#airn

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Why?

Air this in NatGeo or Discovery Channel. They will eat this up

What happens if they fall off?

[victoria-curriden]

### Tickle Time for Riyu

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One sunny afternoon in Ninjago, Arin and Sora were playing in the garden with their beloved baby dragon, Riyu. The playful little dragon was basking in the warm sunlight, happily rolling around and enjoying the day.

“Look at him! Isn’t he the cutest?” Sora said with a smile, watching Riyu's tiny wings flutter as he rolled.

“He sure is! I think it’s time we give him some tickles!” Arin suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Great idea! He deserves all the tickles!” Sora agreed, and they both quietly approached their giggling dragon.

Riyu, feeling their presence, lifted his head and let out a playful roar. “Roooar!” he exclaimed, ready for more fun.

Arin and Sora pounced! They gently grabbed him, and as they began to tickle his tummy, Riyu squealed in delight. “Roooar! Roooar!” he growled, squirming and wriggling in their grasp.

Sora giggled, “Look at him! He loves it!” As they continued to tickle him, Riyu’s laughter echoed around the garden, pure joy spilling from the little dragon.

“Let’s tickle his paws!” Arin suggested. They moved to his tiny feet, carefully scratching between his toes. Riyu let out a series of delighted roars, his little wings flapping in excitement.

“Roooar! Roooar!” he giggled, squirming even more as they found his ticklish spots.

“Now for the back!” Sora said, moving to Riyu’s back and gently scratching the scales down his spine. The baby dragon couldn’t handle it; he rolled over and let out a loud, happy roar. “Roooar!”

Arin and Sora laughed and cheered him on. “You’re the tickle champion, Riyu!” they exclaimed, enjoying every moment of their playful time together.

After a while, they stopped, letting Riyu catch his breath. The little dragon lay on his back, panting and happy, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Suddenly, Riyu had an idea of his own! With a cheeky glimmer in his eyes, he leaned forward and gave both of them a quick lick on their cheeks!

“Hey! No fair!” Sora laughed, wiping her face. Arin chuckled, “Looks like he’s tickling us back!”

Riyu bounced with delight, letting out a final triumphant roar. “Roooar!” he proclaimed, proud of his playful revenge.

Riyu loves having fun with his 2 best friends and his 2 best friends loves to have fun with their best dragon friend

[cstuff-art]

arinand sora airn and sora doodle

[dykeleftinhotcar]

They'll turn me in your arms, lady/Into an esk and adder/But hold me fast, and fear me not/I am your bairn's father.

They'll turn me to a bear sae grim/And then a lion bold/But hold me fast, and fear me not/And ye shall love your child.

Again they'll turn me in your arms/To a red het gand of airn/But hold me fast, and fear me not/I'll do you nae harm.

[icy-watch]

Airn, honey, they don't know that.

They've only been fed propaganda their whole life.

[therightvillainouschapbooks]

From my zine "by thy shape" about Queer bodies & folklore

Poem text reads:

Tam Lin was stolen frae the aipple tree (and pleasaunt is the fairy-land) for ripe was his flesh an' sweet his bluid and his shape-shifty like ony sand (and Janet's awa to Carterhaugh as fast as she can flie) (what they did I cannot tell the green leaves between do lie) His slippery skin is not his ain (an eerie tale tae tell) they'll use his rose-ripe body as a sacrifice (to pay a teind tae Hell) 'If I'm a prize let me be yours,' -- (o win me, win me, for your ain) they'll show her a' his shapes the esk, wolf, adder and hot-airn

Is a shape a thing entire -- o the esk and adder cannot fright her even as a bear it doesn't use its fangs every shape he takes she'll hauld him tighter -- (O cast your green kirtle ower me to keep me frae the rain) (an what they did I cannot tell the green leaves were in between)

Based on Tam Lin (Child 39)

Foot of page:

an eerie tale to tell -- Ay at the end of seven years - we pay a tiend to hell; I'm sae fair and fu o flesh - I'm feard it be mysel

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[lightblogrock]

Airn real and sugar elf mill

[layla-was-here]

The story of Mary, a young, sometimes homeless, Irishwoman, living in London, in the 1840s, recorded by Henry Mayhew in 'London Labour and the London Poor, Vol. 1,' 1851.

