#calpurnia imagine

[doobydoobydoowau]

imagine this: you're the baddest bitch in the Roman Republic. you have spent the past few decades fighting, fucking and planning to take control of the known world. you've killed millions of people. you became the fucking pontifex maximus and used some guy's idea to reinvent the calendar. you were the first roman to have a terrible vacation experience in the UK. you won a civil war. your best friend likes to commission naked statues of you and stand in front of them calling you a king at parties.

it's the 15th March 44 b.c.e and life is good. the people love you and you just became a dictator for life. you leave your mansion, ignoring your wife's pleas for you to stay (venus above that woman is in love with you) and shake off the soothsayer who keeps following you around and talking about your doom (spurinna is obsessed with you). you swagger into work, sit down, and are immediately stabbed by a bunch of your coworkers. you stagger around for a bit feeling sorry for yourself, before collapsing down dead at the statue of the guy that you had that civil war against. what a way to go.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

My TKAM masterlist!!

My requests are open at the moment. My request rules and list

Atticus Finch:

Are you my soulmate? My angel? - Yandere! Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader

I'm so full of love I could barely eat - Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Baker! Reader romantic headcanons

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you - Atticus Finch x Male! Reader romantic fluff headcanons

You never knew how much I really liked you - Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader romantic headcanon to (small) fic

Scout Finch (only platonic)

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Jem Finch (only platonic)

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Calpurnia

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Tom Robinson

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Arthur “Boo” Radley

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Thank you for all the support on my posts about To Kill a Mockbird!! I'm so excited to write for the fandom!! And request as much Atticus Finch content as you want!!

[namelessbenji]

So I ended up becoming hyperfixated on To Kill A Mockingbird and I'm shaking and crying because that's literally the most embarrassing hyperfixation I've ever had anyway sparkle on! It's Saturday! Don't forget to remind the citizens of Maycomb about what was legalized in 1967

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 19

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Mother and father contacted me via crystal ball mid morning asking as to my plans for Yule. I informed them that I would be spending them with Enid's family. They were terrible at hiding their delight and asked many questions. Father inquired if I wished to return home to dig up one of Great-Aunt Calpurnia's rings. I scoffed at such a notion, the ground would be much too hard this time of year.

Mother chimed in that I might want something more modern for a certain gift recipient. I ignored her not so subtle suggestion and instead asked if they knew of any werewolf festivities around Yuletide. They both pondered this a while. As they did, Grandmama joined in the conversation. She asked if I was referring to the werewolf games that Swedish Archbishop Olaus Magnus wrote about. I was rather surprised, as was mother and father.

'A werewolf Christmas! How exciting! I didn't know those still took place outside of Livonia and Chicago.' She said as if reminiscing. 'What small town shall you be pillaging?' She asked. I raised an eyebrow.

'Enid did not mention pillaging…' I said as my curiosity was piqued.

'Ah, well, I suppose nowadays it's rather difficult to find houses with cellars full of mead and a castle wall to jump over.' She sighed and looked me up and down. 'Plus I imagine your parents wouldn't approve of acts of cannibalism while you're still in school.'

'Is that part of the festivities too? How much cannibalism is required?' I asked, enthralled.

'Wednesday, no.' Mother said firmly. 'Grandmama, I am rather doubtful that the Sinclairs practice such things.' She turned her attention back to me. 'What did Enid tell you explicitly?'

'Jumping a castle was included but the adaptation of its origin that I was given had to do with a young werewolf eating one of Saint Nicholas's reindeer to gain an advantage.' I said, drumming my fingers on my desk.

'Well, I assume that eating reindeer is a more acceptable alternative.' Grandmama said with a shrug. 'Where will you be traveling to that has reindeer and a castle wall?'

'San Francisco.' I said, glancing back at Enid's side of the room. Enid had left earlier in the morning to attend one of her extracurricular activities. I heard a collective gasp and my eyes flicked back to the crystal ball. 'Yes?'

'Nothing!' Father lied quickly. I narrowed my eyes.

'We are just surprised, is all.' Mother said, patting father's hand reassuringly. 'After what happened last time you visited.'

'I was assured the temperatures would not be so hellacious and Enid would limit my exposure to bright colors this time around.' I replied. Mother and father seemed doubtful. 'I shall send Thing with my Yule gifts before I intend to leave.' I said before bidding then farewell and covering the crystal ball. I stood up from my desk and wandered aimlessly around the dorm while my thoughts consumed me.

I eventually found myself sitting atop Enid's bed. I missed her dreadfully as I gazed at her bedside clock. Why must her accursed clubs continue this close to the end of our academic instruction? I lay down to conserve energy as I felt particularly lethargic with my werewolf's continued absence. I wondered momentarily if the family curse could cause me to perish if I was kept from Enid for long enough. I closed my eyes. My mind drifted back to Enid as if my mind were on a chain that the werewolf held, letting me wander ever so slightly as to give the illusion of freedom before yanking me back.

Admittedly I grew rather hot at the idea of Enid physically keeping me on a chain. I huffed as I glanced between the clock and the door. Enid's club would likely run late again. I found this most unacceptable as I needed Enid now. Carnal thoughts, to which I had little control over, soon overcame me. I furrowed my brow as I considered possible solutions. A moment later my mobile telephone began vibrating in my pocket. I retrieved it and felt my heart rate increase.

Enid had sent a text message and photograph. The photograph was a self portrait of her smiling at the camera as she sat in the quad. Enid had informed me earlier that these self portraits were colloquially known as 'selfies.' Her message asked if I required any sustenance from the cafeteria as, unsurprisingly, her meeting would go over the allotted time frame given. The solution struck me as I held the answer in my hand. Just as Enid could bewitch me with this accursed device I could do the same. I held out the mobile telephone as I had seen Enid do many times before and took a photograph.

