#trethan

[bvckbiter]

trethan nation i bring BLESSINGS

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[madamewalburga]

what breaks me about trethan re: ethan’s fall is that it wasn’t those usual scenes where one person tried to keep him from falling or someone reaching out to him, etc. ethan fell so suddenly yet was falling for too long.. no hand reaching out to him, just the vast night sky, validating every feeling of inferiority and irrelevance he ever had. his death was inevitable, he knew, but why did it give him time to rethink every single decision he ever made. wasn’t an eternity in the underworld enough for him to regret things?

and travis, son of the god of transportation, watched as his first love fell. i love exploring different scenarios of how this would play out in my head, how it would be if he was on the first floor, running as fast as his legs could take him to catch ethan. or if he was on his way up, fighting monsters along the way and looking up to the sound of someone’s body hitting debris and seeing it was ethan’s bloodied body, broken from hitting so many things on the way down. travis in the elevator, seeing ethan free falling and desperately hitting the stop/floor buttons. etc

(this could work ofc with other ethan ships except percy jackson and luke castellan since they were in the same room as him but yeah)

[m4gp13]

You know how Hermes is a psychopomp (guides dead souls to the Underworld) as one of his jobs? Hc that his kids (or some of them) inherit something like this ability. Maybe they can feel it when people die or they can see dead spirits or something like that. Point is, they have a connection with the departure of a soul from the land of the living and its transfer to that of the dead.

Now, my dear trethan shippers, consider-

[the-great-phantom]

"Am gaeth i m-muir,

Am tond trethan,

Am fuaim mara,

Am dam secht ndirend,

Am séig i n-aill, Am dér gréne,

Am cain lubai,

Am torc ar gail,

Am he i l-lind,

Am loch i m-maig,

Am brí a ndai,

Am bri danae,

Am bri i fodb fras feochtu,

Am dé delbas do chind codnu,

Cia on co tagair aesa éscai?

Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gréne?"

X

[dreampoetforhire]

Front page in @usatoday this week!

Feeling all sorts of gratitude to Phaedra Trethan for capturing so much of my story and depicting some of the magic I experience daily as a dream poet who sets up in public spaces around Philly and around the country.

Read the full article here: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2024/04/23/philadelphia-poetry-busker/73326769007/

Also worth it to say that in the print edition the other headlines sharing the front page speak to the very real struggles facing our world. I don't take it lightly that a feature on poetry was paired with articles about tyranny and the police state. I think that's exactly where the work of a poet belongs. To challenge those unfortunate norms and encourage a passerby to dream a better world.

I think of Joy Harjo's "Poet Warrior" or James

Baldwin's "The Artist's Struggle for Integrity", or Nina Simone's "An Artist's Duty", and so many other statements on how the Poet affects change.

I'm so grateful for these literary ancestors to guide me and my peers. Also, I wouldn't be anywhere without all of you who have consistently showed me so many facets of how poetry has an impact. Thank you!

[southjerseyweb]

Which Delaware Valley hotels do Condè Nast Traveler readers love most? See the list here

Phaedra Trethan has been a reporter and editor in South Jersey since 2007 and has called the region home since 1971. Contact her at ptrethan …

[444names]

