#hibernian

[shivroy]

through the ages

[iwanttobepersephone]

Headcanons that also includes Hibernia because I don't see enough of them

Halt takes every chance he can to talk about his culture, trying very heard to not break his stoic persona in the process. He doesn't really have much interaction with his culture since leaving cause there aren't many Hibernian people in Redmont, but he still loves it, so talking about it is the next best thing

The one time he found a Hibernian person in Redmont, she was a traveler selling sheet music for Hibernian folk songs. She gave one to Halt for free cause she loved talking to somebody in her native language so much, and he gave it to Will. Will didn't really practice it that much at first, but eventually, he did play it for Halt on his birthday cause he just wanted to. Halt was very happy =]

Halt carved the words "Mo Anam Cara" ("my soulmate) into Crowleys bow when they were younger-ish. Eventually, that bow ended up getting snapped because of an accident, and Crowley was devastated. Halt noticed he had a new bow at the next gathering and was just like, "Oh, you have a new bow. Did something happen to the last one?" And Crowley like broke down in that 'half being funny half genuinely wanting to cry' way until Halt eventually just took the new one out of his hands and carved the same thingy into it again

Crowley has made a habit of picking up tiny little Hibernian phrases everywhere he can just to use them in front of Halt - Halt loves it

[biggestqiblifan]

HaltxCrowley (with Caitlyn tagging on)

So, imagine this.

Crowley has just royally pissed Halt off.

So Halt yells at him.

In Hibernian.

Crowley might just be a little scared now.

Caitlyn is trying (and failing) to hold in laughter.

Halt realizes that Caitlyn is there. He panics for the 4th time in his life.

Halt: DON'T YOU DARE!

Caitlyn later tells Pauline.

Caitlyn: And then I quote he said;

Ok, him being panicked for the 3rd time is perfect.

But...

Why do I feel like he just confessed his love to Crowley.

Like:

"I love you so much, but you make it really hard to not pommel you sometimes when your brain turns to that of a donkey! However, sometimes you REALLY piss me off, LIKE RIGHT NOW!! I'm going to squish you Crowley, but not in the way I want to!!!!!"

Pauline then goes to Halt.

Pauline: Can we keep her?

Halt is now sitting here, worrying about the gang teaming up with Caitlyn and going up against him.

This may be the one battle he (nor his dignity) will not survive.

Because, lets be honest. If he REALLY insulted Crowley, he wouldn't care.

Halt style.

(Art is not by me, I just added the sunglasses)

(Ok, I need "Halt Style" to be a thing now)

[an1d10t]

I’m gonna head cannon that Halt once decided it would be a good idea to teach some rangers a little Hibernian

First think they asked was ‘what is coffee in Hibernian’

It’s also one of the few words they remember

[wiiildflowerrr]

@5SOS: SHOUT OUT TO THE OLD ME

21 February 2020

@Calum5SOS: OLD ME OUT NOW

@Ashton5SOS: @Calum5SOS Love you cal, we’ve come a long way brother ❤️

[rangersfc-1872]

2023/24 SCOTTISH PREMIERSHIP MATCH DAY 30

Rangers 3-1 Hibernian 30th March 2024 Ibrox Stadium

Tavernier (26'), Dessers (45+7'), Matondo (85') Maolida (45+2')

[lounesdarbois]

[stickersandscarfs]

Another classic bar-scarf is added to our collection. ✅ You got to love all of the Scottish club-badges as well, all very historic. 😍 Two down and a lot more to go! 🙌🏻 | #stickersandscarfs #spfl #hibernianfc #ggtth #hibernian #hibs #hfc #easterroad

[harrison-abbott]

Having been a masochistic Hibs fan for the last 30 years (with a total of two trophies won by this team in my lifetime), it still surprises me that George Best actually played at Easter Road, voluntarily.

He scored 7 goals in his season long tenure in Edinburgh. Scoring against Rangers and Celtic in amongst that tally. During this period, he actually lived in London, and travelled up to Scotland at the weekends for the games, not training with the team during mid week.

Have you ever seen footage of him play? He’s a total artist.

