#culture-bearer

[coolerdracula]

my last reblog about ASL made me wonder about Palestinian Sign Language. I don't have much time to delve into it right now, but I did find a lengthy 2020 journal article about PSL, written by Mahmoud A. M. Abdel-Fattaha and Khalil M. I. Alawnah for the International Journal of Innovation, Creativity, and Change. here is a direct link to read it.

[torchwood-99]

Theoden died patting himself on the back for killing a guy with a flag, while his niece literally slew the Witch King and a Fell Beast.

[brokoala-soup]

my healing arc will be the story of me mending my relationship with the colour pink

[mali-umkin]

I present to you two formulas that are different in form but virtually identical:

Self-help + mindfulness + karma + self-enlightenment + yoga = white bhuddism

Bonus points: astrology, psychedelics

Dancing around the fire + "ancestral" + any Celtic symbol + fairies + paganism + holistic living = Celtic spirituality

Bonus points: LOTR stuff, ogham, crystals, manifestation

[neechees]

That Ukrainian guy was invited to be up front at a grand entry??? Like are we just inviting influencers to join grand entry purely bc they're influencers?? Ok

[vveakfish]

in love with how the gods are depicted in the Iliad

[luncheon-aspic]

Learning a fascinating and telling ethnographic detail relevant to someone else's research but you can't tell them because you learned it in a casual social conversation with a mutual informant

[goinggoats]

tamsyn muir is NEVER living down none houses with left grief

[coolerdracula]

why did jacksepticeye say that autism and adhd are the same thing

[hrrtshape]

culture shocks after shifting back from 536 b.c babylon to....modern day.

the cold. the all-consuming, soul-devouring cold : one moment, i’m basking in the golden warmth of babylon, where the air is thick with the scent of incense and ripening dates, where the evenings are a balmy +20°C and the closest thing to “cold” is a mild desert breeze rustling the silk curtains of my palace chamber. and then!!! then i shift back. i shift back and step directly into lithuania in february. -13°. my body went into immediate protest. my bones are rattling. i am a victim. i am the protagonist of a tragedy.

clothing feels like a violence...or better yet, torture !!! : listen. i spent my week draped in the finest silks and linens, soft and whisper-light against my skin, wrapped in golden threads, my hair perfumed with exotic oils. i woke up, and attendants dressed me. i didn't even have to think about it. now i am expected to put on my own socks. my own sweater. my own coat. and the fabrics......cotton.....polyester??? harsh. unforgiving. i feel like i am being punished. i tried to wear a wool scarf and nearly ascended out of sheer tactile suffering. babylonian me would never have allowed this.

i am, sadly, no longer surrounded by attendants : where is my handmaiden with my morning pomegranate juice? where is the soft-spoken scribe noting down my musings on the stars? where is the sandal-bearer? WHERE IS THE GIRL WHO BRAIDS MY HAIR? i woke up and realised i had to brush my own hair, and i almost threw myself back into the astral plane out of sheer disbelief. you’re telling me I have to function independently??? this is unacceptable.

food.........what is this. where is the saffron. where is the date honey. where is the spiced lamb : i had a divine diet. every meal was a poetic masterpiece. rosewater-soaked figs. almond pastries. fresh bread dipped in olive oil infused with crushed herbs. every bite was an experience. i shift back and suddenly i’m eating…what? a supermarket garlic bread which i had to put in my oven? a reheated pizza? where is the ceremony? where is the flavourful indulgence? i used to sip my honey scented wine from a bejewelled goblet. now i’m drinking coffee from a mug that says "box box box." i have fallen from grace.

the architecture is just... sad : babylon, the city of wonders. towering ziggurats kissed by the sky. intricately carved stone reliefs. courtyards framed by towering columns, fountains flowing with cool water, golden mosaics depicting stories of gods and kings. my palace was a dream. i shift back and... panel housing. grey buildings. sad little sidewalks. a lidl. where is the grandeur?? where are the hanging gardens?? i used to roam marbled halls, and now i’m stepping over slush.

