#there is no war other than class war

[richo1915]

After years of Greek, Roman and Byzantine histories, both in Podcast and Books, I took a step forward in time to Mike Duncan’s Revolutions podcast.

After 6 months of listening to the English, American, French, Spanish ReConquista of South America, Haitian and Mexican Revolutions, I have popped out bleary eyed and squinting into the 20th century’s 1920s.

I still have the Russian Revolution to go (and a few odd Cold War books) but I find myself missing the Ancient World.

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[demaparbat-hp]

Golden Boy (and Silver Girl) for the Kintsugi AU.

[ancient-romes]

Kaikaina Grif doesn't have a name. Well, she does. okay not really. More like a title. Kaikaina. A word meaning younger siblings, younger sister. That's who she is, who she's always been, always will be. When mom wasn't bothered enough to soothe her cries it was Dexter who would hold her, his chubby hands holding onto her little fingers, he wasn't much older than her by any means and still he held her and whispered to her as she cried, my Kaikaina, my sister. So Kaikaina is who she became, the little sister toddling after her brother, following him all the way to a box-canyon in the middle of nowhere. Because she's his sister and that's all she's ever been. And when her teammates call her sister she wants to correct them, thats a title, a noun, not a name. But then she stops and wonders. Does she have a name?

[forcedhesitation]

I'm actually rather surprised that not a single one of the boys made top three. but then again, I suppose the large number of straight men that play this game are not as visible in fan spaces as us lgbt. That is...a fortunate thing, though, I'd argue.

[softguarnere]

Hiya bestie!! So this is totally just a Thought ™️ but whenever you get a chance, could you please write a "Wait For Me" from Hadestown-type vibe where the only thoughts that keep Lieb going during the hell that is Bastogne are thoughts of the girl he left behind and thoughts about their talks during better times or letters maybe, about how he'll find his way back to her no matter what because she's his bashert (Yiddish for his destiny, fated one/soulmate)!

Idk, we just need more Yiddish-speaking Joe in the world 🤭

Thank you so much in advance!! 💖

A/N: Aly my dear, I have been obsessed with this idea since we talked about it way back last month. I'm so sorry about the wait (school and life have both been crazy), and thank you so much for your patience! 🫶🏼 You are absolutely right: this fandom needs more Yiddish speaking Joe! Let this man connect with his roots!!!! 👏🏼 I'm sorry it's short, but I hope you like it bestie 💖

(This is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war, some religious imagery/ideas

Miracle of Miracles

Joe Liebgott x reader

Actions speak louder than words, his father had taught him from a young age. And that lesson wasn't all talk, either - Joe had seen his dad surprise his mom with enough flowers, help her carry groceries unasked, and surprise her by making dinner for their family enough times to see the I love yous displayed in every little move.

And that's just fine with him; he's never been too good with his words, so he's all about action.

Yet with all the distance between the two of you, it's now words that speak to Joe. Your words, from your letters. The letters that he keeps in his pocket at all times. The letters that he reads every night to feel closer to you.

You - the only thought that keeps him going in this place.

He keeps telling himself that if things would calm down for just a second, then he would be able to put his pen to the page and write you back.

Except this early night, for once, is quiet after the nightmarish events of the day. He's hunkered down in his foxhole, leaning against the hardness of the packed earth behind him, trying to find some semblance of warmth, and he can't figure out what to say.

Plenty of thoughts swirl around his head. Awful, horrifying thoughts of the things that he's seen since coming to this frozen hell. Terrible memories of trees exploding and his fellow soldiers sliding into foxholes as screams of terror and pain ring out across the landscape.

Okay, so there are thoughts, but they're definitely not the type that he should be sharing with you.

Part of him wishes that you were there. To hold, to talk to. It's actually better that you're not stuck in a place like Bastogne with him, though. You're the antithesis of the forest he's found himself in - he doesn't even want to imagine the sunlight and warmth that emanate from your soul being snuffed out in the dark gloom of the foxholes.

He has your letters. Enough heat is carried in your words to see him through.

See him through. That's his favorite thought: the idea that holding onto memories of you will get him through this whole thing in one piece - God walking Daniel through the lion's den. Because if he can just survive Bastogne, he's pretty sure the promise of seeing you again will drive him through the rest of the war, like some sort of miracle. Whenever he reads your words he can practically hear your voice and see your smile already.

Dear Liebling, all your letters begin. And all end with, I'm still here - waiting for you.

For him. A wonder. A miracle. How did he get so lucky? From the first time your eyes met, he felt like something in his soul recognized something in yours. It felt like it was meant to be; fated since the beginning of time, like he would find you in this or any other lifetime - his bashert . . . his soulmate.

And he's coming back to you if it's the last thing he ever does.

It's been so long since he's seen you. So long since he's been able to properly write to you. If he were back home, he would have surprised you with a bouquet of flowers tonight, and tomorrow he would be making you breakfast - I love you I love you I love you punctuating every movement, every glance, every smile.

But your not here and he's not there. That means there's only one way for him to show you all the love he carries just for you.

Shivering, he pulls out a piece of spare paper and unfolds it, propping it against his knee as he squints to see it through the growing darkness. He blows on his hands and rubs them together to warm them up while he thinks.

