#Historically incorrect

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Look, as much as I love celebrating Caesar’s death as the next Tumblrina, there’s an element to this that I think we need to address. About Caesar, about his assassination, about our reaction to it.

It didn’t work.

Killing Julius Caesar didn’t stop Rome from becoming an Empire. If anything it expedited the process. Because all the assassination did was turn Caesar into a martyr for his family and followers to turn into a standard to rally behind. The Republic fell, the Empire rose, and Caesar’s Assassination was the tipping point of it all.

In fact, there’s evidence Caesar had knowledge of the planned Assassination and went anyway, knowing what his death would turn him into. But why?

Fascists don’t get turned on by their followers when they die. They get turned on when they look weak.

By the time of his death, Caesar was sick. There’s evidence that he was incontinent and beginning to have mental problems. All in all, things that made him look weak.

I can’t say what would have happened in Brutus and the Senate had stayed their hand, but history would not have turned out the same way. Certainly, Caesar would not have been turned into a martyr with his assassination. If his followers had seen Caesar as he was, a shambling, dying, sick old man, would that have turned them on him? I can’t say.

The assassination of Julius Caesar isn’t a happy event, it’s a cautionary tale. I’m not saying this to ruin our Ides of March celebration, but I feel it needs to be said. Make Dictators look weak, and then stab them.

[eeviaylxix]

achilles: so you're telling me... you didn't go on a rage-induced murder spree after your boyfriend died in battle?

hamilton: ...no?

achilles:

hamilton: are you okay??

[good-soupmens]

Ngl I think Crowley would be besties with Galileo. He was kicked out of the church AND imprisoned for discovering that the earth went around the sun because it was thought to contradict the bible

Galileo: I told them curiosity is the key to problem solving!

Crowley: That's what I'm SAYING

[rebouks]

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[crickets chirping] [Robin gasped as he woke, scrambling backwards through the brush; he was pretty sure by now that ghosts couldn’t hurt him, at least not directly, but this particular entity was still unknown-.. and very close] Robin: AH! ?: AHHH! [Seemingly just as surprised as he was, the startled sprit mimicked Robin’s exclamation] Robin: Sorry! ?: Thou see me-.. hear me?! Robin: Yeah.. that’s a good thing though, right? ?: ‘Tis certainly different. Robin: Wait, where are you going-.. what’s your name? Heath: Erm, ‘tis Heath-.. methinks. Robin: I’ve never seen you here before. Heath: I’ve seen thou-.. and that curious thing around thy neck. Robin: How long have you been, uh… Heath: Dead? Oh, a while. Robin: It’s a camera. Whatever you take a picture of will be captured just as you see it, forever-.. as long as the photo lasts anyway. Don’t ask me how it works though, ‘cause you wouldn’t believe me. [Heath squinted with simultaneous suspicion and bewilderment] Robin: Here’s one I took earlier-.. that weird orb thing there? That’s what you’d look like if I took a picture of you. I think because you’re not physically here anymore, you don’t show up, but I don’t know for sure. Heath: I’m not entirely certain what thou speak upon, yet it hath an air of witchcraft about it if thou bid me. [phone ringing] Robin: Hang on. Heath: I’m not e’en going to bid what that is. Robin: Sorry, mom.. I fell asleep. Courtney: Where are you? Robin: On the island-.. Devin said I could use the boat whenever. Courtney: [sighs] Can you just come home, please? Robin: Yeah, I’m coming. [Robin stared at his phone briefly before sticking it back in his pocket, he didn’t like phones at the best of times – being unable to read the person he was conversing with, even a little, felt inherently wrong – but this felt worse than usual] Robin: I’ve gotta go. Heath: Well, ‘tis not as though I be going anywhere-.. apparently. Robin: I’ll show you some more pictures next time, I promise! Heath: I suppose that’d be nice…

[escespace]

1893

Leon: *Looking Merlin with caution* What did you say that was called again?

Merlin:Caffeine

Leon: How many of those did you take?

Merlin: *Shrugs* On the bright side, I don't think I'll buy Coca-Cola again.

