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hommedessept · 15 days
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wkaseke · 1 year
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Church of Saint-Symphorien-sur-Coise, Forez region of Fance
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daminouspurity · 11 months
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alienjaes · 1 year
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I really wish I knew where my body's thermostat was so I could turn it down
Tired of sweating so much
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topchomp · 1 year
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ey man watch where ya goin!! you’re gonna get us both coised by faeries
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fidjiefidjie · 2 years
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Bonjour, bonne journée ☕️ 🥖
Fillette avec une grosse miche de pain, Saint-Symphorien-sur-Coise
Photo de Bert Hardy /Getty Images 1952
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feeeelps · 10 months
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mano o pac e o mike descobrindo um monte de coise sem querer, eles só caem no lugar do nada KKKKKKKKK a sorte desses cara
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hommedessept · 15 days
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luxthestrange · 2 years
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Incorrect quotes #458 Angels Vs Humans
Mc And Diavolo are hosting a party in the human world for the demons and angels to try and get along...What the angels didn't know is how protective the two humans are of their demons...
Angel: Look who just flew in from the slums in the Devildom
Angel2: It's the Devildom Ho-Billies~
Mc*Leans back*Squeeze me?...
Solo: Oh, no, you didn't?
Mc: I'm sorry, but um… we just saw your new video. Yeah, they had a screening over at Saks Fifth Avenue in the security office*Laughs along with Solomon*
Mc: A klept-hoe-maniac!~
Angel*arrogantly looks at the sheep you*Your mother shops at Saks
Mc: What?
the angel proudly does siss-fingers
Solo & Mc: Oh, my God, You want to talk about mothers? You wanna talk about mothers! It's mother time, OK? Your mother's so dumb she went to Dr Dre for a Pap smear! "Something's wrong, Dr. Dre! My coochie's doing a beatbox!
Angel2: Well, yeah? Your mother's so stupid she exercises when she could just get, like, liposuction or something!
Mc: Your mother is so old that her breast milk is powdered. You breast-feed like this*blows powder from hand, and everyone laughs*
Angel2:Your mother is so, like… She's so…
Angel2: Yo-You go, you go!*Looking at other Angel*
Angel: Your mother is so stupid that she goes to Barney's Rooftop Deck Restaurant for lunch, orders a niçoise salad, and calls it a 'ni-coise' salad. 'Ni-coise' salad, right?
Solo: Your mother's ass is so hairy, it looks like Don King's about to pop out and say, "Only in America!"
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444names · 4 months
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Names derived from Turkish cities, plus Tolkienesque and Irish forenames, excluding the letter "H"
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Bagli‎ Balmogán Balodekta Baoir Baraile‎ Bardion Bareglaird Barvinya‎ Bataladar Bayal Bayfa‎ Beacir Bealya‎ Beamûl Beldanán Belegor Belen Beleskirr Bellob Belro Beogán Beorgazôr Berkez‎ Bersaod Berzin Bifrónárd Binmarra Blaus Bline Bluin Bofán Boldë Boluglori‎ Bolundiob Bombrya Bomir Branisam Branngon Brant Bratep‎ Breallán Brean Breargor Briksar Brion Bryle Bréadarad Bréannimon Brídeim Brídennlı‎ Bulaorle‎ Buldor Bureas Burin Burindur Burwendonn Béamit Bëorlamil Bóiriel Caimlornán Calarges Calendás Calmaolmir Caoibûn Caoiri Caolmo Carines Carlald Carás Celimë Cemedir Cenwë Ciacel Ciang Ciarnear Cilanar Cilas Cile‎ Cilit Cili‎ Cilíomë Cilíon Cinyë Ciobna Ciorlan Cirilín Cliona‎ Coası‎ Coirtın Coise Coispar Coldan Collann Collor Coluilín Colóise Combaratep Comeruala Comuilg Comáinn Comóisir Conce‎ Condil Conoron Corgalin Crinnán Cuiringus Cyrin Dakkârilt Danán Darneas Davor Deann Delasael Delear Dendindag Deriel Dernín Derumbat Deóiries Diamine Diléod Dingornaid Dinu‎ Dondin Donán Dortín Dorum Drerid Durkilín Dursiir Durs‎ Déoda Déodónaid Dörtienn Dörtvid Dúnalins Ealor Eamag Eamlin Earbaltar Ecloc Edwing Eilúvi Eimoronn Eimra‎ Einduiler