#road signs in welsh

[liverpoollomo]

A drive to Wales. Lomo LC-A. Truprint 200.

The journey to New Quay from the north west of England is one I have been familiar with since childhood. I used to take that trip regularly to see my grandparents. Nowadays I drive myself and am able to stop and take photos whenever I like. Car journeys are so much better as an adult driver.

Posts will become a little more frequent until I have posted all of my holiday photos. Enjoy.

#liverpool #liverpoollomo #lomo #lomography #analogue photography #lomo lc a #lomo kompakt automat #russian camera #truprint 200iso #expired film #35mm colour film #35mm film #lofi photography #car journey #driving #road signs in welsh #wales #cymru #film is not dead #don't think just shoot

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

''closed for cleaning on mondays'' comes from a sign, right? where it had been like written in English first and then a translation request sent to some office for the Welsh part and the autoreply came back saying the closed for cleaning bit but it's in Welsh so the people sending the request think it's the text they wanted translated, so then the road sign reads like:

''[Closed for cleaning on Mondays, but in Welsh] // Llanfainpwllgwyngyll Regional Airport 5 km"

i thought I remembered some kind of story like that......

...this is a highly surreal ask to receive and I lowkey cannot work out if you Know and are baiting me or if the stars have just aligned weirdly that I am being asked this.

Okay so no, "Closed for cleaning on Mondays" is just an isolated joke by itself, thrown out because it's funny to think of a country being closed for cleaning. HOWEVER. I do know exactly what you're vaguely remembering (or possibly fully remembering and gleefully pretending otherwise *sus*).

A new road was built near a supermarket in Swansea into a residential area in 2008, so they needed a road sign to tell delivery lorries not to enter the road. Someone in the roads section of Swansea Council duly sent the sign text ("No entry for heavy goods vehicles. Residential site only") to be translated to their internal translation department.

What they got back was an email that said:

Nid wyf yn y swyddfa ar hyn o bryd. Anfonwch unrhyw iaith i'w gyfieithu i EMAIL ADDRESS os gwelwch yn dda.

I am not in the office at the moment. Please send any work to be translated to EMAIL ADDRESS.

At which point, the galaxy-brained individual who received that response went "Ah, excellent, my translation - WAIT. Something is Wrong with this translation."

And he looked at it, and examined it, and pondered it, and then went: "Hang on. My text didn't have an email address in it."

And he looked at it again, and examined it again, and pondered it again, and then went: "Hang on. I remember from school that 'Os gwelwch yn dda" means 'please'. My text didn't have the word please in it."

And he looked at it a final time, and examined it a final time, and pondered it a final time, and then went: "I have solved the mystery here. The translator is Wrong. I just need to remove that email address and 'please' and then it'll say what I want."

And thus this happened:

And that got picked up by Welsh media, and then UK media, and then international media, and even the New York Times or some shit reported it, and then MASSIVE FUCKING SCRUTINY descended upon, not the roads department of Swansea council who were actually responsible, but the translation department of Swansea Council, because this was considered Proof that we shouldn't have to put Welsh on road signs and we should all just let Welsh die.

And THAT meant the translators working for Swansea Council suddenly had to go through their out-of-office emails to prove that they're nice and clear and easy to understand and this wasn't their fault.

And one of those poor hapless translators, whose out-of-office email was suddenly being scrutinised by the New York Times as potential evidence that his job shouldn't exist and his language should be wiped out...

WAS MY HUSBAND.

DID YOU KNOW, TUMBLR USER GIRLWARLOCK

DID YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS PERSONAL

ARE YOU TOYING WITH ME

WHAT SORT OF POWER PLAY I'M

#WALES! #closed for cleaning on mondays #linguistics #asks

[llyfrenfys]

"Fascism and Welsh Nationalism", or "Stop Fawning over the FWA you cont"

This is inspired by things I've been noticing around Aberystwyth lately while out and about.

Some mfer is putting up Free Welsh Army (FWA) stickers and I have to keep on pulling them down. Why? You ask.

Fascism.

Because of the not so subtle links between the FWA and fascist movements (of which those links are quite frankly underdiscussed) this post is necessary.

So, starting with the stickers:

This is just one of three identical stickers I've pulled down this last week in Aberystwyth. They appear more to be car stickers than anything else and must have cost a pretty penny to print and/or purchase. They appear to have been bought directly from a website using FWA imagery and slogans - yet does not claim to be the FWA (that I can see, at least). I'm not going to link to it because they don't need any more web traffic. But we will get onto why this is significant in a bit.

Anyway, returning to the stickers - I pulled down the first one off of an electric box on North Road, opposite Vaynor St in late November. I pulled down the second (pictured) also in late November on Penglais Road off the bus stop near the hospital. And in early December I pulled down the third one off of a wall near the Spar at the end of Vaynor Street. Right off the bat we can assume the guy who wasted a lot of money on these stickers lives local to where the stickers I've found so far were. So they're lazy, for one - not venturing much further than their own front door by the looks of it.

Iconography:

I've written about the iconography of the FWA before here but it bears repeating that if fascists approve of your iconography, then that's a sign your movement is already overrun with fascists.

This is the sticker design which I've been noticing about town. Top to bottom we have "Cymru Rydd/Free Wales" which on its own is fine. No qualms with that. But between the Welsh and English text is a symbol. This one:

Now, this was the symbol of the Free Wales Army. Note that I say *was* because the FWA doesn't exist any more. Yet various actors have tried to resurrect its very unsuccessful corpse over the years. These stickers seem to belong to a new organisation which is the latest to try and capitalise on the ghost of the FWA. Now, if you're like me, you'll have already noticed this design is, for lack of a better word, a bit dogwhistley. The angled, blocky, swastika-like stylisation of what is supposedly an eagle, the black and white void of any other features and the very fact it *is* an eagle depicted all seem a bit *too* similar to the iconography of the Third Reich, don't you think?

Their design choice is no accident. It is a design which appeals to fascists while also has enough Welsh cultural reference for apologists to hide behind with a plausibly deniable reason for why their eagle Looks Like That. The white eagle is a reference to the 13th C. poem Mab Darogan, in which Myrddin prophesises that "a king shall come with heroism from among the Welsh people" and that "generous men shall be reborn of the lineage of the eagles of Snowdonia". The eagle could have literally been drawn in any way. But it rather specifically was drawn like this. That choice is not accidental.

