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[koreanboybands]

SF9 13TH MINI ALBUM [Sequence] JACKET POSTER TEASER - Clearness ver.

[kdram-chjh]

SF9 '비보라 (BIBORA)' MUSIC VIDEO

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PTOE4tX15Y

[ahxiang]

sitting here collecting the sf9 boys as gay kdrama characters with a greedy little grin

[lancabbage]

PLEASE 😂

Some comments on my post because I dared to point out MDZS is third person omniscient and anyone calling WWX an unreliable narrator is stupid... Sorry, did I hit a nerve?

Apparently, according to JC stans, by actually reading the novel as intended and coming to the logical conclusion that WWX is morally good and even meant to be the moral ideal of the story (which MXTX has stated herself...) we are just doing the same as said JC stans...

Firstly, we don't "excuse" the things WWX did because most of them are actually completely justified and only morons would argue otherwise (he was in a war, revenge was expected and if he didn't it would be considered dishonourable and JZX was a fucking accident during an ambush to kill him ffs 🤣) he did admit he went too far during the war and he resolved to never do that again. That's the fucking point. He's one of the few characters who actually understands he did make a mistake and he owns it!!! He doesn't do it again, he learns from his mistake and moves on. He literally saved the assholes who came to murder him in his first life! Lmfao. We're not saying he's never done anything wrong ,you absolute melons.

But...BUT!!!! The most HILARIOUS thing about those comments are they basically admitted JC stans excuse his shitty behaviour and toxic attitude lmfao!!! Well done 👏 that's progress 🤣

[lilmoonberry]

there's just something about Mourningvale i just can't quite put my finger on it

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[lanzhansexual]

My question to you all..

When WWX had the ghost girls throw flowers at LWJ and he gave them back when he entered the tavern.. had LWJ already pocketed the pink peony or was it after they parted ways?

There's something really adorable about him trying to give WWX the flowers minus the flower he specifically gave him. But there's also something rather hilarious about a version where WWX leaves first (unconsciously heartbroken, as he clearly was) and LWJ looks the ghost girls dead in the eye and takes the pink peony with a stoney expression before turning on his heels and leaving.

[diversamenteintelligente]

(via THE IMPOSSIBLE HEIR)

Un'avvincente storia d’intrighi, di vendetta e sete di rivalsa sullo sfondo di un conglomerato.

[ourchanceatlove]

the impossible heir was such a great drama

i loved the characters and the portrayal of them by the actors/actresses. such a good drama. it was really easy to watch and pretty fast paced. i really enjoyed it and it was deep and really shows how people can be. inha was so hott to me lol sucks he turned evil or was always evil idk. i love a happy ending! the scenes and how it was directed and filmed was really deep artsy creative and beautiful. well done! i dont even know what made me want to start this drama but im so glad i did! soo good im gonna miss it and the cast T_T i swear every drama has some characters that i really love and just fall for and enjoy

[starrywangxian]

not to be one of those people but i miss the "wangxian married with a son" era of the mdzs fandom. nothing's like it is in the good old days 😔

[arcimboldisworld]

Die Liebe zu den drei Orangen - Theater St. Gallen 09.12.2024

Die Liebe zu den drei Orangen - Theater St. Gallen 09.12.2024 #prokofiew #carlogozzi #operalover #musicwasmyfirstloveanditwillbemylast #konzertundtheaterstgallen #review #annabernreitner #modestaspitrenas

Prokofjews Oper “Die Liebe zu den drei Orangen” ist immer einen Besuch wert und so bin ich einmal mehr in den Osten der Schweiz gereist, um noch die Derniére am Theater St. Gallen in der Regie von ANNA BERNREITNER unter der musikalischen Leitung von MODESTAS PITRENAS zu sehen… Continue reading Die Liebe zu den drei Orangen – Theater St. Gallen 09.12.2024

[koreanboybands]

SF9 13TH MINI ALBUM [Sequence] JACKET POSTER - Sweetless ver.

[skopostheorie]

Kan je ook Nederlands lezen of verstaan? Misschien een beetje, aangezien je al best wat Duits kent? De talen lijken best wel op elkaar.

