#western civ I

[er-cryptid]

Spitamenes

-- Sogdian

-- a warlord

-- led an uprising in Sogdiana and Bactria against Alexander the Great

-- laid siege to the garrison in Maracanda

-- Alexander sent forces, which were destroyed

-- met Alexander's forces again at the Battle of Gabai

-- defeated by Coenus

-- killed by his wife

-- head sent to Alexander

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[bagsyy]

underwater, coughing with my gills

gojo satoru, 700+, love is hard for big dumb idiots

You had your arms draped over Gojo's shoulders; his long hands placed on your hips. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling the heat radiate beneath his lips. The scrunch of your nose encouraged him to continue his barrage, smiling widely between each attack.

One to your lips, nose, forehead—over and over again until you were trying to escape his grasp. He continued to attack any piece of skin he could reach, eliciting the loudest giggles he had ever gotten out of you.

“Tell me when you’re ready to give up,” he chuckled. Another kiss, this time placed gently on the corner of your mouth. Before he could migrate to a different part of your face, you uttered something that stopped him in his tracks.

“I’m sorry—it’s just—what did you say?”

“That I love you,” you said with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Come again?”

“I said I love you, pretty boy. I’ll tell you one more time if that’ll help.”

The room became thick with silence and the four walls that contained them began to feel more and more constricting. You felt his grip loosen from around you. You had always gotten the impression from him that commitment was a concept that came with an uneasy feeling. You both knew that what the two of you had wasn’t something that was promised. That there might be one night that he doesn’t come home despite how many times he’s promised you that he’s the strongest. Because Satoru knows that he wasn’t blessed with the ability to love freely despite being so full of it. Admitting that he loved you was giving the universe permission to take you away from him. 

But you’d known that you’ve loved him for a while now—there was just never an opportune time to say it, and this moment seemed perfect (to you, at least). You had never been one to hold back, but with him you found herself mulling over your words a bit more carefully. There had been many times where those three words sat on the edge of your tongue, waiting to spill over, desperate for the dam to break. Now it had been broken, and Gojo was drowning.

You tried your hardest to conceal the defeated expression on your face as your grin melted into a muddled mess of regret, but it was clear to see. He swore he had never seen your eyes dim this dark until now.

Your face was burning and you had lost any feeling that you had in your limbs. You cleared your throat before you spoke.

“I’m so sorry, Satoru. That was so stupid I—” you retracted your hands from their place around his neck, bringing them up to your ears to fidget with the jewelry adorning them, a nervous habit that you were sure he was going to tease you about later.

“You don’t have to say it back. If that’s not how you feel, then—”

Gojo was uncharacteristically silent for someone who always seemed to have a witty remark prepared for everything. He wished he had saved all the unnecessary words he’d ever uttered in his life for this moment so that way he’d at least have something to say. Better to say the wrong thing than nothing at all, he supposed.

Say something. Say something, say something, say something.

Finally, the words bubbled up from deep within his chest and tumbled out of his mouth.

“No, baby—please, it’s not that. It’s just,” he paused, attempting to corral his thoughts and connect them with the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you felt that way.”

A lie, he thought. He knew you loved him. It would take a fool to not notice it. You would not suffer through a bottle of sickly sweet moscato, his favorite, and a Love Island binge on a Tuesday evening if you didn’t love him. Nor would you stay up entirely too late listening to him gush about the little boy he took in all those years ago and how he’s starting to not be so little anymore, how he’s so protective of his sister, how he’s proof that there is still good in the world. 

He would sooner die than admit that the thing that has him so flustered is that he wanted to say it first.

[just-gay-thoughts]

No that's apparently the problem with how you've been taught history. All the history classes I've taken have connected dates to the events, even the semester long intro to western civ class that covered thousands of years of history gave approximate years and dates for events.

Yes there are times where two events are decades apart and talked about together, but that's because either the class is like intro to western civ and there's only time to cover the most important things that happened in connection to the course, or because we're going so far back in history that insanely major things are all we know/can pin down.

