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professorcalculusstanaccount · 1 year

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Haddock is making the most of the fact that Tintin now has Chang as a photographer, because there is no way Tintin would have ever agreed to take these for him.

#fanart #tintin #adventures of tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #snowy #milou #photoset #these are all real places in the uk #this is haddock's heritage

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gessner-aldrovandi-et-amici · 2 years

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Haddock from Marcus Elesier Bloch’s Ichthyologie ou, Histoire naturelle des poissons. Berlin 1796.

Source: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library (online via Biodiversity Heritage Library: https://www.biodiversitylibrary.org/item/26748).

#haddocks in art #cods in art #gadidae in art #fish in art #animals in art #Bloch #18th century #Ernst Mayr Library #Biodiversity Heritage Library

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missallanea-a · 5 months

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@dragetunge : « i should've known better » [kicks this one at freya]

"Perhaps." It is not the encouragement she wishes she had to offer the boy, but it is honest : perhaps he should have known, but he was only a boy. Perhaps more mature than he should have been at his age, but a child nonetheless. Certainly by comparison to the ones he had come up against.

It seemed the Aesir would always fear that which they couldn't control, whether that was a people or a creature. Young Hiccup was simply unfortunate enough as to be a little bit of both.

"But I dislike whenever someone blames themself for a cruel trick being played upon them. It was not your place to have to know better : it was theirs not to show you such cruelty in the first place."

Her attention remains turned downward, to where she replaces the wrappings on Thrungva's grip. After years of allowing all pieces of her warrior past to fall into memory, the poor sword was finally receiving the attention it deserved. Eyes never once lifting, she feels a smile hinting across her expression, "Now. What is it you plan to do, now that you do know better?"

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#❮ dragetunge / hiccup haddock ❯ ━━ ❝ you just gestured to all of me .#❮ freya / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ you are right to distrust the word of a god .#/ timeline fuzzy ;w; but i love the idea of her encouraging hiccup to be chaotic #/ i imagine she's aware of his half-vanir heritage so she's gonna be a bit softer on him than she might others #/ also he got ~royally fucked over~ by the aesir too so like... buds.

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afactaday · 7 months

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#aFactADay2023

#1036: Harry the Haddock is the mascot of Grimsby Town F.C., and you can buy an inflatable metre-long one for only £10. Harry's close friend, Harriet the Haddock, is a mural in Grimsby, who swims on Town Hall Street and "guards" the Viking shipwreck of Grim the Viking, protecting the local heritage of the fishing trade. or maybe she's come to see the footy.

link: marine murals on Humberside

it's a really cool mural imo, with colours and style inspired by Oaxacan street art

#afactaday #aFactADay2023 #fact of the day #fotd1036 #this post was auto-posted by flanbot

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rabbitcruiser · 9 months

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Downtown Vancouver (No. 6)

The Dominion Building (originally Dominion Trust Building) is a commercial building in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Located on the edge of Gastown (207 West Hastings St), it was Vancouver's first steel-framed high-rise. At 53 m (175 ft), the thirteen-storey, Second Empire style building was the tallest commercial building in the British Empire upon its completion in 1910. Its architect was John S. Helyer, who is said to have died after falling off the staircase in the front of the building, though this is an urban legend.

The financiers of the structure was the Count Alvo von Alvensleben from Germany, who were active in Vancouver's financial scene at the time. It was known generally that von Alvensleben was inr of the Kaiser's goddons. It was held at the time that he was a front for the Kaiser's money, which carried the suggestion that the Empire's tallest building had been built by its greatest rival.

Today it is a provincially designated Class "A" heritage structure.

Owned by Newton Investments Limited, it was restored by restoration expert Read Jones Christofferson. The building's current tenants include a film production company (Haddock), a law firm, clothing designers, record labels, antiquarian booksellers, Kokoro Dance, professional web developers, marketing agency, Bowery Creative, the office of the Green Party of Vancouver, a dentist, non-profit organizations such as Living Oceans Society and Fair Trade Vancouver and a Lebanese restaurant, Nuba.

