#ceann

[chronically-chaotic-cryptid]

turns out Danny Healy-Rae was the one force strong enough to unite the left and right in Irish politics

[who-do-i-know-this-man-s3]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[lightheaded-dullahan]

shower your lord wife in praise iori

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[identifying-songs-in-just-dance]

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[alpha-mag-media]

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[daraasum]

it's saturdaaaaaay so have some Sith babies i made in this picrew

Toki and Ceanne Oress, Tezanna Oress and Nogeco Kallig's precious Sithspawn (Nogeco goes with @dak-legacy)

Toki Oress: Only boy and spitting miniature of his father, Toki knows every corner of the family home where he can hide from his younger sister or older half-sister. He enjoys reading in total solitude or going to archeological digs with his father or Uncle Talos.

Ceanne Oress: Youngest child and proud occupant of the Baby of the Family spot, even if neither her brother or half-sister is inclined to treating her as such. On the other hand, her father's insistence that his little princess can do no wrong has created something of a monster that her mother struggles to tame.

[allbeautydestroyed]

We almost made it there this year but weren’t quite up to the hike in the end. Looking at these photos I regret it a bit.

Three Castle Head by Abby Farson Pratt

[scotland]

Sunset over Ceann Hulavig stone circle on the Isle of Lewis 🌅

Ceann Hulavig is an ancient stone circle located on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides, Scotland. This prehistoric site, also known as the Callanish IV stone circle, is part of a broader collection of megalithic structures known collectively as the Calanais Stones (or Callanish Stones). The Ceann Hulavig circle consists of standing stones arranged in a circular pattern and dates back to the Neolithic period, approximately between 3000 and 2000 BCE.

The Calanais Stones are a significant archaeological ensemble comprising several stone circles, standing stones, and other prehistoric structures scattered across the region. The primary and most famous site is the Calanais I, which features a central stone circle with a cruciform arrangement of monoliths extending from it. These ancient monuments are believed to have been constructed for ceremonial or ritualistic purposes, and they are aligned in ways that suggest an astronomical function, possibly related to lunar and solar cycles.

The exact purpose of the Calanais Stones remains a subject of ongoing research and debate. Theories suggest they could have served as a place of worship, a community gathering site, or an ancient astronomical observatory. The alignment of the stones indicates a sophisticated understanding of astronomy among the Neolithic people who built them.

Ceann Hulavig, like the other Calanais sites, offers valuable insights into the prehistoric past and the spiritual and social lives of the ancient inhabitants of the Isle of Lewis. These sites continue to attract researchers, historians, and tourists, drawn by their historical significance and the mystery that still surrounds their original use.

[jeanzoriley-cod]

Soooo. Are you and Rudy gonna kiss? Not because I also bet someone you guys would.

How many o' there are ye?? Where did ye all come from? Who is makin' these bets? I guess ye would 'ave ta ask Rudy tha' question also. I wouldn't want ta just spring it on 'im, ye know?

Mar sin féin, ní miste liom dá n-imreodh sé ceann amháin orm.

@las-almas-border-patrol, anythin' ta add?

[lightheaded-dullahan]

Heya! Was looking at your banner again and was wondering if you had any headcanons for Schez and Hans if they interacted more? What do you like most about their dynamic?

(Visibly shaking like a chihuahua) no I don’t have any whatsoever

- HCA did read 1001 Nights as a child (according to recounts of his childhood), and considering some of his stories I wouldn’t be surprised he took some inspiration from it! So I like to imagine in Fate, Hans is actually a big fan of Scheherazade!

- following that, I like to think when she first showed up in Chaldea, he was actually rather shy about meeting her. Like how you’d be shy upon meeting an idol. I think she’d be equally as shy considering she has a low self image upon arriving due to her past and actions, so having someone who read her stories and inspired them would probably be a little overwhelming.

- ultimately I think she and Hans get along pretty well, but I think their biggest tension would be along the lines of how pointed his criticisms can be and in return how destructive her self preservation can become.

- amongst the writers I think they have the closest style and so I can imagine them sharing recommendations more regularly.

- it’s far more headcanon than based on their actual appearances, but I sometimes like to think Scheherazade and Hans have a mentor-student relationship - more on the casual side since they remain in a similar position of power but in that Hans admires her as a writer.

