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frozenmemories1987 · 7 months
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I wish people were still writing Sparty fic...
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blondelucretia · 2 years
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I’m not so sure I agree with the assertion in both of the (otherwise excellent!) Chadara metas I just reblogged that the show itself treated her like a villain or frowned upon her transactional use of sex. Of course Mira did, for reasons that are pretty understandable, but I think Gannicus’ gentler rejection was also telling (I’d posit that after his reintroduction in “Libertus” he frequently acts as a moral compass & audience surrogate). I also think the context matters.
“Chosen Path,” the episode in which Chadara died, was preoccupied with the place of women in this specific society (though many of the themes are, sadly, still relevant today): Ilithyia being forced to carry an unwanted pregnancy to term by her power-hungry politician husband; Lucretia, now without legal rights or property due to her widow status, being raped by her former slave the moment his position is elevated even slightly; Naevia realizing that the traumas she has endured are preventing her from being able to be intimate with Crixus & asking him to teach her self-defense; Mira, determined to prove her worth to herself (and to Spartacus, let’s be honest), taking up archery; and poor Chadara being cruelly rebuffed by Donar, failing to ingratiate herself with the rebels & choosing to take her chances on the Romans instead.
The episode is also interested in how women support each other, or don’t. Lucretia & Ilithyia, both powerless & at their lowest points in the series, begin to lean on each other and have something approaching a genuine friendship. Meanwhile, Seppia continues to be the fly in their ointment, her presence a constant reminder that even when you’re on top there is always someone younger, richer, and prettier waiting in the wings.
And then there’s Mira’s shaming and ultimate (unintended) killing of Chadara. The two came from similar circumstances, frequently used by their masters as sex objects. One of the million tragedies of the series is that Mira never felt or expressed solidarity with Chadara, but I take that as a reflection of a world which often pits women against each other rather than an endorsement of Mira’s attitude or a condoning of Chadara’s murder (which Mira clearly feels very guilty about in the following episode). Rather, the show invites empathy with Chadara by showing a range of responses to her (by Mira, Donar, Gannicus, and Nasir), and implicit in the episode's focus on the struggles of five very different women is the idea that there is no one right way to be a woman in an actively misogynist society.
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kallisto-k · 1 year
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Spartacus Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Agron/Nasir Characters: Agron (Spartacus), Nasir (Spartacus), Chadara (Spartacus) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Mythology, Unnamed Romans Die, Agron is Human, Nasir is Not, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:
Prompt: Agron is an escaping slave. While running from Romans he comes across nature spirit/god/mythological creature Nasir. Nasir uses his supernatural powers to save Agron. How? (Extra challenge: Nasir is bound to something- a physical object or a place. How do they get a happy ending together free from the threat of Rome? Does Agron make it home?)
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devilshelter · 1 month
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obscureenthusiast · 2 months
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Okay tough one but for the ask game please share a sneak peek "Reaching in the Dark"
But also, Sha're and Teal'c party time??
Ahhhhh thank you!!
So "Reaching in the Dark" is my Agron POV companion to my ridiculously long Nasir Missing Scenes fic ("Family Pulled From the Flood" and both titles come from Florence and the Machine's song "End of Love" because I'm dramatic lmao). This one is fixing to be EVEN MORE ridiculous in length and scope because instead of 2 seasons worth of missing scenes it's 3 and I'm digging into the Agron and Duro relationship for a huge chunk of it :P
I'm gonna leave the Sha're and Teal'c party time question for now (because it's gonna be answered in another ask that another friend sent me), and wander straight into some sneak peeks at those Greasy Gladiator Boys:
That night, as he and Duro sat in the quiet, with so many gladiators absent the cells to attend the party upstairs, Agron pulled his sleeping mat closer to Duro’s and spoke quietly. “Do you recall that pond near home? With the ducks?” Duro coughed out a pained laugh, turning his head to look at Agron in slight confusion. “I recall it, though I know not why you bring it to mind.” “Do you remember when you tried to race me to the shore and merely managed to stumble and smash your fucking face on a tree?” Agron continued, smiling. Duro returned the smile. “When you begged me not to tell our mother, but I was already bleeding all over everything?” Agron sighed, nodding and keeping silent for a moment as he recollected the day. He looked at the ceiling of their cell, imagining anew the mix of panic and admonishment on the face of their mother, remembering his own anguish at having caused Duro to fall. Remembering that he had felt that same hollow anxiousness when forced to watch his brother bleed. After a beat, though, he spoke in a low, teasing tone, “Since that day, your nose has been slightly crooked. Perhaps there is a chance that Crixus has now seen it fixed?” Duro scoffed and rolled over to punch Agron on the arm, though the action came without any true fire. Agron laughed, pushing his brother’s hand away as easily as swatting a fly, and he felt a deluge of unspoken words trapped in his throat. He wished he could explain to Duro that there was nothing in this world he wanted less than to see him hurt, but that circumstances had stolen from him all choice in the matter. He wished he could swear to Duro a lifetime of protection and safety. But he could only make his brother laugh at the memories that made Agron himself feel nauseous, and he could only offer the meager comfort of his presence.