For example, intro to western civ started with our first dates being mentioned being 10,000-5,000 BCE (when permanent settlements were spreading) and 3,000s BCE (when we saw significant settlements forming). Frankly you're an idiot if you see those back to back and assumed they must have happened close together.

To contrast, intro to western civ ended with the last 2 dates being 1520 (martin luthor burns papal excommunication) and 1521 (diet of worms). Not decades apart but more recent so getting into finer details is easier and again you're an idiot or your teacher is an idiot if youre ignoring dates when learning/teaching history.

[kaurwreck]

I've seen a few posts about how if you were bookish as a kiddo, then you have an author with whom you have an irrational vendetta because of an English teacher. I keep trying to consider if I have one, but I don't think I do. I've definitely had English teachers I didn't respect, but I can't fathom taking them seriously enough to feel anything about their opinions on lit.

[iatrophilosophos]

Some people on here would be pro mormonism if somebody spent long enough talking to them about strong community ties and wealth redistribution practices and made an argument that they're only as small and extreme a sect as they are because of oppression from the US government.

[thelingering]

we're really getting in it now y'all (<- barely scratched the surface)

[andromedasummer]

finally finished the chinese mythology/pantheon dlc an hour before retold drops for premium. people were not lying when they were talking about those bugs huh. the amount of issues i was running into, in a 2015 era dlc add on to an otherwise perfect 2002 game was galling. one spawned enemies in a level that made the intended way to win literally unplayable i could not believe it. theyve said theyre going to release it again with retold as a dlc again instead of with the base game and i have to assume it's because they have to fix the bugs they, frankly, abandoned when the game came out. at least they better be. im not buying a broken dlc AGAIN when you've had so long to fix it.

[cheesebearger]

full on begging anti-civ people to explain just a little bit more what they mean by "destroy society" and "everything means nothing" and "civilization must end and all products of civilization" i desperately need you to clarify what you mean. those are intricate concepts that encompass vast swaths of the lived experiences of all people on earth, and it is deeply confusing.

instead of slapping down every possible idea for living more sustainably as a species, i would genuinely like to see some alternatives suggested. what do you want the future to look like? what does the "end of society" mean to you? because i feel as though the primary issue among anarchists is that no one can quite agree on what they mean by that, and what they want to see happen in the future. i struggle with it myself!

i just don't think defeatist rhetoric is very actionable, and i also think many anti-civ bloggers tend towards using nihilism to avoid engaging with the practicalities of what their philosophy is asking for - to the point where it gets rather confusing trying to figure out what, exactly, they believe the world should become in the aftermath of the destruction of civilization.

[allucka]

i had to doodle a very quick very messy scyros achilles bc im still so mad at brad pitt and troy 2004

[laniusbignaturals]

“A failure of integration [of the Italians into the Roman army] which Rome pays dearly for” a sentence that’s so Dead Horses/White Legs coded I almost spit out my Red Bull

[antigonenikk]

Plato's Symposium proving the undying nature of top/bottom discourse in the yaoi community....

[er-cryptid]

Horus and Pharaohs

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[threecheersslxt]

i love Mayday Parade

[61below]

On one hand, I love the idea of Hob Gadling being an English Lit professor, bc I can’t imagine he’d have a good time with all the historical inaccuracies that just, inevitably crop up (bc of who tells the story)

BUT.

I would also cherish the thought of a Hob Gadling, wandering through yet another museum with as much enjoyment as a Ren Faire, who vengefully decided to go into academia specifically so he could share what really happened and provide citations.

Just, Professor Gadling pushing out those ‘Re: re: re: Refuting Johnson, Smith, and Avon, et al’ publications and getting into fistfights at conferences and being the kind of lecturer who makes history an immediately relevant, vital thing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[firefighter-diazbuckley]

historians craft is basically just NHD the class which im super excited about except my teacher is lowkey super boring and theres also a shit ton of writing but im hoping that i get so into it i dont even care

[thelingering]

my literature class is putting on a little reproduction of the Scottish Play composed of some vital scenes throughout the play

and i must say, this is the first and possibly last time knowing/being able to teach others how to do a convincing Glasgow accent has ever come in useful