I quickly pulled the device back towards me to analyze the composition. It was simple but acceptable. I sent it along with a message. Text soon appeared below my message indicating that Enid had received and viewed it. Enid's response was immediate with several of those irksome 'emojis.' She expressed shock and praise me at taking my first 'selfie.' I felt a small twinge of pride, I was currently in possession of Enid's attention and I wished to maintain it.

I sent another message indicating that I required her assistance in a serious matter. She was quick to ask if I was okay. I adjusted my position on her bed and took another photograph. I sent it along with instructions of what I needed her to do. Several dots appeared and disappeared. Finally a message appeared. Enid was gently reprimanding me for distracting her. A wicked grin spread across my face. I removed a single article of clothing and sent another photograph with a message. More dots appeared but the response was quicker. I was now being told off.

I sent another message saying that I desired Enid return to our dorm posthaste along with another photograph with another article of clothing missing. I continued this trend and watched as Enid's responses soon became all capitals and less coherent. It was not long before I heard keys fumbling outside our door. I heard the lock unclick and Enid burst through.

'Mi amor, you are back sooner than expected.' I said facetiously. I felt quite pleased in succeeding at having my werewolf return at a more appropriate time. Enid slammed the door shut behind her before stomping over.

'You!' She said, pointing at me as if to scold me. I sat up and kissed her accusatory hand.

'Now that you are back, I was hoping to-' But my next words were cut off as the werewolf pushed me back onto the bed.

'You.' She hissed dangerously in my ear before grabbing my tie. I gulped as she pulled me closer by it.

'Yes?' I asked with fervid trepidation.

I am rather chuffed to report that I was thoroughly and satisfactorily reprimanded by my werewolf for my folly, and that it will most certainly happen again.

Dear Diary,

I was TRYING to get all my club activities wrapped up today before winter break but SOMEONE was being needy. So there I was, in the middle of finalizing the first few pages of the yearbook in the quad, and I texted Willa to let her know I was almost done but would be running late. All normal so far right? Well, all of a sudden she decides to send me a selfie! 😲 Wednesday Addams sends me a selfie! I know! But it wasn't just a selfie - she sends a selfie of her lying on my bed all dramatically and pouting! (or I guess the closest thing to pouting that Wednesday does) and the message: I need you.

GIRL! 😳 But it doesn't stop there! No! Wednesday doesn't send just one selfie, she sends SEVERAL and is somehow losing more clothes in each one! 😖 OMG! I can't focus, the rest of the club is waiting for my approval on a layout and Wednesday is texting this and like the most suggestive messages!

W: Amore, I crave your touch.

W: Which position does mon loup find the most appealing?

W: I cannot bear another moment without your fangs claiming my flesh.

W: Cara mia, I wish for you to do unquestionably despicable things to me.

I couldn't! I just couldn't! 😵 I apologized to all the club members and said I had an emergency I needed to take care of.

Ugh! Willa looked so smug when I got back to the dorm. 😠 She tried to act all innocent and everything too! If she wanted my attention so bad then she was going to have it! 😤💕

[cyanide-sodapop]

let’s start a ✨chain✨

very similar to the one where you spell out your name/url in songs but instead you spell it with ✨song artists✨ (bands, singers, etc)

ILL START (obvs)

P - Panic! At The Disco

A - Adele

T - The Weeknd

H - Halsey

E - Evanescence

T - TWICE

I - Imagine Dragons

C - Calpurnia

A - Amy Winehouse

T - Taylor Swift

T - The Band Perry

H - Harry Styles

E - Ed Sheeran

D - Dua Lipa

I - Ice Cube

S - Shawn Mendes

C - Coldplay

O - Olivia Rodrigo

@waitingforthesunrise @malteevars-kee-devi @pheonix-thefirebird @dream-of-potter @sleep-can-wait @a-portal-to-nowhere @myeyesandheartadjust @lalallorona and anyone else who wants to join in :)

[cursed-princess-club]

Hellu, hi, it's a me!

We miss cpc, I miss cpc and so my mind has been frolicking about somewhere and a thought occured.

What do you think CPC genderbend names would be? Like ofc Whitney fits perfectly either way. BUT I wonder, what names would work bc my brain is currently not working and conjuring up names like Fredolina and Blainia for some reason.

I'd like to say I am and will never be good at naming things, my new pokemon file is proof of that.

I'm also curious about the harder names like Calpernia, which is latin and not as popular or well used as the alternative Calpurnia which is Julius's wife. But tbh I dont wanna call male Calpernia, Julius nor Caesar.

WAHH GOSH I MISS CPC TOO </3 it's been months... the blorbos will be back soon ....i believe in them...

(on the pokemon files: I FEEL YOU LMAOOO the way i choose names i just. go with whatever i think of at the moment)

mocha n' i did some brainstorming on this together... and came up with gregory for gwendolyn (greg and gwen both the shorter version!!), plus mario for maria and lorenzo for lorena ofc. i think it would be funny if jamie was just the Same with the added funny of the twins having the white names haha- BUT mocha came up with jaye for jamie!! which is awesome cause like it can be heard as just Jay but it also has an E at the end which is JUST like jamie

plaid princes time!! i LOVE bianca or blaire for blaine. blaire maybe more since it's only a letter off, but they both have that Rich Mean Girl vibe. or at least blaire does. bianca though ... i could totally imagine fitting with blaine's ogre of the opera look?? BIANCA: cool and dark and mysterious n shit!!

lance: lana, leia, lane, something like that i think works!! this is kinda a stretch but i hc lance's full first name being lancelot and lancelot -> charlotte ( because of the lot Ha)

