#lionel johnson

[victusinveritas]

Since a bunch of chuds are trying to claim Warhammer 40k for themselves, it's time I remind everyone that Lion el'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels, is based on Lionel Johnson, a queer Celtic poet whose masterpiece was an extremely gay poem titled Dark Angel. (originally from Robert Evans)

#robert evans #lionel johnson #poetry #queer poetry #wh40k #warhammer 40k

[riku-izanami]

Thanksgiving in the grim Dark future

November 15, year XXXX, 

Beacon Academy:

Time: 1130 hrs

Nora: *humming a happy tune while leading a tall figure towards beacon* 

???: *groaning*

Nora: *turning around* Are you feeling okay, aunt Kanna?

Said figure, now revealed to be Kassandra Curze, Primarch of the traitor legion the night lords,  looked down at her niece/surrogate daughter.

Kassandra: It’s the sun; I’m not very fond of it, seeing as how I grew up in the dark recesses of nostramo’s hive cities. Even my current attire isn’t helping well. 

(think of lady D’s outfit but more gothic)

Nora: I see…..So We’ll Just *dramatic pose* BLOW UP THE SUN!

Kassandra: *blinking owlishly before laughing* Nora, sweetie, we cannot destroy the sun. Otherwise, life on this planet and others could cease.

Nora: Well, tell’em to get a lot of light bulbs cause….....hey, what’s that noise?

A faint humming can be heard across the landing pad, and it only grew louder as something approached. Many looked up expecting another bullhead but were surprised to see a massive ship flying over. While the masses watched in awe, Kassandra's eyes widened as she recognized it as an Astartes dropship and the color scheme of a particular legion.

Kassandra: *muttering* The Raven Guard…..

Nora: who?

Kassandra: *not looking away from the dropship* Nora…….. find Elena.

Nora: *confused* what? Why?

Kassandra didn’t get to answer as the Raven Guard dropship began releasing its passengers.

Location: JNPR Dorm;

Time:1150 hrs

Pyrrha: *packing* It was nice of your mother to invite our families and us for Thanksgiving

Jaune: Well, it is the first time I have actual friends over & not some d-bags who wanted to get closer to my sisters. Plus, I think she’s doing this to find me a potential wife.

Ren: Well, no matter the reason, Nora and I will be thrilled to celebrate with you. 

Jaune: speaking of which, wasn’t Nora supposed to bring her aunt Kanna?

On cue, Nora burst through the door, her clothes looked a bit ruffed, and she breathed heavily. 

Pyrrha: oh, Nora! where’s ……

Instead of answering, she immediately rushed to her bed, throwing random things around til she found magnhild. 

Ren: *concerned* Nora, what are…

He never got his answer since she ran back out, leaving her friends puzzled & seriously concerned.

Jaune: what was that about?

Ren: I don’t know. I’ve never seen her like this before. Well, except when some proclaimed waffles were better than pancakes.

Just then, the trio heard screams and what sounded like gunfire. However, it sounded heavier than a regular or huntsman-made firearm.

Ren: Is that?!

Jaune: Bolter fire *turning to Pyrrha* Pyrrha, find my mom. She was with emerald last I remember! Ren, with me, we must try to minimize the damage. 

Pyrrha nodded and rushed off to find Elena, while Jaune & Ren grabbed their weapons, running towards the attack, hoping to prevent any casualties.

Ren: WHat doing think is going on?!

Jaune: No idea, but somehow Nora is involved

Location: Beacon Courtyard

Time: 1215hr

???: IS THIS IT?! IS THIS ALL THE FEARED DARK QUEEN HAD TO OFFER!?

Kassandra, now bloody and beaten from her nephew's attack, hung her head look as she lay helpless on the ground. She came without weapons or her armor, the students fled when the space marines began firing on her, and it seems the staff is unaware of her current situation. 

???: LOOK AT ME, TRAITOR! LOOK UPON YOU, EXECUTIONER!

Kassandra:........

???:.......KAVYAAN

One of the more prominent Space marines, now known as Kayvaan Shrike, chapter master of the raven guard, steps forward. He motions to another then they both grab Kassandra's arms, lifting her so the voice can see her better.

