Agent Honey At Your Service

she wasn’t a queen. she was a pharaoh and wanted to be referred to as such. she even had her statues modeled after the male pharaoh’s statues to state her dominance and authority. she was actually one of the most successful pharaohs in all of ancient egyptian history and she reigned longer than any other woman in power in egypt.

damn no wonder she died and smiled for a trillion years afterwards

My best friend throwing down some herstory. A+ commentary

She wore a fake beard, you guys. She was the fucking boss.

If we remember her now does that save her from an awful afterlife?

Then she punches Tuthmosis III straight in the dick.

Fitz took it and started unwrapping it, pinky finger of his right hand sticking out as if it weren’t getting the signal to close, but after a little bit of a struggle, he got it.  ”I’s no’ so much upside-down as inside-ou’.”

"Yeah, and no one wants to be inside out." she popped another candy in her mouth, before pointing, "So you're an engineer, yeah? Can you tell me, we're able to make all this amazing stuff, yet the light in my bunk still flickers."

"I’s really good, an’ you’ll never think of mashed pota’oes the same way," he promised.  "Or sunburns."  He nodded and bit his lip a little, thinkng about whether he could accept that.  "Yeah.  Mkay, yeah.  We should do tha’.  Do somethin’ other than medical scans an’ stuff."

"Yeah," she slid a candy across the table to him, "just because things have gone upside down, doesn't mean we should too. We can still do fun things."

I thought this was a latte.

it is a catte.

"I’ve never heard of i’," Fitz admitted with a nonchalant shrug.  Then again, outdoorsy films weren’t exactly his forté; he was more a Spielberg sort of man.  Speaking of which… "Have you ever seen Close Encounters of the Third Kind?"

"No, I can't say I have," she flicked her wrist a candy hovering over towards her, which she promptly unwrapped, "We should do a trade. You watch Camp Takota with me, I watch cose encounters with you."