Daniel was not a pussy. There were many many things he would do and had done in his life. Being a Kromer, he was not one to back down from anything. But skydiving? He was terrified.
"What are you afraid of?"
She was mocking him. He could tell it by the way she tried to fight a smile and gave his hand a small little squeeze. “What am I afraid of?” he repeated, looking at her like she was insane. “We-We’re meant to be on the ground! Did God fucking give us wings? No! This is not natural. I am not fucking jumping out of a plane.”
"Don’t be such a scaredy cat."
Daniel was past arguing, putting on the brakes as the guy informed them that they were at the appropriate altitude for jumping. “I can’t. I won’t. Nope. I won’t give you babies. No way, Charlotte. You are not allowed to touch my cowboy or even get my sperm if you make me do this.” As if it wasn’t gay enough that he had a large man strapped to his back, ready to pull the parachute. Charlotte was saying something to him, but as adventurous as the Kromer was, the didn’t think he was going to come out of this alive. “Charlotte Mae Kromer, I’m going to fucking-“
He wasn’t sure if she was giggling at the terrified look on his face after they had landed, or if she was making fun of the fact that he might’ve screamed. Loud.
History Meme: Four Pharaohs [3/4] » Hatshepsut
The oldest daughter of Thutmose, Hatshepsut had everything a great ruler should. When her father died, Hatshepsut married her brother, Thutmose II, and ruled alongside him as his Royal Wife. She was unable to produce a male heir, but one of her brother’s minor wives did, naming him Thutmose III. When Hatshepsut’s husband died, her title became God’s Wife of Amun, and she took over as the Thutmose’s queen regent, since Thutmose III was still a young boy, unable to assume control. Hatshepsut began to act on her stepson’s behalf, making decisions as she waited for the young boy to come of age and take the Kingdom. However, she began to do things only done by the Pharaoh, such as ordering up massive Obelisks and offering sacrifices to the gods. After a few years as regent, Hatshepsut declared herself as the supreme power in the land, placing her stepson as second in command and becoming the first Female Pharaoh in history. Hatshepsut began to depict herself over time as solely a male king. Carved in the depiction of a Pharaoh, with the false beard, headdress, and shendyt kilt, Hatshepsut claimed that even her father, Thutmose I, had wanted her to become Pharaoh after himself. During her reign, she sent out an excavation to the far land of Punt. When they returned, they brought myrrh trees and great treasures back to Egypt. This was a huge success in the eyes of Egypt. Hatshepsut ruled for twenty one years before she died. After her death, Thutmose III, who assumed the throne, tried to methodically wipe out his step-mother as a King from history. Images where she was seen as Queen were left in pristine shape.
All around you are spirits, child. They live in the earth, the water, the sky. If you listen, they will guide you.
Bryan could not help but be amused. He was past the stage of discussion with his soon to be daughter-in-law. Charlotte had a fire to her, and if Bryan had it his way, he’d probably prefer to have Charlotte as a blood-related daughter, and have Daniel be the fool he was letting into the family. She was resilient, tough, and did not back down. She held her own, and the elder Kromer was impressed.
"It started off innocently."
He put his hand up to stop her tirade, taking some pride in the way she shot him a death glare. “I think everything does. Having a child starts off innocently. Love starts off innocently. You think you’re so different than everyone else in the world? You think the apple strays far from the tree? You’ll be lucky if you get very far in this family, Charlotte. It’s not for the easily angered.” Bryan could tell that Charlotte was composed. She was one of a kind, and he wondered what she could’ve possibly seen in his son. “You should watch your own back. Wherever you are. Otherwise a life could be taken from you. Like my son’s. He was taken from me, and Daniel was the one I got as a form of payment. As if that could make up for the loss of a first child. But I did what I could. And I take the failure as a reflection of myself.”
Bryan took a step away from the window, the sight of the waves crashing against the sand doing nothing for him. Not even the peace that came with the ocean could calm this Kromer’s anger and hatred for the world and almost everything in it. He was the loneliest being out there, and Daniel was the only one that could see that and tried to do something about it. His wife had been his world. His family had been his life. After the death of his first baby, a tragic miscarriage at the most, he couldn’t bring himself to care as much as he used to. “But you know all about taking lives, don’t you. Innocent still? As much as you try to be good, I think you’d be surprised at how alike we are.”