[neechees]

White person making fun of aave but chalking it up to "weird" tiktok speech & then defending themselves by saying its about "how language evolves" when rightfully told that what they just said was antiblack

[dipperscavern]

coming off anon because I AM UNWELL

oh my GOD. IM ACTYALLY CHEWING ON MY FURNITURE LIKE A WOODCHUCK THAT WAS ACCODENTALLY LET IN THE HIUSE OH GODDDD PLSPLSPLSPSLPLPSKL

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday: If there was one thing you didn’t like about me, a tiny aspect, and there may not be, probably there isn’t. But if there was one thing I could change about my relatively flawless self, what would it be?

Enid, without hesitation: Your mercurial violence.

Wednesday: Really? Huh… father always thought that my best quality.

Enid: Really?

Wednesday: Yes, he’d say “she might not look like much and her social skills leave plenty to be desired but give her a knife and the girl has something”

Enid: Reason and compassion can win any argument better than violence.

Wednesday: You don’t have to win an argument with someone who has a slashed larynx. I find they struggle to make their point.

Enid: …

Wednesday: Not that I’m saying that’s a good thing. I’m not. It was a bad joke. I’m only saying… *notices enid becoming increasingly mad* …that I’ll work on that. Thank you for your honesty.

Enid: You’re welcome.

Wednesday: Aren’t you going to ask me if there’s anything I would change about you?

Enid: I can if you’d like, but you’re the one who will be forced to live with the consequences of your response.

Wednesday: …there’s nothing I’d change about you anyway.

Enid: Smart girl.

[thingsphoenix21]

Hades: I need help.

Demeter: Two words.

Hestia: I bet they won't be helpful.

Demeter: Your. Problem.

Hestia: I was right.

[kioneira]

Learning about the Polish situation after the partitions is so funny because you learn that after one of the Uprisings when everything from language to culture got banned in the Prussian part of the Annexation, (it got banned everywhere but let's ignore that for a moment) some Germans started to get interested in that because "why is it banned"?

And I just imagine the situation where poor Gilbert is just sitting in his study or just some office space doing paperwork maybe, and teenager Ludwig just comes in and is like:

Ludwig/Germany "I wanna learn Polish"

Gilbert/Prussia "You what now?"

It's the greatest revenge of Feliks.

[visenyaism]

i want to know if youve ever written ao3 fics becuz i love your writing

I’m not sure if anything I do on here can count as writing. I did write beloved maju @daensa a halloween present once about danelle lothston slash broader character study of harrenhal as an entity.

it is extremely weird and im not sure if i fully executed what i was going for but i did have a lot of fun doing it :)

[jewellery-box]

Dress, 1830-1833

A dress made of fine white cotton, with printed background of purple dots and stripes in whimsical motifs in lilac, beige, red and green and long sheepskin sleeves.

Kunstmuseum Den Haag

[vmpirevnom]

John: Hey, Alexander. Nice Hands.

Alexander: …thanks?

John: they’d look even better wrapped around my-

Ben: -covering Lafayette’s ears- BIBLE. WRAPPED AROUND YOUR BIBLE. PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN!

[poppitron360]

Basically “Meet Me Inside”:

Washington: You solve nothing! You aggravate our allies to the south!

Hamilton: Yeah, but it was really fucking hot and John and I made out a lot afterwards, so…

[better-call-mau1]

Sabine: I can’t believe how much we have in common!

Satine: Our names, for starters —— just one letter different.

Sabine: Iconic style and fashion sense, of course.

Satine: And let’s not forget about our problems with estranged family members.

Sabine: We’ve both had precarious encounters with Maul, too!

Satine: Precarious indeed. Is there anything else you can think of?

Sabine: Hmmmmm...well...

Obi-Wan and Ezra: *standing together awkwardly in the background*

Sabine: ...nothing I’d admit publicly.

Satine: I suppose you don’t have your own Korkie, then? A ‘nephew’ of inexplicable origin?

Sabine: Sorry...a what??

Satine: Never mind. Give it a few years.

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Bucky: So Buck, about that text you sent me last night-

Buck: Curt and Hambone convinced me to have a drink and it was mostly autocorrect.

Bucky: Autocorrect wrote, 'You're so hot I'm in love with you please suffocate me with your thighs'

Buck:.....it's very advanced John.