greek keys

Vagina Care post

I’ve gotten a lot of messages on vaginal care, do’s and don’ts etc. so I’m just going to make a general post of how to take care of your vajayjay (feel free to add on). 

 1. Do not shove anything that isn’t supposed to be in your vagina in your vagina. Your vagina practically does all the work for you, all you have to do is wash it with warm water. Stay away from douches, vagina soap, vaginal deodorants, regular soap, (I’ve heard of girls shoving yogurt and fruits directly in their vagina to keep it fresh?) major no no. Save the vagina food storage for when it’s needed during the zombie apocalypse. 

 2. Eating fruits, vegetables, cranberry juice AND GREEK YOGURT are major keys to balancing your ph which is great for vaginal odor and taste. But if your vagina doesn’t smell or taste like a edible arrangement that’s okay! Nothing is wrong with your vagina. Some girls say that their vaginas taste like freshly cut pineapples after eating pineapples and some girls say their vagina tastes and smell just like a vagina even after stuffing up on pineapples. To each is their own vag.

 a. There is no scientific evidence that your vagina taste sweeter because of fruits and veggies (side note: a “sweet” vagina can sometimes mean diabetes) 

b. A vagina with a balanced ph is naturally tasteless. 

 3. If you don’t want to shave your vagina hair you definitely don’t have to by any means. However, a trimmed vagina decreases vaginal odor, it’s easier to clean during your menstruation, decrease in the amount of dirt and bacteria trapped in hairs. But if you think you smell fine and or have found a balance to maintaining the smell and taking care of your hairs, cornrow your vag hair if you like, shit it’s your body. 

 4. Wear cotton underwear, the thinness allows your vagina to breath. For a happier vagina don’t even wear underwear. My gyno recommended going commando after your day is over and you’re relaxing at home so your vagina is free to live and explore the world. 

 5. Kegals. You gotta keep ya thing tight for bladder control and so ya partner can chase ya waterfalls during intercourse if you know what I mean *wink *wink 💦💦💦 

 6. For all my freak a leaks out there do not switch to vaginal inter course after anal (and if you do switch condoms). This increases your chance of a UTI due to the bacteria from your feces (yes bitch your feces) easily traveling to your vagina. Pee after sex and get all those toxins out of your life girl. 

 7. I can’t stress this enough go to your annual check ups and don’t lie to your doctors! They’re not there to judge, they’re there to make sure your ass is being a healthy hoe. That’s all I can think of for now babes. Feel free to add on. Bless up

Okay people explain a lot of Greek myths on this site to make a bit more sense by giving some context for the original version or the society they were told in. So the stories don’t sound so out of nowhere in some details. What I want to know is: when Rhea gave a rock in swaddling clothes to Cronus instead of a baby, and he ate it anyway and was like, ok, baby eaten, done now, how did a rock pass as a baby? Like, there are key differences between rocks and babies and… I know he was swallowing them whole because eventually he barfs them up whole and then they overthrow him, just like what happens with all teenagers and their dads.

But still, there’s a difference between a rock and a baby, several differences, and I feel like maybe an animal in swaddling clothes would have done the whole moves/makes noise stuff he expected from babies, or even a doll stuffed with sand would have been more convincing than a rock, and both those options sound more “Greek myth-ish” than “dress up a rock like a petrified Cabbage Patch Kid.” So is there some sort of symbolism to it being a rock? Was “rock” something different in an earlier version? If the Titans were pre-Olympian religious figures in a previously existing Titan worship religion is the story just weird because it’s a patched-in story for how one pantheon rose over the other? Is this some sort of really funny Greek wordplay joke about rocks that was lost in translation? Or was Cronus just… not good at… knowing the difference between a rock and a baby?

First American Troops Arrive in France

A General Motors ambulance boxed for shipment to Europe.

May 26 1917, St. Nazaire–Pershing’s American Expeditionary Force of regular soldiers had been announced just over a week earlier, and they were already preparing to leave for France.  Before them, however, the US Army began sending over medical personnel, who could start helping the war effort even sooner, without raising any thornier political issues of command or geography.  The first contingent arrived in Ireland on May 18, and on May 26 the first arrived in France, the first of six base hospitals to be sent.  By the end of the month, over 1300 US Army personnel were in France, the first of the over two million that would eventually be sent.