Source: Wikipedia

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buffaloareafishfrygal · 1 year

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March 24, 2023

The Blarney Castle

1856 South Park Avenue

Buffalo, NY 14220

Look what I found. A tiny fish fry gem in south Buffalo! We arrived around 5pm. Tiny parking lot that is tricky to navigate or street parking. There we only 9 tables in their back room but we were sat immediately. On a Friday in lent???? Unheard of! A steady stream of regulars filled in the tables but for the most part this place seems to be a secret. Perhaps because it doesn’t look like much from the outside or it’s warn down old interior. It’s a quintessential south Buffalo dive bar and of course, they only take cash. We were stared at a bit when we walked through the bar. It was obvious we were newcomers! We were seated by our waitress, Becky. She was kind, down to earth, and did an excellent job serving us. Now let’s talk about the star of the show! A fish fry dinner with no weakness. (9) Fresh rye bread with butter. Crispy straight cut fries(8), and a fantastic holy trinity. All home made! Nothing unique in the potato (10) or mac salad(9). But delicious! Just like your grandma used to make. Cole slaw had a slight kick finish which was great(10). Really well done, if you are looking for standard sides that are delicious. Lots of fish options, all are skin on haddock. Lots of broiled flavors and breaded as well. Of course I went with the beer battered. Crust was light and crispy. Just the right amount of batter. The fish was flavorful and super moist. A real treat! The tartar was in a squeeze bottle at the table, but did not disappoint!(9) Overall, I give it a 9.5. They could improve on the size of the fish but no complaints from me, since the price was SUPER CHEAP! $13.95 for a full fish fry is unheard of in this day and age! Normal selection of beer but if you are in this land of shamrocks, and Irish heritage of course Guinness is on tap. They were doing a pretty decent take out business and I was pleased to see they were going out in cardboard boxes. If it’s March, and you find your self in south Buffalo, give the Blarney Castle a try!

#fishfry #fishfrygal #southbuffalo #haddock #holy trinity #Irish pub #fishfry gal

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foodmeal · 1 year

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#Bangersandmash #Blackpudding #Britishfood #Comfortfood #Cornishpasty #Culinaryheritage #Etonmess #Festivalsandcelebrations.#Fishandchips #Foodculture #Heartymeals #On-the-gosnacks #Regionalcuisine #RoastbeefandYorkshirepudding #Shepherd'spie #Summerdesserts #Traditionaldishes #UKcuisine

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bryonyashaw · 1 year

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📌 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗱𝗶 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁

This is a vibrant mural depicting what Grimsby once looked like as part of the Paint the Town Proud project by Creative Start Arts.

Needhams Butchers - the family business on Garibaldi Street which allowed its outside walls to be painted with the mural

Back in August, a huge mural of a colourful haddock was painted on the side of a building in Town Hall Square to honour Grimsby's fishing heritage - also as part of the Paint the Town Proud project.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 ‘𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙’ 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡, 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙗𝙮.

𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨-𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮-𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙞.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙆𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙆"

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘴://𝘸𝘸𝘸.𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥.𝘤𝘰𝘮/𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵-𝘶𝘴

🗺Alongside the murals will be a digital trail of the locations with built in storytelling & a soundscape to take audiences on a journey virtually into the history of the town & its people.

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mitchamsocialuser · 2 years

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Food and Drink in Australia

Food and drink in Australia is delicious! From the famous Fish and Chips to the cheese and bacon roll, you will never run out of tasty food and drink options. Whether you’re a foodie or not, you’re sure to enjoy the Australian fare. Here are some of the best places to try some of the best local dishes.

Fish and chips

A common food and drink in Australia is fish and chips. Cod is the most popular fish, but there are other varieties, including haddock and flounder. If you can’t find cod, other white meat fish are an excellent substitute. The best places to enjoy fish and chips are near the sea.

Pea and ham soup

Pea and ham soup is one of the most popular dishes in Australia. It is a hearty, nutritious meal that is often enjoyed by everyone. The soup contains peas, ham and smoked ham hock. It is a great way to use up leftover ham.

Cheese and bacon roll

The cheese and bacon roll is a traditional snack popular in Australia. Made with a simple dough, it is delicious and savory. It can be eaten as a snack or a breakfast. It can be prepared with any type of cheese and bacon. You can use full-fat or low-fat cheese, and the rolls can be eaten warm or cold.

