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One of the most powerful moments I experienced as an ancient history student was when I was teaching cuneiform to visitors at a fair. A father and his two little children came up to the table where I was working. I recognised them from an interfaith ceremony I’d attended several months before: the father had said a prayer for his homeland, Syria, and for his hometown, Aleppo.

All three of them were soft-spoken, kind and curious. I taught the little girl how to press wedges into the clay, and I taught the little boy that his name meant “sun” and that there was an ancient Mesopotamian God with the same name. I told them they were about the same age as scribes were when they started their training. As they worked, their father said to them gently: “See, this is how your ancestors used to write.”

And I thought of how the Ancient City of Aleppo is almost entirely destroyed now, and how the Citadel was shelled and used as a military base, and how Palmyran temples were blown up and such a wealth of culture and history has been lost forever. And there I was with these children, two small pieces of the future of a broken country, and I was teaching them cuneiform. They were smiling and chatting to each other about Mesopotamia and “can you imagine, our great-great-great-grandparents used to write like this four thousand years ago!” For them and their father, it was more than a fun weekend activity. It was a way of connecting, despite everything and thousands of kilometres away from home, with their own history.

This moment showed me, in a concrete way, why ancient studies matter. They may not seem important now, not to many people at least. But history represents so much of our cultural identity: it teaches us where we come from, explains who we are, and guides us as we go forward. Lose it, and we lose a part of ourselves. As historians, our role is to preserve this knowledge as best we can and pass it on to future generations who will need it. I helped pass it on to two little Syrian children that day. They learnt that their country isn’t just blood and bombs, it’s also scribes and powerful kings and Sun-Gods and stories about immortality and tablets that make your hands sticky. And that matters.

Thank you for tagging me @soplantyourownflowers  :>

Favorite color: All shades of green bc they are all wonderful!!

Last song I listened to: Acının İlacı - Adamlar

Favorite musicians: Mitski, Wallows, Pinhani, Adamlar, Yüzyüzeyken Konuşuruz 

Last film I watched: The Prestige

Last TV show I watched: Last one that I completed for the first time was Crashing, but I’m rewatching Rick and Morty and Breaking Bad

Favorite original characters: Kvothe (The Kingkiller Chronicle), Lelouch vi Britannia (Code Geass), Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender), Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars)

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweetsweetsweetsweetsweet

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Ugh I love all of them but I think I have a particularly obvious addiction to sparkling water

Pets: Unfortunately no :{ but I hope to have many someday (esp cats and dogs)

Tagging: @divergent-llamas-03, @thatfunkyopossum, @gone-to-the-galaxy  if you guys feel like it! c:   

8 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by: @blacksquadron-rougetwo, thank you! ❤

Favorite colours: Twilight blue (like the colour of the sky once the sun has set but it’s not quite black), dark green, grey

Last Song I Listened To: It’s Never Over (Hey Orpheus) by Arcade Fire

Favorite Musicians: Lorde, Hozier, Glass Animals, Florence + The Machine

Last Film I Watched: Ratatouille

Last TV Show I Watched: The Mandalorian

Favorite Original Character: Listen, I don’t talk about books on this blog but I adore Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle series

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: Spicy (but not so spicy that I can’t enjoy the food) or sweet things in moderation

Sparkling Water, Tea, or Coffee:  I can have anywhere between 3-6 cups of tea a day so…

Pets:  None, though I’d love a black cat or a big dog like a husky

Tagging (no pressure though!):@oloreaa, @unstoppableforcce, @tintinwrites, @starryeyedstories, @hdlynn, @damnyoudameron, @spider-starry, @perropascal

Tropes You can Pry from My Cold, Dead Hands:

Royalty/Bodyguard OTP dynamic

Tough, stoic character who is soft for one(1) person

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

“My job is to protect you!” “Well I’m gonna do the dangerous thing anyway because it’s the right thing to do. If you wanna protect me, you’ll just have to come with me.”

