#My Highland family

[shatinn]

Sims 4 - gameplay - Granite falls weekend

[sillystringsimpsons]

sorry for inactivity!!! have a bunch of whiteboard fox doodles :3

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FAMILY TITLES AMONG THE HILL TRIBES

(ft. various linguistic notes and tangents)

In-universe Brakul’s self-given title of ‘Red-Dog’ is Brakul 'ne-Dainh' in his native language (Bict-Urbinnas dialect of the Highland language group) and Brakul 'Chin-Reyla' in Wardi. Ne-Dainh/Chin-Reyla is not something he treats as or considers an actual surname or identity, just a self-styled nickname. He already has a title.

Family names/surnames are not a native practice among the Hill Tribes (though some clans or individual families have adopted this practice), and all traditionally use titles that designate immediate ancestry, clan and tribe. These full titles are officially given when one comes of age and are spoken aloud in ceremony (with the entire direct male and female lines listed by name, with most traditions expecting 12 generations of each being named).

The function is to cement one’s sense of place in the world, and their place in a direct ancestral line, which puts the person under the full watch and guidance of their ancestors. It's also a critical method of recording lineage- the long held practice of each person memorizing at least 24 total direct ancestors allows for very long, largely accurate records of family history to be kept, with some people able to trace their ancestry all the way back to initial settlement of the Highlands (or even beyond).

Brakul’s full title is:

“Brakul virsum Kuligan et Borunil an Briyonis ne-Taig an Bict-Urbinnas”

Which dead literally translates to “Brakul son of Kuligan and Borunil of the Foothills (of) Red-Cattle, of the North (Urbin/Erubin) River Valley” but has a much richer meaning in the original language.

"BRAKUL VIRSUM KULIGAN ET BORUNIL"

The actual meaning here is closer to ‘Brakul, son of Kuligan and his father’s fathers, and Borunil and her mother’s mothers’.

“Virsum” means ‘child (son/daughter) of’ (the gender is contextual), but implies the person’s status as a descendant of a full male and female line of ancestors. A different word is used if you’re just saying ‘I’m so and so’s son”. The title describes him as a son of his father Kuligan and of Kuligan’s male line, and of his mother Borunil and Borunil's female line.

All ancestors (within this particular system of kinship, divided into one direct male line from the father and one direct female line from the mother, and not including husbands from the female line or wives from the male line) are invoked and credited with the word ��virsum’. Speaking it as part of the personal title is part of the routine and necessary honoring of one’s ancestors, who watch over their descendants from the afterlife and can temporarily return to the land to guide and protect (and sometimes punish, or teach sharp lessons to) the living.

"AN BRIYONIS NE-TAIG"

The actual meaning here would be understood as ‘clan/people of the foothills where cattle are lit red by the setting sun'.

‘Briyonis’ is the word for ‘foothill’, citing his clan’s specific location being the foothills that form the slopes of the north Urbin river valley. He is of a lesser clan within the powerful North Urbin River tribe. His clan benefits from close affiliation to their more powerful ruling clans located directly in the river valley, which grants them access to a greater variety of cultivated foods, but their actual position in the foothills still renders them predominantly reliant on cattle for subsistence. Clan names referencing cattle or horses are very common, given their frequent centrality to life.

The ‘ne-Taig’ literally means ‘red cattle’, but the ‘ne’ color word for red specifically invokes shades of red seen in and cast by a rising/setting sun. This red cast is culturally regarded as a unique beauty and evocative (and part of the name) of the solar god Hraighne. The foothills his clan is physically located on are a vantage point from which the western horizon is not fully obscured by mountains, and they experience very striking sunsets and are directly touched by the light. This is fairly unique to this location, and is invoked in the clan name and identity. ‘Ne-Taig’ here suggests a visual of grazing cattle illuminated red by the sun as it crosses the horizon.

‘Ne-Dainh’ carries the same implication, a dog illuminated red by setting sunlight. The Wardi language does not have a comparable word for a sunlit red and ‘Chin-Reyla’ really does just mean ‘(orangeish) red dog’ (‘reyla’ is specific to orangey-red colors, which is the closest match he could get. There’s no way to impart the meaning of ‘sunlit-red dog’ in Wardi that is non-clunky enough to be appropriate for a name).

"AN BICT-URBINNAS"

‘an Bict-Urbinnas’ is fairly simple, Bict means ‘north’, and 'Urbin' is the name of the specific river that stems from a northern and eastern tributary. This river has a very ancient name (or a derivative of one) that predates settlement by the Hill Tribes, and its exact meaning is lost.