The above snippet I had to include because it references YOUR DURO AND AGRON CHILDHOOD FIC annnnnnd this second one is JUST because I know you love Chadara dearly:
Nasir cast a warning look at Chadara. “Don’t speak so loudly, lest your bitter words be overheard.” Chadara laughed, though her voice did lower somewhat even as she teased, “And what would come of such a thing happening? You made attempt on Spartacus’s life and have been rewarded with training,” she turned and looked at Agron, raising her eyebrows, “and the confidence of fellow warriors held in esteem.” Agron had begun to wonder why Chadara had placed herself with Agron between her and Nasir if she was only going to talk to Nasir, but now her purpose became clearer. Her pointed glance in Agron’s direction and the smile that chased the corner of her lips was no doubt meant to flatter, but Agron felt only the awkward tension of his shoulders increasing beneath the weight of her attention. He looked toward Nasir, instead, forcing a smile despite the discomfort. “Such confidence is hardly rewarded absent reason,” he said. He nudged Nasir with his elbow, smile growing. “Nasir proves trustworthy, despite presenting himself at first as a wild little dog.” Nasir met Agron’s eyes for a moment before looking away, though a grin wrested onto his face all the same.  Chadara laughed again and the teasing in her tone returned, “Given the long hours of your time spent in discreet conversation, I could not imagine you had not laid strong foundations of trust. I did not intend to say you placed blind confidence.” Agron frowned, turning to look at Chadara somewhat sharply as he tried to sort out her meaning, but his study of her was cut short as an older woman appeared from the house and called out brusquely: “Chadara! Stop standing around, girl, I haven’t time for you to chatter away!” Chadara huffed, rolling her eyes. “Fuck the gods,” she muttered, as she began to walk away.
<3 <3 Thank you so much for the ask!!
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maxanor · 1 year
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seeing the news about that spartacus sequel in the works has me both excited and nostalgic 'cause i know some of my favourites are dead so they won't get to cameo. chadara and saxa were both done so dirty and let's not even talk about mira. i've always wondered why they went with killing her off rather than put her out of commission like oenomaus and nasir were when they got injured. give sparty a scare and let my girl live! i get her death is the last push for him to attack glaber but still
i am interested to see what they do for the sequel! i know back when the show original ended, deknight and co. wanted to make a spinoff about crassus and caeser, but it didn't end up happening. so i wonder if the sequel will have to do more with the roman side?? i doubt they'll focus on original characters, especially considering only four main characters survived. i could see agron and nasir doing some sort of cameo, which would be lovely! i don't even think the actress who played sibyl acts anymore, she more behind the scenes/directing now. so i think they might either focus on the aftermath of the war on the romans side, or they'll focus on some of the slaves that survived (besides agron, nasir, sibyl, and laeta). chadara was absolutely done dirty, i always wish she got to live a bit longer bc it would have been nice for nasir to have a friend around. i don't have any problem with how saxa's story ended, she was a warrior until the end and there's no way she wouldn't have gone down fighting. mira's death is hard for me, bc she's one of my favorite characters in the whole show, but i do ultimately think it was necessary to push spartacus and the other rebels forward in their journey. to me, mira was kind of the last piece of spartacus' heart ("i have given all that remains") especially after sura and varro's deaths. i would have loved for her to live, but i do think it makes sense for the story :/
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Roman Iron Slave Collar; 4th-6th Century AD.
https://thetravelbible.com/top-artifacts-from-ancient-rome/
The inscription says: "I have run away; hold me! When you shall have returned me to my master, Zoninus, you will receive a gold coin." This was locked around the slave's neck so there was no way to take it off.
Slave Collar, was a device forcibly worn by enslaved people in the Roman Republic. They were used to identify a person as a slave and to prevent escape, as well as to assist in identification of runaway slaves. In this way, slave collars were similar to slave brands, which were also used to identify slaves and their owners. Notable bearers of slave collars include Nasir, Naevia, Mira, Melitta, Chadara, and Saxa.
