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Elliott Scottish Festival Regalia mod is now up and ready to play!

This mod changes Elliott’s festival sprites to incorporate traditional Scottish regalia for 4 of 8 festivals. (Flower Dance, Moonlight Jellies, Stardew Valley Fair, and Feast of the Winter Star.)

Elliott’s festival regalia includes: - Prince Charlie jacket and waistcoat (depending on the festival) - Collared shirt, jabot, and pin (or Jacobite Ghille Shirt) - Dress sporran and sporran strap (frontal pouch made of seal skin), - Sgian-dubh (small knife kept in the sock) - Kilt hose and flashes (socks and sock tassels) - Kilt (+ pin), - Brogues (lace-up shoes), and - Fly plaid (a long strip of plaid matching the kilt pattern, worn over the shoulder and fastened with a brooch)(depending on festival). Festival Tartan Patterns: Flower Dance: “Clan Lockhart – Ancient” Tartan Moonlight Jellies: “Reflections of the Sea” Tartan Stardew Valley Fair: “Clan Lockhart – Reproduction” Tartan Feast of the Winter Star: “Clan Lockhart – Modern” Tartan

After marriage, Elliott will wear various Tartan-patterned pyjamas around the farm and farmhouse from 6 AM to 7:30 AM and from 8:30 PM to 2:00 AM. He will change out of his pyjamas if he leaves the farm or if the farmer leaves the map and comes back after 7:30 AM.

Scottish Tartan patterns are open to anyone regardless of their family, clan, or registry origin, but I wanted to pick patterns that would mean something personal and significant to Elliott as a character.

More details about this mod and the selected Tartans can be found on the Nexus download page. Happy playing!

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ceo-draiochta · 9 months

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Lughnasadh in the Modern Day

The ancient festival of Lúnasa is one of the 4 celtic fire festivals celebrated on the turn of the seasons. The other 3 festivals all have very clear christian reinterpretations. Those being All Hallows Eve, St Brigids day and May day. However Lúnasa also has a number of modern day christian holidays associated with it in much the same way.

(Linked sources in brackets)

Names

The modern festival goes by many names: Domnach Lúnasa, Lá Lúnasa, Domnach Crom Dubh, Bilberry Sunday and most commonly as either Reek Sunday or Garland Sunday. (1)(2)

Hill Climbing & Holy Wells

This is a day where the mountain of Croagh Patrick is visited, the pilgrimage consists of climbing the mountain while taking stops at certain stone cairns, where one walks in circles around them a set number of times while reciting specific prayers. There are 3 major sections where this is done(3). This is still observed today(4). It is celebrated on the last Sunday of July.

(Croagh Patrick)

This, while observed throughout the country, is not the only such celebration. Many towns climb their respective hills on this day such as those around Keash Hill in Sligo(2)(5)(11), Slive Donard in Down(6), and Máméan in Galway (7). Holy wells are also visited on this day such as in Cappagh, Galway(8), Ballyfa, Galway(9) and Ballyhaunis, Mayo (12). In some cases a procession from the Holy Well to the hill takes place (2)(7)(11)

(Máméan)

An interesting example of this was the Tullaghan Hill holy well in county Sligo, where the Holy Well was on a hill specifically the Ox mountains. This specific well used to be visited on Garland Sunday but is no longer as the festival that followed this visit evoked too much "secular fun" (10).

Festivals

Fairs and celebrations seem to be a core feature of this Lúnasa Tradition, with the aforementioned Tullaghan Hill fair, The Old Fair Day in Tubbercurry, county Sligo (13) and Fair Day in Kenmare, Kerry(14). These are usually celebrated in the second week on August, i.e. a week or two after the religious excursion.

The Puck Fair is festival in Killorglin, county Kerry. It is celebrated in the second week of August and involves crowning a specific goat "king" and parading them around while a large fair takes place(15).

(Puck Fair)

Mythology

In the dinseanchas entry for Nás, the death and burial of two of the wives of Lugh are described, with Bui having been buried on the Hill of Cnogba. Where it is said that "The hosts of the pure Gaels came to bewail the women". Suggesting that there was a precession to the Hill she was buried. There was then said to be mass mourning which grew into a great assembly. These events were said to have contributed to the beginning of the festival of Taltiu, which is to say Lúnasa. (16)

Pagan Connection

The pagan connection is quite clear to see, with Holy wells long being sites of pre-Christian worship, it is little coincidence that they are visited around the time of Lúnasa. The climbing of a hill seems to be widely practiced over the country and directly connects to the Dinseanchas story of the beginning of the Lúnasa festival in where a hill was climbed to reach a grave for mourning. The fact that Keash Hil (Ceis Corran) and Croagh Patrick are both home to ancient megalithic cairns, which are commonly connected with the Otherworld is also an interesting point.

Lúnasa being an Aonach, a funeral festival for the foster mother of Lugh, Tailtiu does tie directly into the occurrence of festivals around this time.

Practices to Adopt

It seems clear now that visiting watery sites such as wells and climbing hills to worship, as well as large scale festivals and merriment are a key part of how Lúnasa has continued to be celebrated and should be incorporated into a modern Irish pagan practice.

