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croziers-compass · 7 months
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I am always deeply in love with a man that loves to run experiments.
"A year later, in September 1839, Ross took command of HMS Terror and Erebus and commenced a four-year expedition to the Antarctic. Ross and Terror's captain, Francis Crozier, performed magnetic experiments as they sailed down the Atlantic and across the Indian Ocean, setting up magnetic observatories at St Helena, Cape Town and Hobart. These would, initially, be sites of scientific activity quite distinct from existing colonial astronomical observatories but, within a few years, the Cape's magnetic and astronomical observatories would merge together into a single research institution. Although disappointed to find that the South Magnetic Pole was far inland, Ross went on to determine its approximate location in 1841 and returned to Britain in 1843 with a wealth of magnetic data."
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ninyard · 2 months
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niche hc but when Neil is having a Learn Every Language In The World day, he’s just being annoying with Andrew and going through every European language and stopping to google a few phrases before moving on. Eventually he gets to Ireland and Kevin’s not really paying any attention to him until Neil says a word like ‘thank you’ or ‘goodbye’ and he freezes up in the corner of the room.
Andrew notices straight away obviously and stops Neil but then Kevin just starts to cry.
When Kevin’s mother was alive she would call him pet names in Irish, and use some Irish words sporadically here and there when she was speaking, like most Irish people do, and he hasn’t heard anyone speaking Irish since she passed away. Thank you is one of those phrases that a lot of Irish people use day to day just to keep the language alive, and it was always one of those things she made him say as a younger kid to help her feel close to home.
Nobody really knows what to do, and he’s not sure whether he’s happy or sad or both or neither, but just hearing the language out loud causes such a visceral reaction for him that he can’t help it. It’s the first time in a while he’s caught himself thinking, I miss my mom.
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death-by-mercury · 5 months
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𝖦𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖧𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 1972 𝖱𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖦𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋
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potsiefaerie · 1 month
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Airport and home again today... Spent a lovely weekend with @androsthechill (hope it was a good birthday weekend, a chuisle) and got to meet @endreal in person!
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Bono, stolen from @kellydrew on insta.
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sovamurka · 1 year
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*slowly adds ‘read Balor/Yana fics on AO3 since I somehow forgot their tag existed there’ to my to-do list*
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rhea-florent · 2 years
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RHEA FLORENT & OMER FLORENT — Moodboard / @wcrdsarewind
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clarenecessities · 1 year
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12/6/2022
I feel like bragging about my delicious O-negative blood at every opportunity had some karmic backlash bc it turns out if your cat needs a blood transfusion it has to be “feline” or he’ll be “basically poisoned”
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demigoddessqueens · 11 months
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nicknames
So while Miguel is canonically Mexican-Irish (per the comics on his dad’s parents’ side but we don’t respect his dad in this house) but I’d like to imagine he’d mix Irish-Gaelic in with the Spanish when he has nicknames 💕 for you, like with a few of these
Mo Anam Cara - "soul friend", “My Soul Mate” or “My Soul Friend”
A chuisle mo chroí - “The pulse of my heart", "My pulse."
Grá Geal Mo Chroí - "Shining or Bright Love of my heart"
Is tú mo ghrá, “Mo Ghrá thú” - "You are my love", “I love you”
Grá go Deo - "Love Forever", " Forever Love"
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat - "My Heart Is In You."
Is tú mo stóirín - "You are my (little) sweetheart", the “-ín” at the end of Stóirín makes the word Stór (sweetheart)
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death-by-mercury · 6 months
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𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 -  𝙸𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟽 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟼 𝙳𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 “𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎”.
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potsiefaerie · 9 months
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tiarnanabhfainni · 1 year
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mo chuisle is such a beautiful term of endearment like you are the reason i am still breathing, the electric spark that keeps my blood flowing and should you ever stop then my heart will stop with you
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the-oracles-maw · 2 months
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macushla
Playing cards with the Deathslinger
My first DBD fic!! contains: killer!reader, just straight up peepaw Caleb save a horse...
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You could say you've settled into your role in this strange new world.
It's routine. You find yourself... somewhere. The Entity starves. It's your responsibility to feed it. When it is sated, you're sent back to the campfire. The Entity's food? You don't care to know. You've grown numb to it.
You've seen others who have a similar role to yours. Particularly two men and two women about your age. The thrill they get from their assignment by the Entity. Licking the blood from their knives and bats. As for you? Your eyes just linger on your hands coated in red. They would definitely be stained.
Your cohorts weren't much for conversation, save for the aforementioned killers your age. They were often met with a grunt or a cold shoulder.
Which is why you pondered endlessly about this bond you created with the Deathslinger.
Caleb thumbed through the deck of cards, dealing them between the two of you with almost impossible dexterity with rotting fingers. He never spoke much (perhaps that's what made it so easy for you to open up to him, you fear you'd annoy the old man.) When he did speak, it was an odd voice: a midwestern drawl somehow with a heavy Irish accent. It wasn't unpleasant.
His lips rise into a ghost of a smile and even his entire face seem to barely light up as you play your hand.
"'Might be the only person your age who knows how t' play twenty-five."
"I don't know," you shrug. "Back home we'd text each old games as a gimmick. I'd imagine there's a couple kids who know how to play because of that."
"Bah," Caleb waved his hand. "That don't count. Come on, now! Nobody appreciates the simplicity of the classics no more."
You shrug. "Guess not."
Caleb gives you a crooked smile. "Ain't many young folk like you no more, mo chuisle. I taught you well."
Caleb called you that a lot. Mo chuisle. A little more often than your actual name. And you were the only person whom he called by name. You never asked him what it meant.
Your conversations often went like this. Caleb would crack an uncharacteristic joke about your age, sometimes when he was in a good mood, you supposed within earshot of the group of friends called the Legion.
