#Im actually insane about this movie i think

[woooshworldtwo]

AT A LOSS

TAGS: WIFE!READER [Originally just mentioned once in dialogue but otherwise just spouse is used when describing said relationship between characters], Husband!Caracalla x Reader x Unrequited!Geta, Mentions of sex, Brief mentions of slavery [gladiators in the Colosseum], Brief mentions of animal cruelty [animals participating in the Colosseum], Historical inaccuracies, I'm not sure what else.

FIRST NOTE: I think I wanted to try accentuating the care he wants to give reader and therefore ends up treating those around him as what he sees them as- disposable and like shit. Geta is a TERRIBLE man so I guess I just wanted him to be pining for someone he knows is out of reach. I was gonna make it a series to like Caracalla x partner reader x unrequited Geta. if this is the first chapter, ngl idk where to trail off from there. i kind of write while im smoking just to fuck around so maybe i could write at least five-ish chapters if i think of a good enough plot. WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK?? who knows i could even do the same with Caracalla, it could make sense cause he literally kills his brother in the movie

SECOND NOTE: pov ur me, high off like five tokes and u watch Gladiator 2 the day it comes out on Paramount+. BOOM, obsessed, love it, don't even care about the historical inaccuracies. For some reason, as someone as not all there like Caracalla is, having that deep relationship with his brother, once he notices that lil interest Geta has, or even just the doubts of others finally becoming to a point where my guy has to LOCK IN to keep his partner w him. not cause they don't love them, I think it would be cause he loves THEM too much. I'm talking bristling at the notion whenever he thinks of them together. JUST UNSPOKEN TENSION. do u guys enjoy that?

THIRD NOTE: unfortunately, i have more to talk about but no one to say it to so ur my audience. yelling into the mic i ask, do you guys think I should write porn of Caracalla and reader FUCKING?? idk if it would even include Geta- IT COULD, WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT. I sort of just wanted to explore writing intimacy as an actual action instead described as thoughts. leave ur thoughts on what u guys think on that too bc im literally so curious.

PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORK, I BET YOU

Summer in your lungs, and alcohol swimming in your stomach; Caracalla wonders if he's seen beauty such as yours. Never alone in the hours of the night, the lovers he takes soon notice how harder he is to satisfy, to sedate into a warm puddle wrapped in expensive sheets- instead becoming unflinching to the pleasures that usually melt his tortured mind.

Intense with his emotions, he swears this affection was there from first glance. Taken sight of you at in your hazy glory; the clothes accentuating the shade of your skin, the warmth of your eyes, it only takes months before you two wed.

From there, days are blissful. Misery always follows, but he finds with your company at his side, falling into the episodes of madness are rarer and rarer.

Perhaps it's the sweetness of your soul mending what his lacks, or having the closeness of your body distances the pestering thoughts appearing out of thin air. No matter what is it, with his claws dug into your being- he refuses to let go.

Dimmed by what other's consider insanity, it's difficult not to see Caracalla's growing lucidness. Coming face to face with it, Geta realizes any foes and enemies of Rome has never been as close as his brother has to the inner workings of his mind.

Divided by grace, the affection for you has been its limit. As the eldest, Caracalla bears the pitying glances from other's in the palace; to have the responsibilities laid on Geta is blasphemy, but who else can handle its weight when his mind is in two?

Who else to lessen its everlasting ache if not you? For that reason, such as many others, is why he cannot risk this becoming what he has grown familiar with- sharing with his brother.

Holding the same curiosity he did in the faint moments of childhood, his Adam's Apple bobs faintly- and when you look to follow its movements before returning your gaze to him: a faint shiver is felt and repressed in that same breath. "Caracalla?"

Asking in a murmur, he knows what you're referring to. Living with you these past handful of months, he can recall the number of times you've cut each conversation he's thought out into nothing more than small talk. In one worded questions, he cannot help but admire the relaxed sight of you.

So much so, he allows you to each time. Tossing the unspoken plans of connection for small talk, he nods. A hint of a smile is seen, and alone from that, you beam back at him.

Genuine like the sun, to continue seeing it, it makes it easy for him to keep spew out half thought words in hopes something he says would land. "He will arrive shortly, do not worry.", it ends with your name, echoing from his mouth, and although the God's have given him the same glory they themselves hold at their fingertips; nothing has sounded as holy.

