#cham's wedding
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VERY quick post bc im literally so fucking exhausted that i ran away from my own party at like 10.30 pm lmfao but im MARRIED, it went really well, i love my friends + my husband x ben's speech was amazing + my dad's speech was rly nice too. my school friends were all like fucking sobbing it was great. i was fully convinced i wouldnt cry at all but when ben started crying when he was reading his vows i was like ok fine ill cry as well
the first look was also like so emotional im really happy it was a private thing bc ben was SOBBING + i couldnt stop crying either like after the ceremony i actually went back to the airbnb and watched some romesh ranganathan to calm down LOOOL so i wasnt just a crying mess
it was really difficult to talk to everyone just bc like there were so many people + it was like so hard to just find the time to give everyone the proper attention so i feel a bit bad about that but i mean i am only on eperson and i did th ebet i could lol
my mum - this was honestly completely a surprise to me - gave me my gran's wedding ring afterwards + i was very moved honestly
i wasnt brave enough to eat any of the catered food - i guess i dont feel any way about this really like i was really brave all day and sometimes you just cant do everything. i think i would have been less exhauted if id eaten proper meals but like i legit just couldnt do it
i will post some pics tmr but they're all on my phone which is charging
but yeah it was a massive massive succes and i am now mrs allfree lol how crazy
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married now. my gorgeous wife has gone to bed, our wonderful friends have said goodbye (not for long thankfully - d&d time tomorrow <3), and i'm just taking a moment out here as the fire burns down and lemon jelly plays over the PA system. Feeling like the luckiest person alive, today was easily the best day of my life and I love everyone who came and who made it possible, but no one more than my beautiful wife Cham @blacktinnedpeaches, i can't wait for the rest of my life with you <3
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i think lucy and lydia, my chimereons, would absolutely propose to each other at the same time. like im really thinking about Marrying Them and i think that would be cute. and i think it would be fun to draw them getting married lol
#i could theoretically make it into gift art if i offered to draw other people's chams in the Marriage Art#wedding guests....#text
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10 QUESTIONS FOR U - valentines edition
favorite color of roses?
favorite flowers?
you can send a love letter to anyone. fictional/idols/celebs. who?
which idols have the best rizz?
most rizzful mutual?
favorite petnames/nicknames? giving or recieving?
fictional characters you're in love with?
have you ever had an online crush?
songs that you want to play at your wedding?
fav breakup songs?
fav love-themed kpop song?
mutual with beautiful themes?
pink vs red ? coquette vs old money / preppy?
favorite sweets?
DRINK WATER + YOU ARE LOVED <3
hi anon, tysm for sending this ^_^ make sure you stay hydrated as well, love u ◠◡◠
orange / pinkish orange ( i have it at home :D )
lily of the valley and dahlias
JAY jay park jongseong loml
heeseung ( i need him to go on hiatus atp ) jake, yunjin
i come first and then it's @isoobie / @atrirose / @hoonvrs / @wonryllis
i actually have a habit of addressing people as 'sweetheart' so that goes first. 'baby' is a classic and it's cute. also, i sometimes use 'jaan' or 'meri jaan' so it's one of my fav as well ( trans. my life )
JO CHEONG IM TELLING U I HAVE A TYPE LOOK AT HIM
jo cheong...jongseong...it's coming full circle
omfg yes One time. it was a moment of weakness
idk bro i want chaconne. but in all seriousness, angel baby by troye sivan, for lovers who hesitate by janabi, sherlock by oceanfromtheblue, all bollywood wedding music like it slaps
not exactly break up but the wisp sings by winter aid makes me cry every single time
way back home by shaun, love scenario by ikon
everyone has super pretty blogs but @wonryllis / @atrirose / @isoobie / @yenqa / @tyunni ( may i need a tutorial. )
pink but only the tints. i've recently been into coquette but old money is literally how i usually dress so i can't really pick
anything chocolate, macaroons, cham cham bro it's the craziest indian sweet, rasmalai ( now i want some )
#𐙚. guess who !#i！⦂ 𓈃 — mail service.#u guys dont get it im so insane about cheong#cheong and seong omfg something shifts inside me when i think about them#i can talk about them all day
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AU in which almost all Jedi do political marriages to stop any conflict:
Obi Wan got married a few times. Satine was married to him for a few months but they got the marriage annulled because Mandalorians didn't like their Duchess being married to a Jedi. His other spouses include a ruler of a slave trade planet to put a stop to that, a few ambassadors from Separatist worlds in an effort to pull them towards the republic and Bail Organa.
Anakin almost burned the Temple down when the Council tasked Obi Wan to marry a slave trader King. Also he was in chronic fits of jealousy during the two years that Obi Wan and Bail Organa were married because he could easily tell that Obi Wan actually liked being married to Bail.
Master Mundi still has 4 wives.
Plo Koon is married to one of the Creche Masters because, well, no one knows. They just cuddle the younglings together and they are sooo happy about it.
Jocasta Nu was married to Count Dooku. They got divorced when he left the Order.
This whole thing is why Qui Gon Jinn was trying to charm Shmi. He could just marry her if he couldn't win Anakin in gambling. :'D
Anakin was never married to anyone. The Council doesn't trust him to stay still.
Mace Windu was somehow married to a Hutt when he was a Padawan only for a few short weeks and only to get intel out of the Hutt Clan. He is still traumatized about it but at least he speaks Hutteese. Anakin will never know from where Master Windu learned the word sleemo. Also, Cham Syndulla in Ryloth almost became his new spouse but they resolved the matter so it was never brought up again. His current wife is a young woman who is Count Dooku's great-niece or smt. and who got help from the Temple in her youth because of her force sensitivity. She is influential in the Separatist Worlds. She adopted a baby clone that was going to be destroyed somehow. She is a kind and calm woman who helps to settle Mace down when he sees a shatter point in the Force.
Obi Wan was lowkey into marrying Jango Fett after Kamino.
Something happened in Naboo so Padmé strategically planned to get into a short political marriage with a Jedi. The Council tasked Obi Wan. Anakin almost turned to the dark side but he was too busy trying to decide who he was jealous about between the two. Thankfully, that marriage didn't happen.
Palpatine asked for Anakin to be married to himself while he was grooming him for the Dark Side. He told Anakin that he would never be a slave again if he was with the Chancellor and the Council Masters didn't want to allow this because none of their spouses were as strong and important.
Ashoka dutifully accepted a marriage with a Separatist Lord. Anakin and Rex kidnapped her from her own wedding while Obi Wan and Padmé found her a way out.
Basically it goes like this: Conflict? Let's check the list of available Jedi.
#star wars#sw#au#clone wars#obi wan kenobi#padme amidala#anidala#jealous anakin#ashoka#mace windu#plo koon#jocasta#count dooku#jango fett#bail organa#satine kryze
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Exile of the Sons of Uisliu
A (long! very long!) retelling of the tale, Longes mac nUislenn (“Exile of the Sons of Uisliu”), an Irish tale from the Ulster Cycle of medieval Irish literature. Written for the Four Loves Fairy Tale event by @inklings-challenge.
