#fel's dw

[warlordfelwinter]

I wonder what I'd be, without you

#it's time for fel makes herself sad with rapidly done art #fel's dw #doodles #thoschei #eh i'll throw this in the main tag i like it #doctor who #koschei's expression looks much softer when he's right side up

[tinkerbitch69]

Ok, one thing I love about big finish is I can immediately go on their site and find out they not only have content starring such a niche and obscure character as Suzie Costello in a lead role but also an audio drama where she teams up with an equally obscure character like Blon Fel-Fotch Pasameer-Day Slitheen, a team up which is probably only a big deal to me but they did it anyway because they have the rights to almost of all of the whoniverse so they’re damn well gonna use ‘em! Because why not?!

We whovians really are spoiled for eu material compared to other fandoms.

#big finish #big finish audios #doctor who #dw #doctor who fandom #torchwood #torchwood fandom #suzie costello #blon fel-fotch pasameer-day slitheen #slitheen #whoniverse #whovian

[handdrawnfantasma]

honestly the more i think about it the more i am OBSESSED with how what the Master was doing in TPOTD feels like the natural endpoint to his arc. like, it is far and away not the ONLY way things could have gone for him but it’s like one of those tragedies where the line you trace from A to B seems like an inevitable result of the character’s choices you know? the line from 12 trying to get Missy to be more like him -> Missy getting sabotaged by her own past self and seemingly abandoned by the Dr -> dh!master discovering the truth of TTC in the matrix and coming to the conclusion that the Doctor has always been better than him, more special than him, that they’ve never actually been equals and never had a chance to be -> trying hard to level the playing field by dragging her down to his level, pushing her to the point where she would kill both of them (and what’s left of their shared childhood ie the planet with all those memories on) by her own hand (“Become death, become me”) -> this plan doesn’t WORK and so of course the only thing left is to go the other way and to very literally become the Doctor instead, steal their body and identity and completely wipe them from existence. the line from trying to emulate 12′s idea of goodness on a surface level while pointing out that actually 12′s idea of good isn’t absolute -> whatever he was up to in Spyfall dialling the performative evil up to 11 to try and regain his identity as the Dr’s counterweight -> a little piece of you is in me, all that i am is somehow because of you and believe me when i say i cannot BEAR that -> an army of cybermasters born from you but led by me -> become death become me -> i’m going to force you to regenerate into me now I am the Doctor -> i have erased you, don’t make me go back to being me

this post barely even counts as meta really, i’m just turning him over and over in my mind, but i guess i just love how it’s so very easy to see how he got there?? he just couldn’t let this idea go that the Doctor is better than him because of what they are, when actually anyone who’s spent like 10 minutes with the Doctor could have told them that what makes the Doctor the Doctor is what they choose to do and who they choose to be. it’s the attempt. you know? which is why Yaz succeeds where he fails. i don’t really know where i was going with this so i’m going to stop before this becomes unwieldy but gosh i am MANY thoughts head fit to BURSTING

#honestly i could have a lot to say abt how 13 and dh!master's arcs are like light mirror vs dark mirror regarding the theme of identity #but i would want to actually organise my thoughts into something more coherent first HAHA #needless to say they're the same they're the exact opposite they're two sides of the same coin they have their backs against-- #each other and neither of them is willing to turn round you see what i'm driving at right #this post is a Mess! i would apologise but you all just have to deal with it i'm afraid #fel livebagels the space hobo show #dw spoilers

[transfemsamwinchester]

girls with mediocre boyfriends i stg

#i’m drunk but i just had to comfort my much drunker roommate to slee over her shitty boyfriend #the word of chuck #alcohol mention #i love her but her man ain’t shit and she needs to dump him #also dw i made sure she fel aslee on her stomach

[he-goes-down]

Idk if u do requests but can u do a rly good slash angst where maybe he says smth hiiigh n they get into argument and then make up sex

I DO REQUESTS DW BOOKIE

ILL TRY MY BEST I HAVENT DONE ANGST IN AGES

This is absolute dookie i apologize you can shoot me in the face with a bazooka if you wish

Masterlist

Love Lies

Pairing: Slash x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected p in v and angst , argument, fighting, crying and mention of addiction

Second Person POV:

It had been weeks since you and Slash actually had a normal conversation or even done couple things. Since the realise of the album and the money racked in, he spent the money on drugs on booze and to town everyday, coming back home late and completely out of it. You were home alone most of the time, your quality time was gone. Any time together was gone.

It was 1 am. Again. You lied in bed, rubbing your fingers together. Nervousness. You tried to give him another chance and wait for him to return. You had enough of this waiting and stressing. You turned off the bedside light and turned on your side holding the covers with irritation.