Ein bisschen, aber natürlich weiß ich nicht ob was ich glaube daß die Bedeutung ist korrekt ist. Und ich kenne die Bedeutung von Duits nicht.

[beddybites]

quiiick question about tiny 21 trio au, I imagine that since the trio's speech has been reduced to mostly if not only baby blabber, how do they managed to say the hashira's names? I suppose they would try and blabber them then come up with nicknames in blabber and stuff

oh my god i love this ask. yes

Sanemi's nicknames are in green, Obanai's are in purple, and Giyuu's are in blue. If a name has multiple colors, it has a nickname from more than one baby! If a name is just plain text, that's what all the babies use!

Shinobu: Nobu, Oh-Ho (Kocho), Ssshho

Gyomei: Hime, Gyo-yo, Mei, Mei-Mei, I-Maaa (E-mah)

Rengoku: Ren, Ren-Ren, Go-u, Kyo, Bubba

Tengen: U-ui, En-en, enny, Zuuu-i

Mitsuri: Woji, Mi-sssu (Me-su), U-wi (Oo-we)

Muichiro: Mu-i, O'io (Oh-ee-oh), I'wo, Bubba, Uu-i (Ew-e), Mu-Mu

nicknames may differ depending on who is and isn't in baby mode. Giyuu tends to use first names when he's tiny, and this is when Obanai will use titles like "Bubba" ... Obanai's speech is the worst, and Giyuu's is the best-- Sanemi thinks he has the best, so he will attempt bigger words

nicknames the babies use for each other:

Giyuu: o'mi-o'a (Oh-me-oh-ah), O'mi (Oh-me), Yu-Yu

Sanemi: Nemi, Shh-zu-ga-wa, Ssssa'mi (Sa-me)

Obanai: Wo-Wo, I'gu'wo (Ee-gu-woah), Obi (Oh-be)

BONUS:

Genya: Gawa, Ssssee-gah-wa, Bubba/Bwo/Baby Bub

[deutsche-bahn]

Mein Großvater hat, als selbsternannter Kunstkenner, ein neues Bild im Esszimmer aufgehängt. Das überlebensgroße Abbild einer nackten Frau sorgte beim Familienfrühstück für sehr viel rege Diskussion, bei der jeder jeden mal als Kunstbanausen und kulturfremden Idioten bezeichnen durfte, und die erst endete als mein Großvater drohte eines der Kriegsbilder aus dem Keller zu holen um die Frau auszutauschen. sometimes I miss the other side of my family, who spend sundays going to church and silently resenting each other instead of doing whatever this is.

Ich glaub noch nicht mal dass man "Madame in Öl auf Leinwand" unbedingt "Angriff des 5. Regiments bei Preussen" vorziehen kann. Das was das Gespräch abschnürrte wie ein altmodisches tourniquet war einfach die Erinnerung an die fucking Kriegsmalerei-Gallerie im Keller meiner Großeltern, wo man hinter'm Stromzähler auf General Custer trifft und es nicht bis zur Waschmaschine schafft ohne unsortiert jede Epoche der Militärgeschichte in fünf verschiedenen Kunststilen zu durchleben. Verdrängung ist laut Freud auch nur ein Schutzmechanismus. And ho boy am I trying to verdrängung my way out of that memory

[strictpunishedhubby]

