Tag: mythology

divine-thrills:

mythology meme | Slavic gods & goddesses – Morning Star

In Slavic mythology, the Zorya are the two guardian goddesses, known as the Auroras or as the Morning Star and the Evening Star. Both sisters serve the sun god Dažbog, who is in some myths described as their father. The Morning Star opens the gates to his palace each morning for the sun-chariot’s departure. At dusk, the Evening Star closes the gates once more after his return.They guard and watch over the doomsday hound, Simargl, who is chained to the star Polaris in the constellation Ursa Minor, the “little bear”. If the chain ever breaks, the hound will devour the constellation and the universe will end. 

The Morning Star is Zorja Utrennjaja (from Russian utro, meaning “morning”), a goddess of dawn who is depicted as a fully armed and courageous warrior. As the wife of Perun, Zorya Utrennyaya accompanies her husband when he rides out to do battle, and amid the fray lets down her veil to protect those warriors she favors and save them from death.She is a patroness of horses, protection, exorcism, and the planet Venus. Ancient Slavs would pray to her each morning as the sun rose. 

argonauticae:

mobster au ——> artemis

they say she’s one of zeus’s girls, but i ain’t never seen a girl like that before. the huntress, they call her. actaion, that was her, and the aloadai boys – clean hits, every one, though i hear she was mixed up in that business of agamemnon’s and that was a whole different kind of nasty. she’s sweet enough to those girls who hang around the amnisos, but she’s a stone-cold killer, her and her brother both. they say she was soft on orion, but the way eos tells it, she took him out in delos and they still ain’t found the body, so who knows? one thing’s for sure, though – you give her a target, any target, and she’ll hunt that man down like a dog.

aenariasbookshelf:

courfeyclause:

wings-for-castiel:

headmeetsdesk:

radioactivemoose:

so for some reason hershey’s thinks that golden apples would be great to sell as valentine’s candy

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so i got one and wrote this on top:

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and left it on a table in the studio

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less than five minutes later people were fighting about it

my plan has thus far been a success

I love you

you do realize this is how the trojan war started right

this is definitely how the college au of the iliad starts

Kallisti, bitches.

swanjolras:

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

4 final Orpheuses

tentacular:

  1. Orpheus, shambling & drunk on shadows, sees sunlight & emerges into what he thinks is the world; into what with a blinking look around he decides with only a shade of uncertainty is not merely widening in the passage itself, a kind of rough natural vestibule, but must surely count as the outside. He starts to turn & honestly he supposes it does occur to him before he’s completed the movement that he’s still roofed by stone, that the fresh air really starts about three metres on. & still fractions of a second before he’s caught Eurydice’s eye, still, he would have to admit, in time to stop & walk a few steps on, he decides two things at almost the same instant. The first is that This is ambiguous, not quite tunnel nor quite outside, & that’s not fair; the second, half-predicated on the first, nervously so, is Oh I’m sure it’ll be fine. 
  2. Orpheus, at the last, is so afraid of the light that he needs the moral support of a smile to enter it, needs it more than he needs Eurydice back. 
  3. Orpheus can’t remember the injunction. He tells himself he can’t, anyway. He tells himself he’s turning to ask Eurydice what it was he was or wasn’t supposed to do. It’s a complicated kind of cowardice with which he looks at her. 
  4. Orpheus has never forgiven. Never. He plans all the long way up. He slows as he approaches the threshold, listening to her ghost feet. He stops. Still just in shadow. He hisses, spins around, stares in hate & triumph at Eurydice’s shocked & receding face.