Merlin Thoughts
Okay so bear with me here for a moment.
So you know how King Arthur is said to have lived during the 5-6th century? Well during that time its most likely he would've spoken this language called Brytthonic (or however you spell it. its a dead language that im pretty sure Welsh comes from)
But anyway, this language is like completely dead now and like super different from modern English.
Which brings me into my initial thought.
So, after Arthur's death Merlin obviously lives for centuries upon centuries afterwards. Which means that Merlin would not only have to live without Arthur, Merlin would not only have to outlive everyone he knows and loves, but Merlin will also have to outlive his own language.
Maybe its a subtle change at first, slang changes as it does every generation, slowly but surely sentence structures change, new invaders and travellers alike bring about exposure to other languages, which affects the vocabulary, the sentence structure, the spelling, the pronunciation.
Merlin has to live day by day watching helplessly as time gives his native language a slow and painful death.
And maybe Merlin forgets how to speak it, he has no one to speak it with, so eventually he grows used to not speaking it, only to realise one day maybe centuries later that the language he was fluent in, the language he grew up with is no longer on the tip of his tongue.
Maybe he can only remember certain words or phonetics, their meanings confused by the ticking passage of time. And perhaps Merlin breaks down sobbing in agony because his language, the last thing that connected him to Arthur and his past, feels foreign to him now.
But it gets worse; Merlin knows that Arthur will rise from the lake one day, and he has to live with that knowledge knowing that when he does, they won't be able to understand each other.
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have been thinking a lot about a video i saw the other day (which i wish i had saved) which talked about how if you want to claim your irishness this weekend and celebrate saint patricks day, you should know that to be irish is to be pro palestine. because not only do we share the experience of colonisation and oppression - we were oppressed by the very same administration, and the very same man, lord balfour, who served as chief secretary of ireland and is also responsible for the balfour declaration and the beginning of the occupation of palestine.
if you want to claim your irishness this weekend - know that you’re not entitled to it if you don’t stand with the people of palestine. just as ireland stood against apartheid we are against the genocide of the palestinian people. and you can dye your rivers green and wear all the tacky clothing you want but know this: none of that matters if you don’t stand for those who are oppressed. because we were once and so we owe it to those around the world to stand with them and not to be silent in the face of colonialism, violence and genocide.
saoirse don phalaistín 🇵🇸
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Okay folks let’s talk-
So so tired of Non-Americans trying to erase the identities of Americans. In particular European-Americans (Americans with European heritage).
We are still here. Our cultures are still here. It is not a monolith. You can’t ignore YOUR history by invalidating ours. Your countries played a part in the colonization process of these lands. You are not blameless.
I linked below the entire post from @Therootcircle on Insta I think EVERYONE should be reading it. And read the comments too.
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i'm not ready to go back to work on sunday and having english men call me OI LOVE I WANNA BUY THIS like please nononononooOooo
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Bantiarna Gheimhridh / Lady Winter
Tágann sí ag bás an fhómhair,
's ag damhsa na deireadh duilleoga
's ag racht goil na n-éin
ag tús an codladh chruinne.
Bánaíonn mo bharraí,
le síoc 's sneachta,
's Cuireann sí an leac oighir
ar na haibhneacha 's na lochanna.
Taispeánann sí dom na réalta is soilsí
sa spéir na hoíche,
's mise i mo theach teolaí,
ag taitneamh as teas na tine.
Fágann sí ag breith an tearrach,
nuair a éiríonn na chéad bláthanna,
's a dhúisíonn an domhain,
le ceol na n-éin.
Cuirim coróin na cróch ar a cheann,
nuair a thagann sí póg fuar dom 's deirim léi:
"Slán leat, feicfidh mé tú an bhliain seo chugainn,
A Bhantiarna Gheimhridh, tá tú i mo chuimhne 's mo chroí ".
She comes at the death of autumn,
and at the dance of the last leaves,
and at the weeping of the birds
at the start of the world's slumber.
She whitens my fields,
with ice and snow,
and she puts the ice
on the rivers and lakes.
She shows me the brightest stars
in the night sky
whilst I am in my cozy home,
enjoying the warmth of the fire.
She leaves at the birth of spring,
when the first flowers bloom,
and the world awakens
with the song of the birds.
I put a crown of crocus' on her head,
when she gives me a cold kiss and I tell her:
Goodbye, I will see you next year,
Lady Winter, you are in my memories and my heart.
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I love old superstitions because now every time I make a mistake in my yarn work that isn’t noticeable or detrimental enough to warrant taking the time to undo and redo a whole section I actually didn’t make a mistake, that stitch is wonky on purpose so my soul doesn’t get trapped in the yarn, the Irish grannies told me so
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