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Walking The Halls Of The Imperial Palace

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Two thousand and fifty three years ago today, August 1st, in 30 B.C., Marc Antony committed suicide by falling on his own sword. He had suffered serious desertions among his troops the day before during the Battle of Alexandria, and, despite an early victory, the desertions proved too much and he was ultimately defeated. After returning to Alexandria, he received false information that his wife, Cleopatra VII, had already taken her own life.

After the grief stricken man had already stabbed himself he was told she wasn’t really dead, and he was taken to her where she was in hiding with her ladies in her mausoleum. The doors had been barred against intruders and the dying man had to be hauled up to her through an open window. He survived for only a few minutes after he reached her, and died in Cleopatra’s arms.

Cleopatra herself would take her own life eleven days later, and her three children with Antony taken to Rome to be raised by his third wife, Octavia Minor. With Cleopatra’s death, and the subsequent murder of her eldest son, Caesarion, Egypt became a Roman Province.

Not gay as in "happy" but queer as in "fuck you, the people I love will eat well". Not gay as in "happy" but queer as in "so long as I can cook for others it'll all end up okay". But queer as in "are you hungry?". Queer as in "Did you eat today?". Queer as in "Here's one of my favorite recipes I've made", queer as in "I cook too big for just myself", queer as in "Come on upstairs with a bowl", queer as in "Are you allergic to anything?", queer as in "It's okay, it's gonna be okay, here, eat this chocolate", queer as in "I love you, I hope we both eat well", queer as in "I love you and therefore I must hate what wants you to starve", queer as in "the metronome of sharing orange slices", queer as in "take this, all of you, and eat of it", queer as in food and love and rage at everything and everyone which would see us miserable and unable to have enough to share with others. Not gay as in "happy", but queer as in "I can't let others go hungry".

Don't even bother talking to me until I've returned to my cabin after a grueling morning of labor and stumbled upon my foul, lazy son asleep on his back in the flat sand of a cool riverbank at noon instead of mending the fence as I've asked, which has now let the goats and fowl, our only food, roam away, and shoved the tip of my shovel still refreshingly cold from the hole 6 feet deep I've just finished digging in our barren field down into his exposed neck, awakening him suddenly, the point of impact now firm in the packed sand, pinning him as he opens his eyes to see my face, his own filling with panic at the feeling of such pain and inability to breathe, and inability to do anything to me now but kick uselessly, inability to do anything to my shovel now but grasp weakly at its now wet collar and touch at its spade buried inches into his throat in an attempt to dig it out of himself. And then jumping on the shovel

Some kind of bestial Saxon or Celt, tattooed with all manner of unholy beasts and demonic runes, who has never washed his beard nor heard a word of holy scripture, is telling me to move my Yaris out of the disabled parking spot

Really need the lesser-order catholic priests that are always ordering shit like "the blood of a maiden's menarche" @ the Chipotle on Grand to know that, no, you're not "radical" for subverting the Vatican's authority, consorting with devils, imbibing strange drugs, and lying with man, woman, and beast in forbidden rites, when you literally don't even have the class consciousness to fucking tip your burrito artist. Especially if you are going to make me go all the way into the walk-in to get tears from the firstborn daughter of a whore. Tf

hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she's done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We're not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you're at it. i love the sun

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farmgf

(gripping bathroom sink) we are all going forward none of us are going back we are all going forward none of us are going back we are all going forward none of us are going back we are all going forward none of us are going back we are all going forward none of us are g

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luwupercal

i might make greater 40k punchability brackets later. for now please enjoy this

Looking at the tags, what did Corcus Corax ever do to yall? (reply by @hyaskus)

be a spineless sellout

also be anti psyker n all that but I'm concerned with him being annoying

Crying at this line in the wikipedia article for Marcus Junius Brutus