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derkabobhall · 3 months

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Colleges. (Oxford 2024)

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dansnaturepictures · 1 year

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The colours of my year 2022: Post 1 of 3-Blue, yellow and red

Over the next three Wednesdays I felt like doing some posts bringing together photos I’ve taken this year featuring or dominated by a particular colour, with a few different colours for each post. I do love celebrating colours within my photos.

The photos in this set in in order of appearance are the blues; view from a Flamborough Head/Bempton Cliffs boat trip in June, Adonis Blue butterfly at Martin Down in May, Blue Tit at Lakeside Country Park in November and great blue sky at Lakeside Country Park in May, the yellow common rock-rose at Martin Down in May, Clouded Yellow butterfly at Magdalen Hill in July and tree with yellow leaves out the front in August and the reds my favourite colour Puffin on Skomer Island in April, fly agaric at Millyford Bridge in the New Forest in October and red leaves at Abbey Gardens in November

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rhaenyslay · 1 month

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Study Buddy (1)

Michael Gavey x reader

Summary: when study partners are assigned, Michael - much to the envy of the boys in their class (and the girls) - is given (y/n) as his partner, but he might be the only one in the class who didn't want it.

Warnings: swearing like once, some sexual references at the end

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hey hotties, sorry this one is short, I'm hoping to do a few parts so if you have any ideas or comments let me know :p

ʚ♡ɞ “NOW, I WANT to encourage you all to socialise a little more," Professor Wickes announces in his gruff voice, clearing his throat and pushing his glasses back up his aquiline nose, sighing as he rests his aging palms against the top of his monogamy desk, "as, well... you could all use it."

The class of introverted - for lack of a better word - maths nerds stare back at him, scowling a little at his words, but not protesting.

"Besides, your next exam is worth a fair amount, so I want to make sure you're all sharp." He continues, sitting down in his seat with a sigh,

"We've allocated you all a..." he looks down at the paper in his hand and sighs, closing his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks up at the other man in the room, Professor Müller - an overly enthusiastic, young, recent graduate who had become head of something or other involved in initiatives to improve this or that. "You seriously want me to call it that?" Professor Wickes asks, looking at Professor Müller, who nods with enthusiasm. Professor Wickes sighs and mumbles something under his breath before continuing, A study buddy... we've allocated you all a... study buddy."

The students all glance around the room, their eyes landing on (y/n) - mostly the boys - with suppressed giddy grins and shy waves, eyes running up and down her. She scowls a little and scoffs, sliding further into her seat a little, arms folded over her chest as she tries to cover it a little, noticing one boy - Thomas Roland - staring at them.

Your tutorial groups will now also be a little different, they will be with just you and your study partner - only until the exam." Professor Wilkes explains, putting down a sheet of paper on his desk, "come and look then."

The students, notably the boys, practically shoot out of their seats, rushing to read it. After a few seconds, they turn with scowls. Their eyes all fix on a figure sat at the table in the back corner of the room, head down, hand writing furiously against his notebook. At the feeling of their stares, he lifts his head, adjusting his glasses.

“What?" Asks Michael.

Their eyes then trail to (y/n), sat in her seat, phone out, laughing to herself at something someone said, twirling a strand of her hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs to adjust her leather skirt and tights. She, too, feels their stares and looks up.

"What?"

"Are you free this afternoon?" (Y/n) asks, trailing behind Michael, who is walking quickly through the corridors of Magdalen College.

"No."

“This evening?" She continues, having to run a little to catch up, the heels of her leather boots clicking against the stone floors as she does.

"No.”

She sighs, "tomorrow?"

"No."

"When then?"

She sighs and speeds up so she's stood in front of him, stopping him from walking. He sighs and rolls his eyes, his grip tightening on his textbook that's clutched to his chest.

"Why don't you want to study with me? Do you not like me or something?" (Y/n) asks, a confused furrowing of her brows adorning her face, "I mean... sorry if I, like, give a bad vibe or something.”

He scoffs at her words and rolls his eyes again.

"See!" She says at his scoff and eye rolling, "you have a problem with me."

“I don't have a problem with you, I have a problem with... your kind." Michael replies.

"My... kind?" An amused smile and raised eyebrows form on her face, "please tell me you aren't one of those guys who are always like 'ugh society... nice guys.... females..’”

Michael blushes, "No. But 'female’ is the correct ter-"

"Oh, my God, please stop before I gag." (Y/n) replies with a grimace, "let's not.”

