There was so much potential for the s3 characters, they’re all so attractive and have the opportunity to have such great personalities but🤡
they’re all just so....bland.
it’s like none of them really have any flaws or new sides that we can dive into. with the S2 characters, there were a lot of things to analyze and look into with each character.
Lottie not following her own rules, but expecting everyone else to.
Priya seeing herself as a victim and acting without thinking things through.
Bobby doing shady stuff and not being guilty until after he got caught.
these are just some examples but you get what i mean, they all have traits that we can go on about and look into. there’s nothing to unravel with the s3 islanders, there’s nothing interesting to discuss about them, other than literally the one trait they’ve been given.
me and @ariendiel discussed a fun theory about this season being like that “the good place” show, and i’d love the possibility of that and how unpredictable it would be. but i already know that there wont be a plot twist like that.... *sigh*
Bobby still felt stunned after the kiss, could still feel the way Cassandra’s lips had moved against his as the others looked on. It was just a challenge, you bampot. Don’t mean nothing.
He smiled a little to himself at the clue she had thought related to him. “This boy was caught naked in public.” He couldn’t say with all certainty that he hadn’t done that - he remembered one night in particular when Louis gave their local kebab shop a right treat, and couldn’t say for certain whether or not he joined him.
It was nights like that which encouraged him to apply for the show, after all - he wanted to find someone who’d bring that warmth with them without encouraging him to commit acts of public indecency. Unless she’s into that.
Cassandra would never. A perfect lady, more from Hannah’s social set than his own, she’d coupled up with Rocco and had been nothing but loyal since. Fucking bell-end. The idea of mugging off a girl like that...Bobby wondered when Rocco had managed to get weed smuggled in, because that was just fucked.
As if by magic, Cassandra appeared round the corner of the kitchen counter, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Bobby there. “Oh. Sorry, I just wanted a cup of--”
“Brandy?” Bobby joked, flushing slightly at her answering laugh.
“Maybe later. Just spoken to Marisol. Haven’t spoken to Rocco yet.” Her speech was clipped and precise, and he wanted to hug the tension out of her. But she was loyal - everyone knew that. Even Rahim had tried to graft on her on the first day and been soundly rejected. And yes, even Bobby thought Rahim was hot. He handed her a hot chocolate then, and smiled as she blew on it before taking a sip.
He could feel himself becoming flustered as he tried to speak then. “Cass--why did you--”
“Kiss you?” Cassandra’s eyebrows disappeared somewhere into chocolate curls, and she smiled softly. “Sorry if it was a little weird, I just--”
“No, it was great I just--didn’t think--”
“Why wouldn’t you--”
“Because you’re you and I’m--”
“Bobby--”
“I’m just me and I--”
“Bobby, shut up.” Bobby was nothing if not obedient, especially when it came to Cassandra McKay.
“I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to.” She must have seen the way his mouth opened, almost in outrage, and pressed a finger to his lips, stilling them instantly. “But I did. And I do.” She waited patiently for his brain to catch up, and smiled almost wickedly when his lips rounded and formed a little oh.
Oh.
“I do now, if you--” And this time it was she who didn’t manage to finish her sentence, as Bobby leaned across the counter island and pressed his lips to hers, tasting chocolate and warmth and her, all over again.
I've been in Tumblr since forever, but the most bizarre moment here for me was when I had this studyblr blog and I posted about something I learned in my italian course. People were pissed for talking about a word that i found cute and didn't have a direct translation to my first language and to this day I still receive hate messages.
Opinion: I wanted more of the boys to bring back CA girls, for the scandal but also for the new characters! I also wish a bigger reaction had been made if MC brought someone back
the boys bringing more girls back would’ve been....upsetting😔
it would’ve been funny if Jakub had brought back Emily or Siobhan though. then i’d also kinda want Priya to have brought Felix back, just so that Noah and Hope would both be single and in danger🤷♀️
it would’ve just been plain painful if Bobby or Gary did it, it doesn’t really fit their personalities to bring someone else back. i don’t know how more girls would’ve fitted into the group anyway. two girls get dropped on day 22, having like three more girls get dropped would’ve been a little much lol. i still would’ve liked to know what those girls looked like though.
and with the reaction thing, that was so boring! you’re telling me that if i’d been with Bobby since day one, done everything with him and stayed loyal, he would’ve had that little of a reaction?! NO! Gary would’ve had the same reaction, but they could’ve thrown in: “you catch Gary glaring at you, he turns as you look” or something like that at least.