Now this new organisation which is trying to reanimate the corpse of the FWA (we'll call them EW) has incorporated the FWA symbol into their sticker. An endorsement of the failed so-called 'paramilitary' organisation on their part, to be sure. EW also have included a different style of white eagle on their sticker as well - which is blatantly stolen from Wikipedia (the copyright is expired, but 0/10 artistic effort on their part even so). Also not to nitpick but the eagle on the sticker is grey not white so that's also a fail.

Artistic criticisms aside, the sticker is loaded with dogwhistley iconography all round. The Celtic knot border isn't necessarily problematic, however, fascists and/or neo-nazis love to slap Celtic knots onto things because they associate Celticity with whiteness. The colour scheme may also be a coincidence, but it does remind me of the fascist symbol which is the 'Flag of Kekistan" which uses the same colour scheme.

Why does this matter and who were the FWA?:

The FWA were a Welsh nationalist (supposedly 'paramilitary') outfit which formed in Lampeter in 1963 and disbanded in 1969 (just 6 years of activity). They took a lot of their cues from the IRA and were effectively fanboys of them. The group was never really considered a threat and mostly consisted of middle-aged men playing paramilitary dress-up. They did claim to be funded by the IRA and that they had dogs trained to carry explosives. Their claims remain unproven.

HOWEVER - and here's where things get sticky. A lot of the issues the FWA were publicly concerned with were and are actually valid issues (e.g. the drowning of Capel Celyn, the Aberfan Disaster etc.). The problem is that fascists or fanboys of fascists love to get their foot in the door by addressing genuine issues. But what happens is that invariably a minoritised group is blamed for the existence of said issue and naturally that leads to discrimination and violence.

The police started to get a bit antsy with the investiture of then-prince Charles as prince of Wales and the possibility of the FWA doing some terrorism. So some of the FWA's leaders were arrested just prior to this. The group officially ended in 1969.

The nationalism advocated for by the FWA was of the 'blood-and-soil' type. Not just your common or garden nationalism (which still has issues but given context is perfectly able to exist in a non-fashy way). And that's why the idolisation of the FWA in years since is sus. It appeals to romanticised nationalist notions of brave men in uniforms helping free Wales - when in reality they did little terrorism and little to actually further the Welsh nationalist cause. In fact, the leadership of the FWA fell apart after they started to disagree on whether their actions were damaging the cause rather than helping it.

Julian Cayo-Evans founded the FWA and ran it with Dennis Coslett and Gethin ap Gruffydd. Gruffydd went on to found other youth nationalist organisations after he left the FWA due to disagreements with its direction - e.g. he founded the Patriotic Front in 1964 which was later outlawed by Plaid Cymru in 1966. It goes without saying names like 'Patriotic Front' are deliberate nods to other, similarly named fascist organisations like National Front.

Legacy and The Present:

FWA's only legacy is the sycophantic fanclub which ressurects the corpse of the FWA every few years to parade it around and relive the 'glory days' of paramilitary cosplay. But aside from functionally being useless, their iconography and politics are still very much under the fash umbrella and that must be resisted at every opportunity (hence why I'm tearing down their stickers - I don't want fascists to feel welcome here). Part of why people may turn a blind eye to the FWA/sympathise is that they may not be aware of the history of the FWA or see the dogwhistles laden in their work and symbols. Some may even just assume without any other context that they're just another Welsh-language preservation group and may even support them without realising the deeper nature of the organisation beyond just preserving the Welsh language.

Which brings me back to EW. I'm going to put the rest of this under a cut, I do encourage reading the rest though and reblogging to get the word out that

It is always morally okay to tear down fascist propaganda

If you see some in your town, don't hesitate to let fash know they aren't welcome here.

EW:

So, onto the latest in a long line of paramilitary wannabes who idolise a long-dead organisation from the 60s.

The EW website seems... sketch. Lots of banners and sections asking to 'donate now' and 'take action' (with money). So right off the bat this looks like a cash-grab.

Secondly, from their own 'About' section they claim that the Welsh Independence movement has "become inundated with authoritarian Marxist entryists who regard Welsh independence as merely a vehicle for furthering their own political agendas". Which is pretty bold stuff coming from an organisation trying to do The Exact Same. There's also a LOT of emphasis on youth involvement and youth nationalism.

There's also a lot of ahistorical claims in the About section too. E.g. on the prophecy of Myrddin "From this legend derives the very name of Cymru’s greatest mountains, with ‘Eryri’ meaning the ‘Seat of the Eagles’ in Cymraeg." - this is contested as there is no one agreed upon etymology of Eryri. To claim that this is The Etymology suggests that they picked this one just because it conveniently fits the version of the mythology they're presenting. They also claim that "Owain ap Gruffydd, would adopt three such eagles as his royal coat of arms" - this is blatantly incorrect as Owain ap Gruffydd lived before the Age of Heraldry and the three eagles are actually later attributed arms.

In EW's FAQ there's a section on supporting their organisation - with one paragraph saying that you can buy stickers instead "If you aren’t eligible or willing to commit to becoming an activist". Lol at 'if you aren't willing to fully commit to our FWA fanboy club you can put up some stickers instead'. Also the button to buy stickers suggests you pay via paypal "We’ll accept quick payments using PayPal and will have them shipped to you First Class" - which *totally* sounds legit (what do you bet they ask people to pay via 'friends and family instead of through business means?).

And... that's it. There's very little else on their website. It *looks* like they're trying to be a movement, but appear to lack substance (and money, judging from how many different Donate Now buttons are plastered all over the site). A hollow organisation blatantly bending history and mythology to fit their narrative, proudly using symbols designed to appeal to fascists while asking people to trust them with the future of Wales?

Dim diolch.

For further reading on why we should guard against fascism in Welsh language revival and independence, see my other post here.

Reblogs welcome for an antifascist independent Wales.

#cymraeg #cymru #free wales army #fwa #eryri #eryr wen #antifascist #annibyniaeth #welsh independence #welsh #fascism cw #neo nazism cw #white nationalism cw #long post

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 7 - Prompt: Soft @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 662 words

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Pandora’s eagerness was immediately quashed when she turned to find a disappointed frown on Lily’s face. She cleared her throat and gestured toward the three paths that led away from the festival’s entrance. “Which one should we take?”