FREDERICK!! there's fredericka obviously but i love the vibes of francine for frederick, feels very nice and bookish like he/she is. and the fran nickname!! :)

for prez we were lookin at names with cal and that brought us to Calvin and Callum and could you imagine. caesar does have some sort of symbolism narrative sense maybe but it's also freakin caesar like no wonder you'd prefer to be called prez at that point (I JEST) please envision caesar!prez constantly having to hear everyone's stabbing jokes on the ides of march

jack = jacqueline and leelathae = leeamtham, misheard as liam like how we got lilyth

hmmm that's all i got for now!! i'd love to hear what everyone else thinks :D

[annachum]

A collage of how I imagine GOT books! Alicent Hightower fashions to look like

Alicent starts to mix Ancient Greco Roman fashion elements into her wardrobe ever since marrying into House Targaryen

I imagine GOT books! Alicent's fashions to have nods to the fashions of Adeliza de Louvain, Lady Macbeth, Queen Elinor, Calpurnia Pisonis and Servilia

[amberthefantasy]

Nitimur in Vetitum

chapter one: sanguis (blood)

"Lucretia Julia Caesaris, or as she would be known to history, Empress Lucretia, is one of the most powerful women in the history of Europe, if not the world. However, just hours after the death of Gaius Julius Caesar the 19 year old could never have imagined what she would become." -Roman Women: The Women Who Influenced the History of Rome by Paul Chrystal

Ides of March in the Year of Caesar and Antonius (15th March, 44 BCE)

Lucretia was terrified, but even that may not be a strong enough word to describe her emotions in this moment. Her father's corpse was laid out before her, blood still seeping from the wounds upon his body. No words would come to her, even as Silvius placed a hand on her back and attempted to lead her away from the corpse. "No," Lucretia snapped, pushing her husband's hand off, "I will stay with him."

"Lucretia, he is gone. We must find Marcus Antonius and figure out what must be done," Silvius said in his regular shaky voice. 

"No," she repeated, "go if you will, find Antonius. But I will remain by my father's side until his bones have burnt to ash and his blood has watered the roots of the earth."

"You, woman, are too stubborn for your own good," the man snapped, but he didn't argue with her again, simply turning on his heel and leaving the room.

"Why pater? why was he the man you chose? and why did you leave me alone with him?" Lucretia had spent years of her life after when it would be proper for a Roman woman to marry without a single suiter. Her father had always told Lucretia that she could pick her husband, a man she enjoyed. That was until December of the year before, when he had informed her that she was to marry Silvius Fabius Maximus, a friend of her fathers. Lucretia had been furious. Until the exact day of her wedding, she'd screamed and raged at her father. Silvius was not a very attractive man and they'd never been close.

But Lucretia was a roman woman, and roman women did what they were told. So in ianuarius of that year, they had married. Though Lucretia had refused to let him into her bed. He could try, and he had, multiple times since their wedding but Lucretia would not change her mind. She didn't care for him and she would not lose her virtue to a man she did not care for.

Now, just two months later, here she was alone and bloodied. Holding the limp hand of her murdered father.

There was no sound in the darkened house.

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It was a long while before anyone entered the house. Calpurnia, her stepmother, had retreated to her chambers in tears when the body was brought in. Now she returned to the tablinum where Caesar's body lay. Three slaves followed behind her, two with buckets in hand. "Lucretia, my sweet, we must prepare the body"

Lucretia blinked, "a moment more stepmother."

Calpurnia sighed, "Nerva, place the cypress at the door." One of the slaves bowed, taking two branches in his hands and heading towards the entrance way. "Come now sweet Lucretia, we have grieved for hours. His body has cooled, we must clean it and prepare for the proper ceremonies."

Lucretia sat still for another moment, her hand laid across the cold body of her father, "yes, yes we must."

Lucretia stood and took one of the cloths from a slave who she did not recognize. She dipped the cloth into one of the buckets and pressed the water onto his bloodied arm. Calpurnia smiled and began to help, "where is the undertaker?" the older woman asked. 

"From what I've heard, the streets have been cleared. No one will come here, not for him ," Lucretia whispered, it was bad form to speak loudly around the recently deceased. "Gaius Julius Caesar."

"Gaius Julius Caesar," Calpurnia repeated, and from them they fell into silence. Simply pressing soaked cloths into the bloody skin of the dictator and watching the watered blood run onto the tiled ground beneath them.

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It was after dawn the next morning when they were joined by another. And soon many friends of her father's joined them in the household. Silvius had managed to find Marcus Antonius and had brought the consul to their home to plan their next move. 

Now Lucretia and Calpurnia were forced to sit in the atrium and wait for the men to tell them what to do.

"I hate this," Lucretia finally snapped, "sitting here, waiting for them to finish their plans. Plans that no doubt will be foolish and rash, given the temperaments of the men in the room."

"Come now my sweet, what else would you have be done?" Calpurnia said softly, reaching out to take Lucretia's hand.

"I don't know, perhaps we shall go to the murderers and take the blood that is owed us!"

"You would have them hunt the conspirators down and kill them all? That is not possible, many support those men and they have many powerful positions-"

Lucretia scoffed, cutting her stepmother off mid sentence, "I would have my own knife pearce their hearts."

"Lucretia-" Calpurnia began with a chiding note to her voice.

"Do not! Do not chide me for wanting vengeance upon those who have slain my father!" Lucretia snapped at her, standing in a single sharp movement.

"It would not be-" Calpurnia tried again.

"-proper? No it would not, but I do not care, my FATHER was murdered and I will have my revenge upon his killers," she hissed, leaning towards the older woman with narrowed eyes.

"What are you ladies discussing?" Marcus Antonius's voice cut off whatever Calpurnia was going to say in response.

"How I shall take my vengeance upon those who killed my father," Lucretia said, turning to him with a smile.

"Oh? Well, perhaps you shall, but not today. Today I will call a senate meeting and then we shall open your father's will once I have discovered the extent of the conspirators' plans," Antonius told her, already fixing the toga clasp at his shoulder.