Vor einer angekündigten Züchtigung lässt mich meine Frau oft bis zu einer Stunde mit heruntergezogenem Schlüpfer in der Ecke warten. Ab und zu hat sie ihre nostalgische Phase und erinnert mich daran, wie meine Mama mich bis vor und sogar noch am Anfang unserer Ehe erzogen hat, nämlich bei Ungezogenheit mit Haue auf meinen nackten Po. Erst als meine Mama davon überzeugt war, meine Frau erzieht und bestraft mich sogar oft noch strenger, übertrug Mama ihr das alleinige Erziehungsrecht. Meine Frau setzt das ihr übertragene Erziehungsrecht bis heute verantwortungsvoll und akribisch in Mamas Sinne um. Die langanhaltenden Prügelstrafen und einschneidende demütigende Vorschriften und Gebote, die schon meine Mama bei mir anwendete hat sie nahtlos übernommen. Wie meine Mama sieht meine Frau mich noch heute, obwohl ich ein erwachsener Mann bin, in mir nur den kleinen, unreifen, ungezogenen Rotzjungen. Ironisch gönnerhaft, um wie sie mir sagt die Zeit bis sie mir meine angebrachte Tracht Prügel verabreicht zu verkürzen, erinnert sie mich daran, wie meine Mama ihr von Episoden vorschwärmte, wie sie mich verprügelt hat, wenn ich ungezogen war. Sie merkt ich bin dann wie Wachs in ihren Händen, denn durch diese Erinnerungen bin noch immer der kleine Junge geblieben, ich mit Haue erzogen werde, wenn ich unartig war und ich das ergeben, als normal und selbstverständlich hinnehme, sogar erwarte, einfach weil ich es seit Kindheit gewohnt bin. Erst gestern stand ich so beschämt in der Ecke, als sie mir zufrieden, nicht zum ersten Mal, wieder vor Augen führte, wie ich damals als 17-Jähriger bestraft wurde, wegen einer schlecht benotenden und deshalb von mir verheimlichten Mathearbeit. Sie erinnert mich wohl deshalb regelmäßig an die von meiner Mama durchgeführten Bestrafungen um mir zu zeigen, ich habe bis heute nichts dazugelernt, folgerichtig müsse sie in die Fußstapfen meiner Mama treten. Deshalb stände ich hier um wie schon wieder darauf warten zu müssen versohlt zu werden, was ja leider wegen meines noch immer so oft ungezogenen Verhaltens schon fast an der Tagesordnung sei. Sie weiß, ich habe immer ein schlechtes, schuldbewusstes Gewissen, wenn sie mich wie einen ungezogenen Rotzjungen zurechtweist. Auch heute noch sei ich ein verlogener, kleiner Flegel, sie befolge deshalb gerne den Rat meiner Mama, mich weiterhin streng mit Prügelstrafen zu erziehen und mich wie ein ungezogenes Bübchen zu behandeln, dementsprechend weiterhin nur beschämende Wäsche, solche wie Du sie hier siehst, zu genehmigen.

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Before an announced corporal punishment, my wife often makes me wait in the corner with my panties down for up to an hour. Every now and then she has her nostalgic phase and reminds me of how my mummy raised me before and even at the beginning of our marriage, namely when I was naughty with a spanking on my bare bottom. Only when my mummy was convinced that my wife educates and punishes me even more severely, did mom give her the sole right to educateme. To this day, my wife continues to implement the sole right to educate entrusted to her responsibly and meticulously in mummy's spirit. She seamlessly adopted the long-lasting beatings and drastic, humiliating rules and commandments that my used on me. Like my mummy, even today my wife, even though I am a grown man, only sees me as a little, immature, naughty brat. In an ironic, patronizing way, as she tells me, to shorten the time until she gives me my appropriate spanking, she reminds me of how my mom used to rave to her about episodes in which she would spank me when I was naughty. She notices that I am like putty in her hands because, through these memories, I have always remained the little boy that I was brought up with a beating when I was naughty and I resign myself to it, accept it as normal and self-evident, even expect it, simply because I have been used to it since childhood. Only yesterday I was standing in the corner, so ashamed, as she happily reminded me, not for the first time, how I was punished as a 17-year-old because I got a bad grade on a math test and therefore kept it secret. That's probably why she regularly reminds me of the punishments my mummy carried out to show me that I haven't learned anything and that she must follow in my mummy's footsteps. That's why I'm standing here waiting to be spanked again, which unfortunately is almost the order of the day because of my still so often naughty behavior. She knows that I always have a bad, guilty conscience when she reprimands me like a naughty brat. Even today I am a lying, little lout, so she is happy to follow my mummy's advice to continue to discipline me strictly with corporal punishment and to treat me like a naughty little boy, and accordingly to continue to only allow me to wear shameful underwear, such as the one you see here.

Zu meiner Schande um mich weiter zu demütigen, erinnerte sie mich an den Vorfall von damals.  Während ihrer Schilderung versetzte sie mich dabei wegen meiner bevorstehende Rohrstockstrafe in eine noch angstvollere Stimmung. Aber nicht genug damit, zu meiner Bloßstellung und Deiner Aufheiterung (so wie Du gleich erfährst, meine Klassenkameraden mich damals ausgelacht, gehänselt und mich mit Spott überzogen haben), beauftragte sie mich Dir hier diese für mich so missliche Episode wiederzugeben, die ihr meine Mamma genüsslich, erfreut und detailliert schilderte.