- I can also see a romantic relationship , but I don’t think either of them is capable of being sexually imitate. Mainly due to both their traumas relating to sexual situations (very different traumas for clarification). I also don’t really see either of them as interested in that sort of thing in a relationship. It’s a bit harder to imagine it without some serious body dysphoria on Hans’ part due to being placed in a younger body (if we’re using his normal body and not the one from the summer event, that one is the one I imagine most would prefer to use here though) and the effects of his Innocent Monster and also his historic issues , which may slow any progression for a long time.

- ultimately though, I think they two could find the place to see each other as confidants.

[blindmagdalena]

Trick & Treat

18+ 2.1k Dullahan!Homelander x F!Reader. established relationship, body horror, dirty talk, cunnilingus, cream pie. written for monsterlander mania

A world in which all supes are the results of humans experimenting on one another with the blood of Fae from the Seelie Courts. Homelander is one such amalgamation, and as a result of his Gan Ceann blood, he has a particularly neat party trick to show you. 

Homelander always kisses you like he means to devour you. You’re certain he could, especially when your teeth touch the sharp juts of his canines. Never do they seem more like fangs than when he’s dragging them along your throat, licking the salt from your skin with a wicked, hungry noise.

“You said you were going to show me a trick,” you remind him with a giggle, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Mmmm, that I did,” he hums, walking into you, forcing you backwards until the back of your legs bump his bed. You laugh as he gives you a gentle push, sending you down onto the plush bedding with a bounce. “Think you can handle it? It’s an awfully spooky trick,” he warns, those fangs of his flashing in a brilliantly white smile.

Sitting up, you scoot forward on the bed so that you can begin working his belt loose. “I’ve handled everything else you’ve thrown at me, haven’t I?”

Dating Homelander has more or less been a gauntlet of how many strange quirks you can endure from a single partner. You’ve grown accustomed to his fussiness when it comes to the rules of hospitality, his severe aversion to any and all iron, his penchant for milk–he likes it best when you leave it out for him unprompted–and most importantly of all, his deep love of jokes and trickery.

“True,” he supposes, cupping either side of your face. He strokes the rise of your cheeks, smiling down at you with the kind of tenderness that makes your stomach flip.

Returning his smile, you tug at the zipper of his pants, but he stops you. “Ah ah ah. I’ll be the one giving you head tonight, missy. But first,” he says, which tells you he most definitely has a scheme in mind. “Undress for me.”

Huffing a playful breath, you withdraw your hands and instead pull off your own shirt. You shimmy out of your pants and underthings next, leveling Homelander with an expectant look once you’re fully undressed. He lets out a low whistle, leaning down to kiss you. “It’s like a self-opening present. Never gets old,” he says, nipping at your bottom lip.

“What’s the trick?” You ask, bouncing lightly on the bed. 

He laughs. “So impatient! Fine, fine, alright, Christ,” he says, reaching up to the collar of his suit. He unzips a concealed zipper, and tugs the opening loose. Watching you, he places both hands flat over his temples, and gives you one last lingering look, lips curled in a devious grin. “Y’ready?”

Apprehension crawls into your gut and nestles there, your own smile faltering slightly. “Ready…”

You jump when he snaps his head to the side with a strange sound. It almost sounded like the tear of velcro, and before you can question what the hell it was, the wind is knocked completely from you when he lifts his head clean off his neck. No connective tissue, no blood, no gore. He simply holds his head up like a trophy, the bottom of it an empty, black abyss.

“Surprise!” He says, his disembodied head still grinning as he suddenly holds it out to you.

You scream, scrambling back on the bed, your eyes wide. “What the fuck! Oh my god, what the fuck? What the fuck, Homelander!?”

He starts laughing, kneeling on the bed. “Whaaat? I thought you liked tricks,” he says, placing his head on the bed while he adjusts his collar. “Yeah, we don’t advertise this one too much. Freaks people out,” he says, rolling his eyes. It’s beyond surreal to watch him emote like this, his neck cushioned by the bedding while his body continues to operate behind him.

Mouth agape, you continue to stare at him, a morbid curiosity slipping in amidst the horror. “How… How is this possible?”

“Same bullshit that makes flight and laser vision possible,” he says, watching you. It takes you a moment, but beyond the perverse enjoyment of your shock, you’re sure you see a flicker of apprehension in his expression. He’s waiting, you realize.

Waiting to see how you’ll respond. If you’ll reject him.

