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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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I want to hear more about Zero Year Riddler being kind of a loser, please.

Zero Year Riddler is Actually A Nerdy Dork-Ass and I Have Evidence

aka at max ten pictures from the comic books. I apologize now that I had to get selective with photos and that these photos I took myself because I'm too lazy to scan. Includes hcs based on the canon stuff.

TW: Spoilers for Batman: Zero Year also known as Zero Year - Secret City and Zero Year - Dark City

We are going to be jumping around a little with these pictures. So the most basic/stripped down timeline- Edward sets off a massive plot w/ Doctor Death to first black out the City of Gotham while he prepares the Big Guns. Weather balloons filled with toxins to ensure no one is getting in or out of Gotham. He floods the city. Tells the surviving citizens that if they all want to get out, they have to give him a riddle he cannot solve. If you think that last part sounds very folk-lore or fairy tale like, YOU WOULD BE RIGHT. This period where he's setting up this challenge is the titular Zero Year. He is set up inside the Sphinx display in the Gotham History Museum. Batman stops him. onto the actual discussion.

We are first going to start with his introduction. I've discussed this before in a different post but this is meant to tell you multiple things. He has fifteen degrees he's earned. He makes conspiracy theory string boards. He is a dweeb who wears pocket protectors. The important thing to note story wise is that most of the points in this board are important/have a specific role in the story. He's correct about them. They matter. You might be saying "ok Fox/Belle but how does this say he's a nerdy dork-ass?"

look at him. He's described as being "boastful and annoyingly egotistical, but socially he's an egghead." This is not a man who plays well with others. But he genuinely thinks of himself as someone better than everyone else. What do you get? A smokescreen of theatrics, egotism and showing off to hide how socially inept he is.

Next, and sorry the first picture didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. This is the first meeting of Edward and Bruce Wayne. Of course Edward has already plotted his death. Will try to enact this plot. The page with the snake is a reference to the ancient Egyptian game of Mehen which Edward mentions in passing earlier in the story. Historians currently don't know much about the game other than it's distinctive board- However here it becomes a parallel to Ouroboros. The snake that eats it's own tail. Its known as an alchemy symbol and spiritually represents the unity of all things. Life, Death, Rebirth. In Edward's mind: destruction and rising from ashes aka Gotham in his plans.

The second is post Zero Year, telling the citizens of Gotham his motivations. This is his monologue showing his warped version of the Hero's Journey. The Hero's Journey for those who don't know is a very old archetype on which many fictional stories are all based on (whether they realize it or not.) In it's simplest terms, a hero goes on an adventure. The hero through trauma and hardship, learns a lesson, wins their "boon" and returns home with newfound knowledge that transformed them as a person. Note this sounds kind of similar to the Ouroboros thing, doesn't it?

Edward wants to leave a mark and transform Gotham. Potentially the world. He wants control he never had growing up. He wants all of it.

On the headcanon end... This information combined with his hyperfixation on mythology (mentioned below), this man plays tabletop. Hear me out. God complex. Verbose. Theatrics. Obsession with heroics, the heroes journey and folklore... this man not only plays DnD, he has been a GM countless times. I think he'd play other tabletops as well, but DnD is his bread and butter.

His main race (in traditional) is a gnome because of the intelligence stats. When he does DM/GM, the story is rich and so fucking detailed. He is also mean as hell and will murder all your characters in emotionally devastating ways if you get unlucky. He'll never admit any of this to people he finds cool or too attractive (unless they get to know him first). He has a strong wall up to try and prevent any weakness or vulnerability to show through.

He likes fun facts. Not just about mythology he is the one who spits out statistical data and random fun facts in regular discussion. It's almost compulsive. At another part of the comic where he almost shoots Lucius Fox dead via robot, he states the statistical probability that he was already hit with a bullet, but to reload and shoot again anyways. Then he is in the middle of telling a trivia fact about foxes before Batman comes in to save Lucius.

This feeds into my headcanon that he's neurodivergent. And also was a Jeopardy fanatic as a child. Probably still is. He likes to impress (especially dates) with the knowledge he can pull from seemingly nowhere. Also if you haven't gotten the impression yet, he cannot and will not stop talking. Loves the sound of his own damn voice. You know he's monologued himself to trouble multiple times. Also note how smoothly he's just glossing over his shitty dad/abusive childhood (again.)

Piggybacking on the last point- He has a special interest (read: potentially hyperfixation) on mythology and folklore. On multiple occasions he mentions these stories in passing as an anecdote for the events currently happening around him. Archimedes was a greek mathematician in ancient Sicily. He invented a great many things and would come to be known as one of the leading scientists of classical antiquity. The story Edward references is a rather famous one- Archimedes invented complex pulley systems and was tasked to prove the strength and ingenuity of these pulleys by moving the Syracusia, a luxury cruise ship, in and out of the water.

The second he mentions the story of the Gordian Knot. The tale goes as such: Alexander the Great's time. Whoever could untie the Gordian Knot was said to be destined to rule all of Asia. No one could solve it. The knot was impeccable. It was complex. Alexander the Great showed his great mental genius by doing what no one else had done. He cut the knot. There's more to it but that's the gist. That's the why of why Edward looks to this story and remembers it.

Everything about The Riddler of Zero Year is about proving his intelligence. Creating a name and a culture enveloped with smarts. If we didn't have the lore associated with Egyptian mythology as well, I'd say ancient Greece is his topic of choice but I think he likes all of it. That said, this man likes historical movies, historical texts, museums. If you take him to a museum or any kind of zoo or aquarium, he's going to talk your ear off on what he already knows for at least several hours. Are you impressed? Please be impressed. Tell him how smart he is and praise him like your favorite house cat.

The final pictures with actual analysis. These might seem silly or a rather insignificant detail to zoom in on.

This is him setting off the triggers to flood the city. Note the suitcase. He says this out loud to no one but himself. His own joke that only he gets to laugh at. Then he LITERALLY walks away whistling. A lot of this kind of behavior feeds into him knowing and being so smug about how clever he is. He's watching dozens upon dozens of citizens who have no idea what is going to happen to them, running in fear. And he's focused only on how gleeful he is that it's all coming together.