Als er 17 Jahre alt war, hat er im Beisein einer Klassenkameradin und ihrer Mama einer der demütigsten Tracht Prügel seines Lebens von mir bekommen. Dabei stellte ich eindrucksvoll unter Beweis, dass man keine Gegenstände braucht um einem ungezogenen Bengel wie ihn, den Hintern so zu versohlen, sodass er Rotz und Wasser heult.

Wir saßen in der Küche als seine Klassenkameradin sich verplapperte, dass schon die Mathearbeit (er bekam eine glatte 5) zurückgegeben wurde. Als ich den Bengel danach fragte hatte er es verneint, also mich angelogen, und das musste äußerst streng bestraft werden. Er bekam zwei Ohrfeigen und dann machte ich mich an seiner kurzen Turnhose zu schaffen. Mit einem Ruck zog ich diese mit seinem rosa Schlüpfer herunter. Ich nahm mir einen Stuhl, stellte mein linkes Bein darauf, zog den faulen Lügner darüber und klemmte ihn unter meiner linken Achsel ein. Was ihm in den nächsten Minuten passierte, hat er wohl nie mehr vergessen. Vor den Augen seiner Klassenkameradin und ihrer Mama bekam er jetzt mit meiner flachen Hand den nackten Hintern versohlt. Die ganze Zeit über schimpfte ich ihn wütend aus, während meine Hand immer und immer wieder abwechselnd heftig auf seinen beiden Pobacken klatschte. Er heulte Rotz und Wasser, schrie was das Zeug hielt, bettelte ich möge bitte aufhören. Aber meine Hand war unbarmherzig und brachte mein Werk gnadenlos zu Ende. Als ich von ihm abblies, lag er schluchzend auf dem Küchenboden und rieb seinen knallroten Hintern der wohl wie Feuer brannte. Kurze Zeit später stand er mit nacktem Po noch immer heulend in der Ecke. Seine Turnhose und sein rosa Schlüpfer, die während seiner heftigen Züchtigung herunterfielen, weil er so heftig mit seinen Beinen gestrampelt hat, lagen noch auf dem Boden. Das stattfindende Gespräch über seine Erziehung beschämte ihn noch mehr, denn ich berichtete den beiden ausführlich über sein so oft ungezogenes Verhalten, und das ich ihm dann jedes Mal seinen nackten Po versohle. Er verhält sich dabei wie ein kleiner Junge, nicht wie ein 17- jähriger und ich werde ihn auch zukünftig so bestrafen und erziehen. Als mich seine Klassenkameradin fragte ob meine Tochter auch so bestraft würde, sagte ich ihr, in keinem Fall, Mädchen schlägt man nicht, aber da er ein Junge ist, dazu noch ein frecher und unfolgsamer, bekommt er meist mehrmals wöchentlich seine verdiente Haue von mir! Ein Lächeln ging über ihr Gesicht, und sofort darauf erfolgte ein lautes, hämisches Lachen von uns dreien, während wir ein jämmerliches, erbärmliches Schluchzen von dem unartigen Jammerlappen zu hören bekamen. Daraufhin brummte ich ihm eine Woche Stubenarrest auf. Nachdem der Besuch gegangen war, holte ich ihn aus der Ecke und den Rest des Tages musste er im Bett verbringen.

Als ich einige Tage später zufällig seine Klassenkameradin traf, berichtete sie mir fröhlich, wie köstlich die anderen Mädchen und Jungen aus der Klasse sich amüsierten, als sie detailliert von seiner von mir durchgeführten Abstrafung erzählte. Sie wussten alle sowieso schon seit langem, er ist ein Mädchenwäscheträger, der trotz seines Alters noch seinen Po versohlt bekommt.