3 am rolls around, you were in a sleeping, and anxious state. But it was finally getting to you being so tired that you could drift to sleep. As you drifted Slash had came in, drunk. Falling onto the bed, groaning and mumbling. You didn’t realise he was there until the bed creaked and he slumped an arm over your waist and tried pulling you closer. You groaned in annoyance and pushed his arm off you, shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He was confused, that drunken confusion turned into drunken anger. “Hey!” He shouted with a groggy groan. He tried to out his arms around you again but you pushed him off again with a-lot more irritation. “What the fuck is the problem?” He yelled. You quickly turned on the light next to your bed side and sat up to look at him. “Are you serious?” You asked with disgust. “The problem is you coming home every night at 3 am. Saul I don’t even see you during the day! At all!” You told him. Calling him Saul drove a stake through his heart and sobered him up real fast, you’d never call him that, and now he could see you were dead serious and angry. “But-…” “But fucking what? Hm? You need to be drinking so much? You need to be around all those girls 24/7? What happened to ‘your girl’?” You shut him up. He always called you his girl and showed you off to everyone he knew. But now it was like you were invisible and forgotten. “I’m… Sorry.” He sputtered. You just rolled your eyes and groaned a ‘mhm’. You got out of the bed, “I’m going to sleep on the couch. Night.” You said as you walked to the door. Slash speed and scrambled off the bed.

“No baby please…” He said as he grabbed you arm pulling you to stay. You tried to get your arm away from his grasp but he just didn’t let go. “Please.” He begged. Your eyes went from his hand that held you to his eyes. Sparkling with tears that were forming, his face laced with worry. “ I don’t want to hear it.” You said. But you wanted to, you wanted him to say sorry and everything go back to normal. But how would you know if it will turn back. “Please baby, I’m sorry.” He pleaded. Tears now falling down his cheeks. God you couldn’t do this when he cried. Fuck it broke you. You stopped struggling under his grasped and gave him a sincere look. You went to hug him and he hugged you back holding you tight. Crying into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed. You were about to cry as-well, but still so much rage was filled in you. “I don’t want too either.” You told him. Thoughts were still spinning in your head as to if he’ll change. But you gave him that chance. “I love you honey.” You kissed his cheek getting out of the hug. You then told him how you still needed to cool down and that he needed to start doing something about his drinking and partying problems. You were going to walk out if the bedroom again, but Slash fell to his knees and began. “Baby please, I need you with me now.” He said, his eyes still watery.

“I’ll make it up to you, right now.” He said as he pleaded. You looked at him quizzically. “I’ll help you…” He began to speak again. His hands now on your legs trailing your thighs. “Cool down.” He finished and he began kissing your bare inner thighs and then your clothed area. You whined, you missed the feeling of him pleasing you. This was definitely making up for it. He looked up at you, his fingers moving away the fabric of your short pyjama pants, and feeling your already wet cunt. “Oh god fuck.” You moaned as he slowly entered your pussy with his two thick fingers. Stretching you out as he watched your head fling back with lust. He began to pump in and out of you. Curling his fingers and pressing against your sweet spot, making your stomach turn and legs buckled. He smirked as he watched you moan his name. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine, and pushed you onto the bed. Spreading your legs and pulling your pants down with one swift move. Then putting your legs over his shoulders and planting his face onto your pussy. Kissing and licking your pussy. “Fuck-… Slash…” you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. Slash sucked on your clit as he put his fingers back into you. Finger fucking you whilst your wet coated his fingers and dripped down his big hand. You clenched around his fingers as his tongue flicked your clit, making you writhe under him as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. “Oh fuck!” Your head flew back onto the bed as you came all over his fingers and moaned curses. He pulled out his dripping fingers and licked them, getting every last drop of you in his mouth. You sighed as he now crawled on top of you, kissing your passionately. Tasting yourself as his tongue found his way into your mouth. His hips grinding against yours, feeling his big hard on against your bare cunt. “Slash… please…” you begged against his mouth. Now it was your turn to plead for him. “What is it baby?” He asked as his kiss went to attack you neck. “Fuck me.” You said. You hadn’t had his dick in you in ages and your body was begging for him. “Anything you say doll.” He told you. Taking off his clothes and tossing it to the floor before positioning himself at your aching pussy. His dick was bigger than you had remembered, you whimpered at the sight of it. He slowly penetrating you and stretching your pussy out even more. “Fuck, I love you…” he groaned as you clenched tightly around him. His head slumping in the crook of your neck. His hands held your legs pushing it back into you to get the right angle to pound into you. You moaned as he bottomed out. He pulled out swiftly and pushed back into you, hips snapping and a loud slap echoed. You screamed as he perfectly hit your g spot, making you cry with pleasure. He groaned with each thrust into you, god he could cry again, just thinking that he would have lost this from his recklessness, how could he have ever gave you up. You were so perfect in his mind. You were his and he was showing the neighbours just how much you belonged to him. You moaned loudly with each deep and fast thrust. His cock twitching inside of you as he was reaching his end. “God baby, I’m gonna cum.” He sighed, you were too, he felt you clench hard around him as his thrusts got sloppy and you both came at the same time. You coating his dick with your slick and him coating your walls with his cum.

“I’m so sorry honey, I love you so much.”

“I forgive you baby.”

A/n: THIS IS MY WORST WORK EVER IM SO SO SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER 🙁 You can yell at me all you want I apologise 🤞

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash gnr #duff gnr #izzy gnr #axl gnr #steven gnr #slash x reader #slash smut

[datingjaeminfr]

+ ONLY ME + LEE FELIX

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst (maybe? idk I'm not smart)

WARNINGS: Influence of alcohol (Felix x Reader are only tipsy dw), Degrading, Cum play, Dirty talk, Mentioning of exhibiting (idk what word to put instead), Hickeys, Rough sex, (uhm probably smth else that idk so apologies if I missed smth.)

