who worships her

The Signs As Ancient Mythology:

Aries: ATHENA was the great Olympian goddess of wise counsel, war, the defence of towns, heroic endeavour, weaving, pottery and other crafts. She was depicted crowned with a crested helm, armed with shield and spear, and wearing the snake-trimmed aigis cloak wrapped around her breast and arm, adorned with the monstrous head of the Gorgon 

Taurus: CLYTEMNESTRA was the wife of Agamemnon, ruler of the Ancient Greek kingdom of Mycenae or Argos. In the Oresteia by Aeschylus, she was a femme fatale, who murdered her husband, Agamemnon said by Euripides to be her second husband and the trojan princess Cassandra, whom he had taken as war prize following the sack of Troy 

Gemini: ANANKE was the Greek Protogenos of necessity, fate, compulsion and inevitability. Emerging fully formed at the beginning of time and marking the beginning of it, her arms are entwined with Kronos’, encircling the universe. Together they surrounded all solid matter and divided it into earth, sea and sky. She is the mother of Fates. 

Cancer: PERSEPHONE  was a beautiful Goddess/Queen of the Underworld,wife of the god Hades. She was also the Goddess of Spring Growth, who was worshipped alongside her mother Demeter. 

Leo: APHRODITE was the Goddess of love and beauty. She is especially associated with the islands of Cyprus, Cythera and Kos. There are contradicting myths about her birth one describes the Greek Goddess Aphrodite as rising as an adult from sea foam. This was as a result of her father, Cronus, cutting off Uranus’s testicles and throwing them into the sea. 

Virgo: ERIS goddess of chaos and discord, was not invited to the marriage of Peleus and Thetis. Angered, she rolled a golden apple with the words ‘To the fairest one’. Hera, Aphrodite and Athena fought over who the apple belonged to, until Zeus appointed Paris - prince of Troy - to choose the fairest of the three. 

Libra: SELENE is the goddess of the moon. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and sister of the sun-god Helios, and Eos, goddess of the dawn. She drives her moon chariot across the heavens. 

Scorpio: NYX was the goddess of the night, one of the ancient Protogenoi. She was born of Air, and breeding with Darkness produced Light and Day, first components of the primeval universe. Alone, she spawned a brood of dark spirits, including the three Fates, Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain. Nyx was a primeval goddess represented as simply the substance of night: a dark veil of mist drawn forth from the underworld which blotted out the light of Aither. 

Sagittarius: ISIS Goddess of love,the moon,magic,healing and fertility.Isis is a goddess from the polytheistic pantheon of Egypt. She was first worshipped in Ancient Egyptian religion, and later her worship spread throughout the Roman empire and the greater Greco-Roman world

Capricorn: NEMESIS goddess of divine retribution and revenge in Greek mythology. She was born the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, while in some versions she is said to be the daughter of Zeus or Oceanus. She was considered the equivalent of divine retribution and was the personification of equilibrium being dealt out within mortals to ensure that happiness and unhappiness came in equal amounts.

 Aquarius: CASSANDRA was the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters, and the god Apollo fell in love with her. Apollo promised Cassandra the gift of prophecy if she would agree to give herself to him. Cassandra accepted Apollo’s gift but then refiised his advances. Apollo was furious, but he could not take back the powers he had given her. Instead he cursed her, proclaiming that although she would be able to tell the future accurately, no one would believe her. 

Pieces: MEROPE was said to have been so ashamed of her husbands crimes that she hid her face among the stars of heaven, and so the seventh star of the Pleiades faded away from human sight.

i. She has war running through her veins, anger in her heart. Her cries shatter the souls of men and the hearts of women. She loves those who worship her, those who hide their brilliant minds with bloody hands. Leaving tracks in the bloodstained sand, she wanders through the battlefield.

ii. Her mind sees all the moves her opponent makes. These pawns on a chess board, sacrificing and doing the same moves again and again. She blesses the scholar. Her eyes flash as she advises kings and queens, the one whose deed become immortal. She challenges those who are mortal to reach for the stars that she lives in.