Deed thin, sir, it’s more than 20 long years since I came from Dublin to Liverpool wid my father and mother, and brother William that’s dead and gone, rest his soul. He died when he was fourteen. They was masons in Ireland. Was both father and mother masons, sir? Well, then, in any quiet job mother helped father, for she was a strong woman. They came away sudden. They was in some thrubble, but I never knew what, for they wouldn’t talk to me about it. We thravelled from Liverpool to London, for there was no worruk at Liverpool; and he got worruk on buildings in London, and had 18s. a week; and mother cleaned and worruked for a greengrocer, as they called him—he sold coals more than anything—where we lodged, and it wasn’t much, she got, but she airned what is such a thrubble to poor people, the rint. We was well off, and I was sent to school; and we should have been better off, but father took too much to the dhrop, God save him. He fell onste and broke his leg; and though the hospital gintlemen, God bless them for good Christians, got him through it, he got little worruk when he came out again, and died in less than a year. Mother wasn’t long afther him; and on her death-bed she said, so low I could hardly hear her, ‘Mary, my darlint, if you starruve, be vartuous. Rimimber poor Illen’s funeral.’ When I was quite a child, sir, I went wid mother to a funeral—she was a relation—and it was of a young woman that died after her child had been borrun a fortnight, and she wasn’t married; that was Illen. Her body was brought out of the lying-in hospital—I’ve often heard spake of it since—and was in the churchyard to be buried; and her brother, that hadn’t seen her for a long time, came and wanted to see her in her coffin, and they took the lid off, and then he currused her in her coffin afore him; she’d been so wicked. But he wasn’t a good man hisself, and was in dhrink too; still nobody said anything, and he walked away. It made me ill to see Illen in her coffin, and hear him curruse, and I’ve remimbered it ever since.

“I was thin fifteen, I believe, and hadn’t any friends that had any tie to me. I was lone, sir. But the neebours said, ‘Poor thing, she’s left on the shuckrawn’ (homeless); and they helped me, and I got a place. Mistress was very kind at first, that’s my first mistress was, and I had the care of a child of three years old; they had only one, because mistress was busy making waistcoats. Master was a hatter, and away all day, and they was well off. But some women called on mistress once, and they had a deal of talkin’, and bladherin’, and laughin’, and I don’t know how often I was sent out for quarterns of gin. Then they all went out together; and mistress came home quite tipsy just afore master, and went up-stairs, and had just time to get into bed; she told me to tell master she had one of her sick head-aches and was forced to go to bed; she went on that way for three or four days, and master and she used to quarrel of a night, for I could hear them. One night he came home sooner than common, and he’d been drinking, or perhaps it might be thrubble, and he sent me to bed wid the child; and sometime in the night, I don’t know what time, but I could only see from a gas-lamp that shined into the room, he came in, for there was no fastenin’ inside the door, it was only like a closet, and he began to ask me about mistress. When he larned she’d been drinking wid other women, he used dreadful language, and pulled me out of bed, and struck me with a stick that he snatched up, he could see it in the gas-light, it was little Frank’s horse, and swore at me for not telling him afore. He only struck me onste, but I screamed ever so often, I was so frightened. I dressed myself, and lay down in my clothes, and got up as soon as it was light—it was summer time—and thought I would go away and complain to some one. I would ask the neebours who to complain to. When I was going out there was master walking up and down the kitchen. He’d never been to bed, and he says, says he, ‘Mary, where are you going?’ So I told him, and he begged my pardon, and said he was ashamed of what he’d done, but he was half mad; then he began to cry, and so I cried, and mistress came home just then, and when she saw us both crying together, she cried, and said she wasn’t wanted, as we was man and wife already. Master just gave her a push and down she fell, and he ran out. She seemed so bad, and the child began to cry, that I couldn’t lave thin; and master came home drunk that night, but he wasn’t cross, for he’d made out that mistress had been drinking with some neebours, and had got to her mother’s, and that she was so tipsy she fell asleep, they let her stay till morning, and then some woman set her home, but she’d been there all night. They made[467] it up at last, but I wouldn’t stay. They was very kind to me when I left, and paid me all that was owing, and gave me a good pair of shoes, too; for they was well off.