bathing ??? suddenly a logistical nightmare : in babylon, my baths were rituals. steaming water infused with rose petals, attendants scrubbing my skin with fragrant oils, golden pitchers pouring warm water over my shoulders. i would emerge radiant, perfumed, divinely cleansed. now? i have to turn on my own shower. i have to wait for the water to heat up. i have to use... store-bought soap. i have to wash my own hair. i feel abandoned. i feel forsaken. my shampoo is called “extra volume & repair,” but what about my soul? where is the repair for that???

transportation is an insult. to my dignity. : i rode in carriages. i walked through palace gardens in soft, embroidered sandals. now i am… on public transport? now i have to walk in the cold? now i have to wait for a bus? and it’s late???? babylonian me would have ordered someone to bring the chariot around. 2025 me is standing in the freezing wind, waiting for a vehicle that has no golden embellishments whatsoever.

the lack of supernatural occurrences : babylon was enchanted. the gods were real (or as real as the city made them), the omens were real, magic flowed through the city. dreams carried messages, the stars whispered secrets, the high priestess could look into a bowl of water and tell me my fate. every moment meant something. i shift back and... nothing. no divine prophecies. no sacred visions. i check my horoscope and it tells me to “avoid making big financial decisions.” where is the drama. where is the destiny.

conclusion: i am suffering. but i am also so powerful for having lived through it. would i shift back to babylon? yes. will i survive modern lithuania in the meantime? .........tbd.

[honey-bitch]

୨⎯ Ceres in the Signs ⎯୧

Ceres named after the roman goddess ceres (persephone's mother). She represents the harvest the bearer of fruits and In the birth chart she represents how you were nurtured and how you nurture others.

For 0 ° - it doesn't have a delegated sign and therefore it will take the qualities of the sign it's in.

Aries (0 /1,13 ,25° )- You have a sense of pride and force when caring for others doing what you think is the right way to do. However to some this may seem a bit too brash and too quick to action, take a little bit more time when caring for others.

Taurus (2,14,26° )- You value stability and security in nurturing. You may express care through providing material comforts and creating a sense of groundedness. You likely enjoy good food and appreciate the sensual aspects of life.

Gemini (3,15,27° )-  You are a communicator and may nurture through words, ideas, and sharing information. You might enjoy variety and mental stimulation in your approach to nourishment. Your family might have been very chatty and social.

Cancer (4,16,28° ) -  You are deeply nurturing and sensitive. You may prioritize emotional connection and create a safe and comforting environment for those you care for. You might have a strong connection to family and home.

Leo (5,17,29° )- You express nurturing with warmth and generosity. You may enjoy taking care of others in a celebratory or creative way. You value feeling special and want to be praised and praise others showering them with attention. You were probably raised as a pirotirty in your home.

Virgo (6,18°) - You are practical and detail-oriented in your nurturing. You may focus on providing support in tangible ways, paying attention to health, wellness, and efficiency. Very much natures people by helping them in their day to day. However you can't change people and try not to fix people who don't want to be fixed.

Libra(7,19° ) - You value harmony and balance in nurturing. You may strive to create a peaceful and aesthetically pleasing environment for those you care for. You might enjoy sharing beauty and culture. Be honest with yourself and speak when you get hurt, tell the other person that.

Scorpio (8,20° )- You are passionate and intense in your nurturing. You may provide deep emotional support and help others transform. You might have a strong interest in psychology and the mysteries of life.

Saggitarius (9,21° )- You are generous and expansive in your nurturing. You may enjoy sharing knowledge, wisdom, and travel experiences with others. You might value freedom and independence in your approach to care. Very much want to explore in life, was exposed to different cultures etc growing up. Stay away from gossip lololol.

Capricorn (10,22° ) - You are responsible and disciplined in your nurturing. You may focus on providing structure and guidance for those you care for. You might value tradition and achievement. Very much in the long run with Capricorn ceres, you want the best for yourself and your friends. However you're not as tough as you think you are, be kinder to yourself and others.