Eland Eldorl Elegna Elemil Elewinn Eline Elisíle Ellovast Elocilín Elron Encaityat Endres Enduir Enerken Eoris Eormornín Erdağ‎ Erkenbur Eärnán Eärwenbulm Eärwenwë Eärwing Farata‎ Feacil Feall Feanisíleb Feard Fele‎ Fetri‎ Fetya‎ Fetyonng Finara Fineankır‎ Fioncalas Fitlín Flainzinn Flard Foláin Foriag Freli Frout Fétak‎ Fílen Fíonna Garingorne Ginzimilín Golmaigne Gonne‎ Gorimë Goroir Goronn Gosca Grianor Groiregol Grondean Grondiye‎ Gronya‎ Gwalerinak Ildaill Imran Imrayfa Isaolwis Isartın‎ Isionór Iviainaing Iğdırın Iğdıya İskey‎ İzmind İzmiri Kaldon Kalgazôn Kanaty Kanyamann Karassil Karatarin Kargor Kayseor Kayseárl Kentelia Kona‎ Kylebze‎ Kúvandran Kütalı Kütarand Kırken Kırna Labük‎ Ladague Lartin Latlir Lazığ Lindiong Linnacán Lorlemmuir Luing Léomus Mablán Macia Maeladna Maeld Maerispal Maerzia Maidu‎ Mairi‎ Maitiën Malanne Mankır Maomeldarë Marann Maranongas Maron Marrya‎ Marya‎ Masirdiye Mearog Melenán Melmoger Mergazimer Meriele‎ Miangwaer‎ Mildil Minaitéaf Mirnárler Mirtan Miríniye Morona Muimel Muinwë Muire Muir‎ Munda Mundur Mursi Musiamûl Muzgazog Míde‎ Mírdur‎ Míril Móirleál Mónaine Nakez Neassar Niaramir Niara‎ Nikalbele Niksara Nólion Oimbolui Orionn Osaorlep Ostap Palablán Palcal Palis Palota Peimë Peitinzil Perian Perin Perinwë Pield Piele‎ Pilean Plagerven Plaic Plainvas‎ Plait Plandarn Pólimë Ravir Ringal Roibomear Romór Roplas Rostanwë Ruane Rucarm Rumaell Rumbratep‎ Rundonnán Runin Réalainel Réargebze‎ Ríanaossar Rúmeirla Scait Seori Singliod Sionn Sirean‎ Sivraiwen Socianm Stelseor Stríonkırn Stéawinya‎ Stíof Séadalık Séalık Séaodait Súri‎ Taragor Tavinn Tegir Teglis Tegona Tientak Timed Toinéannc Tontiën Torandu‎ Travielwë Tuadana Tulfwisa Tumarealf Tundeal Turbatya Turionncar Turisin Türkla Ualya Uarcia‎ Ufind Ularadoin Ulfaus Ulfionn Ulmel Uşancain Valac Valıkez Varíog Varón Worien Woronn Woroplait Zonnedger Ágasán Ártamar Çormaerzi Éalaoldu‎ Éamrout Éandorn Éaramir Éarne Éimbaybur Éimin Éodain Éomir Éomtoimlib Éorilín Étafa Étaniar Órdrety Órimír Únlas Şırann Şırık‎
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maevefinnartist · 1 year
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An Bhuarach - The Spancel in traditional Irish magic, from @ScoilBheanFeasa on ig
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"In traditional Irish magic there are two main types of spancels each going by several names in Irish. A buarach (spancel made from cow tail hairs that is used to magically steal the milk and good luck of a farmer). Or a buarach bháis (spancel made from a strip of skin from a human corpse used to magically make a person fall in love).
A spancel is described as a length of rope used to hobble an animal, especially a cow while milking. In earlier Irish a spancel is known as búarach (bó + árach, cow binding) but also means milking time or early morning time. In modern Irish there are many names for a spancel. A loncaird, luncairt or gad coise are other general names for a spancel. Then there is a buarach (spancel for milking a cow), buairichín (small spancel), iodh fhada (long spancel), iodh (chain spancel). Then there is a coiseagán (calf spancel), cornasc (horn and leg spancel), speir (spancel for an animal's houghs/shins), urchall (spancel for front legs).
In Irish folklore a minichin (pronounced mweenaheen and meaning to make quiet or still) was a spancel made of hair cut from a cow or horse's tail). This hair was boiled and then twisted very hard into a rope known as a súgán, with an eye at each end. A small stick or bone called a buairicín, buarai or buarín is put through the loop and turned underneath to securely fasten the spancel. Though in some accounts a minichin is a stick and buarín a spancel and some spancels were made of rope or straw.
If a spancel was made by the farmer, it was often taken to church to be blessed, especially on Palm Sunday and used on Bealtaine (May Day morning) to milk their cows. If the spancel was made as a piseog to steal a farmer's milk or luck, a hair from each cow was stolen and it was used on Bealtaine Eve or before the Sun rose on Bealtaine Day. There are accounts of women seen in farmers fields going around with a spancel and bucket collecting a hair from each cow or milking one cow from each local farmer along with collecting morning dew from the farmers fields.
Full article on Scoil Bhean Feasa's Facebook page or on beanfeasa.com under draíocht."