Lucretia nodded, watching the man, and some others that had joined in the planning, exit the house. "Do not fret my love," Silvius's voice came from close beside her as he placed his hand upon her hip. Lucretia cringed away from him and shot a glare to her right. He didn't react, "Antonius shall ensure we are safe."

"I do not care for my safety, I want my vengeance." Lucretia repeated, pushing his hand away and returning to her father's side. "And I will have it, I will."

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Lucretia was furious again. Antonius stood before her, the two were alone as Calpurnia had left to retrieve her father's will from its place in the Temple of Vesta and Silvius had escorted her. "What do you mean you have given them an amnesty?" Lucretia hissed.

"It was best for us all, Lucretia. If I did not grant them an amnesty for the murder they would have named it a tyrannicide, then all would be lost." Antonius said in a placating voice.

"They could not name it such. If they named the murder a tyrannicide then all my fathers laws and appointments would be null and void. They would lose all positions granted to them by him, and the people would be furious."

Antonius raised an eyebrow, "you... know quite a bit about politics then?"

"My father wanted me educated as he would educate a son," Lucretia proudly stated, raising her head slightly. She had expected that reaction, she always got it. Men were always surprised when she revealed her knowledge on these things. She told truth, as to why she knew them, her father had gifted her many books and scrolls full of things that women would not often be taught. He had also spent hours telling her about the decisions he was making in the Senate. She was after all his only blood child, so she had to be informed of the family's political moves.

"How kind of a father he was," Antonius said, though there was an odd note to his voice. At that moment Calpurnia and Silvius reentered the room.

"Porcius," Calpurnia called to one of the slaves, "read this for us."

The pale slave took the will and opened it. The door opened suddenly before he could begin speaking. "Cousin Atia!" Lucretia called, standing to give the new arrivals a proper greeting. 

"Cousin Lucretia," Atia smiled, her daughter Octavia stood behind her smiling, "how I have missed your presence, but oh what a terrible way to meet."

Lucretia nodded and smiled softly, taking Octavia in hand and greeting her as well. "Yes well, you have arrived just in time to hear his last wishes."

The three took their seat and Lucretia waved towards the slave, "well, read on."

He bowed, cleared his throat and began. "I, Gaius Julius Caesar do hereby confirm that this is my final will and testament. Having made due provision with the well-being and security of my honest and dutiful wife, Calpurnia, et cetera. I leave the sum of 75 denarii to every enrolled citizen and I gift my gardens to the citizens of Rome to use as they please.

My name and the remainder of my estate, with all legal obligations and benefits, all remaining property, gold, silver, and other monies, I leave to Gaius Octavius. Who is henceforth to be regarded for all intents and purposes and my lawful son and heir."

There was silence. "Gaius Octavius? Cousin Gaius?" Lucretia asked softly.

"My Gaius..." Atia whispered, "adopted... heir?"

"Well, isn't that wonderful," Antonius said, though he didn't sound like he found it wonderful.

"Gaius, he will be..." yes Lucretia could work with Gaius. From what she knew of her cousin, he was a good man, a young one and a promiscuous one, but a good man nonetheless. And if Lucretia could get him to see that her marriage was failing, that would change things. As her new pater familias Gaius would be able to request her marriage be annulled because of its lack of consummation. She just hoped he would return to Rome and accept his adoption.

"Now we have a funeral to plan." Lucretia said.

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16th Day before the Kalends of May (16th April, 44 BCE)

This day Lucretia was delighted. Gaius was returning to Rome. For two weeks now, Lucretia had been full of both delight and righteous anger. The day of her father's funeral, on the 13th day before the Kalends of April, those who led the murder of her father had fled the city. This had made Lucretia happy of course, they deserved to fear the anger of the people they had wronged. But it had also made her angry for it robbed her of the chance to plot her vengeance.

Today though, she felt the delight more than the anger. Her cousin, her new pater familias if all went well, was returning to Rome to claim his inheritance. Lucretia hoped that the young man would be helpful in her plans. 

"Lucretia! He's here," Atia called.

Lucretia smiled, standing and heading to the entrance of the home. Once she reached the door, she saw the man that had returned to Rome. Gaius's hair had grown out some since he had left for Greece, now it sat just above his shoulders in soft waves. His tunic was pale in colour and tied with a golden belt. "Gaius!" Atia called for her son, taking his head in hand.

"Mother," Gaius smiled, offhandedly giving one of the slaves his horse's reins, "I've missed you."

One of the men behind him dismounted as well, and smiled at Atia. "Agrippa," she smiled, kissing him as well. "I am happy you have returned with my son."

"I am happy to have returned as well," the man, Agrippa said. Lucretia had heard of him, though they had never met face to face before.

"Cou... sister," Gaius said with a smile.

"Brother," Lucretia stepped forward to give him a kiss in greeting, "you are accepting the adoption then?"

"Of course," Gaius said, glancing at his mother, who pursed her lips but didn't speak.

Lucretia looked between them for a moment, before turning to the other man. "I do not believe we have met, I am Lucretia Julia Caesaris of the Julii."

He smiled at her and stepped forward to kiss her cheeks, "it's a pleasure, Marcus Vipsanius Agrippa."

They smiled at each other for a moment. "Well," Gaius cut in, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, "what have I missed?"