Lily blinked rapidly, then offered her a tight smile. “It doesn’t really matter. They’re all connected.”

“Oh. In that case, why don’t we go left? We’ll meet up with the others in the middle.”

“That’s fine.”

Pandora hesitated, then led the way down the left path. Behind her, she heard Lily inhale deeply and sigh again before following her. The soft swish of her braid against her jacket was the only sign she was still there as they made their way to the first stall.

Merde, this is awkward.

Pandora was still reeling from the impromptu introduction to the trio of stunning women. Then there was the lovely sound of Lily’s Welsh accent wrapping around the vowels in her name. Her heart was pounding wildly in her ears as the others paired off. It was all she could do to contain a shimmy of excitement when she realised that they’d been paired together.

But that’s not what Lily wanted.

“Are you hungry?” Pandora asked, glancing over her shoulder. She gestured at the row of food trucks lined up along the left side of the road. “I know it’s a bit early for lunch.”

“Not really. Are you?”

“No.”

Pandora adjusted her septum ring anxiously as she eyed the stalls filled with trinkets and handmade pottery. She couldn’t gauge Lily’s interest in their offerings while walking ahead of her, but when she slowed her pace, Lily did too. The woman persisted in maintaining a full two metres of space between them, despite the crowd gathering in the narrow path.

“Do you like pottery?” Pandora asked, nodding at the tent filled with ceramic plates and mugs.

“Not particularly.”

Every suggestion was met with the same tepid response. Pandora was teetering on the brink of annoyance with Lily’s disinterest. She was either incredibly bored or in a hurry to rejoin the group. Neither option was particularly flattering.

Eventually, she spotted a candle stand and decided to check it out. Pandora was more interested in Lily’s reaction to the detour rather than the candles themselves, but they did smell good. It was clever of the vendor to light one of the food-scented candles. Peppermint and fudge was a tempting combination.

“Bore da!” the woman behind the table asked, smiling brightly.

“Good morning,” Pandora replied politely.

When Lily stepped up to the table beside her, the woman reached for her hand and began chattering casually in Welsh. Lily’s accent deepened as their conversation continued and Pandora caught herself staring at Lily’s lips more than once, wondering how she made a language with so many harsh syllables sound melodic. She caught a reference to Lily’s “mam” and surmised that they were acquaintances.

“She’s quite well, she is,” Lily said, clasping the woman’s hand in both of hers. “Pob lwc today.”

“Diolch! Enjoy yourself, Liliana.”

“I will.”

After moving on to the next stall, one filled with fudge and sweets, Pandora couldn’t restrain herself from asking. “Is Lily short for Liliana?”

“No, it’s the opposite. It’s a nickname, of sorts.”

“Nicknames are usually shorter, no?”

Lily puffed an amused breath through her nose. “Not in Wales. My dad’s name is Liam and he is called ‘Liam dai chippy’ more often than just Liam.”

“Interesting. Liliana is pretty,” she said, eyeing the packets of fudge.

“Prettiest girl in the county, I’d say.” The older man running the stand winked at Pandora. “Good eye.”

“Oh, I meant her name is pretty. Her nickname, rather. Well, I think Lily is a pretty name too, and she is pretty too, of course, but I was referring to…never mind.” Pandora ignored the flush of heat filling her chest and rushing up her neck as she crouched down to sift through a basket of candies.

What am I blathering on about?

Next Part>>>

#pandolily #pandalily #lily x pandora #pandora lovegood x lily evans #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #lily evans #marauders girls #the valkyries #marauders era

[ayeforscotland]

Hey. Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.

Got a question.

What are your thoughts on Scottish Gaelic. The language mean. Obviously.

As an Irishman I'd very much like to see it revived by any and all means necessary. I mean it's the closest linguistically to Irish what with both being Celtic languages.

Still.

I don't like people advocating to wipe out languages. It's colonial bullshit. May explain why Scottish Unionists start shrieking hysterically when they see it on road signs.

They're a deranged bunch.

I'm a supporter of reviving and saving any and all threatened languages. Like Scottish Gaelic.

Among others. Such as Irish, Welsh, Breton, Cornish, Manx, Basque, Advghe, Kabardian, Chuvash, Syriac (what the Assyrian people speak), Talvsh, Hawaiian, Navajo, Abaza, to name a few.

Here you go

[viric-dreams]

Born in a Welsh mining town to a working class family, Euros was determined to escape the life set before him and to scrabble up the societal ranks, however possible. He had no desire to spend his life underground.

As soon as he was able, he ran away to London to try to make a new life for himself. London, however, was less than kind to a boy from the valleys, with a strange lilt to his imperfect English. He spent his nights in pubs near the harbour, listening in and imitating the sailors occupying them. At the age of thirteen, he signed on with the Royal Navy, listing his name as Elias Roberts and gaining the rank of cabin boy. He grew particularly fond of the officer he served, one of the first to treat him like the other English boys. Elias decided that he would follow this officer to the ends of the earth, should he be asked.

And then London fell.

Elias’ devotion never wavered. Not even when his officer split from the Admiralty, renaming himself The Commodore. Elias sailed with him to their new port of call, the Grand Geode, and dutifully helped to build the Dawn Machine, embracing the New Sequence.

Decades passed in the Neath. Then one day, the Commodore called him into his office. He had a task for Lieutenant Roberts: He should sail to London and infiltrate a group of revolutionaries trying to bring about the Liberation of Night. With the group’s name and his alias scrawled onto a piece of paper, he took to zee.

London, however, had changed much since his departure decades before. Its denizens were not the cheerful, smiling sort he was used to back at his port of call. It wasn’t long before Elias found himself set upon by a group of criminals, intent on robbery. In the scuffle, however, his dark glasses broke, revealing his dazzling golden eyes. The next thing he knew he had a bag over his head.

He woke up bound in a Benthic basement laboratory, half a dozen scientists watching him intently. He was a Sequencer, they said, clearly controlled by a master he was forced to serve against his will. But they had a cure—one that would free him from his slavish dedication to the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the sun the s—

Nicholas Nite came to in an alley in Ladybones Road with nothing but a scrap of paper with what he presumed was his name, and an address.

Nicholas followed the address to what turned out to be the meeting place of a group of anarchists. These revolutionaries, he’d learned, were set on the Liberation of Night. Enraptured by their words, Nicholas devoted himself to the cause. At the recommendation of one of his newfound colleagues, he found an inn for the night and settled down to his new role.