Bounded by faith, the prayers he spills are ingrained in the folds of his brain, but once consumed in these times of power, he wonders if he should dare step closer to the soul he swears should beat for him.

"... Geta?", Unknowing for how much time has past, the beaming smile you once held is melted into a small frown. Quietly urging him to the present like he's seen you do with his brother, there's a warmth blooming in the hallow part of his chest.

Cherishing the brief concern, it only seems to remind him what Caracalla has naturally and what he takes the scraps of.

Still leaned back into the expensive marble, the wall itself is a pale enough color to forget about, instead focusing on the features he, too, fantasizes of in passing moments alone.

"Where did you go?", Too familiar with speaking to the other emperor, the question is thoughtless when spoken, yet its weight is felt nonetheless. "Nowhere. Just here.. Are you enjoying yourself?", Taking a pause, he eventually speaks again. It's done when walking to the the throne nearing Caracalla's; the one you sit in.

"Quite the spectacle.", Your eyes peer down at the sight below; bloodshed in the Colosseum's sand doesn't make your stomach twist like it once did, however when watching captured men swing weapons- and seeing another one fall, you look to him again.

Sitting at his own throne, you find his eyes already on you; a quirk upturning on his lips to show the pleased buzz your words give him. Gladiators from conquered lands, their purpose in Rome is to win their survival and amuse any passing visitors. Yet in the past year or so, since your arrival, he's found a deeper sense of pride at their display.

Growing passed the Senator's praise, passed continuing his parents past teachings, he has found serenity in the amazement you hold so clearly.

Seeing your wonder at the captured animals; their stature towering over the sand's flat ground, using its strength to trample over any competitors- he finds himself chasing the occasional bursts of attention he manages to keep with in your magenta sunlight.

Never promising loyalty to anyone; he chases it when you're unable to give it, the mess of concubines and courtesans who he cannot remember the names nor the faces of, only remembering their similarities to you- their purpose has been asked for more as of late, and neglected all the same soon after.

No matter if it was seeing a person with hair similar to yours, a familiar sounding voice, even just dressed in clothing resembling your own; they were sought out after in hopes of finding you in them.

He finds it only lasts briefly.

Of course sex is endless, at the call of his voice and at the stop of a groan; services are there to satisfy whatever craving he has. But after each round of breathlessness, he finds that hunger for what is missing growing into something insatiable.

Hours spent, feeling their bodies, picturing what your own must look like underneath the white moonlight casting into his bedchambers. Each thrust is heavy with yearning he cannot mend, moaning for warmth he cannot have; he damns Caracalla in those times for finding you first before he did.

Perhaps then would you be his spouse. To bed you the same way his brother does would be true nirvana, to hear those same whimpers he knows you're able to make, to feel you shiver and tighten around him the same way those people do; it's what he longs for.

He's certain then he'd be more than just rough, chasing whatever high is made in a blurry of orgasms- it becomes difficult to differentiate who is with him and who is imagined; not when his eyes are shut and your image is all he sees in its darkness. Tenderness is taught, and if his brother was able to learn to extend that same to you; there is no doubt he'd do the same.

"Are you enjoying it?", Turning your focus back onto Geta, his answer is a hum. The sound is husky from passing thoughts, and strain for what should be hidden; he takes a moment to gather his words.

"I always favor your company, the spectacle is merely entertainment.", Repeating what you said only minutes ago, the unexpressed emotions behind it is registered in your mind- and although brushed off originally, that denial you have becomes harder to not believe Geta's feelings becoming more noticeable in the time spent at his brother's side.

"The ambience of cheering Roman's, animals in pain, and dying men; no wonder we have such lively conversations in these times.", Another quality of yours he finds endearing is your dryness. The harshness soaked into your veins from being raised by your family has not changed you the way it has him he notices; viewing the cruelties of Rome in whatever light you could shed, he once again almost smiles, a quirk of his lips turning upwards showing.

"Complaining to the emperor for the privileges he's given you? What an ungrateful wife you are.", Breaking out into a smile, what is said is anything but malicious. Leaving Caracalla unmentioned; unsaid, his mind is soothed from its ache, mending itself when remembering it's just you and him- hidden away.

Alone in a place where he can pretend you two are more than in-laws, there's a warm stirring at the sound of your laughter. Filled with humor you express so freely, it reminds him of conversations with your father throughout the years; his stories of your youth.

