first of all, and this is not a news flash to anyone, butâŚthe casting this year was extremely disappointing. iâve watched this show for years and definitely noticed the difference in who they were scouting. not only were these influencers after fame, money, and exposure, but they were problematic and uneducated.
i mean, two people had to be kicked off the show because of exposed racism (yulissa, cierra), another several contestants had extremely public bigoted political views (austin, charlie, elan, zac, forgive me if i forgot anyone, i literally have dissociated from this cast already)!!! itâs not a season iâll ever rewatch bc i barely liked any of the islanders this year.
throughout the season, i despised ace (anyone with a gigantic tattoo of their own name across their back is not someone i would want to get to know and the way he behaved in the villa reinforced exactly who i thought he was) but was honestly shocked he and chelley didnât go to the finale. they were the only real couple in the villa at that point so i really thought there was a chance they were taking the whole thing.
controversial take, i know, but: iâm still not sold on nic and olandria. hope iâm wrong, but i just donât see enough chemistry between them to last. olandria threw the term slow burn around the villa A LOT but it seems like it might just be a cover up for the fact that she may just be uninterested. and thatâs fine! i just donât think she met her man. she knew nic the entire time and after 6 weeks in isolation, she STILL couldnât say her eyes were only on himđ¤ˇââď¸
i did vote for amaya and bryan but honestly it was a weak finale four and i was not happy with my options. bryan has a wandering eye thatâs been caught on camera dozens of times so i would say their days together are numbered. but they did have the strongest connection in the end. iris and pepeâs bond is only lust iâm pretty sure, huda and chris were a dumpster fire waiting to happen, and nicolandria is a pipe dream. also, to my recollection, all of them had only been together for, what, 5 days?
as for huda, i really canât say much at all other than donât excuse her behavior. the worst thing you could do for someone like that is to defend her actions (trust that she will do that enough herself). listening to her talk on tv, i notice a lot of blame shifting and distortions of stories based on who sheâs talking toâŚred flags are definitely all the way up. i really hope she gets better but itâs going to take a lot of work with a professional and desire to change.
my highlight of the season was megan thee stallion night. it was a fever dream that this cast didnât deserve.
warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way youâre thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!
a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.
of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.â¨itâs not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.â¨just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.
itâs a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone whoâs still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.
maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises youâd made when you were younger.
beneath the ache is a deeper, older fearâone that whispers youâll always be the one left behind, like before. that youâre somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.
your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.
you donât move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.
you turn to meet yoongiâs soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know itâs a weak attempt.
he doesnât bother asking how you areâhe knows youâll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.
besides, heâs learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counterâbecause even that couldnât comfort you today.
âdo you want to talk about it?â
you donât answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.
his eyebrows knit as he takes in whatâs on the screenâthe last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:
âweâre just not the same people anymore. i think itâs time to move on.â
his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.
pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.
your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.
âi donât even get why iâm this upset⌠i mean, thereâs been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but⌠but what if i couldâve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasnât paying enough attention.â
yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.
âhey,â he says softly, âdonât let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. thatâs more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. itâs not about you not being enough.â
you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.
âbut what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?â your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.
âyouâre being way too hard on yourself right now,â yoongi says, voice steady and sure. âyou werenât quiet. you were there. and if someone doesnât meet you halfway, thatâs on them.â
youâre silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongiâs best qualitiesâthe way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.
you stay wrapped in yoongiâs arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.â¨thereâs a dull ache where something used to live, and itâll take time to stop reaching for it.
but in this momentâin his warmth, in his quiet steadinessâyou start to believe maybe itâs okay to let go.
â¨maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.â¨
