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[fyeaheddiemunson]

[songbirdmunson]

pretty pretty pretty

[bcmbiquinn]

[queenvidal]

Emperor Geta / Gladitor II

No, because he could step on me and I'd thank him for it.

[joesquinns]

JOSEPH QUINN as PRINCE PAUL in Catherine The Great

[eddiesvixen]

here are my eddie munson head cannons ♥️ (part 1?)

- did theater in elementary

- feeds the trailer park cats… and raccoons.. and squirrels

- when he got his tattoos he talked his ass off because he was secretly anxious the first time

- sleeps in till noon on the weekends

- would find the biggest stick as a kid and pretend to venture out on missions

- drools in his sleep

- *sniffs shirt* “eh good enough” *pulls on the shirt*

- holds babies like potato sacks or like porcelain glasses, there is no in between

- but he still swears cologne, its definitely the cheap kind that the leather jacket covers up.

- those stains.. are all from eddie. spilled coffee/soda, piss, jizz, or whatever else was on it from years before

- is actually smart, though more street smart than books. as it seems to be for most virtuoso’s.

- straightened his hair once to look like cliff burton, quit after 2 strands because he wants to keep his curls nice and huge.

- has definitely pranked elders on halloween to enhance his “satanic” personality

- has poked his fingers multiple times with the needle while sewing patches into his battle jacket

[whereisyourpippinnow]

JOSEPH QUINN as GETA | part 1

Gladiator II (2024) dir. Ridley Scott

[kwistowee]

@stcreators event 07: comedy

[sweeteststing]

Ovulation is so bad, i need to fuck them both

[underthecanyonmoonx]

No because why did he look so good in this scene specifically. Like all he’s doing is opening a cabinet to grab spaghettiOs and he looks unbelievable. The fluffiness of his hair? His face. I never see anyone talk about this.

[trulyumai]

an arrow of might

—synopsis: an arrow struck through the crowd, past the display of people and aimed for your head. geta was furious.

pairing: Emperor geta / Empress! reader

—warnings: violence, talk of death, protective Geta

enjoy!

The Colosseum was alive with a frenzy of noise and movement, the sun beating down mercilessly on the sand-strewn arena. The clash of steel, the roars of beasts, and the cheers of thousands of spectators created a tempest of sensory overload. Amid this chaos, you were absorbed in the delicate task of caring for your young son, who was captivated by the spectacle unfolding before him.

Geta, seated in his position of authority, kept a vigilant eye on the arena, but his gaze frequently shifted towards you and the child. The violence below, while meant to display Rome’s might, was unsettling, and you could not shake the feeling of anxiety gnawing at your heart.

Without warning, the atmosphere shifted abruptly. The roar of the crowd intensified, shifting to panicked shouts and cries. Your pulse quickened as you saw an arrow slicing through the air, its trajectory erratic and alarming. Time seemed to slow as it arced dangerously towards you.

Instinctively, you pulled your son close, shielding him with your body. The arrow whizzed past, embedding itself with a sickening thud into the wooden frame of your chair. Your heart leapt to your throat as you glanced around in shock, the enormity of the danger sinking in.

Geta’s reaction was immediate and fierce. His eyes, usually calm and composed, now blazed with protective fury. He sprang into action, his authoritative presence cutting through the crowd with decisive urgency. Each powerful stride was driven by the primal need to protect his family. His voice, usually steady, now carried a note of raw command.

“Protect her!” Geta bellowed, his tone slicing through the chaos. His personal guards, trained for such moments, formed an impenetrable barrier around you and your son, their weapons drawn and their eyes scanning for any further threat.

The world seemed to constrict to a singular focus: Geta and the peril surrounding you. You held your son tightly, his small frame trembling against you. His wide, frightened eyes met yours, and the sight of his innocent fear only deepened your own.

Geta reached your side in a heartbeat, his face etched with a fierce blend of relief and anxiety. “Are you hurt?” he demanded, his voice strained with concern as he knelt beside you, his hands carefully examining not only your face, but the space around you.

“I’m fine,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky but resolute. “But the arrow...”

Geta’s gaze followed the path of the arrow, his expression darkening with a protective rage. “Stay down,” he instructed firmly, though his voice was gentler, coaxed with honey and warmth to your scared being. He signaled one of his guards to remove the arrow while another scanned the stands, his eyes never leaving you.

The crowd’s murmur grew to a tense, expectant silence. The sudden intrusion of danger had shifted the mood dramatically. You looked up at Geta, whose normally stern features were now a mask of fierce protectiveness. He reached out to steady you, his touch both reassuring and urgent.

“I’m.. sorry,” Geta murmured, his voice breaking slightly as he looked into your eyes. “I should have been more careful.. to think I would bring you to such a spectacl—.”

“No,” you interrupted, voice trembling with a mix of fear and gratitude. “You protected us. You kept us safe.”

Geta’s gaze softened as he regarded his son, who clung to you with wide, terrified eyes. The arrow, now removed and inspected, was a stark reminder of how fragile safety could be. The danger had been real and immediate, and its impact was palpable.

With a resolute nod, Geta turned to his guards, issuing sharp commands to heighten security and ensure the safety of everyone present. His concern for you and your son was palpable, yet so was his unwavering commitment to maintaining order.

“Are you certain you’re alright?” Geta asked again, his eyes searching yours with a depth of concern that spoke volumes.

“Yes,” you assured him, though your voice was barely more than a whisper. “I’m just shaken.”

He nodded, his face returning to its usual mask of authority, though his gaze remained tender as it rested on you. “We’ll leave as soon as the games conclude. Your safety is my foremost concern.”

The spectacle continued below, but its appeal had been tainted by the recent events. Geta’s protective presence was a comforting shield, a reminder of his dedication and love. As you held your son close, enveloped by Geta’s unwavering vigilance, a profound sense of relief and gratitude washed over you.

In the midst of chaos and danger, the strength and love of your family had proven to be the greatest shield of all.

[fyeaheddiemunson]

[pedgito]

JOSEPH QUINN as EMPEROR GETA Gladiator 2, dir. Ridley Scott

[bcmbiquinn]

Oh my god! My Shayla, my shayla

[josephquinngifs]

[joesquinns]

so soft pt. 155