@lobertttt_wwww: “The Death of Julius Caesar — a Neoclassical masterpiece by Vincenzo Camuccini depicting Caesar’s assassination on the Ides of March, 44 BC.” The painting depicts the assassination of Julius Caesar on the Ides of March, 44 BC. Caesar is surrounded by Roman senators who have joined the conspiracy against him. The scene captures the dramatic moment of his final confrontation with the conspirators, led by Gaius Cassius Longinus and Marcus Junius Brutus. The work is a major example of Neoclassical history painting. #juliuscaesar #caesar #romanempire #History #fyp

musashi :

The problem is people will never understand what it’s like to be so powerful that everyone around you is the equivalent to ants. Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, and myself are often misjudged because of this.

M :

no way brutus you betrayed your hb

BenLiebert.007 :

Brutus

@5starr Tj :

You know The problem is people will never understand what it’s like to be so powerful that everyone around you is the equivalent to ants. Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, and myself are often misjudged because of this.

☭ Y￶ ☭ :

look up

troll ac :

Died when he saw Brutus not from the stabs

ijohnn1 👻 :

aint doing this to my hbs 👀👀👀

Y🧛D :

How life’s going rn

กีต้าร์ผู้ฆ่าหมีด้วยมือเปล่า :

More painful than those stabs

Abdul 🇧🇸 :

how it feels when my hb clowns me:

👍👍 :

the true heir

RJayMack0808 :

Pompey would’ve stopped them 😢

Mah_lockwood :

[dont cry]

Tuff :

The trouble with loyalty to the cause is that the cause will always betray u-lockdown

Giovanni :

literally me at work

Merlinok :

Saz :

Juba woul've never done that

NIX :

Titi :

a man downtown :

et tu, brutus?

Edohetom :

Brutus:

ǝᴉp :

Callidus :

And me fn

brn :

De pronto apareció Bowen Marsh frente a él, con las mejillas llenas de lágrimas. —Por la Guardia. —Apuñaló a Jon en el vientre. Cuando retiró la mano, dejó el arma clavada. Jon cayó de rodillas. A tientas, agarró el puñal y se lo arrancó. La herida despedía humo blanco en el frío aire nocturno,. —Fantasma —susurró. El dolor lo invadió. «Hay que clavarla por el extremo puntiagudo.» Cuando el tercer puñal se le hundió entre los omoplatos, dejó es-capar un gruñido y cayó de bruces en la nieve. No llegó a sentir el cuarto. Solo el frío…

sushi :