Summary: Maybe you should flirt with other people more often.

Note: I was struggling to write the Renjun fic but I'll be posting the PT.1 of it soon.

Felix sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of soju, when a very drunk Han stumbled over to him. Felix raised a brow, momentarily wondering if he was alright, only to remember he was a lightweight. Placing the empty glass down, he turned towards the older, opening his mouth to speak only to get interrupted. "Hey dude, isn't that your boyfriend, [name], over there?" Han slurred out pointing towards you. Felix glanced over only to do double take upon seeing an unknown guy with you. You were chatting and laughing with a dark haired man that had started talking to you a bit earlier. Even from a distance Felix could easily tell that he was flirting with you. Anger built up inside of him as he watched. "Yes Han. That is indeed [name]." His tone held light anger, an oppose as to how he was feeling.

Han hummed, "I swear I saw him flirting with that guy a bit earlier." His words were jumbled together, "Not sure. Can't remember." He mumbled drunkenly. "Oh really?" Felix questioned, a tight smile apparent on his face. "Mhm," the other responded before whining aloud, "Where's Binnie? I want to see if he wants to prank Chan with me." Felix couldn't help but giggle at his hyung's childishness. "Sorry Hannie, I haven't seen him in a while." Han pouted at his dongsaeng's response. Quickly forgetting what he was upset about he suddenly perked up, parting ways from Felix he raced off energetically to bother Hyunjin.

Once he was gone Felix turned back to see what the situation between you and the stranger was. Rage coursed through him upon seeing that you were, like Han had said, flirting with the taller man. Glaring at him, Felix stood up, stretching. He walked calmly towards the two of you, a blank expression replacing his previous one. Weaving through the crowd, he called out to you as he neared, "[name]!" You turned at the familiar voice, face paling as you spotted your boyfriend. "O-oh Felix, hi." You stuttered out awkwardly due to the fact that you most definitely got caught.

The unknown interrupted, "C'mon babe, this guy isn't important. Lets go do something." A suggestive smirk crossed his sharp features. Felix smirked, an eyebrow raising as he looked between the two of you, "Babe? Not important?" His tone held disbelief that was doused in sarcasm. "Lix please. It's not like that, I promise baby." You cut in, desperation clear in your voice. "Baby?" The other questioned in confusion, tilting his head. "Doesn't seem like it love. To me it looked like you were ready to leave with this... Thing." Felix looked at the man as though he had just found a dead rat in the walls. "Fel-" He cut you off. "No [name]. You made your choice." He turned on his heel, beginning to stalk away. You looked after him with teary eyes. Glancing at the stranger for a split second, you ran after your boyfriend.

"Felix, please." You clung to his arm in an attempt to get him to let you explain yourself. He didn't respond, shrugging you off of him as he kept walking. He headed through the back, stalking into the private room you two had hired. You followed him, tears running down your face, still trying to get him to listen. You had barely shut the door behind you when he slammed you into it, eyes meeting yours. They were full of anger and disappointment, breaking your heart even further. "Why [name]? Why? Am I not good enough? I know I didn't do anything wrong so that must be it." He demanded an answer from you. "N-no you are good enough-" You started. "Then why!?" He yelled.

You couldn't come up with an answer, Felix punching the wall next to your head in anger. Roughly grabbing you, he threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. Your eyes widened in fear, you knew how he could get when in a mood, but this was the worst you had seen. "You know what? If he wants you I'll paint you with my marks. And when you go running back to him, he won't want you. Not with this ugly reminder that you belong to someone else. You'll be forced to come back to me to feel even a little bit wanted." He pinned your body down with his, holding your wrists and stopping you from escaping. Leaning down, he sucked harshly on your neck, bruises already forming as he marked you in every place he could reach. You cried out in pain at how rough he was being.

Ignoring your pleas he ripped your shirt off, the buttons popping as the clothing was tugged from your being. The same happened to your trousers and boxers, the articles of clothing disappearing as though it was simply air. Wrapping a hand around your dick, he suddenly pumped it at an extremely fast pace. Felix kissed you forcefully, shoving his tongue into your mouth, dominating you but without the usual passion he had. A broken moan left your lips, the man swallowing it up hungrily. He squeezed your shaft, tightening his grip without a care about how you felt. A small screech left you at the sudden pain. The salty liquid was running down your face heavier than before, throat sore from sobbing so hard. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes swollen and red, hair already messy and sticking out in different directions. You looked like a complete mess and he had barely even started.

"Stop crying whore, it's annoying. You don't deserve to cry after you were the one that tried to leave." Felix growled out. Your body spasmed rapidly, the muscles contracting and relaxing as he forced you into an orgasm. White strings of hotness covered yours and Felix's chests and stomachs, or in Felix’s case, abs. "Already cumming like the slut you are, huh? Did I tell you to cum?" He demanded, slapping you. "N-no!" You sobbed out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to master! Please master, I promise I didn't!" You cried hysterically, fear causing you to shake uncontrollably. Felix shook his head in dismay and anger, "You just can't do anything right, can you?" He undressed himself, hitting the tip of his cock against your hole teasingly.

