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Maidin mhaith! Asking from my main (you probably know me from my sideblog llyfrenfys) but recently I've decided to relearn Irish and I was wondering if you knew of any resources for learning the Ulster dialect specifically?

I was taught very basic Irish at undergrad in the Connacht dialect- but I've forgotten most of it since I've been focusing on my Welsh more in the last few years. I've decided to try again with the Ulster dialect and so far I'm doing better than the first time round. The similarities with Scottish Gaelic really help, since I was able to pick up the basics of that a lot faster than when I first was taught Irish. In any case I'm finding the Ulster dialect a lot easier and I'm enjoying being able to say things as Gaelige again.

It's alright if not, but are there any resources out there for the Ulster dialect specifically? Grma in advance!

I’d love to help but unfortunately I have no idea. I definitely know a couple of people who are trying to learn Ulster Irish though and maybe they might have better advice - @trans-cuchulainn I think is one? And @kaityslangblr has quite a few posts that look educational.

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on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

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HUGE shoutout to the WORLDS most DOOMED mentor mentee duo ever to live. Just two extremely emotional, lonely, jealous, closed-off, insanely determined vigilantes against the world and also against each other routinely.

Imagine you are Batman, and you are immensely similar to this teen girl, and because it increases the emotional vulnerability that you can be comfortable with when she doesn’t know anything about you, or because it’s convenient to have a team member who is isolated and can be easily fired and completely cut out when she gets too close or hurts you or when you don’t need her anymore, or maybe just because you’re lonely and you just got hurt emotionally by the people who know you the best and you like the idea of getting the benefits of company without that vulnerability again, you don’t tell her your name and you don’t let her see your face.

Imagine your primary team is finally back, imagine Alfred has come home, imagine you aren’t alone anymore, so you ghost her Completley, cut her off until she tracks you down to demand an explanation, where you then fire her with the excuse of her ‘lacking the skills and talent’, and are fine to leave it at that forever. Imagine you think about it some more and it’s the anniversary of your son’s death and you feel comfortable enough admitting aloud that that must’ve been part of why you fired her. She was reckless and wanted to prove herself too much, and all that other stuff that got your son killed as Robin. Steph is just too like him, too wrong and too much to be a vigilante.

But then Robin has to quit, and he’s leaving you behind and he’s going to go away, so you, maybe half consciously come up with a plan, and when Stephanie Brown turns up in your Batcave with a homemade costume and a frenzied look in her eyes you solidify that plan, maybe still unconsciously. Imagine using the same excuse, the same exact phrasing, of Steph’s apparent lack of ‘skills and talent’ that you used to fire her, in order to justify hiring her as Robin.

Imagine pushing away that graveyard conversation, imagine ignoring the very same comparison that you drew. Imagine, for the very first time, having to keep the cowl on when it’s just you and Robin in the Batcave. Imagine the gnawing sense of wrongness. Imagine keeping it on anyway. Because if you took it off, she would have something. Because if you took it off, it would count. Because if you took it off, you’d have to look her in the eyes, and she could look into yours, and you don’t know if you could do that and also convince yourself what you’re doing to her is okay. If it’s just Batman, it’s fine. It’s manageable. It’s business.

You get that cozy, comfortable distance once again. You get to pretend you didn’t stand at your sons grave and told someone you didn’t want Steph to die like he did, and then turned around and gave her the same costume he died in the second it was more useful to you. And that unease grows and grows and grows. And that yawning uncomfortableness expands and expands. And eventually you can’t ignore how wrong it all is, how gross this all is, so you start looking, and you start hoping, and sure enough, she makes a mistake. And you immediately feel this Huge sense of relief. Thank god.

And you fire her and it feels legitimate enough and you get to walk away, justified and rational and reasonable and fair. You get to do it again, you get to wash your hands clean of it all, and you know then, it was the right choice to keep the mask on, because now you can change the lock to the side entrance you showed her and now you can tell the computer to stop accepting the password you gave her and now she is gone. Just out of your sight. Just gone.

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i love being a fag and a pansy and a fairy and a pervert and awhat who the fuck is egg bacon

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hello russell. in front of you is the script for latest finale of doctor who, a show you have complete creative control over. as we speak there is an odorless neurotoxin flooding the room, the antidote of which there is only one of. notice the phone to your left. you will be spared only if christopher eccleston picks up on the first ring. you have 9 minutes. good luck.

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sinners: how real stories of irish and choctaw oppression inform the film

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🙃 Regular reminder that while Hozier has amazing love songs, he is ALSO very outspoken about his leftist politics, specifically anti-fascism, anti-racism, reproductive rights, Palestinian rights and more.

Take Me To Church and Foreigner’s God are scathing critiques of organized religion, specifically the Catholic Church and the colonization of Ireland.

Moment’s Silence is about oral sex but it’s ALSO about how that specific sexual act is often distorted to a show of power rather than that of love.

Nina Cried Power is an homage to various (mostly Black) civil rights activists from the US and Ireland and a call to follow their path.

Be criticizes anti-migrant policies and Trump and his ilk.

Jackboot Jump is about the global wave of fascism and about protest and resistance.

Swan Upon Leda is about reproductive rights and the violent colonial oppression of Ireland and Palestine.

Eat Your Young is about the ruinous way the 1%/capitalism and arms dealers prioritize short-term profit over everything else to the detriment of the youth/99%

Butchered Tongue is about Irish and other indigenous languages being suppressed and erased by imperial powers.

If any of the above surprised you, please, please delve deeper into Hozier’s music, you’re missing such an important part of his work.

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maysilee "I'll be your sister" donner and wyatt "whoever she is guess she's ours now" callow

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just some guys on a break

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I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out

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adiós, big brother

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The mockingbird, the jabberjay and the mockingjay 🕊️ inspired by this post by @fromevertonow

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i’m so appreciative to suzanne for reframing the rebellion from the original trilogy as a “they saw their moment and took it” type situation and showing us that they’ve been trying, over and over, with so many failed attempts, to break the arena and incite a rebellion for decades. in this current political climate never giving up hope is so essential. haymitch wasn’t the first nor the last, and they kept going even when it seemed completely futile, and that’s what counts, and what ultimately saves them all.

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mari was killed by a card meant for hannah, in a trap meant for lottie, by a conspiracy meant for shauna, and yet there was no other way for this story to go. shes been dead since the beginning.

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They heard someone talking shit about Bruce

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I love you like allfire

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so after, when he whispers, “you love me. real or not real?” i tell him, “real.”

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