So after a long tedious month of painting these guys i’m finally done. I’m pretty happy with how they turned out for the most part and I think they’ll look really awesome on the battlefield (hopefully) this is also the last big unit I have to paint for my tomb kings, just got Ushabti with great bows, a screaming skull catapult, and a few skellingtons and characters to go and my tomb kings will be finished! I’m still unsure whether to work on my Dark Eldar or LOTR elves next, i’m thinking the elves since they would be quicker to finish.
They’re arguing like actual children wHY WASNT THIS THE MOVIE??!?
“yOU WISH YOU WERE AS GOOD AS ME”
“SHUT UP AHKMENRAH, EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAS TO BE ABOUT YOU!”
“YOU’RE JEALOUS AND YOUVE BEEN JEALOUS FOR 4000 YEARS. S T O P ALREADY!”
“sTOP? STOP!? You all tried to gET RID OF ME! IM GONNA GET MY REVENGE AND RULE THE WORLD! SHOVE THAT UP YOUR ASS, GOLDEN CHILD!”
“Larry don’t listen to him he’s evil!!1!1!”
Okay but can we talk about how the Stormguards are sworn to protect Himiko with no consideration for themselves? How their oath transcends time and death?
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW LARA IS SAM’S STORMGUARD
[Soulmate AU, anyone? Sam and Lara keep getting reborn and they keep finding each other and Lara keeps being her guard in every lifetime. And Himiko being a vengeful goddess because back in her own time, she fell in love with one of her (still human then) guards. Ancient!Lara gave her life to protect her and Himiko got cursed to spend eternity on Yamatai with all her Stormguards - except the one that mattered. So when the S.S. Endurance crashes and she sees that one of them is her mate - different, but still the same in all the ways that matter - she becomes mad with rage and longing and vows to take Sam’s body for herself and get Lara back.]
Requested by artynerd23! I’d love to be the mother of Cisco’s kid. Damn. I’d take that challenge with great honor. It would be like guarding the tomb of the unknown soldier (I make this analogy for I live in America).
I stared down at the stick between my fingers. Tears spilled over, and I just cried happily on the bathroom floor. Cisco had proposed to me a few nights ago, and let’s just say some ‘activities’ happened after we got home from dinner. But over the past few days, I had been getting sick.
At first, I thought it was just a cold, but I had my suspicions when I consulted Caitlin. She suggested I take a pregnancy test and call her as soon as I got the results. And here I was, holding a small stick with 2 red lines.
I scrambled to stand, instinctively placing my hand across my stomach and reaching for my phone. I pressed Caitlin’s contact, continually crying tears of joy.
“(Y/N)? What’s up? What did the tests say?” Caitlin asked immediately, excitement lacing her words.
“Caitlin,” I started, trying to calm myself.
“I’M CARRYING A MINI RAMON!” I screamed, laughing as I heard Caitlin scream on the other end.
“REALLY! OH MY GOSH! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA NAME THEM? IF IT’S A GIRL, IT BETTER HAVE THE NAME CAITLIN!” She squealed on the other end.
“Alright, you can’t tell Cisco just yet, alright? I don’t know how he’d react.” I said, rubbing my hand across my stomach, a smile gracing my features.
“(Y/N), dear, for as long as I’ve known Cisco, he’s always wanted a kid. Preferably a little girl, so he could raise a new female nerd. But I am positive he will love your child either way.” Caitlin’s words calmed me, and I soon heard the front door open.
“Cait, he’s home. I gotta go.” I whispered, and she whispered back her bye.
“Baby, are you doing okay?” I heard Cisco call from the living room. I opened the bathroom door slowly, tucking the pregnancy test into my pocket, and going out to meet Cisco.
He immediately wrapped his arms around me, placing kisses all over my face. I giggled, leaning away slightly. He purred, pulling my head up and connecting his lips to mine. I kissed back, smiling into the kiss.
I pulled back slightly, contemplating if I should tell him just yet or not.
“Come with my Cisco.” I said, taking his hand in mine, and leading him to the dining room table. I sat him next to me, and worry crossed his features.
“What’s wrong Queen of Mordor?” Cisco joked, trying to see if something was terribly wrong. I giggled, signaling to him, in our own way, that it was nothing life threatening.
“I-I have something to show you.” I whispered, pulling the stick out of my pocket, and handing it to him.
He was confused at first, but as soon as he turned the stick over, he went bug eyed. He looked up at me, than down at the test, then back up at me again. Tears began to fall from his eyes, along with I wide smile gracing his cheeks.
