#brilliant

[dapperpea]

EXCUSE ME??

[reality-detective]

This 👇 is actually brilliant 🤔

Everyone needs a Granny 🤔

[shitpostingsapphic]

I think someone on Twitter said that Caitlyn went from Count Fagula to Captain Strap and I haven't been able to stop laughing about it

[birdy-babe]

Stolas referring to Blitzo using light metaphors <3

[dinosaurwithablog]

Whoa!!! How long did that take to build? It's incredible!! I love the way that it fell in different and unexpected ways!! Brilliant!! Phenomenal!! Can you tell I'm impressed? 😁😍👏🏽

[junemo10]

Merlin: *Sneaks into the castle at 2am after fighting a magical evil*

Arthur: *turns around in a swivel chair* care to tell me where you were?

Merlin, hiding magical object behind his back: uh I was… with Gwaine!Tavern nights you know…

Gwaine: *also turns around in swivel chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* wait- help I can’t stop-

[constantly-deactivated]

Cheap Lighting 🤔

[dinosaurwithablog]

Jimi Hendrix is the greatest guitarist who ever played a guitar. I've felt this way since 1967!! I miss him still. Thank you, Jimi, for all the phenomenal music that will live on forever!! 😁😍🙏🏼🎸

"I see you in the next world... don't be late"

Jimi Hendrix Voodoo Child

[diaz911]

I relate to the 9-1-1 writers the most when they're like we want to put our blorbos in situations but we don't care about the situations outside of how they affect our blorbos.

Like, I can hear the writing voices being inspired.

It'd be awesome if Chris and Buck got lost in a tsunami. It would take LA years to recover from that. The city would be devastated! No, everything is fine once Buck and Chris are safe.

Oh, put them all in a city-wide blackout! How will it happen? I don't care. Will we catch who did it? We will not.

Bobby and Athena's cruise ship is blown up by terrorists! Why would they do that? Uh ... crypto??? Do we catch the terrorists? We do not! They get away, but Bobby and Athena have DRAMA!

[thearchercore]

locals seeing the light of lestappen bc they're just now realizing max only ever apologizes to charles is the funniest outcome of this year's austria gp

[reality-detective]

Brilliant Guy 🤔

[whytheylosttheirminds]

It was the way you owned the room, your confidence radiating like fire and drawing him closer, closer, closer until he swore he could feel the heat of your skin even from across the room.

✨this was so sexy and gorgeous, you captured the theme perfectly. Why was I holding my breath like I was Rafe? ✨

𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚!𝙧𝙚��𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝐱 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

Rafe Cameron never thought he'd end up here.

Wedged into the corner of a darkened club, cheap whiskey burning in his throat, and his pulse thrumming louder than the bass rattling the floors, his blue eyes tracked you. Every move you made, every tantalizing sway of your hips, every lingering brush of your hands over your skin, had him gripped.

It had started so innocently—or so he liked to tell himself. He’d been dragged to the club for his birthday, Topper and Kelce insisting they celebrate properly. He hadn’t expected much—just another blur of drinks, loud music, and meaningless conversation to fill the night.

Then he saw you.

You weren’t like the others. Sure, the club was crawling with girls who wanted attention, who wanted someone like him to throw money at their feet, but you? You didn’t ask for it. You commanded it. The way you moved, so slow and deliberate, made it impossible to look away. Like you knew you could ruin a man with just one look, one brush of your fingers against his jaw, one roll of your hips—and you reveled in it. You teased.

Rafe was fucked from the start.

At first, it was just interest. Curiosity, maybe. He’d drop in here and there, slipping into the back where the shadows swallowed him whole. He told himself he was just here for the distraction. But that didn’t explain why he knew every one of your routines now, why he waited with bated breath for the exact moment the lights shifted to purple and gold, signaling you were next.

The first time you looked at him—really looked at him—Rafe forgot how to breathe. It was during a slower song, the kind that demanded every man in the room stop and pay attention. You strolled toward the front of the stage with that lazy, knowing smile, and when your eyes caught his? A flicker of recognition. Maybe you’d seen him before, lingering in the shadows. Maybe not. Either way, it didn’t matter.

You crooked your finger, a silent dare, and Rafe…

Rafe didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

That night, he swore he could hear your laugh in his head as he left the club. Mocking. Sweet. Dangerous.

It spiraled after that.

What started as occasional visits turned into excuses. Late-night drives. Ignored phone calls. Missed parties. Anything to make sure he ended up in your club, in your orbit. He justified it to himself, said he just liked the show.

