#Tuam

[stairnaheireann]

Knockma Hill (Cnoc Mheada) | Co Galway

Cnoc Meadha is a hill west of Tuam, Co Galway. It is said in legend to be the residence of Finnbheara, the king of the Connacht fairies. Of two large cairns on the hill, one was thought to be the burial-place of Finnbheara and the other of (the other) Queen Medb, whose name may be transformed in the name Cnoc Meadha. Knockma Hill is topped with prehistoric cairns. G. H. Kinahan wrote of the…

[iamanathemadevice]

‘A stain on Ireland’s conscience’: identification to begin of 796 bodies buried at children’s home

Between 1925 and 1961, babies and children were interred in the home’s grounds, many in a septic tank

[burnitalldownism]

Don’t forget about the forced labour of “sinful” women and the mass graves of babies.

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Really wish tumblr had a "people are appropriating and misusing elements of my faith and that is offensive" option for reporting posts...

CATHOLICISM 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 AN 👏 AESTHETIC 👏

[bandcampsnoop]

5/2/24.

Oh Boland (Tuam, Ireland) have been around for over a decade. During that time, they have consistently been making loud, garagey, punk/pop in the vein of The Replacements, and fellow Irish rockers So Cow.

They've previously released music on Volar Records, but "Western Leisure" is set for release at the end of May 2024 on Spanish juggernaut Meritorio Records.

Mikey Young mastered this.

[pagesofkenna]

Not enough people talking about how Squeem Fantasy High: Junior Year is basically Tuam Campaign: Star Wars

[dmullerfineart]

Things You Find Under The Stone-Oil on Canvas © Diana Muller

For those buried by Irish Institutions.

Did you feel deep inside

that you deserved no candle

no hope of light eternal

as they had taught you?

Or hold some tiny spark

some ember in your heart

that beat its burning fists

against the walls of domination?

Though the world was silent

they swallowed the lie entire

and watched your pain unmoved

The stones cried out and cut the sky.

In the end she did reclaim you

her brambles twined about you

her waters wrapped around you

like someone who loved you.

Broke through concrete and mortar

grew into the silent halls and cellars

sent light dripping into your tiny cell

brought them low as Jericho.

She whispered in your ear

that you are as she intended

perfect in your fallen flesh

all she ever wanted.

An emblem of the kingdom

all full of holy light and fire

bursting with desire and song

dwelling far from their mansions.

The stream sings your glorification

for you are under the stones

and inside the knotted trees

within your Mother’s house.

[dathwan]

"Joy is a byproduct of realizing our God given potential. You will never have more joy than discipline. By choosing to discipline ourselves, we suffer less and cause less suffering for others." - Matthew Kelly

[iammarioo]

[marcowalker148]

Anne Maries ladies boutique tuam is the right place if you are looking for the Best Ladies Fashion Boutique in Tuam. Visit them for more info:-

[deadnametrading]

hello??? The baby that disappeared?????? Would you be willing to elaborate on that

In Ireland, for a long time, if you were a young unmarried mother, or had an unplanned pregnancy, your parents and family would conspire with the Catholic church, who stole your baby as soon as it was born. These babies were sold for profit to families who wanted to adopt them, most went to America.

This happened in my family. I have a cousin, a woman who might be in her 50s now, but have no idea what happened to her. Her Mother was too pained by the memories of it, and refused to speak about it, she would have been 17 when she gave birth.

[obito-in-disguise]

When the male hashira remember they have rights and proceed to yell the most absurd thing and when they look back at their s/o their s/o is running away like they don’t them

This was a bit confusing but I hope I was able to capture what you meant;

| Freedom of speech |

Featuring; Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Iguro Obanai, Gyomei Himejima, Kyojuro Rengoku and Uzui Tengen.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

It wasn't uncommon for Sanemi to yell. He was a bonehead, after all, and true to his nature, the things he yelled were often absurd and completely unprovoked.

Whenever he did, you'd glare at him, hiding your face in embarrassment, while he’d scoff and swing his sword over his shoulder.

"I can do whatever I want," he’d shrug.

Today, however, was your breaking point.

As you walked down the street together on your way back from the market, Sanemi abruptly stopped and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I’LL TAKE ON ANYONE WHO SAYS PINEAPPLES DON’T BELONG ON PIZZA! COME ON!" His sword was out, waving it around invitingly at imaginary challengers.