Lining up with your entrance, he rested the tip against you. "No! Please no! Felix don't!" You screamed out. "Wrong name." He slapped you again before slamming his hard into you. You screeched in pure pain, "Master! Slow down, it hurts!" He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, almost too fast to be considered human. "Who are you to order me around, slut? You're underneath me, making me the boss of you." He snarled. "Learn your place whore. You're just a bitch for his masters cock. And I'll make sure that's the only thing you're seen as from now on." You were so fucked out by now that you immediately believed him, yet begged him not to tell anyone.

"Why would I need to tell anyone? With how loud you are they probably already know. I bet everyone in the club can hear you." He shamed you carelessly, his lips lifting up into a taunting smirk, "You'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking exhibitionist. You'd love everyone to hear me fucking you senseless on my dick. You want everyone to cover you in their juices until there’s not even a visible patch of skin left to see. You want them to jerk off over you." The tightening feeling in your stomach grew into a massive knot. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Let me cum, I can't hold it." Felix grunted, his dick twitching inside of you. He was close. "You better not cum before I do, cumslut." He spat, his voice was hoarse as he neared the beginning of his orgasm.

"Gonna fill your little hole up. You'll be walking around with my cum in your anus forever. A constant reminder of me. Tell me. Would that rat of yours have ever been able to fuck you like me?" He taunted you, challenging you to so much as try to orgasm before him. The pain you felt made you see bright white. "No! Nobody can fuck me like you can! No one! Only you! Think of you all the time, all day, everyday. Only you. It's always only you." Your confession sent Felix over the edge, releasing endlessly into your abused hole. You clenched around him as you also came hard.

Breathing heavily, you watched as Felix pulled out. He dragged a finger over your swollen hole. You whined at the overstimulation as he gathered the cum that spilt out of you. He mixed it in with the cum on your abs, shoving it back into you. Wiping the rest of it, he sucked it off his fingers, passing it into your mouth with a kiss and forcing you to swallow. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lips. Twirling it around his fingers, he put them in your mouth, watching as you naturally swirled your tongue around his digits.

"You're mine, you hear me? Nobody else can have you. Only me."

#skz smut #stray kids #lee felix #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #stray kids felix #gay smut #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #lee felix x reader #male reader #kpop smut

[llyfrenfys]

Dysgais Gymraeg fel ail iaith, felly fi'n trio "fi'n" ac iaith anffurfiol arall ar hyn o bryd. Roeddwn i'n defnyddio "dw i", ond fi'n teimlo fel dysgwr newydd bob tro yn sgwennu "dw i".

#luke's originals #cymraeg #welsh #iaith

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Dw i ar fynd i'r gwely, ac dw i jyst wedi sylweddoli falle bydd mwy o Tory-fyckeri i'w darllen pan bydda i'n deffro, achos cylchfaoedd amser.

Falle! Gawn ni weld. Fi'n gobeithio am fwy o resignations, fel digwyddodd gyda Bid Dog. Fi'n disgwyl datblygiad gyda'r Llythyrau Dim Hyder o leiaf.

#politik #asks #the second clownfall of 2022 #tymblr

[cythraul]

It's Speak Your Language Day.

Bydda i'n defnyddio'r dydd 'ma i siarad am y lle ble ro'n i'n dysgu Cymraeg. Bydda i'n trio ei wneud o heb geiriadur.

Pan ro'n i yn prifysgol, edrychais i ar y gwefan "A Welsh Course", gan Mark Nodine. Mae'r gwefan wedi mynd, nawr. Hefyd, roedd gen i lyfr o'r enw "Teach Yourself Welsh". Roedd y gwefan yn syml, ac roedd y llyfr yn ddrwg.

Yn 2012, meddylais i "Dw i'n byw yn y ddinas fwyaf yng Nghanada. Oes rhywle yma lle medra i ddysgu Cymraeg?" Es i i Google, a des i o hyd Eglwys Unedig Gymraeg Dewi Sant, yma yn Toronto. Anfonais i ebost, a dysgais i eu bod nhw rhoi dosbarthiadau Cymraeg! Dechreuais i ddysgu yno ym mis Medi, 2012.

Roedd y tiwtor (fel arfer dwedodd o "tiwtor", nid "athro") yn gweithio yn IT. Roedd y dosbarth yn fach iawn - dau neu dri dysgwyr, weithiau. Roedd o yn llyfrgell yr eglwys. Ro'n i heb wedi mynd i gapell ers lot o flynyddoedd, ond liciais i'r lle 'na.

Ro'n i'n dysgu yno tan Covid 19. Symudon nhw'r dosbarthiadau i Google Meet, ond roedd y dosbarthiadau ar ddydd Sadwrn, yn y bore, ac do'n i ddim eisiau siarad fore Sadwrn pan roedd fy fflatmeit yn cysgu. Peidiais i fynd.

Gwnaeth yr eglwys gau'i drysiau yn 2022. Mae'r gynulleidfa wedi ymuno eglwys arall yn Toronto; dw i ddim yn gwybod os mae'n nhw'n rhoi dosbarthiadau.

#Welsh #Cymraeg #speak your language day #spyld

[my-ghost-monument]

DW Positivity Drive

Saw @jolivira doing this - a drive to share what we love about doctor who - and wanted to spread some more positivity! Heads up, it's mostly about 13's era, lol.

