#cb: circle

[andy-clutterbuck]

[constehlla]

All Electras are made absolutely beautiful but the newer(?) Bochum Electra is SO PRETTY. The shiny silver look. The fiber optic ass mohawk. The perfect makeup. He’s so. yeah

[hashtag-naturalchickproblems]

How therapeutic was it for AJ and Paget to shoot those scenes?

This is what they deserve😭😭😭😭

[awigglycultist]

Reality TV proving we need more middle age women first with Angela this season of BB and now with Deb/"Rachel" on The Circle and I'm hoping Sue on Survivor will continue to do so

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #6

7/10/2024

[fabiosofabz]

#ghosts spoilers but low-key obsessed with the reaction Trevor had to Flower's unhinged recounting of watching her own death. Sheila Carrasco really fucking nailed the bit. And it was a whole ass goddamn mood.

[taniushka12]

HUH

evil's opening changes in the third season and with it a theory i've been cooking for a while. so, in the first opening you had these three images right?

looking at the second one my mind immediately latched to it as kristen's symbolism considering she's a psychologist (mind=>mind exploding, it makes sense at first glance), and if she fit that shot and there are three of them the next logic assumption was that the third (a crucifix falling into a milky substance) to symbolize david's struggles w/ lust

thats all fine and dandy, but for two seasons I kept wondering just HOW did the first image fit ben, being the only one left! was it because his family is muslim? that didn't feel right! so I wondered, and I dreaded what might happen to him in the future...

however

in season 3 the opening changes and with it of course the very first name that appears is kristen's actress with this shot

and its like, Yeah, Duh, Of Course that's supposed to represent kristen! dipping her fingers in this other world so to speak and also because of, you know, all the stuff she does in the past two seasons 😬

the second opening doesn't have the shot of the bust exploding but going back to the first one, and considering what we slowly learn about ben's background in science and also general skepticism, it makes perfect sense that he would be represented by it!

TLDR the three shots of the first opening represent Kristen, Ben and David in that order, in my opinion 😌

[misc-obeyme]

had to reach 220/250 of the current celestial blessings event to finally skip to box 2 and then it took me ONE SINGLE PULL to skip to box 3……. what even is this 😭😭😭😭😭

Celestial Blessing events are truly the worst for this exact reason.

I suppose they could say that the single pull balanced out the 220 requirement of the previous box but there’s no guarantee such a balance will occur. More often I feel like I have to pull way more to get anywhere. The ones requiring less pulls are few and far between!

Can’t they just give us regular events? They’re so much easier for my brain to deal with 😭

Anyway I feel your pain anon and I wish you luck for all future boxes!! And good luck to everyone trying to make progress in the event!

[theminionjcfucked]

Rubina and Makensy final two?

[brinleyparke]

TV Shows and Movies That Would Make Great Mobile Games:

Arrow

Community

Grimm

Hawaii Five-0

Kingsman

Lucifer

MacGyver

S.W.A.T.

Supernatural

[taemmin]

shinee comeback save me... shinee comeback..... save me shinee comeback

[babieken]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

n!!!!!💝💖💓💖💕💞🩷💞💗💞❤️💘❤️💝💓💖💕💞🩷💞💗💖💞

thank you so much :'((( i always feel so nostalgic when i get these... reminds me of the good old days on the hellsite...

[plumderland]

ms choerry from loona everyone

[torturedpoetspsychward]

i need lew einstein to be this level of slutty

[teddybear-zero]

as bad of an experience i had interacting with other atinys and arena staff at the Ateez concert i went to, it was so heartening to see how respectful and loving everyone was to Ateez themselves.

i really, really hope that i see carats giving Seventeen the same amount of love and respect on the upcoming tour

[er1nne]

rafe hates when you buy things without using his card

(do not copy or plagarize, original work) The Range Rover hummed quietly, its blacked-out interior wrapping you and Rafe in a cocoon of shadows and muted streetlights. It had been his idea to take you for a nail day—completely unprompted but not surprising. Rafe had a way of knowing when you needed a little spoiling, especially after the week you’d had. The air smelled like his cologne, something expensive and sharp, mixing with the faint scent of leather from the seats. You were reclined comfortably with both legs stretched out, your freshly painted white toes wiggling lazily as you scrolled through your phone.

Rafe sat in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. His thumb stroked absentminded circles into your skin while his sharp blue eyes flicked toward the darkened street ahead. Traffic was crawling, a sea of red taillights stretching endlessly ahead. Rafe didn’t seem too bothered, one hand resting on the wheel while the other stayed on your thigh. His thumb moved in slow, hypnotic circles against your skin, his blue eyes flicking between the road and the glow of your phone screen. He was calm—you liked him this way.