iii. How the times spins by her as she sits at her loom, creating stories of strength and despair. To her they are one and the same. The colored strands gleam as she finds her peace. The world wanders in and out of the artwork. The glories of men and gods are proclaimed and she weeps.

iv. The councilor, the warrior, goddess of strength, her fire burns as she kisses the heads of those who still whisper her name. She is unmatched, sainted and sacred. Owl eyed goddess, her hands are claws, dripping with blood as she sings a funeral song

v. where is she? there. she is on the bloody beach, staring at the pyre of the lovers. She’s crying, ichor bleeding, heart breaking, yearning for the stars. She wants what has been denied to her for so long, she wants the gentle touch of a lover, kissing her scars. She wants a hand gripping hers as she marches into battle. She wants. She burns for someone to caress her skin, to run a knife across her heart, to pull her away from the war that threatens to consumes her mind. Whirling, burning, yearning. She needs.

—  Athena by Abby S

Daniela’s relationship with every single character is fascinating, if not to observe in canon for lack of time, to think about.

Daniela and Pete. She calls him Petie. Can you imagine him going to the salon to hang out and he’s got zero excuse to go there since he’s a baldie, but Dani is always interested in his hobbies and passions and respects him and his individuality?

Daniela and Usnavi. Shameless fic rec: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8350936 Two business owners facing gentrification, both loving their island, she cuddles him at the end of Carnaval del Barrio, she’s so happy for him to go back. Momboss even to him. Bless.

Daniela and the Piragua guy. Only person who is immediately into her launching Carnaval. Two middle-aged Puerto Ricans who love PR and grew up there, two joyful, lighthearted people with a strong head on their shoulders. Also both facing gentrification.

Daniela and Claudia. Two mom figures to a helpless nerd in love. Probably share Vansnavi headcanons together while drinking liters of coffee and looking at baby pictures of Usnavi.

Daniela and Kevin. Also both from Puerto Rico. Kevin probably brags to her about Nina all the time and Daniela probably promotes the Rosarios car service to all customers.

Daniela and Camila. Oh my god can you even imagine these two interacting, seriously? Super assertive Puerto Rican women, both so proud of Nina, of their own hard work. Probably Camila’s go-to place to talk shit about Kevin too tbh.

Daniela and Carla. I’m sorry did you mean, soulmates? Daniela probably only lets Carla touch her hair. She teaches her everything she knows. She WILL fight anyone who looks at her wrong.

Daniela and Sonny. Her little tiny dance partner who worships her. Spoils him crazy. Probably is his venting place when he’s upset by Usnavi and goes to pinch Usnavi’s ear and tell him to be nice to his little cuz or else.

Daniela and Benny. Relentless tease. Cannot stop teasing him, but secretly has a huge soft spot for him. Would adopt him if she could.

Daniela and Vanessa. Did you mean, actual mother and daughter? So similar, assertive, confident, take no bullshit, but also so different, Daniela so exuberant, Van so private. Probably pat each other’s shoulder awkwardly to say “I love you”.

Daniela and Nina. Aka, proud member of the Nina Rosario Fan Club. Probably taught her Spanish, and everything she knows about Puerto Rico. Used to give her THE BEST manis so all the other kids were jealous. Strong Benina shipper.

Daniela deserves all the love and all her relationships are incredible.

Dandelion in Darkness

by titaniasfics

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Summary:  Katniss is the Queen of the Underworld. Equal in power to the Goddesses of Lightning and the Sea, she chooses a life of solitude in her dark kingdom. That is, until she meets Peeta, son of Demetros, the Earth God. She cannot help but love the young god and would possess him at all costs. But what consequences will her choice have on the world?

Retelling of the Persephone/Hades myth. Hades!Katniss and Persephone!Peeta.

A story in three acts.

Personae Dramatis:

Katniss Everdeen - Hades/Pluto/Queen of the Dead

Gale - Thanatos

Madge - Hermes

Prim - Apollo

Mags - Seer

Mr. Mellark - Demetros

Peeta Mellark - Persephone/Proserpina

Haymitch - Aphrodite

Effie - Cupid

Johanna - Ares

Wiress - Hephaestus

Paylor - Zeus

Annie - Poseidon

Finnick - Amphitrite

Thresh - Artemis

Rue - Gaia

Beetee - Cyclops (Forged Katniss’s Helmet)

Brutus -Charon

Chaff -Herdsman of Asphodel Fields, Keeper of  Katniss’s horses

Plutarch, Caesar and Crane - Moirai/Fates

Ennobaria, Glimmer and Cashmere -Furies

Buttercup - Cerberus


It began with the wind.

