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don’t piss me off. you don’t know who you are messing with.
I think this will forever be one of the most beautiful and heartwarming quotes I'll ever see. It not only captures Guinevere's genuine, unconditional love for Lancelot but knowing who Lancelot is and how he feels for her, this must've made his poor heart beat like a drum 😭 I'm so sappy when it comes to them. They're messy and complex but they're something so, so beautiful.
PBP. G. Gilfaethwy and Goewin.
I’ve mentioned a few times that I’ve developed my own schedule of ritual and holy days, and that I’ve used the traditional eight sabbats of Neo-Wicca as markers for when to honor the gods of my pantheon. Beltaine belongs to Gilfaethwy, who is one of the hardest deities for me to understand, while Yule belongs to Goewin.
In the Mabinogion, Gilfaethwy is the brother (sometimes listed as the twin) of Gwydion. Their exploits kick off all the events of the Fourth Branch; to simplify it, Gilfaethwy lusts after Goewin, an avowed virgin, and Gwydion starts a war so Gilfaethwy has an opportunity to take Goewin for His own.
I’ve seen translations of the myth that state that Gilfaethwy “seduced” Goewin, but the translations that ring more true to me (and this seemed to be corroborated by the small amount of work I’ve done with Them) say that Gilfaethwy raped Goewin, that She had no voice or agency in what happened to Her. That interpretation of events definitely colors my view both of the Mabinogion and of the gods themselves. (Disclaimer: UPG ahoy!)
I consider Gilfaethwy (who, to me, appears as an extremely genderfluid being) as the Primal Force; the id of the gods. Xhe goes after what Xhe wants, with no thought to consequences or what anyone else thinks or feels about it. Xir energy is almost destructive in its force; supremely creative but with underpinnings of danger. It’s the closest to ecstatic creative madness as I’ve ever come. Xir feast is Beltaine; a time of primal urges and setting aside rational thought to use mindless passion.
Goewin, in contrast, is the Lady of Sorrows. Of the goddesses in my pantheon, Goewin is the one who understands pain and trials and tears, and She is the one who brings comfort in dark times. She is the veil that drops down to separate you from the world, and within that veil She gives you the strength to heal your hurts. She is the lady of Yule; She is the seemingly endless darkness, and She is the spark of light and hope at dawn.
hello tumblr, can our next mass hyperfixation be welsh myths please 🥺
Parallels: Medraut/Turunesh from The Winter Prince and Claude/Diana from Who Made Me A Princess
I'm in the rafters looking down It's cold up here between walls of stone I made my home and the air hangs heavy with the incense feathers fall from pigeons cooing in the tower I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here and I can see everybody at their worst points at their worst points I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able to be witness of the loneliness and be a higher power In case there isn't one In case there isn't one I'm not a higher power, I just live in the ceiling 'cause I'm lonely on the fringes, and it gives my life some meaning In the exile In my exile the grey light filters through roof slabs and the flagstones glow bright from the stained glass a hundred feet below as I tiptoe creaking over prayers pleading with their maker crying with the choir I'm not immune to the sincerity below me makes me feel, it makes me holy, but through tears I understand that I do not belong no, I do not belong watching the figures, all the saints, but mostly sinners come and go and some are desperate, but the others have the sense that they do belong and I do not belong some only turn towards the heavens when the end Is feeling desperate, have the overwhelming feeling that there's nobody who's looking down at least I'm looking down
DAUGHTER OF LIFE, KNOW YOUR DEATH :
it was not I who loved, yet it was another world I wished for that did. may this rain and day be forever, for tonight only ends in blood and tears of my lost life and brother.
by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / rainer maria rilke, translation by c. f. macintyre, from duino elegies; “the second elegy,” / by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / medea by euripides
DAUGHTER OF LIFE, KNOW YOUR DEATH :
it was not I who loved, yet it was another world I wished for that did. may this rain and day be forever, for tonight only ends in blood and tears of my lost life and brother.
