everyday i wake up

“with respect, what do you know about war?”GAGGGGGG HIMMMMMM

Was it casual when I told you that you had my vote nevertheless, when you told me you didn't want it?

what if we both tried to resign from our positions as cardinals but the late pope wouldn’t let us because he thought we had more to offer the church and entrusted us both with his legacy while knowing he was dying, and then we meet in the most intense circumstance possible within the church and discover that we serve the same purpose and each find worthy things to follow and believe in within each other. and we were both boys.

"BLACKED OUT"

i can't stop thinking about conclave. the use of sound, the use of silence. the music coming in and disrupting the moment. the voyeuristic shots imitating confession - dialogue heard but not seen. the shots over lawrence's shoulders, his back to us and to himself. the turtles as a symbol for goodness and slow but steady progress. the way women of the church are highlighted and seen but very rarely heard. the juxtaposition of technology and tradition. the costuming that is almost exactly the same except for the individual flairs. the use of light, shining in for illumination or shrouding their secrets. the exploration of faith even in the most narrowest of spaces. the explicit condemnation of exclusionary beliefs. just... conclave!!

people imagining bellini and lawrence having history together or a mutual crush is sweet i guess but i cannot shake the impression of them being two gay men who are fundamentally uninterested in each other

nightmare "there was only one bed" scenario where bellini thinks he's finally gonna get his chance w lawrence only to discover that his long time object of lust sleeps like fuckinn nosferatu to stop himeslf from jorkin it

committed an ao3 sin and read a conclave fic thinking it was lawrenitez only to be jumpscared by lawrellini. finished reading the fic and left a kudo and said out loud "good for them" because it was a quality lawrellini fic. anyways we need as much cardinal yaoi as we can produce out there

The absolute power move of sitting through three days of your colleagues' dirtiest laundry getting aired and then going "Oh, what do I want to be called? Innocent."

I need a 4 hour cut of Conclave actually