rosedeclaire​

         shivers  at   the  mention  of  sand  in  her  mouth  …  every  night.    “  that  is  worse  than  the  spiders  while  sleeping  fun  fact.   please  do  not  re-remind  me  of  those  things.  ”    nose  scrunches  and  …  okay,   so  rose  is  being  a  bit  dramatic,   but  she  had  the  tendency  to  be  the  prim and proper  type  when  no  one  was  really  look.   usually  she  tried  to  be  more  outgoing,   always  saying  yes,   type  of  person.     “  my  girlfriend  …  my  ex,   she  says  i  am  cold  blooded.  i  suppose  it  is  true,   then ?  ”    rose  asks  the  other,   head  tilting  to  the  side.    “  we  are  to  be  cooking  soon,   the  area  will  warm  up  whether  from  that  or  the  people.   i  think  i  will  be  fine.  ”  

          a   soft   laugh   slips  past   lips   at   the   sight   of   the   blonde’s   disgusted   expression.      arm   brushes   against   forehead,   pushing   the   loose   dark   strands   of   hair   out   of   his   eyes.     “   my   bad,   but   you   did   bring   it   up   first.   ”     and   chopping   continues,   though   every   so   often,   he   steals   glances   at   her.     “   oof,   your   last   relationship   sounds   fun.     what’s   your   deal   then   ?     you   came   here   to   try   and   make   it   work,   or   are   you   looking   to   get   a   new   relationship   out   of   this   ?     ‘cause,   just   throwing   it   out   there,   i’m   kind   of   a   great   wingman.   ”     he   shrugs.     “   i   hope   we   have   a   bonfire   at   some   point,   that’d   be   nice.     if   you   get   cold,   though,   i   brought   some   warm   up   gear.     just   keep   on   the   dl.   ”

carriestm​

“ dorms? ” she questions, “ i thought it was more of a tent situation. either way, i feel the same. i can’t promise i won’t scream if a bug, like, crawls across my feet while i’m sleeping or something so don’t be alarmed if you hear it, ” the warning is given in jest but the sentiment is more real than carrie would like to let on. 

          “   honestly   ?     it   probably   is,   i   didn’t   read   the   brochure   before   coming   here,   so   i   have   no   idea   what   our   sleeping   arrangements   are   supposed   to   look   like.      though    i   sure   hope   these   tents   are   bugs   free,   but   just   in   case   they   aren’t—just   scream   for   me,   and   i’ll   come   and   fight   the   little   bastards.   ”

amarnoban​​

“thank you.” genuine compliments are always nice to receive; but deep down she wished it was someone else who would notice. a kind smile take over her features, because there’s at least one more person to feel comfortable around. “i’m not going to lie, i was very impressed with some people’s outfits, but if we have to run down the beach i might as well not trip and fall on my face. don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” amara adds, her face brightening. “really? i wish i had something to give in return, but i don’t think you’d feel comfortable in any of my skirts. i do have an extra baseball hat though.” considering how sunny the island was, the extra shade could really make a difference. “i think we’re all here for different reasons…” extending her hand, she glances up to him. “i’m amara and honestly, i can’t agree more. if we stick together, we might as well make it out in one piece.” nodding her head slowly, a sigh escapes her. “don’t worry, i’m not really a fighter. what i can do is run – and that’s something i’m good at. i get it; i miss my cat, i miss ice tea, i miss home. i can’t say i miss my phone as much, though, it seems like i’ll definitely miss a bubble bath soon.” 

          a   soft   smile   appears   on   his   lips,   and   he   gives   her   a   short   nod.     “   right   ?     some   people   really   went   all   in.     it’s   kind   of   impressive.     i   wonder   if   they’re   going   to   put   this   much   effort   every   day.     and   honestly,   i   feel   a   little   bad   for   them   because   i’m   not   trying   at   all,   ”     he   jokes,   because   maybe   talking   to   someone   with   no   prospects   of   dating   them   is   easy,   it’s   what   he   needed   in   this   island.     “   thanks,   and   yeah,   as   much   as   i   appreciate   the   skirt   offer,   i   think   they’ll   look   better   on   you.     i’ll   take   a   cap,   though.     kinda   brought   some   beanies,   kinda   don’t   think   i’ll   be   using   them.   ”     he   reaches   for   her   hand,   slow   shaking   it.     “   enzo.    it’s   really   nice   to   meet   you.     i’m   great   at   hiding,   so   we’ll   make   a   good   team.     you’re   not   missing   your   phone   ?     damn,   now   i’m   really   embarrassed.     and,   yes,   bubble   baths.     you’ll   only   get   those   in   paradise,   i   suppose.     which,   by   the   way,   we’ll   have   to   pick   someone   to   go   with   soon.     anyone   in   your   mind   yet   ?     ‘cause   i’m   a   decent   wingman,   you   know.   ”

