#long barrow

[thesilicontribesman]

Neolithic Long Barrow Burial (and Reconstruction) from the Stonehenge Landscape, Stonehenge Visitor Centre, nr. Salisbury, Wiltshire

[rherlotshadow]

Midsummer: flower crown left on the old stones at West Kennet long barrow, Wiltshire.

[survivethejive]

Stoney Littleton Long barrow with my son

[fallbabylon]

West Kennet Long Barrow- Wiltshire, UK 

[theemeraldforesthideout]

It was pretty busy at Pentre Ifan - by which I mean 7 people. One of those was a professional photographer that you can see the shadow of in the photo on the right. He was circling around the chamber and, like, no fault of his own...I guess, but I felt observed, like I was obstructing his view when getting close to the stones. That meant I didn’t really have a chance to truly connect and feel the site, as I might have had if no one else had been there. There was also a girl with a flower crown on her head and a drum, who also looked like she was waiting for the site to empty. I decided against chatting to her to not disturb her peace. She had a Moomin bag though, which I liked. It was difficult to get shots without either the guy, the girl (she can be seen sat on a stone on the left of the third photo), or team octogenarian (who arrived just before we did) appearing. I took about six photos in total, and I think the best is the one I posted before this post. Due to photographer guy, perhaps it’s a more unusual angle of the site.

There seems to a be a bit of a push and pull debate about Pentre Ifan, which I found myself pondering over for a little a while after visiting. Right up until 2014 (and indeed in the book I have about the site, which was published before that date) it was generally agreed that what you see is the entrance to a now eroded burial chamber. Essentially, that structure you see today is a big ol’ door frame and the mound of earth on top and around it, are no longer there. This makes archaeological sense because you can see where the chamber extended to via earthworks on site (a big rectangular mound). In 2014, a paper was published, claiming that this could well be incorrect and that it was always just a landmark monument: that of a purposefully created sculpture, like a classic standing stone. The noticeboard states this 2014 theory has equal weight (putting the previous theory as a 20th century idea) and that made me wonder if there was a reason behind this idea being pushed.The idea of it being a sculpture and not a burial chamber, means that the site would have looked this way, not just for hundreds of years, but thousands. Which of course is way more romantic and mystical and enchanting to the average visitor, than saying ‘this was once a door frame’. The noticeboard says that the main stone was split and constructed to look like it was floating. If it was a burial chamber (as originally stated up until 2014), then that stone would essentially be a soil-covered roof stone and what is seen today, would not have been seen until far later in history, after the soil had eroded away.  

I’m a writer and I love folktales and stories and, yes, how romantic the notion that what we see there today would have looked exactly the same for the ancient Britons. That they built it not as a tomb, but as a sculpture, complete with ‘hovering’ centre stone. I love that but, to me, it shouldn’t be presented as an theory with equal weight, when the opposing theory has SO much more tangible evidence. There is also written evidence that the monument looked as it does today, as early as 1603, so it can still be claimed, factually, that it has stood looking that way for literal centuries. That’s still pretty magical to me. I’m just not keen on the facts being bent in the name of...just wanting a more interesting story? There’s at least four hundred years of those shapes standing on a Pembrokeshire hillside - that’s a lot of stories. And some of them could be very magical indeed.

[ghostcatcherire]

Whispers of the Ancient: An Autumn Expedition to the Enigmatic White Horse of Uffington, the Ridgeway, and Wayland's Smithy

(White Horse of Uffington. Image Source: superdove CC BY-NC-SA) As the days grow cooler and the nights draw in, and early winter rolls out over the land, please come with me on a journey back in time and an autumn ramble through the ancient landscape of Uffington in Oxfordshire. On this journey over chalk hills and across ancient trackways, I am joined by my husband and also by Emma, from Weird…

[bwthornton]

#Archaeology Painting the Past: Reconstruction of West Kennet Long Barrow under construction Wessex Archaeology

https://stratford-upon-avon-theatre.blogspot.com/2023/01/archaeology-painting-past.html

[papa-evershed]

RJC + blood || requested by: anonymous

[geopsych]

5 years ago today on the path from West Kennet Long Barrow, looking toward Silbury Hill. It was a beautiful morning and I took lots of pictures but I won’t flood you with them. I recommend staying in Avebury, getting up before sunrise and walking through the fields to these ancient sites. It’s a mood.