Aqaurius (11,23° ) - You are innovative and unconventional in your nurturing. You may express care through unique and forward-thinking approaches. You might value social justice and community. Very much looking at the wider picture and focusing on the group rather than the individual, make sure to spend some one and one time with ur favourite people.

Pisces (12,24° ) -  You are compassionate and empathetic in your nurturing. You may provide emotional and spiritual support to others. You might have a strong connection to art, music, and the imagination. Very much grew up with unconditional love and you give unconditional love back, however boundaries are important don't pour into the wrong glass.

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DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer to get more insight

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Personality Idioms

to describe your characters

All Brawn and No Brains - Refers to someone who’s strong and muscular, but not very intelligent.

Armchair Critic - People who pretend to know a lot about something, but really don’t know anything about it at all; those who sit back and criticize the way you do something without getting up and helping out. There’s a little armchair critic in all of us. Have you ever criticized an athlete’s performance (or, more likely, a ref’s call)? Or judged a dancer or singer on a reality TV show?

Born with a Silver Spoon in one’s Mouth - Means you come from a wealthy family with a high social position. The spoon you actually use these days probably isn’t a great indicator of your wealth, but in the Middle Ages, only commoners used wooden spoons. This idiom speaks more to the spoon-bearer’s personality than just their social status: Entitled, naive, presumptuous. All the qualities you’d expect of someone who wasn’t allowed to leave the palace walls.

Butter wouldn’t Melt in his/her Mouth - Describes someone who appears demure, innocent or sincere, but is actually unkind and devious. It’s saying you’re so cool and collected, that you wouldn’t even be warm enough to melt butter.

Doubting Thomas - A skeptic who refuses to believe something without personal experience or physical evidence. The idiom comes from apostle Thomas (Didymus), who did not believe Jesus had risen from the dead. He said to the other disciples: “Unless I shall see in His hands the imprint of the nails, and put my fingers into the place of the nails, and put my hand into His side, I will not believe.” While being skeptical and demanding truth are wonderful qualities to have when learning new things, constant doubters can also come off as being overly critical or looking down on others’ beliefs.

Dyed-in-the-Wool - Describes a person’s deeply ingrained political, cultural or religious beliefs. It comes from the fact that when wool is dyed before it is woven, the color is less likely to fade. In the positive sense, you could be a dyed-in-the-wool sports fan, meaning you’re faithful to your team, even when they suck. But, it can also mean you are unwilling to be open to other ideas or beliefs because of how ingrained you are in your own opinions.

Long in the Tooth - Means someone's old. This idiom likely comes from the practice of examining horses’ teeth to determine their age. It’s generally an unkind or humorous way to refer to people who do something they seem too old for.

Shrinking Violet - An exceedingly shy person. This idiom is typically assigned to girls, but who’s “Violet?” The poetic origin of this idiom was describing the flower, not a girl. Sometimes, this idiom is used as “she’s no shrinking violet,” which describes a woman who is outspoken and not afraid to express her views.

Source ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[folklorespring]

Today is the remembrance day for all the Jewish people of Crimea that were killed during WW2. According to the 1939 census, there were 65 452 Jewish people living in Crimea, among whom there were probably more than 7000 Krymchaks. Krymchaks are a separate ethnolinguistic community of the Jewish population, who speak the Crimean Tatar language and are one of the indigenous people of Crimea. Records state about 40 000 victims among Jews and Krymchaks during WW2. Researchers state that the Nazis killed about 80% of the Krymchaks from their pre-war number. The loss of the main part of the ethnic community had irreversible consequences. Among the exterminated were almost all representatives of the older age group - the keepers and bearers of traditions, language and culture.

[beautiful-basque-country]

Initiative launched in Paris to have the spelling of names like Aña and Eñaut accepted

Like Breton, other languages such as Basque, use "diacritical marks" on various names that do not exist in the French language. In fact, parents who choose names like Eñaut or Aña for their children will face the same obstacles as the Breton parents who named their son Fañch.