In the second: this is the final trial. Batman saving the city of Gotham and Riddler getting to have his big villain moment. And from the moment he reveals the lightshow of lasers ready to cut down our hero at will- he begins playing with his cane and hat. To the point that Batman is almost panicked for him to stop and just ask the damn questions.

These both run to one point and that's to him, this is all a game. We don't know this in the story yet, but he has an additional failsafe to blow the city up even if Batman wins (he doesn't expect him to, but he always makes sure to be a step ahead in case). He's lighthearted because, despite his curiosity around Batman and being constantly surprised that Batman keeps surviving, he considers this chess game match and set. His own arrogance supersedes the idea that Batman could be a genuine hero willing to take all the risk to save these people.

Riddler says to "get smart or die." Edward does not expect someone to do just that and more. For these the behaviors are more dorky vs the actual analysis but you get the point.

Bonus: we get the full picture that he constantly has a crown image above his screen in Gotham Square during Zero Year. Sir, Why Are You Like This? A lot of this comes down to: please give him attention he is so desperate for attention and probably physical affection. He's starving for it.

If you actually read through all of this, I'm love you and I hope you're having a fantastic day. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my rambling.

#Zero year riddler #riddler #foxwriting #batman: zero year #Edward Nygma #zero year is a really fucking good story but my only complaint is that there are pretty much 0 female characters

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oozmium · 10 months

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SMTIVA Translation Compilation

Here is a masterlist of SMTIVA related translations that can be found online to ease searching. Translators will be credited appropriately.

Important note: I am NOT the translator for any of these works. I have been granted permission to link these translations by the translators themselves. Please direct your support to the following people instead: dijeh, VerdantGrove, takujiluvr, @twilightmalachite .

Character Pages / Design Notes

Side Stories

Nikkari | Asahi | Hallelujah | Krishna

Demon-related / Mythology Topics

Monotheism vs. Polytheism

Dagda and Celtic Mythology

Krishna and Indian Mythology

Mysticism and Satan

Medusa and Greek Mythology

Maitreya and the Concept of Salvation in Buddhism

Odin and Germanic Deities

Sukuna Hikona and the Mythology of Powers in Ancient Japan

Taotie and the Myths of China

Chironnup and Ainu Mythology

The Birth of Humans and the Birth of Gods

Napaea and Fairy Tales

Inanna and Myths of the Orient

Adramalech and Pagan Demons

Tenkai and the Edo Mandala

Shesha and Dragon Gods around the world

Siegfried and Tales of Heroes

Myth and History

Cleopatra and Egyptian Civilization

Mephisto and the Demon Summoning Sorcerer

Misc. demons + worldbuilding

MISC TRANSLATIONS

SMT IVF Post-Release Interview (04/13/16)

SMT IVF Collab Menu: PT. 1 | PT. 2

#smtiva #smt4a #smt iv apocalypse #smtivf #megaten #if there are any formatting or linking issues please lmk

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themousefromfantasyland · 8 months

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Journey Across the Disneyverse: Third Day

In honor of the 100th anniversary of the Walt Disney Animation Studios, I'm rewatching some of my favorite films from the studio.

This were the ones that I watched today.

1 - Aladdin (1992)

One of my father's favorite Disney films and one that I held a lot of kinship because of that.

It's a very heartfelt and sincere story, even with all the anachronistic jokes. In any other movie, a character like the Genie would be unbelievably annoying, but Robin Williams makes the character so likable and charismatic that in end you want to hear more and more of his celebrity and pop culture jokes.

Now, my favorite random trivia about this movie. In the Brazilian dub, the song Arabian Nights has one lyric that can be translated as "And too many orgies". To my knowledge, no one ever took issue with this lyric.

Right wing evangelical groups swear that the "Good teenager, take out your clothes" made into the Brazilian dub, but the first song literally has the word "orgies" in it, and no one batted an eye.

In Brazil, we have a Disney movie where the word orgy is said, and it's so obvious that the Disney+ subtitles try to cover up the fact by ridiculously trying to gaslight the audience into thinking the lyric is "And too many parties"

2 - Lion King (1994)

Disney's most epic movie.

Everything about this movie is epic, big, and thunderous.

People often compared this to Hamlet, but I think it's more complicated.

The film runs on a very ancient mythology archetype of son taking revenge on the uncle for killing the father. Heck, Osiris, Set, and Horus from Egyptian Mythology have the same story dynamics as Mufasa, Scar, and Simba. Hamlet itself is inspired by an older Scandinavian legend of a hero king named Anleth.

It's also worth pointing out how in the Shakespeare play, the ghost is a more malevolent presence, and the avenging the dead father is Hamlet's start of darkness, while in Lion King, Mufasa's presence is much more uplifting, and avenging the death father is treated like an rite of passage of sorts, granting Simba maturity.

3 - The Princess and the Frog (2009)

A very underrated film, overshadowed by both Frozen, and to a lesser extent, Tangled as well.

Although I agree with the criticism of the first African-American Disney Princess staying most of the film as a frog, the frog transformation is so crucial to the plot, than changing it would create a whole, completely different film.

There something very charming about setting a fairy tale so late in the US during the roaring twenties. I love how the film incorporates many fairy tale archetypes like the Good King, the fairy godmother, the wicked sorcerer with the residents of New Orleans. New Orleans looks beautiful and bigger than life on this film, and thanks to the fairy tale archetypes and magical elements, the city becomes an alternative, magical world.

Ray's death continues to be one of Disney's bravest creative choice in the last twenty years. They could bring him back with magic like they did so many times, but they manage to create a beautiful and bittersweet farewell to him.