“I had a many places for seven years; after that, and when I was out of a place, I stayed wid a widder, and a very dacint woman, she was wid a daughter working for a bookbinder, and the old woman had a good pitch with fruit. Some of my places was very harrud, but shure, again, I met some as was very kind. I left one because they was always wanting me to go to a Methodist chapel, and was always running down my religion, and did all they could to hinder my ever going to mass. They would hardly pay me when I left, because I wouldn’t listen to them, they said—the haythens!—when they would have saved my soul. They save my soul, indeed! The likes o’ thim! Yes, indeed, thin, I had wicked offers sometimes, and from masters that should have known better. I kept no company wid young men. One mistress refused me a karackter, because I was so unhandy, she said; but she thought better of it. At last, I had a faver (fever), and wasn’t expected for long (not expected to live); when I was getting well, everything went to keep me. What wasn’t good enough for the pawn went to the dolly (dolly-shop, generally a rag and bottle shop, or a marine store). When I could get about, I was so shabby, and my clothes hung about me so, that the shops I went to said, ‘Very sorry, but can’t recommend you anywhere;’ and mistresses looked strange at me, and I didn’t know what to do and was miserable. I’d been miserable sometimes in place, and had many a cry, and thought how ‘lone’ I was, but I never was so miserable as this. At last, the old woman I stayed along wid—O, yes, she was an Irishwoman—advised me to sill fruit in the streets, and I began on strawberries, and borrowed 2s. 6d. to do it wid. I had my hilth better than ever thin; and after I’d sold fruit of all kinds for two years, I got married. My husband had a potato can thin. I knew him because he lived near, and I saw him go in and out, and go to mass. After that he got a porter’s place and dropped his can, and he porters when he has a chance still, and has a little work in sewing sacks for the corn-merchants. Whin he’s at home at his sacks, as he is now, he can mind the children—we have two—and I sells a few oranges to make a thrifle. Whin there’s nothing ilse for him to do, he sills fruit in the sthreets, and thin I’m at home. We do middlin, God be praised.”

[monstergraffiti]

twin suns

ein and airn might be the smallest members of the g-crew, but that doesn't mean they're defensless. or somehow any less destructive.

[domquixotedospobresblog]

There was an Indian legend that said that a woman alone was a burning fire and where she lived nothing was born, and that man was a frozen land, that no matter how fertile it was, nothing was produced there either. In fact, men and women were born on opposite sides of rivers, those of unknown dangers, because whoever fell into one of them never appeared again. They said that the Goddess of fertility always came riding a large colorful serpent, today known as a rainbow, and brought women on one side and men on the other, fire and ice separated only by a line of water, and the Goddess used her whim to see loneliness from side to side. Years like this, until one day two young people found themselves on the banks of the unknown, Fair Mentho and Kasa Airn. A connection arose, she no longer felt so hot and he warmed up with the sight of such a beautiful girl. They liked the feeling and had to reach each other. Suddenly he began to throw stones into the river to try to cross without having to risk himself and she She did the same on her side. Others who heard the noise also arrived, they on one side and they on the other. The shallowest part was already hidden by the rocks and the distance was getting smaller. Months later they could already touch each other. They didn't even manage to build the bridge completely, and the men went to the other side. The two lovers kissed and other couples began to form. The goddess still tried to get in the way by making the force of the river carry the rocks away, so that others couldn't pass. But they continued to play and play until the force of attraction between man and woman ended up winning, and the two young people decided to live together. Joining hands, they declared themselves husband and wife. At that moment, a rainbow appeared, as if they were surrendering to the force of love, and thus their marriage was born, a name given by the joining of the names of the first people to form a stable couple.

Jonas r Cezar

[wukpng]

harumi and airn harumi and arin hakrnj and arin harumi andbarin harumi andrarin

[colorisbyshe]

all of these “how do you pronounce words” posts are making me realize i say a lot of things as half syllables

rural is curl with an r but somehow slightly more syllables

errands is airns but… almost air-ins

like the second syllable wants to be there and is almost there but… can’t get there

this is more embarrassing than the time i realized i don’t say t’s right. wader boddle part 2

[hydrogenperfoxide]

I'd transcribe it like "aiyern". But if I codeswitch into a different dialect it might be like "airn" really it's the difference of one syllable or two

To be clear these "ai" bits in my transcription are how I'd write the word "I" as in "I don't like that"

I want to know something regarding the pronunciation of the word "iron", and I'm only asking native speakers and those who've been living in an English speaking country since forever (as a child), but it's not quite their native language. The latter is my definition for "second language". And only that. If you went to school in an English speaking country for a couple of years (for example studying abroad), that doesn't count as a second language in this case, please press the last button then.

People tend to say that pronouncing the "r" in iron is incorrect, that a native speaker wouldn't pronounce it that way. So... Do you pronounce the "r" in iron? Do you add an "r" somewhere?

[qubixo1]

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[dopearcadeperfection]

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