But he knew it was more than that.

It was the way you owned the room, your confidence radiating like fire and drawing him closer, closer, closer until he swore he could feel the heat of your skin even from across the room.

It was the way you smiled like you had secrets—like you knew his secrets.

And it was the fact that every time you looked at him, you stayed just out of reach, leaving him stranded with nothing but the ache in his chest and a taste of what he couldn’t have.

You had Rafe starving for you, and you fucking knew it.

It came to a head on a humid Friday night.

Rafe’s veins buzzed with anticipation as he slid into his usual spot—close enough to see you, but far enough to remain unnoticed. Or so he thought.

Tonight, you wore black. Simple, sleek, the fabric hugging every curve like it was molded to your body. The crowd murmured with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the music started to hum low and slow through the speakers. Rafe swallowed thickly, gripping the glass in his hand as you stepped onto the stage.

God, you were something else. A siren wrapped in silk. You moved to the music like you felt it in your bones, rolling your hips to the beat, your fingers dragging over your collarbone and down, down… just stopping short of teasing the crowd too much. Your smile was wicked as you turned, back arching, giving everyone a view that had half the room groaning under their breath.

Rafe couldn’t take it. His jaw clenched, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every second.

Then you turned to face the crowd again, and this time?

Your eyes landed right on him.

His heart stopped.

You tilted your head slightly, that teasing smile curving your lips, and without breaking eye contact, you crooked your finger again. The same dare. The same challenge.

Come closer.

And this time, Rafe moved.

He didn’t know what the hell he was thinking as he approached the stage. The crowd around him blurred into nothing, all he could see was you. When he reached the edge of the stage, you leaned down, face so close to his that he swore he could feel your breath on his lips.

“Took you long enough,” you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. The words shot straight through him, leaving him raw, exposed.

He wanted to say something back—a quip, a challenge, something to take the power from you—but all he managed was a shaky inhale as you straightened and turned your back to him again.

This time, though, you didn’t stop there.

The crowd erupted into shouts and whistles as you stepped off the stage entirely, heels clicking against the floor as you made your way toward him. Rafe went still, barely able to process what was happening as you came closer, closer—until you stood directly in front of him, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Sit,” you said, nodding toward an empty chair nearby.

He didn’t argue. Couldn’t.

Rafe sank into the chair, his heart thudding hard in his chest as you closed the space between you. The music shifted, slower now, the kind of rhythm that begged for trouble. You started to move again, this time just for him.

Your hands ghosted over your body, teasing him with every brush of your fingers against your skin. You swayed your hips slowly, your gaze locked on his like you were daring him to look away. Rafe’s throat went dry, his hands curling into fists against his thighs as you leaned closer, so close your chest nearly brushed against his.

“Can’t touch me,” you whispered, your lips so close to his ear he swore he could feel them. “Rules are rules, baby.”

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his jaw ticking as you pulled back just enough to smirk at him. He felt like he was losing his mind. You moved around him slowly, dragging your fingers over his shoulders, your nails scraping lightly against his neck as you leaned down to whisper again.

“Do you like watching me, Rafe?”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name on your lips, his eyes dark and wild as they met yours. You didn’t wait for an answer. You didn’t need one. You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

The music continued, but Rafe wasn’t sure he could last another second. His skin felt too tight, his chest heaving as you circled him again, your fingers grazing the line of his jaw as you leaned in one last time.

“You’re not very good at hiding it,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement.

“Hiding what?” Rafe rasped, the words barely audible.

You smiled.

“How bad you want me.”

Rafe didn’t remember the rest of the night. The club, the music, the other people—it all faded into nothing. All he could think about was you. Your voice, your touch, the way you looked at him like you could see straight through him.

He was fucking wrecked, and it was all your fault.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t stop.

Rafe didn’t want to stop.

He wanted more.

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credits to @anitalenia for the divider <3

[eterniravioli]

if you close your eyes, you can hear silvia having an aneurism

source

[clopeh-sekka]

My dear lord and saviour Cale, I do not deserve to behold your awesomeness. I, a mere mortal, is blessed to look upon thy holy figure whilst you cough up blood. I shall obtain the concrete that your holy blood hath stained and keep it in my family for the rest of time as a priceless heirloom that shall inevitably outlast my existence, just as you shall.

Absolutely sensational.

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love this art form!! It never ceases to amaze me!!

Tesla installation ...