[wreckedhoney]

MASSIVE SPOILER for one of the endings.

it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut

[0:28] Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him. [0:15] Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision. [0:05] Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze! Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!

[thesilicontribesman]

Garton Slack Early Bronze Age Barrow Burial of a 25 Year Old Woman, circa 2000 to 1500BCE, Museum of Hull and East Riding, Hull, Yorkshire

[rherlotshadow]

The uncanny creatures on the long barrow

[thenightblogjameth]

You're a real pal.

[idontknowmyownmind]

Just got an idea from this

Everyone +Barrow -og!Cale remember

So, what if Barrow have been monitoring stalking Cale since he accidently saw him thinking that he is the Cale that 'killed' him for revenge but found out that they are different people

He should probably stop and start to search for 'Cale' but he got attached and now with the curse gone it turn into obssessiom because Cale is the first after a very long time he actually interest in (although unintentionally at first) and have a feeling for

When he heard about what happened with the other, he scoffed and started to move to get close to Cale

Cale wary at first and suspicious that Barrow only approached him because he think he is the 'Cale' everyone wanted

Barrow is harsh and blunt, he doesn't sugacoat his words when he told Cale that it was his first intention but it changed when he realized that he is not the 'Cale' he know, that he actually take an interest to him

There are upside down in their journey but they got there

Cale trust Barrow because even though he is rude and a bastard, one thing he noticed is Barrow never lie to him

The truth sometimes harsh, but Cale think it's better than sweet lies or empty hope

Is Barrow manipulating Cale? Who know, maybe yes, maybe no

What about Roksu?

Well, he remember, along with his hyungs

He know about the others reincarnation of course but he choose to not get close because he thought it's only him and his hyungs who remember

Until one day, he got a message from Cale, the real Cale, who told him that his 'family' is searching for him before he vanish

Of course when he found out what happened he is angry and upset, but more than anything, dissapointed

He look at them coldly and told them that he will not talk to them until they got any news about Cale

Roksu not gonna be this upset if it's the original Cale he know because then they can talk and they understand

But no, it's not him but a soul who know nothing, who doesn't remember anything

A gentle soul who is similar to original Cale, willingly sacrifice himself for his family in every universe, who is lonely and only want to be loved and happy in life, who yearns for those love just to realized that there never one for him who is him and not someone else to begin with

Guilt eaten everyone alive, especially the Henituse

Will they meet? Yes, yes, they will

But they meet through Barrow

Roksu who accidently saw Barrow who coincidently also looking at his direction froze along

They just look at each other silently, assessing whether they are a threat for themselves or not

[Barrow doesn't know that Roksu is the 'Cale' he knew what with his original appearance, he stare because Roksu looking at him as if he know him and a hatred so deep for a mere stranger]

But it broke when Cale appear beside Barrow, tugging his arm

And Roksu never think the soft look on Barrow's face is possible

Of course Barrow will not let Cale look at Roksu because he has a feeling something unpleasant might happens

And of course Roksu want to snatch Cale away because Barrow is dangerous, but seeing the happy smile and free laugh of Cale, he decided to observes first

And that's how he know that Cale is truly happy and he doesn't want to take it away from him

He inform the others about Cale whereabout and explicitly tell them to not do anything because he can see that Cale is happy

The Henituse of course refuse it but Roksu slap them with harsh reality that they already fucked up not just once and not only in this life, the least they can do is letting Cale has his happiness

[I know that I make Roksu colder here but he just so upset for him who he considers his brother, who is hurt again and again by his supposed family. He is not that harsh in his words but it still cut deeper for everyone]

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Different scenario

Previously, rather than switching body, Rok Soo was reincarnated as Roksu Henituse, Cale Henituse's older brother (no, there is no regressor Cale)

It's brocon Roksu, ChoiRok, and AlCale

In the modern reincarnation, Roksu reborn as Roksu again but there is no Cale

Cale never born as his brother

The one who remember are Roksu, Choi Han, Alver, Rosalyne, Soo Hyuk, Jung Soo, Ron, Vicross, Barrow, Eruhaben, Tasha, Whitira, and Paseton

Barrow is Roksu's cousin from his birth mother side

They never get along, with their memories still the same

The twist, Cale reborn as Barrow's little brother by 10 years

Cale born mute

At first, Barrow want nothing from his little brother especially considering their past

He know that this Cale doesn't remember anything but he is still bitter

But!!