@ariel-seagull-wings @thealmightyemprex @tamisdava2 @natache @the-gentile-folklorist @the-blue-fairie @thelittlehansy @mask131 @princesssarisa @angelixgutz

#disney #journey through the disneyverse #disney 100 #wdas #walt disney animation studios

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ariel-seagull-wings · 8 months

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ANPU AND BATA

@themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @the-gentile-folklorist @adarkrainbow @tamisdava2 @princesssarisa @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @professorlehnsherr-almashy

(The tale of Anpu and Bata, found in an Ancient Egyptian papyrus manuscript, is more than three thousand years old, and is regarded as the oldest story that has come down to us in writing. It may well have been an ancient tradition even then. One of the most interesting things about it is that elements found in tales all over the world ever since are contained in it. The first part has a parallel in the Biblical story of Joseph and the Wife of Potiphar. The core of the story – the life-token indicating death and the ‘separable soul’ – occurs in over eight hundred versions in Europe alone, and the reciters are unlikely to know that they are part of a line of transmission from the Nineteenth Dynasty of Pharaonic Egypt. The story is sometimes found, conflated with all or much of the Perseus and Andromeda myth, associated with the exploits of a dragon-slayer, which is encountered in almost every country in the world. The crumbling papyrus roll, in the British Museum, contains a message from the original scribe, a threat to those who might abuse it, which is similar to those found on Eastern manuscripts even today: ‘Excellently finished in peace for the Ka of the scribe of the Treasury Kagabu, of the Treasury of Pharaoh. And for the Scribe Hora, and the Scribe Meramapt. Written by the Scribe Anena, the owner of this roll. He who speaks against this scroll, may Tahui smite him!’ It was the custom of Eastern kings, when pleased with a story related to them, to order it to be written down and placed in the treasury.)

Once there lived in Egypt two brothers, and they loved each other greatly. The elder had a beautiful young wife, and a fine pair of oxen for the fields. His name was Anpu, and his younger brother’s name was Bata. This young man did everything for his brother, followed him and the oxen to the fields, waited upon him like a servant, harvested the corn, tended the animals. He worked for him day and night; for his brother, in his eyes, had no equal in all the land of Egypt. Now when the time for ploughing the land arrived, the elder brother said to Bata:

‘Come with the seeds tomorrow early to the fields, for we must begin sowing, because the Nile flood has retreated from the earth and the day is propitious.’ Anpu having gone on ahead, it was left for Bata to bring the seed, so he went to the door of the house, and said to his sister-in-law, Anpu’s beautiful young wife:

‘Let me have the corn from the bin, for my brother and I need it today.’

The woman replied:

‘Come in and get it yourself, for I am busy doing my hair and I cannot drop my pins and ribbons and get the corn.’

So he went in, and helped himself to as much corn as he could carry, for he wanted to start the day of planting well, as the day was propitious. Seeing him carrying such a load, the wife of his brother said:

‘You are strong and good-looking, indeed. I had not noticed that you were so presentable before. Come, stay with me a little while here before you go to the fields, for you will both be away all day, and I shall be lonely. Give me something to remember when I am alone.’ Bata recoiled at the woman’s words, and his face darkened with rage. He said:

‘You are like a mother to me, for are you not my respected brother’s wife? I will forget what you have just spoken. Do you forget it, also.’ And he went away to the fields, trying to erase her suggestion from his mind, for she was his brother’s wife, and though beautiful, now appeared evil in his eyes. All day they laboured in the fields, and at evening Anpu and Bata returned home. They expected to find food ready as usual, when they came to the house. But there was no fire, no light, no smell of cooking. Bata went to the stable to attend to the animals, and Anpu went in to see what was the matter with his wife. She was lying huddled under the quilt, crying as if she were in pain. ‘What is the matter with you?’ he asked. ‘Has anyone been here in my absence to upset you like this?’ ‘The only one here in your absence was your wretched brother!’

She cried.

‘Ask him what is the matter with me!’ ‘But what are you saying? Has he laid hands upon you?’ Shouted the enraged husband. ‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘I was here doing my hair when he came in for the seeds, and he said to me “Be with me a while before I go to the fields and my brother will never know” and he violated me. Oh, I cannot look at you for shame, my husband!’ So Anpu sharpened his knife, and stood outside the stable ready to kill his brother as soon as he came to join him for the evening meal. All unaware of this, the younger brother went about his tasks in the stable, when suddenly his favourite cow spoke to him:

‘Beware, Bata, your brother has sharpened his knife and is waiting to kill you behind the door. Run, do not go back to the house, or you will die.’ The young man looked out of the stable and saw his brother standing strangely still, with his knife in his hand. Fearing that he could never explain the true state of affairs to his brother, he made a hole in the mud wall of the barn and fled as fast as his feet would carry him. But the elder brother heard him running, and chased after him. The light of murder was in his eyes. So, in great fear, Bata called out:

‘Oh Great Ra Harakhiti, Mighty Lord, You are He who divides the Evil from the Good! Save me!’

And Ra answered his prayer. A mighty river sprang up between the two brothers, a river that Anpu could not cross, even if he had had a boat, for it was full of crocodiles. The elder brother was furious that he could not reach Bata to kill him, and cursed him from the other bank. But Bata called out in a loud voice to him:

‘O my brother, do not think ill of me. I cannot prove to you that I did nothing wrong, but my cow warned me, and I fled from you in fear. Why did you come to kill me before you asked me if I had done what you believed I did?’

And his brother said:

‘Tell me yourself, then, what truly happened?’

Bata answered:

‘I went to the bin to get the seed myself, for your wife told me she was doing her hair and did not wish to leave her toilette to attend to me. Then, after I had helped myself, she said I looked strong and handsome, and tempted me to stay with her for a short while, saying that you would not know. You see how the truth has been changed.’ ‘Will you swear the oath by Ra Harakhiti that what you have said is true?’

Cried the elder brother.

‘By Ra Harakhiti I swear that it is true.’

Said the younger brother, and he took his knife, and cut a piece of his flesh, and threw it into the water, and the crocodiles ate it. Then theelder brother was satisfied, and he wept for Bata and cursed his wife. He knew that he could not reach his brother, because of the crocodiles, and he stood there, putting away his knife. ‘Now we know that you have done a bad thing, trying to kill me, will you now do a good thing for me?’

Said Bata. Anpu said he would, so his brother told him,

‘I am going away to the valley of the acacia. So you go to your house, and look to your cattle. Now this is what you can do for me; my soul shall be drawn out, and put into the flower of the acacia. When the acacia is cut down, as it will be, put the flower in a glass of cold water, for my soul shall be in it. When someone gives you a glass of beer in your hand, and it is agitating in the glass, then do not stay, but go and find the flower, even if you search for seven years, and put it in the water. Farewell.’ Then the youth stopped speaking these strange things, and went to the valley of the acacia. His brother turned away and went back to his house, and he was angered against his wife, so he killed her in the heat of his wrath. Then he threw his knife away, and looked after his cattle and his fields himself, sorrowing for his brother. A long time after this had happened, the younger brother was living in the valley of the acacia. He had drawn out his soul, and it lived in the topmost flower of the acacia tree. He had built himself a small house in which he lived, and it was full of good things. One day, walking in the valley, he met the Nine Gods, who were going forth to look upon the whole land of Egypt. The Nine Gods were talking with each other when Bata came upon them, and they said to him, ‘O Bata, Bull of the Nine Gods, why are you walking alone? Your brother has slain his wife, and all is level between you. His transgression is forgiven.’ Then, as Bata knelt before them, Ra Harakhiti said to Khnumu:

‘So that he will not be forever alone, make a woman for Bata, a mate for his loneliness.’