Today in 1916: Greeks Surrender Key Border Fort to Bulgarians
Today in 1915:  Italians Reach Isonzo River After Days of Delays

Sources include: US Army Medical Department; Randal Gray, Chronicle of the First World War.

It’s been awhile since I’ve updated.

So I moved.

… and the entrance to my apartment is tiled with the Greek key design– which I couldn’t believe and thought wow, this is promising. I think that’s a sign? what are the odds.

my friend gave me a book of poetry a couple days ago, the first one about Hermes (she knows I’m a hellenist, but didn’t know that’s how the book started)

I had an interview today in a place that shares the same Latin root word as Mercury, and nearby it I saw a little plaque of Athena

Also, I really screwed up the application for that interview because I was nervous / suck at reading and thought, “god I don’t want them to see this app, please” AND THEY ACTUALLY LOST MY APPLICATION within the 30 minutes I waited. Bless you Hermes. So we just winged the interview

It’s amazing finding/ feeling the gods in these unexpected places



Royal Tiara Challenge 2017

Day 27: Favorite Meander/Greek Key Tiara

The Prussian Meander Kokoshnik

I had a hard time finding a tiara I liked because I’m not the biggest fan of the Meander / Greek Key motif if I’m being honest with you guys. I do, however, like kokoshnik tiaras, as I’ve said before. The Prussian Meander Kokoshnik combines the two in a way I still find attractive. It’s a rather large tiara, but it avoids the overbearing, heavy feeling with the intricate lattice work in the center. The lattice work is so small it looks like the diamonds are floating, as if by magic. A true fairytale tiara. 

Greek Gothic
  • Your keys were here just a second ago. You put them down on the table, turned your back for a moment, and now they’re gone. “The house spirits don’t want you to leave,” your mother says. “Leave out some honey for them. Maybe you can negotiate.” You do as you’re told, before they take something more precious from you.
  • You’re walking back from the olive grove along the dusty road that leads to the village proper. The sun is setting and the warm breeze rustles the reeds beside you. The rustling continues when the wind stops. You feel their gaze on you and look over to see them: black figures with no discernible features, watching without eyes from their place among the tall grasses. Never play in the reeds, you were always cautioned. Now you know why.
  • Tourists ignore the ruins behind your home. They aren’t beautiful, not preserved or retouched like the Acropolis. They are bitter reminders of a fallen civilization, smashed into the earth by hundreds of invaders over time. This temple is scarred and desecrated. The air sparks with the anger of the ancient gods.
  • Fresh spring water trickles down the mountain, chittering and babbling. You stop to take a drink and notice a small child playing nearby. The child beckons you to follow it up the stream, and you do, until the creek gets wider and deeper and the rocks become treacherous and you realize there was no child. You’re knee-deep and alone.
  • The caves are a shelter, you’ve always been told. The caves are where your ancestors hid from the Turks, where brave priests preserved our language and traditions by teaching them to daring children in the middle of the night. When the moon rises, you can still hear their whispering. 
  • The parties run late. The music echoes from the town center as you leave the orange glow of the festival behind, chased by drunken British schoolboys on their spring break. You weave through the twisting alleys of the village until you reach the sea. The Aegean is a friend. She will gladly swallow them. 
  • A deep melancholy has taken you. Your body is weak right down to your bones. Your grandmother, dressed all in black, gives you a necklace bearing a bright blue eye. She spits on you, then gathers the women in the garden for murmured prayers. Together, they chase away the Evil Eye. 
  • Families huddle in the cement skeleton of an unfinished construction project, making a post-apocalyptic city out of a forgotten foreign investment. A message has been spray-painted onto the crumbling wall: “ΔΕΝ ΠΑΡΑΔΙΔΟΝΤΑΙ ΠΟΤΕ”. Never surrender
Soulmate AU (P.1)

 Namjoon exhales deeply as he looks up at the giant letters running across the top of the tattoo parlor,  Seoul Ink Tattoo Studio. He collects himself and walks into the shop. As he walks up to the desk Kil Jun looks up and smiles.