Before he could even turn to you for backup, you were already halfway down the street, distancing yourself from him as fast as possible.

"He's not with me…" you muttered to the curious onlookers, speed-walking away from him at an inhuman pace.

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu was socially awkward, painfully so. Whenever your friends came around, he’d retreat to his room and wait for them to leave so he could hang out with you again.

Sometimes, though, he’d get bored and hang around the hallway to snoop in on your conversations. “Eavesdropping? I was just patrolling the house, Y/N…”

“What…?”

One day, he overheard your friends gossiping about him.

"Your boyfriend's pretty weird, Y/N…"

"Oh, come on, guys. He's just introverted."

"Still, you should be careful. He looks like the social-recluse, no-friends, ends up murdering you type."

Out of all the things they said, the words no friends echoed in his mind for the rest of the day.

By the time the two of you went on your evening stroll, the tension had built up so much that he suddenly stopped, startling the few people nearby.

"I HAVE FRIENDS!" he yelled, his voice loud and firm.

The onlookers gave him strange looks before continuing their strolls.

You sighed and cringed, grabbing his arm. "Stop eavesdropping on my conversations, Yuu…"

Iguro Obanai

Sightseeing with Obanai was supposed to be a quiet, pleasant activity. With Kaburamaru draped over his shoulder, he was unrecognizable to the townspeople in the secluded tourist city.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look of shock on his face when people bumped into him on the busy streets, shoving past without even apologizing. Back home, no one dared get within six feet of him, let alone touch him.

"Welcome to the life of a regular person, Guro…" you teased, grinning.

He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly unimpressed.

But when someone pushed past him so hard that he stumbled to the ground, his patience snapped. Hashira conduct be damned.

"YOU FOOLS HAVE NO SPATIAL AWARENESS!" he roared, standing up. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING BEFORE I MAKE YOU REGRET IT!"

The street froze in silence as everyone stared at him. Dusting himself off, Obanai adjusted his haori and glared back at the onlookers.

When he turned to look for you, you were already across the street, wearing sunglasses and shaking your head.

"We’re letting the crazies in now?" you whispered to a nearby stranger, who nodded in agreement.

Gyomei Himejima

You rarely got to see Gyomei like this, but on the rare occasion he fell sick, it was like he became an entirely different person.

Delirious and feverish, he clung to you like a lifeline, spouting random phrases that ranged from philosophical musings to utter nonsense in an entirely different language.

"Anima mea tuam desiderat," he murmured one moment, his voice full of emotion.

"Oh, Gyo…" you sighed, brushing his hair back fondly.

Eventually, you realized this was out of your control and decided to take him to Shinobu. It took eleven of her assistants and you to haul his enormous frame to the Butterfly Mansion.

As you sat by his bedside, you sneezed from the overwhelming smell of medicinal herbs.

"Excuse me," you mumbled, wiping your nose.

Gyomei suddenly bolted upright, his voice booming "THE SOUND OF Y/N'S SNEEZES BRINGS ME PEACE!"

You froze as the assistants burst into barely contained giggles.

Horrified, you sank lower into your chair. But when you looked over at his delirious, innocent smile, you couldn’t help but smile back at your poor sick baby.

"You know what? Hell yeah," you said, leaning back in your chair.

Kyojuro Rengoku

You knew what you were signing up for when you dragged Kyojuro to the local festival. Excitable and loud, he had a tendency to make everything an event.

What you didn’t anticipate, though, was how far he’d take it this time.

As he bit into a skewer of dango, he suddenly stopped, turned to the crowd, and yelled at the top of his lungs "DELICIOUS! BUT NOT AS DELICIOUS AS MY BELOVED Y/N!"

The crowd immediately erupted into “aww”s and applause. Some even started whispering about how lucky you were.

Mortified, you grabbed his arm, trying to tug him away. "Oh my gosh, Kyojuro, why?"

But his boisterous laughter only drew more attention.

“I only speak the truth, my love!” he declared, pointing dramatically toward the festival lights.

By the time you managed to drag him away, you would never bring him to another festival.

Uzui Tengen

He's had too much to drink again, everyone in the restaurant has been giving you dirty looks for the past twenty minutes.

"Uzui please...this a public space"

He ignores you, laughing louder at his own stupid joke he made earlier.

"Its true y/n! I would dog walk all the hashira! especially Tomioka, he looks very subservient!"

The restaurant went dead silent.

People stared at him, unsure whether to be horrified or amused.