Thirteen. She's just - ahhhh. My absolute favourite doctor ever. I never knew how much I wanted to see a woman playing the doctor until I watched 13. I love her energy, how she moves and bounds across the screen, how she delivers her awe-speeches and her anger too (her rage against the Master is just *chef's kiss*). Her way of delivering emotion too. I also love her outfit! It's so cool. The magenta shirt is a favourite, but I love her coat the best.

Thasmin. What can I say about this, other than it's everything I ever wanted? I've shipped Yaz and 13 since their first ever episode. I fel the vibes from them, and to see it be canon on screen is a feeling that will never leave. I adore the way they interact together, especially as s12 hits and that slow burn/crush/feelings make themselves obvious. Their hints that are scattered in s12 are magical - the lingering look in Praxeus, the comparison with Bryon and the 'get off me, Yaz' bits are just more ahhhh! I love how it pans over into flux (the hug!! The way they fly the TARDIS together!!) and into the love story of the specials.

Which need their own point: the 13 specials. All of them are just such favourites. Time loops and daleks and love confessions! And then LOTSD is one of the eps I will always remember just watching with my jaw dropped in amazement. And TPOTD is, imo, one of the best finales in dw. The independance and beautiful drive Yaz has. The hand/arm touch when 13's regenerating. The bridal carry! The implict and very much there intimacy the two have, where it's almost like the viewer is intruding.

Yaz Khan. I adore Yaz. She's one of my favourite companions. Her journey through the series - how she grows and develops herself. Yaz's arc is so subtle and beautiful and amazing, and it really shines now her whole era is done. She's such a good character, and I love how she stopped taking 13's shit and confronted her, and actually got so much of 13 told to her, and got to experience her first taste of love. How she'll be able to go on in her life now knowing what she's capable of, and that she deserves everything. And I will always love the fact that she can fly the TARDIS.

And of course, Mandip and Jodie specifically, because their acting was phenomenal. Towards the thasmin scenes and in general too.

Thirteen's TARDIS. It's honestly so beautiful. I love the colouring and the vibes, and how warm and cost it could feel and how cold and alien it looked in s12. It's such an organic structure, and really looked fascinating and alien.

Dhawan's Master. He is hands down the best for me. He's amazing in acting, he brings such energy and gusto. His chaotic evil, lashing out and hoping for that strike, his gambling, has made him so good to watch. His anger is explosive, his humour is great, and the way he interacted with 13/Jodie just was so good. The Rasputin dance scene - just wow, lol.

For S11 eps: Demons of the Punjab. What a stunning, heart-wrenching ep. And The Tsuranga Conumdrum since it's probably my favourite of s11 and I love the story progression. Also the 'come to daddy. I mean mummy' line in Ghost Monument.

Chibnall. I love how his era went (It's, if you can't tell, my favourite). The ideas he used, his timeless child arc and how it relates to adoption and abuse. The fact he gave us canon thasmin. How he brought in the 'terrible/imperial time lords' again, with the timeless child. The existence of Karvanista. How he ended his era in a perfect way, that wasn't devestating or grimdark but fit the natural tradegy every doctor must face while also giving Yaz a whole life to explore from now on - how every 13 companion got to live and go home too.

Martha Jones. She was my first favourite companion and I adore her personality and her sense of self and drive. And that leather jacket! (Smith and Jones will always be a favourite ep for me too, because of how cool Martha is in it).

The Runaway Bride and Partners in Crime. They're absolutely hilarious eps I love coming back to.

Lastly, I love the doctor themselves. How they are a character who is so full of love and will gladly sacrifice themselves to save their chosen home and people. They have flaws, but at their core all they want to do is help and be loved and love.

All I can think of right now - if you've reached the end, go and make your own post to keep sharing the positivity! <3

#dw positivity drive #doctor who #thasmin #loved this idea #I adore just getting to gush about favourite bits in this show #yaz khan #thirteen #13

[transgeneth]

helo hoffech chi bod ffrindiau neu mutes efo fi ?? dyw e ddim yn teimlo fel bod merched traws eraill yn y gwlad i gyd ond dw i 'ma os ych chi eisiau

Imma be real, my ass did not pass welsh, I had to search up how to say thanks, I know ffrindiau is friend and I'm guessing mutes is mutuals, I'm going to go with yes(?(no clue what most of it says))

[warlordfelwinter]

i think every time lord that had to deal with them in class deserves a medal probably

#getting back into my academy era thoschei obsession now that i can like. draw. is dangerous #i can create all the stupid fanart that high school me wanted to see #doodles #fel's dw #doctor who #ill keep my liveblogs and musings out of the main tag #but i think I'll put my stupid doodles out there

[sztupy]

TL;DW 45. perctől: Rockstar Steamre a Razor által tört változatot tette fel pár játékból, de szarul, ezért nem mennek.

#Youtube

[handdrawnfantasma]

no context doctor who spoilers: the master achieves lyctorhood

#i haven't been able to get this out of my head since i made that post yesterday LMAO. #dw spoilers #tpotd spoilers #fel livebagels the space hobo show #i'm going to end up writing that AU in a goofy way despite the fact i said i wouldn't just so i can get it out of my head LMAO

[meddwlyngymraeg]

Emphasis

In Welsh, you can emphasise parts of a sentence by inverting the sentence structure. A common example of this is in introductions!