#irish paganism #celtic paganism #gaelic paganism #ireland #féile #Lúnasa #lughnasadh #irish reconstructionist #irish reconstructionism #irish polytheism #celtic polytheism #gaelic polytheism #wheel of the year #witch #witchblr #paganism #the source numbers got a little out of order dont mind that though #irish mythology #mine

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sgiandubh · 10 months

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Jottings: Season 7, Episode 3. Bloody newspapers, never get anything right

You will not need any tissues for this sort of dependable wrap-up episode, that probably packs a punch with regard to the books' timeline and helps explain some obscure points to show-only people, like me. Ice-cream is still a welcome side addition (B&J's Cookie Vermont-ster, this week), though: it is, after all, a very hot, sleepless summer in Europe.

Timeline and our attention are split between 1776 at Fraser's (f)Ridge and somewhere around 1978 in Inverness. While there is drama at the Ridge (the fire at the Big House, the Bugs, the Jacobite gold), in Scotland all the emotions of homecoming are quickly turning into a muffled affair, thanks to SS's evergreen DGAF monotony.

Spoiler: Bree's line while seated with Roger on the front steps of a -now- derelict Lallybroch ("I'm really happy right here") sounds and translates exactly like the supremely anticlimactic "I'm your daughter" (The Birds and the Bees). I will never, ever, ever forgive SS for that and I can only be relieved this time it wasn't such a big deal, in the great scheme of things. Or was it?

Unpopular opinion: Claire's Ave Maria fell a bit flat in these Catholic ears. I was expecting more, given the uber-dramatic context, and found it wanting. But this fleeting disappointment was soon enough redeemed with the soulfully subtle wink to Robert Frost's Death of a Hired Man ("Yes, what else but home?/It all depends on what you mean by home. /(...) ‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there,/They have to take you in.’). Immaculately delivered by C. - the woman does understand and feel poetry, and that, my friends, is a rare gift.

John Bell will surprise you in a very, very good way. Puck grew up. I see great things.

The J&C/S&C bubble: unsinkable. Because 'a thing of beauty is a joy forever'. And, it is my absolute conviction (along with Keats', of course) "it will never pass into nothingness".

Overall, we get all the right vibes from fizzled out Season 4 and underrated Season 5 in this episode that brings the Frasers back to Bree & Roger's humble pioneer cabin, for lack of a better solution.

For obvious reasons, I cheered and booed at the 'blood of my blood` scene, featuring C's new sgian-dubh (FYI, the handle fits perfectly in her palm). I admit, I sometimes am a vainglorious cretin (wee joke, Antis), but hey: it's been a while since we haven't seen knives and blades so prominently featured in this gunpowder, treason and plot segment of the saga.

With Vandervaart still off my radar, this rushed transition left me a bit hungry for more. Ever the optimist, I can only hope next week will be bigger, brighter, better and more. And the kilt is back (what's not to like, I wonder), because tee-hee, J&C are on their way to Scotland, too.

Little do they know, however. Onwards!

#jottings

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inky-duchess · 3 months

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WTW RELATIONSHIPS WEEK - Day 7 - Wildcard

'Besides, there is her.’

‘There isn’t. No matter what you think, there hasn’t been a her since we left.’

It is a lie.

There had been been a her. There has always been a her, though I had felt something for Dynaera. Katya had never been far from my thoughts. Even an ocean apart, her letters had sustained me, they had given me life. I couldn’t settle being a secret for anybody, not after my life in Hiem. But she had never been far from my thoughts, haunting me, gracing me.

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languagehealing · 1 year

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50 Beginner Scottish Gaelic Words

Pink – Pinc

Red – Dearg

Orange – Orainds

Yellow – Buidhe

Green – Uaine

Blue – Gorm

Purple – Còrcair

Brown – Donn

Black – Dubh

Gray – Glas

White – Geal

1 – Aon

2 – Dhà

3 – Trì

4 – Ceithir

5 – Còig

6 – Sia

7 – Seachd

8 – Ochd

9 – Naoi

10 – Deich

Head – Ceann

Hair – Falt

Eye – Sùil

Ear - Cluas

Nose – Sròn

Mouth – Beul

Arm - Gàirdean

Leg - Cas

Hand - Làmh

Foot - Cas

Mother – Màthair

Father – Athair

Child - Pàisde

Daughter – Nighean

Son - Mac

Sister - Piuthar

Brother – Bràthair

Grandma – Seanmhair

Grandpa – Seanair

Aunt – Antaidh

Uncle – Uncail

Clothes – Aodach

Shirt – Lèine

Pants – Briogais

Shoe – Bròg

Water - Uisge

Bread - Aran

Cat - Cat

Dog - Cù

#scottish gaelic #original #langblr #languageblr

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brian-in-finance · 11 months

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Screenshot: Blacklanderz

S03E11 Uncharted • 26 November 2017 Official Script

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

What lass would lie wi' ye? Ye're like a tatterdemalion and smell of fartleberries. — Hayes

Screenshots: Outlander-Online

Favourite Line

His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser. — Jamie

Gifs: @moghraidhs

Favourite Image

Jamie hops out of the beached jolly boat (manned by Lesley, Hayes, Willoughby, Fergus, and Manzetti) and onto the shore where Claire launches into his arms. They hold each other. Both relieved, astounded and filled with joy to have found each other, yet again.

