the wing of her eyeliner and applying an even deeper shade of plum to her lips. “Right? Disrespectful, that’s exactly how it is.”

“What’s wrong, Lottie?” Marisol asked, peeking around the mirror that divided them to intrude upon a conversation she was not a part of. “Things going poorly for you too?”

“I’m just hoping it’s a new guy tonight.” Lottie pouted. 

“What about you, Rose?” Marisol asked. “Feeling alright?”

Rose smiled, thankful at least that Marisol had dropped trying to call her nicknames. “I had a nice conversation with Noah earlier, we agreed to stick together for now as long as we have a choice. He’s a good guy.”

“Aww,” Lottie drawled. “Look at Noah being a gentleman.”

Marisol rolled her eyes. “At least one of us is doing well.”

Rose shrugged. She felt as though Marisol was oversimplifying things. She still had plenty of reason to worry — Noah could still have feelings for someone else, the new islander could still steal one of them from each other, the new islander could be someone that one of them fancies. It was probably best never to be comfortable on Love Island, especially not this early in.

“I’m going to get changed,” Rose said. Marisol’s negativity was infectious and negativity was the last thing she needed. “I’m pretty sure the guys are already out on the lawn waiting for us.”

Lottie agreed, “Good call.” And, before Rose had even gathered her clothes to go to the bathroom to change, Lottie had dropped her swim top and started changing in the middle of the dressing room.

Rose tried to hide her blush, looking away and back to her clothes cubby as quickly as possible once she realized what was happening. She grabbed the first dress she saw, a silky green mini dress with spaghetti straps, and all of the necessary undergarments, and ducked into the restroom. The bathrooms were as private as the Villa got, but even then there were a few cameras directed at just the right angles to catch important conversations by the communal sink and cheeky shots of islanders showering. It was a careful geometry looking at the mounted cameras trying to locate possible blind spots. After just one day in the villa, Rose was already tracing sight-lines every time she walked into a room.

She chose a corner by the toilet — undignified but certainly private — and began undressing. Perhaps, by the end of her time in the Villa, Rose would be less of a prude. Perhaps she’ll eventually become used to her body being seen and then blurred in post-production by some poor media intern. But she wasn’t going to press herself too much on the first day.

Rose dressed as quickly as possible, also aware that other girls getting ready may also barge in at any moment — there were no locks on any of the doors in the Villa — and mussed her hair once more in the mirror before returning to the dressing room. Thankfully, all of the girls were clothed once she returned.

“Ready, babes?” Lottie asked, flashing her stiletto nails as she held out a hand. She was dressed in a sleek black dress with mesh sleeves that showed off her tattooed arms. Her hair was pinned back to one side with a vintage-looking silver clip.

“You look nice.” Rose touched the clip on the back of Lottie’s head. “This is gorge.” She took Lottie’s offered hand and gave it a squeeze.

“It was my grandma’s,” Lottie said. “I’m wearing it for luck.” Rose found Lottie’s superstitions charming, especially in a place that felt so outside of reality as the Villa. It made her wish she’d brought something to be made a talisman herself, even if she’d never been the type to believe in that sort of thing before.

“Ready girls?” Hope called. She was standing with her arms crossed in the doorway, looking impatient even though she’d only just put her shoes on. “The boys are waiting.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “And they can wait a bit longer.”

Marisol trotted out of the bedroom, her shoes in her hands. “I’m ready!” She hopped on one foot to fasten a strap on her heel and then switched, fastening the other just as quickly. “Let’s go.”

Hannah, who had been much quieter in the dressing room than she had been the rest of the day, stood from her dressing bench. She wore a grave face and a simple sundress, looking much the same as before, the same long braid in her hair and the same light makeup on her face. Rose’s chest panged. She hoped Hannah didn’t feel underdressed. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said.

Hand in hand with Lottie, Rose took the steps down from the dressing room and then to the deck. Relief washed over her at the sight of Bobby and Noah idly chatting, it was heartening to see them getting along. It meant that whatever flirting she’d engaged in — purposeful or not — was not enough to create a rift in the Villa. Early days, she reminded herself, she had done nothing wrong.

“Hey girls!” Gary waved from the lawn. He had a completely different vibe in his evening clothes, looking much less like a typical lad in square glasses and nice jeans. “We waited for you!”

Lottie gave Rose a look and Rose understood her meaning at once: Gary cleans up well…

He wasn’t her cuppa but he could certainly be Lottie’s.

