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geopsych · 2 months
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My daffodils aren’t quite far enough along to celebrate St David’s Day but I hope everyone has a good one! Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus! The winter aconite and crocuses were also growing under all that snow. Who knew?
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mothvalleys · 2 months
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I know it isn’t for another couple of hours, but dydd gŵyl Dewi hapus!!!!! here are my favourite cymry brothers in some traditional clothing because i love projecting<3 fulls under the cut!
Dw i’n caru cymru iawn, and i am COMMITTED to becoming fluent yn gymraeg. I’ll make it happen. It’s a beautiful language and it’s so important young people make an effort to keep it, along with cymraeg culture, alive!!!! I love this country very much and am very proud to be cymraes :))) Some may say i am Too patriotic but its okay ^^; As i said, have a good day!! whether you’re cymry/celebrating or not. If you’re not though, it’s worth noting you do owe me money :P /silly
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thealanwrightblog · 2 months
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Happy St David’s Day, especially to our neighbours Chrys & Graham and to our friends Ruth & Ray back in France, all of whom have the misfortune to have been born in Wales.
Also to Claire who through no fault of her own lives there!
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jacksdoodlesnshit · 2 months
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🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Happy St. David’s Day! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿
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alittlebitbethany · 2 months
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Hi everybody Happy St David’s Day today 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 I’ve posted a new video on my YouTube channel in honour of it. Please check it out it would mean a lot to me. Image Description: a photo of a Bonnie and Pearl doll wearing a daffodil pin who is holding a Ty Beanie Babies Red Dragon keyring in one hand and a doll dressed in traditional Welsh clothing in the other. The text reads BC’s Doll Place: Happy St David’s Day 2024 (With Subtitles).‬
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mykneeshurt · 1 year
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Happy St. David’s day to all my fellow welshies on this app ❤️
Dydd Gwyl Dewi Sant ✨
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versey21 · 1 year
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1st March
from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas
Today is St David’s Day. St David is the patron saint of Wales and Dylan Thomas is one of Wales’ most celebrated poets.
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Port Meirion, Llyn Peninsula, Gwynedd. Source: visitwales.com
from Under Milk Wood
Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please do keep thy lovely eye
On all poor creatures born to die.
And every evening at sun-down
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I’m sure there is always touch-and-go.
We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.
O let us see another day!
Bless us this holy night I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say goodbye - but just for now!
Under Milk Wood was a radio play, commissioned in 1954, in which Thomas asked the audience to listen to the innermost thoughts and dreams of the inhabitants of a Welsh fishing village.
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packanalpaccaparka · 1 year
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Dydd gwyl Dewi hapus pawb!! Ydych chi’n gwisgo coch y bore ‘ma???
Mae siom gen i i ddweud nad ydw i’n hoff iawn o rhesins yn fy Pice ar y Maen cymaint â gweddill o fy nheulu 0.o
((Happy Saint David’s day everyone!! Are you wearing red this morning??
I’m ashamed to say i’m not as fond of raisins in my welsh cakes as the rest of my family 0.o))
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dry-valleys · 2 months
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lazyasriel · 2 months
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Dydd Gwyl Dewi mother fuckers! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿
Happy St David’s day and happy spring!
The darkness is behind us
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Dydd Gŵyl Dewi hapus i bawb!
That's right! It's WALES' BIRTHDAY*!!! Yaaaaayyyy today you are all Welsh. Enjoy your 24 hours of perfect harmonisation ability and utter disinterest in any celebrities. Watch out for the dragons.
*It is not Wales' birthday
I have decided to revive an old favourite of this blog to mark the occasion - prepare for a classic Pick The Fake Welsh Word Poll! And to super charge the Welshness today we are assessing the glory that is the daffodil - the national flower of Wales (lol not really, our national flower is the leek. And that's why queen Lizzie Two had to get coronated with a leek on her dress because we refused to let them use the daffodil even when the palace designer begged. Iconic.)
(But the daffodil is still a symbol of Wales, so it counts here.)
So! Let's go! Etymology at the end.
Etymology Notes
Croeso'r Gwanwyn - they flower in March! Hence the St David's Day link. One of the first flowers to bloom in spring.
Clych babi - the trumpet bit looks like a bell, I suppose, and has similar (make a noise' connotations. Why a baby? Dunno. Maybe a spring link again.
Gwayw brenin - the leaves are definitely spear-like, and the petals look a bit like a crown
Pibell felen - 'pibell' usually means a pipe in the sense of music, so another trumpet reference. Except we didn't have trumpets in Wales, so pipe it is
Gylfinog - the trumpet again. The word is often used for animals (morfil gylfinog is beaked whale, for example). Cognate with Cornish gelvinek, Irish gulba, etc.
