greek heritage

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period drama meme - couples 3/4 

Kleopatra Selene II ( 40 - 5 BCE ) and Juba II of Numidia ( c. 52 BCE - CE 23)

“Although Octavia had herself been unlucky in love,she was apparently something of a matchmaker. In 25 BCE she was instrumental in arranging a marriage between Selene and Juba. The young couple had had their lives turned upside down as a result of the actions of their parents. Once they arrived in Mauretania they were free to make their own decisions, accountable to no one, except possibly Augustus. They had much to do: the new kingdom of Mauretania was a vast territory, encompassing modern-day Algeria and Morocco, rather than modern-day Mauritania… [Selene] possessed enough prestige to rule alongside her husband as a queen in her own right and consistently referred to her Greek and Ptolemaic heritage on the coins she issued in her own name as well as those she issued in conjunction with Juba. Their new kingdom was in serious need of modernisation, so they refounded [the capital] Iol as Caesarea in honour of their benefactor Augustus. They filled Caesarea with grandiose buildings inspired by those of Rome and also of Alexandria. These included a lighthouse in the style of the Alexandrian Pharos, set up on an island in the harbour, a royal palace situated on the seafront and numerous temples to Roman and Egyptian deities. Their royal court attracted scholars and artists from across the Roman Empire and became a cosmopolitan fusion of Greek, Roman and Egyptian culture. The couple ruled Mauretania for almost two decades, until Selene’s early death at the age of 35.”  -  ‘Cleopatra’s Daughter’, Jane Draycoff

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Beautiful Greek Island of Syros in Aegean sea.

Dark god AU Part 1

Lincoln couldn’t believe his facking eyes.

Like a scene straight out of a movie, the moment he was summoned, the world seemed to get darker. They were just standing on a rocky cliff, the sun high above them as gentle ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore below. Now, grey and heavy storm clouds rolled out of nowhere and blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and threatening to send a cascade of rain atop their heads. The once gentle ocean now churned and crashed against the cliff side so hard, Lincoln was sure that it was trying to bring the entire rock face and them with it down to the bottom of the sea. Somewhere along the sea horizon, thunder rolled.

And there he was. Standing tall and menacing before them, surrounded by a thick, neon green mist that circled around his calves. His eyes piercing the dark like two cursed emeralds, dangerous and threatening, and even though all his instincts told him to look away and bolt like a wee barra into his mother’s skirts, Lincoln couldn’t help but stare back into them.

He was staring into the eyes of a god. The god. The god he had been warned to never be in contact with. The god that had more rumors spread about him than legends. The god that even the other gods, his own father included, never talked about.

The god that had been lost for generations, was standing right before his very eyes. Glowing, practically overflowing with unused ancient energy that seemed to course and surge around him like green venomous lightning.

All because some fourteen year old girl called him a Seaweed Brain.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_ccch9oYV8)

*The video is in German and has both German & English subtitles*

I’m Greek-Irish-British-American (which sounds like a cliché white American thing to say on Tumblr, I know, but my family is really (like to a strangely nerdy degree) into genealogy & chronicling family records and very (i.e. extremely) in touch with our European heritage, just ask my sister @dash-between-the-years; and as many of you know I learn both Irish and Greek and am in frequent contact with my cousins abroad). 

Greek is a weirdly difficult language for me to learn as an adult. I grew up hearing it constantly and can understand the basics without thought or translation. My yiayia, who speaks a Greek-heavy Gringlish, lived with my family for years, someone was always chatting with someone from the Greek side of the family for hours on the phone, and we have always had ample Greek resources at home (especially if you’re jonesing for turn-of-the-century orthodox texts). 

But I was only “raised bilingually” until about the age of 3. So while listening to Greek feels at home to me in a sense, there’s also this strange barrier between me and the language because my passive vocabulary game is strong but I can’t speak or write it well myself. (Watching shows, listening to music, eavesdropping on family members and reading at an elementary school level are much more doable and tons of fun, though!).

My method for learning Greek greatly differs from how I learn other languages that I have not grown up with. Hopefully this video can give you some ideas of how to get started learning Greek; and if not Greek, then perhaps it might still provide you with some insight as to going about learning your heritage language if you, like me, were raised bilingually but not quite.