"These have been enlightening, Charlotte. Our talks," he turned to glance back at her, smirking a little, "I hope you learn from them as much as I do." With that, the elder Kromer picked up Daniel’s Yankee hat that was sitting on the chair beside the door. Bryan used it to point at Charlotte, opening the door, "I’ll see you later," he placed the hat on his head, leaving the house.
Granodiorite figure of Sekhmet
Sekhmet was the goddess of destruction, she could control the demons that spread deceases throughout Egypt in the summer time. When pacified however, she could keep those demons away. This statue is 1m92cm high and 85cm deep.
Egyptian, New Kingdom, 18th dynasty (1485 - 1425 BC)
Found in the temple of Mut in Karnak.
Source: British Museum
"This stays between us. Got it, sugar?"
The earnest look on Dixie’s face was enough to make Dallas a little sad. He nodded in agreement, hesitantly reaching out to take one of her gloved hands. This issue Dixie had with herself was enough to make Dallas love her even more. She was struggling with this, and, while she thought she was some kind of burden on other people and society, Dallas could only see an almost perfect human being. Everyone was going to have their flaws, and Dallas didn’t think that hers was a completely deal breaker. “‘Course it will. ‘M a real good secret keeper, y’know,” he managed a smile, pulling her hand up to place a kiss against her knuckles, “‘M in love with ya, Dix. I ain’t gonna treat ya any different. Y’just got stuff y’need t’do. Y’ain’t ever treated me no different, like everyone else did. ‘M gonna show ya that ‘m a real good friend ‘n all. Ain’t ever gonna tell no one y’aint want t’know.” He offered her a smile, feeling a little silly. “S’like the secret that I still go ridin’ e’ry now ‘n then. S’just what makes y’different ‘n more special. I ain’t a real good advice giver. But y’live with it ‘n that’s what makes ya stronger than almost e’ryone ‘n the world.”
shhh they are the otp and so beautiful and just brotherly love and GABICHOOOO
The response was automatic, ingrained into his very angelic being. His brother meant the world to him, and for some reason, Gabe couldn’t tell if Jericho completely understood that or not. He put his hands on his brother’s shoulders, squeezing them gently as his blue eyes met Jericho’s. “I love you, little brother. I would do anything for you. Whether you approve of it or not,” he said quietly, marking that as the end of the conversation. Ever since Jericho’s creation, Gabe had tried to make sure he was kept safe. However, once Jericho had fallen, he had lost hope in the fact that he had done good by Jericho. Essentially, he felt like there would always be a resemblance between the two in action and in faith. Spending thousands of years together, and being the one to give Jericho a name, Gabe felt like their bond would exist far beyond heaven and earth.
"I’m doing this for you." And with that, he fell.
"Ah think ah broke it," Gretchen held up the side mirror from the Chevy, inwardly cringing at the thought of Grayson’s reaction. Even before he had said a word, she knew that this would earn her a colorful vocabulary from the Vietnam Vet.
Grayson’s heart wept for his poor house. And when he said house, he meant the blue truck that doubled as a vehicle and a permanent resting spot in the backseat. He took a step forward, taking the side mirror away from the child. “Are y’fuckin’ jokin’ right now?” he went over to the car, rubbing the spot where it had snapped right off, “Y’think y’broke it? Well ain’t that obvious! Way t’fuckin’ go, y’fuckin’ brat,” he snapped, trying to think of how much duct tape he could acquire to tape the mirror back onto the car. He could drive without one but he’d prefer not to, out of risk of being pulled over by cops. Grayson was sincerely amazed at the amount of clumsiness one little teenage girl could have in her. He had heard the snap before seeing it, but it had been obvious that Gretchen had tripped over something and reached for the side mirror to stop her fall. But instead she had taken the entire thing with her into the dirt. “S’fuckin’ amazing.” He shook his head again, but after having been with Gretchen for so long, he didn’t have it in him to not laugh at her. It started out small before he was just busting up, covering his mouth with his hand to try and tone down his smile, “Fuckin’ brat.” He’d deny that there was even an ounce of affection in that sentence.