Wenn ich in der Ecke stehe und meine Frau erinnert mich daran, dass ich schon als Kind und Jugendlicher ungezogen, frech und wehleidig war, dem nur beizukommen war, indem meine Mama mich unter anderem mit Prügel, Eckestehen und frühe Bettzeiten bestrafte, bin ich fügsam und kapiere, meine Frau handelt richtig, denn noch heute sind die Strafen gerechtfertigt und angemessen.

Meine Frau hofft doch sehr darauf, auch Du unterstützt ihre Vorgehensweise mich zu einem artigen Ehemann zu erziehen, auch indem ich mich hier offenbaren muss und zuzugeben habe, ich bin der kleine, unartiger Rotzjunge von damals geblieben. Durch ein like, und / oder einen Kommentar, und/ oder einen Reblog bestätigst Du ihre strenge Vorgehensweise beizubehalten. Sie dankt Dir dafür! Auch ich habe Dir dann zu danken, sozusagen als Ausdruck meiner Einsicht, bei Ungezogenheit von meiner Frau weiterhin so bestraft zu werden.

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To my shame and to further humiliate me, she reminded me of the incident from back then. During her description she put me in an even more anxious mood because of my impending caning punishment. But that wasn't enough, to expose me and cheer you up (as you will soon find out, my classmates laughed at me, teased me and ridiculed me back then), she ordered me to recount to you this episode, which was so unpleasant for me and which my mummy described to her with relish, delight and in detail.

We were sitting in the kitchen when his classmate let slip that the math test (he got a straight 5) had already been returned. When I asked the brat about it, he denied it, which meant he lied to me, and that had to be punished extremely severely.

When he was 17 years old, he received one of the most humiliating beatings of his life from me in the presence of a classmate and her mummy. I impressively demonstrated that you don't need any objects to spank a naughty brat like him until he cries his eyes out.

When I asked the urchin about it, he denied it, which meant he lied to me, and that had to be punished extremely severely. He got two slaps in the face and then I started working on his gym shorts. With a tug I pulled them down with his pink panties. took a chair, put my left leg on it, pulled the lazy liar over it and trapped him under my left armpit. He will probably never forget what happened to him in the next few minutes. In front of his classmate and her mother, he got his bare bottom spanked with the flat of my hand. The whole time I was scolding him angrily while my hand slapped both of his buttocks, alternately, over and over again. He cried his eyes out, screamed at the top of his lungs, begged me to please stop. But my hand was merciless and finished my work without mercy. When I let go of him, he was lying sobbing on the kitchen floor and rubbing his bright red bottom, which was probably burning like fire. A short time later, he was standing in the corner, still crying, with his bottom bare. His gym shorts and pink panties, which had fallen off during his severe punishment because he had kicked his legs so hard, were still lying on the floor. The conversation that followed about his education embarrassed him even more, because I told them in detail about his often naughty behavior, that I then spank his bare bottom every time. He behaves at the same time like a little boy, not like a 17-year-old, and I will continue to punish and educate him like this. When his classmate asked me if my daughter was punished in the same way, I told her that I definitely wouldn't do it. Girls shouldn't be hit, but because he's a boy, and a cheeky and disobedient one at that, he usually gets the beating he deserves from me several times a week! A smile spread across her face, and immediately there followed a loud, malicious laugh from the three of us, while we heard pitiful, miserable sobs from the naughty wretch. As a result, I grounded him for a week.

After the visitor left, I took him out of the corner and he had to spend the rest of the day in bed. When I happened to meet his classmate a few days later, she happily told me how much the other boys and girls in the class enjoyed themselves when she described in detail the punishment I had given him. They all knew for a long time, that he was a girl's underwear wearer who, despite his age, still got his bottom spanked.

When I stand in the corner and my wife reminds me that I was naughty, cheeky and whiny as a child and teenager, and that the only way to deal with that was for my mother to punish me with things like beating me, standing in the corner and sending me to bed early, I am docile and understand that my wife is doing the right thing, because even today the punishments are justified and appropriate.

My wife is really hoping that you will also promote her procedure to raise me to be a well-behaved husband, even though I have to reveal myself here and admit that I am still the little, naughty brat I was back then. By liking and/or commenting and/or rebloging, you confirm that you will continue to follow her strict procedure. She thanks you for that! I also have to thank you, so to speak, as an expression of my insight, if I am naughty, to continue to be punished like this, by my wife.