Gifs: @jamiedornaniseverything

Remember… Mac Dubh's wife turns up in the most unlikely of places, does she no? — Lesley

40th of 75 • Friday, 12 May 2023

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #Outlander #Rewatch 2023 #Countdown To Season 7 #S03E11 Uncharted #Aired 26 November 2017 #Rewatched 12 May 2023

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azertyrobaz · 10 months

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Satellites (1/7)

What if Grogu hadn't returned to Din in The Book of Boba Fett? What if he hadn't been given a choice? -- Modern AU setting: Grogu is now twelve, and he has to rely on his memories as a young child to track down the person who changed his life. The only person he knows who will be able to protect him from the bad man. The bad man who precipitated his separation from the only family he's ever known. He embarks on a road trip to piece together his past, and reconnect with the people who might help him find his family again.

Read below or on ao3.

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It had been a very hot day, and the metal of the pickup bed was still warm on the young child’s back despite the late hour. The sky was almost pitch black, just the way he liked it, and the birds had finally gone quiet. He expected the arrival of mosquitoes next but they seemed to have given the both of them a reprieve. As if they’d agreed he and the man deserved that one moment of peace before sleep.

“What about this one?” he asked in his small voice, choosing his words carefully, arm raised towards another constellation.

“Ursa Major,” the man’s deep voice rumbled next to him, and the boy settled more snuggly against the old blanket he used as a pillow. The nights were never excessively cold, but he knew he’d wake up the next morning with another blanket draped over him. One he never remembered putting over himself.

“The Great Bear,” he remembered proudly, and he felt the man nod. “And how can you find the Little Bear?”

The boy already knew the answer – the man had explained it to him several times in the past – but he just wanted to hear the story again. Hear about Merak and Dubhe and Polaris, the star that pointed north and meant he’d never get lost in the night. It always made him feel safe. That and the sound of the man’s voice, as he was slowly lulled to sleep.

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The boy opened his eyes and looked outside. The window was dirty and it was bright inside the bus, harsh lights switched on here and there by passengers reading or talking, but he was certain he had spotted Polaris in the night sky. Its presence was reassuring, it meant they were still driving West. Dawn was several hours away, then there would be another bus, and another stressful journey where he would have to hope no one paid too much attention to him – the small boy who barely looked ten travelling alone.

But he thought he’d mastered the art of disappearing in a crowd. He’d been on this journey for three days already and he hadn’t been bothered. He had money to pay for his tickets and his food, he’d sit in the back and remain quiet. Some looks lingered, though. Old women, mostly. The boy wondered if they were worried or merely curious, perhaps mothers and grandmothers. On a couple of occasions, he’d resorted to one of his tricks, and pressed a phone to his ear, having one-sided conversations and telling his non-existent caller he was on his way and would be home soon. He liked pretending he was phoning his dad, and the smile was genuine on his face. It had worked until now, and the questioning looks would stop, despite the phone being broken and displaying a blank screen. But the experience left him sad and empty afterwards.

The boy sighed and looked at his scuffed shoes. He’d been forced to walk a lot to reach the random bus depots and stations, and the cheap material was coming off at the seams. He would have to be careful: he knew he would attract even more looks if he appeared too unkempt. He had washed a couple of times in empty bathrooms and had brought his toothbrush and comb which he used anytime he could, but he longed for an actual shower and clean clothes – he was running out, as he’d only been able to pack a few things not to raise suspicions. With too big a backpack, people would have immediately recognized him for what he was.

A runner. A fugitive. A deserter.

But none of those words really fit. The place he’d escaped from was no jail. It wasn’t that bad, really. The teachers were nice and no one had ever really been mean to him there.

But he definitely was running away. If not from a place, then from someone. He’d always meant to leave one day, and the bad man’s reappearance had simply precipitated his departure. The boy wished he’d had more time to prepare his journey – he had managed to find two addresses, that wasn’t much. What if they weren’t there? What if they had moved? He was relying on a six-year old’s memories, his memories, and it was now six years later. Thankfully, their names had been striking enough that he’d remembered them and they hadn’t been too hard to find, the car mechanic especially.

Sleep, Grogu. The stars will still be there tomorrow night, the man said in his head. And so the boy stopped looking at the sky through the window, the old diesel engine slowly putting him to sleep, his shoulders angled so that no one would disturb him or try to talk to him, and he pretended he could feel the warm metal of the pickup against his back.

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The twelve-year old boy looked at the creased paper in his hand. His cramped handwriting was atrocious, but he was sure this was the place he’d scribbled down. The address he’d found online during one of his late-night jaunts to the computer room. He’d only recalled that the woman’s name was Peli, and that she was a mechanic somewhere out West, maybe in Nevada. That hadn’t been much to work with and yet he’d been lucky. He hadn’t found any pictures, though. Of either the mechanic or the car repair shop.

If this could be called such a place.

It looked more like an old shed of some kind, with rusted panels and peeling paint. There was no sign or doorbell or anything, but the iron rolling shutter was open, so he decided to walk inside. He hadn’t travelled all those miles for nothing, and the afternoon desert sun was beating hard on his back.

“Hello?” he said, wishing his voice was stronger and deeper.

The place was a mess, but it was much cooler inside, and he exhaled immediately as he put his backpack down at his feet. It wasn’t heavy exactly, but he’d been carrying it for so long that he was in desperate need of a break.

Shelves upon shelves stood in front of him, displaying various engine parts – he thought so, at least. Nothing looked particularly new or in working order. He had a sudden flash of memory as he spotted colorful cables hanging from the ceiling in a corner, and a game of pretend. As a four-year old, they’d looked like believable snakes, and he’d had a grand time inventing stories of jungle exploration while their car was being fixed.