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Requested by anon

You were a young goddess - a really young goddess compared to the rest of your family. You of course looked your age, acted your age, did everything people your age do; except one thing. You preferred a simple chiton, though you did sport a golden laurel wreath a top your head but that was just because your father gave it to you after your first completed quest for Camp Half-Blood. You were more of a camper instead of the other way around and while you should have felt at home here, you often wished you were back on Mt. Olympus. Gods know you’d prefer a drunk Apollo over the teasing taunts of your fellow campers.

Well, okay, no - you would much rather be here than listen to Apollo try to come up with a poem that revolves around oranges. You shuddered at the memory of that party. He resorted to making up words and then somehow managed to drag you into it. 

You headed to the stables, ignoring the stares from the Aphrodite campers. Honestly, you didn’t like the attention, you just liked feeling closer to your Greek heritage than others. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you weren’t a demigod, you were a full-fledged god. You were immortal, you could look as young or old as you wanted, and maybe that’s one of the other reasons many campers here didn’t like you. Or, you know, you just didn’t catch up with modern times and instead of donning a Camp Half-Blood orange shirt, you opted for a band around you arm with Camp Half-Blood’s symbol decorated across it.

“Why do you dress like that again?” one of the Aphrodite campers asked and you took a glance over towards them to see them almost forming a circle around you. You took a step back.

“I like feeling close to heritage,” was your simple answer and one of them gestured to your Pegasus.

“Isn’t that close enough?”

“To some, yes. To others, it’s a piece. The Greeks go back years and years and I like the touch of some of the ancient parts.” 

“Okay, look. Wearing that makes you stand out here and we just want to help. We can tweak your look a bit, play around with it, you know? Just trust us on this,” one said and you turned and made a bee line towards your Pegasus’ stable. No offense to Aphrodite, but you really didn’t feel like having her children ‘tweak’ your attire.

“Everyone’s different and (Y/N) here prefers it that way. So leave her alone before I really have to interfere,” Luke said as he waled up to you and the group. You smiled in thanks towards him as the circle dispersed, knowing not to mess with the head of the Hermes Cabin.

“Thanks, Luke,” you muttered and you sent you a small smile.

“No problem, (Y/N). I do admire your patience with them, though. Gods know I wouldn’t have it.” You laughed quietly and then wrapped your arms around him.

“I only have patience because of you.”

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a birthday present for @percyyoulittleshit……. it seemed fitting to honor your birthday with this because the line between percabeth smut and percabeth fluff is like your favorite thing in the world and also this is like 90% of what we talk about so ;) it’s finally done, i hope it lives up to the hype! love you bab, hope your day was great xx

“There’s…” Annabeth breathes, trailing off. Her voice sounds strangled and awkward, even to herself. “There’s so many.”

She kind of wishes she could look away, but there’s nowhere else to look, because there’s an the elderly lady in the aisle next to them looking for soap who keeps scoffing at them and shooting them scandalized looks, and she’s also fairly certain that if she spares a glance at Percy, she’ll spontaneously combust from mortification and all that will be left of her is a sizzling pile of ashes on the floor.

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The cover of the official report of the 1896 Olympic Games, the first of the modern era. There were no posters made for these games, so this cover is the best artistic representation of the goals of Pierre de Coubertin and the other founders of the Olympic movement. Obviously, the ancient Greek heritage of the games was a huge part of their identity – including the first modern marathon race, modeled after the run of a Greek messenger after the battle of Marathon in 490 BCE. The marathon at this race was 40 km, not 26.2 miles – the 26.2 mile length was set when the race was extended in the 1908 games in London so that the royal family could more conveniently view the runners.

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royal meme | monarchs 3/10

Kleopatra Selene II was born in late 40 BCE, the daughter of Kleopatra VII, the Macedonian Greek queen of Ptolemaic Egypt, and Mark Antony, triumvir of Rome.