Notes: I’ve published part of this before, though right now I can’t find the post. I finished it for the challenge, as it fit well with the themes. It was originally intended to be a retelling that made it easier to approach medieval Irish literature for those who felt intimidated by the often more archaic translations. As such, it sticks very closely to the two sources I was working from, though events from both get blended together in a way that weren’t, strictly speaking, present in both tales. See the end of the story for sources (with links!) and further notes about the adaptation process.
Pronunciation: “Derdriu” = “Deer-druh,” Noisiu = “Nee-shuh,” “Cathbad” = “Kah-vuh,” “Conchobar” = “Kon-cho-var” (with the “ch” as in “loch”, though I’ve heard various other pronunciations as well, Leborcham = “Leh-vor-cham, Cúchulainn = “Koo-chull-in”, “Uisliu” = ish-loo, “Eogan” = “Oh-wen”, and “Medb” = “May-uhv”. The other names should be less tricky, but let me know if you have problems with them.
This is the story of Derdriu.
Of beauty in death.
Some say the story begins before she was even born, at her scream from her mother’s womb. This is somewhat true; it was indeed this scream that caused the men of Ulster to rise from their beds and demand to know its origin. And it was this scream that caused her mother to press her hands to her face and deny any knowledge of its origin, despite the fact it came from her own womb. Indeed, it was this scream that caused Cathbad, the great and wise druid, to set the question of its origin at rest.
He said, “It is your daughter, woman. Her loveliness will surpass all others; her green eyes and tall form will cause envy among queens and desire among kings. Men will slaughter for her and over her, and heroes will do great deeds in her name.”
He said, “She will bring great evil to our land.” Then he fell silent and no more was said on the subject.
And some say the story begins when Deirdre entered the world for the first time, innocent of her great power and tragic fate. Again, the druid Cathbad prophesied of the evil that would follow in the girl’s wake, of jealousy and war and exile. And of death, of beloved children and heroes alike.
“Her tale will be famous,” he said, “as famous as the graves of the men who fought for her and the men who come after her.”
Hearing this, the men of Ulster cried aloud, “Kill the child! Kill her!” For they did not wish to see Ulster and its people suffer such a fate.
“Wait!” came one voice from the crowd. It was Conchobar, king of Ulster. “This girl won’t be killed; I want her for myself. I’ll make sure that no man sees her before we are wed, so there will be no fighting. And so that there will be no jealousy either, no woman will see her.”
No man present defied him.
And so Derdriu was taken away and raised by foster-parents. True to his word, Conchobar let no one else see her-except for Leborcham, who was Conchobar’s messenger and a satirist. It was she who acted as nurse and teacher to Derdriu. Besides them, Derdriu had no contact with anyone or anything from the outside world.
A lonely life for anyone, to be sure.
Years passed, and Derdriu, as predicted, grew into the most beautiful woman in all of Éire. Her hair was yellow as a warrior’s cloak, and her eyes were green as the land she walked on day after day; her lips Parthian-red and her teeth pure white. She saw no one but her foster parents and Leborcham, who had grown very fond of the girl.
One winter day, Leborcham and Derdriu sat outside watching her foster-father slaughter a calf for their supper. The blood from the calf stained the snow, and a raven swooped down to drink it.
Derdriu was struck by this, and said to Leborcham, “I'd like a man such as that: hair as black as a raven, cheeks as red as blood, and body as white as snow.”
A familiar story, is it not?
Without thinking, Leborcham replied, “Then may you have success, for there is one close by. Noisiu son of Uisliu is the man you’re seeking.” Then she fell silent, for she had remembered that Derdriu was bound for Conchobar’s bed.
“I want to see him,” Derdriu said.
“You musn’t,” Leborcham said reluctantly.
“If I don’t, I’ll be sick.”
This went on for some time, until Leborcham agreed to lead Derdriu to where Noisiu was. However, she refused to do anything more than that, for although she was fond of the girl, she could see nothing but harm in encouraging anything further.
Noisiu’s habit was to wander the ramparts of Emain Macha, the place where Conchobar and the other Ulaid gathered, chanting to himself. The chanting of Noisiu and his brothers was said to increase the milk of any cow that heard it, it was that pleasing to listen to. And for any man or woman who heard their chanting, they at once felt peace and happiness.
Do not think that the sons of Uisliu were skilled only in chanting or other such arts. Their skill in battle was renowned; they were swift and strong, and if the three brothers had to fight all of Ulster at once they would be so skilled with their blades and so able at defending one another that it would be a long time before their defeat.
And they were honorable, too; it was their honor that would be their downfall in the end.
Having gotten Leborcham to tell her of this tradition of Noisiu’s, Derdriu made a plan.
Noisiu was walking along the ramparts alone, chanting, when Derdriu came up to him. As though she intended to pay him no attention or recognition, she strolled past him, his fine voice making her heart beat faster.
Noisiu stopped his chanting and watched her go by. When she made to pass him entirely, he said, “That is a fine heifer going by.”
“As well it might,” she said, and turned to face him. At seeing her beauty, he recognized her for Derdriu, King Conchobar’s future wife. “The heifers grow big where there are no bulls, you know.”
“You have the bull of this province all to yourself,” he said, not taking his eyes off her. “For you are to be wed to Conchobar himself.”
She tossed her head. “Of the two, I’d pick a game young bull like yourself.”
“Cathbad’s prophecy,” he said. “Have you forgotten it?” When she made no reply, he reminded her: “He said you will bring death and destruction to the men of Ulster. Your marriage to Conchobar is the solution to that.”
“I don’t want the men of Ulster or Conchobar,” she said and looked at him. “I want you.”
He shook his head and made to leave, although he did not wish to.
“Are you rejecting me?” she cried.
“I am.”
She darted around in front of him and gripped him by the ears. “If you don’t take me with you, may shame and mockery fall upon you!”
“Leave me alone!”
“You’ll do it!”
“Woman, I will not!”
“My name is Derdriu,” she cried, “and I love you, Noisiu son of Uisliu! I loved you before I knew your face or form or voice, and now that I have seen them I love you even more! I will love you until the day I die!”
He reached up and pulled her hands from his ears. “Hush, or you’ll wake the whole of Ulster! Already the warriors inside exclaim and reach for their swords.” But he did not let go of her hands.
“It seems to be their recurring reaction to me,” she said, and they looked at each other without saying anything.
Perhaps Derdriu’s story begins here, where she and Noisiu made plans to slip away later that night when the sons of Uisliu and their company departed Emain, with Derdriu planning to hide amongst the women. Of course Noisiu’s brothers, Ardán and Annle, came with the two, and it was they who suggested seeking refuge with another king of Ireland.
Whatever the start of the story was, this point was certainly the beginning of the end for all four of them.
They traveled from king to king, from one place to another, hunted by an angry Conchobar and all his warriors. Finally, in order to be free, they left Éire and escaped to the land of Alba.
They had no friends there, and so settled in the wilderness. Despite the fact that she was once again living with only three other people for company, Derdriu was happier than she had ever been. The brothers hunted for game, and when that ran out, they raided for cattle.
It was to be expected that the people of Alba rose up against them. As has been said before, the sons of Uisliu were skilled in many things, and cattle-stealing was certainly one of those things they excelled at. The people of Alba, however, excelled at disliking those who stole all of their livestock and food, and were certainly willing to do something about it. Both sides were well-matched, despite the brothers being greatly outnumbered. But the brothers were sick of fighting, and they searched for an alternative.
