"Moments before Robespierre’s death, the executioner noticed that his head would not fit into the guillotine with the bandages applied to his jaw wounds, so he brutally ripped them off; from Robespierre’s ruined throat emerged a ghastly piercing scream, only cut short as the blade fell upon his neck. The status of this last scream is legendary: it gave rise to a whole panoply of interpretations, mostly along the lines of the terrifying inhuman screech of the parasitical evil spirit which signals its impotent protest when it is losing possession of its host human body - as if, at this final moment, Robespierre humanized himself, discarding the persona of revolutionary virtue embodied and emerging as a miserable scared human being."
— Slavoj Zizek, Robespierre: Virtue and Terror (via bunniesandbeheadings)
"Quel est l’homme qui n’a pas eu son Dillon?"

Camille Desmoulins 

let him whose fave isn’t problematic cast the first stone

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la la la i don’t believe in thermidor

the revolution is never over

Remember, citizens, the 220th anniversary of Thermidor is just the 225th anniversary of July 1789…

As usual, montagnarde1793 knows what’s up.


My audience chamber in the Hotel de Salavatte…was the scene of a piece such as the comic authors could have laid claim to. A respectable Parisian from the Marais, the son of an alderman of the corporation of Paris, came to seek my advice as to whether he should leave the capital and go place himself under surveillance at Passy. I told him that his nobility was not that feudal kind which had lost everything to the Revolution, and therefore fell under the suspicion of the legislator. But the bourgeois from the Marais insisted that he was covered by the law. I insisted in turn that he remain in Paris with his family, repeating that his nobility being absolutely modern, was not in the least threatened.

Then the son of the Paris alderman began to lose his temper in front of quite a few people. He raised his voice and said he was as noble as any nobleman in France; that the office of alderman gave recognized, hereditary nobility. I tried to calm him by pretending to recognize the legitimacy of his rather unseasonable aristocratic pride and I offered to requisition him as a noble man of letters authorized to remain in Paris. “No sir,” he returned, “I am not a man of letters! I am the son of an alderman of the corporation of Paris; I am obliged by laws to leave and leave I shall.”

He withdrew in high dudgeon.


 B.  Barère de Vieuzac, Memoirs, ed. H. Carnot and D. d’Angers, vol II. 

The bourgeois who was offended he wasn’t exiled from Paris as a noble. I read things like this and I genuinely find myself wondering if the French Revolution was even real or if it was just an elaborate hoax played on posterity. 

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#can we just stop and appreciate Harry’s face in this scene? #I mean, he’s literally waiting for someone to say something about Hermione’s blood status #she’s the only Muggleborn in the slug club full of purebloods and well known people #and Harry’s there just like “say something I dare you” #and if you look at her face, you can see the actual hesitation and somewhat fear of what will happen next after telling of her parents occupation #Harry truly is acting like Hermione’s big brother, which I absolutely love #i just adore this scene

I love that Neville looks genuinely interested in what hermione’s talking about.

Harry: I wish a motherfucka would talk shit right now
Say something, make my day
Das right

Nevile looks like he’s just made a private mental note in flaming red ink: WHATEVER THE HELL A DENTIST IS, DON’T MESS WITH ONE. 


Including tags because oh my fucking god.


If you don’t like musicals, you should remember that Cosette, Miranda Priestley, James Bond, Leonard’s mom, Dr. Erik Selvig, Howard Stark, Molly Weasley and Mr. Darcy sing Abba songs in Greece.


If you don’t like musicals, you should remember that Cosette, Miranda Priestley, James Bond, Leonard’s mom, Dr. Erik Selvig, Howard Stark, Molly Weasley and Mr. Darcy sing Abba songs in Greece.

"The floor is lava!"
— Everyone, Pompeii, 79 A.D. (via ahkep)



You never know how much they say “Wildcats” in High School Musical til you have to drink everytime they do.

I’m reblogging this not because they say Wildcats a lot but because we’re acting on the assumption that people who are old enough to drink sit around playing drinking games to HSM and that’s beautiful. 

Essie, we are doing this


Can you imagine Harry trying to parent his children and tell them they need to settle down but then James Sirius just pulls out his edition of Harry James Potter: A History and goes, “When you were my age you followed an alleged mass murderer into a tunnel, faced a werewolf and nearly got killed by dementors. I think I can go to The Bent-Winged Snitches concert.” 


Over here in Britain we take Harry Potter very seriously.


"i can’t eat that, i’ll get fat"


"i can’t sleep in late today i have to do work"


"no i can’t watch a whole season in one go that’s lazy"


"i can’t-"


Anonymous asked: Hey, could you recommend me some jily and harry potter stuff blogs?

There are so many amazing blogs to follow! I don’t want to leave any out so i’ll just post some of my favorites:



















That’s all i can think of, I’m positive I’ve left a lot out.