Bobby would’ve made self deprecating jokes. “i should’ve guessed that she’d bring someone back. he’s way more of a catch then me, can’t blame her” *dies internally*.
and instead of forgiving mc immediately on the bean bags, they could’ve had their arms crossed, trying to hide their true feelings from her. maybe say stuff like: “so what’s he like?” i would’ve liked some pettiness or annoyance from them, we deserved it come on!!!
Having long since extricated herself from Rocco, who had yet to extricate himself from Marisol, Cassandra found herself next to Bobby, still covered head to toe in his own yellow slime. I need green, after all.
“I think this is the best day of my life.” Bobby beamed, and Cassie...
Cassie set to work, definitely successfully ignoring the way his lean muscles tensed up as she pressed soft curves against them. She certainly didn’t notice the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed, and his tongue darted out between his lips...but she did notice the way his face scrunched up when said tongue (which, remember, she had categorically not noticed) touched cold slime, and she giggled, the vibrations sending a shiver down both of them from more than the slime.
Cassie moved away then, but not before letting pianist fingers trail absent-mindedly down his bicep, feeling it tense before withdrawing entirely, grateful of the technicolour slime on her face (as well as everywhere else) to hide her blush.
“I hate this. We’re never doing this again.” Liar.
I don’t know if this is unpopular and obv a lot of work but I think it would be rlly cool if we could like customise our MC’s personality, like answer questions whether we’re extroverted/introverted or whatever and have that effect the gameplay
that would be a lot of work for sure. it would be nice to see how the islanders would react to each personality though. like if mc was more shy, would they all still be into her? or if she was really loud and outgoing.
if we’re talking s2, then the mean tweet mc got could’ve been different here too.
if she was loud and outgoing then the tweet could’ve stayed the same, but if she was more quiet and introverted then it could’ve been about mc not being involved in anything at all.
that could’ve also been an effect on the casa boys too :)
loads to think about here.... it would most likely be really glitchy if fb had done that though lol
“Why is Sung your sugar daddy?” Mason asks, uncharacteristically loud, and Sophia glares at him as always.
“Technically, Mayor Friedman is—” And everyone’s brows raise at that, Sophia shaking her head in response, seemingly uncomfortable at the very thought and it is Nate, wonderful Nate, who brings the conversation back to the point.
Cariad enjoys nights out as much as the next intern, but there are parts of their nights of which she is distinctly less fond.
Trying to drag Jackie from her pedestal atop the bar.
Holding countless girls’ hair back as they empty themselves in the bathroom.
Dealing with creeps at the bar.
“Come here often, princess?”
Cariad tries to be tolerant, she really does - but to sugarcoat things would do about as much good as putting lipstick on a pig. Ugly doesn’t begin to cover it.
“Um--”
“Sorry for keeping you, babe.” Bryce’s voice is sweeter than honey, lips on the shell of her ear making her knees feel like jelly. “Hope you weren’t waiting long?”
“Actually, we were just--” Her wannabe suitor actually puts a hand on her forearm then, palm clammy and heavy as lead. A quick glance at Bryce and he is angry, and she feels almost dizzy as relief washes over her in waves as he carefully removes the other man’s hand from her arm.
“Actually, I’m going to enjoy my date with my girlfriend.” It’s almost embarrassing how Cariad’s pulse quickens at Bryce’s touch, and the smirking lips at the column of her throat tell her he knows it too.
“Bye, bud.” Bryce holds eye contact with the stranger until he backs off grumbling, and then he turns Cariad around in the circle of his arms and offers a lazy grin.
“I’d say you were pleased to see me, princess.”
Cariad cannot help the thrill that runs through her at his lips so close to hers, and she forces herself to look him in the eye.
“In your dreams, scalpel jockey.”
But her fingers tighten reflexively in his jacket, and the wicked look in his eyes tells her that he knows just as well as she does that she is lost.