“I’m pregnant Cisco. You’re gonna be a dad.” I laughed out, beginning to cry with him.
He immediately pulled me towards him, sobbing loudly, and putting me into his lap.
“I-I’m gonna be a dad!” He cried into my shoulder, and I hugged him also.
“We’re gonna be parents Cisco.” I cried back, rubbing circles into his shoulder.
“What are we gonna name them?” Cisco asked, pulling his head off my shoulder and wiping his tears.
“I say, if a girl, Caitlin, and if a boy, Bartholomew.” I smiled up at him, curling up more in his lap.
“Perfect.” He whispered, placing his hand on my stomach. I placed my hand atop his, and looked him dead in the eyes.
“I promise I’ll protect our child, and you, from anything any world throws at us. Even if it means I have to advance my powers, I will.” Cisco whispered, placing his forehead against mine.
Undeterred by stormy weather, the Tomb Sentinels of the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) continue to hold vigil over the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Arlington National Cemetery, Va., Oct. 2, 2015.
At Arlington National Cemetery, a snow storm is knocking temperatures down into the single digits (factoring in wind chill) as record snow falls near our nation’s capital. But members of the 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment, also known as “The Old Guard” are staying with the Tomb of the Unknown Solider at Arlington National Cemetery.
(U.S. Army photo by Cpl. Cody W. Torkelson)
Arlington National Cemetery is closed as a blizzard bears down on the Washington, DC, area Friday, but, “The Tomb Guards maintain a constant vigil at the Tomb, and in the most adverse conditions, they are undeterred from their mission,” the 3d U.S. Infantry Regiment ‘Old Guard’ says.
you love him. in your dreams you feel him. memories of sunlight and armour and death you don’t understand, they cling to the backs of your eyes and they haunt you in your every moment. you look at him and sometimes he’s a general bathed in gold from head to toe, cold righteousness and fierce courage painted in the jut of his cheekbones and the set of his jaw. sometimes his blue eyes shine a light on a place too far away from the tips of your fingers. sometimes you think he sees what you see.
whether drenched in molten-gold armour or sunlight from a window, you love him. you are a man made of memories and he is everyone of yours. you are the grass beneath an oak and you cradle his feet as they pad silently away. you are the flowers on a branch and, as you fall, you touch his cheeks in something like an embrace. you are a gravestone and your spirit guards his tomb like it is yours.
sometimes you’re in junior high and he pushes up your glasses while you blush.
sometimes he’s a pianist and his fingers dance on your body like the dance over ivory-ebony keys, and they steal the breath right out of your mouth.
sometimes you’re a painter and it’s the sharpness of his narrowed hips that give you the courage to kiss him, while he whispers finally with his teeth on your neck.
sometimes he tells you he loves you by your kitchen sink, with a kiss on your cheek and a ring on his finger.
sometimes you are bathed in his blood, like some sort of sick penance for bathing him in yours, that time before.
but most of all, worst of all, first of all, he was (is) achilles, aristos achion. and you were (are) patroclus, the one he loved(s).
Memorial Day 2015 - Remembering The Fallen American Men And Women From All Wars
The Tomb Of The Unknowns With Guards
(Left to right) Sgt. Benton Thames, Sgt. Jeff Binek and Spc. William Johnson change the guard at the Tomb of the Unknowns. The ceremony is full of tradition and meaning.
The Tomb of the Unknowns has been perpetually guarded since July 2, 1937, by the U.S. Army. The 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (“The Old Guard”) began guarding the Tomb on April 6, 1948. There is a meticulous routine which the guard follows when watching over the graves. The Tomb Guard:
Marches 21 steps down the black mat behind the Tomb.
After each turn, the Guard executes a sharp “shoulder-arms” movement to place the weapon on the shoulder closest to the visitors to signify that the Guard stands between the Tomb and any possible threat.
Twenty-one was chosen because it symbolizes the highest military honor that can be bestowed—the 21-gun salute.
Each turn the guard makes precise movements and followed by a loud click of the heels as he snaps them together. The guard is changed every half hour during daylight in the summer, and every hour during daylight in the winter and every two hours at night (when the cemetery is closed to the public), regardless of weather conditions.
to become a true bi you must run up the stairs to the ROOM OF THE ANCIENT WARRIORS, select the correct armor and open the door to the SHRINE OF THE SILVER MONKEY. assemble the statue, beware of the temple guards who guard the TOMB OF THE HEADLESS KINGS, and win a trip to space camp.