NiV masterlist / full masterlist

[frumentariae]

okay here’s my elaboration since i’ve been asked. bc i love writing Interpersonal Drama and about complicated bad guys. please note that they are complicated messy bad guys and im not aiming to woobify anyone (i dont think im successful in not woobifying but literally whatever). these dudes suck. they are really interesting also :3c

cws: mentions of child death, pregnancy, miscarriage mentions that would only make sense in a post-nuclear apocalyptic wasteland. also relationship with a massive problematic power imbalance--not romanticized, but explored. like i said, these are bad people so its no surprise really. disclaimer: im a transmasc pls dont be weird about me writing trans men being birthgivers and parents.

some backstory: - caesar is gay. he doesn't really fully recognize it. - he had a wife who he loved a lot, but was not sexually attracted to. they had sex anyways because obviously he's so in the closet its not even funny + he felt he needed heirs. she was a really special woman in his life and one of few he's ever actually respected - caesar and his wife had 1 daughter and were never able to get pregnant again. the daughter's name is julia, she's like 30 - following his wife's death, he was only with joshua for a time before realizing he might want to have more heirs

so: caesar saw an opportunity to have both a male partner and get his heirs. he "chose" vulpes for this role, and because vulpes is a miserable brainwashed zealot, he agreed. all of his children were born as secretly as he could manage in order to preserve vulpes' privacy about his AGAB/status as a trans man.

this also unfortunately meant that a lot of their children didn't spend a lot of time with vulpes, instead being raised by vulpes' sister, alba (who many suspect to be the parent of the many kids, but she is Not). some were miscarriages, others were cases of failure to thrive. here's a little timeline of the children's birth dates; a * indicates that they are still alive.

2268: julius born*

2270: gaius born*

2271: aggripina born*

2272: calpurnia born, died

2274: fulvia born

2275: fulvia died

2278: livia druscilla* born, augustus born, died

2279: caesarion born

2281: caesarion died; cato born*

i waffle on whether cato is caesar's or a vulpes/arcade offspring lol. i only really like vulcade under my Extremely Specific AU Circumstances. the Circumstances being arcade is captured by the legion, and tired of being caesar's little pet guy, commiserates with vulpes and they're like

i digress. vulpes was very Into being caesar's secret husband or whatever at first (which joshua REALLY didn't like). by 2281 vulpes is still of course a zealot who's devoted to caesar (the title itself and the legion's dogma), but after as much as he's been through he's teetering on the edge of disillusionment on a personal level. he has a lot of hidden rage inside him, and he's very protective of julius (who, despite being the oldest son, isn't caesar's preferred heir-- gaius is.) i like to imagine him: A) leaving the legion outright with julius and settling down somewhere so his poor son can have a normal ass life B) having a certified brutus moment and staging a coup so julius can be the new caesar. he gets lanius out of the picture bc he just fuckin hates the guy.

i also have a stupid ass fun little modern au where caesar is a shithead senator whos secretly gay and really into roman LARP + vulpes is his miserable stay at home partner who raises the kids and drives a massive SUV and is ready to smother him in his sleep at any moment but doesn't because he doesn't wanna go to jail. also gaius has a like 5k computer setup to play fortnite all he wants. vulpes is having an affair with someone he likes much better. lmao

[nataliesnews]

Let it now be said that I am all gloom and misery. Last night I went to see Julius Casear done by the Theatre in the Rough in the park near the King David. It is always great fun though you have to run from place to place and up and down over the grass. I take my accordion  chair which I carry in my rucksack but once I have taken it out I have to run with my stick and the bag as suit as it takes time. Sometimes people help me. Otherwise I just sukkel.It was very funny and I will show you who was Brutus and who was Caesar. It is very funny as they make Caesar into a woman, Brutus the absolute antithesis of what you would imagine hime to be, a small slight woman, Cassius is a big black gentleman who would have been more likely to have been Brutus.

This is Calpurnia.

This is Caesar

This is the choir which has been introduced by the producer of the play

The woman in the burgundy...do I have the colour right...is Brutus

Can anyone tell me what this flag actually is. I saw it at the Saturday demonstration last week and it was held by a group of religious youth and also be this man who looks more Haredi. They saw they are active in Hebron against the occupation and the flat as psalms on it and has been hung for years in synagogues.

 Well and back to politics

An Israeli settler woman is shot. I grieve for her family but I will not go with Tag Maier when they go to shiva. I will go to Tag Maier when the evening news does not deal for almost the full hour with the grief of the family and what a wonderful woman she was. I wonder, a;ways,  if she and her family have been active in actions against the Palestinians. Maybe she is one of the settlers who do not take part in any such actions against the shepherds or the villages. But if not then when does she not speak up against it? 

Also as I saw the grief of the family of the woman who had been killed I wondered why we were not shown, if only for a fleeting moment, the mourning family of a young Palestinian whom I had seen shot in the back as he was running back to a group and  was  shot in the back although he was unarmed and not attacking anyone. Up  to now the soldiers who carved a magen davied on the face of a Palestinian have been praised by members of the government and Ben Gvir wants to give them a medal. Another family group has fled their homes because of attacks by settlers........so   I grieve for her family but  I grieve more for the Palestinians who know that they will never find the justice they seek. In a few days time we will hear the the perpetrators have been found...those responsible hpr her death....but the soldier who shot a man in the back, the soldiers who carved a magen david, the settlers who at this every moment are harassing and stealing from the Palestinians? 

I went today to hear Yischa Harani lecturing on part of the New Testament at a new center which I did not know at all. A meeting ground for pilgrims and then too  a church which I only realised at the end was so there was this beautiful altar.

In the evening I went with Yehuda and Anat to see Oppenbeimer. I found the first  part  boring but when the bomb went off and I saw people screaming and backslapping I thought of the drowning of the Egyptians and the angels singing in joy and God admonishing them. I probably would have felt different seeing the movie at the end of the war itself. I wonder how much of this was shown on the television at that time....maybe most houses did not have television.

As a result I did not go to the demonstration in the morning against Ben Gvir in Hebron and also not to Sheikh Jarrah...maybe just as well as I heard there was police violence in both places. This evening I am also not going to the demonstration as I woke up feeling very weak. I had six visitors for brunch and was worried that I would be too tired as I did not sleep well either but it must have been enjoyable to all as they came at 13.00 and only left towards 4. There were four of  of us from Machsomwatch and my friend Gioia from Sheikh Jarrah and as Andrea, her husband, is from the UN I think both sides found it interesting. Andrea and Gioia next to me.   Yehduit who live at Nofim, Hanna Barag whom I often write about and I who am going on diet.  