???: LOOK AT ME, Curze!

Kayvaan Shrike: Our primarch speaks to you, traitor! 

Kassandra weakly lifts her head. The voice belongs to none other than Corina Corvax, primarch of the Raven Guard.

Corina: the imperium was made to believe you perished, but here you stand on this world. Tell me, how did you escape your judgment? How many have you slaughtered for your dark gods? 

Kassandra:.......c…c….corina….

Corina: So you finally speak. 

Kassandra: C….Corina…listen to me. I’ve changed. I no longer crave slaughter and have no contact with my legion. I found peace here. I just wish to be 

Before she could finish, Corina punched her gut, causing her to vomit blood onto the ground. Then Kayvaan grabbed her head, forcing her to look at Corina again.

Corina: *disgusted* I have no time for your excuses, sister. Your judgment awaits.

Corina raised her power claw, Ready to strike the finishing blow to her sister.

Corina: *softly* May the Emperor’s peace be with you,

Nora: *flying towards Corina, full of rage, magnhild raised high above her head* GET AWAY FROM HER!

Magnhild connected with the force of a goliath on Corina. She successfully knocked her back a few feet, surprising the Primarch and her Space Marines. 

Raven Guard: How?! No mere mortal can do that to a Primarch!

Kassandra: *looking up*N…Nora?!

Nora: *turning to the RG holding her surrogate mother. Already charging at them, hammer raised* GET……OFF……MY…….MOTHER 

Kayvaan quickly dropped Kassandra’s right arm as he went to counter Nora. Activating his power claws, he was surprised when he couldn’t slice through the hammer but promptly followed up with a knee to her more petite body, knocking the breath from her body, shattering a few of her ribs, and forcing blood to erupt from her mouth.

Kassandra: Nora!!!

Kayvaan: Hmph, as I suspected. *he picked magnhild up, giving it a light inspection, before bending the handle, tossing it away* Nothing but a child. Though your strength is comparable to a Space marine’s, you are untrained and cannot fully use it. That is good, seeing as how you consider this…heretic your mother. For this world to survive, I must purge you. I am genuinely sorry, child.

Kassandra’s eyes widen at the chapter master’s statement. She didn’t want to believe what she had heard, but she knew it was possible.

Kassandra: C….C…..CORINA, YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!

Corina: *staggering up in thought* “How is this child so strong? Her strength is comparable to a primarchs! If Kassandra is involved….then. This might be the only way*........

Kassandra watched her sister remain silent as the chapter raised his power claw. As time slowed to a crawl, her curse of visions returned. What she saw horrified her.

Nora lay dead at her feet, Elena And Corina battling over the smothering remains of beacon academy. Daemon spawn ran rampant as people screamed in terror. Then she saw herself sitting on a throne of corpses, and a smiling scorpion was draped over her shoulder as a baby’s cry could be heard. The final vision was of remnant burning from imperial bombardments with the dark gods laughing.

Mustering all her remaining strength, she tore herself free from the RG holding. Crawling her way to Nora as fast as she could before Kavyaan could strike. She cradled the heaving Nora against her, begging with all she had left.

Kassandra: LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE, PLEASE! KILL ME IF YOU MUST, JUST SPARE HER, PLEASE…..Please….spare my daughter……

The loyalist stood in shock, especially Corina. The night haunter, protecting a child like a newborn. The idea was unheard of during the great crusade and solidified during the horus heresy. Seeing it now made them question themselves.

Kavyaan: *looking towards Corina* My Lady?

Corina said nothing as she approached her weeping sister. Part of her wants to believe that this is all a farse and that she'll attack once they lower their guard. But seeing her in a vulnerable state and finally seeing her attire,  perhaps she miss judged her. Maybe curze, no Kassandra had truly changed heer was. Was this girl the cause? 

Whatever the reasoning, it still didn’t matter. Kassandra was active in the drop site massacre, the torture of vesta, the slaughter of countless innocents and more. There is no redemption for traitors, only the emperor’s peace.