Cenhinen Pedr - Peter is probably the saint. The leek is otherwise a Welsh emblem
Lily pengam - the angle of the flower head, maybe, makes it 'wry-headed'? And then the lily link, which turns up a few times
Melyn Clamai - yellow is obvious. Clamai is a corruption of Calan Mai - May Eve. Another reference to the time of year
Lili Clamai - lily again, Calan Mai again.
Dwndili - a corruption of the English word 'daffodil', and the lili again
Daffidondili - further corruption
Daffitwndili - corruption but with hypercorrection of the d to a t! Can you tell these ones are dialectic?
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Enjoy!
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mizgnomer · 6 months
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Zooming in on David Tennant - Part Ten
See the [ Zooming on Tennant Series ] tag for more
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michaelsheendaily · 2 months
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Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus i chi gyd!! Happy St. David's Day! 🐉
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cosmicluka · 11 months
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i know st patrick’s day is long gone but could you do a part 2 for pinch? like after the case where reader shows spencer her bra (maybe more)
Pinch (pt 2)
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)
Summary: You finally have the chance to prove your Saint Patrick's Day protection weeks after the holiday. Spencer was only slightly more ready than the first time you brought it up (spoiler alert: that's still not a lot)
Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers
Warnings: Suggestive, AFAB reader, partial nudity, one? bad word, not proofread
Word Count: 1K
A/N: This is so late... Uni has been horrid lately. I wasn't sure how spicy you wanted, but if you want NSFW, I can do a part 3 to this!
Part 1
It was supposed to be a simple case. The bodies of two women had been found in an open lot almost an hour from headquarters and two more women had been reported missing a few days prior to the discovery of the corpses. In theory, it should not have been difficult. Talk to a few people, gather the evidence, arrest whatever twisted individual responsible, rush through some paperwork, and make it home in time to come up with a new Saint Patrick’s Day tradition with your favorite genius. Preferably one that involved a lot more time and a lot less clothes.
But your green bra didn’t carry enough luck in it. Within the hour, there had been reports of a double homicide just a few miles past the border of North Carolina that matched the M.O. your suspect perfectly, meaning the team had to split up in hopes of finding the one crucial piece of missing information that would bring this case to a close. That left you with Prentiss, Hotch, and Morgan on the jet while Reid stayed behind with J.J, Garcia, and Rossi to work the case where it had all originated. 
You had tried to convince Hotch to let you stay behind, but he was adamant that you go with them, which put you in the one situation that you were trying to avoid like your life depended on it. 
“So,” Prentiss slid into the seat next to you with a grin that promised no good. “You and the genius, huh?” 
“Yeah, I, for one, would love to hear more about that new development that you showed earlier today.” Morgan was quick to butt in from his spot on the couch. You couldn’t trust your tongue not to trip over any words that could come out of your mouth, so you just looked to Hotch to silently plea for his help. “It’s not against any guidelines to fraternize with coworkers, but you should still be careful. Don’t let it affect your work.” That was all he said as he looked away from you to thumb through the file he held. A groan escaped you as Morgan and Prentiss turned their attention back on you, impatiently waiting to respond to their interrogation. If you were the one who found the unsub after you landed, they probably would be going to jail with a few extra bruises than necessary as reprimands for putting you in this situation. 
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It had been a little over two weeks since that particular suspect was apprehended and the case was closed. Since then, you and Spencer’s schedules just hadn’t cleared up. Case after case hit almost all at the same time, leaving you both exhausted even on the days that you didn’t have to take the jet anywhere. But that didn’t mean that you were waiting patiently and neither was he. It was obvious in the ways that you would let your hand linger on his arm when you walked past him or running your fingers through his hair under the guise of getting it out of his face when you were sure no one was around. It was obvious in the way that he would hover closer than necessary when he leaned over your shoulder to peak at the files you had in front of you or the way that he would sit next to you whenever he could and bump your knee with his. 
The others had noticed as well. It was no secret to you or Spencer when they had started placing bets as to when you two would finally get together. He had found it humorous while you were halfway to convincing yourself to place a bet of your own. Best outcome: you get extra money and a fantastic night with a fantastic man. Worst outcome: you lose some money, but you still get Spencer in your bed. Honestly, what could go wrong? 
You were ready to have Morgan deal you in that afternoon, but the case of the day had been resolved and you were free to leave and rest up before the next case inevitably slid across your desk to whisk you away to some other gory reality. By the time that you had packed all of your things up for the day, Morgan was nowhere to be found. A certain doctor was, however. He stood beside his desk as his slender hands shoved papers into the brown satchel that he always carried as his unruly hair flopped over in his face, making him look disheveled and much more casual than when he had come in the office that morning.