“Bit young to own a car, what do you want, kid?”

He hadn’t noticed the woman’s arrival and he mentally berated himself – he needed to be more careful of his surroundings, he’d been taught that. The bad man was still after him, he was sure of it. And yet, he couldn’t suppress a smile. He’d found her! That curly hair was hard to forget, and as small as he still was, he was pleased to see that he almost reached her height now.

“Hi,” he said, almost tripping over his backpack as he approached the counter. He grabbed it by a loose strap and searched her face. Would she recognize him?

“Do you remember me?” he asked, when the silence stretched for too long and he grew uneasy.

“Bright Eyes?” she exclaimed, and he nodded tentatively, not recognizing the name exactly. “Wait, your dad told me your actual name, but I thought it sounded terrible, what was it? Ragu? Grogu?”

“It’s Gregory, actually,” he mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek at her casual assumption regarding his relationship with the man.

“You don’t look like a Gregory,” she decided, walking around the counter to observe him, and the boy schooled his features to remain impassive. He didn’t like people coming too close.

“It’s just a name,” he shrugged – he’d never liked Gregory either.

“So what brings you all the way here? And where’s Mando?” Peli inquired, looking behind him, as if the man in question would suddenly appear. If only things were so simple.

“I’m looking for him,” he explained, “I thought you might know where he is.”

“What do you mean, you’re looking for him? He was looking for you, and then they wouldn’t let him see you and he came back all mopey and that’s the last time I saw him,” she answered in rapid fire speech as the boy’s eyes grew bigger and bigger.

He’d been looking for him? He came to see him? Who was “they”?

“When?” he exhaled sharply, heart beating fast.

“Oh, I don’t know, years ago,” the mechanic replied with a huff, her nonchalance deeply painful to the boy, who’d been bracing for bad news, but not of that kind. Why hadn’t he tried to visit again? And why had no one told him? He swallowed hard and felt angry tears prickling the corner of his eyes. There was another address written on that piece of paper, he couldn’t lose hope. At least it meant he had still been alive then.

His dejection was probably hard to miss, and it seemed to have mollified the usually unflappable woman, who now looked sympathetic.

“I have some cold drinks in the back, looks like you could use a soda,” she said, laying a hand on his tensed shoulder. “Then maybe you can tell old Peli what is going on, because I sure as hell am completely lost.”

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It had taken two cans of Coke and half a bag of chips for the boy to cover most of the last six years. He hadn’t told her everything, and especially didn’t mention the bad man who was after him again, but she’d proven to be a good listener, only asking questions when he went too off topic.

“Funny you ended up in a school for gifted kids, first time I met you, you could barely talk,” she remarked with a cackle, though there was no malice in her tone, and the boy nodded – that was true enough. He’d been four, then. Speech hadn’t come easily to him. And even as a six-year-old he was more comfortable when it was just him and the man. He knew he would never judge him. And wouldn’t make fun of him when the words rushed out of his mouth in a barely understandable jumble of syllables. It had taken him such a long time to pronounce his disliked name correctly, that everybody assumed it was Grogu instead of Gregory.

“It wasn’t a bad school,” he added, realizing with a start that he was using the past tense to talk about it, as if he’d already made up his mind that he wouldn’t return there, no matter what happened. “And I guess it was the best place for me.”

That was what the man had said. What he’d wanted – find his rightful place. And little Grogu had wanted one thing in life then – make him happy. And not only him, but everyone else. And everyone seemed to think that he was so smart and so gifted and so amazing, that he’d started believing them, too. For a long time, it had been enough. And the praise he received at the school from Luke and the other teachers had been wonderful and exactly what he needed to thrive. It almost made up for the fact that contrary to most of the other kids there, he had no one to go home to during the holidays. The institute was his home all year long.

But to now learn that the man had actually tried to reach out…

“How long would you say it was after I saw you for the last time that my - that Mando visited again?” he asked, trying to sit still and resisting the urge to ask where the bathroom was just yet. Those two cans of Coke had probably been a bad idea, but actual answers were more pressing right now.

“Let me think,” Peli sighed, crossing her arms. The old leather couch she was sitting on made funny noises when she moved, and the boy had elected a rickety chair instead for that reason.

“He needed a new car, and I’d promised I’d keep an eye out in case I came across an old classic truck – ”

“Something happened to the Crest?” he interrupted with a gasp – that car had been everything to the man.

“Completely totaled it,” she replied without care, and it felt like a tangible loss to the boy – he’d loved that car too, it had been their home. “But then it really was a piece of junk.”

There again, the boy tried not to react too strongly, and simply waited for her to continue.

“So anyway, I didn’t, but I did lay my hands on some very cool Chevy 350 V8 engine and enough parts to build a decent 1969 Corvette Stingray. Yellow. Convertible. Barely any rust. Instant classic.”

The boy nodded to help her along. She was now the one getting lost in the details as he didn’t care much about powertrain or transmission or any of those things.

“…and you know he had the gall to tell me he still missed that old truck of his? I built most of it myself – he helped a little – and he was telling me he was planning on visiting you. He sounded very excited!”

“When was that, do you remember?”

“I think it was probably a year, or a year and a half after I saw you that last time,” Peli said, eyes looking upward as she searched for the memory in her mind.

So many years ago. Anything could have happened since then.