Corina moved to strike Kassandra down until a sizeable green gauntlet grabbed her shoulder.

???: Enough, Cori

Kassandra lifted her head towards the voice, eyes widening at her savior. Her skinned dark with fiery red eyes, her hair a shade of cyan that seemed to flicker like fire.

 Vesta, primarch of the salamanders and mother of emerald sustari, held Corina back, her gaze directed at her. Behind her stood a small squad of salamanders, standing at the ready in case of conflict with their cousins. 

Corina: Vesta! What are you doing? 

Vesta: She’s changed. She is no longer the night haunter nor a traitor.

Corina: Vesta, listen to reason. After everything she’s done, people tortured, children slaughtered, the drop site massacre! There is no redemption for a traitor like her!

Vesta: I know, Cori. I can’t say I will forgive her for everything she's done. Yet somehow, I think that girl has made her change for the better. 

Vesta made her way to Kassandra, kneeling before the cowering primarch, smiling warmly as she saw Kassandra cradling Nora.

Vesta: I guess she made you strive to be better, too huh

Kassandra nodded in response. Still shaken that Vesta, of all people, came to her rescue before Corina could execute her and Nora. Said woman was now flying towards their position from an unknown force. 

Vesta: *seeing a downed Corina* Corina! 

Seeing their combined squads completely frozen, Vesta looked towards Corina’s attacker, her eyes widening at the sight of Elena staring down the space marines & the primarchs

Elena: Raven Guard, Salamanders, What is the meaning of this attack!?

 Around her were Pyrrha & team Rwby. Their drawn weapons because supposed allies attacked the friend/cousin. Shortly after their arrival, Ren and Jaune charged with the Glynda, Ozpin, Ironwood, and a small flight of soldiers behind them, aiming at the Imperials.

Nora: *wheezing* ook…..em…..ong…. Enough,

Kassandra: Quite now, save your strength.

Ren: *staring past the imperials* Jaune….if she’s injured for life…

Jaune: I know. And I’ll be there beside you,

Ozpin: *glaring* Now….Which of would you be so kind as to explain why your attacked my student and her family?

Not a word was said until Elena spoke once more.

Elena: *staring down the imperials* Well!? Speak!

Vesta: E…Eleni?

Elena: *Staring down Vesta* Vesta? You’re…..alive? Hmph, it doesn’t matter now. What is important is why are Corina & you attacking Kassandra.

Vesta: Corina would be best to explain this. *sweat dropping at the knocked-out Corina* When she wakes,

Elena: *putting away her sword* Very well, tell your sons to escort Kassandra to an apothecary. We, dear sister, have much to talk about.

As all the people involved began to fill out of the courtyard, no one noticed the scorpion watching the entire ordeal from the shadows

???: *snarling* How…dare she…..

The scorpion’s tail curled in anger

???: How DaRe ShE hArM My bEloVEd

  End of PT. 1

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First off, it's not color coded like my other posts main because i did this in Google docs and that didn't transfer over so not doing that again.

2nd i do intend to do a pt. 2 later. Might be a bit more light hearted than this so expect that.

#jaune arc #rwby #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #warhammer 40k #female primarchs #konrad curze #lionel johnson #vulkan #corvis corax

[smakkabagms]

I am one of the bad ones  Emily Dickinson Go from me - I am one of those who fall Lionel Johnson

#emily dickinson #lionel johnson #quote #poetry #poet

[halfgayfullgayconsequences]

#40k #warhammer40k #warhammer 40000 #primarch #lion eljonson #lion el’jonson #Lionel Johnson #Horus heresy

[nem0c]

Here comes in a tender patronage of Catholicism: white tapers upon the high altar, an ascetic and beautiful young priest, the great gilt monstrance, the subtle scented and mystical incense, the old world accents of the Vulgate, of the Holy Offices; the splendour of the sacred vestments. We kneel at some hour, not too early for our convenience, repeating that solemn Latin, drinking in those Gregorian tones, with plenty of modern French sonnets in memory, should the sermon be dull. But to join the Church! Ah, no! Better to dally with the enchanting mysteries, to pass from our dreams of delirium to our dreams of sanctity with no coarse facts to jar upon us. And so these refined persons cherish a double passion, the sentiment of repentant yearning and the sentiment of rebellious sin.