So they made an offer to the king of Alba: they would stop stealing cattle and in return, he would hire them as his soldiers. It was a good offer, and the king accepted it.
Noisiu and his brothers built their houses among the other warriors, but were careful to build them so that Derdriu could not be seen from the outside. For they did not wish for her beauty to bring them the same kind of trouble they had tried to escape in Éire. And for a time this worked.
But then, one day, the king’s steward came by early in the morning when everybody was asleep. He saw Derdriu and Noisiu sleeping peacefully, and even in sleep, Derdriu’s beauty struck him silent.
The steward went to the king, who was sleeping. The steward said, “My king, my king, I have found the perfect woman for you. She lies with Noisiu son of Uisliu even now, and she is a woman worthy of any king in the world. If you kill Noisiu now, you can have her to wife.”
The king declined to have Noisiu killed, saying, “Go instead and ask her every day in secret if she will leave Noisiu and wed me.”
And so every day the steward came to visit Derdriu while the brothers were away. And every day, she turned him down. At night, when the brothers returned, she told Noisiu of the steward’s visits.
“This is a bad business,” said Noisiu, “but I can’t see what there is to be done about it yet.” For if they offended the king, they could not return to Éire, and where else could they go? So the visits continued.
As Derdriu refused the king’s advances day after day, the king tried a different tactic. He ordered the brothers into fierce battles and set dangerous traps for them in the hopes that they would be slaughtered. But the sons of Uisliu were so skilled in battle and so clever that they always ended up unharmed.
Finally, the king grew weary of all this. “Try her one last time,” he told the steward. “Then we’ll kill the sons of Uisliu and take her anyway.”
The steward did as the king commanded. He said to Derdriu, “Listen. If you don’t do as the king wishes, he will gather up all the men of Alba and slaughter your beloved Noisiu and his brothers. Is that what you desire? Rather, by going to the king you may save their lives.”
It is not known what exactly Derdriu said to him after that, but it is certain that it was yet another refusal. The steward went away angry, and told the king that Derdriu had rejected him yet again. The men of Alba were called. Derdriu saw that they were many in number, too many for the sons of Uisliu to defeat without terrible cost.
Noisiu, Ardán, and Annle came home and Derdriu told them what the steward had said.
“You must leave,” she said. “If you don’t leave tonight, you won’t live to see tomorrow.”
Ardán, the youngest brother, said, “Will you not be coming with us, then?”
Annle, the middle brother, said, “It would certainly be a waste of all our efforts so far if she did not.”
And Noisiu, the eldest brother, said, “Do you not think we can protect you?”
So Derdriu went with them. They left that very night and traveled over the sea until they reached an island that was between Alba and Éire. The king of Alba pursued them with many men, but the sons of Uisliu fended them off in a series of battles deserving of their own heroic legend.
The news of the exiles’ flight from Alba reached Éire. Everybody said to Conchobar that it would be a great shame if the sons of Uisliu fell to an enemy king in an enemy land by the fault of a bad woman. “Forgive and protect them instead, Conchobar, and let the sons of Uisliu come home,” they said. “It is better to do this then to let them be harmed by enemies.”
“Very well then,” Conchobar said. “Let them come home. I will guarantee their safety. Send for them.”
“Who will take the message?” they asked.
“It is well known that Noisiu son of Uisliu will only come in peace to Éire again if he is brought by one of three people: Cúchulainn son of Sualdam, Conall Cernach son of Amergin, and Fergus mac Roich,” Conchobar said. “I will choose one of them.”
He took Conall aside and asked him, “What would you do, Conall, if I sent you to bring the sons of Uisliu back to Éire and through some cunning and betrayal-not my own, of course-they were slaughtered despite your promises of safety?”
Conall answered, “Any Ulsterman, no matter who he was, would fall at my hand. No man would escape my wrath.”
“That is a good answer, Conall,” Conchobar said. “But I see you will not be my choice.”
Next he asked his nephew Cúchulainn the same question.
Cúchulainn was more perceptive and answered thus: “I swear that if you were to ask me to do such a thing, and to bring them home to be slain by you, I would take no bribe from you, great though it might be, in favor of taking your own head for such a deed.”
“I see that you do not love me either, Cúchulainn,” Conchobar said, and sent him away.
He called Fergus over to him and asked him the same question.
And Fergus said, “I swear not to attack you yourself, but if any Ulsterman should attempt harm on them, death and destruction will meet that man by my hands.”
“You will be messenger, Fergus,” Conchobar said. “It was you who had the best answer.”
So Fergus mac Roich was chosen as messenger. He sailed to their island, accompanied only by his son Fiacha, but could find no traces of the exiles. He made a loud call for them. Derdriu and Noisiu were playing fidchell, and both heard Fergus’ shout.
“That is a man of Éire shouting,”said Noisiu, looking up from the board.
Derdriu recognized it as Fergus’ voice, but said, “No, you are mistaken. That is a man of Alba.”
Again Fergus shouted, and again Noisiu looked up from the board. “There it is again, and this time I am sure it came from a man of Éire.”
“You are mistaken,” Derdriu said, “and now it is your turn. Play on.”
Fergus shouted a third time, and this time Noisiu knew for certain his voice was that of a man from Éire. He rose from his seat and told Ardán to go and meet the speaker, to see who it was. For it would make them poor hosts if they neglected their guest any longer.
“I know who it is,” said Derdriu. “It is Fergus mac Roich. I recognized his voice from the start.”
Angry, Noisiu demanded to know why she had concealed this from him.
“I dreamed last night,” she said. “I dreamed that three birds flew to us from Emain Macha, and that in their beaks were three sips of honey. They left the honey with us, but took three sips of our blood in return.”
Noisiu sat down. “What do you think your dream meant?” Dreams might foretell the future or provide insight into the present, and so were not to be ignored.
“Fergus comes from our beloved home bearing a message of peace, but the message he bears is false, for a false message of peace is sweeter than honey. That is the meaning of the honey.”
“And the blood?” said Ardán, for he hadn’t left yet.
“The three sips of blood the bird took from us,” said Derdriu, “are the three of you, who will leave with him and be tricked.”
“I wish you hadn’t said that,” said Ardán. The others agreed.
Then Noisiu said, “Never mind that for now. We’ve left Fergus waiting at the harbor for far too long. Ardán, go and fetch him.”
Ardán, grumbling, went down to fetch Fergus. But he was much heartened to see him and his son, and kept asking tidings of Éire, and of Ulster especially.
“It’s glad we are to see you,” Fergus and Fiacha said, “and we’ll tell you everything when everyone’s there to hear it.”
And when Noisiu and Annle and Derdriu saw the travelers, their hearts were gladdened also; and they also asked for tidings of the land they missed so dearly.
“We bring the best tidings,” Fergus said. “I have been sent to bring you back to Éire. Conchobar guarantees your safety, and I swear to you I’ll see you safe to him on the very day we set foot back in Éire.”
“Don’t go,” said Derdriu to Noisiu. “It will end badly, I’m sure of it.”
But the brothers dearly missed their homeland, and great was their desire to return.
