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Geta Headcanons

Geta always has a plan. In fact, he usually has two, three, four plans in the back of his mind. His brain is never not working; he’s always watching, always anticipating his and everyone else’s next move. He’s got it all down, he knows every exit in every room in the palace, he always has his back to the wall, he wears his sturdiest rings just in case he has to lash out. He’s thin, lanky even, but he figures he’s been on the receiving end of enough punches from his father to know how to land one himself.

Every blink, every flick of a finger, every word that comes out just a little bit off, he notices it. He sees how people watch him, but he watches them right back, and he sees it all. Things maybe they don’t even realize they’re doing. But Geta sees it, analyzes it, his mind spinning with reasons for why. Why do the senators fiddle with their robes when he is speaking? Why does Lucilla pause slightly before she answers his questions? Why does Tegula’s lip twitch whenever Geta adjusts his laurels? He’s got a million answers for each question, and not one of those answers makes him feel any better.

Geta doesn’t sleep well. He never has. He has trouble falling asleep and then staying asleep. As an adult, he grinds his teeth so badly he’s had one removed at the back of his mouth. As a child, he’d stare at Caracalla, passed out and snoring, completely oblivious to the world around him. Geta envied him for it. He still does.

Caracalla. It’s not entirely Caracalla’s fault he’s ill, Geta knows that. Geta isn’t even sure Caracalla knows he’s ill most of the time. Geta pities him as much as he loves him. If he thinks about it too much, he feels his throat seizes up and he has to close his eyes. He hasn’t cried in a long time.

Geta layers on the cuffs, stacks his rings, slathers his face with make up. Geta does not always like being himself. The thicker the eye shadow, the more elaborate his robes, the more 'Emperor' he looks, the less he sees himself and the less others can see him too, he thinks. He hopes. He doesn’t always feel that way, not when he is standing in the middle of a room, playing his part, and then something or someone goes off script and he’s left naked and exposed, a fool.

When that happens, Geta broods. He paces, he fiddles with those same rings he layered on for protection. He replays the moments over and over and over and over and over in his head, he can’t stop himself. His stomach burns and he’s found himself on the ground a few times, curled up and sweating, blinking back hot tears and swallowing bile. He’s pulled out hair before, he’s made himself bleed with his own fingernails, and so now he cuts them short.

Hey guys, I just noticed that the relationship between Felix and Oliver could be similar to the relationship between Dionysus and Satyrs in Greek mythology. Basically as Dionysus is heavily associated wine and partying in general, and is always being followed by his band of Maenads (flower hippies that are also very evil) and Satyrs which is similar to Felix as he is often described as the life of the party and is always surrounded by a group of people. Anyway, on the other hand, Satyrs are half-goat men whose actions are driven by desire, with them often being seen on vases with phallic imagery. This sort of relates to Oliver, as he is driven by his desire for Felix through most of the film.

But yeah, this probably wasn't what Fennel was going for as I know that her literary references were more modern than ancient greek mythology, but its just something funky I've noticed.

Me: time for bed…. My brain: domestic Hannigram screencap edits, but if they’d been actual murder husbands since the start

saltburn is making me go insane. sorry for any future posts.

fuckwits also don't, we may be stupid, but we're not as stupid to support him.

it would seem that emerald fennell and her perfect cast created saltburn exclusively for me and 6 other people on tumblr to go absolutely bonkers, crying-in-a-corner, life-changingly insane over and for nobody else on earth to understand or appreciate fully

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

Rumour has it, although the King of Ithaca had returned to his shores, his throne remained empty for the better part of a year.

so fucked up that goncharov is only on poob

Why doesn’t the big freak just eat the smaller one…?