Icy and bitter, it swept across Panem in furious gales. Trees bent before it and man-made objects struggled to remain rooted to the ground. People who ventured beyond their homes saw their skin redden and crack as they leaned against it. They had never experienced a cold so cruel and scrambled to find warmth and shelter.  In a land where the weather expressed itself in the mildest way, the sudden harshness of this new season was met with horror and confusion.

After the wind came the snow. Though beautiful to the eyes of the citizens of Panem, it brought its own complications - frozen rivers and streams, slippery streets, dead crops and animals. When the land of Panem was covered in ice, the hunger followed soon after, and the lamentations could be heard atop the Capitol itself. People suffered as the earth grew colder and harder. Around them, life receded, overwhelmed by the power of death. They began to tell stories of a world that would end in ice.

The people clamored to the gods for relief. Why were they being punished?  Why were the gods angry?  Oracles and seers were consulted all over Panem, now desperate at the prospect of their own demise.

Every person touched by the gods in the land of Panem returned with the same response. Demetros’s son had vanished and now he wandered the world, searching for him. As he hunted for the daemon who had robbed him of his youngest, he withheld the life force that would nourish the earth and the people of Panem languished in consequence. He had vowed that until his son had been returned to him, winter would reign eternal in the land of the living.

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anonymous asked:

How about feysand and someone else? You surprise us with the third person.

FEYSAND AND AZRIEL FEYSAND AND AZRIEL FEYSAND AND AZRIELLLLL. I’ve been waiting for this day friend, thank you and blessings. 

So after that conversation at the High Lords meeting, Feyre has been SERIOUSLY thinking about a threesome. But with who? So many options… Tarquin? Cassian? Helion? ALL SO REASONABLE. She’s too afraid to mention it to Rhys though even though he knows he’d be just as into it. So she waits for an opportunity to present itself rather than go searching for it. 

Enter Azriel…

She’s walking to Rhys’s office one day knowing good and well it’ll probably end up with her bent over his desk, especially since she’s wearing those leather pants that drive him nuts, when she catches Az’s scent in there. He’s back from a recon mission early. She frowns at first, starts to leave, and then… oh shit. Here’s that opportunity she’s been waiting for. But Az??? 

YES AZ. OF COURSE AZ. The boy is FINNEEEE as hell and their closest and most trusted friend. And she knows he would treat her riiiiight. Rhys too. So she waltzes in that room, looks the boys dead in the eye, Rhys’s eyes flicker with pure delight when he catches through the bond what she’s thinking. Az catches her scent and his mouth parts in shock. He looks at Rhys… he looks at Feyre… then a very soft, “Are you sure?”

“Oh we’re sure,” Rhys and Feyre say simultaneously.

She may not have gotten bent over the desk, but she did get laid out on top of it by two males who worshipped her ceaselessly. 

anonymous asked:

Is Nyx really a jealous goddess? Ive wanted to start worshipping her but everyone ive talked to about it says to not do it if youre already bound to another, and im devoted to Hera, Khione and Themis? Any advice?

So, IDK who’s been telling you not to worship Nyx along with other Theoi, but the Theoi are meant to be worshiped together. Nyx is often depicted in the company of Helios, Eos, Selene, Erebos, Hemera, Aither, The Astra, ect…. She’s the mother of the Fates, the Furies, Hekate, Hypnos and Thanatos, and so many more.

