She was one of the great female protagonists of the late-Renaissance art world. Forgotten in the 18th and 19th centuries, she was rediscovered in the 20th as a feminist icon.

Thirty paintings by Artemisia Gentileschi are on view at Rome’s Palazzo Braschi, in a major new exhibit running through May 7, 2017, that aims to showcase the female artist as a great painter — one of the most talented followers of Caravaggio.

The artist was born in Rome in 1593, daughter of the painter Orazio Gentileschi.

Orazio was a close friend and follower of the fiery Caravaggio — the inventor of the groundbreaking technique of chiaroscuro, light and darkness, that produced a new intensity and stark realism.

Long Seen As Victim, 17th Century Italian Painter Emerges As Feminist Icon

Images: Palazzo Braschi

Grief and Distress

The Prophet said, 

“Whoever was afflicted with grief and distress and says,

للَّهُمَّ إِنِّي عَبْدُكَ ابْنُ عَبْدِكَ ابْنُ أَمَتِكَ نَاصِيَتِي بِيَدِكَ، مَاض ٍ فِيَّ حُكْمُكَ، عَدْل ٌ فِيَّ قَضَاؤُكَ أَسْأَلُكَ بِكُلِّ اِسْمٍ هُوَ لَكَ سَمَّيْتَ بِه ِِ نَفْسَكَ أَوْ أَنْزَلْتَه ُُ فِي كِتَابِكَ، أَوْ عَلَّمْتَهُ~ُ أَحَدا ً مِنْ خَلْقِكَ أَوِ اسْتَأْثَرْتَ بِه ِِ فِي عِلْمِ الغَيْبِ عِنْدَكَ أَنْ تَجْعَلَ القُرْآنَ رَبِيْعَ قَلْبِي، وَنوْرَ صَدْرِي وَجَلَاءَ حُزْنِي وَذَهَابَ هَمِّي

O Allāh, I am Your servant, son of Your servant, son of Your maidservant, my forelock is in Your hand (i.e. You have total mastery over), Your command over me is forever executed and Your decree over me is just. I ask You by every name belonging to You which You named Yourself with, or revealed in Your Book, or You taught to any of Your creation, or You have preserved in the knowledge of the unseen with You, that You make the Qurʾān the life of my heart and the light of my breast, and a departure for my sorrow and a release for my anxiety.

Allaah will remove his grief and will change his sorrow into happiness.

The Companions said,‘O Messenger of Allāh! It befits us that we learn these words.’
He said ‘Yes, it befits the one who hears them to learn them.’

Al Fawaaid, (pg. 37)

The visitor came and he was most anxious to see the Poet of whom he had heard so much, but Shelley had disappeared. They sat down to the table without him. Suddenly one of the trio of ladies cried out, ‘Oh my gracious!’ and Mary, turning around, saw Shelley completely naked crossing the room and trying to hide behind the maidservant. 'Percy, how dare you!’ she cried, which was imprudent, for Shelley, considering himself unjustly attacked, abandoned his refuge and came up to the table to explain.
—  I finished reading Ariel Or The Life of Shelley today and apart from crying over Fanny Imlay, feeling bad for Harriet Shelley, and wanting to fight Byron and Percy, I came across a Very Important passage. Percy Shelley, ladies and gents. 
Elizabeth Báthory, the Blood Countess

Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed (7 August 1560 – 21 August 1614) was a Hungarian noblewoman and a serial killer. She has been labelled by Guinness World Records as the most prolific female murderer.  Báthory and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of young women. The highest number of victims cited during Báthory’s trial was 650.

The stories of her serial murders and brutality are verified by the testimony of more than 300 witnesses and survivors as well as physical evidence and the presence of horribly mutilated dead, dying and imprisoned girls found at the time of her arrest. She is often compared with Vlad III the Impaler of Wallachia.

According to all testimony, Báthory’s initial victims were the adolescent daughters of local peasants, many of whom were lured to castle by offers of well paid work as maidservants in the castle. Abductions were said to have occurred as well. The atrocities described most consistently included severe beatings, burning or mutilation of hands, biting the flesh off the faces, arms and other body parts, freezing or starving to death. The use of needles was also mentioned by the collaborators in court.

According to the testimony of the defendants, Elizabeth Báthory tortured and killed her victims not only at Csejte Castle (her wedding gift from her husband) but also on her properties in Sárvár, Németkeresztúr, Pozsony (today Bratislava), and Vienna, and elsewhere.

