Reblog To Totally Finger Someone!

Feyd Rautha, pointing to Chani: Who's that? Your pet?

Feyd Rautha pulls out his phone and opens the gallery in the same second: Look, I have three too! This picture here is of them eating a human, this one too, and this one.... They're pretty voracious. I love them.

im always surprised how many people think venetia is the younger sibling. i feel like we get so caught up in those scenes defined as shocking and grotesque by media and pop culture at large that we skim over the quiet, lurking horrors of saltburn. poor, poor venetia, who was born first but will never be first, not to the boys, not to her parents, not to oliver, not to anyone. mommy's emotionally battered and neglected firstborn daughter. felix was born when venetia was still a baby, not even two years old, the perfect golden boy, son and heir, sun and air. and he's getting it all, the title, the estate, everything ("I will look after this house just as felix would have"). do you think they ever talked about it? which catton was getting saltburn? i dont. venetia, the butt of every joke. desperate, embarrassing, lighting her body up like a neon sign on an empty highway. if felix is the sun, venetia is the moon, shrouded in darkness when he's not near. venetia, destroying and remaking herself in her mother's eyes. always hungry, a scavenger of love, picking over felix's scraps, sucking up the detritus at the bottom of a dark, lonely ocean.

louis de pointe du lac — denial is a river

Wrote a little thing based on these tags:

'Nothing is ever mine.' - A frequent refrain.

Not the throne, not Rome, not the titles, not the jewels, not the glory, not even her love.

It had been his idea, after all, though he doesn't remember it, he was certain the idea came from him. Geta took credit for it, just like he did with most things. But it had been his, just like she should have been- or he should have been her's- no-

The sword was cool to the touch and the scent of the flower petals was sweet. It was hot, the Roman sun shining like the smile on her face when she looked at Geta; he didn't even get a smile-

A large hand clamped down on his golden cuff. Rage burned hot but quickly dissipated; the hand was too tan and worn to be Geta- Tegula, that was it-

"Caesar".

A deep voice in his ear, and suddenly his feet are stumbling as he catches his balance.

"It should be me"

This time, his own voice, and all that white hot rage and a black aching sadness fills him again and he finds himself lurching forward. The clang of the sword rings out as it slips from his grip and even Tegula's strength can't keep his free hand from swiping out, connecting with the rich fabric of his brother's robes. Yanking and pulling at the cloth, nails digging into the embroidery, he hears Geta's voice:

"Let go"

Geta is hissing in his ear and now there's another hand on him, pale and bejewelled. There's too much touch but not the right kind-

It's as if he's a spectator, watching the mirror of him, himself but something is off, not quite right- is that him? He's watching himself pulling away, straightening up and turning to Mummy- no, it can't be him, Mummy never-

"Caesar"

Tegula, again. He's back in himself, watching Geta smooth out his robes. But his own feet are kicking now, except it's no use, Tegula has him now and it's out of the room, into the airy hall and away.

He won't remember swinging the blade come morning, nor will he remember the angry tears he shed or the look of pity on Mummy's face. But he knows. He knows.

You guys want to play a game? REBLOG and put in the tags why you follow this person

Caracalla: who is your favourite gladiator?

Geta: obviously its the one who rides rhinos

Caracalla: that's such a basic fucking bitch answer

Geta: oh you wanna real answer brother?

Geta: a guy who recited a poem and bit a monkey

Caracalla:...

Geta: look it up. that's my favourite gladiator

you guys see it right?

JACOB ELORDI as FELIX CATTON Saltburn (2023) · dir. Emerald Fennell

my desiccated son thrunt

Happy 19th birthday to Amazing New Mexico sunset

This post would end Oliver quick and I know it.

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts