#the ultimate source

[eyeoftheheart]

“L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. The love that moves the sun and the other stars.”

~ Dante Alighieri, Divine Comedy, Paradiso, Canto XXXIII, 1320.

(This line appears at the very end of Dante's Divine Comedy, where Beatrice reveals to Dante the ultimate source of cosmic order and divine will: love. In Dante’s cosmology, this divine love is responsible for the motion of the heavens, symbolizing the ultimate force that governs the universe.)

[fleursdesmorts]

every year people get angry when ao3 requests donations but honestly in a world where almost all spaces online are slowly being eaten by corporations which censor the content on those sites, having a fan-run fan-sponsored place where people can create gay art without fear is great

[hamletthedane]

It’s not an allegory, but it IS 481K words of WWI PTSD fiction 🤷‍♀️

Meme Source: @hollowcaverns on Tumblr for the That’s What I’m Tolkien About Podcast’s Instagram Account (go check it out!!)

[danganronpafakes]

Sometimes a family is just a large group of hazards to society.

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[officialkakagai]

[incorrect-agatha]

Agatha: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Rio: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Billy: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Alice: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Jen: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Historians having takes on frev women that make me go 😐 compilation

Sexually frustrated in her marriage to a pompous civil servant much older than herself, [Madame Roland] may have found Danton’s celebrated masculinity rather uncomfortable. Danton (1978) by Norman Hampson, page 77.

The Robespierres sent their sister to Arras because that was their hometown, the family home, where they had relatives, uncles, aunts and friends, like Buissart who they didn’t cease to remain in correspondence with, even in the middle of the Terror. There, among them, Charlotte would not be alone; she would find advice, rest, the peace necessary to heal her nervousness and animosity. Away from Mme Ricard, who she hated, away from Mme Duplay, who she detested, she would enjoy auspicious calmness. It is Le Bon that the Robespierres will charge with escorting their sister to this neccessary and soothing exile. […] If there is a damning piece in Charlotte Robespierre's case, it is this one (her interrogation, held July 31 1794). She seems to be caught in the act of accusing this Maximilien whom she rehabilitates in her Memoirs. She is therefore indeed a hypocrite, unworthy of the great name she bears, and which she dishonors the very day after the holocaust of 10 Thermidor. Charlotte Robespierre et Guffroy (1910) in Annales Révolutionnaires, volume 3 (1910) page 322, and Charlotte Robespierre et ses mémoires (1909) page 93-94, both by Hector Fleishmann.

Elisabeth, as she was popularly called, was barely past her twelfth birthday, younger even by three years than Barere’s own mother when she was given in marriage. On the following day the guests assembled again in the little church of Saint-Martin at midnight to attend the wedding ceremony of the handsome charmer and the bewildered child. Dressed in white, clasping in her arms a yellow, satin-clad  doll that Bertrand had given her — so runs the tradition — she marched timidly to the altar, looking more like a maiden making her first communion than a woman celebrating a binding sacrament. Perhaps the  doll, if doll there was, filled her eye, but certainly she could not fail to note how handsome her husband was. Bertrand Barere; a reluctant terrorist (1962) by Leo Gershoy, page 32.

The young nun who bore the name of Hébert did not hide her fate. She did not wish to prolong a life stifled from her childhood in the cloister, branded in the world by the name she bore, fighting between horror and love for the memory of her husband, unhappy everywhere. Histoire des Girondins (1848) by Alphonse de Lamartine, volume 8, page 60.

Lucile in prison showed more calmness than Camille. Before the tribunal, she seemed to possess neither fear nor hope, she denied having taken an active role in the prison conspiracy. What did it matter to her the answer they were trying to extract from her? They said they wanted her guilty? Very well! She would be condemned and join Camille. This was what she said again when she was told that she would suffer the same fate as her husband: ”Oh, what joy, in a few hours I’m going to see Camille again!” Camille et Lucile Desmoulins: un couple dans la tourmente (1986) by Jean Paul Bertaud, page 293.

What did it matter to Lucile whether she was accused or defended? She had no longer any pretext for living in this world. She was one of those heroines of conjugal love who are more wife than mother. Besides, Horace lived, and Camille was dead. It was of the absent only that she thought. As for the child, would not Madame Duplessis act a mother's part to him? The grandmother would watch over the orphan. If Lucile had lived, she could have done nothing but weep over the cradle, thinking of Camille. Camille Desmoulins and his wife; passages from the history of the Dantonists founded upon new and hitherto unpublished documents (1876) by Jules Claretie.

Having been widowed at the age of 23 [sic] years, Élisabeth Duplay remarried a few years later to the adjutant general Le Bas, brother of her first husband, and kept the name which was her glory. She lived with dignity, and all those who have known her, still beautiful under her crown of white hair, have testified to the greatness of her sentiments and austerity of her character. She died at an old age, always loyal to the memory of the great dead she had loved and whose memory she, all the way to her final day, didn’t cease to honor and cherish. As for the lady of Thermidor, Thérézia Cabarrus, ex-marquise of Fontenay, citoyenne Tallien, then princess of Chimay, one knows the story of her three marriages, without counting the interludes. She had, as one knows, three husbands living at the same time. Now compare these two existances, these two women, and tell me which one merits more the respect and the sympathy of good men. Histoire de Robespierre et du coup d’état du 9 thermidor (1865) by Louis Ernest Hamel, volume 3, page 402.

Fel free to comment which one was your favorite! 😀

[hobiesdump]

Autistic creature Miles

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[brucie-baby]

“hope” is the thing with feathers - emily dickinson

batman/superman: world's finest #6 // red hood and the outlaws: rebirth // batman v3 #135 // robin v4 #126 // shadow war #3 // nightwing v4 annual 2 // batman v3 #148 // batman v3 #125 // batman v1 #633 // batman incorporated v2 #8 // detective comics #1000

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

DAVE: if nicki minaj was around in ancient times her favorite words to rhyme would be eunuch and tunic

ROSE: Elaborate.

DAVE: shed be like

DAVE: step out the palace with my tunic on. im so bad i can turn a eunuch on

ROSE: Genius comments of this caliber should enlighten the world, and yet their nature is to fall upon deaf ears. And this is one of history's greatest tragedies.

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Mikey: What number am I thinking of?

Donnie: You are not thinking about a number. You are thinking about pizza.

[keepers-art-n-craft]

danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair promotional

[danganronpafakes]

Mikan: Unredeemable to YOU, I, on the other hand, have very flexible morals.

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[emmikay]

Ed: (breaks Greed’s Ultimate Shield)

Greed: How in the Blood-soaked Alchemical Hell did you do that?

Ed: Fuck you, that’s how.

[tupayapsina]

Vacuo's citizen: Wow, Ruby Rose! It's such an honor to meet you!

Ruby: It is?

Vacuo's citizen: I'm a huge fan!

Ruby: You are?

Vacuo's citizen: I have a poster of you on my wall!

Ruby: You do?

Yang: They sell posters?

[distracted-obsessions]

Harvey Specter is the father figure that Neal Caffrey wishes Peter was and Neal is the surrogate son that Harvey wishes Mike was send post.