“We had to get our look right, you know!” Hope laughed. “Now the party can get started!”

The islanders whooped along with Hope, doing their best to shake the uneasy feeling left by the bombshell text.

“Thank you for waiting for us,” Rose said as she and Lottie separated, drifting towards their respective partners.

Instead of Noah, whom the thanks was primarily directed at, Bobby responded, “We didn’t mind one bit, lass.” He winked at her.

Rose smiled in kind, but took Noah’s hand and said, “Thank you both.” Being near the two boys at the same time felt like walking into an active war zone.

“Let me get you a drink?” Noah asked, ducking his head closer to hers as he spoke, effectively cutting Bobby out of their circle. “They’ve got all sorts.”

She squeezed Noah’s hand. “Lead the way.”

“So,” Noah said, voice quiet as he spoke only to her. “I heard talk of a girls-only full moon ritual tonight. Are you planning to take part?”

Rose laughed, recalling Lottie’s insistence that the full moon on the first night of filming was an omen and that they should take care to honor it by convening in the moonlight. She’d gone along with it in the moment because she wanted to befriend Lottie and earn her trust. She shrugged. “Might be a laugh,” she said. “Lottie is really something.”

Noah pouted. “I was hoping you’d prefer to get a head start on sleeping with me—“ He cut himself off with a startled expression. “I mean, er, on sharing a bed.” Shaking his head, he started over. “I was hoping you’d like to cuddle instead.”

For his sake, Rose demurely hid her giggle behind a hand. “I knew what you meant,” she reassured him. “But, sorry, I’m all about the girl code.”

“Was afraid you’d say that.”

“I was going to ask how you felt about sharing a bed, but I suppose I’ve got my answer.” From the corner of her peripheral, she saw the rest of the group descending upon the bar, she had to shift gears quickly in case she didn’t have time for this conversation later.

Noah seemed to understand her meaning perfectly, grinning ever-so-slightly and nodding in confirmation. “I’d be up for it as long as you are,” he said. “No funny business, of course.”

She leaned in conspiratorially, easing her nerves with a joking tone. “Do you think any of the couples are going to be up to funny business right off?”

“Lottie and Rocco I could see,” he said with no hesitation. “I feel like Rocco would try it with anyone, though.”

“He hasn’t much flirted with me,” Rose corrected. “I think he knows I’m not the type to try it with.”

“Or that you’re a terrible flirt,” Noah teased. “Can’t be bothered.”

“Hey!” She lightly smacked his arm. “Your manner of flirting isn’t much better, so I don’t want to hear it.”

He shrugged coolly. “Takes one to know one.”

Rose huffed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t keep the smile from her face, she could tell that Noah’s teasing was affectionate.

“What are you two on about?” Gary asked as he shuffled back behind the bar. It was now too late for Noah to make Rose that drink, so she hoped Gary’s bartending skills were up to par.

“Just chatting,” Rose said, sharing a sly grin with her partner. “Where’s Hannah?”

Gary rolled his eyes, not a good sign. “She’s upset about something again. I swear that girl has cried on me twice and we’ve just met.”

“Poor thing…” Rose took a seat at the bar and watched Noah do the same. She turned so that her knees were facing his, doing her best to keep him in the loop while she talked to Gary. Normally, at a pub with her friends, she wouldn’t be concerned with making such clear delineations between platonic and romantic encounters, but things were different within the context of Love Island. She didn’t want to strike up a conversation with a guy that she wasn’t interested in and have her actual crush get the wrong idea. Noah, for his part, seemed to get the message. He laid a hand carefully on her knee, glancing up for permission and gracing her with a smile when she gave it.

“I feel for her,” Rose said. “This is all a touch overwhelming.”

“But you’re not crying all over your lad, are you?” Gary scooped ice into a shaker with an unsteady hand. It was clear that he’d expected to have a much more enjoyable first day, Hannah must really be getting to him. “Do you want a drink?”

“What can you make?” She wanted to humor him while also changing the subject. She hoped he would launch into trying to impress her with his bartending knowledge.

“Not much, I was just going to make some vodka crans,” he said. Then, “Do you think there’s anyone else I can pawn Hannah off onto?” 

As she thought of what to say, Rose felt Noah begin tapping his thumb on her knee. She wondered if the gesture was simply absentminded movement or if he was anxious. It made her wish Gary would leave them alone so that she could find out. She said, “I don’t think that’s a nice way to think about your partner. I mean, it’s fine if you don’t like her but she is a person, no?”