[cienie-isengardu]

Notron Cant - Taung language and Mandalorian dialects

A collection of source material for prehistoric Taung language (sometimes called Notron Cant) and Mandalorian dialects.

Shadows of the Empire Soundtrack Enhanced CD (1996)

Note: To my knowledge, this is the first mention of Dha Werda Verda and the war between Taung and Zhell over ancient Coruscant, that influenced further mandalorian lore. All presented information and screenshoots come from this video - for the need, I have linked the video starting with timestamp of 09:49 (The Music) but the whole video is worth to watch, especially as currently it is hard to get the original CD.

Much has been written on this famous text. We are indebted to the discoveries of space marchant and explorer Mungo Baobab (see The Adventures of Mungo Baobab, LucasFilm 1986) who found and preserved the Roonstones. Encoded into the crystal structure of the Roonstones was the earliest know text of Dha Werda Verda. It is considered original, and was translated in the Baobab Archives. The text was written five millennium before Coruscant's warlike primitive ancestors, a warrior race called the Taungs, invaded and conquered the indigenous peoples. Dha Werda Verda recounts in epic poem fashion the legendary story of a battle between the Taungs and the vanquished people, the Battallions of Zhell. The tide of the final battle was turned when a sudden volcanic eruption rained destructive ash onto the Zhell, smothering their city. The plume of ash rose kilometers into the sky, and cast a giant shadow over the land of the Taungs for two standard years. Thousands of years of continual construcyion have turned the original site of this epic battle into Imperial City. Henceforth, the Taungs became known as "Dha Werda Verda", i.e. The Warriors of the Shadow or in some translations, Dark Warrior. The Taungs themselves saw the shadow as a symbol of their destiny and adopted the Dark Shadow Warrior identity throughout their conquests.

"Booten wooten lanlock vootem / Al a sinkee dunken pooten / Achta werda verda roll / Poonka dunkee loten cho. Leeber soong whar tung tach picta / Manner manner migta richta / Schelecht varn toom-soing pa ho-grunten / Gersh ve dala funken mimpa / Droit! / To Gropen wettkampf Zunken! Betteltung seeck da mindy cooten / Parta blax dha scunken drassen. Manner manner, mitteltouse manner / Dha Dhazz jedoch / Land zu land offt letza / Unun nung. Manner manner / Durchsprung Nocha / Immer hauk gewordenspa / Zeeetoof en poof / Olaffka begonnenspah / Var var goopinski / von moglodite / Kortzva. Verto verto taplasko ta verto. Vom zoomenfest / Va va voomenfest / Kopocka locka hatta statan / Schel Tha noobin rest du common / Morbskurtz! Kaffee kaffee zum doom kaffee! / Ausbroll mobist manner mockah! / Ssstrung tartung tha stroong tartung! / Wo-cha nickschat hobbentrose. Jungclaus dha spricken / Impoot ga kunginchock! Kungach / Noplenkacht / Kungar Kungar / Ale Da Kungare!"

Additional research on information provided by the author of linked video and wookiepedia lead to The Destruction of Xizor's Palace sountrack:

(SIDENOTE: The Adventures of Mungo Baobab took a place during Empire Era.)

Knights of the Old Republic game, 2003

[Quest] Strange Stowaway You have encountered a young girl on board the Ebon Hawk... obviously a stowaway. The language she speaks, while sounding like Mandalorian, translates into pure gibberish. She may know the language, but she certainly doesn't know how to use it. And yet it seems to be the only language she knows. It might be possible to try talking to her... but dumping her on the planet is also a possibility.

Sidenote: details of the quest and Sasha's full dialogues with the player can be seen here

Star Wars DataBank: Baobab, Mungo, 2004(?)

Baobab escaped with a single Roonstone, which proved to be a great treasure. Inside its crystalline structure was encoded the earliest known text of Dha Werda Verda, an epic poem that predated the formation of the Republic and the colonization of Coruscant. For finding compelling evidence of an otherworldly ancient source of the Roonstones, Mungo Baobab's name was firmly secured in the history texts.