Just look at the Orphic Hymn 3 to Nyx:

“To Nyx (Night), Fumigation with Torches. Nyx, parent goddess, source of sweet repose from whom at first both Gods and men arose. Hear, blessed Kypris (Cypris) [Aphrodite], decked with starry light, in sleep’s deep silence dwelling ebon night! Dreams (Oneiroi) and soft ease attend thy dusky train, pleased with the lengthened gloom and feastful strain, dissolving anxious care, the friend of mirth, with darkling coursers riding round the earth. Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, whose drowsy power divides the natural day; by fate’s decree you constant send the light to deepest hell, remote from mortal sight; for dire necessity (ananke), which nought withstands, invests the world with adamantine bands. Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant’s prayer, desired by all, whom all alike revere, blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid dispel the fears of twilight’s dreadful shade.”

Parent Goddess

Source of sweet repose

The friend of mirth

Desired by all

Whom all alike revere



These aren’t the words used to describe a Goddess who should be avoided. Those are words of pure and utter love. And look at these descriptions of Nyx stepping in to aid others or to bear witness to Their deeds

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 1. 11 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting depicting the fall of Phaethon :] In his passion for driving this son of Helios (the Sun) [Phaethon] ventured to mount his father’s chariot, but because he did not keep a firm rein he came to grief and fell into the Eridanos (Eridanus) … Look! Nyx (Night) is driving Hemera (Day) from the noonday sky, and the sun’s orb as it plunges toward the earth draws in its train the Astera (Stars). The Horai (Horae, Hours) abandon their posts at the gates and flee toward the gloom that rises to meet them.”

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 1. 7 :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting depicting the funeral of Memnon :] As for the deities of the sky (daimones meteôroi), Eos (the Dawn) mourning over her son [Memnon] causes Helios (the Sun) to be downcast and begs Nyx (Night) to come prematurely and check the hostile army, that she may be able to steal away her son, no doubt with the consent of Zeus. And look! Memnon has been stolen away and is at the edge of the painting.”

Philostratus the Younger, Imagines 5 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting of the infant Herakles wrestling with the serpents :] Nyx (Night) also, the time in which these events take place, is represented in human form she is shedding a light upon herself with a torch that the exploit of the child may not lack a witness.”

Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 2. 549 ff (trans. Way) (Greek epic C4th A.D.) :

“Thus as she [Eos the Dawn] cried [after the death of her son Memnon], the tears ran down her face immortal, like a river brimming aye: drenched was the dark earth round the corse. Nyx (the Night) grieved in her daughter’s [Eos is here identified with Hemera] anguish, and the heaven drew over all his stars a veil of mist and cloud, of love unto Erigeneia (the Lady of Light).”

That’s not the description of a Goddess so jealous that She would spurn mortals who worshiped others beside Her. No, in my experience Nyx is sweet, and patient, and unjudging beyond compare. She loves deeper than I think mortals can understand, and Her presence is bliss in my life.


The Six Wives of Henry VIII + Aesthetic : Katherine Parr


She danced, whirled, turned round, on an old Purrsian carpet, carelessly spread on the pavement; and every time her radiant face passed before you as she turned, her large cat eyes flashed lightning.

Classicat #27: La Esmewralda, from the Hunchcat of Notre Dame by Victor Mewgo

Who is Esmewralda, the compassionate and independent Romeowni dancer? That depends on who you ask.

Pawsimodo worships her as angel; Clawed Frollo condems her as a demon or a witch; Furbus uses her like a thing (he was a decent dude in the Disney movie tho.) Pawsimodo sees her as superhuman; Clawed Frollo sees her as subhuman; Furbus hardly considers her human. She is seen as an object of worship, an object of lust and scorn, and just an object– but rarely as a human being.

And well, she is a cat. But that’s beside the point.

Where are they now?

1. She finished the degree. And yes, she did get a job in the area. She was lucky in that a vacancy opened up unexpectedly, an expedition that was about to set off. And if they didn’t need a cartographer so much as a canvas, well. She had a blot or two to cover up and a desire to go to places where you couldn’t take paper. Last I heard she had groupies who were worshipping at her footnotes and she was going back for the sixth time.

2. They broke up. She left her arm in Davy Jones’ locker, which was careless, because Davy doesn’t like to share his locker if you know what I mean. And then it turned out that all that was holding them together was her arm. His ear fell off first (he only had one, like the elephant in the story), then his right leg. She dropped some toes at the doctor’s. Finally he wrapped himself up in frozen peas to wait out the slow Winter of disintegration, and she went off to lose herself in music.