cornish names + irish forenames

Abath Abhaolir Affery Afray Agobh Aibébha Ailghe Ainna Airdh Airear Airemell Aithanne Aithen Amson Anath Anick Aodgha Aoibh Aoibha Aoibhadh Aoigwargy Aoilbhlan Aoinne Aolifer Argas Arnicek Artha Aíbhle Baitrew Baoireth Barnen Basengy Bearry Beibébhán Beirgh Benha Blachlín Bonnce Brearne Breerry Bregwyn Briamhus Brinstim Brislinn Bróse Buadabhen Buadbha Bualachán Buarkawar Burnán Béaddey Caill Caithy Cajamhach Cajann Caoghaine Caoirick Caorock Carnán Carrele Catho Ceard Cheartho Cialke Cianmhgh Ciard Ciarn Ciasmhón Cingery Ciona Clichen Coaskit Cobnait Cobóid Cochenke Coilinn Coirguse Colchtan Coldswanm Colenn Colmáin Colruala Coman Comthar Conache Coney Congus Conna Conne Corchán Cosachy Cothacho Craveth Creadh Cricek Crignne Crois Crídern Cuaithne Curne Cúchern Cúmhen Cúmhg Dabas Dabhar Damhe Damhena Damhne Dandy Darvilín Darvose Daver Davilice Deaceke Deacha Deachlan Deachrán Deallain Delionwan Delyn Delín Denkenn Derbrean Dergue Dernán Diach Diamhna Diara Diarnie Digheán Digoir Dinernow Dobhéad Dordris Dorfhín Drehedian Dryack Déadh Déamh Eagledich Eanncha Earne Earregus Earry Easaltán Ebilín Edainiere Edrocalas Eibhán Eibhóg Eidhnaith Eighelza Eimhárd Eindán Eleja Eoghe Eoigweng Eoinnait Eóidhlan Eóiriú Eóirth Fachlaid Faultas Feache Feagum Feane Feanán Fearann Fearbhig Fearchán Fearín Feasalt Feath Feimo Feires Feoghach Fiaheach Fiainn Fiaith Fialait Fiallick Fidian Finnéarg Finéabbán Finín Fiobhí Fiobnaity Fiodh Fiodhailt Fiona Flace Flach Flacher Flachán Flait Forhenach Féibhg Fíonac Geighe Gella Gobhán Goskise Goveth Grock Gronán Grosconn Grouch Grous Gráin Gráirín Gréaden Gréan Gwalle Gwings Gwinna Gworra Hainephne Heach Heamhán Honnán Hosnean Hydre Ianna Iodha Iúdáinett Jaceeve Jaglán Jenter Jerbh Jewenhan Johneppa Kenng Kentán Kerse Kerth Kerven Kevariú Kezonn Labbán Laighear Lairean Learna Lindás Lionn Lowely Lowen Luainn Luilit Maidid Maitéargy Mallyne Manneott Maodhnain Maoill Marnán Mashen Maskit Meabha Meamsyn Meavellyn Methach Mewett Mewyn Mioniar Muadna Muailfhín Muinna Muiredwe Muiríofán Mundart Murefusey Murley Murnín Muslimhna Myghan Myghnaig Máilín Nailey Naler Nethor Nuarn Nórfhinso Oibhán Onaina Opielza Oscarín Osearna Ospall Paseke Pawlear Pawny Paynorra Peartín Pendán Penear Penna Pennep Pensorch Pethagle Pomán Prearna Prock Quimhna Raskis Refen Riltán Rocascoss Roibhick Roillian Roings Roiríona Rospry Rovenna Rowan Rowetho Ruadh Rusel Rusenne Ráitres Réarbhlan Rósamh Salwyn Samhaidid Sandymas Saogha Saorwen Seoghna Seoskit Siann Sisín Skerene Spearrah Spenane Sperway Splach Splain Stóins Suibhait Séadey Séadh Séagover Séala Sílerra Tallain Tedeark Teden Tigobh Tigín Tineal Toirr Tomhóg Tonace Tortúr Trach Tragán Treac Treachong Trear Trearay Trearn Trearnowe Treasán Treban Trebolved Tredig Tredin Tredrach Trefeas Treffrin Tregana Tregarra Tregas Tregawan Tregeavel Tregiddy Tregidh Tregidhne Tregwe Treldara Trelearry Trelereek Trell Trelow Tremailín Trembean Tremery Tremonn Trenhamhn Trenhen Trenna Trenán Trepeigh Tresamen Tresamo Trescarle Tresia Tresis Treth Trethall Trethan Trethnah Trett Trevar Trevella Trever Trevisín Trewann Trewannac Treway Trewe Trewen Trewenn Trezendra Trezonke Trezza Trous Truad Tríonn Tuaireth Téadhels Téodh Ullix Velowen Verenroim Villejach Viney Welow Wenha Wethall Wooverroc Yesconn Ythen Ythobhe Áilín Árdgan Ártainéar Éarthen Éibell Éidhe Éimethrás Éiregum Émelís Únait Únath

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

SPEAKING OF ANGSTY TRETHAN FICS have you read this love won't last (so hold me tight tonight) by kayhyuns on ao3? Not only is it well written, it also made way more sad than it really should have

I haven't yet but this is in my bookmarks now! Here's the fic for everyone, it's only one chapter long and it looks really good!