“NamJoon? I didn’t think you’d actually show! It’s good to see you man!” Kil Jun exclaims cheerfully, as he stands from his seat and shakes Namjoon’s hand.

Namjoon chuckles lightly, “I thought about canceling if I’m being honest, but I didn’t wanna puss out.”

Kil Jun laughs, “You never have been one to do that!”

Kil Jun looks the tall man up and down, taking in the dark clothing and died blonde hair. He shakes his head and then walks from behind the desk. He motions Namjoon to follow him as he takes him back into the private tattoo room. Namjoon sits down on the reclined black leather seat while Kil Jun puts on some gloves and organizes some of the inks on his cart.

“Any idea what you want?” Kil Jun asks as he sits on his stool and scoots up to Namjoon, dragging his ink cart behind him.

“Something bad-ass. You know how management is. Nothing too dramatic, but something good.” Namjoon replies with a light shrug.

“Yo, I think I got the perfect design for you. I was working on it last week, but haven’t stumbled upon someone it’ll fit with… Until now.”  

After two and a half hours of discomfort, black ink, and an insufferable buzzing, A dragon of medium width and intricate designs wraps around Namjoon’s bicep. It started a little on the shoulder and swirled around his arm until the skin right before his elbow.  As Kil Jun washed and wrapped up the new tattoo that graced Namjoon’s slightly red and swollen skin he smiled proudly.

“I think this is one of my best works yet.” Kil Jun beamed.

“It looks dope as fuck man.” Namjoon replied smiling widely, unable to peel his eyes away from his inked arm.

“Thanks man, gotta save the best work for the best customers.” Kil Jun replied.

Namjoon smirked, “Damn right.”

Kil Jun chuckled and removed his gloves. He threw them into the trash and stood up. As he pulled the stool and ink tray away from the seat Namjoon stood and stretched. He let out a low grunt as he did and then followed Kil Jun to the front of the studio once more. Namjooon goes to pull out his wallet, but Kil Jun stops him.

“Hey I already had management pay. It was half price for them. I mean you trusted me to ink up your body and I could have drawn a huge ass dick… So don’t even worry about it.”

Namjoon laughs and shakes his head as he slips his wallet back in to his back pocket.

After a couple more minutes of small talk and shared laughs,  Namjoon exits the studio. His brain is thinking back to when BTS was still together. He would have never thought back then that he would be getting a tattoo, but now that they had all begun to pursue different careers in the arts a tattoo was something Namjoon had been looking forward to. Namjoon heads down the street towards the corner and hails a taxi. Once inside he gives the man driving his studio address and leans back in the seat. 

He pays the driver and get’s out of the vehicle. He sighs and makes his way up the steps and into his studio. After locking himself in the dark room for hours all he can get in one progression of chords and the line Naneun neoreul chingu isangeuro saenggakae, and girl all I wanna do is spend time with you everyday. 

The lyrics circled through his brain and before he knew it he woke up. His head was shoved against the many buttons and nobs on the table. He sat up right, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth and looking around to analyze his surroundings. He slowly pushed himself away from the soundboard in his black leather swivel chair. Thankful that his past self anticipated this exact situation, he stands and crosses the little bit of floor left in order to get to a small closet. He opens the sliding door and grabs out a simple black Versace Crystal Lights cotton shirt with matching Versace skinny jeans, Versace Greek Key Sunglasses and a nice black and grey cotton and silk blend beanie. 

He didn’t have to look in a mirror to know he looked good. Black had always Namjoon’s colour and for some reason on this very day, he was feeling it.  

He didn’t have many plans, but he knew the coffee shop down the street was a must. He had been eyeing the barista there for quite sometime and honestly thought today would be the day he got to speak to her.

As he left the studio, he slipped in some ear buds and walked towards the café. It was a gloomy day and the clouds hid the sun with great ability. Despite the “ugly” day, the air was fresh and crisp which was pleasing to his aesthetic searching eyes.

Everything seemed to fall into place. The music, the people, clothing, everything was where it needed to be and as he stepped up to the cafe doors he smiled. He removed his ear buds and walked happily to the counter. His dimples on full blast.

His eyes were focused only on the barista, that is until a female of short stature and slightly rounded figure bumps into him lightly. “I’m so so sorry!” the female exclaims hurriedly as she bows, and dashes out the doors.

That is all it took. Namjoon called out an ‘It’s okay!’, but the girl was already out the door. Namjoon debated mentally on chasing her, until it was too late to do anything. As he stood in the middle of the walk way, obviously shook, the barista he had come to see called out to him. “Sir? Are you okay?” he nodded in response, shook his head lightly and walked up to the counter. The whole time he was practically pleading with whatever higher being it was to allow him to see the rushed girl once more.

Lucky for him 3 days later he runs into her once more. He can’t bring himself to speak to her, but God does he want to. Ever since the first day he had seen here he felt whole. He didn’t understand it. His heart was just happy. It was full. The girl honestly wasn’t even his type, but for some reason with this one it did not matter. Their second meeting at the cafe was one of awkward stares and small smiles. She recognized him, but didn’t speak either. She once caught him staring and her blush was the most communication they would have that day.

Seven days later Namjoon was blessed with the pleasure of standing behind her in the line at the cafe. When she went to pay Namjoon gently stopped her and offered his own money instead. She bowed and profusely thanked him, after he refused to take no for an answer. This was when he felt slight itching and discomfort on his arm where his tattoo was. He brushed it off and smiled at her. She went to sit down and wait for her order. The barista called her name once her drink was finished, but she was too engrossed in a thick hard back book to even notice. Namjoon smirked and asked to borrow a marker from the barista. He scribbled his number on the cup and walked it over to her. She still didn’t look up, but when she did she noticed the digits scrawled across the cup sloppily and looked across the cafe to smile lightly at Namjoon. 

That night Namjoon actually traveled to his home for a night in. A much deserved one at that. His first stop was the shower. He locked his front door and made a bee-line for the bathroom. Once inside he shut the door and began running the bath water. He swiftly removed his expensive graphic tee and threw it in the bathroom corner. He looked at himself with disappointment in the mirror. Then he remembered the discomfort he had earlier at the cafe and turned his arm to look at his tattoo. His eyes widened as he saw the ink on his skin was no longer a dragon. It was a vase. An intricate coiled vase with two flowers leaning over the sides. One was a gray orchid with a purple tint and the other was a vibrant pink aster. They were on opposite sides of the vase, but they were close enough that the stems seemed to be attached somehow. 

He was taken aback. He scratched at the ink aggressively, hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him he blinked multiple times. He rubbed at them in shock. Nothing. Not a thing changed. He quickly stripped off his pants and underwear. He took a deep breath and sunk into the hot water of the tub. He tried to clear his mind and convince himself that he was just seeing things. After a while of laying in the water, he had done just that. But when he ran the soapy sponge along his body, rinsed off, and noticed it still there he almost screamed. Partly in frustration, partly in discomfort, and partly in fear. Instead he growled out an angry “What the fuck?” as he stood and stepped out of the bath. 

With a towel wrapped around his waist he left the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. He opened up the pantry and reached to the top to grab out the tall skinny bottle labeled Seagram’s Gin. He poured some into a nice glass and sat down at his kitchen bar. With a sigh he took a long swig. 

“Namjoon, this okay. Just breathe. It’s still a nice tattoo… No matter how illogical it may be that this is happening.” he spoke out loud to himself and his empty home. 

With a deep exhale, he shot back the rest of the gin in his cup and put it away. After he got dressed he went right to bed. Hoping to wake up more relaxed the next morning. And he did. The rain was beating down harshly on the roof of his apartment building and as much as he originally wanted to stay in bed, the text on his phone had no problem changing his mind. 

Uh, this is the girl from the cafe. Your number was scribbled on my cup. 

Namjoon smiled widely and answered back quickly. 

Hey, my name is Namjoon. 

As soon as the message was sent, the beautiful girl was already responding. 

Thank you for buying me my coffee and being so nice about me bumping into you last week. I was in such a rush and I felt so bad. 

He smiled at his phone.

It’s okay, it’s not everyday such a beautiful woman bumps into me at my favourite coffee shop. 

