#bbc3

Watched the reunion ep too.

WTF PRIYA?! Leave the Massaria then marry someone *else*? Wow.

Also, love that Meg and Lailah got together. And Alisha/Abbie still together wasn't what I expected but bravo to them!

I hope Amy is happy. (Love a ginger lady. 🥰)

Louise Brealey: My first kiss with Sherlock’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The actor and writer on taking acid at her first gig, meeting Michael Caine – and the moment she knew the BBC detective drama was going to be huge

Louise Brealey

LEO STAAR

Jake Helm

Sunday November 12 2023, 12.13am GMT, The Sunday Times

First concert I went to

I would like to say an unknown band called Blur in a tiny tent at Reading in 1994, but I accidentally took my first and very much last acid tab off an apprentice plumber called Tony from Swansea and watched the The on the big stage instead. It was all fine until the music started to creep up from the grass right up my legs and I was surrounded by terrifying gargoyles.

i am SCREAMING. considering i am horrendously sick with a throat infection, this says something.

we have our pipravi. welcome to my rant.

ill start off with emma myers. I never watched wendesday when it was trending, but the things i have heard about her acting and her personality off screen make it hard for me to doubt anything. all her hair needs to do is grow out, and i will be crying on the floor every single episode.

zain iqbal. since he's a newcomer, there's nothing really about him so i don't have much to say except that i have no doubt he will bring my bae ravi to life <3

It has everything. Queer ppl being messy as fuck but also found family. Murder. A cruise ship. Hatred of rich ppl. A duck who does the murdering. The mafia. And more.

For folks into gay horror and physical media.

😁🏳️‍🌈🦆🔪🛳️📀

Aidan Turner🎨Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Lovesight

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)

When do I see thee most, beloved one?

When in the light the spirits of mine eyes

Before thy face, their altar, solemnize

The worship of that Love through thee made known?

Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)

Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies

Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,

And my soul only sees thy soul its own?

O love, my love! if I no more should see

Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,

Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—

How then should sound upon Life’s darkening slope

The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,

The wind of Death’s imperishable wing?

Quand'è ch'io meglio ti vedo, mio amato?

Quando nella luce gli spiriti dei miei occhi

dinanzi al tuo volto, loro altare, celebrano

il culto di dell'Amore che grazie a te si rivela,

o quando nelle ore del tramonto, noi due soli,

baciato forte ed eloquente nel muto rispondere,

il tuo volto traluce nell'ombra del crepuscolo e solo la mia anima vede la tua come sua?

Oh amore, amore mio!

Dovessi io non vedere più te

o neanche, in terra, l'ombra di te,

né il riflesso dei tuoi occhi in una fonte,

come suonerebbe,

per l'oscuro pendio della vita,

il turbinìo delle perse foglie di speranza,