Not all slaves wore collars, particularly if they had positions which were considered prestigious, such as Medicus or Ashur.
Source: Facebook
Museum of Artifacts
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ao3feed-nagron · 10 months
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Gonna Love You Tonight
by dandelionfairies
Agron and Nasir broke up six months ago. Neither has really moved on. So when Nasir sees that Agron is calling him, he's not too surprised by the invitation to come up to the bar.
Words: 2777, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Spartacus Series (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Agron (Spartacus), Nasir (Spartacus), Kore (Spartacus), Chadara - Mentioned Only, Spartacus - Mentioned Only, Duro - Mentioned Only, Mira (Spartacus), Donar - Mentioned Only
Relationships: Agron/Nasir
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Break Up, Exes, Top Agron (Spartacus), Bottom Nasir (Spartacus)
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guggi04 · 2 years
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It’s Pride time in my Nagron exchange fic!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
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magnusedom · 4 years
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Chadara and Nasir in Spartacus: episode 3x03 "The Greater Good".
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lareinedulune · 3 years
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frozenmemories1987 · 1 year
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First lines game
Thank you @lakritzwolf for tagging me!
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
My most recent ten fics:
"Hey, Egghead. Can we talk?"
Bro Code - Nagron Moder AU - Spartacus
"No need to be so cocky about it," Lugo grumbles when Auctus fastens the buckle of his heavy leather cuffs.
Tie Me Down, part of the collection Between The Lines - Lugo/Auctus modern AU - Spartacus
Storms were howling outside their little home as Nasir burrowed into Agron’s side for warmth.
Chapter 6 of To Peace and Beyond - Nagron post canon collection - Spartacus
"Duro! What the fuck are these?"
In the Eye of the Beholder - Duro/Auctus modern AU drabble - Spartacus
"Would that I could breathe you in forever." 
Unearthed Desires - Duro/Auctus/Chadara threesome pwp - Spartacus
"Happy birthday, pup."
Case In Point - Duro/Auctus modern AU - Spartacus
This had never been meant to happen.
What Could Have Been - Auctus/Pietros canon divergence - Spartacus
"Take fucking hands off me, I am of no need for assistance!"
Winesong - Duro/Castus - Spartacus
Nasir loves waking up to the insistent press of Agron’s not so subtle morning wood against the small of his back while Agron lazily wraps himself closer around him.
Forty - Nagron modern AU - Spartacus
Lugo growled deep in his throat at the sight before him. 
A Taste of Something More - Lugo/Auctus - Spartacus
Hmmm... I would have thought there was at least one non Spartacus fic in there... Oh well
Tagging my CSI fam anyway ❤️
@telltaleclerk, @jencsi, @panchostokes as well as @kallisto-k, @stormkpr, @obscureenthusiast and @damnabledimples
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ina-stardust · 3 years
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I was curious about the couple and I love the children...
Agron and his nephews, can you imagine? Aw ❤️
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virtualcarrot · 4 years
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The protesters!college AU nobody asked for
written by someone who hasn’t been to college (grad school instead) and never set foot in the usa or lived in north america and has no idea what she’s talking about other than the information she got from harassing her former college-student friend and doesn’t have a beta reader to explain to her proper english syntax or just proofread her nonsense
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The lecture hall building was blocked by a student protest. It was barely 9:30 AM, he hadn’t slept one wink to finish his paper and the lecture hall building was blocked by a student protest. After the Student Center’s printer giving up the ghost right before him and almost getting run over on his way back from the printing shop two blocks away, the lecture hall building was blocked by a student protest. That begged repeating. He could not emphasize it enough, even in the security of his own mind.
To say that Nasir was not having a good start to his day would be an understatement. Also, his unbridled ingestion of coffee throughout the night meant that he couldn’t tell how much of his palpitations was due to stimulants and how much was anxiety. He felt more than a bit unhinged.
He had a temper, alright. He knew it, the people close to him knew it, and only those in a position of power over him remained happily ignorant of the burning resentment blazing away inside him behind the polite smile and downcast eyes. The students before him though held absolutely no authority over him and when one of the men raised his arm to stop him from pushing past, something in him snapped.
Nasir had never quite fallen into the delinquent crowd during his teenage years but had been shaken enough by the experience that was foster care that he did learn to throw a punch or two. He wasn’t one for unnecessary risks though and had only ever gotten to blows with people his own size.