Finally, he puts his pen to the paper and just does it - which is arguably what he's always done best. After all, you're his fated one, his destiny. Your soul is like a reflection of his. If anyone will understand what he's trying to say, it will be you.

Dear (Y/N), he begins. Have I ever told you that I've loved you since before the beginning of time?

[entrancedsnow70]

Everyone talks about how male-dominated STEM tends to be but no one ever talks about how male dominated History is. My university's gender ratio is 60% women 40% men why am I one of like 3 women in this class of 20 other than the professor how did that happen (obviously gender is more complicated and you cannot necessarily tell someone's gender by their appearance but somehow I think it is statistically unlikely that like half the people in this class are trans women)

[bnnywngs]

thinking about mdzs parents in modern houses

the jin would definitely be that couple who have this big ass massion, with a gigantic master bedroom, but each would have their own separate walk-in closet and bathroom, and a bed big enough to never touch each other while sleeping, their only son's bedroom on the other side of the house, away from them

the jiang would sleep in different bedrooms, children close to them and only 1 guest bedroom because they're not obligated to welcome people to sleep in the same house

nie a-die would, absolutely, make a custom extra big bed so he can sleep with his beloved wives, the children somewhat way from their bedroom because it's convenient for their night life, they also have this gigantic tub on their suite so the three can use it at the same time

the lan.... would probably sleep in the same bedroom, but in different beds, like those 60's couples, children close to them so they can keep an eye

the wei would have this little two bed one bath cottage 1h from the city where they grow their own vegetables and probably have a goat, they probably have a spreadsheet/blackboard somewhere in the house about the time each can use the bathroom and for how long; would they have solar panels? 🤔

and their children would probably live in the same area/neighborhood/building, with different consistency levels of visiting their parents

[nando161mando]

"I caught my employee working a second remote job - here's why I decided to fire them"

[prismatica-the-strange]

Nope, I'm still crying

[daincrediblegg]

You know… I think I’d enjoy bridgerton more if it engaged in its stakes more than it engaged with its payoff. You know. Like all the jane austen’s novels it’s trying to chase through charm

[whumpfish]

Some of you don't know your fucking history and it shows

[weepylucifer]

actually, i fucking love this. Mordor Special Mission Flying Corps!! enough orcs communicating in an inexplicable cockney accent to showcase how they're Dirty Proles. show me more people from mordor using snappy modern wartime parlance while everyone else is going "hearken, avast ye, forsooth!"

[july-19th-club]

hodgins is my favorite guy on bones bc all he has to do is say even a medium leftist take with a little grin on his face and it makes american-flag-colored steam start coming out booths ears

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

My parents and I watched the season 3 finale of Star Wars: Rebels tonight and I can't believe my mom was the one who was like "WHY ARE THEY* ALL DYING?!" and I was the one being all, "don't worry I'm sure it will be fine." this is the most role reversal we have ever done.

(*to clarify I mean the rebels in general, the main cast was fine)

[audiovisualrecall]

Rewriting/Reimagining the SW sequel Trilogy, rough part 1/?

Scene: Nighttime, dark sky lit by some stars and two moons. the scene below is a riot of blaster* fire and sound. We close in, where a little girl (Rey) is being taken away, kicking and screaming, by a dark-cloaked individual. Other similar figures run alongside the kidnapper, who is holding the child around her middle. A woman (Leia) screams the girl's name in the background.

Blaster-fire is exchanged to one side, a man (Han Solo) is visible trying to get past the other figures and get to the one holding the girl, but is physically held back. The kidnapper runs to a small ship, one of a few, which unfolds its ramp, allowing entrance, and the two disappear inside. Two more of the cloaked individuals join them on that ship, which closes the hatch, fires its thrusters(?), and takes off, punching it.

The exchange of blaster-fire continues below, as does the shouting and noises of the fight, until several figures retreat to the other ships, and escape as well, leaving their injured or dead behind.

Int. Aboard the kidnappers' ship, the little girl (Rey) is bound and gagged, seated in a hold area, glaring furiously at her captors. They mutter between themselves, side-eyeing the child, who seemingly doesn't blink. Suddenly the ship shakes, an explosion is heard, and shudders again, lights going red-alarm. There's shouting and rushing around, and the girl's eyes brighten. (She thinks this is her rescue.)

Instead of her father (Han Solo), the person who boards the ship is a [non-human] pirate, followed by his fellows, who are raiding her captors' ship for goods. The child's eyes go wide and she wiggles back into the alcove, trying to hide from view. One of the pirates notices her movement and his eyes dart to her.

Cut to ext of the ship, a second ship that is not nearly as well-kept as the other, shoots off and away into the stars, leaving the kidnappers' ship scuttled.

We now cut to follow the pirates' spacecraft, and then Int. where Rey sits, looking unsure. Her wrists are bound, but she is no longer unable to move freely or speak. She demands, in a small voice, to be brought home. The pirates ignore her. (It is not clear why they took her with them, except perhaps they didn't want to sentence a child to death in a scuttled ship.)

Rey quiets, and asks where they are going, what will happen. The pirate who made eye contact with her before, now looks her way again. He cannot (will not?) return her to her home, but he will leave her on a planet where she will be safe... (questionably)

We cut to Jedha, [where we get the original scene from the film.] Rey has to believe her family will find her...