#for your consideration

[lucylehane]

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: Connor Storrie as Ilya Rozanov LEAD ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES

Heated Rivalry (2025)

[ladyxgaga]

Lady Gaga and Chappell Roan

at the 68th Annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles, February 1st 2026

[p-redux]

We were hoping to get PIC CONFIRMATION that Sam Heughan's girlfriend, Steph Bullock went with him to the FYC For Your Consideration Emmys Outlander event in Hollywood, and I just did!

A source I've known for years sent me a pic of Sam and Steph arriving at the event. 👇 NO room for doubt that it was Steph arriving with Sam. Look at those smiles! 😍 And I love her hair like that, so pretty. ❤️

Reminder 👇 of my previous post with a fan's video showing Sam and Steph arriving at the event, but you couldn't see Steph clearly. And then a different person who also attended confirming Steph did go with Sam.

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💬 6  🔁 3  ❤️ 62 · Here's another screenshot from the video. Steph behind Sam to the left. So blurry but still, now we know via my source and

One more time, you guys, look at the cuteness that is #stepham! 👇

And I'm hearing that shippers and haters are comparing pics of Sam in the early days of Outlander helping Caitriona out of the car at Outlander events vs Sam and Steph getting out of the car at this event. Um, Sam making a big production of offering his hand to Cait to help her out of the car is called PR to PROMOTE the show that was giving them both their big break. In this instance with Steph, Sam was sitting closest to the door that led to the entrance. Of course, he's getting out first, and then Steph gets out. He's there at a work event to greet industry people and fans. He is the one that needs to be front and center. Whereas, at the Outlander events in the early years, BOTH Sam and Cait were there to greet industry people and fans, and BOTH had to be front and center. Anyhoo, me forever explaining the facts of life to the clueless. 🙄

As for the rest of us, the clued in--SQUEEEE again! And we are gonna keep squeeing because we are supporting a REAL relstionship. 💘

[raresvtm]

Entertainment Tonight to Lady Gaga at the 68th Annual Grammy Awards: 'I saw tears in your eyes when Bad Bunny won.'

— 'Oh, yes. I'm just so happy for him and, you know, what he means to people is so incredibly important, he's a brilliant musician and human being, he's so incredibly kind, and I thought what he said was incredibly important right now, and so inspiring. What's happening in this country is incredibly heartbreaking and we're so lucky to have leaders like him that are speaking up for what is true and what is right.'

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

For Your Consideration 7

Warning: Sherlock being intense lolll, smut.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Sherlock Holmes

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your legs shake as your skirts slip from around Sherlock’s head. His cheeks are reddened, his lips glistening, and his curls askew. His hands circle your hips and as your last bastion of strength gives out, he guides you down onto his lap.

You gasp as your legs splay over his thick thighs and your skirts heap all around you. He groans and leans in. His fingertips graze up your corset as a sharp intake hops in your chest. He feels along your throat and frames your chin, pinning your head lightly to the wall.

He kisses you so you taste your delight on his lips. Your lashes hood your eyes as his tongue delves into your mouth. He rumbles contentedly as you are helpless to the vows of your marriage.

His other hand searches the layers of your dress. He slips beneath, scaling along the top of your calf and up your thigh. His hand curls behind your head and he pulls you closer. His fingers stretch across your rear, nails digging into the edges of your pantelette.

He lifts you slightly as his touch descends from your head. His fingers catch in your veil and tug it crooked. He tickles your jawline and long your neck. He follows the angle of your shoulder and guides your hand to his chest.

He parts from your lips and lets you sit back. You heave as your lashes flutter. He leads your hand to his jacket, using you to push it aside. He growls as his smokey eyes swallow you up.

You gulp and shakily bring up your other hand. You feel the lapel of his jacket and push it back on his shoulders. He shudders and lets you remove it, his arms falling down to let the sleeves slacken. The heavy coat falls to the floor.

He tugs at his ascot and lashes it down to the floor. You watch him, awash in a dazed heat. He grabs your hands again and places them on the buttons of his vest. You pluck them open with quivering curiosity.

He reaches around you to the buttons behind your neck. He pops them roughly and you gasp. The dress slackens and slumps to expose the top of your chest, peeking out from shift and corset. He hums and leans in to kiss the full swell of your tits.

You shiver as your hands slip beneath his open vest. You feel his stomach tighten. His hands drift down your sides as he nips at your flesh lightly. He groans and bats through your skirts. He shifts you in his lap as his hand dips beneath you.

He grunts as he jolts beneath you. Frustration bounces you as he lifts himself slightly off his heels then settles back down. He raises his head, glassy-eyed as his tongue pokes out between his lips. He angles you against him as two fingertips graze your cunt.

He glides two fingers between your lip, dragging his tip with them. He rubs against you as his arm folds around you and he grips the back of your neck. He lines himself up with your entrance as his chest fills with fumes. He lets his breath out slowly as he urges you onto him.

You clasp the fabric of his shirt as your thighs clench. He breaks through your modesty as he lowers you in his lap. Your walls throb around his overfull intrusion. You hiss sharply as he breathes gingerly. His lips part and he croaks.

“My love,” he runs his hand up your dress again. “You are… better than expected.”

He keeps a grip on your hip as he guides you in his lap. He lifts you back on his length and pushes you back down, sinking even further as you whine. You tense and slide your hands up to clutch his shoulders. The friction between your bodies thrums in your thighs.

He reaches up your back and pushes the fabric of your dress inside the back of your corset as he growls. The tension of the boning and lace chafes. He bows to kiss your neck and yanks; hard. The laces pop as the corset’s frame digs into you then loosens all at once. His mouth dips lower as your breasts overflow your garments.

He growls as he moves you against him. He tilts your hips over his as he smears spit across your skin. His curls tickle you as he keeps his head down diligently.

You gasp as you lurch forward. He takes you with him and he shifts onto his rear. He bends his legs behind you as he lowers himself flat on his back. He lays crammed into the width of the corridor as he pulls you flush across him.

His hand creeps down to your thigh and he squeezes. He pumps into you from below as your arms are crushed between your bodies. You straddle him like an animal, limps shaking as your head drops down against his shoulder.

He pets the back of your head and inhales the scent of your hair. He groans with each thrust, the toes of his shoes squeaking against the wall. His hand skims up to your ass and he kneads you through your linen pantelettes, fingertips tickling the exposed crease beneath your cheek.

You huffs and once more you’re upended. He rolls you over and pins you beneath his large body. He frames your face and bends to kiss you. You brace his chest as he ruts into you, the floor heavy against your back. You hook your legs around him and lift your hips higher. He plunges even deeper and you moan.

Your head lolls to the side as he growls and groans behind your ear. You close your eyes, battered by his desperation and a storm of awe and delight. Your fear scatters for the heat pulsing in your core.

“Almost…” he murmurs. “My love, you are… spec–tac-u-lar.”

He rams down into you, hips jutting violently as he loses control. He shakes as he fights to keep his motion and his voice unravels from deep in his chest. He slows, dragging himself in and out in long strokes until he’s still.

He exhales and lets his full weight down on you. Your legs slip off him, limp around his hips as your heels hit the floor. His shallow breaths mingle with yours and he gently turns you on your side, sliding his arm under your head as he stays inside you.

“My love, this did exceed my fervent calculations,” he sighs.

[yesactuallyican]

mike canonically thinks that this moment is the best thing that's ever happened to him

[gragam]

beautiful parents zima and sky and their terrible daughter himmel

[progressivemillennial]