unsolicited list of favorite quotes from badass historical women
I only need three things to subordinate [a horse]: an iron whip, an iron hammer, and a sharp dagger. I will whip it with the iron whip. If it does not submit, I will hammer its head with the iron hammer. If it still does not submit, I will cut its throat with the dagger. Emperor Taizong praised my bravery. Do you really believe that you are qualified to dirty my dagger? (Wu Zetian)
Fool! Don’t you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you? (Cleopatra)
God forgive you, but I never can. (Elizabeth I)
Courage? I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end? (Marie Antoinette)
For my own part, I adhere to the maxim of antiquity, that the throne is a glorious sepulchre. (Theodora)
I lose. I win. I defend myself when I am attacked. I take when someone has taken from me. (Mata Hari)
In my end is my beginning. (Mary of Scots)
If we just fold our arms and yield to them, I would have no face to see our ancestors after death. If we must perish, why not fight to the death?
The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them.
(Victoria of the United Kingdom)
I am not afraid… I was born to do this.
(Joan of Arc)
I bend my knee to no man. Unless I choose to. (Caterina Sforza)
I choose what I believe, and say nothing. For I am not as simple as I may seem.
(Catherine of Aragon)
If it ever lay in my power, I will work the Cardinal as much displeasure as he has done to me. (Anne Boleyn)
I am not fighting for my kingdom and wealth now. I am fighting as an ordinary person for my lost freedom, my bruised body, and my outraged daughters. (Boudicca)
(feel free to add more!! and please let me know if any of these aren’t legit because some might actually be unsourced)
Don’t worry, Armand. Milady is wrong. You couldn’t possibly be in Hell, not with the heavenly perfection of The Greatest Mustache in the World canceling out any teeny-tiny MORTAL SINS you may have committed with your almost constant vow-breaking; naughty evil thoughts, words, and deeds; and, you know, murdering.
*had less than half an hour this morning to take a look at how season 2 started out*
- aaaargh I’ll miss the Cardinal. So. Much.
- everyone else still shoot like shit, including an assassin who is supposed to be a well-trained military guy but somehow manages to miss his target when he’s just metres away
- whereas Rochefort of course belongs to the I-shoot-like-an-ace club because he’s the chief villain of the season
- what’s with Athos’s bandit outfit loooool. Looks like he lost a bet and was given the worst set of clothes (Aramis, on the other hand, no doubt won the said bet and got to look chic af in that shirt-and-cape combo)
- King Louis’s flamboyant curls get more flamboyant
- Ryan Gage. I really love his performance.
- Athos+Aramis moment. Awww.
- Aramis speaking Spanish. *_* (does the show ever explain why Aramis is so fluent in Spanish?)
“I didn’t know it then, but it
would be the last time I ever visited the attic.” (51)
“Please, Percy…” Luke practically whimpered, fighting just
to beg for death, for release from Kronos’ command of his body.
I moved towards him, his body was broken, but so was mine.
We struggled towards each other, his knife, the cursed blade, in my hand. I
understood then, I was not the hero, only he could end it all, Luke was the
only one who could destroy Kronos. I flipped the blade and held out the handle
for him to take.
His eyes flashed gold to blue his face full of pain, “I can’t
do it, Percy-” Suddenly his eyes turned gold and through the pain he smirked, “You
think you can kill me? I am the lord of Titans, father of the gods, I will not
be killed by some second rate son of Hermes the upstart child of Poseidon!”
Kronos snarled before his eyes changed back to Luke’s blue ones.
Suddenly I realized what Luke meant, he couldn’t kill Kronos,
not when Kronos had become a part of him like that. Rachel was right then I suppose,
I wasn’t the hero, it was Luke. It was him that understood in the end, he was
the one who made the decision to end Kronos’ time in this world. He was the one
to understand that power cancelled out power, he needed me, my power to end his
life and Kronos’ with it.
“Together.” I said to which Luke nodded, confirming my
suspicions. Shaking, he reached down to unlatch his armor just below his left
arm. In those few seconds I found Annabeth and Grover, he had given her some
ambrosia and healed a few of her wounds, as bad as they looked she would be
fine with him, I knew it.
