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er-cryptid · 5 months
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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 · 8 months
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underwater, coughing with my gills
gojo satoru, 700+, love is hard for big dumb idiots
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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.
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allucka · 1 year
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i had to doodle a very quick very messy scyros achilles bc im still so mad at brad pitt and troy 2004
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antigonenikk · 17 days
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Plato's Symposium proving the undying nature of top/bottom discourse in the yaoi community....
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threecheersslxt · 8 months
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i love Mayday Parade
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61below · 1 year
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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)_/¯
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shcherbatskya · 1 year
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AP EURO GIRLIES ARE YOU SEEING THIS!!!
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tomwambsmilk · 2 years
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Someone who knows more than me about Ancient Rome correct me if I’m wrong, but iirc there was a strong connection btwn prostitution and the theatre in antiquity, both in terms of actresses also working as escorts, actresses being on the same social level as escorts, and prostitutes working outside theatres after performances. So with all that in mind, and considering the relationship the Roys have to antiquity, having Willa be an escort who also works in theatre is an interesting choice
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far be it from me to criticize the christian tradition of ruining your own stuff and then bitching about it
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littleblueturtle123 · 5 months
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I just read like 5 books (each about 300 pages) about the relationship between antisemitism and nationalism and now i just wanna go to sleep
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er-cryptid · 8 months
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ravenintraining · 8 months
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going through weeks of hearing about the protestant reformation is a small price i have to pay to get to talk about the post-war era
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NEW ROLE UNLOCKED:
ACADEMIC DISAPPOINTMENT TO MY FATHER!
PLEASE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY
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0last-ditch-effort0 · 2 years
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Oh... just hit me that maybe my sudden discomfort with my name and wanting to change it to a conformist one again is literally a detransitioning thing because the social pressure to cosplay a cis-woman makes my life so much easier than being true to myself. Thats.... ouch
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Now It's Always Summertime
History Professor!Reader x Student!Natasha Romanoff x Student!Wanda Maximoff
Summary: You're just trying to get your thoughts together for the upcoming semester, but there are a few distractions.
Word Count: 850
Warnings: Mentions of getting high, student professor relationship, age gap everyone is over 18.
A/N: I watched a Tik Tok that had the right vibes and this came to mind so here you go. A little treat.
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You poured the black liquid from your stove top coffee maker into your glass mug. Your favorite mug with a world map on it. The steam bellowed from both the maker and your now full mug. The overhead lights of the office were off leaving the strings of fairy lights that adorned the bookshelves behind you and the warm glow of your desk lamp as the only sources of light. A Golden pothos falling over the sides of the shelves like waterfalls.
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The leather bound notebook sat on your desk with coffee ring stains from setting your mug atop of the blank page. You always thought it gave the page character when one found its way to a page. You transferred your thoughts from the newest edition of the history text book you received for this upcoming semester. 
Going over your previous semesters lesson plan and improving on it with the new text book in mind. You taught a few different classes and with the short summer semester coming to an end only to pick back up. Before you'd have time to do anything it would be Autumn with a chill in the air worthy of the hot cup you sipped on.
A knock against the open doorframe brought you from your thoughts. Looking up over your glasses, hair slipping past your ear as your head moved. Your two favorite students stood in your doorway, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Neither were history majors, but you seem to have captured their attention as they've now taken two of your classes. Your Western Civ I class along with your Mythology class. The two were already in your schedule for the Fall semester for Western Civ II and Wanda somehow snuck her way into your Norse mythology class. 
“What can I do for you girls?” You asked setting your pen down and picking up your mug, refilling it once more before taking a sip. The two girls stepped in and closed the door behind them. Natasha coming around to beside you and looking at the notes you took. 
“Is this for next semester?” The redheaded Russian asked as her finger ran over the words, a small smudge coming at the bottom where the fresh ink resided. You took her hand in your own after setting the mug down. Much like a mother would you licked one of your own fingers and used it to wipe the mark away on her finger.
“It is and I'd appreciate if my notes could stay intact. My thoughts are jumbled enough without you smudging them Tasha.” You looked up at the red head with a smirk plastered on your face and hers adorned a blush as Wanda came to your other side arms wrapping around your shoulders. 
“We wanted to know if we could help you with anything?” You felt her breath on the shell of your ear. Your attention moving from the Russian to the Sokovian. 
“I'm sure you two could be studying for your finals instead of coming to ask if I need help.” You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, the smirk still on your face as her forehead found your cheek. 
“Need some stress relief.” She murmured against you making a chuckle bubble up from your chest. Wanda let out a whine in protest of your chuckle. 
“Well she needs a stress relief. I'm getting high later.” Your head spun back to the redhead. 
“Without me? Rude.” Natasha started laughing along with you.
“Well I can bring it if you say we can come over tonight and then we can all have a good time.” Natasha wiggled her eyebrows and tugged on your hand that was still in hers. Another whine falling past Wanda's lips is what made you give in. 
“Okay. Okay you two can come over. We'll get high and have some stress relief from finals for everyone's sake.” Both girls became excited at the thought of getting to come over. 
You lived a ways away from campus so you never worried about anyone seeing the girls come over since the three of you started up this throuple of yours at the beginning of the summer semester. 
The classes were smaller and the two girls had already caught your eye. Since neither was a history major you figured once they got their history credits you'd never see them again. The campus was huge and the history building was nowhere near where these two spent the rest of their day. Yet when you saw their names once more you knew you had to say something. So as the old saying goes; one thing led to another and here we are. 
You wrapped and arm around Wanda, pulling her into your lap where her face now buried its away into the crook of your neck. Natasha just leaned against you. More than content to have you against her stomach. You never thought this is where you'd be when you started teaching here, but you couldn't be more happy, more full, more loved than you are with these two in your life.
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shcherbatskya · 2 years
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breaking news: humanities girl manages to turn all four of her classes into classics courses no matter their subject matter. more at 5…
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