#the talent code

[journeytoleadership]

The Talent Code by David Coyle

In The Talent Code, David Coyle explores how talents are created and nurtured throughout life. He first demonstrates that talent is a consequence of deep practice, is ignited and occurs in mysterious places and at different moment. The Deep Practice Process People with talent take time to practice, have a great deal of concentration and focus. They counterintuitively practice failure to make…

[cheezy-whizz]

shout out to homicidal homoerotic toxic best friendships in movies, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[hinamie]

hi!! I love your art and the jjk atla au has grabbed my brain in Ways That I Cannot Explain. i love them sm. also ty for the inuokko promise, bc trust they are my favorite ship ever (sorry itafushi, you guys are second place). i wish you well in the process and hope that everything goes smoothly for you!!!!

!!! thank u so much I'm happy u like my art and our little passion project <3 <3 <3

also. hm . inuokko u say :>

pov u look up and u see this ^

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[phantomrose96]

"Sorry boss it's just been a really hard day to focus at work. Yeah it's just every single person in the group chat knows how we could have fixed BNHA."

[riddlertrophy]

drew pixel sprites for the first time

[czitara]

Went to a ceramic painting session with my friend and absolutely had to make it GO themed.

After ditching the idea of doing two different Tartan styles on each side of my piece (one Crowley, one Azira coded) (because have you tried drawing straight lines on bowls???), I had the lunatic idea to draw something free hand.

Spoiler alert: I have 0 drawing skills.

Still think the result turned out rather nice 😇

The art I used as reference is further below. Anyone who knows the artist, pls let me know so I can tag them, thank you!!!

Will update once I get to pick up the burnt and glazed pieces ☺️

[hyade]

chengxian’s orpheus and eurydice motifs are going to slowly drive me to the brink of insanity but i’m cool with it

[dragon-flies-72]

Gens the type of person to know random trivia and skills. Like remeber how he just so happened to know the best paper plane design? He definitely knows how to do a range of just obscure things and random bits of information.

For instance he knows a range of different knots and when to use them, probably initially cause he was interested in those escape artists and fell down that rabbit hole. He knows flower languages, how to juggle, knows a large range of ciphers, knows the basics of sewing (had to learn for his magic tricks), best ways to tame certain animals like birds (he could probably bird whistle), he's also a fair bit more knowledge than the average person about lenses and reflection (also cause of his magic, perspective is an important thing and this is the reason he knew how telescopes work).

His skillset is incredibly complex because it covers a range of just obscure things, but it's the way he applies his knowledge that is his greatest strength. He constantly has to bed the traditional uses for regular things as a magician, so it's no wonder he can adapt well in the stone era.

[tonycries]

They warned him about temptation.

Not just the kind with horns and ruin, but the kind that smiles. That laughs when she shouldn’t. That walks through the gates of heaven like she belongs—when she doesn’t. When she shouldn’t.

Gojo Satoru saw you before you ever saw him.

One moment you were just a mortal girl in a temple garden, your fingers dusted with crushed rose petals, humming some half-forgotten hymn to the sky. And the next?

He was gone.

He was supposed to be above this. Above desire. Above longing.

But gods have weaknesses, and Gojo’s had always been curiosity. He watched you for days. Weeks. Every time you knelt in prayer, every time you whispered into the breeze, asking the heavens for signs, for guidance, for something real—

He wanted to be the one to answer.

So he did.

He came down in secret. Took form in shadow. Let his wings dim just enough to pass for a dream.

You still knew it was him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said, wide-eyed, not moving an inch.

“Neither are you,” he replied, gaze dragging over you like a sin. “Not in my dreams, anyway.”

Your breath caught.

And just like that, Gojo fell a little further.

⸻

He wasn’t supposed to touch you.

He told himself he wouldn’t. Just watch. Just talk. Just feed his curiosity until the hunger dulled and he could go back to being divine.

But you? You made hunger look holy.

The first time he kissed you, it wasn’t soft. It was a claim. His hands tangled in your hair, your back slammed against the temple wall, lips bruising and wet. He kissed like he was starving—like he’d never tasted anything real until now.

And you let him.

Hell, you kissed him back harder. Bit his lip. Moaned against his tongue. Whispered his name like a secret you’d waited lifetimes to tell.

“Satoru,” you breathed, breathless as he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against cold marble. “This is blasphemy.”

“Then worship me,” he growled, mouth dragging down your throat. “Or better yet—let me worship you.”

Clothes disappeared like mist. His hands—god, his hands—everywhere, reverent and greedy. He knelt between your legs like a supplicant, eyes flickering with leftover grace.

“You smell like temptation,” he said, voice wrecked. “Like prophecy. Like I was meant to fall for you.”

You trembled. “And if I fall too?”

He looked up at you like he’d never believed in anything until that moment.

“Then heaven’s fucked.”

And then he was tasting you—like salvation, like hunger, like heaven had never offered him anything half as good. His tongue moved with divine precision, and when your hips bucked, your cry echoed off stone and star alike.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t want to stop.

Because in that moment—he wasn’t a god. Not a weapon. Not a warning.

He was yours.

And he’d fall again and again if it meant hearing you say his name like that—hoarse, desperate, sacred.

⸻

They came for him not long after.

Wings torn, light shattered. He didn’t resist.

Only smiled—bloodied and grinning—when they dragged him back to the gates.

Because you had marked him. Claimed him in a way even the heavens couldn’t erase.

And somewhere, miles below the stars, you woke up alone in the garden.

But the roses bloomed brighter.

And the wind whispered his name.

He was falling still.

But now, he knew where he’d land.

In you.

XO,

🔖

MY HEARTTTTT 💔💔 OHHH TORU- YOU ☝🏽 HOW DARE YOU USE YOUR BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS SPLENDED WORDS THIS WAY ☝🏽 COME BACK AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ☝🏽

[cheezy-whizz]

I love movies with queer themes and violent well dressed men

[spirit-of-beetlejuiceblues12]

Siobhan Thompson, the woman that you are

[velidewrites]

Wow, Feyre, your hair looks just like Starlight!

— Feysand as Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle ✨

Part 1/3 of my dear friend’s @azrielshadowssing birthday gift! I love and cherish you so much - I hope you like this little Feysand treat! 💕

You can find Part 2 here!

[bruciemilf]

im genuinely wondering what is up with the batman fandom and like either being die hard stans that cant accept characters not being in the right all the time and having flaws ORRR hating the shit out of them and posting 500+ posts on how the fans of the character's need to die asap??? like im only a month into reading batman comics and i am so baffled on the discourse in this fandom its funny asl tho

Oh buddy don't get me S T A R T E D

[southmano]

italy, so confusing

[bluetrekker12]

I’m in a very “I love Wrenn Schmidt” sort of mood today.

[hushbats]

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