“We will go,” they said. And even though they longed to return, they were also practical and knew they must put in safeguards. “But only if you yourself, Fergus, accompany us, as well as Dubthach and Conchobar’s eldest son Cormac, and if all three of you swear as to our safety.”
Fergus agreed to this, as it was a prudent request, given what had happened the last time the four had set foot in Éire.
But Derdriu argued against it; she said that going to Éire would be their doom and that she felt sure their deaths awaited them there. And although the brothers pleaded and cajoled, argued and promised, she would not be swayed.
Finally Fergus said to her, “You need not fear, lady: should all the men of Éire betray you, I will fight and defeat them no matter how great their number. Their shields will be poor protection against the wrath of my sword. Of that you may be certain.”
“Friend Fergus,” she said, “I’ll hold you to that.”
They boarded the ship and set sail for Éire. As they passed Alba’s shores, Derdriu looked behind her at them and cried, “Farewell to you, O land that I loved! O land that was my home, I will miss your shores and hills, and the happy days we spent among them. O land, I will not see you again in this lifetime.”
Then she sang a lament, mourning all the places she had loved and lost. “If it were not for Noisiu,” she said, “I would not have left them.”
Dubthach and Cormac met them when they landed. The sons of Uisliu were so glad to be home that they swore they would not rest or eat until they had eaten Conchobar’s food. So the group started their journey at once.
Alas, Conchobar’s treachery knew no bounds. For he had sent Borrach mac Annte to draw Fergus away from them, and this was how he did it.
There was a geas upon Fergus, and it was this: he could not refuse an invitation to a feast. A geas was a powerful thing, and the breaking of it would lead to one’s doom.
Borrach met up with the group on the road and invited Fergus to several feasts. Fergus grew red with anger and cursed Borrach, saying it was ill-done of him to pick today of all days to invite him to a feast. Borrach would not rescind his invitations and so Fergus was caught between his promise to see the sons of Uisliu safely to Conchobar and his old geas.
“What should I do?” Fergus asked Noisiu.
Derdriu said, “Do what you want, friend Fergus. If you prefer to forsake us for a feast, then by all means do so. Leaving us is surely a good price to pay for a feast.”
“I won’t forsake you,” he said. “I’ll send my son Fiacha on with you and my own word of honor as well. And there will be Dubthach and Cormac as well.”
But Dubthach and Cormac chose to remain with Fergus, leaving only Fergus’ son Fiacha to accompany the sons of Uisliu and Derdriu.
“We give you thanks,” said Noisiu to Fiacha, “since none but our own hands have ever defended us in combat.” They were angry with Borrach, and left quickly.
Fergus was gloomy about that but trusted that the whole of Éire could not defeat Fiacha.
“Noisiu,” Derdriu said, “I will give you some advice, although you will not listen to it.”
Noisiu drew her closer. “What is this advice of yours, O Derdriu?”
“Tonight we should go back to our island and remain there until Fergus has finished with his feast. Thus his word will be fulfilled and we may continue onward with him as safeguard.”
“That is evil advice,” Fiacha said. “My father has sworn to see you safe home today, and I am duty-bound to carry out his oath. Do you doubt his honor? If you turn back now it will be an insult.”
Derdriu was silent for a long time. At last she spoke: “Great is the evil fallen upon us today because of Fergus, since he abandoned us for a feast.” She was greatly sorrowed, for she had only agreed to come back to Éire because of Fergus’ oath to protect them. And then she chanted:
“Great is my grief that I have come
at Fergus’ word, that reckless son of Roich.
I will lament and mourn forevermore—
and my heart is bitter because of it.
O sons of Uisliu—
your last days have come.”
Noisiu chanted in response:
“Say not such things,
O woman as radiant as the sun!
Fergus would not have fetched us
if destruction were in his heart.”
Derdriu chanted:
“Alas, I grieve for you,
O delightful son of Uisliu!
To have left our home in strange lands���
nothing good will come of it.”
They came to the White Cairn of the Watching, on Sliab Fuad. There was a pleasant glen there. Derdriu stayed behind and fell asleep. At first they did not notice she was not with them, but Noisiu, turning to say something to her, let out a cry of startlement.
“What is it?” Annle asked.
“Derdriu is not with us; she must have fallen behind.”
They hurried back and arrived there just as she was waking up. Noisiu knelt beside her. “Why did you stay behind, Derdriu?”
“I fell asleep,” said she, “and as I slept I dreamed.”
“What did you dream of?” he said.
“I saw each of you without a head,” she said. “I grew frightened and woke up.”
“It was only a dream,” he said.
“A sad dream,” she said.
Then they traveled onward to a place known as “the Height of the Willows.” Then Derdriu said to Noisiu, “I see a cloud of blood about your head, and I would give all of you advice!”
“What is your advice, Derdriu?” Noisiu asked.
“To go tonight to Cúchulainn’s place of dwelling and stay there until Fergus comes; or to have Cúchulainn escort us with promises of safety to Conchobar.”
“I am not afraid,” said Noisiu, “so we will not do that. And we have sworn to stop for nothing until we reach Conchobar anyway.”
Derdriu sang a song, then, about the great cloud of blood she saw hanging over Noisiu’s head, but Noisiu ignored this.
They went onwards through the familiar lands, accompanied by Fergus’ son Fiacha, until they came to the green at Emain Macha.
While they had been traveling to Emain, Conchobar had made peace with his old enemy, Eogan mac Durthacht, the king of Fernmag. Eogan was to kill Noisiu and his brothers, and any who opposed this.
So when Derdriu, the sons of Uisliu, and Fiacha came to the green at Emain, Eogan was waiting for them in the middle of it with Conchobar. Hired soldiers surrounded Conchobar so that the sons of Uisliu could not reach him. Behind them, women sat on the ramparts of Emain to watch the fighting.
Eogan and his men came to where the sons of Uisliu stood. Fiacha was standing at Noisiu’s side. Eogan delivered Conchobar’s welcome to Noisiu with a spear thrust so fierce it broke his back. Fiacha grabbed Noisiu and flung himself over him, bringing them both down to the ground. The second spear thrust through Fiacha’s body ended Noisiu. Then the green came alive with battle.
Ardán and Annle defended Derdriu fiercely. They linked their shields together and put her between them, and such was their skill that they slaughtered all those who came against them.
Seeing so many fall, Conchobar turned to Cathbad the druid. “O Cathbad, work some enchantment upon the sons of Uisliu. See their skill and how many they have slain. If they should escape now, Ulster will never be safe from them. I swear if you do this, I will not harm Uisliu’s sons.”
Conchobar’s words were persuasive in the face of all the dead strewn about the green, and Cathbad believed him. He lifted a hand and suddenly a sea, with great waves that crashed like thunder, lay ahead of the sons of Uisliu and Deirdre. Behind them, not two feet away, were the men of Ulster, waiting for the chance to strike. The sea surged ever closer, threatening to engulf them, and the brothers placed Derdriu on their shoulders so that she would be safe from drowning.
With the sons of Uisliu thus trapped, Conchobar ordered someone to kill the brothers. But no man of Ulster moved, for everyone there had borne Noisiu and his brothers great love.
But Eogan mac Durthacht spoke up, saying that he was ready to behead them both.