She was imprisoned in December 1609 within Csetje Castle, Upper Hungary (now in Slovakia), and held in solitary confinement in a room whose windows were walled up where she remained imprisoned until her death five years later.



Valery Jacobi: Ice House

Empress Anna Ioannovna lived for entertainment and some of its forms were nothing short of cruel. A great example of this is the story of her famous ice house. In winter 1739-1740 she ordered it built to celebrate her victory over the Otooman Empire. The palace was 20 meters tall and 50 meters wide, made of huge blocks of ice and designed by architect Peter Yeropkin. It was not merely a palace, but also an ice garden adhered to it, filled with ice trees, birds and even an ice elephant. The palace itself was richly furnished with ice furniture, including bed, mattress and pillows!

Thinking it a wonderful jape, Empress Anna ordered Prince Mikhail Galitzine, who had affronted her sentiments in the past, first to become a court jester, then selected for him a wife, an uncomely Kalmyk maidservant Avdotya. She forced the Prince to marry her and displayed the newlyweds in a procession where they rode an elephant, dressed as clowns. In the palace the newlyweds were closed naked into an icy nuptial chamber under heavy guard. The couple survived the night because the bride traded a pearl necklace with one of the guards for a sheepskin coat. They must have felt releived when the mean Empress died the following year.

Jamie was as much a sponge as his grandson, I reflected, watching him rootle about, completely naked and totally unconcerned about it. He took in everything, and seemed able to deal with whatever came his way, no matter how familiar or foreign to his experience. Maniac stallions, kidnapped priests, marriageable maidservants, headstrong daughters, and heathen sons-in-law … Anything he could not defeat, outwit, or alter, he simply accepted—rather like the sponge and its embedded shell.
Pursuing the analogy further, I supposed I was the shell. Snatched out of my own small niche by an unexpected strong current, taken in and surrounded by Jamie and his life. Caught forever among the strange currents that pulsed through this outlandish environment

The Fiery Cross

(When you are reading and found things like this that make a book worth it) 

Jerusalem reference found on ancient wine ledger

The Israel Antiquities Authority (IAA) seized the 2,700-year-old papyrus from thieves who had taken it from a desert cave near the Dead Sea.

Two lines in Hebrew detail the shipment of wine from the king’s household.

“From the king’s maidservant, from Na'arat, jars of wine, to Jerusalem,” it reads.

“The document represents extremely rare evidence of the existence of an organised administration in the Kingdom of Judah,” said Dr Eitan Klein of the IAA.

Archaeologists dated the 11cm by 2.5cm (4.3in by 1in) piece of papyrus to the 7th Century BC and say it is the earliest mention of the city of Jerusalem from a source other than the Bible. Read more.


Pairing: Ramsay/Reader
Based on this prompt from Anon.

A/N: Angst. Sounds of Torture.

As the water steamed around you, you were lost in your thoughts. Your maidservant, Lona, was busy scrubbing at your arms, and when the sound of your husband’s latest treasure began to scream, the sponge fell into the water.

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For International Women’s Day, I want to tell you a little story that I just wrote my art history paper on. 

This is Judith Slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi. It depicts the violence of two women decapitating Holofernes’ head (one of the general’s of the King Nebuchadnezzar’s army). Gentileschi is known for painting scenes during the 17th century Baroque movement that illustrated violence towards men. This is because whenever she was 18, she claimed to have been raped by one of her father’s colleagues at the university she studied art at. When she spoke out against him, the man went through trial but was never punished for his actions. Judith Slaying Holofernes is a story portrayed in the bible. At the time, the Assyrian army was about to destroy the town of Bethulia. Judith had snuck into his tent late at night with her maidservant, seduced him, got him drunk, and decapitated his head when he passed out. The next day, she had hung his head on the gates to the city showing that the entire Assyrian army couldn’t go further because of their dead general. Because of this action, Judith was seen as the city’s heroine. Gentileschi’s characteristics in this painting are shown to be very forceful and violent. She is telling this story out of anger through her experiences with men. To the audience, it shows that women (even religious ones) can be a lot more than what men can expect from them, and nothing is stopping them to get justice. And if you don’t think that is not just the most badass thing you’ve heard all day then I don’t know what is. 

