One of the most prominent myths told by Australian aborigines about the platypus is that, back in the Dreaming, the platypus, believed to be a hybrid of a duck and a water rat, was pressured by the other animals to join one of their groups.  Since he shared features with all of them, the birds, land animals, and water animals all courted the platypus, struggling to persuade him to ally with them.  But in the end, the platypus chose none of them.  He declared he did not need to be part of a group to be special.

Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine. […] So that science that was to teach me everything ends up in a hypothesis, that lucidity founders in metaphor, that uncertainty is resolved in a work of art.
—  Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.
The Marriage of the Sky and the Sea: Visayan Creation Myths

Premium Article Preview: In a terrible anger, the sky god Kaptan hurled lightning bolts at his children, creating a copper moon and a starry sky. These creation myths of the Visayans not only tell the story of how the world was created and how humanity came into existence, they also describe the first death, war, social classes, and race. Guest author Martini Fisher reveals mythological tales of the Visayans.

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sacrifice, she thinks. do you know what it means?

she stands, the water sprays her and there’s nothing to keep her company on this cliff except for the wind and her chains. she is naked and cold and unembarrassed because she refuses to be sorry for her decisions, she refuses to die bitter at what her mother’s boasts have cost her. she gave up herself for a parent, a family, a kingdom she loves. she will not die a helpless maiden, but a choice willingly made.

it’s not so bad, in the end. she was promised to her uncle, at least this way, she could make her own choice.

and then he shows up.

his hair is swept back and his eyes are sea green and she spits at him in her mind, while smiling sweetly and tragically. if she accepts the help of this hero, after he succeeds – and he will, they always do, she will be his to claim forever. she is lucky enough in the first place he deemed her worthy enough to save, a pretty face to keep as a souvenir for this bloody trip. help me, she says through gritted teeth. despite everything, she does not want to die.

look away, he says, and he pulls out her head, the gorgon. andromeda shuts her eyes not out of fear but out of despair, two begotten women stand face to face on a cliff, a beautiful man and a monster in between them. one dead, one alive, and they understand each other. centuries of pain bubble up, medusa is tricked into the temple and punished because of it, but poseidon gets away scot free, why do girls continue to arm themselves against one another instead of against the common enemy? why do the nereids stand by serene and calm as their father’s monster almost tear the princess to pieces? we wait for the prince to intervene and we do not let ourselves consider the medusa option, andromeda’s mother only values her daughter’s beauty in comparison to someone else, we pit ourselves against one another, and what for? what for?

i am sick of the fighting, i do not see how arachne had to be better than athena for her weaving to be beautiful, i do not understand why athena had to challenge and turn her into a spider for being so. girls are paintings, music, song and poetry and murals and colour in every corner of the world, girls are art, without having to paint over somebody else.

i want a girl on the throne who didn’t walk on the backs of others to get there.

anonymous asked:

*POOF* Leon and Scorpio's hands *and lips* are glued together!!

From up in the heavens the King sees what has just happened.“This has the potential the be quite funny, but not if they can’t speak!” *snap and the gods lips become unstuck from each other; however, their hands remained glued together* “Let the entertainment begin!”

“Ugh. Nasty… Why do I have to be stuck, holding hands, with this stupid lion?! I’d rather face the harshest punishment than to make the slightest physical contact with him. You better not use your damn powers on me.” 

“Ugh, disgusting. Why am I stuck to this foul-mouthed Scorpion?! And me use my powers on you? Please, I should be worried about YOU reading my mind. You better keep out.”

“Or perhaps, this is the perfect opportunity to insult you without having to move my mouth and no one else will be the wiser to what I am saying. And you can’t do anything but listen to my thoughts,” Leon’s lips curl into a wicked smirk, pleased with his plan, “Yes this is perfect.“ 

“Hmph. I’d like to see you try, if you dare. Let’s see how this will end for you. You know what? Listening to your horribly lame insults is nothing as long as you don’t use your disgusting powers on me.” 


M Y T H S: Penia

PENIA was the personified spirit (daimona) of poverty and need. She was a companion of Amekhania (Want of Rescource) and Ptokheia (Beggary). Her opposite number were Ploutos (Plutus) (Wealth) and Euthenia (Prosperity). 

Theognis, Fragment 1. 267 (trans. Gerber, Vol. Greek Elegiac) (Greek elegy C6th B.C.): "Penie (Penia, Poverty) is indeed well known, even though she belongs to someone else. She does not visit the marketplace or the courts, since everywhere her status is inferior, everywhere she is scorned, and everywhere she is equally hated, regardless of where she is.“ [x]

ONOURIS (also ANHUR, INHERT) Primarily a
god of hunting and warfare, Onouris was often
associated with other gods, and most often he is
associated with the struggle between Set and Horus
because of the spears, ropes, and lances he carries.
One of his titles is “Lord of the Lance.” Onouris is
portrayed as a bearded god with four tall feathers on
his skullcap crown, and he carries a spear or a rope.
In the Middle Kingdom (2055–1650 b.c.), his cult
center was near Abydos, and later he was worshipped
in the Delta town of Sebennytos, where he became
the principal god of that city. During the Ptolemaic
period, Onouris was viewed by the Greeks as the
Egyptian equivalent of their war god, Ares.
—  Egyptian Mythology A to Z

[Oddly enough I always see everybody talking about relationships besides romantic/sexual ships and by god I love them. If my blog is any indication, mine is mostly parental to child or close friends all the time with a few enemies. But idk, especially with new people lately, would love to find new ships or revive certain old ones.]