[anngersmy]

Reasons to love Irish-7

The very first poem of Ireland invokes all that we are and is wonderful - magic!

The Song of Amergin from the Book of Leinster

Am gáeth i mmuir. ar domni.

Am tond trethan i tír.

Am fúaim mara.

Am dam secht ndírend.

Am séig i n-aill.

Am dér gréne.

Am caín.

Am torc ar gail.

Am hé i llind.

Am loch i maig

Am briandai.

Am bri danae.

Am gai i fodb. feras feochtu.

Am dé delbas do chind codnu.

Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe.

Cia on cotagair aesa éscai

Cia dú i llaig funiud grene.

Cia beir búar o thig Temrach.

Cia buar Tethrach.

Cia dain.

Cia dé delbas faebru. a ndind ailsiu.

Cáinté im gaí cainte gaithe. Am.

J. Carey’s translation: from The Celtic Heroic Age (2003)

I am a wind in the sea (for depth)

I am a sea-wave upon the land (for heaviness)

I am the sound of the sea (for fearsomeness)

I am a stag of seven combats (for strength)

I am a hawk upon a cliff (for agility)

I am a tear-drop of the sun (for purity)

I am fair (i.e. there is no plant fairer than I)

I am a boar for valour (for harshness)

I am a salmon in a pool (for swiftness)

I am a lake in a plain (for size)

I am the excellence of arts (for beauty)

I am a spear that wages battle with plunder.

I am a god who froms subjects for a ruler

Who explains the stones of the mountains?

Who invokes the ages of the moon?

Where lies the setting fo the sun?

Who bears cattle from the house of Tethra?

Who are the cattle of Tethra who laugh?

What man, what god forms weapons?

Indeed, then;

I invoked a satirist…

a satirist of wind.

[hennyjolzen]

What if we’ve been looking at Irish through the wrong lens all these years? Rather than it being a subject that causes heartache in schools might it actually be a periscope into our psyche and our souls? A path towards an entirely fresh way of seeing reality, transforming existence from a predictable and quantifiable 3-D dimension into a vacillating, multi-dimensional realm with the potential of bleed-throughs from other parallel worlds.

First, there are some truths about the language that need to be acknowledged, though the grammarians and language academics might not agree. 1 Irish derives from a world in which the unseen is as real as the seen; 2 it acknowledges the existence of other dimensions; 3 it is based on an understanding that nature and the land are vibrant, sentient beings; 4 at its most potent can be a language of incantation, meaning that it has (or might have) the potential to summon up wishes, behaviours, people and things.

These are bold claims, I realise, and whether any lofty academic linguist would agree is debatable, but let me explain with some examples of the many Irish words and phrases that can upend your way of seeing reality. Words like sclimpíní, for example, which conveys the effect of lights dancing before one’s eyes – either real light or the supernatural; those glimpses we get through the veil of what lies beyond. A single word like this can shift one’s frame of reference radically, to question all one’s assumptions and offering the potential of a more holistic and limitless way of thinking and being.

Cáithnín is another fine example of how a single word can unlock the hidden richness in our lives and landscape. It means a speck of dust, a husk of corn, a snowflake, a subatomic particle and a miniscule smidge of butter, or anything tiny that gets into the eye and irritates it. But, most evocatively of all, it also means the goosebumps you feel in moments when you contemplate how everything is interrelated and how tiny we are in relation to the whole, like that feeling when you realise, or, maybe, remember, that we are all one – all unified.

In this way, cáithnín, becomes like a koan or mantra – a single word that brings you right around the universe from the infinitesimal to the infinite. It becomes a reminder from our past about how we once related to our environment and community, and how we might do so again.