“Since that is so,” Ardán said, “kill me first, as I am the youngest.”
“No,” Annle said. “Kill me first instead.”
Then Eogan struck a blow that severed the heads of both on the spot, and all the Ulstermen cried out in grief.
Fergus had been told of the treachery of Conchobar, and came now with Dubthach and Cormac to Emain. They entered the green, and saw Noisiu, lying dead under Fiacha’s body, and Ardán and Annle, beheaded by Eogan.
Furious at how his oath had been broken and his son slain, Fergus gave battle to the men of Ulster. Dubthach and Cormac joined him. All three fought fiercely, and many fell by their hand that day, including Cormac’s younger brother Maine.
During the fighting, Deirdre slipped away to the far side of the green, and it was there she happened to meet Cúchulainn, returning to Emain Macha.
“Are you here to betray us too?” she said to him. “The sons of Uisliu lie dead on the green of Emain; you may as well kill the daughter of Fedlimid and lay her with them.”
“Dead? Betrayed?” Cúchulainn asked, and Derdriu told him the whole sorry tale. At this a glint came into his eye and he said, “That is sad news indeed. Who killed them?”
“Eogan mac Durthacht,” she said. “But it was at Conchobar’s demand.”
“Let us go and find them,” Cúchulainn said, “and make sure they have a proper burial.” He had not yet realized that his foster-father Fergus was the one leading the fight against Conchobar and Eogan’s men, and so he did not join the fight himself—though if he had, it would not have gone well for his enemies.
They came to the place where the bodies lay, and Derdriu flung herself down on top of Noisiu and kissed him, her lips red with his blood. “Without the three sons of Uisliu, I am not alive,” she said. “A day spent with them was full of mirth; a day without them a day of mourning. A curse on Conchobar, a curse on Cathbad, a curse on me—I wish I had died, that trickery and floods on my behalf had not killed them!”
And she sang a song of lamentation, refusing to part from the fallen brothers, though Cúchulainn tried to persuade her to flee to safety.
There was much weeping in Emain that day; and not just for the many brave Ulstermen who had fallen at the hands of Fergus, Dubthach, and Cormac. Dubthach slew the women of Ulster, and Fergus burned Emain. Three thousand men joined them when they went to Connacht. Ailill and Medb, the rulers of Connacht, welcomed them—not out of any great love, but because of the enmity between them and Ulster. With Aillil and Medb they found protection, but the exiles’ vengeance did not stop there. There was not a single night that passed from that day without the exiles wreaking more destruction and sorrow upon Ulster.
As for Derdriu, she was with Conchobar a year. During that year she did not smile. She barely ate, she rarely slept. She rested her head on her knee and would not lift it, though Conchobar brought musicians to try and raise her spirits.
When the musicians came, she would chant:
“You say the men of Emain coming home
triumphant is a brilliant sight to see;
I say that more brilliant was the sight
of the sons of Uisliu returning home.
Noisiu bearing mead,
Ardán and Anle bearing meat—
a sweeter supper by far
than any at the table of Conchobar.
The airs you play today lack the music
of Noisiu, who sang like the sea,
of Ardán, who sang bright as sunlight,
of Anle, who sang like the wind in the trees.
I loved Noisiu, the great hero—
loved him to his death.
I don’t sleep, I can’t sleep—
the son of Uisliu will never return.”
If Conchobar tried to calm her, she would say, “What are you thinking, you who heaped sorrow upon me? I might live a hundred years or more, and yet even then I wouldn’t have any love for you. You took the thing I loved most in the world, and I will not see him until I die. I weary of you—I see nothing but the dark stones of the grave covering Noisiu, once so bright and beautiful.”
And if he persisted, she would say to him, “Fergus wronged us, taking us over the sea to you. He sold his honor for a drink. If all the warriors of Ulster gathered before us today, without hesitation I would trade them all for Noisiu. Do not break my heart further today; I am not long for the grave. My sorrows are higher and heavier than the waves of the sea. If you were wise, you would know this.”
One day, Conchobar tired of this and asked, “Who do you hate most?”
“You and Eogan mac Durthecht!” she said.
“Then go live with Eogan for a year,” he said.
He gave her to Eogan, and the next day the three set out for the gathering at Macha. Derdriu was behind Eogan in the chariot. She looked down, so that she would not have to see the two men she hated most. She had sworn that neither of them would have her.
Conchobar had been watching her and Eogan, and when he saw her look down, he said, “Your glance is that of a ewe between two rams, Derdriu, sitting here between me and Eogan.”
Up ahead, there was a big boulder. When she heard him, she leapt up and struck her head upon it, smashing her skull to bits, and she was dead.
Even then, Conchobar was jealous that Noisiu and Derdriu dwellt in death together, and he ordered that their graves be far apart from one another. Yet every morning, the graves were found open, with the lovers inside one of them. To keep them apart, Conchobor had stakes of yew driven through their bodies, and the graves remained closed.
This was the story of Derdriu. Of beauty in death. Beauty brought Derdriu death: the death of the sons of Uisliu, the death of many in Ulster, and lastly her own death.
It was not death itself that was beautiful. The beauty was how Derdriu lived. Destined for a tragic fate even in the womb, was there ever any escape for her? And yet she chose, again and again, to turn away from the path laid out for her. Again and again, she chose the son of Uisliu.
Perhaps that had always been her fate. Or perhaps not. Prophecies are fickle things.
Years passed. Ulster and Connacht went to war. Cúchulainn stood alone against Medb’s invading army, and was later betrayed; death, winged raven, perched on his shoulder. Conchobar heard of the death of Christ and became so angry at the injustice that blood sprang from his head and he died. His eldest son Cormac was invited out of exile to be king of Ulster, and swearing friendship with Aillil and Medb, returned—only to meet death at the hands of men of Connacht. Fergus met death at the hands of Ailill, who met death through the plotting of Medb, who met death by the patient vengeance of one of Conchobar’s sons. Emain Macha was abandoned for Ard Macha close by, which became Armagh, where Saint Patrick built his church.
Two yew trees grew from the stakes in the graves. They grew and grew, until they became so tall that they could entwine with each other at last, centuries later, over the cathedral at Armagh.
Sources: “The Tragical Death of the Sons of Usnach,” The Cuchullin saga in Irish literature, Eleanor Hull (p. 22-53) and “Exile of the Sons of Uisliu,” The Táin, translated by Thomas Kinsella (p. 8-20).
Additional Notes: Because this was meant to make the medieval tales more approachable, in parts of my retelling there may be dialogue and such that read like simplified/altered versions of the original sources. I highly recommend reading the originals, linked below, for a fuller appreciation of the tale, especially Kinsella’s, as in my opinion his translations are the most readable and beautiful of any I’ve read. I’m happy to provide more detail about the adaptation process, the history behind the literature, and the wider context of the Ulster Cycle if anybody has questions.