Oh, wow, uhm thank you! That is extremely sweet to say. 

It is just honest. I mean I wrote my number on your cup in hopes of receiving a message just like this one. :)

Oh, I bet you do stuff like that all the time! 

No, actually, I just couldn’t resist with you. I know this is really weird to say, but as soon as I saw you I felt liked I’d known you forever. 

Namjoon hit send before he could regret saying something so blunt, but it didn’t take long before worry set in. He could see the message had been read, but it had been a few minutes without getting a response. Namjoon face palmed and groaned at his awkwardness. 

Sorry, I’m just now answering back! My phone died and I couldn’t find my charger! 

His heart dropped, but then his phone buzzed again. 

I know that is a lame excuse, but I promise it’s the truth. I uhm, I’ll buy you a coffee to make up for it? 

How about I buy you coffee, but you show up at the cafe with intentions on actually talking to me? 

He smiled at her text and his response. Smooth RM smooth. He thought happily to himself. 

Haha, okay I will see you in an hour then?

Sure! Absolutely. 

With a happy heart and a stomach full of butterflies Namjoon crawled out of bed and all but skipped to his closet. An hour later he is seated at a table in the back corner of the cafe waiting for the girl. 

His arm began to itch and right before his hand reached his bicep he stopped. The tattoo. He got up and went to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and lifted his shirt sleeve to look at the tattoo. He watched in amazement as the vibrant pink aster darkened in colour and then turned to a dull grey.  He didn’t know what the colour change meant but it made him nervous. He began panicking slightly. ‘What do I do? What do I do?’ he mumbled hurriedly. He stopped his pacing and looked into the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair. Nodded an affirmation at his reflection and walked back into the cafe just as the girl was walking in. 

Her eyes scanned the room and when they landed on him Namjoon could have sworn that time had stopped. Her whole face lit up with her smile and he couldn’t help but to smile back. She walked cheerfully towards him and bowed. 

“Hello again!” 

Namjoon grinned stupidly his dimples showing excessively, “Hey you!” he replied before awkwardly gesturing towards the area he had been seated at previously. As he made his way to the second chair at the table he stumbled over a rug and fell. Almost. With the many years of practice he had, he caught himself. He steadied his body and exhaled in defeat. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m a bit of a klutz.”

She giggled and told him it was okay. 






Rule: Tag 10 people you want to know better°

🌸Tag by @bitter-n-alone @iimanunicorn and @xxcalorinaxx 🌸Tag: @aless-chan @neiropun @chanukzqwp @ieda-chan
❤birthday:Feb 14(valentine day)
❤Gender: Cupid
❤Relationship status: taken my mob psycho100
❤Favorite color: Pastel and dark color
❤Pet: i have 5 dogs mostly Chihuahuas
❤ wake up at: 5 or 6 am
❤Love or lust: idk
❤Favorite food: Greek yogurt Key lime pie
❤met a celebrity: my life(nobodyXD)
❤ last song i listen to: 99 by choir 99(mob psycho100) ❤First kiss: nah fam
❤Tall or short: short

Wonderfully Royal has graciously allowed me to host the Royal Tiara Challenge this year.  If you would like to look back at last year’s or perhaps still participate in it search the tag #RoyalTiaraChallenge16.  This year’s challenge will begin on February 1st and is a mix of old and new prompts.  Everyone’s welcome to participate even if it’s only for part of it.  Please use the tag #RoyalTiaraChallenge17

  1. Favorite Amethyst Tiara
  2. Favorite Aquamarine Tiara
  3. Favorite Emerald Tiara
  4. Favorite Pearl Tiara
  5. Favorite Ruby Tiara
  6. Favorite Sapphire Tiara
  7. Favorite Turquoise Tiara
  8. Favorite Tiara Made From Unusual Materials
  9. Favorite Belgian Tiara
  10. Favorite British Tiara
  11. Favorite Danish Tiara
  12. Favorite Dutch Tiara
  13. Favorite Japanese Tiara
  14. Favorite Jordanian Tiara
  15. Favorite Liechtenstein Tiara
  16. Favorite Luxembourgian Tiara
  17. Favorite Monegasque Tiara
  18. Favorite Moroccan Tiara
  19. Favorite Norwegian Tiara
  20. Favorite Spanish Tiara
  21. Favorite Swedish Tiara
  22. Favorite Thai Tiara
  23. Favorite Fringe Tiara
  24. Favorite Floral Tiara
  25. Favorite Wreath Tiara (ivy, laurel, myrtle, olive, vine)
  26. Favorite Kokoshnik Tiara
  27. Favorite Meander/Greek Key Tiara
  28. Favorite “Lost” Tiara
  29. Favorite Non-Royal Tiara
  30. Favorite Tiara Appearance of 2016