“And he never – ”

“Well, he did return once, not too long after like I said, all grumpy and sad. Engine needed a tune up, too.”

“He didn’t say where he was going?”

They’d moved around a lot in the two years they spent together. There was no one place they really called home except for the Crest. They both preferred sleeping in the truck than in dusty motels, and he’d never felt unsafe, except at the very end, but that hadn’t been the man’s fault.

“Sorry, Bright Eyes. Haven’t heard from him in four years.”

He tried to convince himself that it didn’t mean anything. He knew how easy it was for the man to just disappear if he wanted to. He had a newish car, so why would he need to visit a mechanic anyway? Maybe he’d found another one. Maybe he could handle the repairs himself. Maybe –

“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you, you know he was a black ops mercenary, right? Probably still works for some private company or agency and he has to lay low.”

This was one of the things he had only been able to piece together after a while. Once enough years had passed at the institute and he’d become more aware of the adult world. The man had been careful to shield him from most of the ugliness and violence of his line of work, and to the boy that had just been his job. How he earned money. He didn’t know any better then and it still didn’t shock him now. They would move every time there was a new contract to fulfill and had travelled across the whole continent, spending a lot of time in South America especially.

“Why are you trying to find him? You just said they were treating you well at your school, so why run away now?”

At no point had he mentioned the fact that he had run away, but then what else would the woman assume? The boy looked for a way to cut the conversation short – he could now read suspicion in her eyes and he knew overstaying his welcome would be ill advised.

“They must be looking for you by now – ”

“I’ll just go, don’t worry about it, and thanks for the Coke,” he said quickly, standing up and rushing to grab his backpack in the corner.

“Wait, kid, I didn’t mean…” Peli attempted, also standing up, her arms extended in a placating manner. “Look, I wasn’t trying to scare you. Why don’t you wait until the temperature is a bit cooler outside at least? I can pack you a sandwich and you can take a quick pit stop, whaddya say?”

She’d probably guessed he desperately needed to pee. And the bus which would take him to the second address on his list didn’t leave until late that night. The boy wondered what to do. He knew he probably couldn’t trust her completely, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use the bathroom for a few minutes. And more free food sounded good, he had to be careful with his remaining money.

“Okay,” he said tentatively, and she showed him to a door at the back of the shop, urging him to take his time.

After taking care of his bladder, the boy brushed his teeth and attempted to comb his hair – it was getting dirty, and the light brown waves wouldn’t behave, even with the help of some water. With a sigh, he changed into his last clean t-shirt and washed his face with the hand soap. His reflection in the cracked mirror was tired and worried.

“Wait until you’re on the bus,” he told himself. He couldn’t start thinking about all he had learned – and hadn’t learned – from Peli just yet. He had to keep moving forward, keep hoping. But if he was so special, why couldn’t he track him down? He groaned and remembered a time when the word was not an insult. There had only been one person he actually wanted to impress then, and it wasn’t professor Skywalker.

“Grogu,” he whispered, and stared into his eyes. Were they really that bright like Peli said? He wanted to go back to being Grogu. Gregory could stay at the institute with all the other special children for all he cared.

After one last nod to his reflection to boost his confidence, he reached for some paper towels and dried his face. He’d walk back to the bus station, buy his ticket, and hopefully reach the second address next afternoon. He had a plan.

“I think I’ll just – ”

“Sit,” Peli said kindly when he exited the bathroom, backpack on, intent to brave the heat and not look back. She’d had time to make him a sandwich and he could see another one already packed in a Ziploc bag next to it and two more cans of soda for his journey.

Grogu hesitated again, but his stomach rumbled at the sight. So he sat down carefully, his backpack still on to make a hasty exit after he was done, and attacked the food.

“I was just thinking about the first time I met you,” she started, sitting in front of him at the table. “Do you remember?”

The boy certainly did, but he let her talk so that he could eat quickly. It was a nice memory, despite everything that had happened. How he’d woken up alone in the truck and gotten scared because the man wasn’t there, but the mechanic with the crazy hair had given him food and some toys and it had made everything better. He agreed to have some cookies after he was done with his sandwich, reminiscing with her about their second visit now, when they’d met that very pregnant woman who was looking for safe passage to Canada, no questions asked.

“She sends me regular postcards, she has six kids now, can you imagine?” Peli informed him, and Grogu smiled.

It was only when the phone in the mechanic’s pocket beeped that the boy understood she had been stalling, finding ways to keep him here, and his smile fell.

“You called someone,” he realized. Peli didn’t say anything and Grogu stood up quickly, ready to bolt – that was answer enough.

“Someone who can help you,” she tried to explain.

“Who?” the boy asked, but he wasn’t really listening, and put the extra sandwich and soda cans in his backpack, looking for the quickest path towards the exit.

“The sheriff, Boba Fett, he can – ”

“Boba Fett!”

The name immediately sent a shiver down Grogu’s spine. It scared him almost as much as the bad man’s, which he refused to say out loud. He’d been there when he got kidnapped, and he’d always seen him as partly responsible from being separated from – from –

“I can see you miss him, and I promise you Fett won’t tell anyone at your school you ran away, he’s not like that.”

But that was the last thing on Grogu’s mind – he didn’t even care if they came after him now and wondered if they even would.

“He knows your dad,” she added. “They worked together.”

Grogu paused at that revelation, but he thought it could be one more trap.

“I don’t believe you,” he told Peli. “He attacked us.”

“That was before.”