According to a complaint sent on July 23, 2014 by the civil registers of north EH, they cannot correctly write a name that has a mark that is foreign to the French language. At most, parents can officially register their children by making a spelling error like Inaki, Enaut or Ana.

Continuing the battle that began in Breizh, the tilde in the name Fañch has been the protagonist of a long legal battle. Several judges believe that this diacritical sign would call into question two values ​​of the French Republic: unity and equality.

The deputy Iñaki Echaniz, who is a bearer of a name with a tilde, registered the proposal for debate in the National Assembly of Paris last February.

As he recalled in his project, in some cases the registration of names with the tilde has been approved, but in others it has not. In order to put an end to this confusion, Echaniz has asked for the approval of a law that "will allow the appropriate and respectful application of traditions when the tilde or any other special diacritical sign is used, taking into account the Breton language, Basque, Catalan and other languages". He added that this legislative proposal's aim is "to guarantee to every citizen the transmission of their cultural heritage through their name".

Colette Capdevielle and Peio Dufau, two other Basque deputies, have joined the legislative project, which has the signatures of a total of 52 deputies.

[x]

France as a nation sure is hanging by a thread if a simple tilde can threaten its unity and equality, gods.

[aychama]

Bearer of the Red Crown's Birthday

"These pompous assholes." Narinder opened the door to escape outside and take a breather.

"They were never taught to shut the hell up were they?" He rubbed his temples and wondered why was their birthday gift to him was a headeache.

The calm but obnoxiously loud people inside the greathall had gathered to congradulate the King's birthday. Of course it was a big event and many of the nobles were attending. Some even travveled from the other kingdoms.

But to Narinder it was just a nuisance, just like how it was every year.

They had gathered to make connections, threaten eachother covertly or simply suck up to Narinder. He had to put up with these people and act like they wouldn't turn on him with the twirl of any one of his siblings finger.

He was just looking for a place to hide now but it seemed his hiding place was occupied by a slouched figure.

"Lambert?" Narinder noticed the figure in the corner next to the flower bushes.

"BAH!" They shout out a short bleat and turned towards him. Their funny noise and freaked out face was like a cold fresh water being splashed on Narinder's hot and aching head.

"My King! Please, you need to stop sneaking up on me..." Lambert sighed and got up.

Were they getting away from people too? That wasn't good. He had specifically told them to use this oppurtunity to make connections so they could have people helping them with their new lands troubles.

Just as he was about to start his lecture he noticed the neatly folded fabric in Lambert's hands.

"Is this..." he saw the little bow it was wrapped with.

A gift.

Lambert looked at the item in their hands, hesitated a little and presented it towards him.

"For you, yes."Narinder's fingers brushed Lambert's as he took it and started examining it. It was a red and white scarf.

"Aym and Baal said that you get cold easily so... I was actually going to knit it myself but it was way harder to do than I thought it would be. Haha..." They let out a defeated sigh hidden with a tired smile.

"I-it's not an expensive item I know but I-"

"It's made out of your wool." Narinder cut them off as he took off the bow and ran his fingers through the fabric. It was so, oh so soft. He didn't even have to bring his nose closer to it to know it smell like them.

"You can tell?" Lambert's face looked horrified, their smile dropping down as they looked up at him.

They suddenly reached out towards the scarf and started to pull it out of Narinder's hands.

"That's just weird isn't it? I-I knew it would be weird argh stupid Berith-"

"Wh- No!"Narinder did not let go of the scarf and it stretched between the two."Lambert no it's not weird." He looked at them hoping he sounded genuine.

"It's no secret that I like wool and this is perfect." Lambert stopped pulling and looked at Narinder, unsure.

He had gotten many presents today. So many that he lost count. So many things that he did not care. Jewelry, expensive items, some magical crystals, decorative weapons. Presents that were given to a King so that they wouldn't lose face or even worse, so that the noble families could look at eachother and say 'Look at how rich I am. The King surely likes me more than all of you so I can use him to scare you and get my way'. It was all so obvious and so shallow that he thought the amount of jewelry and necklaces were going to stuf his throat so much that he could drown without water.