He rolls his eyes and tries to walk past her. (Y/n) sighs and holds her hands up, "Come on, it's just a couple of study sessions. We don't even have to talk, just a chill vi-" she's about to say vibe, but feels his incoming scoff, "atmosphere."

He sighs.

"Look, an hour, tops. She says, "besides." she pauses a moment, her eyes looking up as she seemingly finds the courage to continue, "I could.. I could actually use some study help.”

“..."

Michael's eyebrow raises a little, "you?"

"Yes."

"Need help?"

"Yep."

"From... me?"

"No, that random guy there. She says sarcastically, pointing to some passing student who looks at her and back steps, thinking she was calling him over, "no-sorry, no, I.. she apologises to the student and sighs, "just... nothing." The student looks at her weirdly before continuing on his way down the corridor.

"Just... please?" She asks, turning back to Michael.

He's silent a moment. He's considering it.

"I work alone."

She closes her eyes and takes a breath, "please?" (Y/n) thinks to herself and then continues, "I’ll give you something in return. I could pay you? Like a tutor?"

"I don't need money"

"You're a student of course you need money.”

"I don't want money."

She groans, "Well I'm not going to fuck you."

Michael's eyes widen and he blushes deeply, flustered, "Well... I don't want you to."

"What do you want then?"

He thinks again. He could ask for... no, that's too shallow. Too stupid. It would go against everything he stands for, it would compromise his values and his inte-

"Get me invited to a party."

She raises a brow at the request. But she nods.

"Okay, deal"

Michael kicks himself internally, pissed at himself for asking for such a shallow thing - but he also can't ignore the little spark of excitement that flickers in his tummy too. He composes himself and nods, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I'm... I'm free now, if you want to get it over with." Michael suggests.

"I thought you were busy?" (Y/n) asks with a grin.

“...shut up."

They start to walk. She laughs and links her arm with his, "lead the way.”

He quickly moves away, pushing her arm off and hugging his textbook tighter, "don't touch me."

“Why? Worried you'll get hard?"

He blushes deeply and scoffs, turning his head and stepping further away from her. But he doesn't reply.

"Oh, my God, you are such a virgin!"

"Shut up." ʚ♡ɞ

#saltburn #saltburn fanfiction #michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey fanfic #michael gavey x you #x reader #fanfiction #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader

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nepentheisms · 7 months

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You ever find yourself down and out, going through a real dark night of the soul? Well if your name's Vash, then fortunately for you, you've got a Meryl Stryfe on your side.

She came in clutch, and I'm proud of her. Nightow even conveys the moment Meryl's words of resolve reach Vash as a burst of light in the dark. After Vash kills Legato, we see his soul teetering on the brink. He feels truly lost, boxed inside an all-black space, wondering what reason he has to go on living, "What's there left to see?"

And as if in answer to prayer, sparks of light begin to appear around him. As our eyes follow the flow of panels down to the lower left, we're then hit with the impact of the space around Vash brightening dramatically as he hears Meryl's words. Her faith calls him out of the void, and he gets the answer to his question: Here are the people fighting to realize your dream. Here's the woman who declares that she's among those who will share your burden because it doesn't matter if you broke the vow that defined you for so long - you're still worth believing in. And here, right in front of you is a fragment of your sisters' memories - the key to finally bridging the gap between them and humanity. There's so much left to see.

I love how in every version of Trigun, it's the sheer persistence of Meryl's faith that pulls Vash out of his lowest points (I know Stampede hasn't reached this climax in Vash's emotional journey yet, but I think what we've seen with Meryl helping him break Knives' control is a foretaste of bigger things to come). That tenacity and refusal to give up are so central to her character. Once her convictions are set, she's incredibly steadfast in them, and it's this steadfastness that makes the Mary Magdalene comparisons even more fitting.

In Thomas Aquinas' reflection on Mary Magdalene, he calls her devotion "constant," and says "it deserves praise" as a quality that "made her fit to see the angels." Aquinas remarks that while the other disciples left when Jesus was buried, Mary Magdalene stayed because of her "stronger and more burning affection." Thus, she is privileged among the saints as the chosen witness and messenger:

"Notice the three privileges given to Mary Magdalene. First, she had the privilege of being a prophet because she was worthy enough to see the angels, for a prophet is an intermediary between angels and the people. Secondly, she had the dignity or rank of an angel insofar as she looked upon Christ, on whom the angels desire to look. Thirdly, she had the office of an apostle; indeed, she was an apostle to the apostles insofar as it was her task to announce our Lord's resurrection to the disciples."