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Iliad/The 100 Theory

Note: this will be painfully long

I don’t know if I’m making it up or if the authors wanted to play a strange twist, becoming lovers of ancient epic, but that’s it.

So, Gina gave Bellamy Homer’s Iliad. This book is mentioned twice in the third season. If the writers wanted to show a simple gift, Gina would have given Bellamy any greek myth but instead she chose the Iliad and accidentally Bellamy’s journey reconnects perfectly with Achilles. For those unaware, Achilles is a hero of Greek mythology, one of the main protagonists, heroes and warriors of the Iliad written by Homer. Obviously, I do not think the authors have plagiarized the whole poem but at this point I am convinced that they were inspired by this to retrace Bellamy’s journey in Season 3.

I will use images from the movie Troy, so you can easily target my theory. 

Let’s start with Bellamy = Achilles

Achilles is one of the most complicated characters of mythological history and despite being extremely devoted to his people, is both salvation and ruin of its people. Bellamy has put a strain on the skikru this season, although he was convinced to do the good of his people. Bellamy may be either the salvation or the destruction of skikru. Don’t you remember what Kane said? “Bellamy is the key.” The Greek army is still mixed and divided from the inside before the wrath of Achilles. This makes me think about Pike and about the fact that his ideas have taken the field in Arkadia, torn between hatred for the Grounders and the desire to make peace. Alie also takes part in this conflict. Alie is perhaps the Greek gods who want to use the war in whatever way they want, using their powers. 

What is the characteristic feature of Achilles? The heel. Achilles, at birth, is dipped in the River Styx to make him invulnerable, and being held for a heel, only the heel remains vulnerable. In the modern critics, the heel is the weak point of a person, the most hidden, secret and vulnerable part. What is Bellamy’s heel aka his weakness? Answer yourself.

Other reason. This one is a bit imaginative so be careful.

Roan = Paris

So, I realized that the main reason that Roan was exiled by his people is to be connected to Luna. Why? ‘Cause there’s a reason for Roan to be banished by his people, an important reason, a reason that has led his own mother to exile his son and heir to the throne. A pattern that also implies Lexa, because she knew the reason and could dissolve his exile. This issue emerged in 302, it can’t be highlighted and then forgotten. Now, what I suppose is the fact that the only reason why Nia could have decided to exile her son was because Roan had a relationship with someone who was enemy to the Ice Nation. Yes, I know you always fall back on the usual clichés of love, but anything is possible, right? Luna also did something that made her turn away from her people, from trikru, from Lexa (with which most likely had a bond, since Lexa didn’t want to kill her), from the possibility of being commander. We know that Roan will return in future episodes and we know that the last episodes will focus mainly on Luna. Why not imagine a connection between Roan and Luna? Why not think that the track contained in the soundtrack of the third season (Luna’s sorrow) reconnects to love’s sorrow?

Now, why is Roan –> Paris? Paris is the son of a king, Roan the son of a queen. Both, although they would do anything for their people, did something that brought them to ruin and have endangered their clan. Paris kidnapped Helen, Roan was banished. Why? Banishment caused by and for Luna? Does Helen represents Luna?

Now, let’s go to the parallel between Roan and Bellamy.

In the myth, Paris, aware of the weakness of the hero, killed Achilles with an arrow to the heel. We can do a physical and emotional comparison to that.



Roan affects Bellamy with his weak point. Kidnaps and threatens to kill Clarke, Bellamy’s heel.

Now follow me step by step, because otherwise you’ll miss it. Remember these are just my assumptions, nothing else.