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Go Dtí Taobh Eile den Éigríoch
Ceol & Liricí: Tsurishi-P
Bunteideal: 那由他の彼方まで (To the End of Infinity)
Amhránithe: Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku
Aistriúchán Béarla: soundares
Tá a fhios agam nach féidir liom é a bhaint amach ach tá rudaí ann ní féidir liom fág
Is dócha go bhfuil cuma aisteach orm ón dearcadh daoine eile
Cromaim mo cheann amháin
Gan airde na spéire a tuig isteach an balla coincréit seo
Ní féidir liom fan isteach an t-am athfhillteach, mar sin
Ráibeáil mé, ag sáraigh an ghaoth
Ba mhaith liom do loirg coise a chosaint
Bhí tú, a bhí ag tóir ar braon brionglóide, ann
Fiú má táim clúdaithe le dusta freagra a cuardaigh,
Fiú má bhrúfadh agus bhrúiscfeadh an fírinne mé
D’fhéach mé suas ar an solas ag soilsigh sa spéir
Fiú mura bhfuil sé ach beagán, siúlaim
Ní fhéachaim i mo dhiaidh, stánaim díreach sa todhchaí
Ag cuardaigh chun mian nach caillfidh a dhath
Go dtí taobh eile den éigríoch
Ráibeáil mé, chuig do loirg coise macallach
Lasann úd i mo chliabhrach
Fiú nuair a coisceann an t-achrann idir
Fírinne agus idéalachas mo chroí
Triomaíonn an ego seo,
Fiú mura bhfuil an taghd ach brionglóid ag boilgearnach
Ráibeáil mé ón deis, chuig an óimige
Mar bhí mé ag lorg thar an taobh eile sin
Ba mhaith liom téigh ar an bealach a chreid mé
Ag cuardaigh chun mian nach caillfidh a dhath
Go dtí taobh eile den éigríoch
Ráibeáil mé, chuig do loirg coise macallach
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100yearoldcomics · 1 year
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August 6, 1922 Harold Teen by Carl Ed
[ID: Harold and Lillums load up Lillums' car for a picnic lunch. Lillums queries Harold while he exhaustedly hoists around a bundle of blankets and a hammock. Tuffy & Cyclone run up the road to warn them. /end] Cyclone: Oh! Sis!! A cow is after the lunch! Lillums: You sure you have everything, Harold? Harold: Yeh! This hammock and th' blankets are th' last!
[ID: Harold and Lillums look into a fenced-in grass plot where a bighorn cow stands directly over a metal cauldron which holds their lunch. /end] Lillums: Oh! The horrid cow. Chase her out this minute, Harold! Cow: ?
[ID: Harold jumps up and down angrily behind the cow while she happily munches on grass. Behind a bush in the distance, Tuffy pokes his head out. /end] Harold: SHOO!! SHOO. Tuffy: Got th' ole trusty slingshot ready, Cyclone?
[ID: Tuffy shoots a small pebble at the cow's head, making her buck up to kick Harold with her hind legs. /end] Lillums: Be careful, Harold. Her horns look awfully sharp! Harold: Huh? Cow: MOO ROWRR
[ID: The cow chases Harold around the field as he frantically sprints away. /end] Harold: Nice Bossie! Nice Bossie! I won't hurt you!
[ID: Harold climbs up a tree to escape the cow's wrath. She stands on the grass below the tree, waiting. /end] Harold: Whew! I got'ta get out of this. Lillums'll think I'm a coward!
[ID: Cyclone and Tuffy happily carry the picnic cauldron over to Lillums. /end] Cyclone: Haw! Y'oughta see yer friend Harold. The horrid moo cow chased him up a tree. I thought I'd pass away! Tuffy: Yeh! And we saved th' lunch, Sis. Ain't we the flea's whiskers? Lillums: The coward! Wait 'till I see him!!
[ID: Harold clings onto the tree branch as he tries to swipe at the angry cow beneath him with a long twig. A bee buzzes towards him. /end] Harold: SHOO!! GIT!!
[ID: Harold jumps out of the tree, to the cow's shock. /end] Harold: BEES! Cow: ?
[ID: Harold and the cow both flee, frightened, from a swarm of attacking bees. /end] Harold: Halp!
[ID: Lillums looks on as, from her perspective, she watches Harold chase the cow across the field. Tuffy & Cyclone react with unhappy surprise. /end] Lillums: Oh! The brave boy! Tuffy: Sweet cats! I'm seein' things! Cyclone: There must be a catch to it somewheres! Pretty: ?
[ID: Harold and the cow dive headfirst into a river to escape the bees. /end] Bees: Coises! We're foiled!
[ID: Harold sits primly on a log as Lillums cuddles up to him. He eats a sandwich with the hand he's got free. Tuffy and Cyclone commisserate bitterly behind them. Pretty sleeps in the grass. /end] Harold: Y'know, Lillums! I often get a notion to go to Africa and hunt tigers and lions. Barehanded! Lillums: Uh! Huh! Cyclone: I didn't know Sis was such a Dumb Dora. Look at those chicken sandwiches goin' to waste. Tuffy: If he's a hero, I'm Napoleon.
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