And Khnumu made a wife for him. She was more beautiful than any woman had ever been before. The seven Hathors came to see her when she was created, and they said of one accord:

‘She will die a sharp death, though the essence of every god is in her!’ All the day Bata hunted and in the evening he came back and placed all his spoils at his wife’s feet, for he loved her very much. He said to her one day:

‘Now, I must warn you, never go too near the sea, for if it should seize you, and want to carry you away, I cannot save you, for my soul is in the flower at the top of the acacia, and I have no power, other than in that flower.’ When she heard his secret she smiled, and thought about it much. Next day she went to walk beside the sea, and the sea saw her, and began to cast its waves up towards her. She took to her heels and, being frightened by the passion of the sea, ran away from it. She entered her house, and the sea called to the acacia: ‘I want to have that woman, I wish that I could take her!’ Then the acacia brought a curl from her hair which the woman had cut off while sitting under the tree, and dropped it into the water. The sea carried it to the place where the fullers washed the clothes of the Pharaoh. One of the washermen who was standing on the sand picked up the curl of hair, and it smelt so sweet that it almost took his senses away. He put it into the clothing which was being taken to the Pharaoh, and when Pharaoh smelt it he was enraptured. Where did this rare and wonderful scent come from?’

Cried Pharaoh.

‘Bring the wise men, so that they too may smell it and tell me.’ The wise men came, with their signs and portents, and told the Pharaoh:

‘The scent comes from the curl from the hair of a daughter of Ra Harakhiti; the essence of every god is in her. Send messengers to the borders of the sea, and in the valley of the acacia she will be found.’ So the Pharaoh sent many men to the valley of the acacia, and they tried to take the wife of Bata, but he killed them all. None of these men returned to the Pharaoh, and so he sent more, this time men on horseback and strong soldiers, to bring her to him. Bata had to let her go, but they did not kill him. He remained behind, under the acacia, feeling very distressed. Somehow, from his mind he tried to send a message to his brother, reminding him of what he had said to Anpu across the river of the crocodiles, the last time that he had seen him. The beautiful woman pleased the Pharaoh very much, and he gave her everything in his power. ‘Pharaoh,’ said she, after he had presented her with gold and jewels and rarest rings, ‘send men to cut down the acacia, for my husband’s soul is in the topmost flower, and I would that he were dead.’

So the men went and chopped the tree in the valley so that the topmost flower, in which was the soul of Bata, fell to the ground, and he, too, fell dead. At that very moment, someone handed Anpu, the elder brother, a glass of beer, and the liquid became agitated as he was about to drink it. He remembered what his brother had told him, all that long time ago. He got his stick and his sandals, his clothes for travelling, and set off. He travelled all day and all night, and arrived at the valley of the acacia. Then he saw that the tree had been cut down, and saw the body of his brother lying dead. He wept bitterly, and looked everywhere for the flower which contained the soul of his brother. But he could not find it. He lay down to sleep under the tree, and said to himself:

‘Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow I will seek it; for I will spend all the days of my life, if necessary, to find the flower.’ Next day he did not find it, but he discovered, in a crack in the earth, a seed. He put the seed in a glass of water, and it sprouted. It was soon the flower containing his brother’s soul. Within a few minutes the body of Bata shuddered under the cloth which covered it, and soon he was standing well and strong before Anpu. They embraced each other joyfully, and sat talking together for many hours. Then Bata said to his brother:

‘I am to become a great bull, by favour of the gods, and you are to get on my back. By the time the sun has risen thrice I shall be in the place where my wife makes a fool of the Pharaoh. And, when I am before the Pharaoh, you shall be taken to him, and he will give you gold and silver, and good things in return. I will be thought of by all as a great marvel, and you will return to our old village home a rich man.’

Before Anpu’s eyes he turned into a huge bull. So, the elder brother got onto his back, and within three days they were before the Pharaoh. The Pharaoh had never before seen such a fine creature, in all dominions of the Upper and the Lower Nile, so he gave many presents to the elder brother, and took Bata in his bull form to the royal stables to be looked after in great style. The gigantic bull was so tame that it was often garlanded with flowers by the royal ladies. One day when his wife, now a Princess by command of the Pharaoh, came near to him,the bull said in his human voice:

‘I am alive, and now the gods have in their wisdom caused me to be in this marvellous bull’s body.’ She was greatly affrighted, and wondered how she could get rid of her husband yet again. So she went to the Pharaoh and said:

‘My lord, I will never be happy unless I have for my illness the liver of that creature, which I am sure is fit for nothing else but to be eaten!’ So at once the Pharaoh gave orders for the animal to be slaughtered, and said:

‘Let the liver be given to the Princess, so that she will soon be well again.’ A tremendous feast was planned, and the bull was to be sacrificed to the gods. As he was being slaughtered, the bull shook two drops of blood from his shoulder wound onto the walls of the royal palace. The blood dripped from each side of the gigantic door, and where the blood soaked into the ground two Persea trees grew. They grew and grew, each day taller, and each of them was perfect in every way. A courtier went to tell the Pharaoh:

‘Lo, there are two giant trees growing, one on each side of the great door of the palace, these are propitious signs, oh Pharaoh!’