By the time he turned to look for you, you had already scooted your chair over to another table.

The man you were now sitting next to gave you a questioning look.

"I have no idea who he is," you said flatly, refusing to meet Tengen’s gaze.

Omg, ya'll wouldn't believe the amount of time I spent thinking up ways for them to yell absurd things but still be in character. Because lets be for real, in what world would Gyomei yell out something like that if he wasn't not in his right mind 😭

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[horsesarecreatures]

Khirman (Joka-Tuam x Khamsa by Joka-Tuam) *1984 Arabian Stallion

[castiellesbian]

Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt. Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos.

[novankenn]

OOPS.. I'm SORRY!

Pyrrha had been bored so she had cone into the stacks. A dusty, musty collection of old books. Many of the works only having the significance of being out of print for years. So lost in her thoughts on how to finally get Jaune out of his funk about Weiss choosing Neptune, along with telling him of her own feelings, she just wandered.

Pyrrha: Huh?

A shimmer on the shelf to her left catches her eye.

Pyrrha: What's this?

Pulls a dusty tome from the shelf. She gives a puff of air to remove some of the dust from the cover. Removing the rest with a swipe of her hand.

Pyrrha: Mental Manipulation for Fun and Profit?

Cracking open the book, she began to browse the pages, trying to figure out what the title meant. However the light was too poor to read the fine type, so tucking it under her arm, she headed back to JNPR's dorm.

Twenty minutes later, Pyrrha had her nose buried in the strange text. Apparently it was a collection of techniques, and Spells? While she wasn't convinced about the "spells" part there were a lot of techniques detailed with in the pages to open another's mind to what truly surrounded them.

Pyrrha: Maybe I can get Jaune to FINALLY notice my attempts for his attention!

Flipping through more of the pages, she found a section detailing a "spell" that would help open someone's mind , and also guide them to become the perfect version of themselves. Pyrrha giggled, at the thought of Jaune becoming even more perfect for her, than he already was.

Pyrrha: Well what could it hurt? I mean magic is just make believe, everyone knows that.

So setting the book on Jaune's bed, Pyrrha began to replicate the actions and words the pages detailed. She was alone in the dorm so she didn't pay attention to where she was pointing... Pyrrha: Aperi mentem tuam, perfectam versionem effici qui sis! (Open your mind to the perfect version of who you are!)

Pyrrha felt something flow through her. Looking from the book she saw a golden purple light form at the end of her index finger that was pointing at the door to the dorm... just as it opened.

Pyrrha: Jaune!

The beam of energy hit Jaune in the center of his chest. He staggered on his feet shaking his head. Pyrrha was mortified at what had happened!

Pyrrha: I'm sorry!

Jaune: Pyr?

Pyrrha: I'm sorry, Jaune. So sorry! Are you okay?

Jaune: I think so?

Jaune blinked his vivid blue eyes a few times, before finally getting them to focus.

Jaune: Pyr, get on the bed right now!

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: You're hair is an absolute rat's nest! Bed! Now. I have to fix it!

Pyrrha: Huh?

Jaune moved about the room gathering up Pyrrha's combs and brushes as well as rushing into the bathroom, and grabbing some additional hair products.

Jaune: Sit. Sit!

Pyrrha was so confused, that she just did as Jaune told her. Her mind melted even further when Jaune stopped in front of the full length mirror on the back of the dorm's entrance.

Jaune: Ack! What am I wearing? It's hideous! Nope, nope, focus Jaune. One tragedy at a time!

For the next half hour, Pyrrha was treated to the most exquisite treatment she had ever received, as Jaune brushed and then braided her hair. Once it was done, Jaune headed into the bathroom, as Pyrrha stood looking in the mirror at the elaborate and complicated braid Jaune had weaved her long crimson locks into.

Pyrrha: It's... it's beautiful!

Half a hour later, Jaune exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his head and another tucked about his chest, leaving his legs from the thigh down.

Pyrrha: Did you shave you legs?

Jaune said nothing as he moved to the shared closet, and started to rummage. Pyrrha just stood there as Jaune redressed, with no care about her standing there, and getting a nice from behind view of her crush. Though him turning about, wearing an amalgam of her and Nora's clothes did blank her mind.

Jaune: This will have to do, until I can get to Vale and shop!

Pyrrha: What did I do to Jaune?

(A/N - I have no idea what this is. I'm listening to some Nightcore and this idiotic idea popped into my head. )