So how fitting is it that Meryl ends the story as a news reporter and thereby having even more power to tell Vash's story? She has witnessed the most hidden aspects of him (a fact that makes a great point of comparison to the characterization of Mary Magdalene in the extracanonical Gnostic Gospels), and there's so much she could say to help the rest of the world learn to understand him. She now has the resources to share his message on a much greater scale, and in those last few pages we see that the people Vash met in his travels, people like Lina and her grandmother and Badwick's family, are among those watching the broadcast. Meryl gets the word out to others who came to know him directly: He is risen.

"Mary answered and said, What is hidden from you I will proclaim to you. And she began to speak to them these words: I, she said, I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to Him, Lord I saw you today in a vision. He answered and said to me, Blessed are you that you did not waver at the sight of Me. For where the mind is there is the treasure." -Gospel of Mary (extracanonical)

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #meryl stryfe #christianity mention #religion mention #Guns&God meta

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huariqueje · 5 months

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View of the Canal from Magdalene Bridge, No. 2 - Victor Pasmore , 1947.

British 1908-1998

Oil on canvas , 56 x 69 cm. 22 x 27 in.

#Victor Pasmore #british artist #canal landscape

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whataniceone2 · 9 months

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Punts under Magdalen bridge, Oxford

©wano

#wano #myphoto #photographers on tumblr

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kiersau · 1 year

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REVEALS: SPRING 2023 PENTIMENT FANWORK EXCHANGE

The inaugural Pentiment Fanwork Exchange has been revealed! We’ve added 23 works of art and fiction to the fandom. Thank you so much to everyone who participated, and especially to our pinch hitters. If you missed this round, I hope I can run another in the fall/winter.

If you enjoy these works, please consider leaving kudos and/or comments to the creators!

You can see all the works HERE! Masterlist with individual links under the cut.

ART

Sketching and Flower-picking by jouyato (Andreas & Caspar)

Summer in Prague/Evenings in Sion by appledecider (Esther/Magdalene and Rudeger/Mathieu)

On the hill above the town by triflingshadows (Brigita/Veronica)

Inky poke! by trustflowerrr (Esther/Magdalene)

Seasons by SaintVesuvius (Gnaziu & Grett & Ulrike)

Christmas Feast by tacccja (Kazimierz/Alexander)

It’s a Perfectly Normal Looking Cat by UncastShadow (Guy & Zdena)

Untitled by Gotnospleengene (Paul/Caspar)

The Descent of a Poor Sinner Through the Vine That Strangles Reason by thesnadger (Werner & Andreas)

Is there an end of the world? Or does the world simply end with us? by waterzooi (Magdalene & Andreas)

WRITING

Lunae Lumen by waterzooi (Gernot/Ferenc)

Thick as Thieves by Aikori_Ichijouji (Paul/Anna)

An Ounce of Beaten Gall by scribefindegil (Ulrike & Andreas & Mulleryn family)

A Little More Light, A Little More Time by theladygeneral (Werner/Andreas)

A Bridge of Swords by theharellan (Illuminata/Zdena)

How to Disappear Completely (and Be Found) by athosity (Andreas/Claus)

August, 1544 by izzybeth (Andreas & Caspar)

tell me do you think it’d be all right by Eisoj5 (Werner/Andreas)

Long Upon the Land by azhdarchidaen (Paul & Caspar)

My Boy by Emby_M (Andreas & Caspar)

Chick as Thieves by athosity (Big Jorg & Veronica/Brigita)

another chance at life by testosterlonely (Magdalene & Andreas)

Contemplation and a Candle by lowkeywoodrow (Werner/Andreas)

#pentiment #pentiment fanwork exchange #pentiment fanart #pentiment fic

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mydudejc · 2 months

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Christ as the Bridge, Overcomer of Death

Mary Magdalene, Christ Feminine, the Divine Sophia

Theotokos Who Has Bore All

All contained within the Mystery

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nothing-particularly-exciting · 4 months

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this week, activists Mick Napier and Tony Greenstein will be talking about the British police’s oppressive response to solidarity with Palestine

dates and locations for those who can’t access the image:

EDINBURGH: Augustine Church, George IV Bridge, Thu 4th January, 7pm

GLASGOW: The Ark, 70 Coplaw Street, Friday 5th January, 7pm

DUNDEE: The Vine, 43 Magdalen Yard Road, Sunday 7th January, 2pm

other resources:

Palestine Solidarity Campaign (England and Wales)

Scottish Palestine Solidarity Campaign

find and write to your Councillors and ask them to show solidarity with Palestinians (Glasgow only)

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #current events #uk politics #scottish politics

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sheepskinnedgoat · 1 year

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Personal Pantheon

MAN OF MANY FACES — Universe / Transcendence / Enlightenment DEMIURGE — Artist of Material Creation / Creator SOPHIA — Wisdom / Bridge to Enlightenment / Self-Sacrifice / Right JESUS OF NAZARETH — Living Word / Bridge to Sophia MARY MAGDALENE — Living Wisdom / Bridge to Sophia BEAST OF MANY NAMES — Knowledge / Afterlife / Ego / Left EARTH — Creation / Growth / Push / Merciless / Nurturing MOON — Push & Pull / Reflection / Community / Companionship SUN — Pressure / Leadership / Rage / Contentment SEA — Mystery / Death / Mysticism / Diversity / Pull FOREST — Secrets / Guardianship / Darkness / Growth / Healing LAKES & RIVERS — Flow / Freedom / Direction / Force / Perseverance

These are the entities, beings, spirits, deities, (or whatever you wanna call them) that I work most frequently with in my own personal belief system. This is probably the most succinct and neat I have ever been able to get with how I feel about them and what I relate them to.

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anoras · 5 months

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web weaving for the child of bhaal; elektra

electra - euripides (trans. janet lemke) / magdalene with a skull - mateo cerezo / the libation bearers - aeschylus (trans. paul roche) / unholy hymns - the bridge city sinners / cassandra - florence + the machine / the libation bearers - aeschylus (trans. paul roche) / heather o'neill / sady doyle / allegory of patience - carlo dolci / emily dickinson

#web weaving #elektra

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littlemissbigears · 9 months

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Taylor Swift songs = The Chosen

…….because I am excited for 1989 TV

Out of the Woods: the bridge = walking on water scene I’m sorry idk why my brain made that conclusion

evermore: literally season 3

Anti-Hero: literally every character other than Jesus

The Archer: this song is very Simon Peter coded I don’t make the rules

this is me trying: this song = Jesus forgiving Mary Magdalene in season 2

Blank Space: SCREAMING CRYING PERFECT STORM I CAN MAKE ALL THE TABLES TURN = walk on water coded👀

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: oh hello Eden’s season 3 character arc

The Great War: oh hello Simon Peter’s season 3 character arc

epiphany: not Chosen related specifically every time I listen to this song I just picture Jesus singing in as He watches people struggle and I get chills

Long Live: the disciples’ theme song if it was Taylor Swift

Let me know if you think of any more in the tags!🩵

#the chosen tv series #the chosen tv show #the chosen

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brigittttoo · 2 years

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Kissing You Awake - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Had a burst of inspiration on my run this morning and wrote this out in a couple of hours, and I thought it would make a great first post for @codywankissbingo 2022!

(Set in roughly 1950's Oxford at the brisk hour of 5am. No warnings, ~700 words, please enjoy!)

“Come on, darling,” Ben says, sliding a hand up onto Cody’s cheek. “You’ll miss the Morris dancers.”

Cody blinks her eyes back open, and stares at Ben’s white bow tie for a long while, leaning up against his shoulder. “I thought we already saw them.” She closes her eyes again.

“Yes, but—oh, Cody,” he sighs. His other hand strokes between her shoulder blades, and it very much does not encourage her to stay awake. His hands are quite nice, if she may say so, callused from fencing and the handlebars of his bicycle, the well-rounded Oxford man who reads for History and Classical Greek, who once trailed his fingertips along her knee under her skirt as they sat in the Parks. He’d grinned at her in that devilishly rakish way and she’d blushed, thinking about all the things nice, college-educated women should not think about.

They danced last night—this morning, technically—and those hands had held her steady and professionally around the waist, twirling her to the strains of the band. Even with who knows how many glasses of Prosecco she had not once lost her footing, not even outside the Camera on those godforsaken cobbles as they’d made their way over to Magdalen Bridge. She lays endless praises on the sensible black pumps she’d bought for matriculation and had worn to every formal occasion in the years since, and thinks dreamily about the day when Ben might help her step out of them, roll her stockings down, and grace the skin of her legs with those hands.