Dua for relieving worries and distress

Narrated from Ibn Mas’ood (may Allaah be pleased with him): “There is no-one who is afflicted by distress and grief, and says:

اَللَّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ عَبْدُكَ، ابْنُ عَبْدِكَ، ابْنُ أَمَتِكَ، نَاصِيَتِيْ بِيَدِكَ، مَاضٍ فِيَّ حُكْمُكَ، عَدْلٌ فِيَّ قَضَاؤُكَ، أَسْأَلُكَ بِكُلِّ اسْمٍ هُوَ لَكَ، سَمَّيْتَ بِهِ نَفْسَكَ، أَوْ أَنْزَلْتَهُ فِيْ كِتَابِكَ، أَوْ عَلَّمْتَهُ أَحَدًا مِنْ خَلْقِكَ، أَوِ اسْتَأْثَرْتَ بِهِ فِيْ عِلْمِ الْغَيْبِ عِنْدَكَ، أَنْ تَجْعَلَ الْقُرْآنَ رَبِيْعَ قَلْبِيْ، وَنُوْرَ صَدْرِيْ، وَجَلاَءَ حُزْنِيْ، وَذَهَابَ هَمِّيْ.

‘O Allaah, I am Your servant, son of Your servant, son of Your maidservant, my forelock is in Your hand , Your command over me is forever executed and Your decree over me is just. I ask You by every name belonging to You which You named Yourself with, or revealed in Your Book, or You taught to any of Your creation, or You have preserved in the knowledge of the unseen with You, that You make the Quraan the life of my heart and the light of my breast, and a departure for my sorrow and a release for my anxiety.’

Let's talk about Ferid Bathory.

For those who don’t know, the name “Bathory” came from a old family of nobility in the Kingdom of Hungary, where there have been a lot of murders because of Elizabeth Bathory, who I think, was the inspiration for the name of our sadistic vampire.
Elizabeth Bathory was a sadistic, serial killer. She was famous for her liking in torture and sadism; Her favoritism was young girls (as vitims and also as lovers).

She was conceited and believed that virgin blood would make her younguer, this said, she aprisioned girls and bathed in their blood, also drunk it.
She had a lot of young girls as hers maidservants (who, initially, were her first victims), and she has a liking in biting them, scratch them with her long nails and drink their blood (sounds like a vampire for me). 

Sounds familiar huh?

Talking about same surname, sadism, preference in young people from the same gender, drinking blood, torture and nobility, I am pretty sure Ferid Bathory was (even if slightly) inspired by Elizabeth Bathory, the Bloody Countess.

Flora/Rhajat C-A supports

[Almost done with the diviners and my Flora claims in general! Seems like I saved the diviners for last. Anyway, so I really like Rhajat so my character bias may have shown…I apologize if she talks far more than Flora. And I hope the premise makes sense. I could see some tiny similarities between them so I tried to harness it. I hope it works, and hope you like it!]

C support:

Rhajat: Damn this. It isn’t practical. Not at all.

You there. Maidservant.

Flora: Hm? Do you mean me?

I do have a name.

Rhajat: That’s inconsequential to me.

Tell me, do you know magic?

Flora: If you would include hereditary powers, then yes.

Rhajat: And does it have…positive use?

Flora: Fairly often.

Rhajat: Hmph.

I may require some assistance.

Flora: I don’t mean to be rude, but I hardly even know you.

I don’t believe I’m under any obligation to assist you. You haven’t told me what you need.

Rhajat: That part is simple.

I have quite the affinity for dark arts. It’s a practice I’ve built up completely by my lonesome.

But this prowess is not…helpful. At least, it bears little practicality outside of battle.

It hardly affects me if someone doesn’t appreciate a curse. Curses have positive effects.

So I need assistance redirecting my magic to more positive uses.

Flora: There are mages in this army. As you said, I’m simply a maid.

I’m not sure I can help you.

Rhajat: You use ice magic, correct?

Flora: Yes.

Rhajat: I’ve seen your powers at work in recent battles.

You can use it for good and for evil, if you so choose.

Flora: I wouldn’t call fighting for survival ‘evil’.

Rhajat: That’s also of no interest to me.

Clearly you have knowledge of how to use your abilities for good and bad deeds.

That is what interests me.

Hoshidan mages are far too goody-goody for my tastes.

And fraternizing with Nohrian mages seems like an egregious use of my time.

Perhaps I should phrase this differently.

Would you help me…please?

Flora: I’m not even sure I can help.

Hoshidan magic is much more…organic and different than magic in Nohr.

It’s also something I was born with.

Oftentimes it’s more of a burden than a blessing.

I still don’t understand why you chose me more than anyone else, but you definitely will keep asking.

So I will help you as best I can.

Rhajat: Excellent.

I will return here tomorrow and await your return.

I do not like to be kept waiting, maidservant.

*Rhajat leaves*

Flora: This is unnecessarily troublesome.