These are often the stages of your relationship with Homelander. He parts the curtain of himself bit by bit, daring you to flee with each confession about his existence. This is by far the most alarming reveal so far.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, the tension in your body easing.

He looks surprised, as if no one has ever asked him that before. Behind him, his body shrugs. “Uh, nope. Feels like stretching.”

“This is insane,” you say, crawling towards his head. Of all the things supes are capable of, you’ve never seen anything like this.

His smile slowly returns. “Pick me up.”

Your expression blanches. “What?”

“C’mon! Pick me up. Gimme a kiss,” he says, puckering his lips, coaxing you with kissy sounds.

Oh god.

“I…” You sigh. “...Alright, I’ll… Okay. Let me just…” You slip your hands behind his jaw, cupping the back of his neck, using your thumbs to brace him from tipping forward. “Oh, god, okay, I don’t want to drop–your head is really heavy,” you grunt, surprised by the density of it.

“Thirteen pounds, baby,” he confirms proudly.

“I was sure all the hot air would lessen the load,” you say, hefting him up to your eye level.

“Veeery funny,” he drawls. “Kissy time.”

After one last beat of hesitation, you lean in, bringing him close as you do. Closing your eyes, kissing him feels like it always does. His lips are as hungry for yours as ever, coaxing them into a dance. If not for the weight of all thirteen pounds of his head in your hands, you might forget anything was different at all.

Distracted, you don’t notice the bed dip behind you until you feel Homelander’s gloved hands on you, pulling your back to his chest, startling you. “God,” you gasp as you look back, a shiver running up your spine at the image of his headless torso poised behind you. “That is so fucking scary,” you say, returning your gaze to his head in your hands.

“Relax, babe,” he purrs, licking his lips. “You got your trick. It’s only fair you get a treat now.”

“What do you–oh!” You startle at the press of his fingers between your thighs, grip tightening on his skull. “You seriously want to–to fool around like this?” You ask, unable to do anything but fall back against his chest while his fingertips stroke your clit, his other hand sliding up your side, cupping your breast.

“Do I seriously want to eat your pretty pussy while I fuck you? Uh, yeah. I do,” he says, which admittedly lights a spark right at your core. “C’mon, sweetheart. Like this,” he says, taking his hand from your chest to grab a handful of his own hair, pushing your hold on him down, bringing his head between your legs. He nudges your knees further apart with his own, and brings himself close enough to drag his tongue over your clit, glancing up to watch you shiver, the glint in his eyes downright wicked.

“This is so weird,” you say, but it fades off into a moan as his tongue swirls. He only stops so that he can suck his own fingers into his mouth, thoroughly wetting them before he returns to licking your clit while his spit-slick fingers stroke your cunt, rubbing back and forth a moment before slowly sliding in.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, hips jerking. “Oh, ffffuck…”

It’s almost like being in bed with two different people at once. Homelander is as voracious as ever, licking and sucking every drop that spills from you. You feel his tongue lap at where your pussy is stretched around his fingers before dragging back to your clit, lips closing on it while the pointed tip of his tongue swirls.

“That’s it,” he says between the drags of his tongue. “Taste so fuckin’ good, babe. Ready for me?” He asks, slipping his fingers free. You’re not left hanging for long, the wet head of his cock eagerly nudging your pussy. He moans at that first hot press, giving a playful little growl as he nuzzles against your cunt, sucking hungrily at your clit.

“Yeah, yes, yes, m’ready,” you pant, thighs shaking. His head is getting heavy, but his tongue feels too good to let go of, or even adjust. “Don’t stop, keep–keep doing that.” He eagerly complies, humming against you while the head of his cock splits you open in one slow delicious slide.

You’ve had his head between your legs, and you’ve had the fullness of him inside you, but never could you have imagined both at once. The sheer heat of him is overwhelming, and you shudder bodily against him. His arms move to either side of you, and he nudges your hands out of the way, taking his head from them and relieving you of the weight.

“Touch me,” he groans against you, bracing you firmly in place within the bracket of his arms. You do so readily, slipping one hand into his hair while your other falls to his thigh, gripping it tight. He snaps his hips harder, knocking a moan out of you as he picks up a rhythm, his tongue never once faltering. Your breaths grow pitchier the faster he moves, his arms giving you nowhere to squirm, no reprieve while he fucks and devours you to his hearts content.

All you can do is hold on.

“I-I’m gonna come,” you whine, struggling to get the words out with the way each crack of his hips knocks the breath from you, edging you closer and closer to your climax.

