#the greek lawyer

[chterzidislaw]

Our client was released!

⚖️ 📜 My objections to our client's detention were accepted, he was released and his deportation did not take place!

Are you in trouble with Migration Law cases..?

... 📞 Call us today on  00306977424779  or   📧  us  at  terzidislaw@yahoo.gr

💼 We have great experience in Migration Law.

Christos M. Terzidis, a Greek Lawyer with a PhD from the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki and a Former Legal Advisor to the NGO 'ARSIS' on refugee and migrant legal issues, has a great expertise and specializes in Migration / Refugee Law.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sunflower Valentine

artwork by @eu--lalia

Higurma Masterlist

Imagine leaving Higuruma a bouquet of sunflowers on his desk on Valentine's day.

He'll quickly deduce that whoever left them was making a play on his name and his career as a lawyer. So it's someone he knows.

Although he'd prefer roses if someone was leaving him flowers, he's flattered nonetheless that there's a person believing he's bouquet worthy.

The little card that came with them says 'To balance out your gloominess'.

He'll chuckle to himself 'Gloomy? I'm not gloomy. Broody perhaps.'

The rest of his day is spent trying to figure out who sent them, and he'll have a goofy grin on his face whenever he glances at them. He'll try his best to draw attention to them every time someone comes in the room, like he's not so discreetly saying 'someone sent me a Valentine's bouquet!'

"Pretty bouquet." You comment as you walk in to hand him a report.

"Oh, noticed them did you? Looks like I'm popular around here," he'll drawl, trying not to look too pleased with himself.

"Or it could mean someone doesn't want to look at you again."

His smugness fades. "What do you mean?"

"Oh cmon, you know the old Greek tale? Apollo turned his lover Clytie into a sunflower so that he'd never have to look at her face again after she betrayed him to a sea nymph."

His cheer immediately drops and you feel bad for him. "But I doubt that. Very few people know that fact. I'm sure whoever sent them intends to see your face again. Perhaps the next day morning."

"Next day morning?" he sounds confused.

You nod your head. "Yeah. Sunflowers need to be plucked in the early morning otherwise they wilt. So maybe whoever sent them was hoping they'd see your face the next morning after you've... Wilted."

You give him a playful smirk and walk out.

"Wilted...? What...?"

It takes a few seconds before the cogs in his brain start work.

"Hold on now y/n!"

He scrambles out of the office behind you.

Sunflower divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[finelythreadedsky]

Sophocles, Antigone, tr. Don Taylor

[ingravinoveritas]

David is absolutely sticking his arse out more than necessary in that first pic, and I am at peace with that...

[winged-cries]

everything is big if you believe hard enough, which is what fascinates me about the whole thing. lots of people have a fight with their brother, but not a lot of people declare themselves abel from the bible.

[knifeeater]

Interview with the Vampire Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape | Anne Carson Antigonick

[jasipereo]

I’m having the literal time of my life reading this fic and an even greater time livetexting every single reaction straight to @malrie’s phone. I feel like I’m 15 with an unmedicated mental illness again this is incredible

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

sea glass gardens so good i forgot i was dying of a cold in bed for like four hours, you are a godsend

this just in guys my fanfics have medicinal qualities

[fandomchaosposts]

Ο Αντώνης ήταν νομική οπότε δεν θα ειχε ιδεα τι στον πουτσο κανω τοσες μερες με τα excel but i like to think hed be amazed by my skills

[chterzidislaw]

Providing legal assistance to refugees and migrants in Greece.

⚖️ Christos M. Terzidis, Greek migration lawyer, Doctor of Law from the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki  & Former Legal Advisor to the NGO ARSIS on refugee and migrant issues, is pretty experienced and specializes in Migration Law.

💼 As a greek law office, we protect the human rights of refugees, we stand by the problems of refugees, undertaking cases like:

✔️Refugee and immigrant residence permits (issuance and renewal) 

✔️Application for political asylum and support at all stages of the process 

✔️Appeals 

✔️protection from deportation 

✔️protection from administrative detention 

✔️deposition applications and their presentation and support before the Administrative Courts 

✔️pleadings 

✔️presentation and representation before the Appeals Authority and its competent committees 

✔️passports (issuance-renewal) 

✔️family reunifications 

✔️naturalization-acquisition of Greek citizenship and support at all stages of the process 

✔️Golden Visa cases etc.

