rami malek really went from sign my petition to destroying strauss's career in 5 mins.

he came into the room, flipped, turned and burned the table and then left. MY MAN 🙌🏼

knowing the historical facts and then going to see oppenheimer felt as if i was literally watching fan fiction

one thing about black mirror s6e3 beyond the sea is that the episode would be half as long if the two guys just fucked. like genuinely what else are you doing up there? if you can't be gay in space where else can you be gay?

I do respect that black mirror started it's season with a solid destroy ai deepfakes with an axe.

Something about Joan is Awful and the digital age… stealing from people to create faster content… creating deepfakes that actually ruin lives… having no control over your image… people… creating a system of exploitation to avoid creating your own content and paying writers… capitalism thriving on negative self image… people doing whatever they want without your consent… telling you this is what you signed up for with your fame/gender/sexuality…

Much to think about

Black Mirror 4x01 || 6x01

Yes.

I love coming across fanart

This is by alicychwan. Just…. stunning. 💙

Warrior Aemond !!!! Fanart as always 😘😘😘😘

One of the more amusing sides in getting to know Ewan Mitchell is experiencing the difference of how his cast mates perceive him

HOTD Cast: Ewan is brilliant! - but also so gentle and kind and great to work with. Lovely guy all around 10/10.

TLK Cast: The man is basically a mysterious Eldritch being who probably trained as a Jedi. We've known him for literal years but also know nothing about him at the same time. He comes on set, does his work and then disappears into the night, only to manifest out of the forest the next day. Occasionally you'll find him in a corner muttering to himself. About what? Only the wind and the old gods know.

Ewan Mitchell & Phia Saban in 

Made an important thing

A Little Life, rage & tenderness

hey. judy.

moments from a little life

“Who am I? Who am I?”

“You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.” “And who are you?" "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.