MYTHOLOGY MEME | [1/9] GREEK GODS & GODDESSES » THE FURIES ( ERINYES )
The Furies, otherwise known as the Erinyes were the cruel underworld goddesses of vengeance and retribution. The three sisters consisted of Alecto (the angry), Megara (the grudging), and Tisiphone (the avenging) and were wards of the god Hades where they dwelled in the underworld. In some versions they are said to have been created by the blood of the titan Uranus while other versions praise them as daughter of the goddess Nyx, the goddess of the night. The sisters served as persecutors against crimes such as murder (especially within one’s own family), disrespect, perjury, and injustice and they drew great joy from the punishment which they gave to others. They were said to be of a ghastly and frightful sight, with poisonous blood in their veins, serpents snaking through their hair and bat-like wings The wrath of the Furies would follow any who would dare to commit crimes, and in the old days, people held this truth against their conscience as the furies would punish their victims by driving them into an unrelenting insanity.
new work and healed work with rose
getting ready to go camping for the weekend
i haven’t been in a few years and i’m so excited!!!!
just had the most emotionally intense workshop experience of my life
speaking from the astral plane rn will let y’all know when my soul re-enters my body
Alchemical and Rosicrucian Compendium (Selected Pages). Mellon MS 110. 1760.
Eleanor Antin — Blood of a Poet Box, wood box containing blood samples taken from 100 poets, 1965-1968
Protesters from across St Louis turned up and turned out for the first St Louis County Council Meeting since Mike Brown’s Death. (Part II)
The St Louis County Council meeting was a fiery afar, as residents from across the county demanded Darren Wilson’s arrest, answers for Mike Brown’s death, and expressed frustration at their own police force being turned on them like they were enemies of the state. #staywoke #farfromover
People talk about how hard long distance relationships are but nobody talks about the struggle of long distance friendships. I would give my left leg right now to just be able to sit in our pjs and watch movies or to just be able to give a big fucking hug.
One thing that is odd is that when you get a level of success and your life suddenly looks great, you can still feel crap.
Maywand Osmand was detained but not arrested. One man who was at one of the raided properties when police arrived claims to have been punched by an officer.Maywand Osman, who was detained during the raids at Waterloo Rd in Marsfield but not arrested, said: “I opened the door this morning at 4:45am to about four police officers.”They asked me to raise my hands. I immediately raised my hands. Four officers then jumped at me and one punched me in the face.”They threw me to the ground and started hitting me in the head and pulling my hair.”One officer grabbed me by the hair and said, “You piece of shit’.While they were beating me I heard one officer say, ‘Just don’t make him bleed’.”They then went inside my house to conduct a search. They found nothing in my house and I was not under arrest or in custody at any point in time.”A statement released by Mr Osman’s solicitor said: “My client was brutally attacked by four police officers this morning without provocation.”He sustained injuries to the face and head. He was escorted to hospital by ambulance.”
We all saw this coming when we heard “anti-terrorism raids”
HELLO PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS
even if you’re not Australian
DON’T LET THEM KEEP THIS SHIT QUIET
There is a “powerpoint” going around Tumblr right now that at one point says that there is nothing attractive about an American Southern accent. This, coupled with the ever-present opinion that Southerners are stupid based solely on the way they talk, lends itself to the idea that even if you are intelligent, educated, and opinionated, your opinions are somehow invalidated by the way you talk and your background. The linguistic stereotyping of the American South really really upsets me.
We are characterized as deeply prejudiced, close-minded, bible thumping hillbillies. We also have accents that make us seem, to people from outside of the South, ignorant and ridiculous.
I’m not saying that the South isn’t running rampant with bigotry: racism, sexism, religious persecution, but the prejudice against the South does not seem to be a moral one, but rather an intellectual one. The way we talk somehow reflects the worthiness of our opinion. If I make a completely valid, well-researched, and socially conscious statement, but starts off with a “Hey, y’all!” does that make it any less valid or important?
Also I’d invite everyone to remember the media coverage of natural disasters like Hurricane Katrina, the string of devastating tornadoes that ran rampant through Tuscaloosa, AL a year ago, and also the March 1st tornado that hit my high school in 2007. For each of these events, the words of news reporters dripped with disdain for the American south. Footage of “hillbillies” with two teeth mourning the loss of their deep fryer, expressed through a barely intelligible accent - this is the image of the American South and the condescension in this representation is palatable.
In Academia the South is fetishized with the sudden interest in Southern Gothic while mass media points fingers and laughs with shows like Hillbilly Handfishin’ and Rocket City Rednecks. I pay particular attention to the latter because it is about a man in Alabama who is a fucking rocket scientist but as a Southerner he is still degraded and termed a “redneck”. (x)
I’m going to end this rant with a great story that my literature professor told me in class last week (he is from the Northeastern US) that really underlines what I’m saying about our messed up notions of intelligence, cultural background, and academic elitism:
"My friend, an actor and Shakespearean professor who was performing at The Alabama Shakespeare Festival at this time, was late for his performance of Measure For Measure. He was speeding on his way to the playhouse when he got pulled over by a police officer somewhere between Troy and Montgomery, AL (where the ASF is located). This cop was the stereotypical Southern Sheriff: tan uniform, mirror-reflection aviators, tooth pick in mouth. He stood by my friend’s open window and peered at him over his glasses.
"You know how fast you were goin’?" (at this point my professor is using the most stereotypical Rhett Butler-Southern accent)
My friend said no but that he was just rushing to get to the Shakespeare Festival because he was appearing in a play.
"Oh a play huh? Well what play?"
At this point my friend assumes that this cop thinks he’s making up excuses to get out of a ticket and is bluffing about his interest in the play, because of course this hillbilly doesn’t know anything about Shakespeare. (my side note: Measure For Measure is def what I would consider one of Shakespeare’s lesser known plays which I feel like adds to this story).
My friend tells him the title and the cop nods, seeming to think hard before replying.
“Measure For Measure huh? Well what character you playin’ then?”
And my friend tells him, Claudio.
"Hmm Claudio, is that right? Well let me tell you sumthin’"
And my friend thinks that this cop is going to say he has no idea what he is talking about and he don’t care about no Shakespeare thank you very much and hand him a ticket and the cop leans in further and says
"I think that Isabella really loved her brother, and was just doin’ all she could to save him! It ain’t her fault that Angelo was corrupt."
And didn’t even give him a speeding ticket. “
The governing body for amateur hockey in Canada has made its policies more welcoming for transgender players.
people who say ”romantic love is what makes you human!!!!” are actually right. aromantic people are, in fact, gods in disguise, traveling in the human world to observe and study the humans and their weakpoints, in order to eventually eliminate them all and take over their world
well if anything could salvage this morning, it might be blasting “black me out” on the way into class