#inklingschallenge#inklings challenge#four loves fairy tale theme challenge#theme: eros#theme: storge#fairy tale: exile of the sons of uisliu#story: complete#my writing#irish mythology#ulster cycle#wasn't quite sure how to tag it properly because I feel that all four of the types show up in the story#but since they're basically all related and the whole mess is started by a romantic affair I went with those two#this is LONG jsyk#like really long#also in case anybody is interested in the academic side of things:#I tried to stick to the older spellings but I was inconsistent#particularly with the fada I think 😅#(the fada is the little mark above some of the letters)#the ending condenses quite a bit of the rest of the Ulster Cycle#especially the death tales#also also since it isn't really explicitly stated in the original sources#I left out how Noisiu is (I think??) supposed to be a nephew of Conchobar#which tbh would track with the Celtic love triangle (young warrior nephew loves the old king's queen/beloved) that shows up everywhere#Arthur Guinevere and Lancelot (or Mordred)#Mark Iseult and Tristan#Fionn Grainne and Diarmuid#etc etc#(ask me someday about the Celtic love triangle because I have THOUGHTS)#anyway my point is that everybody here is basically related somehow#even Medb is Conchobar's ex-wife lol
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since im rambling on all things bart allen, my hc is that during the three months gap of legion and him collecting parts for the treadmill the reason why bart didn’t just run to steal everything was cause legion didn’t want to disrupt him out of his schedule to raise suspicions or disturb the time stream too much so he had to maintain his activities as much as possible whilst also aiding them
(he still most probably was a little more distant than usual during that time to everyone around him but nothing too alarm raising that they would’ve suspected him being up to smn)
ALSO might as well go all out and also say i totally HC him and cham as being the bickering guys of the group for that time period like i’m sorry it’s so comic classic that bart and legion don’t see eye to eye so every moment they were like bickering in the show it was like the best thing ever no i am not a normal person i’m sorry
and maybe i also just have an unnatural love for saturn girl but i am also thinking a lot about her and bart being besties sorry not sorry
look my fave moments were all the split seconds we came close to #thetimetravellersclub literally just them standing together was making my lizard brain very happy that scene with them in his backyard and at the end of the season during the wedding was like giving a baby marshmallows idk
#bart allen#kid flash#young justice#impulse#young justice phantoms#dc#yj#losh#young justice animated#saturn girl#chameleon boy#young justice season 4#legion of superheroes
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No one asked and this is old but I wanted to do one for Crow SO
A = affection- PDA, gifts, acts of service. He's super affectionate.
B = best memory- Being invited to NightSongTale.
C = cat or dog person- Cat, even as a high energy Sans he prefers calmer animals.
D = dreams- He dreams of being seen as someone worth being around.
E = evenings- Working at the Club as a bouncer. Or making dinner for his brother and ward.
F = first date- Well dressed, stressed, and trying to hide his nerves. He's made sure to bring a gift tailored to his crush, and takes them out to a lovely restaurant.
G = giggle- 'Mwehahaha!' High energy laugh with an evil twist, though his softer chuckles are more genuine.
H = hugs- LOVES hugs, though he is nervous at first. Soon as he knows you though he's a hugger.
I = instrument- He wants to learn, specifically piano.
J = joy- Being around his loved ones.
K = kisses- Loves all kinds of kisses, loves to sneak them to his partner(s).
L = love- He's a gift giver, also just, super attentive. Back rubs, massages, anything to help his mate relax.
M = memory- Raising his brother.
N = no- *Jay*
O = occupation- Being the bouncer at The Labs is good enough for him!
P = parent- He'd love his little ones and mother hen a bit. Strict but soft, and an absolute force to reckon with if his babies are harmed.
Q = questions- Yep.
R = romantic- Incredibly so, gifts and cuddles and kisses!! All the PDA!!!
S = smile- Watching Cham grow up, seeing his brother happy.
T = together- Immediately he holds their hand, smiles at them always, is always ready for a cuddle.
U = unbearable- The mother henning. Just the worrying.
V = videos- Pictures!
W = wedding- He's not sure, mating marks are more his style and he wouldn't want to leave their other partners out.
X = eXtra- His HP is only 100 so while he's got the Swap Sans energy, he gets Sleepy Days now and then. Emotional events can affect his HP.
Y = yuck- Baby blue. He hates that color so much.
Z = zzzz- Mixed. If he feels safe, he can sleep anywhere. Prone to nightmares though.
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For the character asks: Captain Howzer?
First impression
Gratified by the first portrayal of a baseline clone post O66 who was given room to "breathe" as a character. Before him, all the baseline clones we see in the Bad Batch mostly exist as obstacles to CF99, never shown outside the capacity of doing their jobs during a very tense and stressful time. This portrayal led to discussion on another site where some interpreted that to mean that all chipped clones were as good as unthinking robots now devoid of personality, which to me was like saying that you can get incredibly deep insight into all the complex personality and scintillating humanity of your customs agent based on your brief and fantastically limited interaction with them at the Canadian immigration desk. So I was very glad to see Howzer as a baseline clone shown to have full agency over his own mind, personality (and excellent hair) in tact, making his own decisions, etc.
Impression Now
I can't think of anything that's changed between when the Bad Batch came out and now.
While previously neutral on the inhibitor chip--I thought there was some good cosmic horror in the concept that was worth exploring--talk about Howzer's chip has made me more than a little tired of it. (I don’t have the energy to elaborate on that right now...maybe later.)
Favorite Moment
I liked the significance of how he handled young Hera gathering intel on the Imperial mine and what that said about the kind of character he was going to be. I think that was one of his earlier appearances, and it showed us that he can be flexible in how he interprets and enforces the rules to certain ends. He cares about the people of Ryloth and didn't want the Empire to cause them any more trouble, so he didn't report the incident, trying to balance doing his job with not creating problematic situations for the local people. It hints that he’ll eventually be forced to decide what’s more important to him, what his values are. And he choses the people of Ryloth, of course. :)
Idea for a Story
The only thing I have for him right now is something I started last winter about chronic service-related illness, but it put me in a bad headspace and I don’t want to have to go back there to finish that story.
Unpopular Opinion
Maybe that he’s only ever been stationed on Ryloth, on a 36-month tour and counting? I’m not strongly wedded to that, but for whatever reason I latched on to the idea that he rarely if ever left Ryloth for the duration of the war.
I’m not even aware of popular opinions about Howzer. 😅
Favorite Relationship
His existing relationship with Eleni and Cham, who were clearly not at pains to interact with the local military presence and who seemed to have a good level of familiarity with him. We never get to see the three interact in a casual setting, but I bet they do get along. :) (Yes I very much enjoyed the ship with all three of these characters together too!)
Favorite Headcanon
I like an idea @skierunner came up with sometime last year about the origin of his name. Howzer/his unit interacted a lot with the locals and was on good terms with them. Eventually he faced some difficult emotional/mental struggles and became more reclusive, prompting local Twi'leks to come asking "how's your captain?" in their Ryl accents to ask after him/his health and wellbeing. (I didn't write down Skierunner's idea anywhere and I hope I'm remembering it correctly, but I think Howzer was struggling with alcoholism? Apologies if I have misremembered.)
