Damn! This Is Both Funny And Accurate.

LOL=Leaping off lanista

Is Your Child Texting About Ancient Rome?

OMFG= oh, my fire's gone! (thanks Crassus)

WTF=where's the flammeum? (seriously, I'm about to get married here)

SMH= Someone marry her (off)

IDC= I'm dating Cleopatra

IDK=I'm dating Kleopatra (but spelled in the original Greek way)

BTW= Bring the wine (they're probably texting a slave)

LMAO= let's murder an official

GTG= get the garum

IKR- I killed the republic

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.

Prayers were dead songs lodged in my head, soothing, routine words that meant less to me than they should have.

The autobiography of Allegra Byron. In Almost Famous Women. By Megan Mayhew Bergman. (via iferuniversity)

This is sad. 

Seriously, everyone is missing OP’s point that EVERY religion except the Christian religion analogue is treated like crap. If that’s not Christian bias, I don’t know what is. 

CONFESSION:           

 I’m still mad about the retconning of the Elven Pantheon in Inquisition. If they were set on Mythal being betrayed by the others and Fen'Harel being more than a trickster god, they could have done that without making all of the Elven gods straight up evil. I understand that fleshing them out would require making them less perfectly benevolent. Instead they lack any nuance and they basically made them the Elven equivalent of power hungry Tevinter Magisters. The Maker is still real though.            

Practice social distancing by writing a three part condemnation of institutionalised religion that makes you the enemy of everyone.

Percy Shelley, when he was expelled from Oxford. (via incorrect-romanticism)

LOL. 

Starting to realize the reason I find Soraya so relatable is, because I struggled with feeling like I was inherently evil due to my autism and ADHD. Her learning to accept her powers kind of parallels my struggles to accept my neurodiversity, although thankfully without a kingdom at stake. 

And I have a good feeling about you Vetra. 

I have a good feeling about you, Ryder.

Sounds fairly accurate to how they responded in real life surprisingly. 

Antony: oh my God, they killed Caesar!

Cleopatra: You bastards!!

It’s Annia!

Portrait of young Faustina Minor 

147-148 A.D.

Marble

Capitoline Museums, Rome

Bloodlines Characters in Quarantine

-Sydney: Follows all the quarantine safety protocols and only goes out when absolutely necessary. She has a list of educational tv shows, and apps for Declan. 

-Adrian: Is definitely sliding back into his drinking heavily habit, but is refraining from utilizing spirit for Sydney’s sake.

-Jill: Worries about her human friends, bingewatches her favorite tv shows, and occasionally provides her sister Lissa with some insightful ideas. Misses Eddie a lot, and Zoom calls him once a week. 

-Eddie: Is paranoid about accidently bringing home the virus, and has enough hand sanitizer for the whole neighborhood. Teaching Declan is the highlight of his day. 

-Angeline: Is going stir crazy about being locked up, but isn’t willing to put her friends in danger. 

-Trey: Spars with Angeline to cheer her up, and figures this mess will blow over someday. 

-Sonya: Is assisting humans in uncovering a cure for the virus, but has to be reminded to rest occasionally.