The Cestus Deception by Steven Barnes, 2004

"Do troopers ever have real names?" she asked. "Rarely." "Would you mind if I gave you one?" She was staring at him with such sincere intensity that he almost laughed. But couldn't. The whole thing was amusing, really. "What name did you have in mind?" "I was thinking Jangotat," she said quietly. "Mandalorian for Jango's brother.'" He laughed, but found his voice catching a bit in  midchuckle. Jangotat. "Sure," he said. "If that makes it easier. Fine." Her answering smile burst with relief.  "Thanks. Thanks, Jangotat. That's a good name, you know," she said, thumping him with her elbow. They both chuckled about that, until the mirth  died  away  to a companionable silence. Jangotat, he thought. Jango's brother.

(SIDENOTE: Retconned for Concordian dialect)

Star Wars: Republic Commando game, 2005

Game soundtrack includes Mandalorian war chants (composed by Jesse Harlin):

Vode An (Brothers All),

Gra'tua Cuun (Our Vengeance),

Ka'rta Tor (One Heart of Justice),

Dha Werda Verda (Warriors of the Shadows)

Sidenote: Present here available on YT soundtrack includes also other music scores

The History of the Mandalorians, Star Wars Insider #80, 2005

The history of the Mandalorian shock troopers goes back a long way, some say to the dawn of recorded galactic history. Though in modern times the Mandalorians have become a grab-bag of alien races, including humanoids, Togorians, and Kerestians, the Mandalorians were once strictly a gray-skinned warrior race. Xenoantropologists believe that the original Mandalorian species was descended from the ancient Taung Shadow Warriors of Dha Werda Verda legend. Particularly compelling are similarities between the Mandalorian language and surviving Taung texts.

Guide to the Grand Army of the Republic, Star Wars Insider #84, 2005

Commander Bacara was originally trained by one of the few non-Mandalorian instructors, an ex-Journeyman Protector named Cort Davin  from the Concord Dawn system. […] Bacara found it difficult to converse in Mandalorian with his brethren as he learned the peculiar dialect of Concord Dawn, which used words like “tat” instead of “vod” for “brother”.

The New Essential Chronology, 2005

Coruscant's humans may have come into dominance on their homeworld by defeating a near-human, gray-skinned species known as the Taungs in several series of legendary battles. The humans, who compromised the thirteen nations of the Battalions of Zhell, suffered an almost extinction-level defeat when a sudden volcanic eruption smothered their encampment. The towering plume of black ash loomed over the Taung army for two years, and the awed Taungs took the name Warriors of the Shadow - or, in the ancient tongue, Dha Werda Verda. The Battalions of Zhell recovered and claimed Coruscant for their own, while the Taungs may have become the Mandalorians, judging from what we have learned concerning similarities between the Mandalorian language and surviving Taung texts.

“Mandalorians: Identity and Language”, published by the Galactic Institute of Anthropology (in-universe quote prefacing Mandalorians: People and Culture, Star Wars Insider #86, 2006)

In five millennia, the Mandalorians fought with and against a thousand armies on a thousand worlds. They learned to speak as many languages and absorbed weapons technology and tactics from every war. And yet, despite the overwhelming influence of alien cultures, and the absence of a true home world and even species, their own language not only survived but changed little; their way of life and their philosophy remained untouched; and their ideals and sense of family, of identity of nation, were only strengthened. Armor is not what makes a Mandalorian. Armor is simply a manifestation of an impenetrable, unassailable heart.

Mandalorians: People and Culture, Star Wars Insider #86, 2006

Mando'a's origins are unclear. Despite the language's similarities with that of the Taung, from whom the original inhabitants of Mandalore were thought to be descended, it also contains elements not found in other galactic languages.

Karen Traviss' Official Site, 2006 (WEB ARCHIVE, 2011)

Alphabet

Grammar Guide to read here.