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ben has been enthusiastically trying to convince me that wearing a giant wooden rosary necklace w/ my second dress (which is very "sacrificial virgin" vibes) would look sick + i do believe him unfortunately but like??? that cant be moral
#altho im reminded of that conversayion of like “you cant appropriate catholocism bc they try and bring it anywhere anyway” lol#cham's wedding
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Snackpoint Charlie: music from foreign, obscure, and forgotten genres, as well as some not yet invented. Live Weds March 6 at 10pm on WGXC 90.7-FM in upstate New York, and streaming live online 24/7 at wgxc.org. It’s been a minute between last week’s show broadcast and the playlist being posted, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy, oh no
Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 134 - 2024.03.06
https://wavefarm.org/radio/wgxc/schedule/8tnc5r
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PLAYLIST
1) Maria Mazzotta - “Sula Nu Puei Stare (feat. Bombino)” from ONDE
https://mariamazzotta.bandcamp.com/album/onde
2) Ngozi Family - “I Wanna Know” from DAY OF JUDGEMENT
https://ngozifamily.bandcamp.com/album/day-of-judgment
3) Panbers - “Haai” from THOSE SHOCKING SHAKING DAYS: INDONESIAN HARD, PSYCHEDELIC, PROGRESSIVE ROCK AND FUNK 1970-1978
https://nowagainrecords.bandcamp.com/album/va-those-shocking-shaking-days
https://www.discogs.com/master/1052682-Panbers-Volume-1
(underbeds:)
Pinchas Gurevich - “Trivia Owes me Money” and “Memory Temple Fragments”
4) Orchestre Maquis Original - “Angeluu” from ZANZIBARA / VOLUME Nº1
https://ouchrecords.bandcamp.com/album/zanzibara-volume-n-1
5) Khruangbin - “A Love International” from A LA SALA
https://khruangbin.bandcamp.com/track/a-love-international
6) Cortége - “The Relentless Sun” from UNDER THE ENDLESS SKY
https://cortege.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-endless-sky
7) La Lom - “Alacrán” from LA LOM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-mtmOvIRBo
https://thelalom.com
8) Rail Band - “Sunanh” from FOLK RAIL SERIE 1
https://mississippirecords.bandcamp.com/album/rail-band
9) Alkibar Junior - “Soukabe Mali” from MUSIC FROM SAHARAN WHATSAPP 04
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-alkibar-junior-bring-music-back-to-mali
http://alkibar.bandcamp.com
10) Mdou Moctar - “Funeral for Justice” from FUNERAL FOR JUSTICE
https://mdoumoctar.bandcamp.com/album/funeral-for-justice
11) Emahoy Tsege Mariam Gebru - “Clouds Moving on the Sky” from SOUVENIRS
https://emahoytsegemariamgebru.bandcamp.com/album/souvenirs
12) Houssam Gania - “Moussa Barkiyo” from MOSAWI SWIRI
https://houssamgania.bandcamp.com/album/mosawi-swiri
13) Mol Kamach & Baksey Cham Krong - “Adios Maman Chérie” from JE TE QUITTERAI
https://akuphone.bandcamp.com/album/je-te-quitterai
14) Mecca Normal - “Malachi” from MALACHI / BLUE SKY AND BRANCHES
https://thebusinessanacortes.com/shop/malachi-bw-blue-sky-and-branches-by-mecca-normal-45/
https://meccanormal.bandcamp.com/track/malachi-acoustic-free
including the last words of Aaron Bushnell
https://www.teenvogue.com/story/aaron-bushnell-palestine-who-was-he
15) Tom Recchion - “The Final Fattening” from CHAOTICA
https://www.discogs.com/release/207305-Tom-Recchion-Chaotica
16) Nurse with Wound - excerpts from THE MUSTY ODOUR OF PIERCED RECTUMS
https://www.discogs.com/release/1329827-Nurse-With-Wound-The-Musty-Odour-Of-Pierced-Rectums-A-Collection-Of-Obsolete-Primitive-Variations
https://nursewithwound1.bandcamp.com/album/the-musty-odour-of-pierced-rectums
17) Negativland - “Voice Inside My Head” from DISPEPSI
https://negativland.com/products/017-negativland-dispepsi
18) Milo Silva w/Nina Violet - “Peace & Beauty (Be With Me)” from WILTING / PARTING
https://soundcloud.com/johnny-style-1/sets/milo-silva-w-nina-violet
19) Hanky Family - “Forests of Nula” from STAR FINDER EP
https://rrrs.bandcamp.com/album/star-finder-ep
20) Maya Shenfeld - “Analemma” from ANALEMMA
https://mayashenfeld.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-sun
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I Threw Up...
When I was 12 or 13 I'm not sure, it was my uncle's wedding and I was forced to wear a dress because "You're a girl, act and look like one" (Fuck you guys, I'm not)
Anyway, after taking a shower, taking something for the fever I had and dealing with my period hitting ON THAT EXACT DAY.
Got makeup and hair done, left to the venue.
So while we were waiting for the ceremony to start, I had at least two glasses of (non-alcoholic) champagne (Why is it spelled Cham-pag-ne like-).
Anyways the thing started and we all stood up, I started to feel really dizzy and sick but I stayed standing because I wanted to be nice, to not "make it all about me."
Just as they kissed, I ran out to the left corner of the area, near where they were standing and guess what?
I
Threw
Up.
I threw up all over the side of my dress and cried the fake eyelashes and makeup off.
Somehow my uncle didn't notice and said to me:
"At least you didn't grab me and bring me down with ya."
Still feel horrible about that because that was the second time I ever met his (now) wife.
That was the first wedding I ever went to by the way...
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My Bhutan trip!!!!
Thimphu
National Memorial Chorten - built in memory of His Majesty King Jigme Dorji Wangchuck
National Institute for Traditional Medicine
Buddha Dordenma Statue “Buddha Point”
Jungshi Paper factory
Tashichho Dzong – seat of government since 1955, the throne room and offices of the King
Gangtey & Trongsa & Bumthang
Phobjikha Valley - Black Necked Cranes
Dochula Pass – built by HM Queen Mother Gyalyum Ashi Dorji Wangmo Wangchuck
Gangtey Monastery - Nyingma
Trongsa & Bumthang
Pele La Pass
Trongsa Dzong
Ta Dzong - Watchtower and National Museum of Bhutan (raven crowns and royal memorabilia)
Yotong La Pass
Jakar Dzong - founded by Ngagi Wangchuck, great-grandfather of Zhabdrung Ngawang Namgyal
Jambey Lhakhang - built by Tibetan King Songtsen Gyampo
Kurjey Lhakhang - Guru Rinpoche’s body print, remains of first three Kings
Tamshing Geomba - established by Pema Lingpa - Nyingma - kora
Swiss Farm
Membartsho “Burning Lake” holy site (sacred treasures revealed by Pema Lingpa)
Punakha
Chimi Lhakhang Monastery - The Fertility Temple blessed by Lama Drukpa Kunley "The Divine Madman", & Sopsokha traditional village
Punakha Dzong – royal wedding 2011, coronation of the first Druk Gyalpo Ugyen Wangchuck, residence of Zhung Dratshang (Central Monk Body), capital from 1637-1907, first national assembly in 1953
Po Chhu Longest Suspension Bridge
Khamsum Yulley Namgyal Chorten – built by HM Queen Mother Gyalyum Ashi Tshering Yangdon Wangchuck
Gasa - Laya
2-3hr drive to Gasa, 2-3hr drive to Koina, walk 12 miles to farmhouse at Laya
Royal Highland Festival (good chance of seeing the King and Queen!!!)