by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / rainer maria rilke, translation by c. f. macintyre, from duino elegies; “the second elegy,” / by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / medea by euripides
What’s your opinion on men with long hair
i wanna bounce on it
!["RECLINING GRETCHEN" ROBERT LONGO // 1985 [charcoal/graphite/ink On Paper | 57 × 95"]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ef55e6ecc657515679107c3b3251cf30/d9da3feb32d25b6b-d9/s500x750/9c7730f5bf23d72efd3f5f4b8649e9a4e6a21e8b.jpg)
"RECLINING GRETCHEN" ROBERT LONGO // 1985 [charcoal/graphite/ink on paper | 57 × 95"]
you're allowed to be held.
on leaving
what if i love you more than anything in this lifetime? what if i love you with the passion of a thousand suns in their dying breath? what if i'd let myself ruined by an extinguished flame if your love was to gain? what if i call for you a thousand times? it doesn't mean you'll come
balthazar, losers \\ fatima aamer bilal \\ trista mateer \\ unknown \\ unknown\\ jan heller levi
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raffle for palestine🕊️
mutual aid for displaced Palestinian families in Cairo
holding my second raffle for my campaign above (og post)!
to summarize; on the ground in Cairo, resources and funding are extremely scarce, displaced Palestinians are dependent on mutual aid volunteers for assistance. i will be traveling to Cairo at the end of november and will be sponsoring 2 displaced Palestinian families there. all funds will be personally delivered by me and used towards these families' rent, food, clothing, medical expenses, etc. pls help me reach my goal by participating in this raffle <3
next item up for grabs; lia kantro's 'killing the flowers will not delay the spring' tee.
✿ (1) SIZE MEDIUM (UNISEX) shirt
dimensions are as follows: width (pit to pit) - 20 inches, length - 28 inches
printed on 100% cotton tee, has a little stretch
✿ hand printed and part of a limited run of released tees by lia kantro, not currently available for purchase
to enter:
✿ make a minimum of $5 donation ($5 donation = 1 entry, $10 donation = 2 entries, and so on) to my campaign
✿ REBLOG this post for a free bonus entry!
✿ submit proof of donation either through dm on tumblr or by filling out this form (preferred!)
✿ if you win, please make sure you are comfortable with sharing a mailing address with me
this raffle will close on October 23rd at 11PM (PST) and the winner will be randomly selected and announced at the end of that same week. the winner will have 48 hours to claim prize before another winner is selected. this raffle is open to anyone, i can ship internationally. don't want this shirt? donate any amount anyway + i will have 1 more final raffle after this one but will have a higher entry donation (a designer bag), stay tuned!
please reblog so we can reach more people and donate if you can!
today is my birthday.. and day thousands of Palestinians death's had become inevitable and the beginning of the end of Israel. as a well wishing to me, if you are able to, donate to your trusted fundraises and fundraisers that are no where near their goal.
When I say I love pubes I don't mean like little wispy bits of neatly trimmed hair I mean a full fucking thick bush of curly dark pubic hair real curly and wiry that covers everything there's hair on the inner thighs hair down the ass crack hair everywhere
Aurora (Arshaluys) Mardiganyan was just 14 when the sky collapsed on her head. In 1915, as the Armenian Genocide began, her village was torn apart by turkish soldiers. She watched as her father, her brothers and all the men in her family were dragged away and murdered. The women and children, including Aurora, were spared only to be marched into the desert—a death sentence of a different kind.
The march was relentless. Day after day, Aurora trudged through the searing heat, surrounded by the dying and the dead. There was no food, no water—just the constant, gnawing hunger, thirst and sexual mutilation. Those who fell behind were shot or left to die under the unrelenting sun. Aurora witnessed countless mothers cradling their dying children, their bodies wasting away before her eyes. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the ground was littered with the bodies of her people, unburied, forgotten.
