Gaius Julius Caesar: He invites you to a dinner party at his house and is a fairly witty and engaging host, but all of his stories seem to be about himself. However, friends assure you he's "every woman's man and every man's woman," so stick around for the nightcap he offers you if that makes you curious.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: For a man who is absolutely the wealthiest you've ever met, it seems a little convenient that he 'forgot his wallet' on your date to that expensive gastropub, so you couldn't go halfsies and had to pay for both your meals. The gold flake dessert shines bright, but you sort of wish he'd choke on it.
Gnaeus Pompeius Maximus: It's kind of weird how he takes you around to show you his art collection since it mainly consists of statues of himself, but hey, at least he's interested in art? He also tells a lot of stories about himself. However, he has a reputation for being a devoted husband and he's in between spouses, so if you're ready for that, give him a chance.
Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus aka Augustus: He literally wrote out a plan for your entire date, how it would go, and what he would say to the most commonly asked smalltalk questions. Do not deviate from his script. He takes you somewhere like a museum or a fancy restaurant where they barely feed you, but although he is polished, his romantic delivery seems a little flat until you run into his best friend Agrippa... They are just besties, right?
Marcus Antonius aka Mark Antony: Ok, there are a couple ways this could go. He is either an absolutely fantastic date who takes you to see a hilarious play and finishes off with a fun night on the town, or he takes you to a bar in a seedy part of town where you dance and drink and party all night. Either way he gives you nice gifts and is charming and funny. On a later date he may take you on the most expensive, romantic, fancy date ever. Most likely a good time date, just don't expect things to get serious unless you're the Queen of Egypt.
Marcus Aemilius Lepidus: He never showed up for your date. Completely ghosted you. You track down his coworkers Mark Antony and Octavian and they say they have no idea where he is either. Weird.
Marcus Agrippa: He takes you on a tour of the city, pointing out all the architecture and finishes this off with dinner. He seems nice, intelligent, and is very attentive to your needs. So why isn't he off the market yet? His attachment to his slightly creepy best friend and roommate Octavian, maybe? They were roommates.
Sextus Pompeius Magnus Pius: A much better date than his father, he takes you to his private boat and gives you a seaside tour. He valiantly fights off pirates during your date, but did you catch one of them winking at him? Regardless, it's an unforgettable adventure.
Who would you rather date? And again, I'm sorry, Lepidus.
As always, thanks to @just-late-roman-republic-things for inspiring these posts.
there’s this girl in my year who talks about mark antony about 5 times a day at least (usually more) and it’s growing on me fr… recently i can’t stop thinking about the end of the republic… i had 5 hours a week of classes on it this semester but her obsession with mark antony and the second triumvirate isn’t helping
gods i love (= hate) the romans they were amazing (= terrible people) and the rumors on everyone are wonderful
Portrait of Dirck Jansz. Pesser by Rembrandt & Marcus Aemilius Lepidus (Musei Vaticani) replica in Pushkin Museum
Two years previously, when Livia was six, a man who would later loom large in the early years of her marriage had found himself the victim of popular fury. That man was Marcus Aemilius Lepidus. The future Triumvir was named as interrex in the tense days following the murder of that vexatious Claudian, Livias kinsman Clodius. The nomination was not without its dangers—in this case the storming of Lepidus’s house by incensed pro-Clodian plebs. Asconius recalled the scene. ‘Then [the mob] broke through the gateway with all manner of violence and pulled down his ancestral portraits [the imagines maiorum], broke up the symbolic marital couch of his wife Cornelia, a woman whose chastity was considered an example to all, and also vandalized the weaving operations which, in accord with ancient custom, were in progress in the entrance hall.’
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The mob that threatened Lepidus, while sparing the senator himself, destroyed every cherished building block of patrician domesticity. Trampled underfoot was the sanctity of past, present and future.
it's kind of funny that, at some point in the timeline, each one of the TOS Triumvirate is basically like "bitch you'd better not promote me" to Starfleet
I keep insisting that while a lovely idea, appointment of the Grisha triumvirate is more of a joke and recipe for disaster, than a political step forward.
Today, I’m going to question Genya’s part specifically.
At the beginning, Genya’s introduced as a unique talent with predispositions to work of both Corporanik and Materialnik. She chooses her kefta’s colours herself- blue on red (which still doesn’t make sense, since blue is established as Summoners’ colour- literally the only Order she DOESN’T belong to). At the end ot the trilogy, Alina picks her as a representative of all Corporalki.
The obvious favouritism aside, ignoring lack of experience in leadership, I’m asking- what does Genya know about her Order itself?
Due to the nature of her assignment, she spent most of her life away from Little Palace. While she would understand the inner workings of the Grand Palace, Second Army and the woes of its people isn’t something she’d be closely familiar with. She even admits there’s a distance between her and other Grisha.
More pressingly- what does she know about the work of her Order? I’d like to assume she got some sort of basic training, but she doesn’t seem to know about anything more advanced. Although she could’ve lied (or withhold), according to her tour in Shadow and Bone, she’s never even been inside Corporalki worshops (while she’s spending a lot of her free time with Materialki).
“We’re on the other side of the Corporalki anatomy rooms.”
“Don’t they need light to … do their work?”
“Skylights,” she said. “In the roof, like the library dome. They prefer it that way. It keeps them and their secrets safe.”
“But what do they do in there?” I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Only the Corporalki know. But there are rumors that they’ve been working with the Fabrikators on new … experiments.”
How can she represent people she isn’t particularly close to, and whose work she knows virtually nothing about?!
Antony defends his relationship with Cleopatra in a vulgar letter to Octavian
Antony was so angry at Octavian's continuous defamation of his private life that he impulsively wrote a letter to Octavian in which he hotly defended his relationship to Cleopatra and asked how his colleague could dare to criticise him in that regard when he himself was notorious for his loose morals.
He mentioned several of the young man's mistresses by name, "What has come over you? Why are you changed towards me? Is it because I lie with a Queen? She is my wife. Is this a new thing with me? Have I not done so during these last nine years?" You do not sleep with Drusilla only" he wrote. "When you read this letter, if you still have your health and strength, you will probably be dallying with Tertulla, or Terentilla, or Rufilla, or Salvia Titiscenia, or all of them together, for what do you care where, or upon whom you spend your manly vigour?"
His reply made short work of his immoral behaviour and likely created issues with Livia, who, it is fair to assume, being the dominating woman that she was, would not have appreciated the humiliation of having her husband's conjugal infidelity exposed.
I find it really sweet as well as sexy that Antony calls Cleopatra his wife, claims her as his even in such a vulgar context.
Summary: (1/3) Post-3x10 Queen of Hearts. When Arthur asks Merlin to talk to Gwen on his behalf, Merlin’s whole world changes for the better.
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“I’d like you to send Guinevere a message.”
Arthur’s tone is serious, but his eyes are bright, given the circumstances.
Merlin has done plenty of things for Arthur, most are inconvenient and others just downright treasonous and at times painful. Sending Gwen a message is almost like getting an hour off his duties, light treason be damned. He nods and shifts his weight from the balls of his feet to his heels. “Of course. What shall I tell her?”