But if you want to know what is happening with the Christians in Israel here are two examples:

Christians unwanted in Israel https://www.haaretz.com/opinion/editorial/2023-08-21/ty-article-opinion/.premium/the-damaging-rejection-of-christians-under-israels-far-right-religious-government/0000018a-1455-debf-afba-9cfff8210000?utm_source=App_Share&utm_medium=iOS_Native

At a Haifa church, Jewish pilgrims test coexistence strained by painful history

Haredi visitors outside Stella Maris say they want to pray near the presumed burial site of Prophet Elisha; churchgoers say it's just another attempt to intimidate Christians

This is what the Rabbis for Human Rights wrote about the above

The Stella Maris Monastery and Church in Haifa continues to face threats from a small Hasidic sect known as Berland Hasidim. The group continues to come to the monastery and harass the clergy and worshippers and has now received permission from the Police to hold prayer services close to the church.  Rabbis for Human Rights continues to support the Stella Maris community and this week submitted a letter signed by over 200 Rabbis to the President of the State of Israel, the Chief of Israel's Police and the Attorney General, demanding that the State safeguard this community from the threats they are facing. We were proud that the letter was signed by leading Rabbis from all streams of Judaism in Israel, and are committed to continuing and increasing our actions to protect religious practice of minorities in Israel. 

[ketchhhaglendadelle]

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Then whose she running from

That's racist

Clone魚の目

Stan Smith[future vandal]: (sports term) they sure can run

wanna hear it from Sinatra?

keep scrollin'

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Larry Smith | Economics | University of Waterloo

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Otherwise, Counter misses. Spoons aren't TECHNIQUES. They'll never do damage.

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PS there's always more ammunition in the art deep おひんーKAIN、サ

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What are you guys talking about

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A what?

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Imagine a metalic space craft surrounding a person then it makes contact violently with the ground

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Infiltrator

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Whose okurl no gun?

I know nothing!

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ねれん;は！ハ 正Neren;ha! Ha Positive

There exists somewhere the one bite missing from the canolii resting atop the muffining trash settled on the Garbage Sphere CANCELRAMA BLUE BLAK

RED GRIN

Later you receive some unweildy information about how my Nona had a kitchen in her basement and I had two living rooms in mine Cazoo! and both living rooms had their own door to the laundry room but one crosses the sump pump

Genesis 35 1 And God said unto Jacob, Arise, go up to Beth-el, and dwell there: and make there an altar unto God, that appeared unto thee when thou fleddest from the face of Esau thy brother. 2 Then Jacob said unto his household, and to all that were with him, Put away the strange gods that are among you, and be clean, and change your garments: 3 And let us arise, and go up to Beth-el; and I will make there an altar unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me in the way which I went. 4 And they gave unto Jacob all the strange gods which were in their hand, and all their earrings which were in their ears; and Jacob hid them under the oak which was by Shechem. 5 And they journeyed: and the terror of God was upon the cities that were round about them, and they did not pursue after the sons of Jacob. 6 ¶ So Jacob came to Luz, which is in the land of Canaan, that is, Beth-el, he and all the people that were with him. 7 And he built there an altar, and called the place El-beth-el: because there God appeared unto him, when he fled from the face of his brother. 8 But Deborah Rebekah’s nurse died, and she was buried beneath Beth-el under an oak: and the name of it was called Allon-bachuth. 9 ¶ And God appeared unto Jacob again, when he came out of Padan-aram, and blessed him. 10 And God said unto him, Thy name is Jacob: thy name shall not be called any more Jacob, but Israel shall be thy name: and he called his name Israel. 11 And God said unto him, I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply; a nation and a company of nations shall be of thee, and kings shall come out of thy loins; 12 And the land which I gave Abraham and Isaac, to thee I will give it, and to thy seed after thee will I give the land. 13 And God went up from him in the place where he talked with him. 14 And Jacob set up a pillar in the place where he talked with him, even a pillar of stone: and he poured a drink offering thereon, and he poured oil thereon. 15 And Jacob called the name of the place where God spake with him, Beth-el. 16 ¶ And they journeyed from Beth-el; and there was but a little way to come to Ephrath: and Rachel travailed, and she had hard labour. 17 And it came to pass, when she was in hard labour, that the midwife said unto her, Fear not; thou shalt have this son also. 18 And it came to pass, as her soul was in departing, (for she died) that she called his name Ben-oni: but his father called him Benjamin. 19 And Rachel died, and was buried in the way to Ephrath, which is Beth-lehem. 20 And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave: that is the pillar of Rachel’s grave unto this day. 21 ¶ And Israel journeyed, and spread his tent beyond the tower of Edar.

RAPIER

24 Gold Pieces

Jurchasr;

This tower leads

to Paradise.

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Gen-Bu has hidden

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door in the Statue

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If you want to

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Once you leave

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Once you leave

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JAIL;

When you get out of the city, it's the best

襠まち(n) gusset[BRick LAYER]

If you leave the city

Hmmm

It's okay

打だダ, う.つstrike, hit, knock, pound, dozen

ぞ;force,cause

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This is where you go.PLAYERCURSOR

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た。帯タイ, sash, belt, obi, zone, region

い。(n) area, zone, belt (of land)

だ、打AttackerDamage[A hits c零k does #]

ぞ; (used at sentence end) adds force or indicates command

You can use this as a template for external encounters

象rightHearbaby

There is a table onboard the GAME BOY that performs condition requisitions.

Centarumon came here,and

plans to open up a clinic.

No more worrying about

getting sick or hurt!

Coelmon came here and

he wants to start a shop.

The city will flourish!

Betamon came here and said

he'd like to start a shop.

The city will flourish!

Meramon came here and said

that he is the chief of flames.

He's fueled with motivation!