She's slightly jostled by the crowd then, and takes the opportunity to reposition her head on Ben’s shoulder. He adjusts the drape of her shawl like the gentleman he is—and oh, what a gentleman he has always been, taking her gloved hand up the steps of the Bodleian and neatly guiding her around puddles on evening walks back to the front door of her flat, and only the front door. He takes her to formal dinner at his college, and she takes him to hers, and while he may let his hand linger on her arm for a second longer than he perhaps ought to, she wants to pull him around and make him kiss her neck.

Maybe it’s the Englishness of him. How he can be so flirtatious and daring and yet so frustratingly proper. In the dark stalls of a Wilde play she’d once innocently toyed with the crisp sleeve of his suit jacket as the lights dimmed, unclipping the cufflink on his shirt by the end of the first act only to have his other hand delicately cover hers at intermission. “Immensely,” she’d said when Ben had asked her if she was enjoying the play, and he’d narrowed his eyes as he buttoned himself back up.

They’d taken a trip to London, too, over one of the long vacs, and she’d thought in an impulsive whirl that they might have to share a hotel room. They hadn’t, of course, both their reputations staying firmly in propriety, but she’d gripped his arm through every art gallery and museum and across every bridge, even at the dark corner tables of the pubs.

The thing is, she’s come to realize over the last few months, that they may indeed have to wait until marriage. She hasn’t even met his family yet, and hers are far too far overseas to consider urging their relationship along in that manner. Perhaps he’s waiting until they’ve graduated, when they are both with their degrees and looking for something to do with their collective knowledge of world history. He might decide then.

“Cody,” Ben whispers, thumb stroking across her bottom lip, and then she is being pulled awake by his lips on hers, sparking right through to her heart within his arms, plucking at every daydream she’s ever had about being with him.

Cody follows him even when he starts to pull back, opening her eyes, and when Ben laughs the May Day bells ring out above them, the carillon bouncing down the scale in a syncopated way that says ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

#codywankissbingo2022 #codywan #obi-wan kenobi #my fic #it's. extremely sappy. sorry about that

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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E Bios: Delwyn Rhydderch

The Mountain King of C.R.C Delwyn Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's uncle and the brother of Hywel, Delwyn. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a strong, protective and aggressive father. He's like a Pitbull made human or so the entire family says.

"Big and strong, powerful like a mountain."

Name

Full Legal Name: Delwyn Cearbhall Math Iarlaithe Rhydderch

First Name: Delwyn

Meaning: From Welsh 'Del' 'Pretty' combined with 'Gwyn' 'White, Blessed'

Pronunciation: del-WEHN

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Cearbhall, Math, Iarlaithe

Meaning(s): Cearbhall: From Old Irish 'Cerball', probably from 'Cerb' meaning 'Pointed, Sharp, Cutting'. Math: Possibly from the old Celtic root 'Matus' meaning 'Bear'. Iarlaithe: From an Old Irish element of unknown meaning combined with 'Flaith' 'Ruler, Sovereign'

Pronunciation(s): KYAR-a-wal. MATH. EER-lah

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Mountain King, Delwyn Rhydderch

Reason: This is Delwyn's ring name

Nicknames: Del, Wyn, Cear, Mat, Iar

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 65

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: January 20th 1955

Symbols: Mountains, Boulders, Snow, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Irish

Spoken Languages: Irish, Welsh, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Theme Song: 'Mack The Knife'' - Bobby Darin (1970-)

Voice Actor: Colm Meaney

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'9" / 175 cm

Weight: 170 lbs / 77 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Stubble

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 20

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both, Triple), Tragus (Both), Anti-Tragus (Both), Conch (Both), Daith (Both), Rook (Both), Snug (Both), Flat (Both), Industrial (Both), Helix (Both, Triple), Bridge (Double), Nasallang, Austin Bar, High Nostril (Both), Nostril (Both), TearDrop (Both), Anti-Eyebrow (Both), Eyebrow (Both, Triple), Horizontal Eyebrow (Both), Canine Bites, Dahlia Bites, Cyber Bites

Scars: Many small but noticeable scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Naoise Rhydderch, Rhodri Rhydderch, Uinseann Rhydderch, Yorath Rhydderch, Bran Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Hywel Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Mentor: Gearalt Rhydderch

Significant Other: Rhosyn Rhydderch (66, Wife, Née Dougherty)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Gearalt Rhydderch (R.I.P, Father), Angharad Rhydderch (101, Mother, Née MacMathan)

Parents-In-Law: Sholto Dougherty (96, Father-In-Law), Eurwen Dougherty (97, Mother-In-Law, Née MacDougall)

