Do You Ever Laugh With Your Friends And Think Oh This Is The Point. This Is The Point Of Everything

Caesar on a TV Screen by The Last Dinner Party is so Oliver Quick coded I'm going to combust

nothing’s ever mine…

Saltburn (2023) save me

Saltburn (2023)

Saltburn (2023) save me

good morning i feel like seven dollars

Horse figure of the day: Stig Lindberg Horse

Happy 19th birthday to Amazing New Mexico sunset

Because they're all freaks! Hope this helps

tell me why i'm starting to obsess over Lucius Verus after the evil twins?

(still obsessing over the twins tbh)

Feyd Rautha is a femboy by Harkonnen gender presentation standards. No I will not be elaborating.

Struck by a realization.

Caracalla, a horribly disease ridden forceps baby, seemingly forgets his involvement with his brother’s death a matter of hours, or days, after the fact.

I see people attributing this to neurosyphilis, the psychological effects of lead poisoning, etc. Obviously. But I feel like it could also be some flavor of a trauma response. Whether he is unintentionally repressing memories of violence, or deliberately refusing to accept reality and thus losing the thread, I’m not quite sure.

Yeah, the man is obviously deeply sick. But him and Geta have also been through a history of physical abuse. A cocktail of drinking, desensitization to violence, trauma, brain damage, and psychosis all contributed.

If Caracalla was experiencing some type of severe complex trauma or delusions (or both;) it would be incredibly easy to completely discard anything that doesn’t adhere to the reality his mind had created. Especially when that reality is a place where he is correct, protected, or vindicated. Caracalla’s deep fried and shredded brain tissue would have absolutely no problem tossing out the memory of literally sawing Geta’s head off. Caracalla might have simply dismissed it as an intrusive thought he ignored, a nightmare he had. I dunno, him being conscious of the event but not recognizing it is MISERABLE!! And I am nothing if not a creator of miserable fiction.

I don’t have all of the right words here. But god. I am sick to my stomach thinking about my blorbos.