"What surprised me the most," you began, "was how sloppy they were." You eye the hand you intend to trump on Caleb. "It's like they're just sticking their hands into the live wires until something works."
"Suits you, don't it? Make it easier on you?"
"Eh, I think I prefer the challenge." You knew that was what exactly Caleb wanted to hear. His broken jaw made his proud smile comically lopsided. You fan out the cards you intend on trumping Caleb with, and he raises a brow, putting down his hand.
"You sure about that?" He asks lowly, eyeing your hand quizzically.
"What?"
"I think you should look at that hand again, mo chuisle."
You look at your cards again, and notice a fatal fumble in your hand that would have cost you the game. You fight a blush you feel coming onto your cheeks and sheepishly pull back your hand. "Huh..."
"Come on now, you know better than that."
Caleb wasn't sure what he saw in you. Or why he gave you such special treatment. There were a few "killers," he supposed that were around your age. A few too many, he supposed. What made you different? Was he unconsciously reminded of someone from his past? Did he think you were weak and needed protection?
He wasn't sure what it was about you that tugged at whatever was left of his heart that endeared him to you. It felt natural. He needed to protect you, and he didn't know why.
It was best he'd kept it that way.
"Look here," Caleb fanned out his set of cards for you, continuing on with the game you both briefly forgot you were playing. "I reckon we jink this, mo chuisle."
Mo chuisle.
Maybe one day, he'd tell you what your little nickname meant. One day, if you all somehow get out of here, or, when eventually, this dark God decides to turn on you all.
— mo chuisle: "my darling" "my blood" literally means "my pulse." macushla: the song where "mo chuisle" comes from.
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aquariumghostsong · 5 months
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My love for this games demo is everyone’s probably irl and online; @stygianeyedev stories are so lovely and no one is safe from me talking about them!
I wanted to doodle voidlight concept in what is currently out outfit wise [underlayers + chains], and for extra space just an air elemental design
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Don’t be fooled Eiryn does love VV a lot they just also have a hard time putting up with their bullshit read: Yandere tendencies towards them [not bothered by VV having Yandere tendencies to each other though]
Also because of their past have a hard time acting on closer relationships with people, which is why they expect VV to make time for them rather than them going to them often expecting the worst despite logically knowing it wouldn’t be that way.
Some other things to note, jealousy towards lifestyles is instead of being jealousy that kids get loving parents after being orphaned, they are more jealous that they get a normal childhood while Eiryn had to train and become a mercenary. They aren’t jealous of relationships others have, but they are jealous others are able to maintain friendships that aren’t reliant on work or survival— or lifestyles as in getting to wear and have nice clothing that Eiryn wouldn’t be able to have because of being a merc either due to cost or practicality. Similar to a personality note, they are mainly an archer merc because fighting on the front lines is too much of a risk but also they are too much of a “bleeding heart” who is often self-guilted by the suffering of others; it’s partly why VV successes in getting Eiryn to like them/fall for them.
Also the “pet names” means ‘my heart’ [Violo] and ‘my pulse’ [Vivere] which comes from the phrase “a chuisle mo chroí” [pulse of my heart]— so while ‘affectionate’ kinda has a darker undertone.
I just have so many thoughts on them + VV [and even other wardens]. I love Heimos and can’t wait for the other games in due time, but not sure I’ll make a keybell… EITHER WAY EVERYONE SHOULD PLAY THIS DEMO~~
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briosca-sa-speir · 2 years
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So, bit of a random Gaeilge question, but I've been thinking about if there are Gaeilge equivalents to "my love" and "sweetheart", things like that. I know ghra is love, but would it be normal to say "Mo ghra" as a pet name/term of affection?
typically they’re not direct translations of English endearments, as they naturally tend to vary from language to language, but yep! Irish has many many terms of endearment!
One thing to note is that in Irish you do have an equivalent of ‘my’, but you also have what is called a vocative case, easily recognisable by the particle ‘a’ right in front of the noun. Maybe you're already familiar with it, it’s a grammatical case used to address someone, if you're talking to someone directly (e.g. how are you, darling? darling is a vocative). So if you're calling someone a ‘pet’ or a ‘sweetheart’ or whatever without saying ‘my’, the vocative steps in (tbf ‘my’ just kind of masks the vocative, but that's a whole another story which i won't bore you with, especially since most endearments are considered grammatical exceptions anyway).
When addressing someone, i think that the vocative might sound a bit more ‘natural’ than the use of ‘my’, (which may be considered a bit ambivalent or a bit redundant, or maybe just a little too intense), but technically speaking neither is wrong so i'll list them both.
So here's a few common ones that come to mind:
noun vocative my [noun]
cara = friend a chara mo chara
stór = treasure a stór mo stór N.B. stóirín (little treasure/little darling) is an endearment usually reserved for a child, same as réaltín (little star), etc.
muirnín = darling a mhuirnín mo mhuirnín
cuisle = pulse/throb a chuisle mo chuisle
grá = love a ghrá mo ghrá N.B. to answer your question, I think the use of grá in Irish has a bit more of a serious connotation than its English counterpart, less colloquial or ‘casual’, if that makes sense
croí = heart a chroí mo chroí
grá mo chroí = my heart's love a ghrá mo chroí
rún = secret (darling) a rún mo rún
rún mo chroí = my heart's secret a rún mo chroí
rúnsearc = secret love a rúnsearc mo rúnsearc
síorghrá = eternal love a shíorghrá mo shíorghrá
fíorghrá = true love a fhíorghrá m'fhíorghrá
ceol mo chroí/mo shaoil = my heart's/my soul's music a cheoil mo chroí/mo shaoil
searc mo chléibh = light/love of my life a shearc mo chléibh
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