But this,

This was from Lambert.

And it didn't have any underlying intentions.

Narinder slowly pulled the scarf from Lambert's hesitant hands.

"I remember reading a book when I was young."

He wrapped the scarf around his neck.

"It was about the culture of our folk."

He adjusted the scarf and both ends hung over his shoulders lovingly.

"And I remember reading that sheep-folk would give eachother gifts made out of their own wool to show their appreciation for eachother." He adjusted the scarf and looked at them to see the curiosity color their pretty face.

"Really?" Lambert asked and he nodded softly.

Narinder knew that Lambert wasn't taught of their own culture. It was...sad... but not unexpected. There wasn't really any sheep-folk in the 5 kingdoms other than them.

To think Shamura's old books he randomly decided to read would have a lot about sheep-folk in them. Too bad that wretched younger brother of his burnt down Shamura's library just because he was jealous Shamura would read books with Narinder... Narinder wishes that Shamura would have killed Leshy right then and there but they didn't. Soft hearted fool who went easy on all of their siblings but not on their enemies. And that included Narinder too.

Narinder shook his head to get rid of the hatred starting to boil up in his gut and focused on the scarf and Lambert. Their smell and their soft wool was all around him, quickly calming him down as he lowered his head to bury the bottom half of his face into the scarf.

He heard the softest giggle.

"You look silly."

Narinder opened his eyes, he didn't even know when he had closed them, and looked at Lambert.

They were smiling so soft and warmly at him. His throat clogged up again but he wasn't feeling bad this time.

"It's clashing with the rest of the jewelry badly."

He couldn't take his eyes off of Lambert's smile as they talked.

He thanked God that he always had his veil because he didn't think he could explain why he was looking at Lambert's smile like it was the only thing in the world.

"And it looks funny with your fancy clothes. Maybe I should have told Berith to make it look more expensive." Lambert laughed. If he could eat their voice he bet it would taste like fluffy candy, he thought.

The two heard some people talking about where the king has gone from inside and Narinder sighed.

Lambert reached towards Narinder's neck and tugged at the scarf.

"You need to go back in right? You can't just look like this in front of everyone. I'll put it next to the pile of gifts-"

He grabbed their arm and stopped them from taking the scarf.

"No." He said firmly.

"But-"

"Who said I would be going in alone? I remember telling a certain someone that they need to make connections because their poor decisions while ruling their own land had left them in a troubling state." He turned the conversation towards Lambert seemlessly to cover up whatever he was feeling right now.

"A-ah that! I have a little bit of a-no actually a big headache from talking with so many- soooo many people yknow?" Lambert stumbled over their words.

Narinder let the silence fall between them to show them he did not believe them.

"Let's go. I suppose I have to be the one to intruduce you to people." Narinder pulled Lambert by the arm that he had grabbed and walked towards the door.

"I'm- My King! You shouldn''t- you don't need to pull me!"

[arwenindomiel]

Welcome to Tolkien South Asian Week running from June 16th to June 22th, 2025.

About:

We are back after two years! I started my Everyone in Middle-Earth is Brown series five years ago to imagine Tolkien characters as people like me. Tolkien South Asian Week (TSAW) stemmed from there and is a fandom-wide event to celebrate South Asian peoples, cultures and lives through Tolkien’s Legendarium.

Guidelines:

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Prompts:

Here are the suggested prompts. You can interpret them however you like, combine them or even disregard them. 2021 and 2022 prompts for further inspiration.

Day 1 (16th): Ring bearers | Love | Courage is found in unlikely places Day 2 (17th): Kingdoms | (Im)mortality | Home is behind, the world is ahead Day 3 (18th): Home | The Ages | More fair than Mortal tongue can tell Day 4 (19th): Artefacts | Songs and Tales | No living man am I Day 5 (20th): the Fellowship | Lineages | The doom lies in yourself Day 6 (21th): A people | Oaths | The stories that matter Day 7 (22th): Free form | World building | Worthy of remembrance

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