amarnoban​

“yeah?” glancing down at her outfit, amara’s not sure if she even tried hard enough ; considering this wasn’t a place she 100% wanted to be. “thank you. i tried to bring things that are actually comfortable.. hoodies are always a great idea, who doesn’t want to keep warm? remember my words, everyone will come to you asking for one when it gets cold.” if she was lucky enough, amara would remain invisible and enjoy the sun in the island. “i’m not exactly sure if i want to be here, but you know –  if i come out with more friends and new potato recipes, i consider it a small victory.” the brunette mused, before bursting into a laugh. “boogie hotel? i guess that’s a way to put it. hide the knives, and hide your favourite hoodie. you never know what people can come up with in order to make you go to paradise with them. though, i promise – the only reason i would think about going to that hotel is iced tea. i don’t think we’ll be getting any of that anytime soon. is there anything you already miss from the civilised world?” 

          “   yeah,   ”     he   reassures,   though   he   should   tell   her   she   looks   beautiful,   make   her   blush.     and   yet,   he   doesn’t.     it’s   just   not   him,   and   he   won’t   play   a   character   in   reality   tv.     thus,   even   though   honest,   compliments   are   kept   simple   and   short.     “   i   get   it.     comfortable   beats   fashionable   for   me   too.     i’m   not   much   of   a   dress   to   impress   kinda   guy.     i’m   all   about   staying   warm.     and   you   know,   i   don’t   doubt   they’ll   try,   but  i’m   pretty   attached   to   my   hoodies.     let’s   just   keep   my   collection   between   us,   ‘kay   ?     though   if   you   need   one,   don’t   hesitate   to   ask.     i   can   spare   one   for   you,   ”     he   tells,   clearing   his   throat   before   continuing,     “   well,   you   might   not   want   to   be   here,   but   i’m   glad   you   are.     everyone   is   so   focused   on   dating   the   hottest   contestant   they   can   find,   and   you’re   just   vibin’   with   me.   ”     a   smile   slightly   tugs   at   the   corners   of   his   lips,   threatens   to  reveal   his   gladness.     “   don’t   go   around   giving   them   any   ideas,   alright   ?     this   place   will   turn   into   hunger   games   if   people   are   desperate  enough.   i   miss   my   kitchen.     my   dogs,   but   i   was   missing   them   even   before   coming   here.     does   it   make   me   look   bad   if   i   say   i   miss   my   phone   too   ?   ”

oliverkeating​

       ❝ the tents ? not yet , but i’m definitely interested in checking them out. that and the watering hole area . ❞ the man affirmed, ❝ doesn’t seem like we’ll get much luck on the food situation, unless we start trying to retrieve our own from the island . ❞ 

          “   is   it   tents   ?     i   thought   there’d   be   bunk   beds   or   something.     we   don’t   do   much   camping   where   i’m   from.     you   think   there’ll   be   sleeping   bags   too   ?   ”     he   sighs.     “   i’m   not   too   worried   about   our   food   situation.     i’m   pretty   good   in   the   kitchen.   ”

noknois​

“Well, if you wanted to share a bed tonight, then you should have just said so,” Taeng teased with a wiggle of her brows. “Should we get set up for the evening then?”

          “   uhm,   did   i   give   that   impression   ?     that’s   not   really   what   i   meant   —   ”     he   says,   fingers   carding   soft   brown   locks   as   gaze   avoids   hers.     “   do   you   know   know   where   it   is   though   ?   ”

amarnoban​

“… yeah, i was curious to see where i’ll be tortured for the next couple of weeks, and what to pack. uh – thank god, i’m not the only one thinking that then? i don’t think they necessarily need to fall in love, perhaps this could be the perfect way to test if they want to continue being with you or not. it is weird, though. really weird. you do? so do i. pinterest is my best friend, but i think we have to be creative around here.. i’m not sure if leaving us in charge of knives is a smart idea.” hunger or partner games was meant to always end up badly, no? 

          “   nice   work.     with   packing,   i   mean.     i   like   your   outfit.   ”     if   that   is   an   attempt   at   flirting,   he   certainly   failed.     “   should’ve   done   that.     i   brought   a   couple   hoodies   and   sweats.     though   they   won’t   necessarily   go   to   waste,   i’ve   been   told   it   gets   chilly   at   night.   ”     a   shrug   of   shoulders   before   he   continues,     “   absence   makes   the   heart   grow   fonder,   no   ?     maybe   dating   other   people   makes   you   realize   you   like   the   person   you   came   with.     i’m   not   so   sure   that’s   my   case,   but   could   be   yours.     i’m   not   too   worried   about   food   here.     i   know   over   70   different   potato   recipes   by   memory.    even   if   we’re   only   provided   potatoes   for   the   next   weeks,   i   can   wip   something   up.     though,   knives,   in   a   deserted   island   full   of   attractive   people   and   their   exes,   when   the   main   goal   is   to   date   and   go   to   a   boogie   hotel   with   anyone   but   your   partner   ?     kinda   feels   risky.     maybe   we   should   hide   the   knives.   ”