Another example is scim, which means a thin coating of tiny particles, like limewash on a house or dust on a mantelpiece. These are good practical, pragmatic meanings that any lexicographer would be comfortable with, but there are other more nebulous ones which might prove more challenging for the limited claustrophobic way of thinking that we now ascribe to in this age of empirical reasoning and narrow-mindedness. For example, scim can mean a fairy film that covers the land, or a magical vision, or, best and most alluring of all, succumbing to the supernatural world through sleep.

Just consider that notion for a while and you get a sense of the gateways, wormholes and rabbit warrens that the Irish language allows us access to, should we dare open ourselves to it. Might our world in its current state benefit from a language that allows for fairy films that cover the land, a language that offers the potential of being whisked away to the supernatural world through sleep?

Alternate dimensions

Surely children would be more intrigued if, as well as teaching them that ceantar means region or locality, we also teach them its equal and opposite, altar, which means the other realm, the netherworld. After all, this way of seeing the world is instinctive to the young, who have no problem accepting the potential of the alternate dimensions of Narnia beyond the wardrobe or Hogwarts beyond platform 9 ¾ of Kings Cross Station.

Consider the word crithir: its basic meaning is a particle or a spark of flame or light, or the tiniest portion of something, but it has other meanings that can act as a wedge to prise open perspectives that would otherwise remain hidden. For example, it can refer to the vulnerability and insubstantiality of solid objects; such as a swamp, or the trembling of the land in an earthquake, or the crumbling surface of ploughed land when dry after rain. Crithir means all these things.

This notion that our world is not as rigid or dense as we like to believe, has become more relevant with our growing awareness of quantum physics and how electrons are forever materialising, then dematerialising and reappearing somewhere else. All we really know is that our bodies, fields, mountains and stars are elementary particles, vibrating and fluctuating constantly between existence and non-existence – swarming in space, even when it seems that nothing is there. The fact that any solid, dependable mass that starts to quiver or falter can be referred to as crithir makes it an ideal term for the unpredictable and infinitesimal particles that we have delineated as the building blocks of all life.

These concepts are a bit bamboozling to all of us, but they might be easier to an Irish speaker who is already comfortable with the notion that a word like púicín can mean a supernatural covering that allows otherworldly beings appear unseen in this reality (as well as being a blindfold, a goat muzzle and a tin shade put over a thieving cow’s eyes). As an aside, the Irish for bamboozling is meascán mearaí, which also means going astray into other dimensions.

Now, with regard to this incantatory quality that Irish may possess, the best way of seeing it is through the first words ever composed by an Irishman, The Song of Amergin, which our chief poet and druid, Amergin, is said to have recited upon arriving in Ireland on the 1st April 700BC. He immediately begun uttering an incantation, summoning up the world that we intended to create here through his words. Ancient languages, when spoken by shamans and sorcerers, seemingly had this ability to not only describe an item, but help condense it from a parallel amorphous world of potential into a tangible, crystallised reality.

Language of unity

Amergin’s first stanza “Am gaeth i m-muir, Am tond trethan, Am fuaim mara”, (I am wind on sea, I am ocean-wave, I am roar of sea) clarified the interrelation between this world and all other planes of existence – physical and spiritual. It was a declaration of the unity of all things and it’s what, more or less, everything in our lives has been based upon ever since. We’re all here because of Amergin – his incantation summoned us into existence, or at least propelled us forward. And ever since we’ve been here – farming, fighting, mating and, eh, baking.

Yes, baking. As a way of delving deeper into these issues I’ve created a show called Arán agus Im, in which I summon the powers of wild yeasts and invisible bacteria to perform alchemy on milled grain and water, transforming them into bubbly universes of sourdough bread. In the show, which the Abbey Theatre is touring to Limerick, Cork, Galway and Dublin this summer, I’ll be baking bread and delving deep into language issues, while the audience get to perform their own alchemy, creating butter from cream to spread on my fresh bread made of grains grown in Ireland.