Helô, shwmae, Bethan dw i! Hello, I'm Bethan! (Mae hynny'n enghraifft, an example, dyw Bethan ddim fy enw)

You'd hardly ever hear "dw i Bethan". The inverted structure introduces and emphasises parts of the sentence. 'Postman' is emphasised here.

Dyma Bob! Postmon newydd yw e. This is Bob! He's the new postman.

"Postmon newydd yw e", rather than "mae fe'n postmon newydd".

Jack yw yn erbyn y mesur, dim Janet. Jack is against the bill, not Janet.

Super Furry Animals yw'r band gorau yn y byd! Super Furry Animals are the best band in the world! (Fight me)

Cymru yw cymhwyso ar gyfer Cwpan Y Byd, dim yr Alban. Wales qualified for the World Cup, not Scotland (mae'n ddrwg 'da fi, ond dim)

It's kind of like using "qui a" in French, really!

In the past tense, use the inflected ending/gwnaeth (gwneud)/roedd (bod) similarly. There's a little a, meaning "that/which/who/whom", again, like the a in french "qui a", that's a bit literary and can be dropped in casual speech

Cymru (a) enillodd y gêm neithiwr, dim Hwngari! Wales won the game last night, not Hungary! Cymru (a) wnaeth ennill y gêm, dim Awstria! Wales won the game, not Austria! Lloegr (a) roedd ennill (tro diwetha i fi wirio...) England were winning (the last time I checked...)

This a is not the same as a/ac meaning 'and'. So even before a vowel like ennill, it remains 'a'.

**I would put a tiny asterisk on the last 2 sentences because I need to check their grammar, the others are fine!

Vocabulary

enghraifft -> an example

enw -> a name

postmon, dyn y post -> postman postfeistres -> postmistress (what's the gender neutral English word for a postman? Post officer?)

bod yn erbyn (rhywbeth) -> to be against (something) gwrthwynebu -> to oppose

cymhwyso (ar gyfer rhywbeth) -> to qualify (for something) ...fel Cwpan Y Byd!

a -> who, whom, which, that

ennill -> to win

gwirio -> to check, verify

#idiomatic expressions #sentences #vocabulary #source: duolingo #source: dictionary #the wondrous Duolingo comment sections are a constant source of extra knowledge; pro tip #dysgu cymraeg #learn Welsh #ONLY TAKE THE VOCAB FROM THIS I am not super sure about the last 2 sentences so really if anyone sees that they're wrong tell me

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Trechaf Treisied, Gwannaf Gwaedded - Bwlio a’r Iaith Gymraeg

Deugain mlynedd a mwy yn ôl, ar ôl i mi symud i Ogledd Cymru, dechreuais weithio am gyfnod gyda chwmni preifat ar Ynys Môn.  Wna i ddim enwi’r cwmni.  Y cyfan wna i ddweud oedd mai Saeson cefnog oedd y perchnogion ac mai Cymru dosbarth gweithiol oedd y gweithwyr.   Yn gyffredinol roedd y berthynas rhwng y cyflogwyr a’r gweithwyr yn un bur ormesol ac ymdeimlad eithaf cryf o ‘ni a nhw’ yn y lle.  

Yn fy naïfrwydd ifanc roeddwn i’n credu na fyddai’r math o berthynas ormesol wedi bodoli yn y cwmni petai’r perchnogion a’r gweithwyr fel ei gilydd yn siaradwyr Cymraeg.  Wedi’r cyfan, mewn sefyllfa felly oni fyddem i gyd yn Gymry Cymraeg oedd yn rhannu’r un Iaith a’r un hanes?  Oni fyddem i gyd yn rhan o’r un teulu Cymraeg?

Mae fy mhrofiad o fywyd ers hynny wedi newid fy meddwl yn llwyr ar y mater hwn ac rwyf wedi sylweddoli’r hyn y dylwn i fod wedi’i ddeall o’r cychwyn cyntaf sef mai yr un yw anian dyn (neu ddynes) ar chwe cyfandir, er gwaethaf gwahaniaethau diwylliannol.  Yn fwy na hynny rwyf wedi dod i’r casgliad efallai fod ymddygiad gormesol (bwlio, bychanu a thrin yn ddirmygus) yn waeth o fewn y byd Cymraeg gan fod sefydliadau Cymraeg, yn amlach na pheidio, yn gyndyn o weithredu i ddelio ag o rhag ofn i hynny niweidio’r fuwch sanctaidd honno, y Gymraeg.  

Yn hyn o beth mae’r rheiny sy’n ceisio claddu unrhyw gwynion neu feirniadaeth am ymddygiad gormesol y tu fewn i sefydliadau Cymraeg yn debyg i arweinwyr yr eglwys Gatholig ac Eglwys Loegr (neu’r Met yn Llundain) a fabwysiadodd strategaethau tebyg i’w gilydd i i amddiffyn eu buchod sanctaidd hwythau.  Fel arfer, gyda’r cyrff hyn, byddai’r cŵynion yn cael eu hanwybyddu cyn belled ag yr oedd modd.  Os na fyddai hynny’n gweithio byddai’r sawl a gyhuddwyd yn cael ei symud yn ddistaw bach i rywle arall a byddai’r camymddygiad gwreiddiol yn parhau.  Petai unigolion yn mynnu parhau i dynnu sylw at y camymddygiad, fodd bynnag, (boed hynny’n ymyrraeth rywiol, hiliaeth neu fisogynistiaeth) byddai’r cyrff hyn wedyn yn mynd am y dewis niwclear gan ddefnyddio holl rym eu sefydliadau i geisio tanseilio ac erlid y sawl oedd yn cynhyrfu’r dyfroedd.