Lionel Johnson, The Cultured Faun

#lionel johnson

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?"

Lionel Johnson, To Morfyd

#lionel johnson #to morfyd #poetry #poem #writing #words #quote #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled writing #dark academia quote #dark academia poem #dark academia #dark academia writing #dark academia poetry #aesthetic

[hallscherrycoughdrop]

Ive created Lion'Al Sneedson

#lionel johnson #warhammer 40k #sneed

[averagemachine]

These lines from Lionel Johnson's "A Dream" moved me profoundly this morning. Few writers nourish me quite like him, especially since he came into my life through one of my dearest friends ❤️

#lionel johnson #poetry #decadent movement

[pyromantic-mishap]

I know I’m a little late to the party on this poem seeing as it was published in *checks notes* 1893, but Lionel Johnson’s “The Dark Angel” is, quite frankly, incredible.

The popular interpretation is to draw intense parallels between the described “aching lust” and “sultry fire” to the poet’s own homosexuality, which he was at the time struggling to reconcile with his conversion to Christianity. Yet, no analysis that I have read covers the aspect of the poet which yields to the Dark Angel, accepting a very Catholic standpoint that God has ordained such things to be in his life - the temptations of sin and “lust” are always characterised as an “Angel” or “Paraclete” - these things are connected to and in some ways part of God, despite contravening His word in the Bible (or so it is believed by many.)

In the modern day we see a greater scope of acceptance of homosexuality than before, although the resistance in some sectors is considerably harsher. Yet, while American Catholics rage over the legitimacy of the papacy (which is quite frankly hilarious), the Pope himself is reaching out to the LGBTQ+ community in manner which has never been seen before.

In the end, Johnson’s “Dark Angel” is a reflection of the time as much as it is a reflection of the man, and there is comfort to be found in knowing that struggling with your sexuality in such a tortuous, agonising way as most queer and other non-heteronormative people do, feels the same now as it did 130 years ago.

#the dark angel #mlm thoughts #mlm poetry #gay poetry #lionel johnson

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 20 July 2022

The Dark Angel BY LIONEL JOHNSON

DARK Angel, with thine aching lust

To rid the world of penitence:

Malicious Angel, who still dost

My soul such subtile violence!

Because of thee, no thought, no thing,

Abides for me undesecrate:

Dark Angel, ever on the wing,

Who never reachest me too late!

When music sounds, then changest thou

Its silvery to a sultry fire:

Nor will thine envious heart allow

Delight untortured by desire.

Through thee, the gracious Muses turn,

To Furies, O mine Enemy!

And all the things of beauty burn

With flames of evil ecstasy.

Because of thee, the land of dreams

Becomes a gathering place of fears:

Until tormented slumber seems

One vehemence of useless tears.

When sunlight glows upon the flowers,

Or ripples down the dancing sea:

Thou, with thy troop of passionate powers,

Beleaguerest, bewilderest, me.

Within the breath of autumn woods,

Within the winter silences:

Thy venomous spirit stirs and broods,

O Master of impieties!

The ardour of red flame is thine,

And thine the steely soul of ice:

Thou poisonest the fair design

Of nature, with unfair device.

Apples of ashes, golden bright;

Waters of bitterness, how sweet!

O banquet of a foul delight,

Prepared by thee, dark Paraclete!

Thou art the whisper in the gloom,

The hinting tone, the haunting laugh:

Thou art the adorner of my tomb,

The minstrel of mine epitaph.

I fight thee, in the Holy Name!

Yet, what thou dost, is what God saith:

Tempter! should I escape thy flame,

Thou wilt have helped my soul from Death:

The second Death, that never dies,

That cannot die, when time is dead:

Live Death, wherein the lost soul cries,

Eternally uncomforted.

Dark Angel, with thine aching lust!

Of two defeats, of two despairs:

Less dread, a change to drifting dust,

Than thine eternity of cares.

Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not so,

Dark Angel! triumph over me:

Lonely, unto the Lone I go;

Divine, to the Divinity.

#poem of the day #poetry #poem #lionel johnson

[djohnhopper]

BOOK REVIEW: Incurable by Nina Antonia.

A book review by me of the excellent Nina Antonia book about the life and poetry of Lionel Johnson, who died tragically in 1902 at the age of just 35. Just follow the link to read the review:

https://johnhopperreviews.blogspot.com/

#book review #poet #poetry #lionel johnson #nina antonia #decadent era #dark angel

[whim-prone-pirate]

The Moment Each Disruptor Realized Benoit Blanc Was Gay As Hell: A Masterpost

I wasn't kidding when I said I'd do it.

In chronological order...

HELEN

Though Helen isn't technically considered a Disruptor by the rest of the group, I personally believe she's the only real Disruptor among them. That's a different post. Obviously, Helen realized first, as she met Phillip before she met Benoit. I think she assumed at first she had been greeted by some sort of housemaid because Phillip was wearing an apron—Then she saw the sourdough starter. That sold it. She saw Benoit in his stupid little robe and was like Oh fucking of course.

LIONEL

Lionel was obviously studying Benoit on the dock before the Disruptors and Benoit boarded the boat. While Lionel doesn't have the greatest gaydar in the world, as in, he's not looking for it upon meeting most people, he was looking to pick up on anything upon meeting Benoit. Here's this strange dude that none of us know and didn't expect to be here, what's his deal? As Lionel is trying to pick up something from Benoit, Claire starts fangirling over Benoit's previous case about the ballet dancer and Benoit says, "I'm obviously familiar with you all as well—Governor, Dr. Toussaint... Miss Birdie Jay." The way he talks to Birdie and says her name... Lionel understood. Unfortunately, Birdie did not. At all.

PEG

Also not a Disruptor but she's so important to me. Peg is a lesbian. She clocked Benoit as soon as she saw his outfit and heard his accent, but she was absolutely sure of it when she saw how he reacted to the anti-covid throat spray.

MILES

Miles' moment was difficult for me to pin down, mostly because he's fucking stupid and there is certainly a chance that he never realized at all. But, for the sake of the post, let's say that Miles noticed something was different about Benoit when he pulled him aside into the Glass Onion to ask why Benoit was there. When Miles said, "Someone reset the box. They sent it to you as a gag," and Benoit was so shocked that he raised his hand to his chest like a southern woman clutching her pearls... Miles still didn't get it, he was so caught up in his upset. But, after the ordeal in the Glass Onion, off-screen and on his own time, Miles thought about the interaction again, specifically that exact moment that I mentioned, and had the realization. Miles is so full of himself that he thought he was a genius for realizing.

WHISKEY

Whiskey saw him wearing a matching top-and-bottom bathing suit and a little scarf thing in a pool and absolutely understood. She didn't care at all, but she understood. Benoit was also the only one to have an open glass while walking (WALKING) through the pool. While I can't say for certain, it looks like the drink itself is just iced water with a lime. I think Benoit is one of the only people there who isn't drinking alcohol at the pool. That's not very important but I think it just adds to his whole ensemble.

BIRDIE

Of course, Birdie was one of the last to realize, or at least get a little hint of it. She had been hitting on Benoit since the first time she spoke to him at the dock. But, the moment that he said, "I'm going to embarrass myself here; I adore Sweetie Pants. I live in mine," she never made a move on him again. I think, based on the name, Sweetie Pants is a feminine clothing line and Birdie likely intended for women to wear the pants. After Benoit admits to not only wearing them, but loving them, she finally backs off. Immediately after Benoit says that, Miles begins talking about Birdie's career, and Birdie kinda smirks and bumps her eyebrows while gesturing towards Benoit. This could be taken to be her reaction to Miles' praise of her, but given Birdie's character and the context in which Miles is talking about this, I think it makes more sense for this to be Birdie's reaction to Benoit being very obviously gay. She gestures to him, like, "Oh my God, he wears Sweetie Pants, that's so gay. Benoit is gay, guys, do you see what I'm seeing?" Yes, Birdie. They do see it. You were the last one to see it.