I met Grover’s eyes and gave the slightest nod before
meeting Annabeth’s. I took it all in, her face smeared with soot, the torn
shirt and scuffed sneakers, the worn necklace that held more beads than any
other camper, her princess curls hastily tied into a ponytail, and her eyes. Gods,
her grey eyes that were analyzing everything that was happening they seared a
hole into my heart and gave me the courage to finally tell her, “Goodbye, Wise
Her eyes widened as she realized what I was saying and tried
to lunge forward to stop me. Luckily Grover was quick and grabbed her, holding
I felt a hand grip the handle of the knife and finally faced
Luke. Together we plunged the blade into his side, while his hands fell limp I
held on to make sure the blade stayed in place. Every part of me screamed to
let go, Luke’s body began to burn up and I still held on. Then I felt why I was
needed, Kronos was trying to suck the life from everything around him to heal
the wound and it was working. Gathering my energy I called to the oceans, to my
father willing a connection, I was met with the gust of the ocean wind, a spray
of salt water, the whirling of a riptide, the slowly and steady recession of
the tide on a warm summer’s day. It was all within me and then…it wasn’t. I
pushed it all into Kronos all of my power, my memories, who I was all of it
channeled into the Kronos through the cursed blade of Annabeth Chase.
Around me the air heated up, a light blinded me and then the
world was dark. It wasn’t death though, not yet, I was laying on my back in the
throne room holding onto life. Hair tickled my face just before Annabeth leaned
over, light shining around her. She was crying.
“You’ll live, you’ll live, Percy please.” She cried over my
body knowing that it wouldn’t be.
“Annabeth,” I croaked using the remainder of my strength.
Her eyes snapped to mine, “I love you.”
Her body racked with sobs, but through the tears I heard her
say, “I love you too Percy Jackson.” A figure appeared behind her, “Fate did
not play in your favor, Perseus Jackson, come with me.”
He raised a hand in offering that I took, my soul rose from
my body. I turned to see Annabeth cry out clutching my body Grover opposite
her, looking on with tears streaming down his face. The palace doors burst open
and the gods thundered in, Poseidon leading them.
“My son! Where is my son, I felt-” Poseidon faltered as he
took in the scene in front of him. How it must’ve looked, Luke’s body surrounded
by a charred circle, Kronos’ scythe nearby and my own body with Annabeth and
Grover hunched over it. “No.” he whispered before shrinking himself to stroke
my face, now cold with death.
“We need a shrine, the son of Poseidon is dead.” Grover
choked out, to the gods and their children clustered at the door. It was the
last thing I saw as the world faded to the darkness of the underworld.
That night a blue flag appeared above the Empire State
Building, raised to half-mast.
so I was re-reading The Last Olympian and there’s the line at the top and I got so mad because it was super ambiguous. I had to text @teamperseus and just rant, but then I thought what if Percy was the hero? What if he had to die in some way to fulfill the prophecy? Anyways that’s the story, just a typical night of Percy dying I guess.
I’m starting to whistle and sing more instead of just making regular cockatiel calls.
So far, I’ve shown that I already know how to:
- Wolf whistle.
- Whistle a few little tunes that my keeper can’t place. They’re short tunes and I don’t whistle them repeatedly, usually I just do it once then move on to another sound.
- Mimic robins and blue jays–he doesn’t like the blue jay mimic much though.
- Mimic male cardinal mating calls.
I also learned to mimic the quaker, Gus’ loud call, but my voice isn’t as low, loud, or gravely as Gus’ voice, so my keeper knows that it’s me doing it and not Gus.
That’s only fair though, because Gus knows a lot of cockatiel sounds (including the male mating call, which I am very much not interested in responding to. I just kind of look at him funny when he does that.) and can do them in a cockatiel’s voice, so when we both start going sometimes my keeper can’t tell which bird is making which noise!
*fangirling because I die over your sims everyday and now you’re in my inbox and I can’t contain my excitement*
25) Do they consider any of their friends to be like siblings? Hmm, she definitely see’s Jeon as a big brother. And her (only) female friend ‘Mara - she also see’s as like a big sister.
36) What is/was their school like? She was home-schooled from a young age so she didn’t have much of a school life but rather just a ‘home life’ which… was rather bad. She got a lot of school/high school experiences though from hanging out with her brother (Lucian) and his friends though, but that in all wasn’t too good either.