Defiant in ways he wishes he'd seen, and mischievous in ways he knows you still are; the only changes is now you're not tangible. Yet, lost in affections like he never got to be as a boy, he doesn't mind who he's face to face with now. Not in the slightest.

"Forgive my insolence, emperor; I plead for it.", Clearly you speak to Caracalla too much because the shiver trailing up his spine goes directly into that heated feeling in his abdomen. Aware you're unknowing to the effect you have, it only worsens at the hint of playfulness heard.

"Oh, you're forgiven. The God's have extended their mercy onto you today, but be wry, they could change their mind.", Unwilling to give into the arousal brewing, the tension he's created in his body, he replies with a smile- one that lingers too long.

Mischief isn't needed to be noticed in the palace, not with the two emperor's having their souls intertwining themselves with your own- no longer being unheard by those around you, that streak remains. It brings an amusement greater than bloodshed to Geta, and even more so to Caracalla. Smoothness of your words he swears is coated with the sweetest of wines; it disarms what would be seen as scrutiny as nothing more than a jest.

With humor being forgotten in such trying times; outside of what the Colosseum offers, and outside of the different celebrations of another conquered land- Geta finds your spirit is lightening to what is constantly dampening in his.

Shouts of Roman's are heard, like you predicted, and another man falls. However, with neither of you truly paying attention to the sight; their deaths were not offered the same graciousness you're given so carelessly, so frivolously: and when one of the last remaining takes their bow to surrender- only then do you look away.

To see your eyes of amusement grow into something unreadable, his own smile dims into a frown.

Standing from the throne, his hands rest on the Bisellium's railing, he grips onto it tightly when seeing below. Blood stains the sand as always; the deceased laid out over it in the afternoon heat, and the two lone man kneel. Meters away from one another, your eyes flicker between them, and soon Geta speaks up again.

Mercy is yelled in the air, and when he asks you, his voice is quieter than intended, "Shall we show mercy?"

Sparking what was lost, you nod, and another smile is seen, "Mercy."

Prayers do not solve what is inevitable, he finds, not when the God's blood soars through his body. The threat of rebellion, and the stings of betrayal, that mask that hides it all becomes wavering whenever he's with you; wishing to you like he did as a child to the God's for power, to worship you in ways he only should deities- it almost feels blasphemous.

Even more so now, when you don't understand the importance behind what he says; the grace he offers, the laughs he lets slip out- it is only the beginning of what he could promise you.

FOURTH NOTE: Now that you've made it this far, I wanna like drift away from what I was writing on my old account. it was just small paragraphs, but writing on a laptop just HITS DIFFERNT- literal hours spent doing this shit. I don't rlly wanna take requests bc i feel like my time is just too hectic for that, BUT I WOULD LOVE to hear your guys thoughts!! Okay, small series on these characters- Quinn Mossbacher, Simon Kalivoda, Ethan Russell, DIMITRI KRAVIOFF, DANIEL MARKOWITZ, JASON HOCHBERG, and finally our beloved; Caracalla. bad part is I haven't most of the movies they're in, so i don't want it to be inaccurate.

FIFTH NOTE: currently i'm writing a Johnny Storm fic series inspired by the new Fantastic Four trailer (writing the third chapter of what could be a five or even eight part series if I get to understand that franchise better), an Eddie Muson fic mainly just to fuck around and post that old one I never got a chance to. also an Adrian Chase fic i found on my laptop, another one for Koby from the one piece live action (I was inspired when the show first came out), and joe goldberg

FINAL NOTE: I've wanted to get into watching Yellowjackets. LOVE THE SHOW. Another thing I wanted to ask bc when I write for women characters, i like to write them as WLW. SO would you guys like it if i also wrote for Iris (Companion), SISTER BARNES (Heretic), Jinx (Arcane), Lucy Maclean (Fallout), Rhiannon Lewis (Sweetpea)?? one day if i sell out and get a membership to Prime or those silly addons; I WILL.

[mamawasatesttube]

Wow, problems with the fandom due to inconsistency or misperception of the character. Understandable, I'm a One Piece fan and things get wild here too, a big virtual hug, super wasate (sorry for the embarrassing nickname, I think it's cute).