These weren’t people his own size.
His face hit the asphalt with a smacking sound and he winced as he realized some of the gravel against his cheek had probably drawn blood.
“What the fuck?!” a voice sounded behind him, further than the person holding him down.
He struggled against the weight on his back and the hands holding his arms back tightened in warning.
“I’ll let you go but don’t try that again,” said the one holding him.
Someone somewhere groaned in exasperation - “Really, Spartacus, that’s it?!” - but Nasir ignored it, too busy bucking into the regained freedom of his limbs and hastening back to his feet, his eyes wild.
He could hear blood pumping in his ears and his heartbeat was deafening him to the noises around.
“I want in!” He hissed at them.
The man who had been holding him – Spartacus, apparently – looked right back at him serenely, like he hadn’t just dodged a punch to the face then rubbed Nasir’s face into the ground in a move that, in retrospect, had seemed more like instinctive self-defense than purposeful violence. He was taller than Nasir – but then, most people were, much to his chagrin – and built like a brick shithouse. An even stockier man a few steps behind was glaring at Nasir like he wanted nothing more than to cave his face in and by his side an absurdly tall guy with a bunch of leather necklaces was looking at him with condescending amusement.
They all had too much muscle mass per person, to be honest. Even the two closest women holding signs, one of which looked distantly familiar in that way regular faces on a campus can be, had unexpected muscle definition.
Professor Curio had been very clear about the way he felt about people missing his classes and Nasir had earned his scholarship, gods damn it! A bunch of students too busy playing at politics and too lazy to work on their education weren’t going to earn him the first strike on his record. Nasir took a deep breath to center himself and pasted on his blandest self-effacing smile.
“I really need to get inside,” he said politely.
The tall guy with more necklaces than sense chortled at him, sharing an amused look with a slimmer man wearing his hair in locks. Nasir ignored them and looked at Spartacus expectantly who shook his head in reply, though not unkindly.
“I’m sorry, but no exceptions.”
Nasir was too tired for this shit.
“If I fucking lose my scholarship because of this-” he snarled, then bit down on his lip to keep himself quiet.
Spartacus narrowed his eyes at him, his eyes alight with curiosity but also something deeper, sharper, pointed.
“That would be an abuse of authority. One of the reasons we’re protesting.” he pointed out, holding out an arm to encompass the gathering around them. The taller guy behind grinned at them and lifted the arm of one of the women by his side. She rolled her eyes long-sufferingly but allowed the manhandling. ‘Silence is violence’ read the sign they thus waved together. Around them, on other signs, ‘make our university safe again’, ‘students aren’t slaves to their masters’ knowledge’ and the one that really caught his attention : ‘justice for Naevia’.
A memory started to condense in his mind. He had met her before, months ago, albeit briefly, before she stormed out of Curio’s class. He had heard of her conflict with her director of studies since then, something Ashur, whom she accused of harassment and trying to take credit for her work. The man in turn claimed to have been seduced in exchange for working on her thesis and the whole situation was an utter mess, one that hit a bit too close to home for Nasir’s comfort. He felt leaden.
Spartacus was looking at him curiously, knowingly, so he wet his lips, opened his mouth to say something, anything, when a voice sounded at the top of the stairs of the building they were blocking.
“Ah, Tiberius!” professor Curio said. “Are you hostage or protester?”
Chadara was standing by his side, beautiful and demure and smiling so gently and so politely and her eyes so downcast in a way that Nasir knew to be fake and he grit his teeth against a snarl, his hands made into fists by his side and his cheeks burning in humiliation but his eyes, oh, his eyes burning with hate he could not quite contain.
He took an unconscious step forward and this time Spartacus didn’t stop him. Worse, the man even moved to the side to give him room to speak and be and Nasir resented him for it. Nasir found himself resenting everyone, all of a sudden. He had spent so many years reigning himself in, just taking the insults, the jests, the contempt, being pleasant and nice and useful, unassuming and nonthreatening, and he didn’t want to ruin it in a temper tantrum one shitty Thursday morning but here he was, unable to keep his anger in leash, feeling like he was losing his footing in the world and nobody was helping him keep quiet.
So he drew himself tall, raised his head, and shouted.
“My fucking name is Nasir!”
Silence followed, heavy and charged, then Professor Curio rolled his eyes, said “Tiberius is much easier to remember,” and turned to whisper something to Chadara with his hand on her lower back.