The root -(n)nas designates a river valley, but has strong implications of being an esteemed and bountiful place, rather than solely a literal geographical descriptor (as the river valleys are centers of power and trade in the highlands). It may be a loanword from the Wardi language family, as its usage is VERY similar in form and function to the Wardi -(n)nos, which also suggests a place of esteem and bounty (more specifically having connotations of a kingdom).

’An’ literally means ‘of’, but in the specific sense of describing the place and identity of a collection of people. ‘an Bict Urbinnas’ would be understood in speech as ‘of the north Urbin River Valley (people)’. The clans historically settled in and around the valley of the North Urbin River form the totality of the Bict-Urbinnas tribe.

The ‘Urbin’ word predates the contemporary Wardi name ‘Erubin’ for the river, the latter of which invokes the semi-mythological founding figure Erub, who himself was of a Wardi tribe located downriver to the south of the Highlands. The real historically extant ‘Erub’ was most likely named Urub after the river, with his cited name shifting over the centuries in folklore, and the Wardi name for the river shifting with it.

‘Erubin’ as a corruption of ‘Urbin’ functions very well in Wardi language due to ‘-bi/bin’ denoting something as a ‘gift’, usually in a more metaphorical sense. ‘Erubin’ is understood as meaning ‘(The river that is) Erub’s gift’, and the Erubin/Urbin river is a key tributary to the much larger Black river, one of the key rivers that feeds the region's wetter and more fertile west. This 'gift' meaning also occurs in the name of the southeastern Imperial Wardi city-state Erubinnos, which is understood as meaning ’((The kingdom that is) Erub’s gift’. He is considered to have conquered and taken the land (from the core city's actual founders, the Wogan people) and established a kingdom there in the early days of warring Wardi tribal monarchies.

[pyrrhicraven]

Which person in each of your ships is the most clingy / over-protective?

Super Mario Bros: 1000% Luigi no matter who his partner(s) is/are lol

TMNT: Saki is overprotective but I wouldn't say clingy 🤔

Yu Yu Hakusho: Hiei is overprotective and his version of clingy even if he won't admit it at all lol

Danny Phantom: Vlad, the crazy guy would 100% be very clingy at first and will always be overprotective.

Invader Zim: Honestly that one goes both ways They are both clingy and Overprotective lol

Star Wars: Dooku would be the overprotective one where he can depending on which version I'm writing. Cad and Padme would be protective of each other but I wouldn't say overly so.

Batman: I'd normally say Bruce is the overprotective one but it amuses me that his rouges would be the clingy overly protective ones because they all want to be the ones to best him and don't like it when someone else tries to beat him that isn't a rouge 😂

Gravity Falls: Bill. It will always be Bill no matter who he's paired with since he's such a little psycho🤣

Hellsing: I mean Alucard is kind of obvious but with the way I write him he would be a clingy bastard but try to make it seem like he wasn't and he'd be overprotective but that's a two-way street because I couldn't see anyone I've paired him with not being over-protective of him too.

Miraculous Ladybug: ohhh that's way too easy Gabriel or Felix as both have very dominant personalities and even though Marinette is Ladybug that wouldn't stop them from being overprotective of her.

Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits: Ginji and Ōdanna for sure lol Aoi is very cute after all...🤣

hotel Transylvania: Drac of course but I could see Jonny being just as protective.

The Flash: Honestly a lot of that going around for any pairing I write for this one. Barry can be clingy and overprotective. Len and Mick are extremely overprotective of their speedster 😈

Megamind: Another example of overprotective on both sides. I can't really see it any other way. But maybe Mega is slightly more overprotective, he's also very much the one that is clingy too!

The Witcher: Geralt enough said 🤣

Knights and Magic: It wouldn't be Ernesti 😅

Metal Family: Glam of course but honestly everyone to some degree.

Scooby Doo: Uhhh I do have a ship written for this one but it's more a horror version than anything 😵‍💫But Velma would be the 'overprotective' one...

Guardians of Childhood: Pitch would be overprotective considering how much he's lost in his admittedly long life. But Jack would be just as overprotective once Pitch let him in.

Hazbin Hotel: That's a hard one? I mean on one hand, you have Lucifer, the guy everyone just seems to want to spit on but is mega powerful-then we have Alastor, an unrepentant serial killer and someone who won't show his cards. (Though one wonders who the smile is really for)

OK K.O.: Boxman 100% lol I mean That's not to say that Venomous wouldn't have his moments of overprotectiveness but Boxman would be more so.

Highlander: Duncan because that's so in character for him tbh.