O fewn y Gymru Gymraeg gallem feddwl am achos John Owen fel yr un mwyaf eithafol o beidio â gweithredu yn erbyn unigolyn carismataidd oedd yn denu sylw mawr i’r Gymraeg. Roedd ei aflonyddu rhywiol yn cael ei amau am flynyddoedd cyn iddo ddod yn destun archwiliad gan yr heddlu ond wnaethpwyd dim byd amdano.  

Dw i’n cofio wedyn achos o fewn fy nheulu estynedig i o bennaeth un ysgol Gymraeg a oedd yn dwyn arian o’r ysgol.  Pan aeth aelodau o’r staff at eu cynrychiolydd undeb i fynegi eu pryderon cawson nhw eu cynghori i gadw’r peth yn ddistaw rhag niweidio addysg Gymraeg.

Dydy’r ddwy stori a gyrhaeddodd y penawdau’n ddiweddar ynglŷn ag ymddygiad gormesol a bwlio (a misogynistiaeth ac ymyrraeth rywiol!) tu fewn i Blaid Cymru ac S4C, er yn ofidus iawn, ddim yn sioc i lawer ohonom sydd wedi gweithio yn y byd Cymraeg ers blynyddoedd. Yn aml iawn mae’r diwylliant gwaith mewn ambell sefydliad neu faes Cymraeg yn medru ymdebygu i rifyn o A Game Of Thrones, ond heb y rhyw (wel, mae hynny’n dibynnu ar ba straeon dych chi’n fodlon eu credu)

Y cwestiwn ydy, pa gorff fydd yr un nesaf i gael ei gyhuddo o nid yn unig o oddef ymddygiad gormesol o fewn y sefydliad ond o fynd ati’n gwbl fwriadol i danseilio ac erlid unrhyw un a geisiodd dynnu sylw at y camymddygiad?  A wneith y datgeliadau hyn droi’n gaseg eira fel y digwyddodd gyda’r ffenomenwm Me Too? Ac o ba le y daw’r stori nesaf?  O Bontanna, o Ben-y-Bont, o Ben Llŷn?  

Fasai hi ddim yn anodd iawn canfod enghreifftiau lluosog o ‘Gymry da’, hoelion wyth y byd diwylliannol Cymraeg, sy’n waradwyddus o euog o roi buddiannau sefydliadol a buddiannau (tybiedig) y Gymraeg uwchlaw buddiannau’r bobl sy’n gweithio i ryw sefydliad neu’i gilydd.  Efallai eu bod nhw’n twyllo’u hunain trwy ddweud eu bod yn gyfeillion i’r Gymraeg trwy wneud hyn.  Ond gyda chyfeillion felly does dim angen gelynion ar y Gymraeg.

Ychydig flynyddoedd yn ôl, yn dilyn achos o gamymddygiad go ddifrifol gan rai siaradwyr Cymraeg tuag at siaradwyr Cymraeg eraill, gofynnodd un cyfaill o ddysgwr o Sais i mi (yn dorcalonnus braidd). “Os mai dyma sut mae Cymry Cymraeg yn trin ei gilydd pam wnes i drafferthu dysgu Cymraeg?”.  Doedd gen i ddim ateb iddo ar y pryd.  

A dweud y gwir rwyf wedi gofyn yr un cwestiwn i mi fy hun dros y blynyddoedd, serch mai dysgu Cymraeg i eraill fel athro y bu hi yn fy achos i.  Ond yr un yw’r emosiwn, teimlo eich bod chi wedi ymroi i rywbeth dim ond i weld camymddygiad ar bob llaw sy’n gwneud i chi amau gwerth yr hyn y dewisioch ei wneud.  

Mi wnaeth hynny gyrraedd penllanw i mi ychydig flynyddoedd yn ôl ac rwy’n cofio ble’r oeddwn i.  Yn sefyll yn fy nghegin ac yn meddwl – mae’r plant i gyd wedi hedfan y nyth (dros dro, fel y digwyddodd), yn byw dramor neu wedi gadael i’r brifysgol gyda’r bwriad o fynd tramor.  A wnes i feddwl “Jest peidiwch â dod nôl i Gymru.  Ewch i unrhyw le arall yn y byd i wneud bywyd newydd i chi’ch hunain yn hytrach na dychwelyd i’r twll yma ble mae Cymry Cymraeg uchelgeisiol yn aml yn ymddwyn yn y modd gwaethaf posib, yn gormesu eu cydwladwyr ac yn trywanu’i gilydd yn eu cefnau.”

Ond ys dywedodd T.H. Parry-Willams un tro “Ymollwng a wneuthum.  Rwy’n tynnu fy ngeiriau yn ôl”.  Oherwydd mae’n amlwg i mi erbyn hyn fod y math uchod o ymddygiad annerbyniol yn digwydd ble bynnag yn y byd y bydd gan rai unigolion bŵer dros eraill, yn enwedig os yw’r diwylliant ehangach yn ei oddef fel rhan o fywyd na ellir ei newid.  A dyna’r allwedd : os yw’r diwylliant ehangach yn ei oddef.

