Here’s a handy dandy color reference chart for you artists, writers, or any one else who needs it! Inspired by this post x
I either talk a lot or don’t talk at all there is no in-between.
So….I totally never thought about this. I’m sure very few of you have. I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit disturbed…
Wow. Food for thought. I’m sure there’s an answer though.
Their names were translated/Anglicized after going from Greek to English.
The names of the Apostles are of Greek, Aramaic and Hebrew origins. The Hebrew, Aramaic and “Greek” named Apostles were:
Shim’on = Simon (Hebrew origin).
Y’hochanan = John (Hebrew origin).
Mattithyahu = Matthew (Hebrew origin).
Ya’aqov = James (Hebrew origin meaning Jacob).
Bar-Tôlmay = Bartholomew (Aramaic, which is related to Hebrew).
Judah = Jude / Saint Jude (not to be confused with Judas Iscariot, Hebrew origin).
Yehuda = Judas Iscariot (Hebrew origin, Betrayed Yeshua/Yehosua the Messiah).
Cephas / Kephas = Peter (Hebrew / Aramaic origin meaning “Rock”).
Tau’ma = Thomas (Aramaic origin).
Andrew = Andrew (Greek origin. Is the brother of Cephas / Kephas).
Phillip = Phillip (Greek origin).
You will note that there are only 11 names, that is because there were 2 Apostles named Ya’aqov (James), which brings the total to 12 apostles.
learning more from tumblr than college
Another fun little tidbid: look at the name we get Jesus from: Yeshua. Moving from Hebrew to Latin and Greek, the Y became an I, then a J when the “ya” sound shifted to “ja”. Look familiar? That’s right; Jesus’s proper Latinized name isn’t even Jesus, it’s Joshua :)
So why did the back change? Greek and Latin don’t have male names that end in vowel sounds; those are typically reserved for women particularly among the Romans where women were long named after their fathers (i.e. Julia is the feminine version of Julius, so it would be read by a Roman literally as “Julius’s daughter” or “Julius’s girl”. By-and-Large Not a fun time being a lady in Republic and Imperial Roman society). As such, a vowel-ending hardly seemed appropriate for their new man-god and they gave it a male ending, -us. Yeshua becomes Yeshuas, and because end-of-name dipthongs like that are also uncommon in Latin and Greek(this is one reason why ancient scholars assumed the Perseus stories and cult originally came from “The East” btw; the ancient Greeks blamed anything odd about the practices and stories of the common folk as coming from “The East”[mostly because they believed everyone to their North and West to be uncivilized savages with nothing to contribute to Civilization, even though most of the precious metals they used likely came from their North and West] so never let anyone tell you Orientalism is a new thing :p In modern times, classics scholars typically think it means Perseus predates the Indo-European Greek culture), it got taken out too, making Yeshus Iesus, then Jesus when J was invented :)
Character development, anyone?
I never realized how powerful this line is. It’s not just that she’s saying Katniss is beautiful, she’s also saying the people of the capitol aren’t. That their beauty is not real. It’s not beautiful. She’s not beautiful. All the wigs, make up and silly fussy dresses she wears are not beautiful. It’s not real beauty.
I can’t explain to you guys how much I love and adore her.
Get to know me meme: [1/5] female character » Effie Trinket
“Unfortunately, I can’t seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that,” says Effie grimly. “But don’t worry, I’ll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary.” Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.”
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
This is so beautiful. I almost cried.
And yet the letter starts with a reference to his daughter’s looks.
Cutie-pie doesn’t necessarily mean it’s referring to her looks. You can be cute in more ways than just your looks. Just saying.
^^Seriously, you’re going to make a comment about how a dad called his child cutie-pie? This was so touching and beautiful and you have to bring it down. A father calling his daughter cutie-pie has nothing to do with him talking about her looks. It’s a freaking nickname.
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece"
if you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my feminist ideologies