[excelsior9173]

my mom made a basque burnt cheesecake and i don’t think i can ever go back to eating regular cheesecake

so so so good. it doesn’t have a crust, it’s so insanely smooth and rich and creamy and oh my god

i need to make one for myself to eat all on my own lmao

[calamitys-child]

"Woah black Betty bramble jam" got me good

Ghggsfgd I'm so glad it's such a cheap joke but it's so fun, when my aunt gave us the jars me and dad spent weeks every time mum made toast going "can I get a snack?" "Sure what kind" "WHOA BLACK BETTY" until she threatened to kill us both and it still makes me giggle

[the--highlanders]

honestly I feel like I should apologise to the writer of the phantom piper. sorry king your audio rewired my brain & now I'm trying to rewrite it ✌️

[raven]

Mariner was crazy for this album fr its crazy how she shaped my life

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[freebooter4ever]

So im still exhausted. I keep making dumb mistakes and doing stupid shit like leaving charging cords at work or at home. My coordination is gone, im tripping and knocking into things. My eyes feel sore??? All i want to do anymore is lie down and try to sleep. :/

I think i was running on pure adrenaline last week...and now that 'panic' mode is done my body is paying me back for all the stress. :( i barely slept the entire time i was traveling, i regularly drove for like 10+ hrs on next to no sleep which...yeah. I know. Dangerous. The constant tension of whether or not snow was going to make my next route passable, and worry over keeping other people's schedules. And then to get to my grandparents house and to find out they're not moving till may and the 'end of march' deadline was an arbitrary schedule that didnt actually matter. Im not mad, i cant be mad at them they're moving which is stress enough, im just...mourning my exhaustion and inability to function lol. Had they let me wait even one more month the snow and the insane storms would have been gone.

Anyway, just thinking about that feeling of 'safety' or 'comfort' and how precious a thing it is for me (and my sleep) . After my anxiety started growing worse it takes a LOT for me to feel 'safe' with someone or somewhere. My italian grandparent's house would be one, nick's sister's house would be another. And then my friends house in the mountains of oregon, who are just the kindest, most generous people. The two nights i spent there were literally the only times i slept last week.

Back in the fall of 2018, six months after grandpa died and still unemployed, i helped grandma travel by train to ohio, flew back to seattle, stayed with sanjeev for a week ish, and then started south to los angeles because i literally couldnt think of anywhere else to go. And these friends in oregon - they were off traveling at the time - let me stay in their house for over a week. I was so scared about the future, i was still grieving and feeling like a total ghost, still processing my dad's very friendly comment (when i asked him why he hadn't offered to let me stay in his house after i flew back from ohio) about how if i couldn't afford to house myself i deserved to be homeless.

(honestly that wasn't even the part that bothered me - i knew that about my dad from the time when i was a kid and he would point out homeless people to me and jokingly say 'that will be you as an artist!'. Instead of instilling fear in me though this backfired and all my charity work in high school dealt with homeless shelters lol. But no, the part that bothered me was how he tacked another comment onto the end - that life 'couldn't go back to how it was'. THAT was when i broke down crying in front of him because i think stupid me still genuinely believed that if i moved back to seattle my dad would go back to being my best friend and it'd be us against the world again.)(i saw him for five minutes in sac last week - he refused to even have lunch with us)

Instead in 2018 i was anchorless, emotionally disconnected from reality, and instead of comdemning me like everybody else in my family, my friends were like 'dont worry about it, the house is empty, please use it.' And i did! I was nervous at first. But then i started exploring the area - went to a bunch of state parks out in the middle of nowhere hidden in the high desert. Ended up LOVING one of them and collected those tacky tourist maps and just scribbled all my observations and tips on the best roads to drive/things to do/see onto the margins. And i collected all the brochures and compiled a kind of guide, and left it on the counter just in case my friends hadn't found that particular area to explore yet. And sure enough, they hadn't! To this day they still talk about how happy they were to have all these suggestions and things to see, and how that particular area is now one of their favorite places to visit. So what im saying is that's the only place i got any rest last week. Also those pancakes. I need to make those pancakes.

Anyway i'm just so fucking tired, man. This is the second 'vacation' where i've come back more exhausted than when i left, i think i need to do something differently. (also fuck you dad, five years in LA and not homeless once)

[nostalgia-tblr]

fandom problems #3423: i feel like at least one reader is going to read about this babby 'quickening' and assume there's some sort of Highlander thing going on in there. which would actually be far more interesting even if i'm not sure of the logistics. i've heard of absorbing your own twin, but never of beheading your twin in the womb to get the magic immortality-lightning out of them. but I respect the dedication to There Can Be Only One on the part of the twin that did it.