��� We prepare each case methodically with the outmost care and attention. 

🆘 There is a 24-hour service available for emergency cases (like arrests and so on)

 📞 Reach us today by phone on 00306977424779  , we can help you resolve your legal issues!

[scorndotexe]

oh greek geoguessr is so much worse than europe

[finelythreadedsky]

it would be so interesting to cast antigone with a major star as creon and a total unknown as antigone and then publicize it accordingly with a bigger focus on the creon actor

[sugaroto]

When I get polls I want to do like a sexyman poll but with greek people just so Kapoutzidis can win it

I mean, I haven't even considered most of the other options but we all know its him right

Greek Tumblr is basically the Kapoutzidis fan club

[secretceremonials]

I think classics will inevitably reject me, but I find it strange that they haven’t yet? It’s been 3 working days, the decision is between 2 people, I’ve met them both, and it takes like 2 minutes to write an email

[itslenagain]

[ Part 1 / Part 13 ]

PART 14

(Wilson...)

Hera awakes.

Alone.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev bursts through the door to the sherrif's office. Startled, he quickly jumps up to close the door.

"Where the fuck is Joanne Faraday?!"

"...you need to leave, Bev. Run. Get out of Wyoming. The target on your back is so big, I can't promise you protection."

"I don't care! She's my best friend! I have to find her so I can tell her she's stupid and reckless and that I will never be able to thank her enough for looking out for me!"

"I don't know where he took her."

"Who?!"

".....Peter."

Bev feels her knees get weak. She takes a steady breath. "I'm going to find her."

"And what the hell do you intend to do then, huh? That's exactly what he wants. You're walking into a trap. You're going to get yourself killed."

"I don't know how to exist in a world without her in it. I have to try."

(Fort Lauderdale...)

Kimberly's eyes burn as she steps off the plane. She cried the entire flight. Her body aches. Everything is numb.

She can't believe this is happening. She doesn't understand.

She calls Tina. "I need to ask a BIG favor..."

"....please don't be mad, but as soon as I heard you took off, I cleaned out my old guest room so it'd be there if you needed it."

"Asshole," Kimberly huffs. "...thank you for caring. I promise I won't be a burden. And I'll start looking for a job right away."

"Take your time. Your tips paid my mortgage for 6 years."

(Wilson...)

Hera stares blankly at the empty place where her love once slept.

She closes her eyes, and in a flash of green light, she's standing by the arrival gate in Fort Lauderdale. She sees Kimberly. Her heart skips.

She really left. She didn't even say goodbye.

Hera flashes back to Wilson. She lies down in the bed. Everything hurts.

Her mind races through the entire history she has with Kimberly. It feels longer to her than it truly was. Not even a full mortal year. She wonders how long it felt for Kimberly.

She drifts back to that night in the bar. That weird holiday Americans celebrate in the fall. It was Hera's first time in Florida. She wore the red dress with the gold embellishments. Everyone was looking at her when she entered. So many jaws on the floor, so many hungry eyes. But the only set of eyes she cared about was Kimberly's. Those eyes felt so good on her. She approached Kimberly, who nearly spat out her drink as Hera leaned in to ask her name. She looked genuinely surprised. All the other regulars teased her for being so flustered; apparently it was unlike her to be caught off-guard. She began rambling, trying to regain her cool. It was adorable.

When she recovered? Well, her hands felt even better than her eyes on Hera's skin.

She knew from observing mortal lesbians that the emotional connections were intense, the physical connections were electric, and the dates sometimes lasted days. But she hadn't truly experienced it until Kimberly. Their first date started right there at the bar, and went on for about 4 days. Hera loved every minute of it. They talked over coffee and beer and on cigarette breaks and naked in bed and in the car and on the beach at twilight. They bonded over a shared appreciation for history. Hera softly chuckled listening to Kimberly discuss Greek myths, taking in her interpretations and thinking back to how it really happened. Kimberly introduced her to music she grew to love. Hera taught her about Mediterranean cuisine. On the third day, Kimberly confided that most of her "relationships" prior had been primarily casual, and she blushed and fidgeted in her seat when she confessed that she wanted to try something more. The more time she spent with Kimberly, the more Hera began to imagine a future with her.

