#I LIKE THAT !!!

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Staying Alive" in Blue Pastures

[happyheidi]

[rollersfataft]

I m is my wh irkfriend come back to me ambassador of lo ve

[growmydarling]

god you've gotten fat...

i like that.

[marithlizard]

(original tweet)

[theromaboo]

The Third Day of Julius Caesar

What was Julius Caesar's *real name*?

People often think that Caesar's name is just Julius Caesar, nothing more nothing less. His first name is Julius and his last name is Caesar. And that makes sense in a culture in which Julius is a valid first name.

But was Julius a valid first name in the time of Julius Caesar?

Usually not!

Generally, Roman men at the time of Julius Caesar had to have at least two names, a praenomen and a nomen. A praenomen is like your first name, your given name. A nomen is like your family name, it showed which gens (your extended family) you belonged to, and it usually ended with an -ius (like Claudius, Valerius, Vipsanius, Vergilius, Flavius and... Julius!)

There was a third type of name, called a cognomen. It was like a legal nickname, or it could also be a name that showed which branch of your gens you belonged to. Not all Roman men had one (such as Marc Antony!), but many did, including Caesar.

Generally, the order was like so: praenomen, nomen, and cognomen (fun fact: Maximus Decimus Meridius probably should've been Decimus Meridius Maximus. But who can trust Gladiator to be accurate?).

So we know Caesar's nomen, Julius. And we know his cognomen, Caesar. Wait, what about his praenomen? He needs one!

Julius Caesar actually had three names; we just don't usually call him by his first name. His full name is Gaius Julius Caesar. His father's name was also Gaius Julius Caesar, and his father's, and his father's! (but Julius Caesar's great great grandfather's name was actually Sextus Julius Caesar)

So yeah, Julius was not Caesar's first name.

I've met a few people who say "Actually, no. Julius Caesar's *real name* was Caius Julius Caesar with a C instead of a G!"

Nope!

The reason we sometimes see Caius for Gaius (and why Gaius was abbreviated as C.) wasn't because Gaius was actually Caius or the ancient Romans pronounced Gaius like Caius. It's because in earlier Roman history, those poor guys didn't have the letter G! They had C, K, and Q (which all made the exact same sound) but they didn't have G. They had to spell Gaius with a C and they had to abbreviate Gaius with a C because they had no G.

This was because the Latin alphabet came from the Etruscan alphabet, and Estruscan didn't have a distinction between the C and G sounds and therefore they didn't need two separate letters. Latin, meanwhile, did have a distinction and did desperately need two letters.

Anyway, Romans later got the letter G and then they could write all your favorite G words, like Gay and Gaius. They still commonly abbreviated Gaius as C. because old habits die hard.

If you say that we should write Gaius as Caius because that's the original way to spell it, you might as well say we should write Gaius as CAIVS. Don't cherry pick your archaisms!

[yesjejunus]

the cow eyed siblings

[spirit-of-a-kiger]

I love how right after being censored and told that that was gonna happen every time she tries to swear, Pomni's first instinct is to just... test the system out of curiosity. XD

[wishmemellon]

Not having art block is actually the best thing ever

[gunsatthaphan]

"please make it clear."

[ofswordsandpens]

oooooh I do like how the lantern illuminates the side of Luke's face with the scar that's a nice touch

[dummybirdnero]

The goofy Bumblebabies are so precious!!! Does Whiterose have a lil bouquet of goofy Kidroses too???

There’s only one wolf surrounded by a bunch of buns.

Ruby did not know that bunnies can multiply…

[erelux]

cannot believe Brennan retconned Cassandra taking away Arianwen’s magic at the end of sophomore year *FOREVER* just because he wants the Abernant sisters to suffer more.. how dare he

[sh4d0wstep]

Vlad: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Danny: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

[supernovaae]

I’m just gonna put this out there

[takeyourcyanide]

imaginary fic game: crossstitch and 'starving'

It had been brewing between them since the moment they truly connected, since the very moment they had seen the depths of one another’s souls, each path and circumstance, each blood-soaked secret, and decided to love what they’d seen of their dissections of one another; something, for once, managing to be foreign to the both of them- even despite Spirit’s frequent escapades. Spirit desperately and frantically tried to ignore the gravity which seemed to keep them orbiting one another, endlessly drawing them in to each other- though recently, it had seemed much more like he was the one orbiting Stein, living in his world, aching when he couldn’t appease his every wish and absolve him of the agony he was born into. He’d leave all night to drink with and fuck anything that didn’t look even somewhat masculine, smirking arrogantly and obnoxiously at his fellow men, his constant glances at them reeking of a fervent and destructive desire for approval of any kind, trying not to even consider whether or not Stein felt neglected. It’s not as though they were in some sort of relationship, and was it even possible to neglect such a person? It was. He saw it in the resentful way he’d look at him, he observed it in the way he’d react to any small touch of his as though he’d been struck by lightning. ‘But he reacts to anyone trying to touch him that way!’ He’d bargain with himself. His bargaining would always fail, however, when he’d remember that he likely reacted that way due to touch being a foreign concept to him. Did he want to be touched in some way? Need it? Did he have a need for attention just like everyone else? Did he feel neglected and ignored? Did he feel unimportant in comparison to whatever hooker hoping to make a quick buck Spirit could get his hands on? Maybe he was fine with it. After all, that, which shall not be named that was growing, bubbling between the two of them was something Stein clearly had never experienced before, and perhaps wasn’t even used to receiving. Maybe it made him feel fearful to advance within those newfound emotions- maybe Spirit was doing him a favor! No, he wasn’t. Stein, someone who was not exactly used to comforting others or being comforted either, was forced every single early morning, often somewhere between the hours of one and eight, to hold his hair back as he hurled into their toilet for the umpteenth time that week. He always came home smelling of alcohol, of perfume. He never assisted Stein, did he? He kept him from getting himself in trouble out of sheer obligation, but that would probably feel like he was completely unaccepting and judgmental of him and his behavior, wouldn’t it? Would it even feel like he didn’t truly love him? Didn’t truly care? He wasn’t used to being comforted. He wasn’t used to being accepted. Did he feel neglected?

And why did he care so much? He was starving, too.

But then again, wasn’t he the one too preoccupied with his own fears to even explore the possibility of him and Stein being even more than what they already were?