*is Held*

The Gate of Athena Archegetis, Roman Agora of Athens, Greece

Colorfully decorated entrance ceiling of the Academy of Athens, Greece

I'm just gonna girly pop and Baby gorl Vash until someone gets mad at me.

Adonie

Yesterday (19/20) was in July the second celebration of God Adonis, the first was in March.

During this day one untied the procession in which sacred pictures of God Adonis and Goddess Aphrodite were magnified through the streets of the city. All were surrounded by flowers and fruits; plus, “Adonis’ Gardens” were carried during the processions, i.e. terracotta vases with little plants to thrown overboard as offering. 

July parties, as opposed to funerals in March, celebrated the Passional Love between Goddess Aphrodite and God Adonis.

wanted to see him w his hair down 👀

Ionic columns of the Academy of Athens, Greece

Temple of Apollo Palatinus.

The greatness of Apollo in Rome was not just about arts, but politics and military, since he was tutelary deity of Republican Court.

When, in 36 bC, Octavian August won against Sexus Pompey's troops, he thanked Apollo for his providential action and so built a temple on Palatine Hill. The choice of the place upon which was guided by a divine manifastion, e.g in the same place where a lightning fell inside an August's property on Palatine Hill.

Inside the temple (it says that it had ivory doors and magnificent bas-reliefs) there was a sculptural group, object of worship: Apollo, his sister Diana and their mother Leto.

There were kept Sibylline Books, because Apollo was also God of Divination.

Ὦ τὸν ὑποχθόνιον ναίων δόμον, ὀβριμόθυμε, Ταρτάριον λειμῶνα βαθύσκιον ἠδὲ λιπαυγῆ, Ζεῦ χθόνιε, σκηπτοῦχε, τάδ' ἱερὰ δέξο προθύμως· Πλούτων, ὃς κατέχεις γαίης κληῖδας ἁπάσης, πλουτοδοτῶν γενεὴν βροτέην καρποῖς ἐνιαυτῶν. ὃς τριτάτης μοίρης ἔλαχες χθόνα παμβασίλειαν, ἕδρανον ἀθανάτων, θνητῶν στήριγμα κραταιόν· ὃς θρόνον ἐστήριξας ὑπὸ ζοφοειδέα χῶρον, τηλέπορον τ', ἀκάμαντα, λιπόπνοον, ἄκριτον Ἅιδην, κυάνεόν τ' Ἀχέρονθ', ὃς ἔχει ῥιζώματα γαίης. ὃς κρατέεις θνητῶν θανάτου χάριν, ὦ πολυδέγμων Εὔβουλ', ἁγνοπόλου Δημήτερος ὅς ποτε παῖδα νυμφεύσας λειμῶνος ἀποσπαδίην διὰ πόντου, τετρώροις ἵπποισιν ὑπ' Ἀτθίδος ἤγαγες ἄντρον δήμου Ἐλευσῖνος, τόθι περ πύλαι εἴσ' Ἀίδαο. μοῦνος ἔφυς ἀφανῶν ἔργων φανερῶν τε βραβευτής, ἔνθεε, παντοκράτωρ, ἱερώτατος, ἀγλαότιμε, σεμνοῖς μυστιπόλοις χαίρων ὁσίοις τε σεβασμοῖς ἵλαον ἀγκαλέω σε μολεῖν κεχαρηότα μύσταις.

Oh, you can search fad and wide you can drink the whole town dry

But you'll never find a beer so brown (But you'll never find a beer so brown)

As the one we drink in our home town (But you'll never find a beer so brown) As the one we drink in our home town

You can keep your fancy ales you can drink'em by the flagon but the only brew for the brave and true comes from the Green Dragon

Hey oh, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe rain may fall and wind may blow but there'll still be many miles to go

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that falls from hills to plain but better than rain or rippling brook is a mug of beer inside the Took!

Blunt the knives, bent the forks smash the bottles and burn the corks chip the glasses and crack the plates that's what Bilbo Baggins hates

Cut the cloth, trail the fat leave the bones on the bedroom mat pour the milk on the pantry floor splash the wine on every door

Dump the corks in the boiling bowl pound them up with a thumping pole and when you've finished if they are whole send them down the hall to roll

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

There's an Inn, there's an Inn a merry old Inn, beneath an old grey hill and there they brew a beer so brown the Man on the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill

Ohh, the ostler has a tipsy cat that plays the five-string fiddle and up and down he saws his bow now squeaky high now purring low now sawing in the middle

So, the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle a jig that would wake the dead he squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune while the landlord shook the Man on the Moon "It's after three!" he said now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle the dog began to roar the cows and the horses stood on their heads the guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor the round Moon rolled behind the hill as the Sun raised up her head she hardly believed her fiery eyes for though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed!