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Rian Johnson (2019)

I’m not a classicist, but I suspect one of the reasons so many of the Greek gods are portrayed so unflatteringly was less because they were seen as villains than because they represented their domains. Of course Zeus sometimes misuses his power, that’s what a king does. Of course Artemis’s wrath is wild and painful, that’s what nature can be. Of course Hades snatched away a young girl from her mother’s arms, that’s what death does. This is one of the reasons callout posts for some gods comparing them negatively to ‘nicer’ gods are kind of missing the point.

ashstfu

first of all, who let me get so emotionally invested in a book!? like it's a fucking stack of paper!!

alexenglish

ides of march being a global tumblr holiday is the reason why tumblr is the superior social media platform

sassymccoy

happy ides of march y'all

cheshire-teeth

julius-caeser

this blog 364 days of the year: 📉

this blog on the 15th of march: 📈

callingallcars

dreams of stabbing and/or being stabbed or whatever Spurinna said to Ceasar

teatimeatwinterpalace

MEN AT SOME TIME ARE MASTERS OF THEIR FATE:

THE FAULT, DEAR BRUTUS, IS NOT IN OUR STARS,

BUT IN OURSELVES, THAT WE ARE UNDERLINGS.

Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act 1, Sc. 2

BEWARE!

So the affair began, and those who were not privy to the plot were filled with consternation and horror at what was going on; they dared not fly, nor go to Caesar’s help, nay, nor even utter a word. But those who had prepared themselves for the murder bared each of them his dagger, and Caesar, hemmed in on all sides, whichever way he turned confronting blows of weapons aimed at his face and eyes, driven hither and thither like a wild beast, was entangled in the hands of all; for all had to take part in the sacrifice and taste of the slaughter. Therefore Brutus also gave him one blow in the groin. And it is said by some writers that although Caesar defended himself against the rest and darted this way and that and cried aloud, when he saw that Brutus had drawn his dagger, he pulled his toga down over his head and sank, either by chance or because pushed there by his murderers, against the pedestal on which the statue of Pompey stood. And the pedestal was drenched with his blood, so that one might have thought that Pompey himself was presiding over this vengeance upon his enemy, who now lay prostrate at his feet, quivering from a multitude of wounds. For it is said that he received twenty-three; and many of the conspirators were wounded by one another, as they struggled to plant all those blows in one body.

Plutarch’s Lives, The Life of Julius Caesar