Question, I'm planning to go with a friend to the Superman movie, but I don't know which comic to recommend so she can get a solid idea of the character and his role, because the only one I'm reading right now is about the death of Superman because I'm a fucking masochist (and I'm stuck because I'm rewatching an op arc, hell, I'll never get anywhere like this). I like your posts, I saw your Superfamily certificate, so I trust your judgment.

Have a nice one on your schedule ✨🎉

honestly the dc fandom's problem is that they don't actually engage at all with the canon. which is insane to me like why are u in the dc comics tags then but 😭 also im so sorry people do that over there too. alas...

as for superman comics!!! firstly the death of superman YIPPEEEEE!! that's in my opinion like one of, if not THE best, storylines dc has ever produced. i hope you're liking it!! <3

re: introductory superman comics, here's a reading list i like :) and then my personal favorite recommendations would probably be:

superman: birthright, for a sort of introduction and origin story for superman in the modern era

superman smashes the klan for some history and a lot of superman immigrant metaphors and feelings (also it just goes hard. fuck them up superman)

superman for all seasons for some looks at him from different narrators who love him :)

superman: up in the sky for that kind of larger-than-life "who is superman and why does he inspire so many people" vibe. i really do love this story.

and finally, action comics #792 is my favorite single-issue superman story of all time. it's self-contained and you don't really need any knowledge other than, like, "superman is clark kent who is married to lois lane and they work at the daily planet". and it's soooo good augh

[welcometohermitcraft]

There's something about the flamingos in Wonka. Something about the fact that their wings aren't clipped and they only haven't flown away yet because they haven't seen anybody do it before. There's something about Wonka being that person showing them how to fly to freedom.

There's also something about Noodle. Something about the fact that she never tried to escape the laundromat because she hadn't seen anybody do it before. There's something about Wonka being that person showing her how to be free.

There's something about Noodle as the flamingos and Wonka being the one to bring them both freedom

[heartorbit]

the star you've longed for

[rechedeer]

proof that james & sirius actually invented love

because @dodgerboxd 's GORGEOUS amazing beautiful poetry reminded me of them

[grimalkinmessor]

If I talk about Midoriya's internalized quirkism. If I SPEAK about Midoriya and All Might's mirrored internalized quirkism, upon which Midoriya's is based upon "logic and facts" and All Might's is based on his general self-loathing. If I say that neither of them know how to feel any sort of worth without being useful to the point of self-destruction—

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

i've had a vision of aiden and black magic by little mix and now i'm knee deep in a modern magic au where aiden sells cheesy love potions by being hot (it's a scam)

[verdemint]

Back to my conclave thoughts! Spoiler ahead ofc

Something i adored was the shot of them voting one last time and lawrence looking up at the hole in the wall from the terrorist attack letting light enter the room, beautiful metaphorically and also the perfect shot of the micheangelo’s fresco with jesus turning to the light entering from the hole in the wall

Beautifully shot and everything

Also how they were able to showcase the nuns and their role in the church. Them being silent all the time but also showing them cooking and cleaning and eveything, its them taking care of the cardinals, of the church, but they’re ofc ignored, they’re in the background.

Not only showing us the roles of nuns in the church but of women in general. Not only in the vaticane but in every little church around the world! Yes they cant become priests but whos attending masses? Women. Who’s cleaning every church in italy for free usually? La perpetua, women once again. Its women labour and work for free most of the time that are the backbone of the community, they are the reason why going to church is a social athering situation, its their work for the community that goes largely under appreciated. So really liked how they depicted nuns doing the same thing as your random italian woman in their forties going to church and then cooking and cleaning for everyone basically

But also i can’t help but ask myself what was the point of the movie in the end? Maybe i should read the book and I’m open to discussion! Id love to talk about this more! But them choosing this modern day saint as the pope. Why? Is this a way to absolve from their sins and wrongdoings that were shown and revealed to the entire conclave by lawrence? Like choosing the good guy??