“Me too,” he murmurs, though you feel it more than you hear it. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Do it. Wanna taste it when you come on my cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, Homelander, Homelander!” You cry, your nails biting into the fabric of his suit, yanking hard on his hair as your body locks up. The orgasm that hits is torrential, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Your thighs shake, and if not for Homelander’s arms braced on either side of you, holding you tight to his chest, you’d collapse. 

All the while he sucks and licks you through it, fucking greedily into your quivering pussy, gasping hot and wet against your clit as he comes, too, fucking it into you as deep as he can while lapping up whatever spills on his tongue.

You sink back against him, loose-limbed and shuddering. Every pass of his tongue earns a jerky little thrust from you, the wet slide of it creating a burst of little aftershocks of pleasure.

Eventually, overstimulation begins to edge out your enjoyment. “Okay,” you rasp, giving his hair a gentle tug at the same time you pat his thigh. “Okay, good, good boy, that was… Fuck.”

Homelander pulls off of your clit with a pop, humming a pleased little purr. You completely collapse against him as he lifts his arms from you–lifting them over your head like the bars on a rollercoaster–and takes his head with him as he does. You hear a shuffle of fabric, and then an odd kind of crunch not unlike the one you heard when he first popped it off.

“Mmmmm…” He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling at your neck. As he tenderly kisses up your neck, it's good to feel his lips where you expect them to be relative to his body again. “God, I’ve been thinkin’ about that for awhile,” he says, nipping playfully at your ear.

“I can confidently say that I had never once considered that,” you say, your words half slurred. You barely feel like your own head is attached after how hard you came.

He laughs, the heat of his breath on your ear giving you goosebumps. “Think you’d do it again?” He asks, voice pitched low and wicked, but you can hear the slight edge to his voice. You’ve been with him long enough to know that he wants to know that you liked it. That you like him. 

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, and you can’t help but smile. You kiss him, licking the shared taste of you both from his lips. He squeezes a little moan out of you, hugging you like he’ll never let you go.

“Yeah,” you say softly, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Part of you is surprised you don’t feel some kind of seam. “In a heartbeat.”

[ranticore]

I thought I'd make a quick "here's how u pronounce" for some names/words in inver & hibernogallic (the french language spoken there)

If I was really hardcore about it I'd post voice clips of me saying the words but if I did then u would know that i am shocking bad at french

Inver - not pronounced like the real world place Inver. It's more like "awn-ver"

Esk - not what you think - try to mash "esk" and "ash" into one word while you say it Comes from the first syllable of Eiscir.

Félix - sorry fellas it's "fay-LEES" as in 'lease'.

Senca - that's "San-ka"

Islin - you can pelt me with sticks and rocks for this one. It's "Ish-la"

Ó Donnchadha [Islin's surname] - irl this is the root of "O Donohue" but it's not spoken that way. "Dun-a-ha" is the best way I can write that without explaining how lenition sounds ('cha')

Erica - short for Ericales so it's like "er-ee-ka", not the feminine form of Eric.

Sionnach [Eri's surname]- "shun-ach" again with the soft ch. You can google how to pronounce that one

Carhaix - no fuckin clue I think it's car-ay

Lough - just say "lock" don't even try anything else

D'Ouilly - it's like Dwilly but ppl in Inver sometimes call them Dawleys.

Sidhe - you know how to pronounce this one

Searrach - if you got Sionnach right then you can work this one out too I believe in you

Amhan - that's "awan" and yes from the same root as avon

Invergorken - from Inbhearr Ceann, locals would scrub out the middle syllable and just say "Inverken". You can tell an outsider by their more careful pronunciation

Síofra - "shee-fra"

Valéry - not like Valerie, heavy stress on the second syllable so it's "vaLERy"

Ye - everyone is wrong about this. It's not "yeh" it's YEE and it's a plural "you". Similar to yous, yeez, or y'all

Wycombe - a real place I've been to multiple times and we'd see the road signs and go ahh it's WHY-CUM-BEE but it is in fact pronounced wiccam or if you prefer, Wickham. Basically the only time I let a character have an English name.