3. Funny story. He had some demons. He ran away to sea, but the sea wouldn’t have him; so he sat on the dock, and his demons sat on the dock with him too and cried, for they loved the sea. So he ran away to the desert in the hope of forgetting, but instead he found that it was the desert that forgot him anew each morning. As for the demons, the desert would not even acknowledge them: they sat in the shade of a stone and howled. So he ran off to the mountains to find inner peace. But the demons found it first and wouldn’t give it back. So he came home without them. He misses them; I hear tell he’s on the lookout for a new set.

4. Bet you wish you hadn’t looked. He’s taking a difficult shit in the bathroom of a service station off the M1. The lines around his eyes have lengthened, in the intervening years, into a sombre flesh waterfall.

5. You remember that ladder she was standing on the last time you met? And she wouldn’t say why or climb off, that was odd. Well, she’s still on it. It’s a ladder into time: each rung takes you twice as long as the last. The thing is, time is kind of addictive and once you’re on one dose, only the next higher dose will do. Then you end up having to go cold turkey at the end of the Universe with everyone else who had a time problem, huddled together and shivering under the light of the last red sun. She has a long way to go, but you know she’ll get there in the end.

6. Him? He saved the world. He doesn’t remember, of course. Most people don’t. Your time to save the world will come soon, and I doubt you’ll remember it either.

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According to this, user gothhabiba believes NB identities are a joke.

EDIT: I was mistaken about that, but she does believe that making fun of someone for not being attuned to English non malevolent sarcastic humour is good and not racist, and she also believes that it’s better to drag people through the mud for not getting English language humour and sic her fans on them who apparently really worship her (which is pretty twisted) than admit she was wrong for being bigoted, however incedental, and her and her fans like to gaslight people who have already admitted their own wrong into believing they haven’t. I’ve also received a tip she might be engaged in “trans men are just poor, duped lesbians,” but I’m unsure. The rest, you can see on this blog. She does believe in NB identity, but she’s still a horrible person.


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blnauraltest  asked:

Ooh girl you must be a self hating Beyoncé stan! All these posts you be making about her one might say you're obsessed. 33 years old though? Yikes you might want to find a better hobby perhaps one that doesn't involve trying to tear down a successful black woman.

Here is only a partial list of black female artists who are more talented than Beyonce, listed alphabetically for your convenience: Alicia Keys, Anita Baker, Aretha Franklin, Audra McDonald, Billie Holiday, Celia Cruz, Chaka Khan, Della Reese, Diana Ross, Dinah Washington, Dionne Farris, Donna Summer, Ella Fitzgerald, Erykah Badu, Esperanza Spalding, Etta James, Gladys Knight, Gloria Gaynor, India Arie, Jennifer Hudson, Jessye Norman, Josephine Baker, Kelly Rowland, Lauryn Hill, Leontyne Price, Mahalia Jackson, Mary J. Blige, Meshell Ndegeocello, Natalie Cole, Nina Simone, Patti LaBelle, Queen Latifah, Res, Roberta Flack, Sarah Vaughan, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Tina Turner, Whitney Houston. I know I’ve left some out. I am not tearing Beyonce down because she’s a successful black woman. I’m tearing her down because she’s an overrated phony with horrible fans.

Two years ago, I was indifferent to Beyonce. Then I got a Tumblr. People like you are the reason that my indifference has turned to hatred. It’s called hype aversion. You can’t blame people for getting irritated when you elevate this woman to godlike status when she has frankly done nothing that others before her haven’t already done. And don’t get me started on her disgusting fans who descend upon people who dare not to worship her and how she never calls them out, probably because she secretly enjoys it when people are attacked on her behalf. Here’s one man’s story: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/celebs/a57607/beyhive-trolling-essay/

And come on, are you really so blind? Beyonce isn’t socially aware. She’s doing this for brownie points.