Elias woke up with no memory of why he was in London.

There is no set time or indication of what might bring about the change. Usually Elias/Nicholas will feel poorly, and have to excuse himself. Neither man is aware of the other’s identity or activities.

Whilst they both share a deep devotion for the cause in which they believe, Nicholas is more likely to look outside of the box or to bend the rules to achieve his goals. He is unconcerned with decorum. Whereas Elias initially appears far more cheerful and therefore approachable, Nicholas is by far the politer of the two, more likely to kindly talk his way through a solution, rather than Sequence-sanctioned force. And whereas Elias is perfectly content to stand in the proverbial shadow of the Dawn Machine, Nicholas has a bit of a showmanship streak, at least to his fellow revolutionaries.

Bonus:

Nicholas spent several months haunted by mysterious words lurking in the back of his mind. The word he was seeking would be lost, suddenly replaced by foreign consonants. He eventually went to his fellow anarchists with this information, concerned that between this and all of his missing time, that the Correspondence had somehow infected him and that he was losing his mind. Instead, one of his associates simply laughed. “Fy mrawd yng Nghrist, siwd wyt ti ddim yn gwybod bo ti’n Gymro?”

#fallen london #new guy just dropped #if only gameplay would let me become a sequencer #he would've been a player character if so #but alas #i still need to figure out what monikers to give them too #the strange case of lt roberts and mr nite #my art #elias ref #Roberts/Nite

[canmom]

went to the big palestine demo today.

perhaps because the government kicked up a fuss about Armistice Day, or perhaps by gradual snowballing, it was probably one of the largest political demos I've been on - street was packed from end to end as far as the eye could see. maybe the BLM demos in the summer a few years ago were of comparable scale, but honestly i think this one was bigger. hours after i reached the end the column of marchers was still stretching back to the bridge at least. i can post some pictures when I've had time to scrub faces out of them.

i decided to improvise a protest sign this time. i had to buy permanent markers en route, so i wrote out the sign by the side of the road. some fascist prick walked by as i did this to call me a leftist pedo who doesn't know what gender I'm supposed to be in a tone of the most vehement disgust, which was oddly affirming. cunt must have fancied himself a poet, answering me giving him the finger with 'what are you, a man or a mouse?', which is cracking me up in retrospect.

there was a lot of rightful anger in the protest. lots of people led chants - at one point i saw the megaphone was held by a child who looked about 7. it was affirming to be surrounded by people who give a shit, even if they're all strangers. the organisers led us to the US embassy, where there were two different stages set up for speakers - most of them Palestinian but there was one Welsh MP there as well, maybe the Welsh politicians are less cowardly than England's. there were also the usual panoply of SWP gazebos trying to recruit people to help them carry out the important socialist activities of flogging newspapers and recruiting more SWP members. the end felt a bit aimless - after the focused energy of marching A to B, it ended in people going forward to the SWP/bookstore/painfully loud sound system area and then milling around, then either coming back to either stand by the first stage or gradually go home. it is frustrating to me that the willingness of a political demo to cause real disruption tends to be inversely proportional to its scale. but this was largely a symbolic march, that will make headlines just by virtue of the scale.

the US embassy itself (which has a fucking moat) was pretty locked down with cops and thick barriers stopping anyone approaching the entrances. my ears are still full of protest chants and my voice is a bit hoarse. apparently the UK gov is due to vote on whether to call for a ceasefire in a week. exactly how much diplomatic pressure they'll apply if that vote goes through, i can only speculate. in the meantime, we really need to be applying direct pressure on Elbit factories and other components of the weapons industry. but that's a lot riskier than an A to B march and requires much better opsec, so you know. if someone's working on that and they're any good at what they're doing, it won't be planned in public.

[martynrandles]

I was traveling back from Caernarfon the weekend before last on this very stretch of road & saw that a Fox & a Badger had been killed.

As a boy aged 12 in the 1980’s I was hit by a car & knocked off my bicycle, believe you me I am still in pain, I can’t take pain killers due to the amount of pain killers prescribed to me as a child messing with my heart condition. So from aged 18 to now knocking on the doors of my half century I’ve had to learn to deal with it. The women who pulled out and hit me with her car in the 1980’s said she didn’t see me. Time slowed down & I didn’t feel a thing but saw everything in extreme slow motion, until I hit the ground. I did feel as though giant wings were wrapped around me. My point is it was a Sunday afternoon, her being in a rush destroyed my life, made an already disabled boy more disabled… yet good luck getting help in Britain if your disabled.

I was forced into hauling on my bicycle brakes when an on duty policeman in north Devon decided to speed up the hill in the rain without his lights on. I highsided my brand new bicycle and bent the frame. What the fuck was he in such a rush for late at night? Badgers regularly used to accompany me up that hill as my dicky ticker doesn’t allow me to cycle up hill. This one beautiful Badger, fearless amazing creature used to even walk up ahead then wait for me to catch him up, even chilling out waiting with me half way up the steep hill before the nightmare Summit. I eventually went to see a GP about my hip, 2011 the preventable “accident” happened, 2012 I went to see a quack about my hip & came out (eventually) with heart failure. To be fair I’d lost so much weight as I had contracted an “unknown virus” whilst surfing north Devon’s so called blue flag beaches… & I’m not the only surfer from that village either.

I have witnessed drivers nowadays in England, driving way too bloody fast, without a care for their own safety, the safety of others & not even giving a flying fuck about wildlife (please excuse my language if you’re easily offended, but as an actual Englishman who studied linguistics at University “flying fuck” is the appropriate usage… as in: it’s obvious the British Government do not give a flying fuck about the British Taxpayer or the NHS… etc,.) If you care about all creatures great & small & can spare a few moments to sign the petition above, you will help to make a difference to local wildlife in Britain that the Government & the elites would rather cull or hunt to extinction.

Once the elites are done getting rid of the wildlife they don’t have a use for guess who’s next? I’ll give you a clue, actually I’ll just make it plain & simple, “We” are next on their list.

