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THE PENGUIN ‧ 2024 EP 8: A Great Little Thing ‧ Dir. Craig Zobel JOKER: FOLIE A DEUX‧ 2024 Dir. Todd Phillips

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I would like to come to the defense of Brother Bear! Kenai's quote about his story being about a monster is something that still sticks with me, years after I last saw the movie. It was haunting as a child, it's still haunting now as an adult. I think it deserves a fighting chance!

Brother Bear is a very emotional movie, but that scene in particular broke my heart as a kid! Kenai's earnestness and honesty in the face of his actions, and Koda's reaction to the news, it's all very heart-wrenching. Kenai knows he has done wrong, and he regrets it, and he's owning up to it despite the consequences. It's brave, and it's right, and it still makes me want to cry all these years later. Plus, the quote itself is just a banger!!

Emperor's New Groove is fun, and has good quotes, but I feel like Brother Bear deserves to bring this one home with its emotional resonance.

Time is short, vote here: Brother Bear v The Emperor's New Groove

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on this day in history

the immigrant premiere cannes 24th may 2013

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[darknessisafriend]

More Commodus writings coming soon!

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U TURN (1997)

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'Napoleon' Fact or Fiction - ScreenHub Entertainment

Napoleon is finally out and…it’s okay. Part of the problem with Ridley Scott’s latest is how often it strays from the historical text. Scott has cited we weren’t there to analyze history firsthand, but many who were alive during the Napoleonic Wars did document their lives via journals or memoirs, including Napoleon himself. So I wanted to look at some, not all, of the deviations in the film and…

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okay, but can we talk about Signs for the next seven hours???

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06/28/2023 via instagram stories

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If any one of yall wants to request a number for Commodus, just ask 😉(also other characters are possible)

smut prompt list no. 2

1) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

2) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

3) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

4) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

6) mutual masturbation

7) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

8) sex in exchange for a favour

9) car sex

10) quiet airplane bathroom sex

11) touching the other while at the movies

12) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

14) pool/hot tub sex

15) stargazing that turns into sex

16) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

17) sex while camping

18) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

20) shower/bath sex

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JOKER FOLIE À DEUX interviews Joaquin Phoenix, Lady Gaga, Brendan

TheMovieReport.com

[jeremyleerennerdotcom]

on this day in history

the immigrant premiere, cannes film festival 24th may 2013

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Omg I loved it so much ! You are such a good writer for Commodus, his boyish spirit, full of love but with torment never far away. And I do love prompts of childhood friends/ knowing each other for while for Commodus, it really gives interesting dynamics !

The dance scene was particularly well written, I could imagine it all and fell myself swaying in his arms🥰 please keep tagging me in Commodus stories, you do great !

Home - Commodus x Reader

You had been best friends with Commodus for years, and were always by his side. One night, while dancing at a festival of Mars, you realize that you love him.

You and Commodus were best friends, and had grown up together. Your father worked in the senate, and was a close companion of Marcus Aurelius'. You and Commodus were side by side your whole lives, as he grew from a gangly child into a gorgeous young man, and you two had shared in many adventures. 

“Commodus!” You shouted, letting yourself into his room. He jumped, but smiled when his eyes landed on you. 

“As spontaneous as always,” He said, walking over to you. “Didn't your emperor ever teach you to knock?” 

“He was too busy teaching you to scrape manure,” You laughed, waving him away. Commodus rolled his eyes, recalling the hours of ‘character building’ his father put him through. 

“Did you come just to remind me of my tragic past?” He asked, crossing his arms. 

“Of course not,” you exclaimed, remembering why you had come. “There is a festival of Mars tonight, and I want you to accompany me.” 

“Don't remind me,” Commodus sighed. “You know I detest such…revelries.” 

“But there will be music!” You cried, grabbing him by the shoulders. “And dancing! Please, Commodus?” 

He sighed, but nodded. You let out a joyful laugh, and hugged him.

“We have a few hours before the festival,” Commodus noted. “I have an idea for what we could do in the meantime…” 

There was a mischievous glint in his eye, and you smiled. You two could be quite the hellraisers, between Commodus’ plotting and your fearlessness. The palace servants had grown accustomed to the sight of you two dashing through the hallways after your little pranks, hand in hand and giggling madly. 

You and Commodus slunk through the palace and to the great hall, where an esteemed guest from Ostia had come to discuss with the senate. The guest was boring everyone with demands for Ostia, despite being one of the richest of the outer provinces. He droned on and on about more cattle, more soldiers, more crops. Several of the senators let out bored yawns.

Commodus snuck behind the Ostian's chair, which he had abandoned during his lecture. From his pocket he produced a small leather sack, which seemed to be empty. He carefully placed the sack on the seat, and shot you a smile. You were confused, and wanted to ask what was happening. Commodus raised a finger to his lips, signaling to you to be quiet, and pointed to the hall where the man was finally finishing his speech. 

“...Ostia thanks you for permitting me to come and speak, and I hope our alliance never fizzles out!” 