He started to see how sweet, how adorable, of a cutie Cale is

Always smile and try to get close to him even though he is anything but kind to him, even though their parents act as if he never exist and only have Barrow as their kid

No one beside those who life and work in his house know about Cale existence, so yes, Roksu doesn't know about Cale, Barrow's brother, existence

As time goes by, Barrow's heart trembles and finally it melted

He who never considered Cale as anything but nuisance became quite protective toward his baby brother

He is rough but there is no doubt in the beginning of (brotherly) loves that started to bloom in his heart for Cale

Eventually he grown as a brocon who overprotective and always spoils his baby brother rotten lol

He has a mind to rubbed it in front of Roksu's annoying face but rethink it when a thought that he may need to share Cale, or worse having Roksu snatch him away, fill his heart with contempt

Did they meet? Absolutely

How?

Roksu seeing Cale from afar frozen and look at him with wide eyes

Cale look up at him and perk up, Roksu think that Cale remember

Cale run toward him, he half way lift up his hands with a small smile just to get frozen when Cale run past him

He slowly turn around and found Cale hugging Barrow, who ruffling his hair with a freaking smile, waist before got pick up and being carried by Barrow

Cale face redden and signs something but he still hug Barrow's neck and rubbing his check on Barrow's hair affectionistly

Sensing Roksu, Barrow look at him and send a smug look

Cale is shy so he only gave Roksu a little wave and hesistant smile when Barrow told him that he is their cousin before he hide his face on his brother hair

Since then, Roksu keep bugging Barrow to let him meet Cale

He act friendly and sweet because apparently he need Barrow's 'okay' if he want Cale to get close to him

Because Cale is a good boy and a good brother who listen to his Barrow hyung

Even though he has a feeling that Roksu is a good person, his hyung told him to not get close with him and his hyung always taking care of him and only want what is best for him so he must have a reason for telling Cale that

[lilyharvord]

RQ Week 2 Flash Fic Friday

... a scene taken from a series of scenes for a fic I wil probably never write.... Bonswa my loves, I have returned (: @nortaeventcouncil. For RQ flash fic fridays (prompt 1 secrets)

“Would you have given them to me?”

            Mare glanced up at him with wary eyes, hearing the way his voice betrayed the nonchalance with which he asked his question. Somehow, she knew he would ask her at some point. It had really just been a matter of when for weeks now. Being at the cabin always seemed to loosen lips, and now was no different. The last thing she wants to do was open this can with him though. She had already suffered his presence from the moment it arrived, and all she wanted to do was stay in the tranquility of this moment for as long as she could.

            “Given you what?”

            His cheek twitched at her avoidance, but his eyes softened at the edges. Glancing away, he stared out the frosted window at the viciously falling snow. On the back of the plush chair, his fingers curled into claws on the blanket draped there. The storm had come violently midday and had stayed well into the night. Travel was impossible, leaving was impossible. She felt like a fish trapped in a tank with a shark.

            “Would you have… given me children?”

            Mare’s hand stilled on Coriane’s curls, and she had to forcibly keep herself from possessively wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer. The question wasn’t directed at Coriane at all, but something about the idea of it made Mare’s hackles rise. He hadn’t made any overt threats toward Coriane yet, at least none that Mare knew of. Maybe her threat had worked that first night, or maybe he had been telling the truth when he told he that he had nothing against her daughter. Given the past, the former had to be true.