Siblings: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Brother), Rhodri Rhydderch (77, Brother), Uinseann Rhydderch (74, Brother), Yorath Rhydderch (71, Brother), Bran Rhydderch (68, Brother), Fergus Rhydderch (62, Brother), Hywel Rhydderch (59, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Too Many To List

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Llinos McConnell (35, Daughter), Roderick Rhydderch (32, Son)

Children-In-Law: Faust McConnell (36, Llinos' Husband), Gethsemane Rhydderch (33, Roderick's Wife, Née Guillaume)

Grandkids: Paden McConnell (15, Grandson), Olindo McConnell (12, Grandson), Natalie McConnell (9, Granddaughter), Magdalene McConnell (6, Granddaughter), Lailoken McConnell )3, Grandson), Kellen Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Jaslene Rhydderch (9, Granddaughter), Igraine Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), Hallam Rhydderch (3, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Gearalt Rhydderch

Managers: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Rhosyn Rhydderch

Debut: 1970

Debut Match: Delwyn Rhydderch VS Gearalt Rhydderch. Delwyn won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Powerhouse

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1970-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Throat Thrust, Two-Handed Chokelift, Running Low-Angle Dropkick To A Seated Opponent, Sidewalk Slam, Tilt-A-Whirl Mat Slam, Scoop Powerslam, Running Powerslam, Leg-Feed Enzuigiri, Pendulum Backbreaker, Diving Clothesline, Corner Clothesline, Big Boot, Spinebuster, Running Neckbreaker, Jumping Knee Drop, High Knee Strike, Figure-Four Leglock, Facebreaker Knee Smash, Chop Block

Finishers: Jacknife Powerbomb, DDT, Falling Powerbomb, Chokeslam, Tombstone Piledriver, Double Underhook Facebuster

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Delwyn Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. Delwyn has 1/8th ownership of the promotion and is the head 'Mountain Style' (Powerhouse) trainer. He's Half-Irish, Half-Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wresling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling Family #C.R.C Wrestling School #Rhydderch Clan

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slowroadtosantiago · 1 year

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Day 28 - Leon

We’ve been away 4 weeks now!

Today was a rest day for Jane. We’ve managed to extend our stay at the Airbnb for another couple of nights and will make a decision tomorrow night as to what we’ll do.

It was a lazy morning and I went up to meet Nicole for a coffee at 11. I took her to a cafe we used to go to that gave you a piece of cake with your coffee, yum!

We then went looking for some of my old haunts from last year, down to the Parador and the resting Pilgrim before briefly going over the bridge to see if I could get a glimpse of the school I taught in. Couldn’t see the school but did go down memory lane with the coffee shops.

I then took Nicole along the river walk and we eventually ended up back at the flat with Jane. She’d had a bath and was desperate to get out into some fresh air by then so we went for a soft drink in one of the cafes just around the corner in our local square.

Nicole disappeared and Jane and I stayed on to have lunch, two enormous tasty plates of salad.

It was siesta time so we chilled for an hour or two. I then walked up to town as I had booked a tour of the Gaudi house. Unfortunately the tour was in Spanish but they did have an English audio guide which was really good. It was an interesting place. Gaudi was commissioned by two merchants to build a house that was a shop underneath and apartments on top. He did it open plan which was pretty radical for the time.

The tour showed what the downstairs would have looked like, along with what an apartment would have looked like. The upper floors of the building were turned over to an art exhibition so there was a whole room of Dali’s which was interesting and the ugliest Mary Magdalene I have ever seen.

Jane was in town by the time I finished having been to the chemist for a very expensive tube of freezing gel, and after having a quick wander around the cathedral with Nicole.

After a bit of people watching (there was a group of people filming dance moves and acrobatics), we went down to our square to try out the other restaurant.

We shared some typical Spanish food - a plate of cured ham, a plate of delicious cheese, and some grilled veg.

We’re not sure if we’ll see Nicole again so after giving her some big hugs we’re back at the flat with a glass of wine. Jane has expertly wrapped up her ankle and we’ll see what tomorrow brings.

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no one loves like i do.

norwegian wood, haruki murakami // intimacy, angelica alzona // metamorphoses, mary zimmerman // euphoria, cr. sam levinson // eloisa to abelard, alexander pope // crucifixion with mary magdalene, francesco hayez // sue zhao // 'demolition lovers' comic, @virtualangelstatue // canary in a coal mine, the crane wives // fleabag, cr. phoebe waller-bridge

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