Please accept my apologies if anything I have written offends or causes any upset to any reader. It is never my intention to do so. But today is a day I dread every year, Danny died today 4 years ago, he was my best friend. And he’d love my rant today… rest in peace Danny boy, & if you still love mischief go fuck with the bastards while they sleep. RIP dude, catch a wave for me buddy x

#badger #badgers #british wildlife #help our wildlife #we are custodians of this planet #fox #Foxes #roadkill #fuck the British Government #your elected politicians don’t give a flying fuck about anything #drivers slow the fuck down #was it worth killing that animal with your car so you could get home to watch whatever bullshit you can’t live without? #slow the fuck down #safe crossing points for wildlife

[bluebison2]

The Welsh gov: We're a nation of small villages and most have a road or two going through them, roads that are now getting so bad the locals have put up their own signs asking people to slow down. Lets just trial 20mph limit in built up areas and see what effect that has.

Every nutjob in Britain: The gov are Dictators, marxists, socialism, devolution, 20mph shot my dog, f*cked my wife, fire all the politicians, THEY, green conspiracy, 20mph stole all my money, stop wasting money fix the nhs, THEY, petition petition, show them whose really in charge, THEY and/or OTHERS, not like you and me, ignore it drive at 90.

#wales politics #speed limits #i mean jesus christ the vitriol hatred for the last 2 days over something as minor as this is nutbag behaviour #uk politics #clowns #we're getting to the point where any gov in britain cant pass a single thing without people going apeshit

[victusinveritas]

A council put up a Welsh language road sign reading "I am out of the office at the moment" when it should have said "No entry for heavy goods vehicles".

Swansea council contacted its in-house translation service when designing the bilingual sign. The seeds of confusion were sown when officials received an automated email response in Welsh from an absent translator, saying: "I am not in the office at the moment. Please send any work to be translated."

Unaware of its real meaning, officials had it printed on the sign. The council took down the sign after Welsh speakers spotted the mistake.

#meanwhile in wales #welsh language

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 18 - Burgos to Hornillos

Today we left the rolling hills east of Burgos and entered the Meseta, the large flat plains between Burgos and Leon. This is where the psychological strength has to kick in because they are meant to be featureless and endless.

Our walk today was 13 miles to Hornillos. We left the Airbnb at 7, dropped the big bags at a local bar to be picked up, but then stayed on for breakfast as our first stop would be over 6 miles away. We were walking by half 7, passing the cathedral on the way out.

The walk out was considerably shorter and much more pleasant than the walk in, passing the university on the way. But we didn’t really get any solitude until after our 6 mile stop as the path passed by and over main roads and motorways. And always in the background there was the noise of a large works, possibly a cement works as we had seen a few of them already. We passed a sign that said 501kms to Santiago, we’re getting closer!

Our coffee stop was at Tardajos in a very local cafe on a main road. After that we walked on quiet country roads heading for our meseta climb.

At the end of the next village was a small church - Ermita de la Virgen de Monasterio - whose doors were open and from which we could hear music. When we went in there was an older lady who stamped our Camino passports, gave us each a blessing and a small token to take with us. We were both really moved by the gesture and the place, and sat for a while composing ourselves listening to the music.

We then started our climb onto the Alto Meseta. It’s a gentle climb and taking a mile or two to reach another 100m, but the landscape changes into something much more barren with very little shade or cover. The Welsh have even been here according to the graffiti on a directional sign.

We stopped at one point to change from our shoes into our sandals, trying to stay out of the sun by huddling under a bush that I thought was bigger than it was! The weather has been a lot warmer today, up to 27 degrees with very little wind.

The view from the top down to Hornillas was stunning, quite something else.

We reached the Albergue about 12:30. We’re glad we had reserved our places as it, and most of the other places in the village, were also full, and we saw people having to take taxis elsewhere to find somewhere to stay.

After settling and having showers we took a walk up to the village for a beer in the local bar. It was nice sitting on a bench in the shade planning our next few days and weeks. I think we’re in a bit of a panic mode as many places are booked out already. So we’ve planned where we’ll walk and have contacted many places to try to reserve beds. We’re definitely going to be in Leon by next weekend.

It’s nice how our Camino family is growing. Scott is at the hostel, along with Tim and Alex (the Texans) whom we sat with for dinner. I also brought out a bit of my French again with a couple next to me from near Nantes, and met another American couple where the wife was originally from Northern Ireland.

Dinner was a communal meal of salad, paella and a yoghurt type of pudding. There must have been about 30 of us all sat around a long table chatting.

It’s now time to settle down for bed, evenings are not late as everyone needs to be up early.

[private-bryan]

Get To Know Me

Thanks for the tag @queer-cosette

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

Niet - I've never really wanted to get one either. If I was forced to at needlepoint it would probaby be the inscription from the One Ring around my bicep

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Royal Blue

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

A bowl of Kellogg's Special K (gotta get that fibre in)

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

11:06 - I'm meant to be doing a security review, but that can wait for the more important Tumblring

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Libra. And I've got no clue on anything more than that

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

Canadian (just in case the missus is listening), but from the UK/Ireland it's any of the Scottish, Welsh, or Irish accents. They're extremely sexy (most of the time) compared to the bland Home Counties accent in my area

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Several.

My dumbest are the ones on my knuckles. It wasn't from a fight, but from slipping down an icy set of concrete steps, and not realising I was bleeding copiously from all the knuckles on my left hand until I was halfway to work (on a Rail Replacement Bus, no less)

I also have one on my palm from where it was cut by flaking paint (on the handrail of the same set of stairs!)

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

ISTP

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

The Road to El Dorado

"Did you ever imagine it would end like this?"

"The horse is a surprise."

📺 - Favourite show?

Derry Girls. Also Taskmaster

😂 - Are you ticklish?

Yes, but the freewheeling elbows that follow usually disuade people from trying again

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

I already am. Unless I divorce I'd rather not commit bigamy

😳 - Do you like your name?

I don't dislike my name. It's just... a name. My surname is quite rare though, so I've got that going for me

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

Magnolia (we rent)

🤓 - How did you get your name?

I don't think there's a reason my parents picked it, unfortunately.

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

I never went to Uni, but I left college (UK definition) in 2004

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Nope. Again, fairly bland in how I want my body to look. Aside from the beard (which was mainly an excuse not to shave every day) I basically just think of it as a slightly crappy vessel to live in.

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Brown. Quite dark, in fact, so that from not too far away they look almost black.

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

Cut short twice a year (grade 3 all over), then I just let it grow until it gets too curly. I don't do anything with it, not that you could do anything with it anyway.