“For the first ten years of her life Selene had been raised in Egypt as an Egyptian princess at an Egyptian court; the fact that her father was a Roman citizen, former consul and triumvir was virtually irrelevant at this stage of her life. However, once both of her parents were dead and Egypt had ceased to exist as an independent kingdom, the question of  what to do with Selene and her brothers needed to be answered. In the absence of any surviving relatives, responsibility for them passed to Octavian and he in turn passed it to Octavia. The children lived in Octavia’s house on the Palatine Hill…Augustus had gradually accumulated a collection of royal children…one of the latter was Gaius Julius Juba, the son of King Juba of Numidia (modern-day Algeria, Tunisia and Libya), who had committed suicide in 46 BCE after being defeated by Caesar at the Battle of Thapsus. Only a baby at the time, Juba had been taken back to Rome by Caesar and exhibited in the African section of his quadruple triumph. He had subsequently been raised in Caesar’s household until the dictator’s assassination in 44 BCE when custody of the child seems to have passed to Octavian and Octavia. Juba was awarded Roman citizenship and spent his childhood and adolescence in Rome during which time he was given a Roman education and encouraged in intellectual pursuits, which led to him writing scholarly treatises on a range of subjects. Although Octavia had herself been unlucky in love,she was apparently something of a matchmaker. In 25 BCE she was instrumental in arranging a marriage between Selene and Juba.

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Robin Hood WIP diaries (2) - diversity

If you are a writer, or a creator of any kind, you must know the huge responsibility that goes hand in hand with the freedom of creativity. And I’m not talking about responsibility to the masses or the future generations. No, I’m talking about the responsibility of a writer towards his or her story.

If you have the freedom to make your story, your setting and your characters whatever you want, what DO you make them? If you are the one who has to dream everything up, then you are the one who has to make your story the best it can be. And what is the best it can be? There’s the catch. No one can tell you that. You have to explore and seek it yourself (and hopefully eventually find it).

Recently, somoene emailed me their thoughts on No Orindary Star, my science fiction novel. They talked about how much they enjoyed different aspects of the story and the world, and they said they had only one complaint: there was no diversity. Both main characters are white (this reader person said) and there was only one dark-skinned boy, Karim. 

The reason this stood out to me negatively  will be obvious to you if you have been following this blog for any amount of time, as I have hit you over the head with shared my main characters’ profiles time and again. To refresh, your memory, here is Felix, my protagonist:

Originally posted by descendants-of-the-sun

He’s Asian. (And, as a consequence, so are a few other characters in the book, important ones, who are kind of related to him, but that’s a SPOILER). Anyway, what’s the problem with this whole story? That she didn’t notice? That she was a careless reader, or maybe a bit “tumblr-prejudiced” against all new authors, diversion-wise, or that she was possibly (yes, it does happen, shockingly) sending me this email out of spite?

No. The problem is that she didn’t notice.

You see, I don’t mention it in every sentece that he’s Asian. I mention it in the beginning when he’s introduced, and maybe once more, when his {SPOILER} is introduced and we see his/her features, and they are Asian as well. And that’s it. If you skip a few pages while you read, you might miss it. (Although why would you skip any pages? This is good stuff, people.) And by missing it, I mean that you would automatically assume every character is, like you, white. Now, I know that as a non-white-American myself I can’t speak for a white person, but I can speak for reality. Reality is not everyone being white, much less being the same as you, the reader. I do understand that the audience has to be “trained” in order to recognize and appreciate diversity, meaning we have to have and keep having good books with diversity, until that’s become the norm andthe previous norm (white characters, white saviors, abusive romantic interests, flawless heroes, non-participating MarySue/Frodo cliches, etc) is no longer the standard novel that gets published and read by the millions. (Self publishing is already a HUGE revolution in that aspect, as books that publishers wouldn’t even look at, because of unconventionality or diversity issues, now have a chance to gain a large audience. But more on that later.)

That’s what I meant when I said the writer has to make their story the best version it can be. Would the story be perfect if no one had any flaws, any differences to each other, any diversity? Well, it wouldn’t be realistic or imaginative, that’s for sure. And that, for me, is not a story worth reading, much less creating. Some other witers/readers might not have the same criteria, of course, and there are as many opinions in the world as there are people (maybe even more). 