According to her story, the turkish soldiers decided to nail the 17 girls of her village in the group to crosses—in a grotesque parody of their Christian faith, but they miscounted and only constructed 16 crosses; Aurora was the lucky one who was not crucified.
She endured much, being sold into a harem as a teen, for 85 cents. She was beaten, assaulted and dehumanized in ways no child should ever endure. Aurora’s spirit was broken over and over again, yet somehow, she survived.
When she finally escaped, Aurora found her way to the United States, carrying the weight of what she had witnessed. She was alone, orphaned by genocide, but she was determined to tell the world what had happened. Her story, Ravished Armenia, recounted the horrors in graphic detail—images too painful for most to even imagine. But for Aurora, they were not just stories; they were the memories that haunted her every day.
She agreed to relive her trauma once more, acting in the film Auction of Souls, where she portrayed her own suffering and the atrocities she had witnessed. But even then, Aurora was exploited. The people behind the film saw her pain as a commodity, and she was never properly compensated. She gave everything—her story, her dignity, her voice—but received little in return.
In the early 1930s, both the book and the film faded from the public’s attention. The sudden and complete silencing of the film had two explanations: the growing U.S.-turkey alliances, and an agreement between Hollywood and Germany. Aurora had written about being raped by a roving gang of german soldiers in turkey before being sold into a harem
The film that was supposed to tell her story was lost, leaving behind only fragments, just like the memory of the millions of Armenians who were massacred.
Here you can find Aurora Mardiganyan's book, "RAVISHED ARMENIA".
Went and got cookies because I’ve had a shit week and my cat stole one from the box!!
Naudline Pierre (Haitian-American, 1989) - Mythic (2024)
D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai, the first indigenous actor nominated in any lead category, attends the 2024 Emmys with a red handprint over his mouth, the symbol for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW). September 15, 2024.
hi! i want to take a moment today to spotlight the campaign of another friend who's been so gracious as to share his story with me.
Hazem Tannera (@hazemfromgaza) was able to evacuate to Egypt several months ago, but in a heartbreaking decision prompted by lack of funds, he was forced to leave his beloved family of ten behind in devastated Gaza. facing constant danger and deprivation, they are now struggling to survive, as well as provide for three young children.
Hazem is doing all he can to collect enough money (£80,000) for them to join him in Egypt, but his campaign is progressing slowly, and he has only managed to raise a little over £6,000. this is barely enough to evacuate one adult, and he is responsible for seven, plus three children. The crossing fees alone for the whole group amount to ~£43,500, and it's likely that this estimate is on the lower side, given that it was made before the border closed and prices have almost certainly increased since then.
on top of all this, Hazem recently found out that he is suffering from a tumor on his pituitary gland and will have to undergo treatment to remove it. he is afraid that if anything goes wrong, his family will be left stranded without a lifeline or hope of escape from the genocide.
"I do not want my life to end without my family's help," Hazem said to me over messages the other day. during this difficult time, he should be able to focus on recovering and not fear that his family will be killed, once again face displacement, or be left alone without support.
if you have the means, please donate to help Hazem save his family. if this isn't something you can do (or even if it is), then please share this post or one of Hazem's instead and encourage others to do the same. let's get Hazem and the rest of the Tannera family to their goal as quickly as possible!
(Hazem's fundraiser has been verified by @/90-ghost)
Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1836 – 1911)
art details of headpiece jewelry
'guys don't call odysseus a cheater' 'guys he was assaulted' 'guys he was imprisoned with his life over his head, what was he supposed to do?' are all valid points, but I can tell these people aren't aware of the fact that odysseus had sex slaves in the original homeric tales. he is a cheater, but that doesn't make him any less of an assault victim either.
myths around the world challenge: @ibuzoo & @thewinedarksea
greek - artemis, goddess of the hunt, wild animals, and young girls
as I slowly get into artemis and apollo, I feel myself going mad because they truly are one of a kind.