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

Not really. I was a/am nerd, and didn't really go past shandy until I was 18

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Just twice - I don't really like how it makes my head feel. Once was after a funeral of a schoolfriend. I can't remember the other one

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

Physical fear is either heights or dogs. But my biggest one is that one day I'll be alone and forgotten.

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Too cold. I'm an overweight man, so I don't like almost literally swimming in sweat. And with cold weather I can just chuck on another jumper or t-shirt (I'm currently sat here in my dressing gown)

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Pissing it down. So long as I'm at home and can listen while reading in bed

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Autumn. Cool, colourful, and has my birthday in it!

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

The Alpaca. I made the missus go to an Alapca farm on the Isle of Wight when we were over there for our 10th wedding anniversary

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

Three cats (Penelope, Irene, Helen). The wife has a dog called Fritz, but I don't interact with him

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Just over two days.

🎨 - Any hobbies?

Writing, gaming, bookbinding, sewing, model making, 3D printing, procrastinating

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

I'd like to tour the UK - Have a hoke around Scotland, revisit Wales and Northern Ireland, go and see some history in York or Nottingham or something.

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Currently, it's foiling techniques for my books - the missus bought a second hand set of the LOTR books, and I've got designs on rebinding them and want to make the edges gold

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Tumblr. Close second for NYT Games (gotta get Wordle and Connections in), and Duolingo

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

I'm a suburbs person. Or at least a town person.

I like some people around, and being in close range to a supermarket and stuff, but I don't like being in a really big city (like London or Belfast) for too long - something like Portsmouth or Derry is ideal actually

Tagging: @areseebee @carouselunique @imstressedx if you feel like you'd like to have a go too :)

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I'm Irish but work for a UK based company. The English treat us the way that architecture lady did ALL THE TIME. Literally don't bother to know basic things like when our bank holidays are, what relevant laws and industry practices are different in Ireland vs England, we've been assigned HR people who don't know anything about Irish employment law, given 'benefits' we couldn't use because we weren't in the UK, hosted in-person meetings in our offices where English guests keep saying 'here in the UK', we get paid less because instead of adjusting our wages to euro they just changed out the pound sign for a euro sign in our contracts, they refuse to let us use local suppliers for office supplies etc so everything takes longer to arrive and costs more than it does for the rest of the company, during a recent rebrand we were refused a budget for (legally required) Irish-language signage, the list goes on and on.

The irony is that because of the nature of our work we have constant meetings and workshops about acceptance of different nationalities and learning not to discriminate but if we try bringing up how we're discriminated against we get laughed at.

We have colleagues in an office in Scotland who get similar treatment so at least there's some solidarity there, but it's exhausting. It feels like we're fighting a constant battle. And the response we always get to complaints is just 'oh oops silly us' if we get any at all.

English entitlement is very very real and I don't blame you for reaching the end of your rope with that woman.

Oh Jesus Christ that sounds exhausting. And yeah, very familiar. Wales often gets included with the English south west when companies try to do countrywide provision, and what really stands out is the utter lack of consideration or respect for the language and bilingual signage, and Welsh road infrastructure not allowing easy or cheap travel in the same way. "Everyone get to Bristol for this meeting" is far, far harder for mid and north Wales than anywhere else. Plus, getting called a Taffy just casually. Super fun.

My sister used to work for a nationwide charity, actually, based in London. She took over as the organiser for their eight nationwide conferences a year. And the people in the Welsh, Scottish and Northern Irish offices loved her, because she was the first one in years who remembered that they existed, and made an effort to get the conferences to them at least SOME of the time; and the English offices complained each time she did. They thought four should be London (it's easiest to get to!), three in northern England (that's diversity!), and one in Northern Ireland (different landmass so begrudgingly accepted every other year) was reasonable.

Gah. Frustrating as fuck.

#asks #celtophobia

[llyfrenfys]

Bad Takes in the Welsh tag vol. II- this reblog on a post about the number of Welsh speakers. (I have cropped out the username of OP and as ever, I only focus on the sentiment, not the person. If you know OP's url kindly do not send them anon hate etc.).

So I saw this take a few days ago in a reblog on a post in the Welsh tag and wanted to address this sentiment as well, since it does the opposite of that other bad take that I saw and made a post about the other day. To be clear, I don't disagree entirely with OP, but there's an element of wishful thinking that I sometimes see when it comes to Welsh / other minoritised languages which can end up doing more harm than good.

This screenshot was also discussed in the LGBTQIA+ Welsh Discord I run and the broad consensus from those of us in there who live in Wales is that OP is painting a very inaccurate picture of the status of Welsh, particularly of Welsh in North Wales. It is frustrating when you have people who value Welsh, but don't value Welsh enough to bother with accuracy in their promotion of the language. This post is intended as a gentle reminder that we can fight for the Welsh language without misrepresenting the situation on the ground so to speak.

The post itself has a 'fuck yeah, Welsh!' attitude which I personally love. But sadly this particular post is riddled with misinformation. First of all, we have "Welsh law is that all signs must have We[l]sh text on them but there is nothing in the law that says signs must also have English on them". Now the wording is kinda vague here- but I'm going out on a limb and saying that the OP is likely referencing The Welsh Language Standards Guidelines (which have been updated several times over the years). The guidance has a number of Standards relating to signs in the Welsh language, such as Standard 32, Standards 47-52, Standard 66 and Standards 111-113. The section of Interpreting the Standards also contains relevant text, such as in Part 3- Interpreting the Standards article 15:

Plain text: "For the purposes of the standards a requirement to publish, provide or display any written material in Welsh does not mean that material should be published, provided or, displayed in Welsh only, nor does it mean that the material should be produced in Welsh first (unless that is specifically stated in the standard)"

Of the Standards listed above, Standards 47-52 are specifically designated as Standards relating to signs and notices displayed or published by a body. Which state things like "... if the same text is displayed in Welsh and in English, you must not treat the Welsh language text less favourably than the English language text" - Standard 47 and "You must ensure that the Welsh language text on signs and notices is accurate in terms of meaning and expression" - Standard 49.

Anyway, back to the point. OP is incorrect in stating that there is a loophole by which the Welsh Law forgot to specify that the signs had to have English as well as Welsh and that public bodies can get away with monolingual Welsh signs. This just isn't true. Important to note is that the law is intended for public bodies- so big companies, road signage makers etc. This guidance isn't for random farms in North Wales which have signs that say "wyau <-" pointing up the lane with no English translation.