¥KNIGHTynINNleay

This tower leadsIf you want toadvance, choose

to Paradise.members at theGuild.

ここから にげだしたい？

ギルドでなかまを あつめろよ

このうは てんかいくと

つうじてるんだ

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巽ThatNo

... DECK:無イ亡/くな/る;す/ FROM being lost To losing...to missing.

workmanship, craftsmanship, execution, finish,

grades, results, score, record,

そんをThat's how it is here.

ノンしThis is non-stop.

間5 おおハサミむし A鋏A螯むし矛Non-stop

ハサミThis is Scissors Road.[INSECTIONS]

螯はさみclaws DUGTRIO

鋏キョウ, はさみscissorsThis is Kyodo.

めーちThis is the road.

Mechi

There is another

town in the

southeast.

^The GOOD LUCK ADVENTURERS LOG

STRONG:1;300GP

AGILITY:1;300GP

HP200:1;100GP

POTION:3;50GP

XPOTION:3;200GP

ANTIDOTE:3;100GP

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どくけし:3/100ケロ

めぐすり:３/500ケロ

いきかえり:１/15000ケロ

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いやしのつえ:30/1000ケロ

What's going hot in LAVA CAVE?

Writings on the wall BFRAM3 ON AIR E

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life.六 0bservatory

REDBULL:レッドブル;参5食い でEatls this a good place to eat? Bishoujo;小senshiシsailor

画面x5さんし証ううお00eaooahah詩Bing Это доказательство.賞ほ.める章showみtheもkneeレイ

Bang?wallawallabingbang:あかしThis is AkashiうたRoad.三treeline植

Aoka3arenbcrBo. Impressive she just joined choir and we're already pulling out of Key Ev, or whatever the fuck it's called pfftd Marco Pelio

Aoka3arenbcrBo.賞ほ.める章showみtheもkneeレイ

LOL Really! The dumb bitch gets to posting.. n.. yup they don't realize the target's still Quebec City and not MOSCOW

RESULT of condition statement:

This pixies' statement is recursive along 4LINES

If you lose your

last heart, you

can't be brought

back to life.

Дourish flaming and chief chef manager

S

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Turin and Florence banking dinistish

Rhinos

And d'ems

Red Ramen or something more expensive

-dinner with a marxistLikitunf, MERAMON

Protection

Karen, your jaw is dropping

-J.Acosta learning Japanese from the ghost in the grudge

ハでbecause the nurse nations of shakespear were former libinical directories. Not geographical places

ーき"Rixty Minutes: something turquoise the family that bothered to stay out of the puddle

トなmy wife coach?

がくit's a pumpkin

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くだ

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と

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か

つ

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まちがあるぜ

ハートが なくなると ふっかつ

できなくなるだ

There's a town in this country too. If you lose your heart, you will not be able to recover.

You like chocolate?

[tweedfrog]

Found the article (see here)! It wasn't a poem it was an analysis of a published love letter from Pliny the Younger to his wife:

Ep. 7.5To Calpurnia.You would scarcely credit how much I miss you and long to see you again. My love for you is the primary cause of this longing, and the fact that we have not been used to be away from each other is the second. Hence it is that I spend a great part of my nights awake and thinking of you, and regularly at the hours when I used to visit you I find my feet carrying me – in the literal sense of the term towards your room, and then, sick and sad at heart, and feeling as though I had been refused admittance, I turn to quit the empty threshold. At one time only am I free from these tormenting pangs, and that is when I am in court and busy pleading for my friends. Imagine, I pray you, how wretched is my life, when I find my rest in hard work, and my solace in being harassed and anxious.   Farewell.

The anonymous author points out that Pliny is sort of imitating the convention of the paraklausithyron which was a pretty recurring ancient greek motif where a lover is locked outside of the door of his beloved and is lamenting that he can't get inside. The author correctly states that in this case it is probably being used in a tongue in cheek way because

Pliny is overcome by love until he actually needs to do his work.

Pliny "approaches the door of this house not as a lover begging admittance, but as a master. He owns the door."

Calpurnia has no right of refusal.

[the-chomsky-hash]

[E. The ethical value of the dream (as stage for authentic freedom) is no doubt the meaning one must give to the idios kosmos of Heraclitus. The dream world is not the inner garden of fantasy - cont'd]

4. It is doubtless no accident that Freud was halted, in his dream interpretation, by the recounting of dreams of death. They

marked, in effect, an absolute limit to the biological principle of the satisfaction of desire

showed, Freud sensed only too keenly, the need for a dialectic

a. But it was not in fact a matter of a rudimentary opposition of

the organic

the inorganic

at the heart of the dream.

i. Freud set two external principles one against the other, one of which carried by itself all the powers of death.

ii. But death is quite another thing than one term in an opposition. It is that contradiction in which freedom, in the world and against the world, at once

realizes itself

denies itself

as destiny.

iii. This

contradiction

struggle

may be seen in Calpurnia's dream, which foretells the death of Caesar: a dream which speaks

no less of the entire power and freedom of the imperator who shakes the world—in the interpretation of Decius

than of the risks he runs and his imminent assassination—in Calpurnia's own interpretation.

The death glimpsed here is that which comes from behind, like a thief, to take life and tie a freedom forever to the necessity of a world. "The things that threatened me / Ne'er looked but on my back..."

– Michel Foucault, Dream, Imagination and Existence: An Introduction to Ludwig Binswanger's Le rêve et l'existence (part III: Nihil magnum somnianti [Nothing too great to be dreamt by the dreamer]—Cicero), 1954, translated by Forrest Williams

[wednesdayshadow]

On reading

"All things are ready, if our mind be so"

I was a voracious reader from about the age of 5. I am now 60. I was the kid that got in trouble in school for reading books instead of the one who was always talking. I read anything and EVERYTHING I could get my hands on. I kept reading as I grew, my tastes in reading material ever changing. When I was in junior high and high school, I tried my hand at writing like most young girls. I was not bad but clearly not professional writer material. So, I continued to read. I had moved on from the stories of Clara Barton, Little House on the Prairie and later Flowers in the Attic to Issac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Steven King, Shakespeare, Jane Austin, Charlotte Bronte, Mark Twain, etc.….