Mae nifer o astudiaethau diweddar gan arbenigwyr ym maes paleontoleg ac anthropoleg  megis Richard Wrangham, Brian Hare a Christopher Ryan wedi tanlinellu’r faith fod gwahaniaeth sylfaenol rhwng y ffordd yr oeddem yn arfer byw cyn y chwyldro amaethyddol a sut yr ydym yn byw o fewn cymunedau hierarchaidd trefniedig.  Gweler, er enghraifft :

https://skeptics.stackexchange.com/questions/43350/were-hunter-gatherers-peaceful-egalitarians 

Am ddegau o filoedd o flynyddoedd cyn y chwyldro amaethyddol a ddigwyddodd ryw 10,000 o flynyddoedd yn ôl roeddem yn byw mewn bandiau bach crwydrol, egalitaraidd.  Ac roedd uchelgais personol, chwennych awdurdod dros eraill o fewn y band a’u trin yn amharchus yn cael ei ystyried yn rhywbeth peryglus i undod y band.  Yr hyn fyddai’n digwydd i unigolyn oedd yn amlygu tueddiadau felly oedd yn y lle cyntaf cael ei watwar a’i fychanu gan weddill y band (yn ddynion a merched).  Os nad oedd hynny’n llwyddo i newid yr ymddygiad yna byddai’r ‘cefndryd’ neu’r hynafgwyr (sef casgliad o ddynion priod y band) yn penderfynu cael gwared ar yr unigolyn peryglus ac yn trefnu i’w ladd (gweler : The Goodness Paradox gan y preimatolegydd Richard Wrangham sy'n casglu ynghyd dystoliaeth hanesyddol yn ogystal â thystiolaeth anthropolegol fwy cyfoes o bobloedd brodorol modern).

Am ddegau o filoedd o flynyddoedd felly roedd diwylliant egalitaraidd y grwpiau crwydrol cyn amaethyddol yn rhwystr i ymdrechion unigolion uchelgeisiol rhag codi uwchben eu stâd.  Ond unwaith i’r chwyldro amaethyddol ddigwydd (The Worst Mistake in the History of the Human Race chwedl yr anthropolegydd a’r biolegydd Jared Diamond) dechreuodd rhai unigolion a grwpiau reoli adnoddau megis bwyd ac adeiladu stwythurau mwy hierarchaidd.  Yn y pen draw esblygodd y cymdeithasau amaethyddol cynnar hyn yn deyrnasoedd ac ymerodraethau hierarchaidd gyda’r Brenin yn ben ar y cyfan.  

Os ydym am weld diwedd ar y math o fwlio a chamdrin a amlygwyd yn adroddiad Plaid Cymru ac yn y cyhuddiadau ynglŷn â diwylliant gwaith S4C mae’n rhaid i ni greu diwylliant ehangach sy’n ymwrthod yn llwyr â breintiau hierarchaidd cyffredinol, diwylliant mwy egalitaraidd, diwylliant mwy agored, diwylliant sydd ar un ystyr yn fwy fel diwyllaint grwpiau cyn-amethyddol o ran eu hagwedd tuag at uchelgais personol. Mae angen i ni ddechrau amau cymhelliant a gwerth pobl uchelgeisiol gan fod unigolion felly yn tueddu i’n harwain i gorsydd peryglus. Meddylier am y llanast a grewyd gan Tony Blair a Boris Johnson.  

Ydy, mae democratiaeth yn beth gwych.  Ond efallai y dylem osgoi pleidleisio dros unigolion sy’n dymuno cael eu hethol (ac efallai y dylem ymatal rhag penodi unigolion sy’n ymgesisio am swyddi bras).  Onid yw’r ffaith eu bod yn chwennych pŵer yn y lle cyntaf yn eu gwneud yn anaddas i’w dderbyn?  Efallai fod hynny’n swnio fel jôc sy’n debyg i un o’r posau annatrysadwy Zen hynny megis Beth oedd eich wyneb gwreiddiol cyn i chi gael eich geni? Ond o ddarllen am helynt mewnol Plaid Cymru efallai fod mwy o wirionedd paradocsaidd iddo nag a welir ar yr olwg gyntaf.

Ond i ni yng Nghymru, ac yn benodol i ni Gymry Cymraeg, y prif angen ydy sicrhau nad yw’r ‘Cymry da’ hynny sydd wedi cael eu hunain i safleoedd o awdurdod (ac yn byw’m fras yno) yn cael camddefnyddio’r awdurdod hwnnw.  Mae angen sicrhau nad ydynt yn medru amddiffyn eu sefydliadau neu’r fuwch sanctaidd haniaethol honno Y Gymraeg ar draul y bobl gyffredin (ac yn amlwg, y merched) sy’n ei siarad neu, yn achos y cyfaill o Sais y cyfeiriais ato uchod, a wnaeth ymdrech i’w dysgu.  Cenedl heb Iaith, cenedl heb galon.  Efallai.  Ond cenedl heb gyfiawnder?  Pa werth sydd i honno?  

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