My mother, for instance, has zilch interest in soccer. She still remembers reels of him playing and even she said that he was fab.

[misforgotten2]

Hibernian Hall - Charleston  South Carolina 

From the photo album of my great uncle Lawrence Krettler's travels in the US Navy aboard the USS Altair 1923 - 1933 total mileage 85,020

[irishhistorynerd]

Céad Mhíle Fáilte agus Hello Friends

Welcome to my inaugural post here at @irishhistorynerd.

I thought, what better place to start this blog than with Ireland herself, and all of her other names. So indulge me as I show you all the etymology and meaning behind the wonderful names of Ireland.

Starting with the most known,

Ireland: Ireland is made of two parts, 'ire' and 'land.' Ire doesn't come from the english word ire, meaning anger, but the Irish name for the country being Éire (Air-ah). The last three letters were taken and land was added to the end, making Ireland.

But where does Éire come from? Well that'd be from the Old Irish word Ériu, the matron goddess of the land of Ireland.

Éirinn and Éireann are both grammatical forms of Éire.

Erin originates from Éirinn and is notable for being a common poetic way to refer to Ireland. They personified Ireland as a beautiful woman named Erin in their poetry and songs.

Hibernia is another name used for personifying Ireland. The name is the Latin word for Ireland. It comes from the Roman Historians's Tacitus' book 'Agricola.' While Hibernia isn't much used as a name for Ireland anymore, its compound form is more commonly used to mean Ireland or Irish, e.g. Hiberno-English means the Irish dialect of english.

The Emerlad Isle, a common epithet for Ireland, first shows up in print in the 1795 poem by William Drennan, 'When Erin First Rose.' It references the beautiful green fields of the Irish countryside.

The Land of Saints and Scholars is another common epithet. Which goes to show the magnitude of influence the catholic church had on ireland. One of the most famous saints in the world, Saint Patrick, is the patron saint of ireland and is mythologically responsible for converting a large nu,ber of people to catholicism and driving evil (the snakes) away from the land. Our scholars date back to the dark ages, where monks would work tirelessly to transcribe copies of text in an age where literacy was at a shocking low. Our tradition of scholars continued on for centuries, with the monks being replaced by great writers and poets such as Padraig Pearse, W. B. Yeats, and James Joyce.

So there we go! the most common names for Éire and her land. I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to follow for more fun Irish knowledge.

And of course I'm only human, if I made any many mistakes please let me know so I can fix them as soon as possible.

[shivroy]

hearts roy, roman's daughter, cousin of tom and shiv's son hibs, a tiny woman with adult braces, overplucked eyebrows, masochistic body piercings, her single father's veins, her lonely father's eyes, her rootless father's mouth - pictured IF she had survived past her infancy, which in this hypothetical universe she did not.

hearts, from shiv's perspective, in the "canon universe" of this fic with the mencken presidency having further destroyed america, in which hearts does not live:

[anra-thejourneyman]

YOU would think it nothing short of sadism to pluck a man from the tropics and parachute him into the biting chill of a Scottish winter. As I write, it is 28 degrees in Belize and minus 17 in parts of Scotland. It is, as they say, Baltic. Even if you shaved 10 degrees off it here, it would be a nightmare of an acclimatisation. Add to that the 5000 mile-journey by boat from the Caribbean, zigzagging away from U-boats, in wartime; as well as jerry-built huts and inadequate clothing at the end of it, and you’d have to be extremely hardy to survive.

The 900 men who came to Scotland from British Honduras, now Belize, were as tough as old boots. They had to be to thole sub-zero temperatures when they were used to the sweltering heat of rainforests.

The British Honduran Forestry Unit (BHFU) came in two contingents for the “war effort” : in September 1941, 500 men went to camps in Haddington, Duns, and Kirkpatrick Fleming; then 400 were billeted in November 1942, in Golspie, Kinlochewe and Achnashellach.

Not everything was a bed of roses.

A welfare officer from the Ministry of Labour and National Service described the camps as “a public scandal”. There was inadequate heating and lighting, inadequate sanitation, no insulation in their huts, and inadequate clothing for men who worked like Trojans making pit props and stobs for the war against racism.