Some additional notes on the language - it's mutually intelligible with hibernian and aquitanian but considered really ugly by native speakers of both those languages. The most common complaint is that it sounds like someone speaking their language through a mouthful of rocks

There are no standalone words for "yes" or "no" - when they are used (and I made sure while writing that they are not used often in dialogue), it's usually as an additional affirmative in a sentence, and not in answer to a question. I slipped up a few times tho

To answer a question in the affirmative or negative instead of saying yes or no, you just repeat the verb from the question - "did you sleep?"/"I did" - "have you seen this?"/"I haven't"

[salantami]

A house nestles in the shadows of Ceann Loch Uachdrach near Ardmolich in the highlands of Scotland

Photo credit : instagram.com/markmullenphoto

[just-ray]

Okay, so first, a VERY BREIF and BARELY ACCURATE history.

England occupies Ireland, and we're like nah man we're dome with this. That causes a lot of stuff that leads to a lot of other stuff, all of which is immensely important and will get its own post.

In Ireland we have three parties that I will refer to the most

Fianna Fáil or FF

Fine Gael or FG

Sinn Féin or SF or "The Shinners"

So, Ireland wants its independence, and Britain is like, "Why are you not hip and down with the kids >:(" and acts as if nothing will really come of it, until things do come of it. A VERY long story for another post short, we're looking like we're going to have the dáil in Westminster (england territory), but the shinners, and in fairness fair play to them, are NOT having that, and thus Westminster Dáil was done and gone.

Years into the future, and here we are now, so let's get down to it. Keep in mind this will be an ELI5 (explain like I'm five) because tbh thats what I needed when i was first getting into politics.

The lingo

Dáil= the new york of Leinster House. Gossip central if you follow politics. The place where they come up with things. The lower house. The arguably more central/relevant house but everyone follows different things

Seánad= the Cornwall of Leinster House. Chilled out enough and eveyone gets on for the most part. The place where they discuss and approve or turn down the things that they came up with in the dáil. The higher house.

TD (Teachta Dála): dáil homie

Senator : seanad homie

President = mostly ceremonial. The big guy. Unlike an American president, which would be the equivalent of a taoiseach, the Irish president just kind of chills and signs things and occasionally dissolves the dáil (dissolves meaning he gives them permission to hold another general. More on that later.) The president is the highest house.

Oireachtas/Houses Of The Oireachtas = a collective term for all three "houses" (groups) within irish politics. The Dáil, The Seanad, and The President.

Taoiseach = the big guy

Tánaiste = the smaller big guy

Opposition leader = the big woman representing the side that isn't really keen on the two big guys

Ceann Comhairle = Makes sure no TD goes over their given time limit to speak. Controls excess conflict. The Dáils Babysitter, and in my opinion, the nicest man you will ever meet.

Leas Ceann Comhairle = deputy ceann comhairle, and the dáils favourite auntie.

Cathoirle = ceann comhairle for the seanad.

Minister for [___] = Member of government appointed by the Taoisieach that manages a specific department and area.

Department = Other word for a place where they do things. Eg: department of health = place where the minister for health + a load of other people who know about health do politics stuff related to health.

Constituency: almost like a county but does not conform to current counties. Basically a county in the world of politics. Usually, constituencies are divided and changed based on the number of people in the area. Eg: Dublin is broken into Dublin Southwest, Dublin west, Dublin South Central ect because of how many people are in Dublin

How Do Elections Work?

How do parties work?

You want to get elected? Bam. Okay. Do you like any of the parties? No? Okay then you can run independently. TDs that don't follow a party are called "independants".

So why isn't eveyone an independent? Simple.

It is extremely difficult, in fact almost impossible to get into government without being in a party. The price we pay to be in government is individual expression, which is why its REALLY IMPORTANT to choose a party you agree with.

Okay- so now we go as so-

How much do you want to be in government? And how much are you willing to sacrifice your political liberty for that?

I just want to express 100% my own opinion, and im okay with not being in government = independent

I want to have a chance to be in government and am willing to work and fight HARD to get it while still expressing my opinions even if it may not happen in my lifetime = People Before Profit, Rabharta

I want to mostly express my opinion even if I have to conform a little, but also want to be in government to have a chance to make change = Labour, Socdems

I want to get into government and do nothing = greens

I hate the taoiseach = sinn féin

I hate women = aontu probably

Really want to be in government and am willing to commit to owning and recognising my parties past mistakes and improving= probably FF or FG, depending on whether you're more inclined to culchie kerry or trinity collage core Kimmage.

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And now, (almost) inaccurate representation of parties with 6 words or less.

Sinn fein = ex ra. Okay party leader.