Pavlova

Pavlova is a traditional Australian dessert, made of a meringue-like substance and topped with fruit and cream. The dessert is associated with summer celebrations, and is a delicious and refreshing treat. Many Australians believe it is an Australian creation. New Zealanders, too, feel the same way about the sweet treat.

Golden Gaytime

Golden Gaytime, an iconic Australian ice cream, is launching a plant-based version in Australia this summer. After years of lobbying, this plant-based version will feature the iconic biscuit coating and toffee-flavoured creamy centre. The new version will be available in selected stores from late April.

Pea pies

Peas are grown quickly in Australia, and when they are picked early they tend to lose their sweetness. As a result, peas are often snapped up and frozen right away. This method ensures that the peas stay fresh for much longer than when they are podded. Frozen peas also have better nutritional value than their podded counterparts. They are high in fibre and vitamins A, K, C, folate, and iron, and are an excellent source of plant-based protein.

Pea floaters

A pie floater is a South Australian dish made from a meat pie placed upside down in pea soup and topped with a tomato sauce. It is a popular meal that has captured the imagination of generations of South Australians, and has even gained heritage icon status with the National Trust. In spite of its popularity, however, there are some people who scoff at the idea. Those who are opposed to the dish include the former New South Welshman Nathan Stitt.

Golden Gaytime is a vanilla-flavored ice cream

Golden Gaytime ice cream is a beloved Australian snack. It’s a classic vanilla and toffee ice cream. This Australian-made ice cream is now available in bite-sized pieces. This new version of the popular Australian treat comes in a resealable bag, with 16 bite-sized pieces per package. It’s great for sharing, and it’s made with the same premium vanilla and toffee flavors you’ve come to love.

#food and drink #mitcham

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driversourcetx · 2 years

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kingofthewilderwest · 7 years

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w-what... please tell the story of the pasture on fire?

Ah yes. The pasture on fire. One of my favorite family stories outside of the horse being brought in for elementary show-and-tell and getting stuck in the second story of the school house because guess what horses don’t go down stairs.

I’m not a great storyteller and it’s more funny when you group it together in this terrifyingly long list of all the other ridiculous shenanigans that happened on the farm, but…

My father is one of six siblings… four boys and two girls… and he grew up on the smallest farm in a small

Warren was brilliant. Everyone in the family is, honestly, but Warren was the person that extremely intelligent people called “smart”. He’d take apart tractor engines at a young age, figure out how they worked, all that stuff. He’d also do some more novel experiments.

Like.

Uh.

Decide to build a homemade bomb.

Because that’s a smart idea.

And because all the other boys in that family had the same amount of Common Sense as Warren did… they decided that was a smart idea and decided to go along with the plan!

I’m not sure how it all happened. On one side, my father claims the bomb failed. Didn’t go off as it was expected to. That’s a good thing, given as blowing up a bomb in a pasture full of long, flammable grass probably would have caused a lot of……. havoc.

But on the other side, apparently the bomb was successful enough to… yes… catch fire to said long, flammable grass.

And suddenly we have four boys without any adult supervision at all rushing to put out the flames.

I’m sure they were rather proud of themselves when they got the job done. I think it didn’t spread that much before they doused the flames. But of course you still have… you know… blackened earth and all that EVIDENCE in the middle of the pasture.

They blamed it on lightning.

Because it definitely looked like lightning (no it did not).

Still, for years the boys thought they had successfully covered up the story. But what the boys thought they covered up, they never exactly covered up. Deceit wasn’t their strong point, apparently. Like another time time David tipped over the tractor (actually, he did it twice), and they thought they got away with that, but their mother found out because the boys had the sense of mind to TAKE THE FAMILY CAMERA AND TAKE PHOTOS OF THEM STANDING ON TOP OF IT.

So many years later, after the pasture had successfully been doused of flames and had since regrown its natural grass, they were talking about all the good times they had as kids. They mentioned the pasture catching on fire… then looked over to their father… and he just laughed and was like, “I sort of figured it wasn’t lightning.”

