Definitely Reblogging For Luck. 

Julius Caesar after bailing Antony out of jail for the tenth time: You seriously can’t stay out of trouble for five fucking minutes?! This is the last time I’m paying. 

Mark Antony: You just keep telling yourself that. 

The real tragedy. 

julius caesar has been dead for 2063 years and they still havent made a movie that depicts him as the bisexual disaster he was

HIV Positive Support

I’m kind of late posting this. But support and good vibes to all HIV positive people as they navigate the COVID 19 pandemic and selfish anti vaxxers. 

Percy, holding the door for Mary: After you :)

Mary: No, after you :)

Percy: I insist, after you :)

Byron, pushing pass the both of them: No, after me.

This is both hilarious and accurate for Lord Byron, who really was that arrogant.

Yeah, I’m worried about her too. 

So um like... does anyone know what happened to Richelle Mead? She dropped hints about releasing more VA content on the reddit AMA in June last year and then never mentioned it again. Not only that, but she’s entirely disappeared from social media and hasn’t posted anything in 11 months. It’s like she’s fallen off the face of the earth. Where did she go? Is she OK?

So true.

Bao-Dur is an awesome underrated character. 

bao dur fun facts

- disabled veteran who is still wracked with guilt from his actions in the war - volunteer eco-vigilante working against a major, corrupt corporation to help an oppressed species save their planet, until mercenaries forced him into hiding - prefers droids to people because they’re easier to understand - followed around by a floating little droid he build as a child - exile: “can you build me one?” bao-dur: “i would, but then i wouldn’t be the only one with a floating sphere following him around and i kind of like that” - fluent in five languages: zabraki, ithorese, basic, bocce and binary - his talents in engineering rival the best echani shield smiths, he built himself an arm, also one of the lost jedi but still says ‘i’m just a tech’ - breaks through shields and force fields just by punching them. literally canon that bao-dur is the best at punching things - exile: “how’d you lose your arm, anyways?” bao-dur: “i got tired of it- kept dropping my hydrospanner. figured i’d get a new one” - “i’m trying to work here, atton” - probably the reason why he can’t equip jedi robes is bc he’s too buff and would probably just tear them apart by flexing - “if it wasn’t for me, we’d all be floating in space”

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. 

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.

Antony: I was going to get you another cat. 

Cleopatra: We already have Cynane, and the animal shelter’s closed anyways. 

Antony: Shit! 

Cleopatra: where are you

Antony: I left early

Antony: sorry I couldn't stay longer :(

Cleopatra: wtf where are you going

Antony: I'm going home

Cleopatra: are you kidding me come back

Cleopatra: you're drunk

Antony: don't worry I called an Uber

Cleopatra: We drank at my place

Antony: oh

Antony: where am I going