The Abbey will also be touring my show Gaeilge Tamagotchi in which I bestow rare and endangered words upon members of the public who agree to nurture and nourish them, words like lóipín, the cloth fixed on a hen’s claws to stop it scratching the earth or the pieces of jute put on a donkey’s hooves to keep them from slipping on frost. Or seithreach, the wistful voice of a mare calling for her foal, or the sound horses make when they meet after an absence.

The truth is that Irish is an ideal tool to help reorientate us back to what we have forgotten about our connection with the world around us. Its arcane structures and lack of clear rules can make it feel chaotic and uncontrollable, but therein lies its power. If we dare to dive in and escape the grips of its more pedantic gate-keepers and spirit-crushed naysayers, there are worlds of new perspectives and experiences awaiting.

[bvckbiter]

i had this stupid idea of the stoll brothers serenading their bfs with the tiktok mandarin rizz song aka “tonight will be the night that i will fall for you” HAHAHAHAHA

[madamewalburga]

What would you trade the pain for? (I’m not sure.)

Trethan sketchbook spread commission from Rose Commisions (e.h_rose on ig, e_hrose on twt). Really love how this turned out, core of trethan innocent puppy love made alive on paper. Text also foreshadowing angsty future for Travis and Ethan god thank you so much artistnim!

PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD/REPOST (with or without credit). DO NOT STEAL OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

[m4gp13]

Hc that Ethan is naturally very perceptive and has a really good gut instinct for taking note of things that slip under most people’s radars, hence how he was able to figure out Percy’s Achilles heel, and this is why Nemesis chose to take his eye specifically

In addition to this, hc that he and the Stolls were quite good friends during his CHB years because he could always tell which one he was talking to from a glance and never mixed them up.

[bizkaffee]

Vendor sought for cafe at Joint Sciences Center in Camden – Courier Post Phaedra Trethan Cherry Hill Courier-Post Published 1:44 PM EST Nov 12, 2019 The Rowan University-Rutgers–Camden Board of Governors is looking for a vendor to operate and occupy a cafe space on the ground floor of the Joint Health and Sciences Building on Broadway in Camden.

[enaykin-art]

Am gaeth i m-muir, Am tond trethan, Am fuaim mara, Am dam secht ndirend, Am séig i n-aill, Am dér gréne, Am cain lubai, Am torc ar gail, Am he i l-lind, Am loch i m-maig, Am brí a ndai, Am bri danae, Am bri i fodb fras feochtu,Am dé delbas do chind codnu, Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe?Cia on co tagair aesa éscai? Cia du i l-laig fuiniud gréne?

Cia beir buar o thig tethrach? Cia buar tethrach tibi? Cia dám, cia dé delbas faebru a ndind ailsiu? Cáinte im gai, cainte gaithe.

Song of Amairgen

I am Wind on Sea, I am Ocean-wave, I am Roar of Sea, I am Stag of Seven Tines, I am a Hawk on a Cliff, I am shining tear of the Sun, I am Fairest among Herbs, I am Boar for Boldness, I am Salmon in Pool, I am a Lake on a Plain, I am a Hill of Poetry, I am a Word of Skill, I am the Point of a Weapon (that pours forth combat), I am God who fashions Fire for a Head. Who knows the secrets of the Unhewn Dolmen? Who (but I) announces the Ages of the Moon? Who (but I) know the place where falleth the Sunset? Who calls the Cattle from the House of Tethra? On whom do the cattle of Tethra smile? Who is the troop, the god who fashions edges in a fortress of gangrene? (I am) a Song on a Spear, an Enchantments of Wind.

[southjerseyweb]

Norcross, Tammy Murphy discuss women, workplace issues

Norcross, Tammy Murphy discuss women, workplace issues

Buy Photo A forum on women in the workplace included (left to right) New Jersey Assemblywoman Gabriela Mosquera, first lady Tammy Murphy, U.S. Rep. Donald Norcross and Rutgers-Camden Chancellor Phoebe Haddon.(Photo: Phaedra Trethan/Staff photographer)Buy Photo CAMDEN – New Jersey’s first lady, Tammy Murphy, came to Camden on Monday to address a forum on women’s issues in the workplace and lend…