the gwich’in are a group of athapaskan-speaking indians living in northeastern alaska and extending eastward across the mackenzie river in canada in the northern yukon territory and northwestern territories.
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what to wear when…in a gwich’in fairy tale.the gwich’in are a group of athapaskan-speaking indians living in northeastern alaska and extending eastward across the mackenzie river in canada in the northern yukon territory and northwestern territories.the gwich’in have a strong oral tradition of storytelling…gwich’in folk stories include the vazaagiitsak cycle, which focuses on the comical adventures of a gwich’in misfit who, among other things, battles lice on a giant’s head, plays the fool to the cunning fox, and eats the scab from his own anus unknowingly. gwichi’in comedies often contain bawdy humor. other major characters from the gwich’in oral tradition include: googhwaii, ool ti’, tł’oo thal, k’aiheenjik, k’iizhazhal, and shaanyaati’.
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#”numerous tales about prehistoric times all begin with the phrase ‘deenaadai’ which translates roughly as ‘in the ancient days.’ #this is usually followed with the admission that this was when all of the people could talk to the animals and all of the animals #could speak with the people. these stories are often parables which suggest a proper protocol or code of behavior for gwich’in. #equality generosity hard work kindness mercy cooperation for mutual success and just revenge are often the themes.”
When you separate an entwined particle, and you move both parts away from the other, even on opposite ends of the universe if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected. Spooky.
Mythology Meme: [5/10]
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A banshee is a female spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the underworld. In legend, a banshee is a fairy woman who begins to wail if someone is about to die. In Scottish Gaelic mythology, she is known as the bean sìth or bean-nighe and is seen washing the bloodstained clothes or armour of those who are about to die.
sometimes you need to do something bad to stop you from doing something worse.
People are going to look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, “Now, there is a school that self-destructed, not because society didn’t care, but because the school was society.” It’s pretty deep, huh? – Heathers (1988)
mythology meme: [1/6] creatures or beings
Faeries are generally described as human in appearance and having magical powers. Their origins are less clear in the folklore, being variously dead, or some form of angel, or a species completely independent of humans or angels. Folklorists have suggested that their actual origin lies in a conquered race living in hiding, or in religious beliefs that lost currency with the advent of Christianity. These explanations are not always mutually incompatible, and they may be traceable to multiple sources. (x)
mythology meme: [1/9] deities
Freyja (Old Norse for ‘Lady’) is the goddess of love, beauty, fertility, magic, and war. She rides a chariot pulled by two cats and owns both the mythical necklace Brísingamen and a cloak made of falcon feathers.
She and her twin brother Freyr are part of the Vanir, a group of gods associated with nature and magic. In the Prose Edda, Freyr and Freyja are referred to as the most glorious of all the gods and goddesses.
Freyja is married to a god named Óðr and has two daughters with him, who are called Hnoss and Gersemi; her dwelling is called Fólkvangr and since she’s one of the Valkyries, her halls host half of those who die in battle.
"We’ll live by the sea." Electrick Children (2012)
Allerleirauh, Germany, 2012 (x)
Lips red as blood, skin as the most precious ivory and porcelain, hair as black as silken night, she is always beautiful, no one can ever deny her that. That touch of powerlust that lies in her eyes, her touch a devasting sin, ensnarling nevertheless. Her face splits trough about a million shifts from obsessive to loving to psychotic to terrified to resolved to ice cold. Armies and kingdoms part when she bats her eyelashes, men and women falling on their knees, desiring the untouchable, the ravishing bloom. She is a treat for every warrior and every child, for every king and every queen, she is savage and vicious and vital and you’ll adore her for it. She is toxic, bathes rotten apples in her poisonous blood to gift them to her worshippers who devour them blindly, slowly killing but still keeping you alive, wanting more of her neverending reign over the enigmatic forest, the obscure temple of her noxious cathedral, gladling tossing themselves in agony just to get one imperious glance in her omniscient eyes.
This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies or parrots… we have… dragons.
Just making sure that you’re real.