Then, I discovered what I had a knack for. Each story, each sentence, each word; I could SEE it played out in my mind! I could see Calpurnia whispering to Scout so as not to be overheard; admonishing her, “There’s some folks who don’t eat like us, she whispered fiercely, but you ain’t called on to contradict ‘em at the table when they don’t. That boy’s yo’ comp’ny and if he wants to eat up the tablecloth you let him, you hear?”

Before Sissy Spacek embodied her in a movie, I had my own vision of what Carrie looked like due to the authors vivid account she was a frog among the swans, slightly chunky, with pimples at the corners of her mouth and mousy blonde hair, and could FEEL her anguish and torment when she was thinking about her tormentors, “If only it would be today and Jesus coming not with a lamb and a shepherd’s crook, but with a boulder in each hand to crush the laughers and the snickerers, to root out the evil and destroy it screaming—a terrible Jesus of blood and righteousness.”

And the very first time I read the line, ''In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. '', I could SEE the opening offering comfort and could feel the love emanating from within.

I learned that the answer to life, the universe, and everything is 42!

I learned that The Endless are a family of beings that represent the forces they symbolize:  Destiny, Death, Dream, Desire, the twins Despair and Delirium, and ALL the magical and wonderous things surrounding them and their powers. They were akin to Greek Gods.

I cannot write professionally, but I can, and do APPRECIATE, I absolutely LOSE myself, I LOVE each and every story. I hold dear the writers that provided me with such adventures and joy. I wish I could give them all the love that I feel I’ve received from their imaginations. So, I continue to read, re-read and enjoy their talented minds, imaginations and love for their readers. Thank you to the writers, magicians, conjurers of delight! Thank you.

SF

[stingtalegeorgiathompson]

To kill a mockingbird

The story, told by the six-year-old Jean Louise Finch, takes place during three years (1933–35) of the Great Depression in the fictional town of Maycomb, Alabama, the seat of Maycomb County. Nicknamed Scout, she lives with her older brother Jeremy, nicknamed Jem, and their widowed father Atticus, a middle-aged lawyer. They also have a black cook, Calpurnia, who had been with the family for many years and helped Atticus raise the two children. 

Jem and Scout befriend a boy named Dill, who visits Maycomb to stay with his aunt each summer. The three children are terrified, yet fascinated by their neighbour, the reclusive Arthur "Boo" Radley. The adults of Maycomb are hesitant to talk about Boo, and few of them have seen him for many years. The children feed one another's imagination with rumours about his appearance and reasons for remaining hidden, and they fantasize about how to get him out of his house. After two summers of friendship with Dill, Scout and Jem find that someone is leaving them small gifts in a tree outside the Radley place. Several times the mysterious Boo makes gestures of affection to the children, but, to their disappointment, he never appears in person.

Judge Taylor appoints Atticus to defend Tom Robinson, a black man who has been accused of raping a young white woman, Mayell Ewell. Although many of Maycomb's citizens disapprove, Atticus agrees to defend Tom to the best of his ability. Other children taunt Jem and Scout for Atticus's actions, calling him a "n-word-lover". Scout is tempted to stand up for her father's honour by fighting, even though he has told her not to. One night, Atticus faces a group of men intent on lynching Tom. This crisis is averted in an unexpected manner: Scout, Jem, and Dill show up, and Scout inadvertently breaks the mob mentality by recognizing and talking to a classmate's father, and the would-be lynchers disperse.

Atticus does not want Jem and Scout to be present at Tom Robinson's trial. No seat is available on the main floor, but the Rev. Sykes, the pastor of Calpurnia's church, invites Jem, Scout, and Dill to watch from the colored balcony. Atticus establishes that Mayella and Bob Ewell are lying. It is revealed that Mayella made sexual advances toward Tom, subsequently resulting in her being beaten by her father. The townspeople refer to the Ewells as "white trash" who are not to be trusted, but the jury convicts Tom regardless. Jem's faith in justice is badly shaken. Atticus is hopeful that he can get the verdict overturned, but Tom is shot 17 times and killed while trying to escape from prison.

Despite Tom's conviction, Bob Ewell is humiliated by the events of the trial. Atticus explained that he destroyed Ewell's last shred of credibility. Ewell vows revenge, spitting in Atticus' face, trying to break into the judge's house and menacing Tom Robinson's widow. Finally, he attacks Jem and Scout while they are walking home on a dark night after the school Halloween pageant. Jem suffers a broken arm in the struggle, but amid the confusion, someone comes to the children's rescue. The mysterious man carries Jem home, where Scout realizes that he is Boo Radley.

Sheriff Tate arrives and discovers Ewell dead from a knife wound. Atticus believes that Jem was responsible, but Tate is certain it was Boo. The sheriff decides that, to protect Boo's privacy, he will report that Ewell simply fell on his own knife during the attack. Boo asks Scout to walk him home. After she says goodbye to him at his front door, he disappears, never to be seen again by Scout. While standing on the Radley porch, Scout imagines life from Boo's perspective.

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5, 14, 19

5 (a song from a lifelong favourite artist):

the walker - fitz and the tantrums

dog days are over - florence + the machine

would that i - hozier

14 (a song with the name of a place in the title):

germany and rome - the ridleys

south london forever - florence + the machine

pompeii - bastille

19 (a song from an artist whose old music you enjoy more than their new music):

i’m so sorry - imagine dragons

your song - elton john

greyhound - calpurnia (technically they’re not a band anymore but 2 of the members started another band but i still like the older music better)