“No it isn’t,” tall guy half-whispered with a humorless snort that had him shushed by the woman he had held out the sign with.
“Class is canceled,” Professor Curio announced and walked back inside without a second glance.
Chadara stood still as she watched him go, subservient and soft, and only came back to life once he was out of sight. She walked down the stairs with nervous energy to her steps, slipped between a couple of protesters kind enough to make room for her.
“What the fuck, Nasir?” she asked when she reached him and though her voice was more amused than it was disapproving, all soft and kind, he knew her enough to hear the hint of alarm underneath. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his bruised cheek and the dirt covering it. “Making new friends?”
Nasir hid his face in his hands with a pained groan and hoped for some miracle to make him vanish.
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Spartacus: Vengeance Rewatch - Episode 2: A Place In This World
Sex Scene: 2
“Cock”: 7 (plus a few “my cock rages on”)
“Cunt”: 1
“Kill Them All”: 0
“Fucking Gaul”: 1
Slow motion Face Punch: 4
Episode Name Dropped by: -
Memorable Death: THE GOAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite Line: “Gods save me. I find myself in agreement with a Gaul.”
- I absolutely adore baby Oenomaus.
- He’s so vicious, I am totally here for it!
- “All men can be tamed. No matter how wild.”
- “If I held such desire, you would be split in two.” – that Batiatus family gets the best lines!
- Oenomaus in his Pit wear is fucking creepy.
- I love how bored with everything Chadara is.
- NASIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Loving the shadow fight. And it’s nice to know the gladiators can fight without screaming.
- I know mostly everyone on this show is either NZ or Aus, but this dominus sounds super Australian.
- Ah, good old ‘Tiberius’
- So I read somewhere that back in ancient times it was totally fine for men to have sex with other men, but as long as you were the ‘top’? So this dominus asking ‘Tiberius’ to “place cock in arse” is a really odd thing for those time. But, oh well.
- These slow-mo fights are one of my favourite things about Spartacus.
- Agron isn’t even using weapons this season apparently. He’s gonna use his fists to kill the Romans, or drown them in tiny ponds.
- Fuck Yeah Mira!!!!
- Spartacus loves stabbing dudes through the back of the head.
- All the gladiators grouped together look like a modelling shoot.
- Agron looking at Spartacus like “we weren’t actually given a choice. It was either follow you or die in that fucking ludus. Not much choice there buddy.” Then Spartacus looking at Agron all “shut the fuck up Agron”
- “I am Spartacus” – that line will never not get to me.
- The show of slavery here is amazing. The dominus is on his knees with a blade at his throat, essentially weak, and yet one word from him has his slaves cowering. That’s inane.
- Acer in the background all “yeah buddy, you about to die”
- The moment this guy realises he’s fucked up is brilliant.
- “How could I know that she held meaning?” “Did she not breathe? Did her heart not beat like any other woman’s? Yet you did not see a woman, did you? You just saw something to be used and discarded. You just saw a fucking slave!”
- I weirdly like Rhaskos and Chadara.
- “A rise too slight for eyes to notice.” – YAS MIRA!
-  “A skill lacking in most men.” – SERIOUSLY MIRA IS QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
- This scene with Chadara basically explains her entire character. She is of the belief she has to have sex with someone strong and important so she can be safe. She never breaks that way of thinking and it’s kinda sad.
- “The hope of love to come. A danger in its own right.”
- Rhaskos penis. Honestly not as slight as Mira would have everyone believe.
- Salty Sassy Agron is my fave.
- Love that Agron knows Naevia is surely to be fucked up by her enslavement. No one else mentions it at all.
- “Every man has his worth.”
- AGRON AND NASIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- I would love to know what goes on in Nasir’s head when Spartacus removes his collar. I mean he’s basically grown up with that, how utterly naked would you feel without it? No wonder the little dude wanted to kill him.
- Ilithyia’s body slave is gorgeous!
- Flashback penis, again.
- That masturbation scene is so awkward with Glaber walking in, holy crap. BUT I do love that they portray female masturbation.
- Actually all these Spartacus/Ilithyia sex flashbacks makes a whole lot of sense for the end of S2.
- “The gods would rather piss on Rome than whisper in her ear.” I love how bitter Ilithyia is.
- Seriously Glaber, you clearly don’t know how to please a woman. You can’t make her feel like crap then expect her to want to have sex with you….
- GOATS!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH THE FIRST NAGRON EPISODE HAS GOATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My shipper heart is soaring once again!!!!