“Do you think he knows where Mando – where my father is?” he asked bravely, and he must have sounded as desperate as he felt because the mechanic’s eyes turned soft and apologetic.

“I don’t know,” she exhaled, shoulders lowering. “I’m sor – ”

The sound of a car door closing at the front prevented her from apologizing and Grogu started looking towards the window. There was a yard through there, with piles of rusted car parts, and hopefully another exit.

“Maybe I should have fixed that hole in the fence at the back,” Peli said with a barely there smile, as they heard a man’s voice calling for her at the entrance. “But then, it’s only big enough for a rabbit.”

She looked at him one last time, the guilt and regret hard to miss, and the boy nodded in understanding – she’d been trying to help, he knew. And had been a gracious host.

“Bye Peli,” he whispered.

“See you around, Bright Eyes.”

And so the boy formerly known as Grogu started to run.

#the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #baby yoda #peli motto #fanfic #star wars #mandalorian #modern au #angst with a happy ending #found family #my fics

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saintseiya-zone · 2 years

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Saint Seiya Birthdates

January

Capricorn

1 - Yoruhime Tsukishima

2 - Lionet Blériot

3 - Capricorn Eito

4 - Polaris Hilda

6 - Canis Major Sirius

10 - Black Canes Venatici Yudo

12 - Capricorn Shura

20 - Vampire Erhart

Aquarius

23 - Cygnus Hyoga

24 - Hakutaku Fei-Yan

25 - Hydra Curtis

26 - Owl Partita

27 - Papillon Myu

February

Aquarius

1 - Worm Raimi

2 - Mine

5 - Aquarius Degel

7 - Aquarius Camus

8 - Alioth Epsilon Fenrir, Aquarius Krest

10 - Hydra Ichi

11 - Quetzalcoatl Carbella

13 - Behemoth Violate

14 - Harpy Valentine

17 - Kraken Isaac

Piscis

20 - Centaurus Babel, Canes Venatici Asterion

21 - Cyclops Giganto

23 - Pisces Albafica

27 - Shelley

March

Piscis

2 - Scylla Io

7 - Harpy Chunfeng

8 - Sasha

9 - Pefko

10 - Pisces Aphrodite

13 - Frog Xeros

14 - Aries Theseus

15 - Poseidon Seraphina

18 - Aquila Marin, Seika

19 - Pisces Rugonis, Dryad Luco

20 - Sparrow Mudan

Aries

21 - Julian Solo

22 - Jamadhar Áima

24 - Ophiucus Shaina

25 - Griffon Minos

27 - Aries Mu

29 - Cerberus Dante

30 - Aries Shion

April

Aries

1 - Appendix Kiki

4 - Atla

5 - Miho

6 - Gioca

9 - Connor Lugh

12 - Crane Yuzuriha

14 - Aries Gateguard

15 - Alraune Queen

17 - Chameleon June

18 - Deadly Beetle Stand

19 - Aries Avenir

Taurus

20 - Shunrei

30 - Cepehus Daidalos

May

Taurus

2 - Taurus Francisca

4 - Bear Douglas

5 - Tokumaru Tatsumi

6 - Taurus Teneo, Black Cetus Allegre

7 - Sea Horse Baian

8 - Taurus Aldebaran

15 - Bear Geki

17 - Cor Tauri

18 - Taurus Rasgado

20 - Balor (Cruach)