But as far as I’m concerned, here are my reasons for including diversity in my novels (whether you notice it or not):

1. I want everyone to be represented. Have you any idea what it feels like to be suffering from depression and finally read a book where one of the characters is GOING THROUGH THE SAME STUFF you are? It’s heaven. That’s the only way I can explain it. It’s like staring down a dark, lonely tunnel you have to fall through, and suddenly discovering a friend. (Isn’t that why most of us read, anyway? To feel less alone?) If that person who represents you in the story, happens to be the hero or someone who kicks ass, then, I’m sorry, but your brain immediately goes “I can kick ass too, depression and all!” That’s what I’m talking about. Imagine a novel where the day is saved by a bullied girl/a character who is a different race than anyone else/a person who is dealing with a metal or physical disability/a hero who has made some unconventional choices/a woman in a man’s world… and so on. Hard to imagine, right? You haven’t read many books with those themes, I know. I haven’t either. But things are slowly chaning. We need more of that, so let’s create more of that. 

2. I want all readers to feel included. Well, not all of them in every book, but in general, my work should include the entire audience of my novels. One of the beauties of self publishing is the in-person communication with all my readers, since there’s no one else to find the betas, send the arcs, recruit the street team. In the past year, I’ve sent my books to the whole world, from California to China, from India (I’ve sent a LOT to India yay) to Australia, from Astria and Poland to Mexico. And the list goes on. I’ve had people read them whose English isn’t the first language, and I’ve had talks with them about different interests, jobs, religions, walks of life. I feel that my life has gotten so much more colorful since being able to connect with so many wonderful people on such a deel level (again, it’s always because of books, mine and other people’s, as we exchange ideas, how AWESOME is that?) and I want their reading experience to include their own lives as well. I know I’ve never read a book that talked about my Greek heritage in a realistic, informed and accurate way, which is why I set Lose Me on a Greek island. And why I’m writing Greek mythology. I need to see myself in a book, finally. I know you do too. I’m working on it.

3. I want all readers to be able to identify with the characters or situations in my books. That’s true whether you’re writing fantasy, historical or scifi fiction. (Contemporary too, of course.) Some white persons, living in a white persons’ world, might find it hard to imagine reading a story/watching a movie where everyone is different from you. Who do you identify with then? When you watch A Secret Life of Pets, the movie cast is all animals, and yet they’re given humanized genders and qualities, so that anyone watching can go, hey this is like my aunt miranda or, wow, that’s totally me when I’m hungry. But how would a reader be able to do that, if there isn’t a single person or situation in your book that you can identify to? And then how would you feel if you went looking for another book and another book, and never found one that included a character with at least some of the same qualities as you? Most of white Americans have been teenagers at a high school with catty cheerleaders. Well, what about the rest of us, who haven’t? Is there a good story we can enjoy by immersing ourselves and possibly recognize ourselves in? Ah, I know what you’ll say. But I don’t know that stuff! How do I know how schools in other lands work? How do I know how a second-generation half Korean kid feels? How do I….? Well, duh. Research.

Yes, really. Writing is hard work. Writing well is even harder. That’s why not everyone does it.

4. Realism. Now, I know, I know. Not everyone is concerned with realism. Pfft. Who wants to read about a world where people are sometimes good and sometimes bad and they change and they grow? That’s for amateurs. Let’s write about a black and white universe where the evil GUY is evil because he’s wearing dark colors and the girl is so cute so it’s ok that she has to be rescued from her own stupidity every second page. But for me, a far less imaginative person, here is what the worlds I want to create look like: people fail and get back up on their feet, heroes sometimes need to be rescued, the good guys go bad and the bad guys have kittens, and there’s a guy from the other side of the world living in a flat underneath me (no, he’s NOT the janitor). Why? Well, because tha’ts life. That’s true. That’s real. And yes, I’ve created a universe with two parallel worlds where one has mermaids and minotaurs and the other is our contemporary world (in Salt for Air, my Greek mythology series) but even in that world, mermaids still have mental issues and horn-sporting warriors are disabled, and some of the mermen have a darker skin than the rest. Why be boring, when I can get my inspiration from real-life people? Why be cliched when I can sit across from a Romanian lady on the train, who has six kids, and is currently nursing one, on her way to music class? Why not make HER a siren in my novel?