Now, the next sentence is a little loaded, well-meant, but a little loaded nonetheless. "The Welsh nationalist dominated rural authorities in the North"- it's loadedness comes down to its vagueness I think. While it isn't wrong per se that Welsh Nationalist parties like Plaid Cymru do well in the North West, it is a little skewed to ascribe Welsh speaking status to whichever party is doing the best in a given area. It isn't that clear cut, unfortunately. To get into this issue, we have to talk maps.

So those Welsh speaker maps that have nice gradients and have the West of Wales coloured in dark, gradually getting lighter as you move East? Unfortunately, these maps can be very misleading (especially if, like in the map OP was commenting on, the source of the data was left off). But the long and short of it is- these maps tend to imply that Welsh is exclusively spoken in the NW and that everywhere East of Bangor has had it. But the data presentation is very flawed, since it tends to erase Welsh language gains in places like Cardiff, Swansea and Monmouthshire.

You've all seen maps like this right? NW in the darkest colours and SE in the lightest?

Unfortunately when it comes to these kinds of maps, they can be very misleading from a language revitalisation point of view.

Here's some maps I actually studied at undergrad for this purpose

On the face of it, your eyes zip up to Gwynedd and Môn on the first map and then over to the second and- 'oh no!' you might say, there's been a -2.1 to -4.0 percent decline in Welsh speakers in those areas. And of course, this is something that language revitalisation wants to address. But look at the first map again. Look at, Monmouthshire, Caerphilly, Cardiff and Swansea. Then look at the second map.

Welsh speaking is actually being increased in these areas, between 2001 to 2011.

The misleading nature of a language map like this one is not its borders, its colour or key, but its omission of the sociopolitcal forces at play in language revitalisation. Large population centres like Cardiff, Caerphilly, Newport and Swansea are actively gaining more Welsh speakers. While Gwynedd and Môn are losing some. But Welsh speaking (despite a few wobbles) is on the increase. So where did those Welsh speakers from the North go?

South.

It isn't a hard-and-fast rule, but many rural Welsh speakers (especially those who live in areas with high amounts of holiday homes which drive up rent/cost of staying in villages in North Wales) actually end up moving to more urban areas in the South, meaning that some of the decline of Welsh speaking in North Wales is down to Welsh speakers just, moving to a different part of Wales- which in turn makes those areas see an increase in Welsh being spoken.

Of course, we actually have to address the cause of the exodus of Welsh speakers from rural areas holiday homes raising house prices making them unaffordable for locals and drives them away but the way that our data is represented is not as dire as it looks. Still not great, mind, but not apocalyptic either.

Then there's the other inaccuracies in this post. Small businesses like farm shops, high street businesses and houses can have Welsh-only signage because they are not local authorities and much of the guidance indirectly referenced by OP mostly only applies to local authorities. This is how you have farm shops advertising produce in Welsh only, or shop names in Welsh (such as Siop y Pethe and Broc-Môr in Aberystwyth) or the name of the house my flat is in. Businesses have different regulations for signage inside the shop in different situations. But the guidance indirectly referred to by OP in the screenshot mostly applies to road signage.

Big name brands such as Tesco are definitely not going to have monolingual Welsh stores and it is disinformation to suggest that they do- especially not when they've made gaffes such as "sboncen" to mean squash (the drink). "Sboncen" means squash (the sport), while they should have put "sgwash", meaning the drink.

Or my favourite instance of these "arwyddion gwael", in which instead of offering a free ATM service, this ATM on the Tesco Express in Aberystwyth offered "codiad am ddim" (free erections):

So I dread to think what a fully monolingual poorly translated Welsh Tesco would look like.

I don't disagree with OP on the final part, that we should celebrate Welsh's "punk ass attitude" in surviving despite attempts to eradicate it from existence. But spreading false information is definitely not the way we should be doing that.

Instead, we can celebrate things like the National Eisteddfod coming to places like Wrecsam in 2025, which aren't typically selected due to there being fewer speakers. But what bringing the National Eisteddfod to areas with low-speakers does is reestablish that yes, actually, Welsh deserves to be spoken all over Wales, not just in Y Fro Gymraeg (Welsh concept equivalent of the Gaeltacht in Ireland). It's an active, real reclamation of areas previously lost for Welsh and revitalising them by bringing the language back with the biggest Welsh language event anywhere.

#Welsh #Cymraeg #Cymru #lukes originals #Cymreig #Y Fro Gymraeg #statistical maps #Welsh speakers

[elkenbulwark]

WHAT YOUR CHARACTER WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE

What they look like: He is large in the sense he is tall (about 6'4) and takes up a good amount of space, though he is not particularly wide or exceptionally broad shouldered - simply very dense with added muscle. The color of his hair doesn't quite have a name, or at least one that anybody would be confident in calling it due to how changes often in different aspects of lighting. This is partially due to an introduced artificial coloring that was added to his hair as a joke while he was napping among Ren's high elf friends; the elven dye in question is the type that can only really be seen in direct sunlight, and when it's visible - it gives his natural deep-blue (nearly black) and red tints a plummy, fuchsia sheen that shows the most concentrated level of pink at the ends of his hair when it's spiked up while the rest becomes a metallic, coppery-mauve.

As a half-orc, some (particularly other half's or full orcs) might find it unusual that he does not have a single facial scar as the violence and otherwise rowdiness among their kind is a usual indication they will have some marks on their face at early ages. Since he was raised in elven society and the condition of the face was to carry the reputation of one's house even amongst thralls, his face was spared any markings. Instead, he has his share of them on his lower back and the backs of his legs.

He has a mild case of vitiligo, but mainly on his firearms and palms as well as the back of one palm. There is also a spot on his sternum, between his shoulder blades, on a flank over his pancreas, and under his lip. His right temple/brow has the elvish word 'keeper' branded/tattooed in place as a sign of his past role in house Cragdew, and an enchantment to make him lie down.