And there was much rejoicing because of these trees, and many people made offerings to them, because of their miraculous growth from the bull’s blood. The ladies of the court went out, and placed garlands of flowers around the trees, and prayed to them. When his wife came, Bata said to her from the trees, in his own voice, which she knew so well:

‘Deceitful woman, I am Bata, who you have thrice betrayed. First you went to the Pharaoh, then you had my soul-tree cut down, then you had the ox slain. Now I am in the strength of these trees. I shall never die!’ So the Princess went to the Pharaoh and said:

‘As you love me, will you do me a small favour? I do not like the sight of those two grotesque Persea trees, one on each side of the great door of the palace. Do you please give orders that they be cut down, for they grow even uglier every day, and one day they will bring the palace down, I am sure!’ The Pharaoh, besotted with his love for her, consented, and the next day woodcutters were chopping with might and main at the beautiful Persea trees. The Princess was standing not far away, looking at this activity, rejoicing in her heart, when a tiny chip of wood flew into her mouth. She was so startled that she swallowed it. The trees were at that moment completely cut down, and fell outside the Palace gates. When nine months had passed, a son was born to the Princess, and there was rejoicing all through the land, for the Pharaoh thought that the child was his son. As the months went by, the Pharaoh loved the baby even more, and raised him to be the royal son of Kush, heir of all the lands of the Upper and Lower Nile. Not many days after that, the Pharaoh died. Then the Prince, the heir of the lands, said: ‘Let all my nobles come before me, that I may tell them all that has happened to me.’ They came, and he told them everything. His elder brother was brought from the village, to be made a minister at his court. Then they brought his wife, and they judged her and she received her punishment. He was thirty years King of Egypt, and so endeared himself to the people that his brother took his place when he died.

#folklore #folk tales #mythology #egypt #literature #fantasy #idries shah

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ava-does-dumbassery · 1 year

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One time when I was in grade 4, and I read this Ancient Egyptian fairy tale where this girl loses a hair ornament in the Nile during a party or something, so a magician parts the river so he can find it for her. And I remember that at the time 4th grade me was just absolutely mystified by this, because it was really similar to the Red Sea being parted in Exodus, and wondering why these two cultures that were *so different* would have such similar stories. Because I guess that despite having spent like a month staring at this one map in my copy of the Bible that showed like the top half of Egypt along with Israel and Palestine, 4th grade me had not processed that Egypt and Israel are like. Right next to each other.

#ava has thoughts

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sixminutestoriesblog · 1 year

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rosemary

do not take my rosemary

do not take my rue

I am saving it for myself

and I have none left for you.

Rosemary is one of those hardy little plants that's been popping up in literature since we started writing about plants instead of wo/man-gods dipping into the underworld to check on their friends and/or lover/s (okay, it popped up at about the same time). It seasons our foods, invigorates our sense of smell and - if you're like me, is one of the only plants that will grow no matter what you do to it, bless its desperate little gnarly soul. When you're trying to find a plant to put over the grave of your newly deceased hamster that's not going to die five minutes after you plant them both, I found that rosemary is the only stalwart friend you can depend on to hang around. The ancient Egyptians knew what was up when they included the plant in their funerals.

So its fitting that rosemary symbolizes remembrance in a lot of cultures. Shakespeare uses it in several of his plays and I just read a Catalan fairy tale called The Sprig of Rosemary which is about, you guessed it, a sprig of rosemary. There's also a girl and a guy but that's not what we're talking about here. Rosemary has also been used medicinally for centuries, probably with the belief that anything that smells that pungent must do something. Strong smell goes beyond physical cures too. Let's talk folklore and superstition when it comes to rosemary.

Rosemary forms a protective barrier against witches in old European lore. It was also said to keep away bad dreams.

In England, wearing a bit of it in your buttonhole will sharpen your memory and help you accomplish your tasks.

American Appalachian tradition says that a tonic made out of rosemary helps the nervous system.

In France, a comb made out of its wood will help your hair grow.

Wooden rosemary spoons will make even the blandest food taste better (like the comb above one would assume that some of the oils rub out so there's a logic here).

It was often grown in monastery and nunnery gardens and was one of the herbs plague doctors stuffed the noses of their masks with. Smelly? Holy? A little bit of both?

and lastly, my two favorites.

dropping crushed rosemary into a barrel of beer will keep everyone that's drinking from it from getting drunk

and

rosemary only grows in houses where a woman is in charge (I wonder how many medieval wives lost their favorite herb when their husband heard about that and went on a weeding spree?)

so there you have it. Some interesting facts and rumors about rosemary. What stories have you heard about the 'dew of the sea'?

also if anyone knows the author of the above poem, please let me know. I read it in a book years ago and no amount of internet or bookcase searching has availed me. It remains lodged in my head and no amount of herb in my shirt is helping me remember more about it.

#rosemary #herbs #folklore #superstition #cottagecore #fairy tales #herbalism #mythology #herbology

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eldritchboop · 11 months

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The Ancient Greece Collection - 36 Rare Books

The Lost Book Project charges $10 for this collection. If you found this roundup useful, please consider donating to the Internet Archive instead.

Other roundups here

The Iliad by Homer (1598)

The Age of Fable, or, Beauties of Mythology by T. Bullfinch (1894)

The Trial and Death of Socrates by Plato (2001)

The Republic by Plato (375 BC)

The Adventures of Odysseus and the Tale of Troy - P. Colum (1918)

India in Greece, or, Truth in Mythology - E. Pococke (1852)

The Persian Expedition by Xenophon (401 BC)

Hellenic History - G. Botsford (1921)

History of Alexander the Great - J. Abbott (1848)

Stories of Old Greece and Rome - E. K. Baker (1913)

Medea by Euripides (431 BC)

Old Greek Stories - J. Baldwin (1895)

Crete, the Forerunner of Greece - C. Hawes (1921)

The Ancient City - A Study on the Religion, Laws and Institutions of Greece and Rome - F. de Coulanges (1877)

Modern Greek Folklore and Ancient Greek Religion - A Study in Survivals - J. C. Lawson (1910)

Aristotle and Ancient Educational Ideals - T. Davidson (1892)

Stories of Greek Gods, Heroes and Men - a primer of the mythology and history of the Greeks - C. H. Harding (1897)

Greek Pictures - J. Mahaffy (1890)

The Heroes or, Greek Fairy Tales for my Children - C. Kingsley (1901)

Greek Religious Thought from Homer to The Age of Alexander - F. Cornford (1921)

A History of Ancient Greek Literature - G. Murray (1897)

A Classical Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography, Mythology and Geography by W. Smith (1899)

A General History of Greece from the Earliest Period to the Death of Alexander the Great - G. Cox (1890)

Greek and Roman Mythology - J. M. Tatlock (1917)