The Power of Friendship

Friend groups that have both a Mom Friend and a Dad Friend (even better if the two are dating/pining)

Characters that are total badasses, but also crack jokes and snark the whole fight

Self-rescuing damsels in distress

When the tough loner character that got hurt protecting the other characters pretends not to be injured

The other characters realizing the tough loner character got hurt protecting them, immediately shouting “You’re hurt!” and rushing to help them

True Love

The super nice/peaceful character that can also whoop your ass

When the super nice/peaceful character utterly DESTROYS the bad guy that hurt/scared their friends

That moment right after the Hero’s Self-Doubt Moment, when they look up at the villain, the music changes, and you KNOW the bad guy is about to get wrecked

The heroes all sitting down for a meal together, talking and laughing and being a family

Found Gamily Dynamics

When a villain is doing their villain song and they grab the hero and maneuver them through a dance

When the tomboy and the girly girl are actually besties

Awkward love confessions

OTPs being domestic

When the stoic loner character is playing with a bunch of kids, and the character that didn’t like them very much is watching from afar with a smile as they realize they’re not so bad after all

When to characters accidentally get married to each other

When an OTP accidentally confesses their love in the middle of an argument

The character that’s basically the team’s adopted mother/grandmother, and every member of the team will JACK YOU UP if you do much as talk bad about her

When two characters who are pining for each other end up dancing together at a party, and the UST is so thick you could cut it with a knife

The sunshiny optimist character who’s best friend is the grim and cynical character

The grim and cynical character who would die for the sunshiny optimist

When two characters have gotten really close together as they argued and keep glancing to the other character’s mouth because they realized how close they are and really want to kiss them

When a character is desperate to talk to their crush, but has no idea what to actually SAY once they’re together

When the emotionally constipated character waxes poetic about their crush in their head/to their friends, but can only manage to say things like “What’s up asshole” to their crush in person

When the tough stoic character just MELTS when looking at their lover/best friend

Villains who treat their subordinates like friends

When a character who’s jilted lovers and been selfish in the past goes full ride-or-die for the hero they’ve fallen in love with

some underrated screencaps of ahsoka and darth maul

(i say underrated cuz there r a ton of rly popular screencaps of these 2)

1) photos taken seconds before near-dismemberment (as if maul hasnt already lost enough limbs)

2) “I sense a presence… a presence i havent felt since– goddamnit maul! quit following me around!”

3) queen ahsoka makes maul her bitch

4) this just. looks super cool

5) “I got my eye on you. Dont try anything”

6) she does this thing where she uses her opponent as a step ladder. anakin wud b so proud

7) HOW FUCKING STRONG IS THIS GIRL??? even maul looks shocked

A dumb comic about Grievous’ collection~

I don’t know what it is about Star Wars but even if it’s not your biggest fandom, it still has the funniest memes by a long shot I mean “look at all the fucks i give anakin” and “your poncho is a piece of junk” and anakin hates sand it’s all just 1000% pure class

tfw you’re explaining metal gear background to someone and you’re four hours in when you get to solid snake

Animation is my passion.

saw this on twitter everyone needs to know

Liquid: I'm sorry. Are you asking me to make the classic villain mistake of explaining my dastardly plot to you? You know what? I'd love to.

Let’s go to work

ultimately, there was nothing i didn’t love about tpp. fight me

Hence why Toph Beifong is my favorite badass character ever. Followed by Zuko of course. 😝

The dumbest smart guys

bonus:

well-meaning and nurturing, but angory medics

(x).

There's something about that last scene that I don't really know how to put into words

For me, Anakin and Vader are and always have been two entirely separate characters that I just can't merge together. When I watch the OT, I don't see Anakin. I'm not reminded of the young chosen one from the PT or TCW. When I watch TCW, I see nothing of the empire's most brutal enforcer. Once Anakin puts on that helmet, he just ceases to be Anakin

But that last scene. I don't know what it was, but for the first time, I saw Anakin in that suit. That wasn't some separate character that landed at the crash site. That was very clearly Anakin picking up the lightsaber of his friend and apprentice that he never got to say goodbye to. That was Anakin looking up at the sky and toiling over his many mistakes. That was Anakin that sheathed her saber and turned away from the faces of Ahsoka and the Clones staring at him, reminding him of what he'd done.

He might've been wearing a mask and long flowing cape, but that was Anakin, clear as day. That was the hero whose adventures we've been watching for over a decade, and so much pain and anguish was captured in just a few minutes with no dialogue whatsoever

Tell them how far back we go, Kenobi! 

Too far, I’m afraid.

And here I thought we were friends.

galactic dick jokes pt. 2

*Geonosian potheads don't attack*

Anakin: How did you know they wouldn't attack us?

Obi-Wan: Because I make observations while you think with your lightsaber.