We shall.

5. Bonus point: Do not include diversity for the sake of diversity in your novel, it will be obvious and offensive to the reader this diversity applies to. And these readers are more than you can imagine, because for example I’ve never had cancer yet, but I’ve lost family members to it, and I can’t believe that there are people out there who romanticize and make money out of something that ruined my life. The same goes for you, if you add a black character just to stand by and be black, or a disabled character just so that they can conveniently commit suicide in the end. Please don’t. 

In conclusion, here are some of the diverse characteristics I have attributed so far to my Robin Hood WIP cast. I did not give them these charactersitics on purpose, it’s just how they appeared in my head once I started brainstorming:

-someone who has had all the fingers of their right hand cut ,and has since taught themselves to write and shoot an arrow regardless

-someone who has been heavily suicidal in the past, and self-harms from time to time (in a medieval way, of course)

-an Arabic character

-a cross-dressing character

-an intellectually challenged character

-a person who has been sexually abused and is afraid of human touch/has no interest in romantic relationships

-a person suffering from PTSD

-a woman who is part of a company of men

These are all I can remember off the top of my head (some of these are part of their backstories, so they are not heavily featured in the story itself, but they are part of what makes a character who they are). 

I would love to hear about your opinions or experiences with either writing or reading diverse books. 

Have you written a book with diverse characters? Do I need to read it? (I think I do *wink). Let’s talk!

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The Defenders Kill Bill AU || Elektra Natchios aka Cottonmouth

Deadly Viper Assassination Squad Aesthetic

“As your leader, I encourage you from time to time, and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you’re unconvinced that a particular plan of action I’ve decided is the wisest, tell me so, but allow me to convince you and I promise you right here and now, no subject will ever be taboo. Except, of course, the subject that was just under discussion. The price you pay for bringing up either my Greek or Japanese heritage as a negative is… I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now, if any of you sons of bitches got anything else to say, now’s the fucking time!

” …I didn’t think so.“

Black Mamba and The Deadly Vipers

anonymous asked:

who is theresa and what does that have to do with the my immortal saga?? i can't keep up omg lol

 Haha I know it’s so tricky to keep up with these endless developments!!

Turns out Rose Christo wasn’t her real name, it was the pen name of Theresa Rose Christodopoulas (I’ve definitely spelt that wrong and I’m sorry but she’s deleted all of her social media accounts now so I have no way to check) and she was of Greek heritage not Native American so.. just another thing she lied about ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Ancient Greek and Byzantine heritage of Crimea

1. Ruins of a fortified Ancient Greek farmhouse. (Heracleian Peninsula, Crimea)

2-3. Ruins of the Byzantine Church in Chersonesos (Sevastopol, Crimea)

4. Artificial caves under the Rock of Ay Todor are remnants of a small Greek monastery of the Byzantine times. (Çilter Qoba, Crimea)

5. Ruins of an Ancient Greek household. (Bel Avuz, Crimea)

6. Ruins of a tower built in the 2nd century B. C. by Mithridates VI Eupator, King of Pontus.(Qara Töbe, Crimea, Ukraine)

7. General View on Chersonesos (Sevastopol, Crimea)

8. Ruins of Cymmericum, an ancient fortress on the top of Mt Opuq, recall the times when the whole country was known to the Ancient Greeks as Cymmeria, the land of the mysterious barbarians at the very edge of then known world. (Mt Opuq, Crimea)

9. Ruins of the watchtower of an Ancient Greek household, one of the dozens scattered around the modern city of Sevastopol. Greek settlers fortified their coastal homesteads against the Scythians living on the neighboring plains. (Sevastopol, Crimea)

10. A rounded niche carved in solid rock was originally an ancient wine-press used by the locals some two thousand years ago. Subsequent climate changes have made it impossible to grow grapes in this barren landscape. (Cymmericum Ancient Settlement, Mt Opuq, Crimea)

by Oleksa Haiworonski