Gary seemed to deflate. “You’re right,” he said. “Sorry.” As he began shaking the cocktail shaker, the other islanders gathered around.

“What are you making?” Lottie asked, shouting over the din of ice rattling against metal.

“Vodka cran.” Gary stopped shaking the drink. “Want one?”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief as the two began a conversation of their own, cutting her and Noah back out and into their own bubble. She leaned in close to his shoulder and waited for him to incline his ear. “You planning on doing any grafting?” She asked in a whisper, shooting a grin to let him know that she was half-teasing. At this intersection, though, she wouldn’t mind either way. There were people they both wanted to get to know better, but she also didn’t want to push Noah away if he happened to want to stay by her side.

He gave her a look. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“Not at all!” She frowned, trying to seem cool had backfired. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay glued to me out of obligation.”

Noah gave her knee a light squeeze. “It might be good to chat with some other people, but only if you’re okay.”

“I can take care of myself,” she assured him, and she expected him to politely reassure her again. What she didn’t expect was for him to immediately excuse himself, leaving her alone with Gary and Lottie. She hadn’t been lying when she said his grafting other girls wouldn’t bother her, but she couldn’t help but feel discarded in the moment.

“Everything alright, love?” Gary slid a pink cocktail toward her. “Where’s laddy off to?”

She took the drink and stirred it dejectedly with the tiny plastic straw he’d garnished it with before taking a sip. “Grafting.” The drink tasted much stronger than she would have liked, which is what she got for letting a crane operator bartend.

“Rose?” A warm hand landed on her shoulder, and she turned to see Bobby smiling wide at her.

She smiled back though her mind reeled, feeling a little like he’d caught her momentarily playing the role of damsel in distress. “Hi,” was all she managed to say to her knight in beachy, floral armor.

“Noah leave you all alone?” Bobby asked. “I thought better of him.”

Rose sighed, seeing no point in hiding what was obvious. “I told him he could,” she explained. “I just didn’t think he’d be so eager.”

“Well lucky for you—” He slid into the barstool Noah had left open with ease, his knees almost knocking with hers as she hadn’t had a chance to turn away. If he minded the proximity, it didn’t show. “I’m here to keep you company all you like.”

Despite her mixed emotions, Rose chuckled at Bobby’s cheerful demeanor and stayed put, allowing their legs to remain touching. “To be clear, I told him he could go.” She allowed her face to fall into a full-on dejected pout. “I chased him off.”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Forgive me, lass,” he said. “But I overheard. He’s not supposed to actually take you up on the offer like that.”

Not in the mood to chastise her partner, even if Bobby’s words were vindicating, Rose changed the subject. “How are you feeling with Marisol?”

He tapped his nose, then pointed with his thumb in a smooth motion, indicating Marisol’s approach to their left. He stood and offered a hand. “Fancy a chat on the daybeds?”

Rose nodded, taking his hand and sliding off the barstool before Marisol could interrupt them. She called to Gary, “Thanks for the drink!”

The dismissive way in which Noah had abandoned her may have left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it did its job to make her feel significantly less guilty in her desire to entertain Bobby’s advances. She allowed him to keep his hand wrapped around hers as they walked to the daybeds, ignoring a look from Noah and carefully dodging Marisol and Hannah along the way. When he finally let go, they were seated on the edge of one of the daybeds and far enough away from the other islanders that they wouldn’t be overheard. Of course, the cameraman that followed them was an exception, but he did his best to make himself scarce.

“I feel we haven’t gotten to chat at all.” Bobby’s hand fell gently to her bare thigh, grounding Rose in the conversation and making her forget the camera operator entirely. “I wanted to ask you something, though.”

Something about Bobby’s effortlessly casual way of speaking put Rose at ease. She’d never gotten along with men like Bobby before, usually finding quiet guys like Noah to be more her type, but Bobby gave her the impression that he was concerned only with her the entire time they were speaking. So far, all of her conversations in the villa had been distracted ones — the cameras and bright lights and new beginnings making it that much harder to connect — but speaking with Bobby was completely different, the conversation felt as intimate as speaking with an old friend.

“What’s that?” Rose asked, leaning closer to him as if she could further close off the rest of the world. She cracked a smile and joked, “And don’t ask where my head is at.”