White her skin. White her delicate body. Her hands, her wrists, her arms. White, her shoulders and her neck. Her thighs, white and her soft breasts. Her silk gloves white. Her shyness white. Her dress, veil and bed bride, white. Her passion white. Desire and muted sighs… Bedding cotton, white on her white bed. White nights of her carefree wedding. Her thighs and her stockings white. Her fluffy doves, her latest white car. Everything surrounds her in white. White as angels and spirits. Everyone who sees her worships her. Carries a white flag to announce her. But her love is cold as white snow. Her heart as harsh and diamond-hard, as the white jewels of her necklace. Her inner soul empty as albino cloud. Her intellect, her love, her mind: a blanched flatness of absent signs. A white page in a white notebook. - Jamal Sharbazheri 

communistastrobabe  asked:

Yo, take a look at my lilith post if you get the chance.

Jesus Christ no offense but it’s fucking bad.

Do you like actually want me to respk d to your no-sources lilith post to flex my ancient hebrew knowledge? Don’t you guys know it’s tax season and I am busy?

Here’s my short response, and if I feel like it I’ll humor the rest of your post: your points on Judaism, from what is taught in hebrew school to what gentiles can and cannot do with my religion is laughable. Talk to a Jewish person. I have also stated that, at this point, Lilith is almost completely divorced from modern day Jewish culture, so I don’t care terribly who worships her.

Calling her a deity is straight up offensive to me in just about all regards except for on a satanic context, where you are purposely flipping the Abrahamic paradigm for your own purpose.

Ben Sira is trash and there are Rabbis who know this.

At this point, I ask that people are respectful to her Jewish roots. You pretty much weren’t at all, and even came in here to ask for a drag. I hope this is enough for you, and if anyone actually feels like wasting their time they can respond. For now, I’ll go back to working.

– Mod D

anonymous asked:

if jonsa is not happening can the writer gives Sansa a knight of her own like from house Dayne or one of the knights of the vale someone brave kind and gentle? Is this so hard to happen? Why is it that D@ny is the only female character who gets hot dudes worshipping her ass ?!

They already have. Brienne.

So a couple of days ago I watched “Far From The Madding Crowd” and honestly it’s a wonderful, beautiful and touching period piece and I highly recommend it. Everything about it is extremely well done, from the scenery to the music to the beautiful performances. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head and really I just want to talk about Gabriel Oak. Can we talk about him for a second? What a character. This quiet shepherd just came out of nowhere and knocked me off my feet. I have to be honest. The first time Gabriel Oak was onscreen I misjudged him. When he asked Bathsheba to marry him after knowing her for so short a time, I (almost literally) sat there guffawing at him going “what an utter idiot doesn’t he know you’re not supposed to do that” but that didn’t last long. And really it’s amazing how quickly I fell in love with him after that. I think the moment I realized “oh no this guy is actually really wonderful and is going to make me cry” was when Bathsheba ran after him to (try to) clarify her feelings towards him and she says something along the lines of “I couldn’t marry you because you couldn’t tame me and you would grow to despise me.” And he looks at her, and it’s the tenderest and sweetest and kindest and most slightly bemused look I have ever seen and he just says, “I would never.” Or could never. Or something along those lines. And right then I realized what an idiot I was for judging him for proposing too quickly and that the reason he did it was because he loved her immediately and didn’t need time to think about it, he just knew instinctively in his heart, and because he is a man of integrity he wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean. And as the movie progressed I could see just how much he loves her with such steadfastness and loyalty and depth and no matter what she does or how she treats him or who she flirts with or marries or fools around with he will never stop loving her and wanting the best for her and trying to help her whenever she needs it. And he isn’t a pushover or a weakling who worships her blindly, he’s painfully aware of her faults, but that just makes his love that much stronger and deeper and truer and just the way he looks at her?!?! Like?!?! Wow!!!! It’s so serious and tender at the same time. And he is never selfish or demanding in his love but quietly patient and he respects her right to refuse him and never becomes bitter while also respecting his own right to be as honest with her as he possibly can and to tell her when he thinks that she is hurting others or herself. Because he loves her too much to lie to her or to watch her get hurt. And I have no idea where I’m going with this except for wow Gabriel Oak makes me really emotional and he should be the new standard of the perfect guy and I really love him a lot.