Gemini

30 - Gemini Saga, Gemini Kanon

31 - Fluorite

June

Gemini

6 - Ahimsa

7 - Cat Sith Cheshire

8 - Wyvern Shouichirou, Gemini Soujirou

9 - Youalteputzli Nahualpilli

11 - Nasu Veronica

13 - Hypnos, Thanatos

15 - Bhuj Kókalla

16 - Sagitta Ptolemy

17 - Golem Rock

18 - Sea Dragon Unity

20 - Gemini Aspros, Gemini Defteros

Cancer

24 - Cancer Deathmask

25 - Pandora

26 - Elf Mills

30 - Cancer Sage, Altar Hakurei

July

Cancer

1 - Hanuman Tokusa

4 - Vouivre Garnet

6 - Garuda Aiacos

7 - Cattleya Mikagami

10 - Musca Dio

12 - Sphinx Esther

13 - Black Pegasus

14 - Cancer Manigoldo

16 - Wolf Junkers

18 - Black Herakles Laimargos

20 - Basilisk Sylphid, Wolf Nachi

22 - Black Altar Avido

Leo

25 - Celintha

26 - Nine-tailed Fox Hui

August

Leo

2 - Cetus Moses

3 - Deep Niobe

4 - Leo Regulus

7 - Laelaps Suzuri

8 - Jango

9 - Centaurus Photia

10 - Black Dragons, Chrysaor Krishna

11 - Upyr Leibold

12 - Bennu Kagaho

14 - Black Terror Ferser

15 - Phoenix Ikki, Herakles Alghetti

16 - Leo Aioria

18 - Leo Illias

19 - Lymnades Caça

22 - Auriga Capella

Virgo

25 - Esmeralda

25 - Sui

27 - Corvus Jamian

30 - Troll Ivan

31 - Pyxis Rusk

September

Virgo

1 - Saori Kido

3 - Pandora Heinstein

4 - Virgo Asmita

7 - Yi-Lin, Necromancer Charlotte

9 - Andromeda Shun

10 - Siren Sorrento

11 - Necromancer Byaku

12 - Agasha

14 - Genbu Gregor

16 - Alches

18 - Lycaon Phlegyas

19 - Virgo Shaka

22 - Kageboshi

Libra

25 - Bat Wimber

October

Libra

2 - Acheron Charon

3 - Puppis Lacaille, Dullahan Cube

4 - Dragon Shiryu, Black Andromeda

5 - Hao

8 - Salo

11 - Lacerta Misty

13 - Sylph Edward

16 - Centaurus Yugo

17 - Libra Itia

20 - Libra Dohko

Scorpio

23 - Atavaka

26 - Sagita Alcon

27 - Scorpio Kardia

30 - Wyvern Radamanthys

November

Scorpio

2 - Unicorn Yato

3 - Unicorn Jabu

5 - Corvus Rusé

7 - Gorgon Ochs

8 - Scorpio Milo

9 - Scorpio Zaphiri

11 - Perseus Algol

13 - Vela Tsubaki

14 - Mandrake Fyodor

15 - Lyra Orphee

18 - Sphinx Pharaoh

21 - Mermaid Tethys

Sagittarius

23 - Tezcatlipoca Huesuda

24 - Failinis

25 - Dubhe Alpha Siegfried

28 - Sagittarius Aeras, Athena (XV)

30 - Sagittarius Aioros

December

Sagittarius

1 - Pegasus Seiya, Ikaros (Touma), Garuda Matsuri

3 - Sagittarius Sisyphos

5 - Pegasus Tenma

10 - Equuleus Kyoko & Shoko

14 - Cassios

17 - Ursula Walden

19 - Minotaurus Gordon, Cetus Chris

Capricorn

23 - Mizar Zeta Syd, Alcor Zeta Bud

24 - Balrog Lune, Alone

27 - Capricorn ElCid

28 - Black Cygnus

30 - Lionet Ban

31 - Mephistopheles Youma

#ssz #sts bdays #saint seiya #stseiya #making it a post because mobile fucks up blog pages

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chainedbones · 2 years

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Snow

Birthday - June 21st Current Age - 8 years old

Loves - His wife Dubh, all the chickens, getting covered in dirt Favourite Foods - Cake, blueberries, strawberries Personality - Snow is the most adorable boy you will meet. He is such a kind and caring rooster. He loves cuddles and kisses. Snow always looks out for the hens in his life. Even if its his favourite snacks, he will share with them first before eating a little for himself. He is great with children and always so gentle. Snow loved to crow back and forth with BG. Sadly since BG passed, Snow doesn’t crow as often. He truly misses his buddy. Snow still very much has a voice and when he does use it, everyone stops to listen. Rescued From - Snow was born in a backyard chicken farm, he was facing death at weeks old because he was a male. He was rescued alongside Big Guy & Sky (rehomed 7 years ago and still causing trouble) Best Friends - Snow doesn’t like to show favourites and adores all the hens, he does however follow Dubh around and always likes to check up on her if he isn’t by her side.

#chicken profile #snow #chickens #rescue chicken #rooster #chicken love #chicken life

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narratorstragedy · 2 years

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@goosemixtapes tagged me to post my top books of 2022 so far :) ty max ily

1. when i sing, mountains dance by irene solà, translated from the catalan by mara faye lethem - you have all probably seen me mention this book before, but it completely blew me away. it’s loosely centered around two families in the rural pyrenees but the chapters are narrated not only by various characters, but by mushrooms, storm clouds, dogs, etc… it sounds weird but it’s so well-written & translated, so interesting, and the last chapter is incredible. begging everyone to read it. if this gives you any idea of how much i loved it: two months after i finished reading it, i forced my mom to leave my soccer game early & drive to a book fair to hear the author speak & have her sign my copy. i told her it was one of my favorite books ever.

2. brickmakers by selva almada, translated from the spanish by annie mcdermott - this is inspired by r&j and set in rural argentina. it’s violent and painful and a quick read and soooo good. i read it on a plane in one sitting and when i finished it i just had to sit there staring into space for 30 minutes to process it. definitely try & check content warnings if you’re interested (i can also elaborate if needed) but it’s great

3. labyrinths by jorge luis borges, translated by the spanish from [idk and can’t find my copy rn sorry]- man. both my dad and my spanish teacher used to tell me borges was super difficult (and i get it!), which is why i picked this up in english not spanish, but… wow. he’s famous for a reason. the concepts in his stories and essays are incredibly interesting, and it’s definitely something i hope to revisit when i’m older so that i can get more out of it

4. chilean poet by alejandro zambra, translated from the spanish by megan mcdowell- i am an alejandro zambra fan through and through so i was super excited to read this!! probably not my favorite book of his (multiple choice <3) but still very well-crafted, deceptively simply told, and as always… fathers and sons… they get to me

5. los detectives salvajes by roberto bolaño - this book is VERY long and VERY weird, and i don’t know if i genuinely liked it this much or if i just spent so much time with it i got attached. i remember feeling meh for the first ~200 pages, but once i started really thinking about ulises + belano searching the globe for a writer, just as the narrator searches for them, i got into it. it made me want to read 2666 at some point!!