Beeton's classical dictionary. A cyclopaedia of Greek and Roman biography, geography, mythology, and antiquities by S. O. Beeton (1871)

Minoan Mycenaean Religion and its survival in Greek religion - M. Nilsson (1921)

Dictionary of Greek and Roman biography and mythology Vol. 1 - W. Smith (1850)

Dictionary of Greek and Roman biography and mythology Vol. 2 - W. Smith (1850)

Dictionary of Greek and Roman biography and mythology Vol. 3 - W. Smith (1850)

Rhodes in Ancient times - C. Torr (1885)

The legend of Perseus a study of tradition in story custom and belief Vol. 1 - E. S. Hartland (1894)

Tales of Troy and Greece - A. Lang (1907)

Greece in the times of Homer, an account of the life, customs, and habits of the Greeks during the Homeric period - T. Timayenis (1885)

The Story of Troy - M. Clarke (1897)

Manual of Mythology - Greek and Roman, Norse, and Old German, Hindoo and Egyptian mythology - A. S. Murray (1874)

#myth #ancient greece #classical mythology #mythology tag #mythology books

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realjaysumlin · 3 months

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Why Y Chromosomes Might Disappear

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The old idea of sexual reproduction was to believe that a bird delivered babies isn't smart to believe in, a matter of fact this idea is stupid to say the very least. Remember this is European thinking, do you still think these foolish people are smart?

No humans on earth are as stupid and dumb as people who call themselves white. Do you really want these people telling you who you are? Think about all of the stupid shit these people believe in. The leprechaun, tooth fairy, Santa Claus, fire breathing dragons, unicorns, mermaids, Atlantis, god of creation, and so much more; granted some of these ideas were stolen from the Egyptians and ancient China and Japan, sure folk tales are nothing new but to believe in these things literally is just plain ignorant.

#black love #black positivity #black africans #black history #science #evolution #science side of tumblr #Youtube

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4, 48, 49, 52, 81, 85, 93

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

u know that stereotype of the white boy w ADHD? like exactly that, i was apparently so ADHD my teachers would constantly call my mom to tell her to get me tested lmao

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

cantaloupe, one of my favorites :) because they're sweet and unlike mango they aren't super wet

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

The opposite of love isn't hate, its apathy. Paraphrasing of course but I use it to remember not to give so much to hate, and the liek

52. favorite font?

Bradley hand itc

Look at it !!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Uhh I've never seen either, so none? But if it's the word then fireflies sounds cuter

85. fairy tales or mythology?

definitely mythology, I've always loved learning about different people's that r gone, like the ancient Egyptians, the ancient Greeks, Celtics, etc; I like learning Abt their gods and the stories they all created about them

93. nicknames?

lex or alex, but lex was created organically while I made everyone on the Internet call me Alex lol, so I prefer lex !! sometimes I would get called dcups when my url was still dcupsofjustice, which is hilarious

#ask tag #alex speaks #idr #this was fun and sry for the late reply i got a migraine

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Au time! Izuku's quirk is he's an Egyptian god! One day he wakes up to seeing people in his room looking at him. Turns out he was Ra, the most powerful Egyptian god.

Okay so I'm going to add a twist to this au.

- ancient Egypt believed that if one were to live out their life elegantly they would be reborn indefinitely after they die.

- but did the same work for gods?

- when people no longer believed in the gods, when their names, languages and deed were only vaugely mentioned in fairy tales and nothing more. When their bodies were no more than sand in the Sierra? When they died.

- would they be reborn too?

- He waited in darkness for what felt like eons yearning for his question to be answered.

- had he not been a kind enough god? Had he not done enough?

- if not he would do better next time, if he was given a next time. He would help more people, anyone he came across that needed help. He would show kindness instead of ruthlessness. He vowed to do so, if only he could have another life.

- he just wanted out of the darkness.

- and after centuries of waiting, Ra king of the sun, the heavens, ruler of kings, of power and of light, opened his eyes once more in the mortal realm.

- first time in over three thousand years Ra breathed air in his new form as an human infant named Izuku Midoriya.

So I Isekai-ed this prompt. Or did a Yu-Gi-Oh situation? Izuku and Ra are the same person just a reincarnation of each other. I did this because I was having a hard time thinking up what a Ra quirk would entail, so I did this instead. Though Izuku will have some type of light quirk in this au.

#the power of Ra! au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

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earthmegarah · 2 years

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The Frog Queen by Brian Froud

There, in the inner realm of Faery, this Frog Queen is surrounded by earthly and watery companions, the little impulses of our nature, and one little whim that needs to be pampered. Pignut the pixies laughs and says: “She hasn’t even got her croak to keep her warm.” The others groan and roll their eyes while the Frog Queen smiles her secret smile. The queen has left her crown and robe behind, for today she’s going swimming- in the well of inspiration. Some call it then well well, or healing well- or the need well, for it provides you with what you need. Through our imaginations, we can follow her into the well. Let her leap be yours, and swim downward into the dark and soothing depths.

Many faces peer down at you from the distant surface of the well-faery thoughts and impulses that you must leave behind. Name them if you can, then let them go and leave them at the surface. Follow the Frog Queen deeper and deeper, and all you no longer need is washed away. Deeper, deeper, deeper... Darkness gives way to a golden glow surrounding you with pervasive warmth as a rich golden light permeates every part of your body, every part of your soul. Rest here for as long as you desire... then ask this Faery for whatever you need most. Her gift takes the form of a radiant golden ball-hold it in your heart, and its buoyancy will lift you to the surface once once more. As you break through the air above, the ball has become a part of you, radiating faery warmth, light, and power deep inside you. As you emerge from the well feeling light, refreshed, and clear, remember to thank the Frog Queen for her help. She will reply that you are welcome to return to the well anytime you need to.

(Well, this footnote is more of a leg note-for the Frog Queen has burrowed the legs of a frog, the most favored and noble of all faery companions. Frogs were known as the healing Lords of the Earth to the ancient Celts of Europe, symbols of good luck and robust good health. They were sacred to Hekit, the Egyptian midwife of the gods, representing fertility and rebirth- while Ch’ing-Wa Sheng, the Chinese frog spirit, symbolized vision and subtle understanding. Frogs were a sign of harmony between lovers in Graeco-Roman Myth; they also represented sensuality and were the companions on the nymphs. Frogs were magical rainmakers in Aztec myths, Aboriginal lore, and folktales of many African peoples. In European fairy tales, the frog or toad was an agent of transformation: princes hide in frog disguise and frog wives conjured magic of the heart. In alchemy, the jewel concealed the toad’s head symbolized spiritual truth- reminding us that hidden rewards can be found in the most unpromising material or events.)