CLAIRE

Claire was hard for me to define as well. She was so caught up in Klear and the aftermath of Andi's trial leading up to Duke's murder that I really don't think she was paying enough attention to Benoit to actually get it. I honestly believe that the first time she ever thought about Benoit as a person instead of as a detective that she thinks is really cool is when she was drunk in the minutes leading up to Duke's death. She didn't talk much because Miles was making his speech and dancing with Birdie, so I think she was looking around the room, landed on Benoit, and was too buzzed to really think about it too hard, so she had the very fleeting, yet eloquent thought of, "He's... gay. Yeah." She always kinda knew in the back of her mind, ever since the dock, but never got the chance to think about it.

DUKE

Duke never realized. I think he was on the cusp of getting it every time he was in an area with Benoit since the pool scene, but he's so alt-right that he thought in his head, "Haha! Benoit's kinda weird. That's so gay," because we all know he uses gay as a playful insult, but he never actually considered it a possibility. Then he died. Womp womp.

This is the most important post I've ever made. I appreciate the three people who asked me to make it.

(inspired by @mylasttwobraincellsandi and their post about the sweetie pants scene)

#benoit blanc #miles bron #birdie jay #helen brand #andi brand #claire debella #lionel toussaint #duke cody #i can't tag whiskey and peg because they don't have last names #daniel craig #rian johnson #glass onion #knives out #glass onion spoilers #bbcu #benoit blanc cinematic universe #gay #real #masterpost

[pedroam-bang]

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022)

#2022 #film #movie #Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery #Glass Onion #A Knives Out Mystery #Knives Out #Rian Johnson #Edward Norton #Miles Bron #Madelyn Cline #Whiskey #Kathryn Hahn #Claire Debella #Dave Bautista #Duke Cody #Leslie Odom Jr. #Lionel Toussaint #Jessica Henwick #Peg #Kate Hudson #Birdie Jay #Janelle Monae #Cassandra Brand #Andi Brand #Helen Brand #Daniel Craig #Benoit Blanc #Pisceshite #Greece

[jazzdailyblog]

The Slide Hampton Story: A Trombonist Extraordinaire

Introduction: Slide Hampton, born Locksley Wellington Hampton ninety-two years ago today on April 21, 1932, in Jeannette, Pennsylvania, is a name synonymous with excellence in jazz. His remarkable career as a trombonist, composer, and arranger has left an indelible mark on the world of music. Often heralded as one of the greatest jazz trombonists of all time, Hampton’s contributions to the genre…

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#Art Blakey #Barry Harris #Buddy Johnson #Dawn Hampton #Freddie Hubbard #George Coleman #Jazz History #Jazz Trombonists #Lionel Hampton Band #Max Roach #Maynard Ferguson #McCoy Tyner #Mel Lewis #Melba Liston #Melba Liston and Her &039;Bones #Slide Hampton #Slide Hampton Octet #Tadd Dameron #Thad Jones #The Duke Hampton Band #Virtue Hampton Whitted

[ethannku]

anyone notice that miles doesn’t actually burn the letter until after lionel mentions he should’ve? man had absolutely zero original ideas in this movie

#ethan talks #glass onion #knives out #lionel toussaint #rian johnson #benoit blanc #notpjo #miles bron

[nem0c]

I cannot help feeling that the appearance of our streets owes very much to the present system of dressing all officials and private servants in more or less becoming uniforms and liveries. I am sure we must all constantly feel that we are under the deepest obligations to certain companies and, strangely enough, to the Government officials connected with the Post Office, for filling our streets with the graceful, neatly uniformed figures of those that bear our messages and telegrams.

Lionel Johnson, On the Appreciation of Trifles, printed in The Chameleon (1894)

Playing to the journal’s readership, Johnson was alluding to the relatively recent Cleveland Street scandal, which centred on a male brothel where telegraph boys topped up their meagre earnings catering to upper class gentlemen.

Nina Antonia, Ritualistic Adorabilities

#lionel johnson