#this was great

themoistplinth:

hellenicpoliticiansuggestions:

romansuggestions:

is he…you know [makes motion of sucking a dick] greek?

is he … you know [makes motion of bribing and murdering people for power in an oligarchic and timocratic war state] roman?

things heating up in the classical civilisation fandom

simonemalec:

The Stranger Things 4 Crack Vol 1

Jensen Ackles on Late Night with Seth Meyers (06.08.22)

like-10-bees:

gayghost:

tiktoksithinkarefunny:

This is better than any found footage horror film ever made

I love :

1. How you can hear them all trying not to laugh

2. The shear amount of friends he had to get together to make this

3. The one who goes “you want a cripe sanberry?”

electronicdelusionstarlight:

Ok, so… Hatchetfield.

Hatchetfield is a Beehive.

Like, you know that Tumblr post about how Bees have gained a symbiotic relationship with Beekeepers over the years, about how Bees will, like, offer sacrifices to the Beekepers, give them an offering of Honey, in exchange for their protection and safety? About how this started legends and folklore about Bees and Beekepers over the years, about Beekepers telling the bees about a recently dead Beekeper, comparing it to an Elder God telling humans in its near incomprehensible tongue about the previous elder god having died and been replaced by them?

Yeah…

Hatchetfield is a Beehive. It’s contained, protected, shielded from the outside world by the waters, separated from the dangers and horrors of the world outside, it’s walls built with the wood of the Withcwood, sacrifices to the White Queen by the Hatchetmen, paid for in blood.

She’s the Beekeper, the one tending to the industrious hive, the Spider whose web traps the tastiest, most powerful morsels, turned into walls for her Beehive, an ever concentric cage in which to trap her Bees, safe, secured, protected by the dangers outside the hive…

The Bees who built this hive then worked industriously for their Beekeper, but some Bees have design beyond a simple Bees, some Bees are discontented with their Spider, their White Queen, the Beekeper, Bees who have seen beyond the walls of their Beehive, seen the others who live in the Black and White, so they seek other Beekepers, those who don’t care as much about the Bees, but care far too much about the Honey.

And so the wooden walls of the Beehive are breached clumsily by creatures who do not understand its workings, and to keep them appeased, satisfied with their sacrifices, amused, every year a new Queen Bee is being offered to the Pig for his endless hunger, the Bird and the Goat torturing the Workers for their amusement, like children pulling on a Bee’s wings, as the Squid tries his best to wiggle his way inside the Beehive, no matter how his size would only shatter it, destroy it, ruin it beyond repair, because he finds it amusing, because he was bored…

As from beyond the skies, the Mask looks down at the Beehive in disgust, at the disharmony between its bees, and plots to unify them all under one, singular will, under one, singular hive.

And in all of this, what is the Wasp’s role?

The Yellow Jacket, the Wasp, Alexandra Foster.

Not Hanna, no, Hanna is but another Bee, a Bee who is always working within the web, the hive, the pet of the Spider, the White Queen, to be kept around and protected, if not actually fed and sheltered.

Lex is the Wasp, a predator, a parasite that infiltrates the Hive, that seemingly works for the production of the honey, only apparently seems another cog, another drone within  the Hive, but is actually a disruptive force for the Beekeeper’s plans, to bring within the Hive extraneous forces and ovjects from the Hive, to break its walls, to sting the hand that keeps them, to rouse the Bees from their slavery, so they too can sting the hand that keeps them, whose sting stopped the Squid, the Mask, not Hanna’s sting, hers, her power, her poison.

That’s the actual Yellow Jacket. That’s the force within the hive working to break it from within, whose existence is a danger to the Beekepers who hunt and torture and feed off the bee’s labour and life…

Alexandra Foster is a Wasp.

And one day, once she’s infiltrated the hive once more, she’ll break it from within.

For better and for worse.