So yeah.

Caught the pasture on fire. Got a horse stuck in a school house. Knocked over the tractor. One brother punched another brother through a window once, too (apparently getting hit in the head with a football is a big enough offense for that). Brother shot my dad’s nose with a BB gun. Other firearms incidences. Nearly losing fingers to woodcarving tools. You name it.

Frankly I have no idea how they all survived into adulthood.

#non-dragons #blabbing Haddock #firearms mention #long post #my life #ask #ask me #frosty-viking #I don't think Lance would have THIS many shenanigans #....................I hope #yeah rich rural family heritage on both sides #we still have my dad's family farm in the family!!!#two of my uncles bought the land and built houses there #and on my mom's side of the family her father even did competitive bull riding #ahhhhh rural life

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mandaloriandragontrainer · 2 years

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The Nine Realms is literally exactly like a modern AU I would’ve written as a HTTYD-obsessed 16-year-old, right down to the homeschooling and implied Haddock family heritage.

#is this a compliment or an insult? you decide #lead would’ve been a girl though #how to train your dragon #dragons: the nine realms #tom kullersen #jun wong #d’angelo baker #alexandra gonzales #mando ramblo

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valhallanrose · 3 years

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Rosinmoor, Kintyre, and the Canonachs

More brainworms means more lore! This time, talking about my headcanons for Astoria’s homeland, Rosinmoor, and the family estate of Castle Kintyre currently held by the Canonachs.

Specifically: this area marked below, here. The outlined section is approximately Rosinmoor, the star in particular is for Castle Kintyre.

Rosinmoor is cold. This area of the map is marked as tundra according to the artbook, and I 100% believe that. The people speak Moorian, and they call themselves collectively the Rosen (rah-zen).

The nation is inspired by both Scotland and Ireland, which I have a special fondness for as both are a very large portion of my heritage if not all of it. I’ll go ahead and put the rest of my stuff below the cut for the sake of your dash, but I’ll start with landscape images in general, and then I’ll move into Castle Kintyre.

Some Rosinmoor landscapes:

Rosinmoor is very hilly, grassy, full of life - even though it’s cold, what grows there is hardy.

It’s governed in the clan system - each clan leading a portion of Rosinmoor, which I will map out again below so you can see the rough approximations of territory:

The seven major clans - Canonach among them - each appoint a leader to represent them in all clan affairs. This is their Baron/Baroness/Baronet (title dependent on preference, but all with the same weight), and when the clans convene, they rotate through the estates of the leaders to share the burden of hosting and travel among them.

Castle Kintyre, or the Kintyre Estate, is inspired by the pictures below.

Castle Kintyre is situated on the Cliffs of Balgaire, and has stood there for about two centuries by the present point in the canon. A blip, to be sure, but it has no less left its mark on the coastline. To the south, it watches over the Frozen Sea, to the east, the Strait of Seals, and between the water and the castle stands the village of Rosafearn.

Rosafearn is directly under the leadership of Clan Canonach, the current seat of Castle Kintyre, and boasts a bustling and quite literally colorful port to boot.

Despite being the furthest port south on the Strait of Seals, Rosafearn is usually booming, as its location on the coastline allows for prolific fish exports and trade. Trout, salmon, cod, eel, haddock, bass...not the most exotic creatures, sure, but odds are you won’t find one that tastes better than you would in Rosafearn.

Currently, Rosafearn is governed by Baroness Senga Canonach - which brings us back to Castle Kintyre.

Castle Kintyre has stood longer than the clan province. Most of the territory was won by Balgaire I, the father of Balgaire II, and would only become the seat of the clan’s rule when Balgaire II moved there after the death of his first partner with their daughter, Sorcha Canonach.

When Sorcha was about six years old, her father met Saoirse Canonach, who raised the child as their own despite never marrying their father or having their own children. This is largely why Saoirse is recorded as Balgaire II’s partner and Sorcha’s parent rather than step-parent, and why the Canonachs carry on Saoirse’s name.

Saoirse and Balgaire governed Kintyre and associated villages until Balgaire’s death in his eighties, and Sorcha was passed the Barony by Saoirse.

Sorcha and her husband, Aonghus himbo extraordinaire, shared the Barony, with Sorcha as Baroness and Aonghus as Baron Consort. They reigned together until Sorcha stepped down at 95, and both she and her husband relinquished power to their five children.

Their children - encompassing Ualan, Malvina, Griselda, Monroe, and Myrna Catriona - immediately hit a road bump. Initially, they expected Ualan to take the title as the oldest, but he chose to abdicate. Malvina, the next eldest, would then take up the Barony and lead clan Canonach for the next few decades, until Malvina became ill and chose to step down at 64.

Malvina had no children, so instead, the Barony was offered to Grace, Ualan’s daughter - who then abdicated, quickly followed by her sibling, Quinn. At 44 and 41 respectively at the time, they had spent nearly half their lives without the title, and had no plans to change things for their already established families.

In ideal circumstances, the Barony would then pass to Astor, but since he had passed at this point in time, the Barony was offered to Senga Canonach.

Despite there being three children who had by then reached age 30, Senga was the eldest of the three, and thus, accepted the title of Baroness Kintyre. At this time, her child, Catriona Astoria Elspeth Canonach-Fenharrow, was eleven years old.

This brings us to the present day, twenty years later. Astoria, as the oldest of the current generation, is slated to take their mother’s title and become Baronet of Kintyre, but they have no attachment to the title. However, the relationship is a bit complex. Astoria plans to abdicate once Senga steps down, and the Barony will pass to their eldest cousin, Sachairi Canonach, who has been spending more and more of his adult life preparing for this with the knowledge of his cousin’s feelings.

(Generational breakdown below, ordered from oldest to youngest)

Balgaire II, Saoirse

Sorcha, Aonghus

Ualan, Malvina, Griselda, Monroe, Myrna Catriona

Grace, Quinn, Astor, Senga, Flora, Fiona, Bridget

Catriona (Astoria), Sachiri, Leana, Erskine, Malcolm, Anella

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#astoria fenharrow #more shit nobody asked for lmao #it's for my own ref mainly so #i'm not sorry #worldbuilding

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fictionalnormalcy · 3 years

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TBWASN Ch. 15

The Boy with a Strange Name

Rating: Mature (Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Fandoms: Fusion of the How to Train Your Dragon books and animated franchise

Additional Tags: jaded protagonist, modern day AU, moving somewhere new, fitting in, making friends, additional DreamWorks characters, back to hometown

Summary: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III has lived nearly seventeen years of life. In the span of those years, he’s moved twelve times. Five of those years his mother was alive. Then a tragic accident left Hiccup in the sole care of his father, Stoick Haddock. Berk was where he had been born. That much he knew. Over every, single, move his father put him through, it wasn’t until he reached sixteen years old that Berk was the city in which the father finally decided to plant roots. At least, that was what he claimed. After years of being victimized at each school he attended, Hiccup was determined to keep a low profile at Berk High. His past is intent on preying upon him, deciding that Berk was perfect place to come back into the light. However, like all good things that came to him, there was always something to drag him back down into the pit of despair. A dormant secret, tied into his family history, was ultimately brought into the light when Hiccup settles on Berk. A secret tied with guilt and tears, and it all goes downhill from there. He discovered what his father truly did those long stretch of years, and finds he has a gift that had been nonexistent for centuries.

Ch. 15: Haddocks and Hensleys

Talk about a truly unexpected guest. He would have preferred Astrid Hofferson showing up at his doorstep. Not the mayor of all of freaking Berk. At least he knew Astrid. The mayor, Mayor Hensley, was all but a stranger to him. Hiccup's hand reached into one of the cupboards and extracted a mug that he had hand-painted. He'd managed to paint the entire length of a Monstrous Nightmare, coiled around the mug. He poured in a large portion. Then he shifted to the side, extracting a small tray to place the cream and sugar. He was about to exit the kitchen, when something else occurred to him. The toast. Would the mayor want something to eat as well?

There was no harm in asking. He placed the mug almost filled to the brim with dark coffee on the tray, and took careful steps down the hallway into the living room.

"Dad, could you shift the table please?"

"Right."

He turned to their guest. "Sir, would you like anything to eat with this? We have white bread, sweet bread, banana and blueberry muffins, I think we also have some chocolate chip cookies."

"This is fine, thank you."

Hiccup couldn't believe how similar the mayor looked to his father. Granted, his father looked a tad older. He recognized the bright red hair. Less gray streaks then his own father, though he would never say it aloud. While his father had gray-green eyes, the mayor had sky blue eyes that gleamed in the dim light of the living room. If he had seen the mayor correctly upon his entrance, he was just a few inches short of Stoick. Yet they both had thick torsos and toned muscles. His father had a few braids tucked into the thick flaming red facial hair, so it reached just to the end of his neck.

Mayor Hensley, to embrace a professional appearance, had the beard trimmed so it didn't dangle off his round jaw. He wore a black suit with a navy blue dress shirt and a black tie with a gray diagonal stripe. He stirred the cream into the coffee, neglecting the sugar on the tray. After he had finished he looked up at Hiccup, eyeing him in a scrutinizing manner. Hiccup had to mentally tell himself that he had never met this man before, he was here to see his father, not him.

"Sorry for the mess Mr. Hensley. We decided to refurnish most of the rooms in the house so the living room has been functioning as a temporary storage unit." Stoick smiled.

Hiccup shifted to stand by his father. They didn't exactly own any fold-out chairs and he didn't want to make a show of trying to extract a chair from the pile.

"You're back on Berk." The man answered in a swift voice.

Not meant to be critical, only an observation. Based on the way the mayor watched his father, Hiccup could guess it. These two had history. Then he remembered a faint mention made by his father about five years ago. Hiccup had asked why they couldn't go to Berk for Snoggletog, and Stoick had steered off the question. Saying that the Haddocks and the Hensleys had been battling for the position of mayor for centuries. He apparently had a lot of ancestors who had been mayor, and prior to that, chief. Even mentioning that there was a chance that the Hensleys and Haddocks were distantly related.

Although, that would involve a lengthy investigation of the archives on Berk. Which needn't be said, that Hiccup was not willing to do. It didn't matter if somehow this man was his uncle a million times removed.

"We just came in the last week."

"It's been a while Stoick. Last time I saw you you'd come to visit City Hall with Gobber. You haven't been back to our little island in years. Your son should get to see the origin of his heritage."

"We've had other circumstances that prevented us from making any visits." His father said briskly.

A flicker of anger zapped through his head. Hiccup knew, his father had been trying to avoid coming at all. It was why he was surprised when his father had woken him up at six in the morning one fateful day, telling him they would be moving to Berk in the upcoming months, with no set date as to when they would be returning to his town of birth. Even more when he had been told that Berk would be their permanent stay. He still wanted to know desperately, why? Why now? They had been on Meathead for a little over two years, Hiccup was starting to think his father had actually grown comfortable with the bustling, busy city.

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scotianostra · 4 years

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On 16th July 1832 tragedy struck when 31 Shetland "sixerns", the traditional fishing craft of Shetland and a total of 105 crewmen were lost in a storm.

There were between 300 and 500 sixareens or sixerns in Shetland. The Haaf fishing proved to be a hard life for these boats and they only tended to last 5 or 6 years. When they finished their lives as a fishing vessel some ended up being used as a flit boat for moving livestock, peats and other goods between islands or from ship to shore. The sixareens may eventually have ended up as the roof of shed or outbuilding. Nothing was ever wasted in Shetland, especially if it was wooden!

The men would travel up between 20 and 40 miles offshore. As the men were dealing with a prevailing wind, they could usually only sail in one direction. They were always happier if they could row out with a relatively light boat and sail back with a heavy load of fish!

When they reached the fishing grounds, the fishermen would barely be in sight of the highest hills in Shetland. They would have sea all around them.

Haaf fishing was very dangerous due to the unpredictable nature of the weather far out at sea. However, when you look at the numbers of men that fished and the length of time that they fished for, the actual disasters are relatively few. On 16 July 1832 31 Shetland "sixareens" and a total of 105 crewmen were lost in a storm. The event is still remembered as "The Bad Day". A London Distress Fund was set up and raised the sum of £3000. The money was raised for the dependants of the crofter-fishermen lost. The crew of one boat in 1832, did manage a lucky escape from the storm as they were picked up by a passing American sloop. However, the Captain of the American vessel refused to alter his course to Philadelphia and so, despite passing close to Orkney, the survivors had to cross the Atlantic and endure a further six months away from home before returning.

During another storm on 20th July 1881, hurricane force winds caught the fishermen by surprise. The boats that tried to come home were mostly capsized or swamped, but those that stayed at their lines for the most part survived. In all ten boats foundered and 58 Haaf fishermen lost their lives. They left behind 34 widows and 85 orphans. Six of these boats and 36 of the men were from the fishing station at Gloup in North Yell. It was a tragic loss for a small community.

On the morning of 21st December 1900, boats from Firth, Mossbank and Toft set off for the winter haddock fishing. They were some 32 kilometres (20 miles) away, between the Horse of Burravpoe and Da Snap, when they were caught in a sudden and severe gale from the north-west.Many were lost during the storm which came on in the space of five minutes. The fleet were scattered. One made it to Whalsay, Skerries and Lunning but the rest were lost.

22 men were drowned, leaving 15 widows (5 of whom were pregnant), and 51 children. Firth was hit the hardest. Many of the men were great fishermen and the disaster devastated the Delting fishing industry, which never recovered. The women continued to work the crofts. Children grew up and moved away, leading to a rapid decline in population.

The plight of the families left destitute led to a lot of publicity in local and national press. The Delting Disaster Fund was set up to help those affected and it was one of Queen Victoria’s last public acts to appeal for support

These major fishing disasters signalled the beginning of the end for Haaf fishing. The herring fishery in the 1880s and the Crofter’s Act of 1886, which put an end to the truck system, were two more nails in its coffin.

Larger safer boats were introduced and undecked sixareens were replaced by fully decked smacks. Fishermen could finally install a few home comforts. However, when the steam trawler was introduced, longlining in large sailing boats couldn’t compete economically. Haaf fishing stopped quite quickly at this point.

There are few sixareens left in Shetland, a couple of replicas and bits and pieces lying around here and there. At the Shetland Museum and Archives there’s a replica sixareen called the Vaila Mae. She sails regularly in Lerwick Harbour and you can even get a trip on her during Shetland Boat Week!

One of the only surviving sixareens from the past can be seen in the Shetland Museum. She was built as the Foula mail boat, which fished for a little while and then ended up as a flit boat for shifting peats. She didn’t spend much of her life as a fishing sixareen.

You can find memorials all over Shetland to those lost at sea not just for the tragedies I have mentioned today but all in general, the Shetland way of life having strong heritage links with the sea that surrounds it.

#Scotland #scottish #Shetland #fishing disaster #History

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ao3feed-hijack · 4 years

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White Scales

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by Toffyy, toopliss_chewtoy_roleplays (toopliss_chewtoy)

Hiccup never thought he'd be a knight, thanks to his unsetteling dragonborn heritage. Jack never thought he'd be sent far away by his own father. And neither thought the unlikely childhood friendship between a crown prince and a dragonborn would have another chance to bloom after more than a decade apart. However, the clock is ticking, and they are going to need each other more than ever.

-------------------- Roleplay with Toffyy converted into fic-format.

Words: 3196, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Stoick the Vast, Nicholas St. North, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Snotlout Jorgenson, Tuffnut Thorston, Ruffnut Thorston, E. Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Original Characters, Nightlight (Guardians of Childhood), Gothel (Disney), Gothi (How to Train Your Dragon), Maui (Disney), Tala (Disney)

Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)

Additional Tags: High Fantasy, smut-chapters will be marked and have specific tags in description, Alternate Universe, Dragon!hiccup, Half-Elf!Jack, Jack has magic, Hiccup has dragon features but is mostly human, Converted Roleplay, Original Characters because our cast is so ungodly large, Fluff, longfic, Smut, Quenya

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#hijack #frostcup #hijack fanfiction #ao3feed #frostcup fanfiction

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