nazlifm​

the pouting is unnecessary, and she knows it. he is too fluent in everything she is, the good, sure, but especially the bad and ugly. that comfort is more worth more than anything else, she thinks. the desperation she feels at losing it was the driving force that landed them here, and asking if she knows that is also redundant. her gaze does meet his, and though she doesn’t entirely believe him, she chalks it up to projection. “thank you,” she finds herself saying. “in case i didn’t tell you that yet.” she has, of course, but she figures the changing circumstances insist she do so again. she wants to lean in and kiss him, but she doesn’t. she fights the impulse by reaching up and taking his hand, placing her lips on his fingers instead. “now come on.” she stands. “let’s go see if we actually do have beds or if i just jinxed us again.”

          they’re   too   different,   they   don’t   match,   they   aren’t   meant   to   be—it’s   what   he   thinks,   what   he   believes   in.     and   yet,   something   always   pulls   him   in   her   direction.     the   toxicity   of   their   relationship   is   always   momentarily   forgotten   when   voice   softens   and   gazes   meet.     “   you’re   welcome.     let’s   just   be   ourselves   and   try   to   figure   this   out.   ”     a   smile   pulls   at   the   corner   of   his   lips   with   her   gesture   of   affection,   even   as   he   fights   against   it.     “   god,   i   swear,   if   i   have   to   sleep   on   the   floor,   i’m   going   to   complain   harder.   ”

vivianfm​

❛  sounds  like  you  were  dragged  here  ,  uh  ?  and  if  you're  doing  this  for  love  then  you  definitely  think  you  and  your  partner  are  going  to  get  out  of  here  together  .  cute  ,  ❜  she  smiled  .  vivian  wasn't  so  sure  if  her  relationship  would  survive  this  game  ,  she  and  marisol  were  clearly  not  on  the  same  page  about  their  relationship  so  the  opportunity  to  meet  someone  who  might  be  a  better  fit  for  her  was  the  selling  point  of  the  experience  .   ❛  well  ,  maybe  you  can  show  me  there  after  the  show  ,  be  my  private  guide  ,  ❜  she  joked  .

          “   i   was,   yeah.     not   necessarily,   it’s   more   for   the   idea   of   not   arguing   for   months   over   not   giving   this   whole   experience   a   try.     trust   me,   we’re   anything   but   cute.   ”     maybe   he’s   exaggerating,   but   the   bad   and   the   ugly   of   his   relationship   lingers   longer,   hurts   harder,   and   is   way   more   frequent   than   the   happy,   good   moments.     “   no—of   course.     i   know   brazil   like   the   palm   of   my   hand.     i   wouldn’t   mind   visiting   again   soon,   it’s   been   a   while.   ”

Endless gifs of Henry Zaga — Trinkets: “ Supernova ”.

amarnoban​

“it looks better than the pictures, that’s for sure. is it? it sounds ideal, falling in love in an island like this, but what if they want to distract you? what if this is a different version of hunger games? just kidding. cooking here will be eventful though, remember my words.” 

          “   you’ve   seen   pictures   before   coming   here   ?     you’re   doing   better   than   me.     in   theory   it’s   great,   but   to   think   your   ex   is   in   this   island   with   you,   witnessing   you   fall   in   love   with   someone   else,   and   watching   them   attempt   to   do   the   same,   that’s   what   makes   it   weird.     your   hunger   games   idea   doesn’t   sound   too   bad   now.     hey—i   love   to   cook,   so   a   challenge   is   always   welcomed.   ”

formidablc​

“i’m sure the show wouldn’t let us starve or die of dehydration, so of course i’m more concerned with the dorms.” rena tilted her head towards the area of interest before looking back at enzo. “i happen to have a certain standard for where i lie my head down, so wanna come with me to check it out? i’m rena, by the way.” she flashed him a dazzling smile and took a teasing step towards the dorms.