Geonosian hive mind: *synchronized dab*

Geonosian queen: Oof

Cody: *chuckles*

Fives on another planet: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

https://twitter.com/JoonasSuotamo/status/1251517853876080641?s=09

rex comes to stand next to ahsoka in front of the lines of helmets held up on spikes. regards each and every one, variation in their design amidst the ranks. he can recognize each unique scratch above visors or on scalps, see those whose coat of paint was new and spruce and those whose coat of paint was worn and flaking. he can see those who were painted a beautiful shade of sunset orange, white markings of diamonds and lines on their foreheads. he can see those who do not hold any shade of paint at all, the ivory of shinies inducted into the 332nd kept clean save for the ashes atop their plastoid. he can see those with the same shade of blue they’ve always had, forming triangles down the center of their buckets, of unique designs pertaining to the brothers he had known long ago.

his eyes drift towards the clone helmet at the center front, held up on a spike for all to see. the visor outlined by a shade of blue, the republic cog he was so famously known for painted in a gray that flakes off the edge. old, belonging to one of a vet, of one who had led the charge back on saleucami when he could not, of one who took the opportunity to do what was right and risk his life flying those umbaran fighters up to the mothership above. jesse. arc trooper jesse. gone.

( he had died in rex’s arms just hours before. had died once the ship collapsed upon the ground, crawling out of the remains in an attempt to seek vengeance once more. lodged into his stomach was a piece of durasteel. he collapsed three steps in.

rex had cradled him in his arms, sobbing pitifully as he held his brother with trembling hands, clutching to him so tight it could’ve made the pain worse. but it wouldn’t be much of a difference — jesse was dying. rex had reached over, slipped jesse’s bucket from over his head, coming face to face with the trooper he had loved like his own flesh and blood. pain contorting his face, mouth pulled into a grit of teeth, tears falling down his cheek as he gasps for air. smothered in nothing but grime and blood. 

jesse attempts to reach for his blaster, still overtaken by the chip, but rex throws it away before he has the chance. then jesse grabs at his neck, attempting to strangle him. rex latches onto it before he makes it to his throat. he grips it. tight. tight enough to break it, and his vod’ika trembles even harder. he’s shaking. crying harder.

“traitor,” jesse had whispered to him. the words are rancid, spiteful, but the look in his eyes was of nothing but pain. one that rex recognized before. it was the look he had when hardcase died, it was the look he had when kix vanished, it was the look he had after maul breached his mind and subjected him to unspeakable torture. but… it was also a look of love. a brotherly love, one that has rex’s heart-wrenching at the sight. jesse was still in there.

and in the next moment, he’s gone. )

rex stands before the lines of the troopers he’s been with for the last couple of days, or weeks, or years. stands before their burials, lined up just in the formation he had them stand in a few hours before. even in death they were just soldiers. mindless, dead soldiers.

he should have listened to fives. he should have come back for echo. he should have fought harder for dogma to be freed, listened to slick despite what he had done. he should have tried to search for kix after he disappeared, he should have kept tup with him when he had the chance, he should have said goodbye to cody before he left for mandalore. he should have saved jesse. he should have saved wolffe, or bly, or anyone. he should have saved them. instead, he stands in a sea of dead brothers, wearing the armor of a commander that he is no longer fit to be.

“rex?” ahsoka calls out to him softly, her gray robe flowing around her like the wings of a sprite, montrals sticking up from under her hood. 

it’s upon her words that rex realizes the streaks of tears that have begun to cascade down his cheek, flowing down and down until it reaches his chestplate and the dusty ground below. it’s upon her words that rex finally breaks, falling to his knees and releasing a sob from deep within his chest, the grief and anger and frustration and hopelessness finally setting in and washing over like a tidal wave. ahsoka is at his side immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder pauldron, letting him sob into her embrace. rex clutches onto her robe so tight he’s afraid to let go.

and rex cries. he just cries. for how long, he doesn’t know. for what reasons, he doesn’t know. but every time he looks up again, and sees jesse’s helmet up on that stake, the tears start up again. and he cries. because that’s all he can do.

Rex calling Ahsoka kid is everything.

 i cry

this just in: if aang’s flying bison and lemur would ever speak, they would have captain rex’s voice

Unreleased footage of the Jedi Temple during Order 66

galactic dick jokes pt. 1

Fives: Sir..? *giggling*

Anakin: Yes Fives?

Fives: Are those scopes... Jedi issue?

Rex: *chuckles*

Droids: *synchronized facepalm*

Anakin: Oh my god Fives.

“Act first, think later” squad

they are not sorry at all.

twilight of the republic “This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it.”