The Iliad is based on a war that lasted 10 years, the war between the Trojans and the Greek people. An endless war, full of pitfalls and false peaces. Sounds familiar?

The poem begins with the war already underway, during the 10th year. Now the poem explained what the cause of the war was and I guess this is related to the second season. In the poem, Achilles is subject to Agamemnon, his king, even if he hates him but the two are united to defeat the enemy locked behind the walls of Troy. Agamemnon and Achilles make common front to defeat an enemy. Sounds familiar? Didn’t Lexa and Bellamy made common cause to defeat Mount Weather, barricaded behind its impenetrable walls?

That’s why:
Agamemnon, king of the Greeks (of all the peoples of Greece) = Lexa, commander of Grounders (of all Grounders Clans)

Briseis/Chryseis = Clarke

Briseis was a Lyrnessus princess. During the Trojan War, Achilles captured and took her as a slave and mistress. Chryseis is a slave of Agamemnon, that he has taken over as prey of war and refuses to return to her father Crise. Apollo unleashes a plague among the greek army, and to stop it Agamemnon was forced to give her up; in return, however, he claims to have Briseis.

Often, in the criticism of the epic the two figures of these women are confused. I now believe that both women are being merged into one and represent Clarke. Clarke is often remembered as Princess/Queen/wanheda but mostly she’s the daughter of two important people of the Ark and of a former chancellor. Briseis and Achilles came from two different people. Although Clarke and Bellamy are both sky people, they come from two different social classes. Clarke is literally kidnapped by Lexa and then stays in Polis, under the guise of the ambassador figure.

In Homer’s Iliad Briseis is described as a beautiful maiden, sad for the death of her loved ones and yet in love with Achilles, who loves her in return. Despite the love for Briseis, Achilles gets carried away by pride and hatred, and works by killing and going to war.

Ovid writes that Briseis says that after the death of his loved ones Achilles has become her lord, her husband and her brother and that without him, life has no meaning for her. Isn’t Bellamy this and much more to Clarke? Clarke has proven over and over that she cannot live without Bellamy.

The soothsayer Calchas reveals to Agamemnon that the plague would only end with the return of Chryseis. Doesn’t Clarke’s return mark an end of the plague and a new beginning for Bellamy? Bellamy is healing and fight for his friends. Coincidence?

Another reference taken from the Book of Greek Myths -> “when Crise (father of Chryseis) came to the camp to rescue Chryseis, Agamemnon led Zeus to cast him out with hurtful words” -> Abby wants to rescue Clarke in 3x03 but Lexa holds her there as an ambassador.

Patroclus = Gina

Patroclus is according to many versions, Achille’s friend/lover. Patroclus is killed by Hector and this unleashes the wrath of Achilles. Gina, Bellamy’s girlfriend, is killed by the Ice Nation/Emerson = Trojans/Hector. Bellamy, like Achilles, goes mad with rage and massacres Grounders/Trojans, hitting whoever happens to his way. Uncontrollable anger that unleashes the fury and the hero is no longer a hero. Bellamy slaughters an army of Grounders and become an enemy in 305. Now we know that Emerson and Bellamy have a pending conflict and that sooner or later they will face it (ok, let’s say in the 3x12). Emerson is the main architect of Gina’s death. Can we compare Emerson to Hector? We know that Achilles kills Hector in a duel. What if Bellamy kills Emerson?

side note: Among his many victims, Achilles leaves alive the young chief Asteropaios, from which, however, was wounded in the arm. Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t Indra the only survivor with a broken arm?

Additional notes:
Myrmidons = The 100/Delinquents
They were an ancient people of Thessaly Fthiotida and Achilles was their king and he took them with him, in large numbers, in the Trojan War. Described with blind obedience to Achilles’s orders.
The Delinquents has been the people subject to Bellamy. Weren’t they ready to do anything for their leader?

Ulysses = Murphy
What if Murphy proves to be the hero of the situation by discovering a way to destroy the City of Light, as Odysseus did with the Trojan horse?


Ok, most likely I will have missed a lot of things, because I studied it many years ago, and I hope you correct me if I’m wrong, but the coincidences are too many, don’t you think? Let me know your thoughts.

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