FF = FG but culchie

FG = FF if they drank earl grey

Rabharta = communists

Pbp = socialists

Socdems = socialists that REALLY want government years

Aontu = hates abortion. Salutes irish flag.

Irish Freedom Party = hates abortion....and gays....and women....

Renua = ??? Progressive pro lifers?? Somehow???? Idfk...

Greens = Google "eamon ryan sleeping dáil"

Labour = white slice pan as a party

Ind = good actions/ideas. Never both.

The healy raes = bad theory, flawless execution.

Ming = gets his own category.

But what about elections????

So basically there are four ish (five in my oppinon) elections in ireland.

Locals, to select who represents us on a constituency (local) level to the council, Generals, to select who represents our consituency and country on a national level in the Dáil, Presidentials, to select the president, Europeans, to select who represents Ireland on a European level, and the ceann comhairle election done by secret ballot. Only voted for by members of Dáil Éireann to my knowledge, aka TD's. Not voted for by the public.

We are only going to focus on locals and generals, the two main elections. Usually people run for locals earlier in their career, then for generals, and then they either become a senator (eg Michael McDowell), run for Europeans (eg Ming Flannagan) or become nominated for the position or Ceann Comhairle (eg Seán Ó Fearghaíl.)

So if you run for locals and get elected, you become a Coincillor. That means your job is to represent your area and bring its issues to the council.

If you run for generals and get elected, you're a TD. That means your job is to do all sorts of gobshite and you cna probably guess the half of it.

Locals are pretty simple- the nuance lies in generals.

How do general electiosn work?

Basically it works a bit different for independents and people who've joined a party.

If you're running independently you just run and you get smacked on the ballot in your area.

If you run with a party, the party has to TELL you you can run, and you must be nominated to run. This is because the party doesn't want to split the vote too much and wants their party to get a lot of votes, meaning they have to only run their best members.

Right so the elections are done, and your party gets enough votes to get into government. It can choose to go into coalition with another party that did good that it cooperates well with. The largest party with the most votes that doesn't get in is called the opposition party, and the leader of that party is called the opposition leader.

As for the nomination of taoiseach, parties will nominate their own leader, and the leader will have to receive the most yes votes from the dáil or something along the lines of that.

Irish politics is also interesting because it's important to remember that it breaks the traditional idea that the higher position has more career security.

What i mean is, the people don't work for tds, and tds doesn't work for the taoiseach...in fact it's rather the other way around. The taoiseach had responsibility to Dáil Éireann, meaning they can literally kick him (simon harris) out at any time if he looses the support of the majority of the dáil, in the form of a no confidence vote. Likewise, Tds depend on people voting them in for their jobs. This doesn't ELIMINATE corruption, of course, but it reduces it. The Taoiseach has power over the dáil, but Likewise this balances out, as the dáil decides whether or not the taoiseach gets to keep that power and, additionally can revoke it pretty much at any time.

So in practical dáil, the opposition gets to basically grill the government about what they're doing, and since it HAS to be broadcasted publicly pretty much all the time, the government has to answer not only to the opposing party, but to the people as well.

A piece about my favourite political role, the role of the Ceann Comhairle.

The role of the Ceann Comhairle, to me, has always been one of the most beautiful roles in the Oireachtas. Moreso than the Taoiseach, who I believe often holds an air of exuberance, and occasionally defensive nearsightedness, the Ceann Comhairle is a calmer and kinder presence in the dáil.

Sometimes, I speak about political hope and I realise before I can justify my possession of it with anyone, I must realise my source of it. A source which cannot be pinpointed to one particular moment or credited to one time, but can only be summarised.

"I am going to break with tradition."

https://www.oireachtas.ie/en/debates/debate/dail/2024-06-25/speech/11/

Leaders questions, 25th of june, 2024.

The ceann comhairle is trusted by the dáil to uphold it in a democratic manner, and so, one in that position must make a sacrifice.

The Ceann Comhairle can not show bias in the house.

Nor debate in the house for the most part.

The Ceann Comhairle can not vote in the house, unless to break a tie.

And as such

The ceann comhairle makes a sacrifice in order to uplift the voices of others.

Like a politician

Should.

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Amy questions at all DO NOT HESITATE! Hope this explains it a little, and keep in mind this is dubiously accurate at best.

please yap about irish politics im so fucking uninformed

Gonna take a while to answer because there's a lot but I WILL ANSWER