whines incessantly about narratives that claim women have equal military/political/anything power with men but then never have any women in the highest tiers of any of those positions

anonymous said:

Hello! Short fic about a lonely-ish college girl who meets a bartender (Kris) whos is a couple of years older than her? Aaah if possible it would be nice if it ends with a hint of a start of romance *w* (Sorry if my message is not clear ;-;)

your message is clear, don’t worry about it!! 
and here is some cute bartender!Kris flirting with you ~(๑>◡<๑)

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Archaeological Museum of Arta:

Entrance of a house:

The central exhibition space  has been reserved for the simulation of a classical/hellenistic style household in Ambracia. In this simulation one can walk through and look at the exhibits as they would have been arranged within a household. One enters the room stepping past a glass door where original iron nails, decorated with copper nail covers, a knocker and a doorknob have been fixed in order to simulate a double door. The visitor then proceeds over the actual threshold of an ancient residence. Stepping on the threshold of a house still has a special social significance, so it has been displayed in a way that makes the visitor really feel that.

At the left there is another display on the floor, with a sample of what an egkanio would have looked like. Before building a house,  the citizens of Ambracia would place in a small pit miniature vessels- or more rarely actual ones if they were well-off-, along with figurines and furniture models. Then libations would be offered at the spot and the sacrifice of a small animal or bird would follow. The pit would be then sealed under the floor.

The ritual of egkainio first appears in the 6th century B.C and it seems to have been practiced up until 3rd century B.C. Just like in modern day foundation ceremonies, the goal is to propitiate the Gods, ensuring the well being of the house.

Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself … swore to myself … that I would be a good king, as honorable as Father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies … now I can’t even tell one from the other. [x]

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