B support:

Flora: Um…What was your name?

Rhajat: It’s of no importance to you. This is all we will be doing.

Telling you my name would only complicate matters.

I know not the extent of your magic.

Flora: I’ve already told you, I thought.

Rhajat: I refuse to chance it.

So, how do we proceed?

What is a good use for magic such as mine?

Flora: Well, you could fix some broken dishes.

Believe me, there are plenty.

Rhajat: Sounds useless.

This is but a meager use of my talents.

Flora: It’s a good start if you want to do good deeds.

Rhajat: Fine, I will play your insipid games.

*screen transition*

Flora: These seem to be finished.

Let’s make sure they’re not cracked.

*plate crashing sound*

It just shattered in my hand!

Did you cast your magic on it properly?

Rhajat: How am I to know?

This is just futile.

To be bested by even the most basic of tasks.

Contemptible plates, why won’t you surrender to my magic?

Flora: It’s all right. One failure shouldn’t get you down.

Rhajat: It’s much more than one simple failure.

It’s…perplexing to only be satisfactory at one thing.

I can not properly summon minions. I can not reverse damage.

I feel…discouraged.

I will leave you now.

Thank you for your cooperation so far.

*Rhajat leaves*

Flora: Hm. She may be a bit demanding and rude…

But she’s still a child.

Maybe I should fix this.

A support:

Flora: Rhajat!

Rhajat: Maidservant. I never told you my name.

Who told you? I will curse them to an unending thirst.

Flora: I just asked around. But that isn’t important.

Wait, are those plates? I’ve seen those plates.

They were broken the other day. You fixed them!

Rhajat: So it would seem.

In the time since we’ve seen each other, I managed to determine how much casting I should do before the plate would stay.

I simply would not settle for less than perfect.

Flora: Well, that’s good.

I thought I would have to motivate you.

I’m so glad you didn’t give up.

Rhajat: You…are?

Flora: Yes, I am.

In your place, I might have given up.

I know what it’s like to have one thing you’re good at and nothing outside of it.

You say you’ve seen my ice powers in action. It’s to compensate for my lack of physical ability.

Rhajat: That seems just fine to me.

I obviously see no benefit in brute force of any kind.

Magic is a low contact practice.

That is why I admire your multipurpose use of it.

Flora: I can admire that you want to make a change.

Others could learn from your example.

Rhajat: Urgh…this positive reinforcement…it’s disturbing.

Flora: Well, since you’ve gotten plates down, perhaps you could put them away as well.

Rhajat: This feels so much like I’m completing your tasks for you.

Flora: Not at all. Think of the uses being able to move something without touching it would bring you.

Rhajat: Yes…I could disrupt my enemy’s entire pattern and make them more susceptible to my darkness, piece by piece….


Flora: On second thought, perhaps we should do something else.


Understudy Love: Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (Original Broadway Production) 

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Later, when they had made their back to the surface and her anger had cooled, the princess took the girl aside and sat her down. “Elia, this must end,” she told her. “We are not in Dorne now. You are not with your sisters, and this is not a game. I want your word that you will play the maidservant until we are safely back at Sunspear. I want you meek and mild and obedient. You need to hold your tongue. I’ll hear no more talk of Lady Lance or jousting, no mention of your father or your sisters. The men that I must treat with are sellswords. Today they serve this man who calls himself Jon Connington, but come the morrow they could just as easily serve the Lannisters. All it takes to win a sellsword’s heart is gold, and Casterly Rock does not lack for that. If the wrong man should learn who you are, you could be seized and held for ransom–“

“No,” Elia broke in. You’re the one they’ll want to ransom. You’re the heir to Dorne, I’m just a bastard girl. Your father would give a chest of gold for you. My father’s dead.”

“Dead, but not forgotten,” said Arianne, who had spent half her life wishing Prince Oberyn had been her father. “You are a Sand Snake, and Prince Doran would pay any price to keep you and your sisters safe from harm.” That made the child smile at least. “Do I have your sworn word? Or must I send you back?”

“I swear.” Elia did not sound happy.

“On your father’s bones.”

“On my father’s bones.” ― Arianne II, The Winds of Winter.

anonymous asked:

How do I properly observe the Sabbath?

I usually study or just sleep on the sabbath, and have your meals prepared before the sabbath if you’re going to eat. The sabbath is Friday sundown to Saturday sundown. 🙌🏽

Exodus 20:8 - Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. Exodus 20:10 - But the seventh day [is] the sabbath of the LORD thy God: [in it] thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that [is] within thy gates: