Some incorrect fianna quotes made with the Perchance Incorrect Quotes Generator:

Caoilte: Oisín learned how to fold origami penguins from Diarmuid the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Fionn: Goll is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

Fionn: I told Conán that his ears turn red when he lie.

Diarmuid: Does he though?

Fionn: No.

Diarmuid: Then why did you tell him that?

Fionn: Because I can do this.

Fionn: Hey Conán! Do you love us?

Conán, with his hands over his ears: No.

Caoilte: I won a new phone in a race.

Oisín: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Caoilte?

Caoilte: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Fionn: You saved me! Why?

Goll: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Caoilte: I love you.

Fionn: How many people have you said that to?

Caoilte: Everyone.

Fionn: What?

Caoilte: I told everyone that I love you.

love drawing my characters on top of pictures i dont even have to make an effort. i made him blonde again im so sorry

after years of only seeing the same handful of medieval irish names in common usage, i finally know a caoilte! well, 'know' is a strong word. he's a baby and i have not met him. but i know his parents

Oisin and Caoilte, after telling St Patrick all the stories about how wonderful Finn and the Fian were: "well, yeah we were great, and now everyone else is dead. At least we'll get to see them all in heaven though, right?"

St Patrick:

Idk what was going on with Fionn mac Cumhail nd Caoilte but I don’t think it was straight

"The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away."

W.B. Yeats "The Hosting of the Sidhe"

Art by John Duncan "The Riders of the Sidhe" (1911)

The Hosting of the Sidhe

The host is riding from Knocknarea

And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;

Caoilte tossing his burning hair,

And Niamh calling Away, come away:

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,

Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,

Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,

Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;

And if any gaze on our rushing band,

We come between him and the deed of his hand,

We come between him and the hope of his heart.

The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day,

And where is there hope or deed as fair?

Caoilte tossing his burning hair,

And Niamh calling Away, come away.

W.B. Yeats

Episode 102 - Caoilte's Fast: Candlelit Tales Livestream Irish Storytell...

irish forenames + brythonic deities

Abandán Abelix Aeris Aerius Affra Affraig Agaid Agaidh Agailín Agaisne Aibhin Aibhín Ailib Ailim Ailinn Ailt Ailtigh Ailís Ain Ainn Aisne Aiste Aith Ala Ambis Amhán Amhón Andinus Andriú Andán Anmcha Anmchar Ann Antina Antucar Aodhal Aodhna Aodhnat Aodhóg Aoibhín Aoibéar Aoileán Aoilir Aoimh Aoin Aonius Ara Arabus Aran Ard Arduinn Arn Arnán Artach Athan Aufanis Aveen Bair Bairín Baothy Bari Barinn Barios Barr Beach Bear Beara Bearg Bearna Beinian Belata Belix Bello Bellos Blang Blann Blin Bláthne Bor Brania Braniel Brann Branya Bre Breadh Breall Breann Breanna Brial Briall Brianna Brianus Brighe Brónán Brós Buadh Buadha Buadhbh Buadhg Buadhán Bébhin Cach Caileán Cailín Cainm Cairinn Cait Caith Calbhac Camna Cania Caniae Caoife Caoilib Caoilt Caoilís Caoir Caoirse Caoisín Carus Cathbh Ceal Cealbhe Ceall Cealla Cear Cernach Cernair Cernus Chainm Ciam Cianos Cianus Ciarla Cicolm Cill Cilliam Cinn Cinne Cionn Cionnus Ciothy Clio Cliodh Cloda Cobhar Coilt Coilís Coin Coine Coir Coire Coireal Coirles Colluim Colluis Colmór Coluim Comhán Comás Cona Conaos Conche Conchín Condar Conghus Conna Conne Contres Cosnadh Crion Crios Cuim Cárthal Cárthan Cúmhac Cúmhala Cúmhe Dabh Dabhal Dain Dairre Damas Damhaid Damhón Damon Danian Danis Dartach Dartúr Dear Deargus Dearnán Deas Declang Declann Dens Dian Dianos Diarah Diarán Domhán Donntán Dubh Dubhrás Dubhárd Dáith Déagóir Dúnla Dúnlan Each Eacht Eachtan Eamhlas Eamhán Earchan Easán Eig Eiléis Eimeall Eirdre Eire Eireach Eirean Eireann Eith Eoire Fach Faoimhe Faoin Fear Feidh Fiadh Fiadha Fing Fintann Fintara Fion Fiona Fionnus Fith Flainm Flang Fodhna Fodhnat Froine Fáil Fáilbha Fáilín Féiliam Féthna Féthne Fíneach Fíonaos Geilín Glait Glaith Gormac Gormait Gran Granial Granice Greacht Gráinn Gréadna Gréan Honnla Huetios Iarnán Inthus Iodagh Iri Iris Labh Labhach Lach Lang Laodh Laodhag Laoife Laoisín Las Lasal Lata Launus Liamhán Lianus Locha Lochla Lora Lubh Lughal Maelean Maid Maire Mairre Mairín Mait Mala Maodhac Maoigh Maoisín Maolm Maolmán Maolmór Maolán Mathach Mathal Mathall Meabhóg Meall Meaveta Meibhe Meibhin Meidh Miodh Miodhóg Mios Muadh Muire Muiri Muirian Muirnín Mulus Míche Naodhóg Neach Neacán Neris Nia Niae Nial Nianos Nóir Nóirí Odh Odha Odhlait Odhri Odhrás Oilín Oir Oirles Oirse Oscarr Oscarra Oscarus Peadhbh Proin Riainna Rian Rianos Ris Ristéar Roborvo Roibear Roibhin Roibhín Roinn Ruadh Ruadhal Ruadhbh Ruadhg Ruaid Ruairín Ruaith Ruarios Rudian Rudiann Rudiara Ruibhin Ráin Réad Réamon Réan Ríoghal Ríonait Ríosa Rón Sadh Sadha Saerius Saoin Sara Seach Seoin Seárd Siagh Sio Siobóid Sláin Smer Sorcán Stín Sucius Séad Séamann Séannán Séanán Tadh Tadha Tadhán Taic Tara Tarace Teris Terius Tiarán Tiernus Tigh Tighdín Tios Toirdre Tomán Tornan Trebis Tres Tridh Trios Uaith Uala Ualach Uill Veta Veteric Vinde Vitiú Vosegus Ágasta Ágaste Áilbha Áilbhal Áilín Áin Árd Éabh Éad Éamarus Éan Éibhin Éimh Éimhe Éire Órlas

💐👀🥺

i diagnose you with the hosting of the sidhe by w.b. yeats

the host is riding from knocknarea and over the grave of clooth-na-bare; caoilte tossing his burning hair and niamh calling away, come away empty your heart of its mortal dream the winds awaken, the leaves whirl round our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, our arms are waving, our lips are apart; and if any gaze on our rushing band, we come between him and the deed of his hand, we come between him and the hope of his heart. the host is rushing, 'twixt night and day, and where is there hope or deed as fair? caoilte tossing his golden hair and niamh calling away, come away

(mutuals send me a 💐 and i’ll give you a poem that i think matches your vibe)

“The Hosting of the Sidhe” by W. B. Yeats

The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away.

When you have a unique name it can often be hard to find things with your name on them- I had this problem throughout my childhood- I love being able to personalise our items for everyone! #gaelic #gaelicnames #uniquenames #uniquenameproblems #caoilte #iloveirishnames #fredandbo

The Hosting of the Sidhe

The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away. 

- in The Wind Among the Reeds, W. B. Yeats, 1899. 

"IF thou be my mother and thou a deer, Arise ere the sun arises on thee. If thou be my mother and thou a deer, Travel the hills ere the heat of the hunt. If thou be my mother and thou a deer, Beware thou the men of the Feinne. If thou be my mother and thou a deer, Beware thou the hounds of the Feinne. If thou shouldst go to hurtful corries, Beware thou the deeds of the hounds, Hounds of uproar and hounds of rage, And they in battle-fury before thee. Avoid 'Caoilte,' avoid 'Luath, Avoid black 'Bruchag' of the banks, Avoid the bitch of the black tail, 'Bran' son of 'Buidheag,' foe of deer, And little 'Geolaidh' keen of stags. Shouldst thou go to low glens, Beware thou of the 'Baoisge' Clan, The 'Baoisge' Clan and their hounds, Twelve hundred of numbered men, His own blade in each hero's hand, His own hound after each man, And they on the thong of 'Lide' son of 'Liannan,' And a little manikin in shade of a rock, While twelve dogs he has on leash, And he fears the hunt will not come to him. Shouldst thou go to the great bens, Beware thou of the 'Morni' Clan, The 'Morni' Clan and their hounds, Twelve hundred of numbered men, His own blade in each hero's hand. Shouldst thou go to the high bens, Beware thou of the 'Gaisge' Clan, The 'Gaisge' Clan and their hounds, Twelve hundred of numbered men, His own blade in each hero's hand. Shouldst thou go to the haze-land forest, Beware thou of the 'Frithir' Clan, The 'Frithir' Clan and their hounds, Twelve hundred of numbered men, His own blade in each hero's hand."

“‘Sanas Oisein d’ a Mhathair (Ossian’s Warning to His Mother)” from the Carmina Gadelica, Volume 2, by Alexander Carmicheal

The lovely @beardedboggan tagged me with this get to know you thingy. Thanks dearie!

Rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Handfasted the old man in 2002 and have been together since 2001. 

Favorite color: I am going to cheat and say rainbows. 

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick 

Last song I listened to: Come to the Sabbat by Black Widow

Last movie I watched: The Secret of Roan Inish

Top three tv shows: Cheating again. Game of Thrones is probably my favourite as an adult. As a kid, there were some awesome shows on like Thundercats, Fables of the Green Forest, The Littlest Hobo, Pingu, and Barbapapa. 

Top three characters: I guess I am just going to continue the cheating trend. Nanny Ogg & Granny Weatherwax from Discworld, Sam & Smeagol/Gollum from LoTR, Once a Day from Engine Summer.

Top three bands: Can’t do top three, but three staples are Tool, Wardruna and Horse Feathers.

Books I’m currently reading: Re-reading Village Witch by Cassandra Latham and having a first time go at Celtic Curses by Bernard Mees.

Tags {I have randomly chosen the last nine people who either liked or reblogged a post of mine who hasn’t been tagged by me, or to the best of my memory hasn’t been. Of course there is no pressure to participate}: @bywandandsword @caoilte-with-his-burning-hair @laarue @thealtarofdelirium @wildflower-honey @fivestrings-attached @wickedlittlecritta @iseesigils @batter-official