when im away from my cat i get irritated. what is this world if i cannot bring my beloved animal companion everywhere i go?
you know. I headcanon that lleu has blue-ish black hair and goewin has a warm toned, brown-ish or red-ish dark hair. why? goewin's hair is brown-ish/red-ish black because the sun loves her. it gives her the warmth and the rays of light that only ever shine on her. she is not in the cage of her grief. she is scorching like fire and beautiful like spring blooms. she is free to wherever the sun touches. her fate and her destiny decided by birth. but lleu? his hair reflects the cage of moonlight. the void of darkness enlightened only by the stars and the moon. his world limited only to the taverns of his birth. he is caged and melancholic in his treacherous state. his fate and destiny decided since birth. he is the ending where goewin has her beginning.
The Wild Swans and Others Stories
1922
Artist : Elenore Abbott
you know it's critical when even the self proclaimed freaks are normies
Facing The Facts: Resources on the Armenian Genocide
Frequently Asked Questions About Armenian Genocide
Sample Archival Documents on the Armenian Genocide: U.S. Archives
Sample Archival Documents on the Armenian Genocide: British Archives
Map of the 1915 Armenian Genocide in the Turkish Empire
Talaat Pasha's Official Orders Regarding the Armenian Massacres, March 1915-January 1916
The Massacre of the Armenians (”Ambassador Morgenthau describes the forced evacuation of one group of Armenians from their homeland to the Syrian desert.”)
American Documents
British Documents
Russian Documents
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Austrian Documents
Public Lectures
Eye Witnesses
The Turkish Woman
That is all right, but who killed hundred of thousands Armenians?
Einar af Wirsen
The Story of Anna Hedwig Bull, an Estonian Missionary of the Armenian Genocide.
"That's How It Was"
ARAB EYEWITNESS FAYEZ ALGHUSSEIN ABOUT THE ARMENIAN GENOCIDE
Report by an Eye-Witness, Lieutenant Sayied Ahmed Moukhtar Baas
Letters of Turkish doctors addressed to the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Turkey
Martyred Armenia: Eyewitness account of the Armenian genocide by Faiz El-Ghusein a Turkish official
PHOTO COLLECTION OF ARMENIAN GENOCIDE
I’ve mentioned a few times that I’ve developed my own schedule of ritual and holy days, and that I’ve used the traditional eight sabbats of Neo-Wicca as markers for when to honor the gods of my pantheon. Beltaine belongs to Gilfaethwy, who is one of the hardest deities for me to understand, while Yule belongs to Goewin.
In the Mabinogion, Gilfaethwy is the brother (sometimes listed as the twin) of Gwydion. Their exploits kick off all the events of the Fourth Branch; to simplify it, Gilfaethwy lusts after Goewin, an avowed virgin, and Gwydion starts a war so Gilfaethwy has an opportunity to take Goewin for His own.
I’ve seen translations of the myth that state that Gilfaethwy “seduced” Goewin, but the translations that ring more true to me (and this seemed to be corroborated by the small amount of work I’ve done with Them) say that Gilfaethwy raped Goewin, that She had no voice or agency in what happened to Her. That interpretation of events definitely colors my view both of the Mabinogion and of the gods themselves. (Disclaimer: UPG ahoy!)
I consider Gilfaethwy (who, to me, appears as an extremely genderfluid being) as the Primal Force; the id of the gods. Xhe goes after what Xhe wants, with no thought to consequences or what anyone else thinks or feels about it. Xir energy is almost destructive in its force; supremely creative but with underpinnings of danger. It’s the closest to ecstatic creative madness as I’ve ever come. Xir feast is Beltaine; a time of primal urges and setting aside rational thought to use mindless passion.
Goewin, in contrast, is the Lady of Sorrows. Of the goddesses in my pantheon, Goewin is the one who understands pain and trials and tears, and She is the one who brings comfort in dark times. She is the veil that drops down to separate you from the world, and within that veil She gives you the strength to heal your hurts. She is the lady of Yule; She is the seemingly endless darkness, and She is the spark of light and hope at dawn.
hello tumblr, can our next mass hyperfixation be welsh myths please 🥺
MY GREATEST ENEMY IS NO ONE BUT MYSELF
“Adoration of the Mystic Lamb”, by Hubert van Eyck and Jan van Eyck (1432); // “Juda’s Kiss”, by Gustave Doré; // “Briseis Restored to Achilles in his Tent Discovers the Body of Patroculus”, Léon Cogniet (1815); // “Ophelia”, by John Everett Millais (1851)
today is my birthday.. and day thousands of Palestinians death's had become inevitable and the beginning of the end of Israel. as a well wishing to me, if you are able to, donate to your trusted fundraises and fundraisers that are no where near their goal.
When I say I love pubes I don't mean like little wispy bits of neatly trimmed hair I mean a full fucking thick bush of curly dark pubic hair real curly and wiry that covers everything there's hair on the inner thighs hair down the ass crack hair everywhere