[ilhoonftw]

my favorite polish mystery is why three góral guys decided to cut their dicks off. it happened in span of like 2 months and at least one of them had the dick sewn back on and it healed well enough to be functional. i followed this story for months bc it happened in my voivodeship so daily papers were reporting all updates

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

anna or lily going into a convent (and being in america) and carlo can use that as a reputation boost hhhhhhhh

[wszczebrzyszynie]

References used : orawski costume for jim and hrubieszowski for tango but i dont have any nice pictures of the latter .good night

made myself folk rancher wallpapers to hopefully make my next few months better

[deborabuerk-the-write-stuff]

The Legacy of Robert Burns and Auld Lang Syne

By DEBORA RAGLAND BUERK,Writer, editor, andsometimes family historian. The Write Stuff. "Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?Should old acquaintance be forgot,and auld lang syne?For auld lang syne, my dear,for auld lang syne,we'll take a cup of kindness yet,for auld lang syne." Auld Lang Syne. Auld Lang Syne is a Scottish song pronounced: [ˈɔːl(d) lɑŋˈsəin].…

[rangers-arecool]

Calm Amid the Thunder

For: Open | Ask if you’d like it specified to your muse Muse: Skiá Catanach Meme: PDR Week 4 2022 Prompt: Trust Setting: Killin, Scotland | Summer of 1995

Summer time in the small Scottish Highlands village of Killin rarely altered life for the residents who lived there all year round. Although more stable than some of the other towns and villages situated in and around the Highlands, the weather did have a tendency to not do as foretold. But that was to be expected when living so close to the Dochart Waterfalls, which formed part of the River Dochart, and the Breadalbane mountains. However, summer time also brought something else to Killin and that was tourists.

A lot of tourists.

It often meant that a few of the small community shops had to draft in extra help over the tourist season, which ran from May to the end of September. Most of the people pulled into help were permanent residents of the village or students who were home for the summer and willing to earn some money. None of the extra help were outsiders, all except for one and everyone in Killin agreed that she was a permanent resident despite her protests.

“Skiá! Good morning and -”

“If the next words out of yer mouth are ‘will you go out with me this afternoon?, I will throw ye out of this pub, Murdoch.”

“Good thing that I wasn’t talking to you then, Ciarach. Besides, you can’t throw me out as it’s not yer pub.”

Distracted momentarily from what she was doing by the call of her name, it didn’t take the grey eyed young woman long to realise who had called her. Normally she didn’t have a problem with speaking to Nathan Murdoch, as well as denying all of his offers and advances. But after everything that had happened at Hogwarts School over the last year and losing one of the few people she, well Fred, had trusted, Skiá didn’t want to deal with him. And it showed.

A single glance at the weariness on the pale features of one of their most liked youngest residents, had the pub/inn’s owner acting. At 29 years old and nearly 6ft7, Sam Catanach towered above most of the people who worked, lived and visited Killin. He was often called the gentle giant of the Scottish Highlands, for he was known to help rescue those who needed assistance up on the mountains. But there was also another side to him. A side that only the village’s magical folk knew about.

Sam was a born werewolf and the Alpha of the Scottish Catanach Pack. He was also one of the Leaders of the Day community, which allowed him to step in whenever anything occurred in the village during the daytime. Like right now. “Conall might not be able tae throw ye out but I can an’ will, Nathan. Leave the lass alone or I’ll ban ye from ‘ere again.” It wouldn’t be the first time that he had banned the 25 year old fisherman from the establishment and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it to protect someone. In particular, a certain gender fluid English teenager.

While the quiet werewolf Alpha dealt with Nathan, Skiá packed everything away and slipped into the shadows. She didn’t really feel like dealing with anyone else that day, except for Conall and Sam. But that was one of the best parts about living out here. Unlike back at the Weasley family home, the Burrow, she wasn’t falling over people or having to share a bathroom.

Although she did miss George and Ginny sometimes but her twin wasn’t living at the Burrow anymore. The only two kids still in the family home were Ginny and Ron. Bill and Charlie were Egypt and Romania respectively while Percy and George lived in London. Her twin and their older brothers all tried to visit, even Percy as it gave him a break.

A very loud screech caught the redhead’s attention and made a rarely seen grin form on her lips as she stepped from the shadows near her home. There was no need to avoid the diving Peregrine Falcon as she knew exactly who it was. Strike, her animal companion of 5 years. Seeing the dark streak and hearing the loud screech had become a constant for her now. It was often the falcon who alerted those around her if something was wrong and being the fastest bird of prey in the world, it rarely took him long to get to places.

There was absolutely nothing about this day that make the barely 5ft4 17 year old witch be prepared for what was to come. No one had plans to visit and with the tell-tale early warning signs of a thunderstorm approaching, she had no plans to go out tonight. It was going to be a quiet evening in for her curled up with a book, a hot chocolate and listening to music in front of the living room fireplace.

Or at least, that’s what her plan was.