Thimphu
Folk Heritage Museum
Simply Bhutan
Weekend market, Norzin Lam Street shopping, hopefully buy a lavender Kira
National Institute for Zorig Chusum – 13 traditional arts of Bhutan
Royal Academy of Performing Arts RAPA – folk music, Cham, Zhungdra or Boedra performances, Dzongkha music
Royal Textile Academy
Motithang Takin Preserve
National Library
Handicrafts Emporium
Simtokha Dzong
Dechen Phodrang Monastery
Ludrong Memorial Garden
Paro
Rinpung Dzong – Drukpa-Kagyu
Nyamai Zam - Covered bridge
Kyichu Lhakhang - built by Tibetan King Songtsen Gyampo
Paro Taktsang Monastery “Tiger’s Nest”
Chencho Farm Weaving House
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What Are The Popular Music And Dance Forms Of Leh Ladakh ?
Importance Of Music And Dance In Leh Ladakh
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The Role Of Traditional Music And Dance Forms In the Community
If you're planning an adventure trip to Leh Ladakh, don't miss out on the opportunity to experience the region's rich cultural heritage.
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Leh Ladakh is not just about adventure treks and atv adventures near me, it is also a place where you can immerse yourself in the local culture and witness traditional music and dance forms.
Here are some of the popular music and dance forms of Leh Ladakh that you can explore during go on an adventure:
Mask Dance (Cham): The Mask Dance, also known as Cham, is a traditional dance form performed by monks during religious festivals and events. It is a colorful and lively dance where the performers wear elaborate masks and costumes. The dance is accompanied by the rhythmic beats of drums and cymbals.
Folk Songs: Leh Ladakh is known for its soulful folk songs that reflect the region's cultural heritage. These songs are sung during social events such as weddings, festivals, and celebrations. They are accompanied by traditional instruments such as the surna, a wind instrument, and the daman, a percussion instrument.
Shondol Dance: The Shondol Dance is a traditional dance form of the Brokpa community in Ladakh. It is a unique dance form where the performers weave intricate patterns with long strips of cloth. The dance is accompanied by traditional songs and instruments.
Surna and Daman: Surna and Daman are two traditional musical instruments commonly used in Leh Ladakh. The surna is a wind instrument similar to a trumpet, while the daman is a percussion instrument similar to a drum. These instruments are played during music performances and dances.
Yak Dance: The Yak Dance is a popular dance form performed during festivals in Ladakh. The performers wear colorful costumes and mimic the movements of yaks, a common animal in the region.
If you want to experience these music and dance forms during your adventure trip or adventure treks, you can attend festivals and events that showcase these cultural traditions.
The Hemis Festival and Ladakh Festival are two popular events where you can witness traditional dance performances. Many local organizations also offer workshops and classes for visitors who want to learn more about these cultural traditions.
In conclusion, Leh Ladakh is not just about adventure near me, adventure treks, and ATV adventures. It is also a place where you can explore the local culture and witness traditional music and dance forms. So, don't miss out on the opportunity to go on an adventure and immerse yourself in the cultural heritage of Leh Ladakh.
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US Bombing of Cambodia—Still Counting the Dead
America’s 1969-75 "Sideshow" war in Cambodia is overshadowed by the horrors of the Pol Pot era that followed, but the human cost may have been greater than previously thought. From the cool comfort of his office in Phnom Penh in late 1999, Hun Sen cast his mind back to the early 1970s and his tough days as a Khmer Rouge officer battling the US-backed Lon Nol government. It is still not known how many Cambodians died then. The US began secretly bombing Cambodia in 1969 in a vain attempt to cut Vietcong supply lines along the Ho Chi Minh Trail from Laos. As the conflict escalated, the fighting and US bombing, which peaked in 1973, cut deep into the populated areas of central Cambodia [see map]. "If you ask me why I joined the Khmer Rouge, the main reason is because of the American invasion," said Hun Sen. "If there was no invasion, by now, I would be a pilot or a professor." He was wounded five times, most seriously on April 16, 1975, when the Khmer Rouge were closing a noose around the capital. It cost him his left eye and, as Sihanouk once said, left him with "a piratical look attractive to women." But he survived. The number of Cambodians who died before Pol Pot took power has been less researched than the period following. At least 1.7 million are thought to have died from execution, starvation, overwork and medical neglect by January 1979 when Vietnamese and renegade Khmer Rouge forces "liberated" the country. Some genocide investigators believe the 1975-9 holocaust tally could rise to over two million as more mass graves are discovered and mapped. Inevitably, with the limited forensic work done so far, there will be questions about when some of those graves were actually filled. "Many of those killed in the bombing were just vaporized," notes Craig Etcheson, a leading American researcher. "According to documents and research, the figures for people who died during that time [1969-75], would be around 700,000 to 800,000," Hun Sen estimated. Some Western demographers and scholars have come up with similar estimates, placing "excess deaths" in the 6-800,000 range. But Etcheson cautions that this is a "terribly difficult question— one about which there is no scholarly consensus and not enough empirical data to resolve in any satisfactory way. "Most of them were not army but civilians," said Hun Sen. "Some villages were totally destroyed." He recalled a personal close call in early 1973 in a village near his base in Kompong Cham province where he had attended a wedding. In the early hours of the following morning, B52s struck. "Everybody died except for one small child who was still sucking the breast of its dead mother. That is the tragedy we suffered." In Sideshow, author William Shawcross reports the story of a young air force captain, Donald Dawson, who was court-martialed for refusing to fly after learning that a Cambodian wedding party had been "boxed" by B52s. "It forced him, he said, to realize that Cambodians were human beings and to recognize that non-military targets were being hit," wrote Shawcross. One US diplomat at the embassy in Phnom Penh in 1973, where the bombing was being orchestrated, was appalled to discover that the size of a B52 "box" made it almost impossible not to hit a village in central Cambodia. Records of early B52 raids along the Ho Chi Minh trail and along the border with South Vietnam were destroyed, but other declassified records from the US military indicate heavy bombing of more populous central and southwest Cambodia. Hun Sen’s estimates are nevertheless significantly higher than many. Pulitzer prize winner Neil Sheehan only hazards a guess, writing that "hundreds of thousands of Cambodians died." A Cambodian who was an aid worker in 1975 puts the figure at less than 100,000. The US by contrast can offer much more detailed figures for the entire Vietnam War: 58,215 dead are listed on the Vietnam War memorial in Washington. Some 2,000 Americans remain unaccounted for as missing in action (MIA)—about five percent of the annual toll to handguns in the US. Together, Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam count their dead in millions, not tens of thousands. "The Vietnamese have, in short, suffered more in one year of peace with honor than America experienced in a decade of war," acknowledged one US Senate Refugee Subcommittee in the mid 1970s. The three countries, all now members of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (Asean), met in Vientiane in 1999, primarily to discuss regional cooperation in communications, transport and power. Starved of infrastructure, Cambodia and Laos are both in need of eastern exits to Vietnam’s markets, ports and the world beyond. Cambodia is particularly keen on Qui Nhon port. But Hun Sen had another item on his agenda in Vientiane. "I could not fail to mention during the discussions tripartite cooperation on the question of [US] MIAs," he said. "Cambodia leads on the question of MIAs.
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