(It strikes you as bravado or jocular stoicism one of them recording later that felling spruces was like making matchsticks -- they’d cut their teeth on mahogany back home.)

Enter Rudolph Dunbar, a conductor, clarinettist and journalist from British Guyana, who was the first black man to conduct the Berlin Philharmonic (in 1946).

He’d his conductor’s stick in his knapsack during the Liberation of Europe when he was a war correspondent.

Dunbar was way ahead of his time in his concerns about the treatment of ethnic minorities in Britain.

He wrote, of the BHFU: “The men are living in a deplorable condition. They are deprived of all forms of entertainment and the harsh treatment of most of them by the authorities does nothing to alleviate their sufferings. A great portion of the men are miserable and desperate ...and wish to return home.”

In his 1984 memoir Telling the Truth, Amos A Ford wrote: “The huts at Duns had huge holes in parts of the floorboards and walls, and openings in the ceilings. But letting in the biting winter night air was not the only thing that was to make life in the camps a misery. The furnishing was barely adequate and provision for recreation strident by its absence.

“ The huts had single cylindrical wood-burning stoves in the centres to warm a hut accommodating around 20 men each in a building. In it the men piled logs repeatedly to stem the cold outside. Sometimes the stoves burned so fiercely that they emitted sparks and an inordinate quantity of smoke, much to the annoyance of the local RAF people resulting in a number of complaints.”

Incompetence rather than racism was probably the reason for the cack-handed way they were treated.

Ford claimed the camp doctor rarely visited but, when he did, he’d a pink pill for everything.

The locals around most of the camps welcomed these exotic men far from their homes and were kind, as long as they kept their hands off their women. They didn’t, and there were police raids in the camp in Duns, where women were found hiding under beds.

There were definitely racial tensions from the usual suspects, the gentry. The then Duke of Buccleuch wrote to the Ministry indicating his displeasure that local women were being over zealous in welcoming the lumberjacks.

Whitehall records show the following document:

“The foreman in charge of each camp, should be a white man. I think this is most important as we must respect not only the feelings of the proprietors of the estates on which the men will be camped but we must also consider the feelings of the people living in the surrounding villages and cottages.”

Correspondence between the Duke of Buccleuch and Harold McMillan (then Colonial Office Minister) reveals institutional racism.

Buccleuch: “I do feel sorry for these people [but] I also feel unsophisticated country girls should be discouraged from marrying these black men from Equatorial America.”

McMillan: “We try to protect them from undesirable women, as well as to protect women from undesirable members of our coloured units. This can never be a completely successful policy. All we can do is to mitigate the evil as far as possible.”

Notwithstanding the pressures, many men found love and friendship, and settled in towns close to the logging camps. Ignoring the efforts of officials to keep black and white people apart, there were several marriages, and many children.

There were tragedies. In the blackout Army convoys etc continued. In April 1942 Ruben Law was killed instantly while trying to help a local woman, Jane Goldie, to cross the road. She died the following day and is buried alongside Law, and three foresters who died of natural causes in their 20s!! , C A Trapp. O Leon V Baker.

On July 25, 2022, the Commonwealth Foresters’ Memorial was opened at Pollok Park in Glasgow.

Amos Ford went to the great forest in the sky in 2015, aged 98.

“Wee Sammy” Martinez was a survivor, who outlived a hurricane that took two of his brothers, by clinging on to a tree. He was a well-known figure in Wester Hailes, Edinburgh, where he made his home. He was known as a very patient and positive man. He and his wife Mary had six children.

You had to be patient to be a Hibs fan. He died in 2016, aged 106, months after seeing his beloved team life the Scottish Cup. He was the last of the lumberjacks.

"Life has been good to me, “ he once told journalists.

“Healthy but poor. But if you’re healthy, you’re rich. That’s how I look at life, nice and easy. Don’t worry over things that don’t matter. Don’t fight with people, don’t argue with people. Peace, perfect peace. Because life is only once, that ticket only goes one way and there’s no return.”