            Slowly she returned to stroking Coriane’s damp hair, and considered her as she did so. Fresh from a warm bath, she dozed peacefully. The firelight bathed her in orange and red; the perfect colors for her palette. For half a second, she imagined her with different features, the more angular ones that used to haunt every one of Mare’s nightmares. She imagined her with blue eyes instead of mellow amber. Something in her stomach clenched tightly at the fact that she could not picture her daughter laughing with those blue eyes. She swallowed subtly before saying the only thing she could.

            “They never would have been ours. They would have been your mother’s.”

            His exhales whistles through his teeth, telling her she hit the nerve that has always made him curl in on himself.

            “That’s not true.”

            “Look at me and say that. Look at me and tell me that you really think I would have been allowed to raise them, that she would have let me.” She stared him down across the space, her hand stilling on Coraine’s head again before slowly guiding her closer. She wouldn’t be able to fit in her lap much longer, but it was the only way Mare felt like she could keep her close right this second.  

            He raised his chin at her, those icy blue eyes practically glowing in the low light of the dying fire. His cheek twitched again, and he curled his fingers into a tighter ball on the blanket.

            “I would have made her stay away from them.”

            Mare couldn’t help but laugh. The movement and sound made Coriane shift, and curl tighter against her. Cutting the sound off harshly to avoid waking her, Mare shook her head in exasperation. The least he could have done was say something believable. “You would have tried,” she admitted quietly, when Coriane had sighed and relaxed again. “And you would have failed.”

            His entire being went still as stone, and Mare felt the undulating waves of heat he tried to contain wash over her as softly as the waves on the lake shore. She watched him tear his eyes away from her, and gnaw on the inside of his cheek for a moment. The odd kinetic stillness she remembered settled over him as he began to tap a finger against his knee. Slowly he molded himself back into the blasé image he had been maintaining up until this conversation.

“You think I wouldn’t have loved them.”

            There wasn’t a hint of a question in his words, and Mare pursed her lips at the accusation. A part of her wanted to keep twisting the knife deeper, to inflict the pain she had always been able to with him. The other part, the one that had grown out of the bitter, resentful girl she had been stayed the blow, and ultimately won out.

            “I think, she wouldn’t have let you love them. Or me.” She added the last part quietly, but it still struck home like a blow.

            His finger started tapping again, and even in the low light she could see the nail was bit to the quick. The others were probably no better, so she didn’t bother looking at them. Before it had been easy to just remember the man who had been on the other side of cell bars taunting her and pulling at old wounds. It had been easy to remember the manic energy in his eyes when she had chased him down in Whitefire. Potentially facing the young man he had been underneath all that made her shiver. Her eyes slowly fell, and she dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, “There are no more secrets, not anymore.”

            “No more secrets.” He echoed the words mockingly under his breath before rising and slipping back into the shadows of the house. The fire popped loudly in the grate, the only residue of his emotions, while the wind howled outside and thunder rumbled faintly.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

It begins.

No, I'm not 100% done with it, but sod it, I've been working on this piece since 2017. I need to start posting it or I'm going to rip my hair out. So we will be posting it very...

...very...

...slowly.

This way I have time to finish the last, problem scene unrushed with no pressure on me or my beta readers ('cause funny thing, we all have lives). Hell, I may wind up needing to re-rewrite the scene in question, in which case we will pause all together.

But the story is done, so unless I'm run over by a train, it will get up eventually. (Actually, I have a system in place for if I do get run over by a train, so no worries.)

Immense thanks to everyone on Tumblr who has ever given feedback or helped trouble shoot or answered a question or helped with research or...well, anything. You are all what's made this as good as it is.

These people include but are not remotely limited to:

@timeladyshayde, @alex51324, @o-rchidae, @jolieblack, @leavesgirl, @doodling-daisies, @niivani, @poppaeasabina, @artistamateurieuse, @bumblingbuttons, @normadeathmond, @damianisinsane, @kitewithfish

Also, because back in...*checks date* 2021...they showed interest, @lindstrom2020 and @joanib might like to know that, yes, this is happening now.

Slowly.

And having announced that, I'm going to go have a minor, stress relief nervous break down before tackling The Problem Scene.

Again.

Fortunately I have 31 scenes to post before it needs to be done and shiny and polished so....about July? Ish?