Fulvia And Cleopatra

Long Overdue Ableism Post

I am sick and tired of certain right wing Christians whining about the ADA (you know the law that ensures that disabled people get an equal shake in life). Without the ADA, myself and many of my classmates wouldn’t have been able to attend school unless our parents could afford the fees for one of the few private schools for disabled people. Many of us would be unable to move in public since ramps wouldn’t be installed, and the visually impaired couldn’t utilize guide dogs. 

In the past, many of us were forcibly institutionalized and sterilized since we were viewed as worthless. Those who weren’t institutionalized were written off by teachers as lost causes, our issues largely undiagnosed. The fact that many of us were murdered in Nazi Germany was ignored until recently. It took mass demonstrations before the ADA was passed in 1990. 

For a group that claims to support “Christian charity” y’all sure aren’t practicing what you’re preaching. 

Can I Copy Your Homework: Yugioh Edition

I’ll Help You With It: Tea Gardner, Yami Yugi/Atem

Yeah, Sure: Yugi Moto, Mai Valentine

Bold of You to Assume I did the Homework: Duke Devlin

LOL, Nope: Mokuba Kaiba, Serenity Wheeler

Wait, We Had Homework: Joey Wheeler, Tristan Taylor

Read at 5:55 P.M.: Seto Kaiba

Damn, this is both hilarious and accurate. 

If the Romans and Friends Had Outgoing Voice Messages Part 2

Cleopatra: You have reached 1-800 That Bitch, and this is a message to let SOMEBODY (Antony) know that if he so much as TRIES to steal my takeout this time I will stab him in the eye

Octavia: Before you begin your message I'd like to apologize for anything my brother has done to provoke you, I am not responsible for him

Cicero: You have reached the only voice of reason left in this hellhole, please leave a message.

Agrippa: Marcus Agrippa, please leave a message. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now but I literally never have a moment free *depressed laugh*

Awesome fanart of Marcus Antonius a.k.a Mark Antony, Cleopatra, and Octavian. 

I‘ve been designing the good ancient gang

Can I Copy Your Homework? Kotor Edition

I’ll Help You With It: Bastila Shan, Carth Onasi

Yeah, Sure: Zaalbar, Juhani, Tee-Three

Bold of You to Assume I Did the Homework: Jolee Bindo, Revan

LOL, Nope: Canderous Ordo

Wait, We Had Homework: Mission Vao

Read at 5:55 P.M.: HK-47 (He only let’s Revan copy his homework)

Yes, I understand the Divine Comedy is all about Dante being upset about being exiled from Florence, Italy, but I can still be salty about him shitting on my favs (Cleopatra, Odysseus). The slut shaming of a political leader who slept with only two men (who FYI both slept with way more people) is disgusting!

DNI if you’re going to blather on about how “important” his work is. 

Damn! This is surprisingly heartwrenching. 

Liminal Space

Darth Malak deserved better - not just because you have no choice but to kill him in game (thank goodness for fanfic options!) but because the tragic fall is always more interesting than cartoonish evil.

And Alek of the KotOR comics is the perfect set up for the tragic fall.  Someone never quite sure of himself, someone too caught in the orbit of Revan’s brightness. Bound to burn out.

Here’s a bit of my take on Darth Malak, fighting against being Alek. Liminal Space on AO3 It was right there, Revan’s ship.  He’d expect it, of course, this betrayal, maybe even wanted Malak to try to give him an excuse to strike back.   Revan had been displeased with him again, seemed to always be these days.  Alek, we have much to discuss when I return, he’d said before he’d left, a slight threat in his cold monotone.  Alek.  When it was just the two of them, Revan insisted on the name still.  That hurt, a reminder of what should be, the thing they’d broken.   Revan was, of course, only Revan now. Revan hadn’t removed his mask that last time.  Even so, Malak had felt his eyes, watching, tracing the metal line of his jaw.  Do you like what you’ve made, Revan?  He’d brushed the edge of the mask, daring Revan to do something, anything, but he’d just stared, face hidden, and said nothing. Malak had decided then.  Hating stopped the hurting or at least made you forget. And hating made you strong.  Revan had tried to keep him from the Star Forge, Alek, you let it control you.  Lies.  He was jealous, Revan, jealous because the Star Forge spoke to Malak in ways it didn’t speak to him.  Malak could feel it pulsing in his veins, the rhythm of the crystal that fueled it, felt himself growing stronger the longer he stayed. He’d watched the battle from the bridge of his own ship, unable to contain his laughter, or rather that cruel mechanical sound that passed for his laugh, when the Jedi strike team had boarded Revan’s ship.  Truly the Force was with him, wanted him to win, wanted him to take out Revan and the Jedi all in one blow. Admiral Karath, fire on Lord Revan’s ship. Sir? Fire.  On the bridge.  I want no survivors. The explosion was beautiful, the flashes of light against the black of space.  If he’d had a mouth, Malak would have smiled.  He felt it, Revan’s death; didn’t feel like he’d expected, though, thought it would hurt, but it was barely a whimper. Later, when he was alone, Alek would blink back silent tears that knotted his throat, would wish he’d been on the bridge of the ship exploding in the emptiness of space.

LOL

Ancient Romans’ Ideal Dates

Mark Antony: A day at the Circus Maximus, followed by bathhouse sex. 

Julius Caesar: A private tour of the new arena he sponsored, then a discreet dinner at his client’s house. 

Cassius: Dinner at a restaurant he picked at the last minute. 

Brutus: A romantic candlelit dinner at his house. 

I just want to give Atton Rand a hug. 

good evening