           “   i’m   glad.     i’d   commit   murder   if   my   ex   ended   up   bringing   me   to   survivor   or   something.     i’m   fine   with   cooking   our   dinner   every   day,   even   walking   to   get   our   water,   but   hunting   our   own   food   ?   ”     head   shakes   as   shoulders   heave.     “   no   standards   here,   just   looking   for   a   place   to   hide   until   the   euphoria   of   meeting   hot   single   people   settles   down   a   little.     and   yeah,   lead   the   way,   ”     he   says,   mirroring   her   smile—though   it’s   certainly   less   bright   than   hers.     if   anything,   it’s   polite.     “   enzo.   ”

junipcrs​

         “  gonna  be  completely  honest  with  you  ,  ”  she  starts  ,  taking  in  a  deep  breath  .  “  no  i  haven’t  .  aren’t  we  pretty  much  just  glamping  ?  we  could  go  check  it  out  now  before  someone  attempts  to  task  us  with  cooking  ?  ”

          “   are   we   ?   ”     brows   knit,   her   words   almost   makes   his   head   spin.    “   i’m   really   going   in   blind   here.     i   don’t   know   much   about   this   show,   other   than   i’m   supposed   to   watch   my   ex   date   other   people   and   flirt   my   way   into   some   fancy   hotel.     you   know,   i   wouldn’t   hate   being   tasked   with   cooking,   but   sleeping   arrangements   are   more   important,   so—let’s   go.   ”

nazlifm​

she stares at the ground, stick in her hand as she draws small flowers in the dirt. the voice pulls her from her thoughts, brow arches, and she thinks about going back to her mindless doodle. of course, she doesn’t. she is the reason they are here, no matter how it’s panning out. “no,” she sighs, shoulders lifting. “i guess i should offer up my back as a pillow since, well, you know.”

          the   roaring   silence   is   too   loud   and   it   bothers   him.     after   forcing   his   hand   into   participating   in   this   whole   experience,   she   should   at   least   try   to   have   a   conversation,   look   him   in   the   eyes,   right   ?     “   quit   it   with   the   self-deprecatory   jokes,   naz.     i   agreed   to   be   here,   didn’t   i   ?     then   i   agreed   to   sleeping   without   pillows,   sand   everywhere   and   watching   you   date   other   people.   ”     he   crouches   to   be   at   her   eye   level.     fingers   curl   under   her   chin,   slightly   lifting   it   up   so   gaze   could   meet   hers.     “   seriously,   it’s   cool.     and   i   did   say   i’d   complain   the   whole   time   i’m    here.     let’s   just   go   check   it   out.   ”

          (   𝐟𝐭 ˒     @nazlifm   )

Parks and Recreation: How a Bill Becomes a Law (5x03)

vivianfm​

❛  what  are  you  talking  about  ?  i  mean  you're  cute  ,  you  were  the  one  who  started  the  conversation  ,  you're  not  being  weird  or  a  creep  so  i  think  you're  just  fine  .  just  because  it's  a  dating  show  doesn't  mean  you  have  to  go  around  flirting  with  everyone  .  of  course  it  helps  ,  the  more  people  like  you  ,  more  chances  you  have  of  staying  in  a  hotel  ,  but  if  you  don't  mind  sleeping  on  tents  for  a  while  ,  just  be  you  ,  ❜  she  shrugged  .   ❛  the  beaches  are  incredible  ,  i  went  to  rio  de janeiro  since  that's  where  the  action  happens  ,  but  i  would  love  to  know  other  states  ,  other  beaches  .  ❜

          “   this   just   isn’t   much   my   scene,   but   i’m   glad   i’m   not   giving   out   creepy   weirdo   vibes.     the   things   we   do   for   love,   right   ?     as   i   see   it,   that   concept   is   more   about   popularity   than   building   connections,   but   hey—i   won’t   talk   your   ear   off   about   this.     and   thanks,   i   appreciate   the   advice.   ”     a   sincere   smile   appears   on   lips.     “   rio   is   everyone’s   go-to   destination   when   going   to   brazil,   but   i   think   north   eastern   beaches   are   way   better.     rio   is   just   too   overcrowded   during   summer.   ”

rosedeclaire​

         “  suddenly  i  am  very  scared  of  sand  getting  into  the  potatoes  -  it  would  be  less  noticeable  if  it  were  in  fry  form,   no ?  ”    and  maybe  some  people  were  squeamish  about  accidentally  eating  sand.   rose  had  simply  already  accepted  it  as  a  part  of  her  fate.    “  start  chopping  up  the  veggies ?  ”   she  asks,   handing  him  the  lettuce.

          “   yeah,   there’s   no   way   we’ll   cook   dinner  every   night   with   sand   all   over   the   place.     there   must   be   a   lid   or   something   in   the   cupboard.     but   you   know,   fun   fact   or  whatever—we’re   in   a   deserted   island   and   every   person   here   will   end   up   eating   sand   in   some   way   or   another.     it   gets   too   windy   at   night.   ”     he   washes   his   hands,   dries   them   on   a   kitchen   towel   and   drapes   it   over   a   shoulder.     “   speaking   of,   aren’t   you   cold   ?     it’s   pretty   windy   now   and   the   temperature   must’ve   dropped   a   few   degrees   since   we   got   here.   ”     with   fresh   vegetables   placed   on   the   board,   he   pluckers   a   knife   from   its   wood   holder   and   begins   chopping.