“Damn.” Bobby sucked his teeth, feigning disappointment. “That’s exactly what I was going to ask, though!”

Rose shook her head, giggling. “I think I’ve already had enough of the villa speak.”

“Same here, actually,” Bobby said. Then, “I was actually going to ask you if it was alright that I kissed you during the challenge.” His voice was matter-of-fact, conveying uncharacteristically earnest thought behind the question.

“Oh…” Rose flushed, remembering the warmth of his rough hand on her chin, tilting her face up towards the sun so that he could kiss her cheek. The gesture had been so caring and intimate in the way he’d sensed her apprehension and asked permission. She almost couldn’t believe he was asking for reassurance when he’d been so careful in the first place. “Of course it was alright.” Her voice came out stilted, overwhelmed by the memory and by his thumb tracing intrepid circles above her knee.

Bobby took his hand away and leaned back on the daybed. A flicker of something resembling self-consciousness passed across his face, so quickly that Rose thought she might have imagined it. “You’re a shy one,” he said. His voice was soft like he was trying to match her level of energy. “I don’t want to — I don’t know —” He frowned, struggling to find the words. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if…” He trailed off.

It was a strange feeling, the ache Rose felt seeing Bobby shrink into himself. His confidence seemed to come so easily that seeing it slip — even momentarily — was jarring. She reached for his hand without a second thought, the desire to reassure him overpowering any apprehension or guilt she may feel about reaching for a man who is not her partner. 

“Do you really fancy me the most?” She asked, laying her hand gently atop his. “That’s who you were supposed to kiss.”

Bobby grinned, confidence back in a burst. “I do.”

“Then I see no problem, you just followed what was written on the card.”

“Is that okay?” Bobby asked. “That I fancy you? You and Noah seem to be getting on for the most part.”

“It’s day one, yeah? I don’t think it would be wise to put all of my eggs in one basket already.” That was how she felt, but it sounded much simpler said out loud. Inwardly, her head was already beginning to be done in by trying to quantify her feelings for the two men.

Bobby turned his palm up to face hers and closed his fingers around her hand, using their linked hands to pull himself closer. In a deepened voice that made butterflies swarm in Rose’s abdomen, he asked, “Are you saying you’d like to put some eggs in my basket?”

“If you’ll have them,” Rose laughed, answering without hesitation.

“Oh, I’ll have ‘em, lassie.” His accent went gruff, emphasizing just how keen he was. It struck Rose that this felt like a far cry from the conversations she’d had with Noah so far. While Noah was committed to playing it cool and only just letting her know how he felt, Bobby seemed to lay his intentions bare. “And for the record,” he added. “I’m prepared to earn a proper kiss from you.”

“Earn?” Rose’s voice caught in her throat, only allowing the one word to pass.

“Aye. Earn.” He raised her hand to his lips and ghosted a searing kiss to her wrist. The way Bobby cycled between easy jokes and confident flirting was dizzying, but the natural magnetism he possessed allowed him to pull it off quite well.

At a loss for words, Rose smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. In opposition to the burning stare she’d felt from Noah, Bobby’s gaze betrayed obvious infatuation. She could not be sure whether it would last, but she felt comfortable, for the moment, to bask in it.

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hiii it’s been a second, so sorry!! thank you all to everyone who has commented, reblogged, or messaged me about this fic, i’m glad you’re excited for it!! also i was gonna put a real kiss in this one but no. slow burns only. <3

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‘Love Island USA’ Moves To Peacock From CBS, Where Season 4 Will Be Aired.

Maybe We Should Change The Name

Of Love Island. We should change it to what it really is; hot people getting off with each-other and then ultimately becoming brand ambassadors and Instagram stars Island. Ok I admit it hasn’t got the same ring to it as its current title but at least it will be what it says on the tin.
I would like to make it clear that yes I am a fan, you don’t need to search through my old tweets, screen shot em…

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alright its time to vote gemma and davide out cus they are no where near the same age

luca just embarrassed himself

if davide picks gemma then that says a lot about him

akuasucc:

bra the way they butchered ikenna’s name…

idk that kinda rubbed me the wrong way especially since its an african name

bra the way they butchered ikenna’s name…

the way british people say really is disgusting

gemma a horse girl ?

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LMAOOOOOOOOO

paige telling davide that she reads mafia books

ikenna is so nasty

Bobby: wh-

Cody and Noel:

I want someone to look at me the way cody looked at marisol