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I’m not sure whether I should laugh or cry.

Is OP aware that oh so many books exist on this subject?

And that almost universally the ones authored by people with doctorates in classicism and mythology disagree with OP?

Including the… epic hymn that first told this story? You know what’s in that original source material… right?

Abducted, yes. Demeter mourned? Definitely. Rape, no.

So here’s some info on Ancient Greek wedding traditions which (oh my stars and garters!!) included abducting the bride. With the father’s permission, which Hades got before he took her away.

Here’s a whole book on the subject of Ancient Greek wedding custom and its conflation with funeral rites. (Which sounds a bit like Hades and Persephone to anyone who’s ever dabbled in things like explication and context)

Here’s a link to another book that talks about Persephone’s rise to power as a result of her willingly eating the pomegranate seeds.

Oh shit!!

Here’s a whole bunch of myths and hymns that talk about her Queen of the Underworld badassery!!

Holy pug tacos Batman!!

Here’s another book about the myth focusing on the seasonal religious and liminal rites. WHICH TAKE PLACE IN THE DRY SUMMER (not the fucking winter), which you know if you read a book.Way to go, OP!

All these fucking books! What could anyone possibly do with them all?!?!?!?! Do you eat books to absorb their powers instead of read them?

A better guess would be that you got into a moral panic over the name of a certain Renaissance statue and maybe after reading three pages of Edith Hamilton or the first paragraph of a Wikipedia article. And then used that to castigate and demean not only the people who actually take their limited time to create gorgeous art but also to denigrate modern day worshippers of Persephone and Hades?

Maybe next time, you stringy piece of over-boiled okra, you might want to take your own advice and pick up a book, instead of reducing the feared and respected Queen of the Underworld who held power equal to or in many interpretations GREATER than her husband into a meaningless pastiche of female disenfranchisement that you seemingly plucked from your own ass.

sonneillonv-deactivated20220218

JESUS CHRIST THANK YOU

oftaggrivated-deactivated201910

I don’t often reblog posts of people getting owned, but when I do…

luxlustravi-blog

man the ancient greeks didn’t dare to speak persephone’s name she was that powerful and venerated (they called her Kore, “the maiden”), hades didn’t get that honour

bunjanecrocker

Rebagel for those book links, I find the Persephone and Hades stuff on here fascinating and I want to research it more

secondgenerationimmigrant

Book links, owning and the sheer badassery that is Persephone.

reblog forever

honorthegods

Reblogging for the links until this misapprehension finally ceases.

See also: Seduction and Rape in Greek Myth and Predatory Goddesses, both by classicist Mary Lefkowicz.

bibliophilicwitch-archive

@thoughtsontomes you realize that every time I see Haides and Persephone I will be completely unable to not tag you, right? ;D

hellenic-hades

Holy shit as someone who is dedicated to these two in particular this post is a goldmine, especially because it’s nearly impossible to find information about Persephone!!

felderwin

just saw someone say online that they’ve never seen mountains irl and lost my mind. is this an experience you guys have had. are there some people who havent seen mountains

suicidehurts

My ex thought lightning was an artistic representation of thunder because she’d never seen an actual lightning bolt before. She was 28 at the time.

xxthinxqueenxx

When I was about a year into my eating disorder, about 13 or 14, I had one of the worst experiences of my life. I was in orchestra, took so much pride in it, first chair of the viola section, looked at my director as a role model. I hadn’t eaten lunch the entire year and he knew this. He had a habit of stopping class to tell random ass stories that nobody gave a shit about. He starts telling us about a woman he used to work with, her name, how old she was and so on.

And then he started describing her eating disorder.

She was bulimic, and every single day, she’d go into the bathroom and throw up whatever it was that she ate that day, She was so skinny, he said he tail bone was starting to pop out of her skin (I doubt any credibility behind that). he started talking about how he heard her once, in the bathroom, and how disgusting it was. He apparently confronted her about it soon after, and she stopped showing up to work.

Despite her not showing up to work anymore, he continued this horrible speech.

This wasn’t a self-love speech.

He started saying how disgusting and weird it was. Talking about “you girls care so much about your appearance, you’d actually do something this disgusting and weird?”

Me, having anxiety and panic attacks, i started crying in front of the entire class, and all I could hear was the class talking about what an ugly freak she must have been. How weird it was. How if they ever saw her, they’d force her to eat something. The director noticed how shaken up I was, but didn’t stop. I managed to ask him if we could please stop talking about this, quiet enough to where nobody else heard, and he said yes. We stopped, and continued on with class like it was nothing.

Every single day, I’d get a salad, with just tomatoes and lettuce, and I’d throw it away every day. My class started noticing and started saying stuff like “What are you, a fucking anorexic?” and of course it was followed by a “ Of course not, look at her”. and so on and so forth. I had two suicide attempts later that year, both by pills, both didn’t work, both nobody knew about.

Please stop mocking eating disorders. Please.

Please stand up and say something if you hear someone mocking eating disorders.

suicidehurts

I had the start of a relapse about a month back... I didn’t eat for about 3 weeks and no one noticed... except me... I noticed... I changed the plot line... I changed the story... only I have the power to change my fate... only I am the master of my universe...

starshein

Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM

ridiculouslyphotogenicsinosauru

SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST

silverhawk

one of my ABSOLUTE favorite moth species out there has to be the madagascan sunset moth

its such a GORGEOUS moth that not a lot of people seem to know about and i just??? god what a beauty

silverhawk

some more:

gallusrostromegalus

I drew one of these for class once, and they’re really fun becuase you get to use all your neon colors and sparkly gel media for once. My professor described it as “It’s like Lisa Frank made a moth.”

bunjywunjy

that’s a butterfly with a fancy fur vest

fithoneys

mariposa-nena-deactivated201911

I’m the screaming at the last second

queerandbrown

cuz im strong

reverendrowdy

I’m actually hype it’s a female globetrotter

starlightandtears

She need a wife?

sydsliftingface

YALL THIS AINT EVEN THE BEST PART. WATCH HER PROPOSE TO HER FIANCE. THEYRE GETTING MARRIED IN A WEEK!!!!

A post shared by ACE 🏀Harlem Globetrotters #1 (@crissa_ace) on Dec 4, 2017 at 5:14pm PST

sydsliftingface

UPDATE: this is their wedding!!

A post shared by ACE 🏀Harlem Globetrotters #1 (@crissa_ace) on Dec 18, 2017 at 8:20am PST

imjusvibin-deactivated20210925

Awe this is too dope! 😍

thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001

I have a very strong desire to fire a Tommy gun at some point. I know in terms of actual weaponry they’re garbage but I think it would be really cathartic to say “myeah, see?” and fire an automatic weapon

thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001

Could not agree more

It gets better.

please don't ever think that no one cares about you

I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.

We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could. And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.

I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.

I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.

I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.

I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.

Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.

But someone loves you.

shroom-goddess

damn….

phantomkinoc13

This made me cry

croatoan-the-line

When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadn’t cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.

There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.

There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person I’ve met.

Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said “oh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?”

People definitely do care about us even if we don’t think they do, and to the original poster?

Your faces are never forgotten either.

You’re more than heroes to me.

suicidehurts

When I was really suicidal as a teenager and kept doing stupid shit like OD just because I wanted to sleep there was always the same nurse. A dude named Chris with old school punk tattoos and slicked back hair. He let me bum smokes and was just a really chill dude tryin to watch out for the anorexic heroin girl that kept coming into the er asking for him because he was nice and safe and always smelled like muscle cars and leather. Even on my bad days now... or maybe because of them... I remember his kindness... I think he’d be glad to know I made it to 30.