- Oh crap, I didn’t notice this first time. Mira saying she’s never known the comfort of a bed. Shit man.
- Oh gods, the awkward “what are we” talk. Yikes.
- “Let me never be from them.” – shit man, foreshadow? I’m not ready for that!
-  I wanna believe Sparty has genuine feelings for Mira, but I also think he’s just telling her what she wants to hear without outwardly lying. She is clearly in love with him, but he doesn’t feel the same. He’ll never love anyone but Sura (and Varro, if we’re being honest).
- NASIR!!!!! Dude is so brave to take on the legend that is Spartacus. I love him.
- I remember when I first watched this, I started laughing as soon as Nasir started talking. HE’S JUST SO KIWI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- “You but take my masters place.” – so powerful.
- I love how Nasir already has his snarl down pat. He is constantly baring his teeth. I cannot wait for the first hiss, oh gods!
- NAGRON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Holy fuck I love the banter between Sparty and Agron, ITS SO GOOD!
-  Don’t hit the precious Nasir.
- Don’t lie Agron, we all know you’re into that “wild little dog.”
- I’ll say it again, SALTY SASSY AGRON IS MY FAVE!
- Oh, saw the girl with the penis that looks a hell of a lot less cgi than last time, yay.
- I love seeing Oenomaus fighting!
-  “One must learn to kneel if he is ever to rise.” – yeah, but you ever gonna see any of these Romans kneeling? I don’t think so.
- Baby Quentis.
-  I do actually really like Titus.
- I honestly thought those hooded figures where rebels. Imagine my surprise…
-  Aww, chain around the neck reminds me of a Supernatural episode.
- Oenomaus in the Pits is fucking scary.
-  I get that he’s lost and purposeless but Oenomaus is basically committing suicide in a very elaborate way. SOMEONE HELP HIM.
-  “You wish to leave this world, I shall ferry you.” – no Anubis, wrong answer.
- AHHHHHH I love Agron training the new recruits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then again, logically is that really the best option? Agron was only in the ludus for a few months whereas some of the other guys had been there for years. Shouldn’t someone with more experience be teaching the newbies?
- IT WAS A HISS!!!!!!!! A baby hiss, BUT A HISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- I do love how much of an interest in Nasir’s training Spartacus takes. But then later in the season and the next it’s like they were never friends?
- “And when it becomes as a feather? What purpose do you think it shall fly to?” “One of your own choosing.”
- I’m sorry, but Pana is fucking beautiful.
-  Agron checking out Nasir. Sweety you ain’t subtle. SEE Donar sees it too!
- Noooo. Lucretia get away from that goat, what did it ever do to you!
- “I so wish to please you,” – hey there sexual tension.
- Okay the woman in market that comes to give gratitude to Lucretia is so beautiful.
- BAHAHA Ilithyia being friends with Seppia is hilarious!!!
-  I do really like Marcus and his friendship with Glaber. It’s one of the few friendships where I don’t pick up on any romantic or sexual overtones.
-  Seppius and that piece of fruit are really freaking me out. It’s all kinds of gross.
- This whole season seems to be about stripping Glaber down. Everyone (except Marcus) is picking on him and making him feel worthless and small. Poor dude. I mean he’s still an arse, but maybe he wouldn’t have been if everyone cut him some slack. Maybe.
- Crixus is totally posing on that couch behind Spartacus! It’s so overtly sexual, holy crap! Haha!
- NAGRON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh man, this scene!!!!!!!! AGRON IS SO AWKWARD! Dude cannot flirt at all! He’s so precious.
- AHHHHH DURO MENTION!!!!!!! I’m not ready for that! =[
- Nasir actually looks a little regretful after insulting Agron, MY SHIPPER HEART!
- Mira saving the day!
- “Freedom is not without cost.”
- The ritual is actually pretty cool…but did the goat have to die?!
- Ilithyia isn’t stupid. I wouldn’t give someone so clearly unstable a sharp blade either.
- THE GOAT HAS GOLDEN HORNS!??! Are you kidding me!
- "Your will, my hands” hey it’s back!
-  Titus and baby Oenomaus are really sweet.
- Smirking Nasir is beautiful.
- Why was Agron the last to jump out and fight?
-  Agron yelling for Spartacus gives me shivers.
- Nasir’s first kill!!! Woo!
-  “My brother called me Nasir.” MY SHIPPER HEART IS ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- FU-CKI-NG ASHUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Argh! I was so pissed when he came back!
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