#world talent

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

peter burke is so funny bc he’s a completely normal guy except he’s been obsessed with two people to a point of stalking (his wife and the conman he chased for years) but it’s fine bc they’re just as obsessed with him 😭???

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[mobius-m-mobius]

#there are two types of actors 😂💖

[rationales]

Majima Goro for the lovely @igari @kotaki — happy birthday!! 💖

[shotmrmiller]

re: rugby team ghoap

it'd been a one-off, seize-the-moment kind of thing. casual hookups aren't really for you, plus you distinctly remember your ex prating on about how the team would only be here for the weekend hence the absolute burning need to go, and you've got work monday.

goodbye, great knowing them. you'd traipsed out of the hotel room with your sneakers in hand, soap's used jersey in the other- a memento of sorts, a trophy. mild serial killer behavior but you reckon since you just became another pearl in their long string of conquests, the least you could do is take something with you that won't be gone with a warm epsom salt bath and a couple of days rest.

("would ye believe yer the prettiest we've ever brought back with us?" right. you know where you stand on that scale, and people like you don't typically pull men like them. another cringe-worthy comment like that and you'd mistake their interest with pity.)

you'd put both jerseys in the wash later that day, and the rattling of your washing machine marked the end of your exciting weekend.

or so you'd thought. from your side of things, you'd wiped your hands clean of their sweat, spit and come and went home, once again falling back into semi-familiarity, expecting to go to work feeling completely relaxed and loose, in more ways than one, while ignoring the photos taken of you and the "star players" at the stadium on social media.

(no one caught your face, what bloody luck.)

when you see them again, it's by pure chance. you'd been ordering a sandwich at a deli down the street, hand already reaching for your wallet when an arm curls around your shoulders, dark, coarse hair of a forearm brushing against your cheek.

cedarwood and citrus. it clings to your senses— a sharp, tangy reminder of that time you'd only look back on when the familiar pang of want pooled searing hot between your legs. small world, you suppose.

"didnae leave a note. stole my jersey. 'm surprised ye didnae leave us money on the table, bonnie." warmth flared beneath your cheeks but you didn't cow to his crude joke.

"i suppose i could've left a tip. what do you want?"

the playful lines around his eyes smoothed as his lips straightened into a firm line, his eyes frostbitten. you ignore the way his touch makes you feel trapped, tethered, a cage made of velvet.

"took my shirt and then didn't show up to a single game after tha'. jus' gettin' wha' i'm owed. unless he's yer favorite."

how can he be your favorite when you know nothing about the sport they play and have no interest in knowing?

"too bad. we come as a package. get yer food, we've a place nearby."

(simon had been nowhere near as good-natured as johnny had about you leaving without a word. made you spit out apologies with swollen lips, only accepted the ones that came with a fluttering of your raw pussy around the splitting thickness of him while soap condescendingly cooed in your ear about lessons having to be learned the hard way.)

[xlmibby]

one thing about rafayel - he stares at you. a lot.

it was a bit weird, at first, to be an object of fascination. pimples, stretch marks and not-as-perfect-as-you'd-like figure are normal. you know it. your insecurities dig their claws into your skin until it prickles, nonetheless.

so in the end, you want nothing but to scratch it and hide somewhere where his eyes can't reach. somewhere where your demons can calm down in the darkness and you finally stop thinking about all your little insecurities.

honestly, attention is a weird thing. it's kind of scary, kind of exciting... you're not quite sure if it's because of your overanalyzing your imperfections or the way rafayel seems to focus solely on you, but your heart races each time you catch him staring.

you definitely should hide somewhere; for the sake of your own sanity.

perhaps even then, though, you wouldn't be able to erase the burning weight of his gaze that always follows you everywhere you go, clinging onto your skin as if it's a part of you. everywhere you go, rafayel follows and keeps his eyes on you while closely observing... you're not even sure what he's looking at.

or maybe, just maybe, you don’t want to admit it in front of yourself.

because you can clearly see rafayel's eyes sliding over your collarbones and the swell of your breast down to your waist and hips. he watches with a breathtaking precision the way your lips move when you say his name and how the corners of your mouth curl up each time you try to bite down a smile. his eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment and then, glide down to your lips again. rafayel's breath hitches when you swallow and your throat bobs.

fondness bleeds into desire and reflects in rafayel's eyes. but it's only when his mouth trace over each mark and curve of your body - when rafayel mutters breathy words of praise for your beauty that end up being a muffled tremor against your skin - that you realize he wants you. all of you, just the way you are.

[jbaileyedits]

Jonathan Bailey in films highlights of his work on the big screen

(Emphasis on highlights, I am aware not every single film he has starred in is listed above.)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

[txttletale]

moffat's awful writing didn't get that much better between smith and capaldi's tenure but the latter is still much better because when capaldi's doctor says shit like "you will find that it's a very small universe when I am angry with you" he genuinely sounds like a wrathful immortal but when matt smith's doctor says "i! am! talking!" he sounds like a supply teacher who's lost control of the class

[jkvjimin]

dazzling hyung line cr. @jung-koook

happy birthday, dasha! @rjshope 💖

[doverstar]

can't express accurately how happy it makes me that c.s. lewis did not leave room for many interpretations in narnia. it's christian and you can't get around it. susan chose to care more about worldly things than what matters and he said what he said. the lion is Jesus. evil is evil and good is good and people have to choose. and that makes some readers angry because it's nearly impossible to ignore and they want to ignore it. they want it to be something else and they can't make it something else without making it not narnia. love that. that is doing it right

[musette22]

My god, I am SO proud of Sebastian. This wonderful, beautiful man has worked incredibly hard for everything he's achieved so far - and he's achieved so much already - and he's done it while staying true to himself and treating others with respect and kindness. He's a bright light in the life of so many people, myself included, but most of all, his mother's ♥️

How proud she must be, and clearly is, of her beautiful boy. They went through so much together, and overcame huge hurdles on the road to where they are now. And look at where they are now!! Together, at the Oscars, where Sebastian was nominated for Best Actor. That's huge.

Sure, he didn't win the Oscar, but he certainly didn't lose either. He has been winning at life and taking huge, important steps in his career for years now, and it is just amazing to see him receiving recognition for that from all corners. So many people are rooting for him. This just wasn't his turn - yet.

Sebastian isn't slowing down - he'll keep working and honing his craft, and his star will keep rising, keep shining brighter and brighter. This was just a first, amazing taste of everything that's still to come for him, I'm sure of it. In the meantime, I will be rooting for him every step of the way, and one day, maybe he'll win that Oscar. While it's not the be-all and end-all imo, he certainly deserves it, and so, so much more ♥️

[columboscreens]

[lisqueen]

Kathryn Hahn in B&W because yes, why not? Help.

[vertigoartgore]

Ozymandias and Bubastis commission by Carlos Dearmas (2025). Source