#faeries #faerie #faery #brian froid #art #the frog queen #favorite art

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marciabrady · 1 year

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If you’ve read it, what do you think of Once Upon A Dream: a twisted tale?

It was horrid. In general, the Twisted Tales aren't my vibe. I've read the Cinderella, Peter Pan, Sleeping Beauty, and The Little Mermaid ones- part of the Meg one that came out too- and they're unenchanting and too obvious in their aim. Braswell is a talented writer but I don't think she's good at making the characters feel as they appeared in their original films. She's really bad at writing character voices and maintaining integrity. She literally just changes the characters to suit whatever agenda she has at any time, even if it sacrifices character authenticity, and it's to the detriment of her books imo. Her talent really shines in certain areas- for instance, I read she studied ancient Egyptian artifacts or something of the like, so when she describes all of the different elements Vanessa is hoarding during The Little Mermaid's twisted tales, it's so fascinating and rings true. However, the climax of the book features majorly cringe-worthy dialogue that a twelve year old could do better with.

Staying on topic with Sleeping Beauty's book, I think she does a lovely job of explaining events as they happened in the film- like describing how Phillip felt when he first met Aurora, detailing her shoulder line as the wing of angels, etc, but when she has to be creative and make anything up on her own is where there's a severe plummet. She has this really annoying habit in her books of thinking, by making female characters as unappealing as possible, she's somehow contributing to the feminist movement...for instance, in the Peter Pan book, there's no shortage of making Wendy irritable, annoying, and literally just gross- going on to describe at length how she feels when salt water goes up her nose or sweat gathers here or there's a sharp stab at this rib, like this hyper-fixation on certain topics that literally border on being unhygienic and it makes me uncomfortable because I like to deal more with how a character is feeling or their background, too much focus on bodily functions is so odd to me. Her characterization of Aurora suffers similarly. She puts Aurora in all these uncomfortable situations, where she's being stabbed by thorns or attacked by fairies, etc, and she just makes Aurora someone who gets annoyed super easily, doesn't really like Phillip, even utters the words "Shut Up" at times and...it's not giving what she thinks it's giving lol

#ask #anonymous

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coolx2-nodoubt · 1 year

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•BOOK ENCOUNTER•

Pairing: Steven Grant x Gn!Reader

Warning: FLUFFY STEVEN

Word count: 800+

A/n: long time since I've written about my sweet boy, and I loved this idea.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

You wanted to widen your horizon on books. You are always stuck with either romance or true crime. But this time you wanted to try something new, something fresh.

You went to your small local bookstore, where you always went to clear your mind. It's the only place where you felt safe and calm.

You arrived, but instead of your usual aisle, you decided on going to Ancient Egypt aisle. Familiar but not yet explored. You looked through them, trailing your fingers over the spines of the books. Until one book caught your eye, it had dark green rustic leather with gold writing on it. When you went to grab it, it wasn't coming out, it seemed like someone else was pulling it from the other side, but you managed to take it when the other person left it alone. Looking through the gap you’ve created you saw a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes with bags under them looking straight at you. He awkwardly smiled at you waving with his hands. You did the same, mirroring him. You came around the bookshelf, walking towards him. He had placed one of his hands in his pockets, waving at you again, mothing the word, hello, while placing his other hand back in his right pocket.

When you got close to him, you noticed how good-looking he is. His messy, side-parted, curly, dark hair. His chiseled cheekbones, the sharp face structure, the slight stubble. Even with his clothes on you knew this man was well-built. This man is gorgeous.

"Hi, I'm sorry. Did you want this book?"

"Uhh… no. I've read it twice now. You can have it." He said, gesturing for you to keep it.

"Twice? And you were about to read it again? Well, this book is definitely a catch."

"Ooh, yes! This book talks about all the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses. My favorite Goddess must be Tawaret, the god of childbirth, and fertility. The name "Taweret" means "she who is great" or simply "great one", a common pacificatory address to dangerous deities. She-" His eyes gleamed with joy, talking about it so enthusiastically.

While listening to him you realized how messy you looked. Wearing a white shirt with a ketchupstain on it with a pair of overalls. And your dirty white converse. You hadn't had a chance to get ready, you took your bag and left. Definitely not cute.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Your ears must be tired of hearing me rambling. Sometimes I get carried away. Sorry again." He said, putting his hands up.

"No, please continue. You were saying 'Feather of Maat'…" You said, listening attentively.

Surprised by your answer, he proceeded.

"Yeah, well it is believed that Tawaret removes the heart of the dead soul and places it on the scale, weighing it against the Feather of Maat, who decides if you deserve to be passed on to the afterlife, ending up in the field of reeds."

"Oo, that's interesting. What happens if the heart doesn't balance?"

Taken back, that you were actually paying attention, and the not slightest bit of annoyance in your voice just curiosity he continued.

" Well, if the heart was heavier than the feather – presumably weighty with wickedness – then it was swallowed by the Ammut the “Soul Feeder” a monster that was part crocodile, part hippo, and part lion."

"Yikes, that's scary. Hopefully, it isn't me." You said, crossing your fingers together.

"Oh don't worry love, these are nothing but just old fairy tales." Oh, little did he know.

"I would love to talk to you more, but I've got to go to work, otherwise, my boss would get angry." I work at The museum by the way."

"Oh really? I am planning on visiting that place, actually."

"Oo you should definitely come by and have a look, it is filled with amazing artifacts and knowledge."

"Ah well, I would love to get toured by you." You said.

"No, I uh- I work at a gift shop, I'm a gift shoppist." He said, with a sad tone.

"That’s surprising, you know a lot about this stuff, you should definitely try for it, you would be perfect." Oh, little did you know.

"Yeah, I will." He said, releasing a sigh.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Steven."

"How'd you- Oh the name tag, yup." He tapped on it, remembering he is in his work clothes.

"Well, you too uhh…"

"Y/N." You introduced yourself, extending your arm.