What they smell like: A mixture of creek water and sometimes whatever bathing oil he finds in Ren's bag when he's had a wash in camp. By most standards, he carries the ever-present hint of sweat and sweat-sweetened leather from the bracing straps worn under light/medium armors. Hints of ironwood haunt the handle of his axe due to the handles of weapons and tools usually being the sturdy wood, and it rubs off on his hands. Blood and meat left in the sun too long festers inside a bag he keeps on his belt where he sometimes totes around the arms and legs of bodies found left on the road to use as projectiles in fights he senses are at hand. His breath is often a faint floral muddied with milk from whatever tea the camp has brewed in the morning that he slams full with goat milk.

What they taste like: Imagine a popsicle of everything described above under the smell category and give it a lick-cannibals don't @ him.

A kiss of course would taste like whatever he's gotten into last. His breath can be quite milky in the morning when hints of floral depending on the herbals of the tea he gets to have before setting out of camp, though his go to is licorice root. Other than that, he very much spicy and over spiced food, so there's a chance one might catch twinges of fresh peppercorn stuck in his teeth, coriander, and cumin. Overall if one had to lick him like the spider, he'd be salty and a bit on the dusty side from sweating and sleeping/rolling about in the dirt often as well as some dog fur from when he pays the Scratch tax.

What they sound like: Gravelly at times, his voice has a slight melodic upturn to the way he pronounces a few words, likely due to his upbringing and his general use of passable elvish. Though even with the practice in a softer language, he his larger lungs accompany his words with a bit more force than needed at times. His accent is a half breed of a London meets Mancunian with a sprinkle of Welsh (melody) in the mix. There are times his mouth is going so fast that he ends up adding extra words/phrases that don't need to be said or add to the conversation, but he has to chew something out to avoid chomping down on his tongue; think of it as if his mouth had the option to 'rage'. When calmer, however, his voice can roll slow and thick, especially when he's engaged in a bit of a sobering conversation. Speaking of sober, if he's not - good luck figuring out just what the hell he's saying.

What they feel like: Birvor feels like what wrapping one's arms around a cracked pantheon feels like: sturdy, stiff, and with the vague feeling that he will be unable to keep from crumbling forever. The uncertainty in his grasp when he feels that someone is to be added to his bulwark stems from being raised among those with frailer statures and of never quite knowing his own strength and failing to dial it back on many occasions. His hands look as though they'd feel delicate blanched ivory, yet they carry the callouses that turn his grip firm whether it is squeezing a shoulder in solidarity, gripping a jaw to twist a stubborn face towards his burning assessment of one's well being, or cupping a cheek with a softened resolve. Should one lean against him, the fast feeling of a heart enlarged to accommodate rages hammers in iambic pentameter. (They may also feel the squirming of his 3 additional stomach tadpoles riling up gut feelings to act on.)

tagged by: @doighnadair <3 rawh~

tagging: @burtai , @illithidtouched , @ehrendiil , @zerthyan , @eyeforan , @higharper , @gorethought , @you! turn in your homework NOW-

#//hehe ty i love these =w= they get the hc juices goin' #hc ; // roll history check #birvor ; // shiny side down

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Emyr Moore / Emyr Kingston

The Eldest Prince of Yonkers Emyr Kingston (As of September 1st 2021)

The older twin, the baby Doppel of his father, Emyr is the first son of Eddie and Kirby. On his mother's side he's a potential seventh generation wrestler. On his father's side he's a New Yorker from birth.

Name

Full Legal Name: Emyr Faolán Peredur Ariel Moore

First Name: Emyr

Meaning: Means 'King, Lord' in Welsh

Pronunciation: EH-mir

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Faolán, Peredur, Ariel

Meaning(s): Faolán: Means 'little wolf', derived from Old Irish 'Fáel' 'wolf' combined with a diminutive suffix. Peredur: Meaning uncertain. It possibly means 'hard spears' from Welsh 'Peri' 'spears' and 'dur' 'hard, steel'. Ariel: Means 'lion of God' in Hebrew, from 'ari' meaning 'lion' and ''el' meaning 'God'

Pronunciation(s): FE-lawn, peh-REH-dir, EHR-ee-al/ AR-ee-al/a-RYEHL

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology, Arthurian Romance. Hebrew, English, French, Spanish, Polish, Biblical, Biblical Greek

Surname: Moore

Meaning: The surname Moore has 3 different possible meanings: 1- Originally indicated a person who lived on a moor, from Middle English 'mor' meaning 'open land, bog'. 2- Derived from the given name 'Maurus', which is a Latin name meaning 'North African, Moorish'. 3- Nickname for a person of dark complexion, from Old French 'more', Latin 'Maurus', meaning 'Moorish'

Pronunciation: MUWR

Origin: English

Alias: Emyr Kingston

Reason: Potential Future Ring Name

Nicknames: Little King, Dragon Prince

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: New-Born (about a week old)

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American/Irish/Welsh. Irish-Puerto Rican-Welsh-Scottish & Norwegian Mix. Triple Citizenship USA-ROI-UK

Ethnicity: Mixed White & Hispanic / Latino

Birth Date: August 26th 2021

Symbols: N/A

Sexuality: N/A

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: N/A. Cannot talk yet

Spoken Languages: N/A. Cannot talk yet

Relationship Status: N/A

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Theme Song: N/A

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Yonkers, New York, USA

Current Location: On the road / Yonkers, New York, USA

Hometown: Yonkers, New York, USA

Appearance

Height: N/A (Hasn't finished growing)

Weight: N/A (Hasn't finished growing)

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Light Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Diagnosed

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: N/A

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: N/A

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: N/A

Mentor(s): Eddie Kingston, Kirby Kingston

Significant Other: N/A

Previous Partners: N/A

Parents: Edward Moore (39, Father), Kirby Moore (30, Mother, Née Rhydderch)

Parents-In-Law: N/A

Siblings: Ethan Moore (New-Born, Twin Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: N/A

Nieces & Nephews: N/A

Children: N/A

Children-In-Law: N/A

Grandkids: N/A

Great Grandkids: N/A

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia:

Emyr takes more after his father.

Emyr's Godfather is Nelson 'Homicide' Erazo, one of his father's closest friends.

Emyr's Godmother is Angelica St John, his mother's childhood best friend.

Emyr and his twin brother are 37.5% Irish, 25% Puerto Rican, 12.5% Welsh, 12.5% Scottish, and 12.5% Norwegian

#D.U.D.E #original character #Kingston #Moore #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling Family #Rhydderch Clan #Family. Not a Wrestler