THE TREE FELLERS by Andy Murray

Hard as nails

knee-deep in the first snow

they’d ever seen

they rocked back and forth

with their crosscut saws.

as metronomes do.

They hewed mahogany

in their tropical homeland.

The Scottish spruces were like matchsticks

to these hardy woodsmen

who hunched over stoves

in their jerry-built huts,

though warned that Heinkel pilots

would see the sparks

flying out of their chimneys in the dark.

Nine hundred came

to cut pit props and stobs

from ice-blown lowland firs.

They thinned out when the war ended.

Some returned. Some married.

Wee Sammy from Wester Hailes waved

a Hibs scarf and an infectious smile.

A kenspeckle figure.

"When we arrived, the kids shouted 'here

come the coalmen'," he said.

The man who’d survived a hurricane,

that took two of his brothers,

by clinging to a tree. He lived to 106.

He died lately after watching his team

win the Scottish Cup.

The last of the lumberjacks

from British Honduras.

POSTSCRIPT: Here is a short but very moving and beautifully made documentary on the British Honduras.

https://vimeo.com/364780261

[biggestqiblifan]

What the fuck?

You can't even draw.

What on Earth are those things?? Please stop trying.

Your little dragon crossovers are so childish! You just splash some color on and call it a day. Then you COMPLAIN about how HARD it was for you.

Boo hoo.

Grow up.

Ok, first of all fuck you.

Who the hell are you to say those things to me?

Listen ANON you're a coward. You hide behind your screen and anonymity, saying whatever shit you want and not caring, while I am out here just trying my best to not crumple.

You do not know the FIRST thing about me.

But, hey, its your opinion I guess.

Secondly, at least I try.

I am not the best at art, especially digital art. I'm NEW TO IT! I have never even TOUCHED a good art app! I use PAINT! I have to try make the most of it! And for your kind, kind information, I DO put thought into my drawings.

Prepare for a detailed info dump and for having your cowardly ass handed to you.

I think about the characters I'm drawing. They're personality, life, preferences. From there I begin shape.

Lord Morgarath is a cold character. Most people associate him with like black and purple, the dark spectrum, so I worked those colours into it. But I also tried out the other end because it might make sense for him to be like that.

He didn't necessarily begin as evil.

The wings are a tawny-tanish colour speckled with black to show his corruption (they also look really cool). The horns are high and point up, to me they seem like it gives authority. His scales are intricate, portraying a life of extravagance. The spikes on his back are curved, sharp and cunning. Just like him.

(the golden helmet thingy just seemed like something dragon-him would wear)

All in all, he seems ready for battle.

Also, have you noticed the amount of detail I put in?

No-one's going to notice that ruby! I don't even know how to draw a gemstone! But I put in the effort and gave it my best shot, because I care about my work.

Now, Halt is a different story.

He may seem relaxed as shown with the eyes, they are half lidded for tiredness, and he just seems really calm, like he always does in the books. But who would have a deadly tail poised to strike if they were not alert?!

The tail has a stinger because he is deadly.

(The little pendant thingy that is holding his cape seemed like a suitable place for the Oakleaf Symbol of the Rangers)

I chose royal blue for him, because I just think in some messed-up part of my shithole of a mind that it suits him and his royal blood.

His entire body and like shape (idk, think of the head) is robust, sturdy and practical. Nothing fancy. But suited to survive.

I gave him like diamond-shaped shape patterns BECAUSE REASONS! The scale designs aren't very intricate either because he is a sort of simple man.

But yeah, I can't change your opinion, so there you go. Now you know.

I put work and EFFORT into these things! And besides, in what logic do you just smash colours together and get things like this?!

So in conclusion, you failed.

No, I will not stop trying, no I don't care what you say or think you are just one person, and yes, you utterly failed to make me feel bad about myself and ruin my day.

Have the day you deserve.

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran, Grey Bolton Authority XIII, 2024

[rangersfc-1872]

2023/24 SCOTTISH CUP QUARTER-FINAL

Hibernian 0-2 Rangers 10th March 2024 Easter Road

Obita (68' sent off), Moriah-Welsh (71' sent off) Lundstram (23'), Silva (83')