You started walking towards him with your own bag clutched in your hands to try and quell the anxiety that was slowly starting to build as you took in his lean frame. You knew your crush on the man was known to everyone, even him at this point, but that did nothing to stop the nervous onset of nausea that took over your stomach every time you stepped out of your comfort zone. “So, genius,” You had started when you got close enough to him. Spencer paused in his process of packing his things to stare at you with those big, brown eyes that drove you incredibly insane. “You have any plans for the day since we were set free early?” 
He shook his head in response. “No, not unless you count flipping through another book of Leo Tolstoy’s again.” He paused as he shoved the last paper in his bag before closing it and putting all of his attention on you. “Did you, I mean… would you…” He stumbled over his words, suddenly not having the courage to meet your eye. His question had come out in a whisper and if you hadn’t been straining not to miss a single word, you wouldn’t have heard it. 
“Want to get dinner?” You should have felt bad, at least a tiny bit. The way his face grew bright red all the way to the tip of his ears and down his neck should have persuaded you against teasing him. But you wanted to see if you could bring out the same Spencer Reid that had so boldly asked to see you naked in front of your coworkers. “Dinner sounds lovely. After that, we can go back to my place. After all, I did promise to show you my Saint Patrick’s Day protection that I just so happen to be wearing again.” You felt your own face heat up a bit with the way his eyes flitted from your face to your chest as if he could confirm the bra you were wearing through the shirt you had on as his own blush seemed to deepen. 
“Yeah-” His voice broke in a high pitched squeak before he cleared his throat, hand coming up to his collar to pull the offensive fabric away from his neck as he looked away. “I mean, yes. If you’re comfortable with it, that is. I would be fine if you just wanted to get dinner, but if you really want to-” 
“Hey, pretty boy?” His wide eyes snapped to you as the words died on his lips, mouth opening and closing much like a fish. You had to stifle a giggle at how the pet name affected the man in front of you. “Just stop talking. How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?” Your gaze landed on the bobbing of Spencer’s adam’s apple as he swallowed nervously at your teasing and you shifted your feet as you became increasingly aware of the heat settling in your stomach.
You reached out for his hand but stopped just before you could make contact. “I know, I know. Shaking hands transfers more pathogens than kissing, but-” He interrupted your own ramble with a trembling voice. “It’ll be pointless to worry about that after tonight.” You nearly choked with the way your heart leapt up to your throat as Spencer met you halfway and grabbed your outstretched hand. His skin was warm and a bit clammy from the nerves, but electricity still shot up from where you were touching through your entire body. As he started walking to the exit, pulling you along with him, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be able to survive the rest of the night if this was the effect his simple touch had on you. 
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Despite your teasing, you still ended up at a local diner for quick meal. It had felt like you were a teenager again. You shared nervous glances from over your plates and stole subtle touches as if it was against the rules with giggles each time you made contact. The nerves had visibly melted away from Spencer’s frame as he relaxed in your company again. But not even you could bat away the anxiety coming in waves when Spencer stood in the middle of your living room with his eyes combing every inch of the room except for the space you occupied. You couldn’t believe that you actually had him in your home. After months of pining after the genius and the last few weeks of torture and anticipation, he was so close to your reach. 
“Your walls are blue. Did you know that people with blue rooms are known to be more productive?” 
“I did not know that.” 
“Yeah, color theory actually stems back from the ancient Greeks, Egyptians, and Chinese. All of the colors have an affect that can be used for healing or-”
“What did they say about this color?” You took a deep breath to reassure yourself as you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving yourself bare in front of Spencer who finally turned around to face you right as the clothing hit the ground. You heard his breath hitch in his throat as he struggled and failed to keep his eyes off of your breasts that sat supported in your emerald green bra. You felt lightheaded under his gaze as he wet his lips with his tongue and took a step closer to you. “Well?” You found the courage to quip as you hid your shaking hands behind your back. “I- I don’t…Uh, I don’t know,” Spencer had started with his voice strained, eyes flitting from yours back down to your exposed chest. 
“I honestly don’t give a damn about them right now.” His whispered words were enough to have you abandoning any shame or embarrassment and you grabbed his face between his hands and pulled him closer. You gave him a moment to pull away if he wanted, but he just leaned closer to finally connect you with a passionate kiss. The way one of his hands found its way to your waist while the other tangled itself in your hair surprised you and as he began to guide you back to the open door of your bedroom without ever separating from you, you wondered what other surprises Spencer would show you tonight.
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butch--dean · 7 months
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fuck it. lazarus rising amv that I forgot about for the 15 year anniversary <3
flash warning !
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year
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