6. formas breves by ricardo piglia - much shorter than los detectives salvajes haha! this was mostly literary criticism/commentary with a little fiction but i genuinely enjoyed it a lot, plus piglia talked about a couple different writers from argentina that i now want to check out! reading list material hehe :)

7. a ghost in the throat by doireann ní ghríofa - i read this way back in early january, so my memory isn’t quite as sharp, but this is sort of a novel-memoir of an author and mother who becomes fascinated by an 18th century irish nobleman/mother/poet (eibhlín dubh ní chonaill). super interesting!!

8. translating myself and others by jhumpa lahiri - i found these collection of essays, most about lahiri’s ideas on translation after beginning to translate from italian, & since i like the concept of translation & translated literature this was fun for me

9. no voy a pedirle a nadie que me crea by juan pablo villalobos - this was another weird one, i’m not gonna lie, but the way in which it’s told is cool & i found the tone — unsettlingly sarcastic and funny, given that it’s literally about a guy getting blackmailed by a criminal organization — fascinating.

i think a lot of ppl have been tagged already but i will tag @tucurui @rothko @metaphysical-cheese @sofyarostova & honestly anyone else if you want to do it!!

#this was honestly hard bc after the first 3 or so i was kind of just making up an order for books i liked #but genuinely #i loved the first two of these soooo much #she speaks.l #tag games #also i kind of rambled on a lotttt hshshhshs #also dee and wren i could not remember if i’d seen you tagged or if you had done this so pls disregard if so?#also if you’re wondering why i didn’t read brixkmakers and chilean poet in spanish. Look.#sometimes i get tired. there’s so much latin american lit i want to read and only so much time and sometimes my brain cannot handle reading #it All in spanish bc it just takes too long!!#but now i do own brickmakers in spanish so i’ve been thinking of rereading it

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ivy-kissobryos · 1 year

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Stellar Plans For January 2023

Castor conjunct Moon: Jan 7, 2:36PM

Procyon conjunct Moon: Jan 8, 1:47AM

Dubhe conjunct Moon : Jan 9, 4:24PM

Markab conjunct Moon: Jan 25, 3:21PM

#fixed stars #personal #this is all gmt+7 timezone #but yeah i plan to focus my attention on these four stars next year

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lucenticeland · 2 years

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Septentriones but I'm bored

Dubhe, this guy has a very overplayed joke, and it won't die with me! This forbidden ice cream can make his "head" explode, vaporizing anything in the vicinity. Like all septentriones, it has ungodly range, BUT THIS FUCKER IS INVULNERABLE until a condition is met. (Not even almighty works, NG+ers.) Furthermore, his signature ability Binary Fire is a doubly hitting fire move, so honestly, not bad. To beat him just ignore him, go past him to escape while killing any Bind demon in your path.

4/7

Merak, the second easiest septentrion. Honestly just wail on him while having someone defend. Also try not to get hit by circumpolarity, that shit hurts. Oh also, he's canonically huge and I don't like that.

2/7

Phecda! The easiest septentrion by far.

Honestly, it deals literally no damage, wait for it to split and kill both the rings, which is really easy ngl .

1/7

Megrez, the weird little jawbreaker.

Megrez has to be "killed" 4 times, also remember to engage him early on so you don't lose by not attacking it. Honestly the only annoying part of this fight is how damn long it is. He deals no damage, but my god is he tanky.

5/7

Alioth! This, this is the second funnest septentrion.

His whole mechanic is really fun, basically, he throws weird balloons full of neurotoxic gas, the protag carries a neutralizer to Alioth's neurotoxin that lasts a few turns. OH YEAH, and this fight has a demon you can crack to get pierce, really good passive and stuff

6/7

MIZAR! Mizar has the best mechanic by far.

Damaging Mizar will make it multiply, the longer these clones stay on the field, the stronger they become. Dude's so powerful that the canonical way the gang beats him is by having the incarnation of the Dragon Stream eat it. (Sidenote Ley Line Dragon has a cool af design.)

7/7

BEHOLD! It's space radish Benetnasch!

This little weirdo can split into 4 segments with 4 of the other septentriones. Overall it's pretty easy, just try to get rid of the Alioth segment fast or you'll start losing territory.

3/7

#devil survivor #devil survivor 2 #desu2 #smt #shin megami tensei #bosses #strategy rpg #weird #explained

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thedanceronthestreets · 1 year

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Share 10 songs you have on repeat lately and tag 10 people. Thanks so much for tagging me @mykonossalome !!! Parts of this list are Heavily Influenced by ted lasso...

1. Róisín dubh - thin lizzy

2. Oh thou that tellest good tidings to zion - händel

3. Three little birds - bob marley

4. Rockstar - a great big world

5. Centerfield - john fogerty

6. This kiss - carly rae jepsen

7. My father's a homo/everyone tells jason to see a psychiatrist - falsettos

8. Half of my heart - john mayer

9. Dreams - the cranberries

10. Dandy in the underworld - trex

Anyone who sees this and wants to do it, please do so and tag me cause i need new music to listen to ❣️

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teja-the-moss-gremlin · 2 years

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Gilledubhian

Gilledubhian- A gender related to Gille Dubh. A Nymph-like gender that feels protective and territorial.

Related Pronouns: nymph/nymphs fae/faer ny/nym/nyms

Day 7 of @sloth-gender's coining event! Prompt: Fairytales/Myths

[Image ID: 2 five striped flags. Colors from top to bottom are: dark green, light green, mid green, green, dark green. The first flag has two layers of bushes on the bottom two stripes of the flag, and an image of a nymphs head in light green on the center of the flag. End ID.]

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