When Hera left Olympus, she didn't have much of a plan; she just knew she needed to leave. She spent time wandering from place to place, taking in the mortal world, learning about the culture. She thought little about her past life. There were flings, but nothing too serious. With Kimberly, Hera imagined what it might be like to be in a relationship with someone new. She was nervous... but in a way that felt good. She imagined waking up in the same bed. She dreamed of how it might feel to trust. That thought was terrifying. She pictured a future where she felt loved, rather than like a possession. It brought her to her knees. She didn't know how desperately she desired real, honest love until she recognized that she'd never truly had it.

It was a whirlwind after that. Kimberly went back to work after the holiday break, and Hera began contemplating what she wanted to do. She was scared. But the more time she spent with Kimberly, the less she worried. She asked Athena to help keep Zeus off her trail for as long as possible.

She did not tell Kimberly the truth until she had no other choice. Maybe that was her first mistake.

When Zeus caught up to them, Kimberly decided to run away with Hera. Hera tried her best to help Kimberly understand. She expected it to be hard, but Kimberly seemed to adjust to the idea that Olympus is real remarkably well. The thrill of it all kept them going. There was definitely more running than talking. They formed a special sort of bond during this time.

Hera decided, not long after they began to run, that she wanted to make a statement. She wanted to not just divorce Zeus, but to take back her life and image. She told Kimberly her plan.

Hera feels her eyes sting. She didn't ask, she didn't give a choice, she told. Maybe that was her second mistake.

Everything that has happened since then has been so incredibly absurd. The lawyer and her bizarre marriage to her homicidal husband? The assistant with the tragic backstory and infatuation with her boss? The flights, the shady deals, the fire, the running?

It's no wonder Kimberly ran.

(Fort Lauderdale...)

Tina knocks gently before entering the room. Kimberly hasn't gotten out of bed since she arrived. Tina crosses the room to the bedside table and places a cup of tea and some finger foods down.

"...so, do you want to talk about it?"

"...I feel like my heart has been ripped out, stomped on, run over by a car, stabbed, kicked, and just shoved back into my chest without any regard for whether I wanted it back after all that."

"The first time a girl breaks your heart always feels kinda like that." Tina sits on bed next to her. "Did I ever tell you about Mary?"

"No."

Tina pulls a box out of the drawer on the bedside table. Inside is a thin silver wedding band with a ruby set in the center. "Met her in college. I hadn't ever tried dating a woman before. She was something else, Kim. Way smarter than me, bangin' bod, and you're gonna make fun of me, but she had a New York accent that drove me wild!" Kimberly stifles a laugh. "We dated for a whole year. She practically lived in my dorm room. We were inseparable. I asked her to marry me. Our families didn't fully approve, but I thought it would all be okay. We planned the wedding, sent the invites, paid the deposits, everything. I was ready to spend my life with her." Tina looks down at the ring. She quickly swats away a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "Day of the wedding, I get there, and all of her family's seats were empty, and none of her bridal party showed. I called her so many times. She showed up 45 minutes late in sweats and a t-shirt to give the ring back. Never saw her again."

"Oh my God, I had no idea," Kimberly sits up to look at Tina. "What did you do?"

"Nothing good. Dropped out of school. Drank myself nearly to death and landed myself in inpatient for a good stint. My family said 'I told you so,' then disowned me. Nothing like a good kick when you're down," Tina puts the ring back in the drawer. "I had to pull myself out of the hole and make the choice to keep living without her. Didn't know how to do it, but I faked it. It got easier until one day I was just living again."

Kimberly buries her head in her hands. "I gave up my entire life to be with her. We had a fight. I was scared. I think I just needed to clear my head an process a little bit," Tina puts a hand on Kimberly's shoulder. "But she told me it was over. She told me to leave. Said she never wants to see me again. I didn't see it coming at all." Her body shudders.

Outside the window, Artemis smiles devilishly.

[ Next ]

You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

[eatember]

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