“What’s got you so quiet, huh?” His voice broke the silence, smooth but with an edge that always demanded your attention.

“Just trying to check out before everything sells out,” you mumbled, barely glancing up. You were busy, furiously tapping away as you finalized your cart. The latest House of CB drop was a battlefield, and you weren’t about to lose.

“Lemme see.” He leaned closer, his sharp gaze cutting toward your screen. When he caught sight of the digits you were typing, his brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Wait, is that your card?”

You paused, immediately bracing for what was coming. “Yeah? Why?”

Rafe let out a short, irritated laugh, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You have all of my cards saved to your phone, and you’re using your own card? What the hell for?”

“It’s not a big deal, Rafe.” You kept your voice calm, like you weren’t trying to spark an argument in the middle of what was such a nice day. “It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a humorless smirk. “Afford it?” he repeated, voice tinged with a certain tone to it. “Sweetheart, I literally pay for your life. Why do you even have a card? For decoration?”

You glared at him, but the faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips betrayed you. “Rafe—”

“No, seriously,” he cut in, shaking his head as if the idea itself was absurd. “What are you holding onto that thing for? Just in case I drop dead tomorrow and you suddenly need it?”

You huffed an air of annoyance as a pout covered your slightly glossed lips and starred out the car window. The car filled with an almost unbearable silence. His hand, which had been rubbing your thigh, went still.

He turned to glance at you a few times before looking back at the road, the corner of his mouth twitching with a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Afford-” he repeated again slightly scoffing, voice low and slow, like he was trying to decide if you were messing with him. “Do you even hear yourself?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms leaning slightly closer to his natural warmth. “It’s not that much.”

“To you. To me, that’s pocket change.” His fingers drummed a little harder against the steering wheel now, a restless energy creeping into his movements more obvious than ever.

“Rafe,” you started to whine, but he cut you off, shaking his head.

“Nah. Don’t start.” He turned fully to face you now, his hand lifting to cup your jaw, gently but firmly enough that you couldn’t look away. “Why do you always make this a thing? Is it so hard to let me take care of you? That’s why I’m here. To take care of you. You’re supposed to let me.”

Your resolve faltered under his intense gaze. He wasn’t just irritated—he was hurt. His words were a reminder, the same ones he’d given you before. Rafe wasn’t just possessive for the sake of it—he hated seeing you stress over anything, especially when he had the means to give you whatever you needed, whenever you wanted it. He didn’t want you holding onto burdens you didn’t have to carry. He’d told you before how it made him feel when you refused to lean on him, how he hated the idea of you ever struggling when he had the means to make your life easier. Rafe always told you how much he loved taking care of you, he felt proud to. Anything you ever want, he would give you, plus more.

“I’m not helpless,” you said softly, and it sounded weak even to your own ears.

“Did I say that you were?” he shot back immediately, his sharp blue eyes flicking from the road to meet yours. There was no trace of anger in his voice, just a steady, unyielding determination. “I know what you’re capable of. But you don’t have to do it all alone anymore.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze softening, though his tone stayed firm. “I’ve got you. I’m right here. You’re mine, remember? So stop making it harder than it needs to be. Let me do my job.”

Even while navigating the slow-moving traffic, his focus on you didn’t waver. His eyes flicked back to yours, holding them for just a second longer than he should have, but long enough to make your heart skip a beat. You felt the weight of his words settle over you, the quiet conviction in his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Rafe…” you started. You stared at him for a long moment before finally relenting, handing over your phone with a quiet sigh. “Fine. Just this once.”

He smirked, already deleting your card details and replacing them with his own Amex Black information. The confirmation dinged almost immediately, and he handed the phone back to you, smug satisfaction written all over his face. “There. Easy. Now you’ve got your shit, and I’ve got my peace of mind.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, cheeks warming as you avoided his eyes.

Rafe tilted your chin up, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. “Don’t thank me, baby. Just stop making this harder than it has to be. Just let me take care of you?” A small pout covered your slighly glossed lips as you responded to him in a small voice, "Okay."

“That’s my girl,” He smiled and leaned back in his seat, hand returning to your thigh as he glanced toward the street, his usual sharp focus slipping back into place.

You smiled slightly, your frustration melting away as you leaned into him. Because no matter how stubborn you could be, you both knew he’d always win in the end. And deep down, you didn’t mind.