He sat heavily on the sack, and a sound ripped from it like the farts of a great dragon. The sound echoed in the great hall, and everyone sat in stunned silence. Then, the people began to laugh in a cacophony of sound, you and Commodus included. Your shoulders shook with laughter, and you clutched at your stomach to hold yourself steady. 

The Ostian man whipped around, looking for the source of his embarrassment. Commodus grabbed your hand, pulling you out into the hallway before you could be seen. You two were laughing like crazed hyenas, and you had to stop to catch your breath. 

“Where…in the world,” you said in between gasps of breath, “did you learn that?” 

“Elagabalus, an emperor” Commodus giggled, and smiled at you knowingly. “Those history lessons paid off after all.”

You shook your head and laughed. Leave it to Commodus to forget everything about his history lessons except for the farts. 

"We should go back to your quarters before someone suspects us,” You said, taking his hand without a second thought. You had known one another for so long that your friendly affection to one another was second nature, and it was one of your favorite things about your friendship. 

In his room, you sat on his bed and talked about everything and nothing. Commodus confided in you about his anxieties as the heir to the throne, and his hopes for Rome. You told him your fears for the future, uncertain as to whether you would be able to find a career which interested you. Philosophy and bureaucracy seemed meaningless to you, as much as your father loved it. 

“Is there any future for the children of Rome?” you asked, sighing. Commodus laughed, and you shot him a glare. 

“You could be a poet,” he said, smiling. “If tragic phrases like that come so naturally to you.” You shoved him lightly, laughing. 

“What a life for us that would be,” you said. “The emperor and his poet.” 

“I would like nothing better,” Commodus said truthfully. Your laughter died as he leaned forward, the heat from his body radiating off him. You were close enough to smell the olive and rose oils on his skin, and to see the minute details in his stormy green eyes. His hair, curly and soft, was backlit by the sun. The orange hue of the sunset reminded you of the time. 

“The festival will be starting soon; we should get ready,” You said, standing up. You felt cold, missing your friend's warmth already. 

“I suppose,” Commodus whispered, and watched you go. Although the traditional color for mars was red, you chose to dress in orange. The color reminded you of the sun, and of the times you had watched it set over the ocean.

Commodus dressed in plain red, but you smiled when you saw him nonetheless. He still seemed a little disgruntled at having to attend, and you laughed at his grumpy expression. 

The festival was lively, and there were musicians playing fantastic tunes which you could dance along to. Red cloth hung from the ceiling, turning the sunlight from gold to bloodred. People laughed and ate and danced, and you could feel the vibrance of life all around you. 

You took Commodus’ hand in yours and dragged him to the dance floor, laughing as you went. Even with your fears for the future, it felt good to enjoy this snippet of happiness. 

Commodus, despite his reservations, was a fantastic dancer, and your bodies moved in a steady rhythm. Your arms rested on his shoulders, his hands gripping your waist. His eyes sparkled when he laughed, and your heart soared.

The music began to slow, and Commodus drew you into a hug as you two swayed on the floor. His head rested in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheek press against yours. 

“I'm happy you invited me to come,” He whispered, his lips brushing against your neck. 

“I'm happy you came,” You whispered back, smiling. Your arms tightened around him, pulling his body against yours. You rested your head against his, his curls tickling your face. Your heart fluttered at the feeling of him melting against you, and he let out a contented sigh.  

Your heart melted at his soft trust, and you realized now that you loved him. Of course you did; you always had. 

It felt right to be in love with Commodus. He had been by your side longer than you could remember, and you hoped he would always be there. Every joy, every sorrow, every moment, you two had experienced it together. Your love for him was as natural as breathing, and you wanted to share this love with him forever.

“I love you,” you whispered against his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. He dislodged himself from your grasp to look at you, his eyes searching. Had he heard you correctly?

“What?” He asked, barely above a whisper. You began to panic, worried that you had said the wrong thing. 

“I love you,” you repeated. Commodus took a breath, his cheeks slightly flushed. 

“And I love you,” He murmured, his face mere inches from yours. You leaned forward, your nose brushing against his. You could see every detail of his face; his piercing eyes, the cleft on his lip, the tiny freckles scattered across his nose, his dark eyelashes which fluttered as he studied your face. 

His lips met yours, soft and careful. As you pressed closer together, you felt a deep sense of completion. As you held him in your arms, your lips pressed together in a tender kiss, every emotion on display, you felt like you were opening the door to a place you had always known was there, but never seen. 

Commodus pulled away from you, a smile touching his lips. He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, grinning like a schoolboy. He pressed his forehead against yours, the two of you smiling and giggling softly. 

“I love you,” he whispered. His face was lit up by his giddy smile, and you two couldn't stop laughing. Love bubbled out of you in joyful waves, and you saw your love and happiness reflected on Commodus' face. As you hugged him and traded happy kisses with him, you knew.You were home. 

an: if you like, please comment and reblog! If you wanna see more fics like this, I take requests!!

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“ We were never going anywhere. All that we had was the fantasy, and you gave up.”

The joker hyperfixation goes crazy </3 this movie broke me into a million pieces.