oh my god they’re doing a new adaptation of lady chatterly’s lover with holliday grainger and richard madden i am EXCI T E D
Natalie Dormer attends the Christian Dior fashion show, September 26th, 2014.
The myth of Aeneas, Greek in origin, had to be reconciled with the Italian myth of Romulus and Remus, who taken as historical figures would have been born around 771 BC. They were purported to be sons of Rhea Silvia and Mars, the god of war. Because of a prophecy that they would overthrow their great-uncle Amulius, who had overthrown Silvia’s father Numitor, they were, in the manner of many mythological heroes, abandoned at birth; in this case, on the Tiber River by servants who took pity on the infants, despite their orders. The twins were nurtured by a she-wolf until a shepherd named Faustulus found and took Romulus and Remus as his sons. Faustulus and his wife, Acca Larentia, raised the children. When Remus and Romulus became adults, they killed Amulius and restored Numitor. They decided to establish a city; however, they quarreled, and Romulus killed his brother. Thus Rome began with a fratricide, a story that was later taken to represent the city’s history of internecine political strife and bloodshed. Romulus was Rome’s first king and the city’s founder. In 753 BC, Romulus began building the city upon the Palatine Hill. After founding and naming (as the story goes) Rome, he permitted men of all classes to come to Rome as citizens, including slaves and freemen without distinction. After his death at the age of 54, Romulus was deified as the war god Quirinus and served not only as one of the three major gods of Rome but also as the deified likeness of the city of Rome. He reigned for 36 years.
The Roman Empire was the post-Republican period of the ancient Roman civilization, characterized by a government headed by an Emperor, and large territorial holdings around the Mediterranean Sea in Europe, Africa, and Asia. The 500 year old republic which preceded it was severely destabilized in a series of civil wars and political conflict, during which Julius Caesar was appointed as perpetual dictator and then assassinated in 44 BC. Conflict and civil unrest continued, eventually culminating in the victory of Octavian, Caesar’s adopted son, over Mark Antony and Cleopatra at the Battle of Actium in 31 BC. Octavian’s power was now unassailable and in 27 BC the Roman Senate formally granted him overarching power and the new title Augustus, effectively marking the end of the Roman Republic. The imperial successor to the Republic endured for some 500 years. The first two centuries of the Empire’s existence were a period of unprecedented political stability and prosperity known as the Pax Romana, or “Roman Peace”. Following Octavian’s victory, the size of the Empire was dramatically increased. [x] [x] [x]
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are (…)
How do we know what’s right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: “Be yourself.” “Follow your heart.” Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—?
The fandom in a nutshell
tumblr has educated me on so many things and i can’t go on for a whole 5 minutes in real life without wanting to start a fight with someone
fight club or
THIS. IS. THE. GREATEST. EVER.
WATCH THIS: Jamie Parker does the St. Crispins Day speech from Henry the V.
I got to see this production a couple years ago, with one crucial difference - it was raining that night, pissing wet London weather pouring down on the real groundlings, standing in front of the stage for 3 hours, wearing slickers (I had splurged for slightly better seats, I’m nobody’s idea of a hero). When Parker came down to do that last chunk (“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers / for he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile*”) he did so at the lip of the stage, uncovered … getting soaked in the rain with all the groundlings. At the risk of sounding just too corny for you to keep reading, it was why we go to the theater at all. Dig in. And Happy Birthday Shakespeare.
*I’ve probably got a couple words wrong, but before you yell at me, I did it from memory.