I was so hyped when they showed bellini, a liberal cardinal, one of the “good ones” accepting money to elect tremblay, like that was shocking but also so realistic! Not even the good guy are truly good there, they wouldnt be in the conclave if they were, the whole ��we have to choose the less evil option’ was all fake! Bellini was getting money and power out of it! Perfect brilliant yes thats exactly what would happen there! Even the good ones cant escape the mafia style and corrupted behaviour in the church. (Comportamento omertoso uno dopo l’altro for my italians around! Insane that theres not a real translation for omertoso in english like thats an extremely unique and precise word)

And then them choosing benitez the good guy after that last speech. Were they ashamed of their previous actions and thats why they elected him? How fid that terrible group of people elect Benitez? Co i cant believe they were just mi ed bu his speech i cant believe it. And Benitez this perfect saint! Like i cant believe it once again

So yes! Very beautiful movie and very beautiful dialogue! Im just confused about the why, what was the point they were truing to make? And if the point was theres still hope in the church then do we really need this type of message?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

seeing the scarlet witch comics made me wonder what do you think of wandavision / mcu wanda

i have legitimately like. no conscious memory i watched a movie with her in it but i did because i watched age of ultron nearly a decade ago with my bro and multiverse of madness within the last like. five years With My Bro so now what ...

[spoopieere]

“They both get to sleep-in today”

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(WOW TUMBLR FUCKED UP THE QUALITY SO BAD WTH)

This is literally just an excuse for me to draw their bedroom.

Headcannons below 👇

-Clean and simple- Asa doesn’t like clutter.

-There’s a walk-in closet on the right of the mirror (you just can’t see it in my drawing lmao)

-Asa wakes up first to pull the curtains, letting the sun in. ( Not on weekends though, so Arkin does it instead )

-Random books Asa keeps stacked on the drawer are for a convenient selection to read before bed.

-Asa uses melatonin gummies to fall asleep easier.

-Arkin keeps post-it notes on his side of the bed to remind him of things to do, he also convinced Asa to put a plant in the room to make it a bit more interesting.

-Arkin is also the only one who needs an alarm clock to wake up.

-Arkin protests keeping *the tooth* on display so publicly, but Asa thinks it goes hand-in-hand with the Mantis.

-Pretty sure Asa vacuums their bedroom once every two days.

-The bottom drawer of their dresser is a collection of broken bed frames… due to their . . . activities (Wesley approves)

[marsixm]

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[asklesbianonceler]

I have not posted any of my analysis to reddit yet and I think I might just post it and ghost it. I've already spent too much time looking at other people's threads on there to feel any way good about interacting with folks.

I already went in an added the "I know you're going to bring this up let me save you the time" section which is exclusively touching on the frequent topics of:

"well what about the fingerprint nostrum and finger mimics? He is clearly just a crackpot"

And

"it's definitely some weird elaborate sacrifice to Metyr thing"

[urfavedumbcunt]

girlfriend stayed over last night and made me steak + roasted veggies (and she let me cook quinoa for us) and after the steak was cooked she cut the fat off for me and cut the actual steak for me which is the literal sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me🥺 and then i fell asleep while she was fingering me because she put me onto mess-free period sex and apparently she stopped and i woke up and was like “why did you stop :(“ and then fell back asleep which sounds on brand for me even though i don’t remember that but what i do remember is waking up again and deciding i needed a chicken sausage (cold, directly from the fridge, which was NOT delicious) and then going to bed?? But then today we went to this park she’s apparently been wanting to go to which i didn’t know until we were there but omggg it was so pretty there was a dock and then a little floating dock that rocks with the waves and it was just sososo nice !! She’s planning on staying over again on monday and tuesday!!

(as always, bonus content in the tags)

[jinyoungtual]

I JUST REWATCHED PIWON MOVIE AND I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

[taketheringtolohac]

also i can't help but think about renee rapp and how theres all these jokes about how she should never get a publicist because she's not afraid to like tell people off or be authentic or whatever and i just sit here like. she is only allowed to do this because she is white. she is only allowed to do this because she is skinny and pretty. like if it was a woman of color (especially if it was a black woman) the amount of hate she would get for acting like this on a press tour for her starring movie role would be ASTRONOMICAL. her career would be RUINED. i mean think of john boyega and all the hate he got for dissing star wars and all the other stuff he said, being told he's rude and is ungrateful for his role and how even his tweets about completely unrelated things damaged his career for many (though he has had other successes and by no means is not an actor anymore, he doesn't have the same sphere of influence as... well you know), and here we have this skinny pretty white woman bitching about whatever and saying the most out of pocket rude ass shit and everyone is like "omg she's so real for that. so relatable. they should let her say whatever she wants" like do you not see the privilege??? the hypocrisy??? why is it that when renee rapp does this its "real" and part of her celebrity image but when BIWOC and fat women say the same things it's "controversial" and career risking??? how are you not mad???

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

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