"Ah, Y/N, beautiful name, I'm Steven… but youuu already knew that." He scratched the back of his head which you find cute and giggled, cheeks turning red at his compliment.

"All right, it was nice seeing you."

"You too. Uh... sorry, but when will I be seeing you again? It's just I'm a little excited."

"Soon, don't worry. I'm as thrilled as you are." You waved him goodbye. Which he also did, smiling at you.

You left the place, with the book in your hand. Excited about meeting him again.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Thx for reading, comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

#steven grant #moon knight #library #gn reader #marvel #mcu fanfiction #💙💙💙

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brookston · 9 months

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Holidays 8.28

Holidays

Bow Tie Day

Crackers Over the Keyboard Day

Criminal Appreciation Day

Crumbs Between the Keys Day

Dream Day Quest and Jubilee

828 Day

Emerati Women’s Day (UAE)

Emmett Till Day

End of the Fairy Tale Day

Giving Black Day (a.k.a. Give 828)

Gone-ta-Pott Day [every 28th]

Green Shirt Guy Day

I Have a Dream Day

International Read Comics in Public Day

Manifest 828 Day

Mariamoba (Republic of Georgia)

National Bow Tie Day

National Grandparents Day (Mexico)

National Over It Day

National Power Rangers Day

National Thoughtful Day

Nativity of Nephthys (Egyptian Goddess of Love)

Race Your Mouse Around the Icons Day

Radio Commercial Day

Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day

Russian Germans Day (Germany)

Scientific American Day

Significant Historical Events Day

Tan Suit Day

Watermelon Day (French Republic)

World Day of Turners Syndrome

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Cheese Sacrifice Day

National Cherry Turnover Day

National Red Wine Day

Stuffed Green Bell Peppers Day

Subway Sandwich Day

4th & Last Monday in August

Araw ng mga Bayani (National Heroes’ Day; Philippines) [Last Monday]

August/Summer Bank Holiday (UK) [Last Monday]

International Day of Cyber Attack Ceasefire [Last Monday]

Liberation Day (Hong Kong) [Last Monday]

Motorist Consideration Monday [Monday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Notting Hill Carnival (UK) [Last Monday & day before]

Social Justice Day (Antarctica) [4th Monday]

Independence Days

Holy Empire of Reunion (Declared; 1997) [unrecognized]

Luana (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Moldova (from USSR; 1991)

Ohio Empire (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Alexander of Constantinople (Christian; Saint)

Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary (Abkhazia)

Augustine of Hippo (Christian; Saint) [brewers] *

Ayyankali Jayanti (Kerala, India)

Constant Troyon (Artology)

Edmund Arrowsmith (Christian; Saint)

Edward Burne-Jones (Artology)

Feast of the Mother of God (Georgia, Macedonia, Serbia)

Festival for Luna (Ancient Rome)

Festival for Sol (Ancient Rome)

Festival of the Neon Revolution

First Onam (Rice Harvest Festival; Kerala, India)

Frank Gorshin Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Hermes of Rome (Christian; Saint)

Julian (Christian; Saint)

Junipero Serra (Christian; Saint)

Marimba (Virgin’s Assumption; Georgia)

Mariotte (Positivist; Saint)

Media Aestas III (Pagan)

More Rum Day (Pastafarian)

Moses the Black (Christian; Saint)

Uncle Norton the Elephant (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 40 of 60)

Premieres

Animal Crackers (Film; 1930)

Cain's Jawbone, by E. Powys Mathers (Novel/Puzzle; 1934)

Come Clean, by Puddle of Mudd (Album; 2001)

The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas (Novel; 1844)

Do the Evolution, by Pearl Jam (Animated Music Video; 1998)

54 (Film; 1998)

Flying Leathernecks (Film; 1951)

Gallipoli (Film; 1981)

Get Rich Quick Porky (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Honeymoon in Vegas (Film; 1992)

I Have a Dream, by Martin Luther King Jr. (Speech; 1963)

Let’s Get It On, by Marvin Gaye (Album; 1973)

Lohengrin, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1850)

Mary of Scotland (Film; 1936)

Mickey’s Follies (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (TV Series; 1993)

Narcos (TV Series; 2015)

The New Mutants (Film; 2020)

Perri (Disney Film; 1957)

Personal, 19th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2014)

Phineas and Verb the Movie: Candace Against the Universe (Animated Film; 2020)

Private Lessons (Film; 1981)

Q. Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!, by Devo (Album; 1978)

Rope (Film; 1948)

Smile, by Katy Perry (Album; 2020)

Song of the Thin Man (Film; 1947)

Studio 54 (Film; 1998)

Tease for Two (WB LT Cartoon; 1965)

Travelling Without Moving, by Jamiroquai (Album; 1996)

The Truth About Mother Goose (Disney Cartoon; 1957)

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (Film; 1992)

Victoria (TV Series; 2016)

Walk This Way by Aerosmith (Song; 1975)

Yankee Doodle Bugs (WB LT Cartoon; 1954)

Today’s Name Days

Adelinde, Aline, Augustin (Austria)

Augustin, Tin (Croatia)

Augustýn (Czech Republic)

Augustinus (Denmark)

August, Gustav, Kustas, Kustav, Kusti, Kusto (Estonia)

Tauno (Finland)

Augustin, Elouan (France)

Adelinde, Aline, Augustin, Vivian (Germany)

Damon (Greece)

Ágoston (Hungary)

Agostino, Ermete (Italy)

Auguste, Guste, Ranna (Latvia)

Augustinas, Patricija, Steigvilė, Tarvilas (Lithuania)

Artur, August (Norway)

Adelina, Aleksander, Aleksy, Augustyn, Patrycja, Sobiesław, Stronisław (Poland)

Augustín (Slovakia)

Agustín (Spain)

Fatima, Leila (Sweden)

Agustin, August, Augusta, Augustina, Austen, Austin, Austina, Austyn, Gus, Gustava, Gustavo (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 240 of 2024; 125 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 35 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 21 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 13 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 11 Elul 5783

Islamic: 11 Safar 1445

J Cal: 30 Hasa; Nineday [30 of 30]

Julian: 15 August 2023

Moon: 92%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 16 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Mariotte]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 68 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 7 of 32)

Calendar Changes

Rad (Motion) [Half-Month 17 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 9.9)

#calendar #Holidays

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