Dictionary, here to download

Republic Commando: Order 66, 2008

They were now on the final leg of the mission. It was going fine, all things considered, right up to the point when Jusik heard that voice again; that one tantalizing, half-familiar sound that made him listen. "Nurse," he said. "I need to check something." He held up a forefinger for silence. "Hear that voice?" It was the female one that sounded almost as if she was speaking Mandalorian. Something insisted begged, demanded that he at least go and look. Leaving the Jedi hadn't severed his connection to the force. "May I see that inmate? She may be on our list." When the nurse's back was turned Skirata shot Jusik a glance. What are you playing at? Jusik just raised his finger a fraction farther. Bear with me. "I'm afraid she's very uneasy around males," said the nurse. "And she has a history of violence against them." Jusik peered into the room. The woman was maybe forty, forty-five, a little older, and didn't look as if she could mete out even a harsh word. She huddled in the corner, rocking for comfort, and when her eyes met his, he knew she was very troubled indeed. "Can I talk to her?" Jusik asked. "Just be careful." The nurse slid the 'pad in front of him. "She's on a five-hundred dose of zaloxipine, just to manage her, but she's been detained indefinitely for three homicides. I can't take responsibility for her." Jusik squatted down and resorted to a little mind influence, the most benign, to make her realize he meant her no harm. It was worth trying even if he was stretching their luck. Something told him he had to, and maybe it was simply that he'd walked by one inmate too many. "Ner gai Bard'ika," he said. "Tion gar gai? Gar aliit?" He'd told her his name was Bardan, and asked her name and her clan name. She stared at him. It was as if she didn't believe what she was seeing, or hearing. "Arla," she said. She glanced at the nurse as if the woman was eavesdropping. "Neyar gain Arla Vhett." It wasn't Mando'a, but it was close enough for any Mandalorian to understand.

Star Wars Complete Encyclopedia, 2008

Mando'a - A Mandalorian word for their native language, known in Basic as Mandalorian. Mando'a was strange to most humanoids, since it focused on the present tense and lacked any form of gender, although it was considered grammatically simple by many linguists. At its core, Mando’a was a spoken language, because many different groups spoke it with enough subtle variation that writing it down became problematic. It was seen as a robust, direct language used by robust, direct people, and it mirrored their culture. The Mandalorians had no word for "hero", but many different words for "stab". Being compared to a Hutt was the worst insult, and the word for "mother" and "father" was the same.

The Clone Wars in The Mandalore Plot episode, 2010

Satine Kryze: He was speaking in the dialect they use on Concordia, our moon.

Star Wars: The Essential Guide to Warfare Author’s Cut, Part 2 – Ancient Coruscant, 2013

In its entirety, Dha Werda Verda encompasses more than 700 verses divided into 11chapters and written in the language known as Notron Cant, whose subtleties continue to defy translation. But most people know only a fraction of the ninth — the 10 verses popularly known as “The Maker Comes to Unmake.” No matter what school, junior academy or crèche you belonged to, if you’re Coruscanti you either memorized the strange syllables of these 10 verses for recitation or had a schoolmate who did. But there’s something odd about our veneration of an ancient epic, notes University of Byblos historian Mesh Burzon. “We believe the Zhell were humans — perhaps the original human population that took to the stars when Imperial Center was known as Notron,” Burzon says. “The Taungs were not human. If the account of the destruction of Zhell is even vaguely accurate, it was a monumental disaster for humanity. So what you have is the descendents of those who survived a near-extinction reciting the poem their oppressors composed to celebrate the event.” As Burzon explains, the Zhell nations were battered by the loss of their capital, but not broken: They recovered and drove the Taungs off Notron entirely. The Taungs emigrated to the Outer Rim and eventually settled Mandalore, named for a legendary clan leader. From this new homeworld they became the scourge of the Republic, routinely raiding its outlying worlds and sometimes penetrating the very Core. The Mandalorian clans valued loyalty to their ferocious warrior code above all else, a quality that would eventually transform their society. A later leader, Mandalore the Ultimate, admitted humans and other species to the Mandalorian ranks. As it turned out, Mandalore the Ultimate was the final Taung to lead the clans. “The Taungs are now extinct, but their ways have been preserved by the Mandalorians — a human culture, ironically enough,” Burzon notes. Hu Jibwe, scholar of military history at the Salmagodro Grand Academy, notes that there is another song popularly known as “Dha Werda Verda” — the Mando’a war chant known as “Rage of the Shadow Warriors.” During the Clone Wars, some Mandalorian trainers taught this chant to their clones, and it became a hallmark of those units. It’s rarely performed today, so if you have a chance to see it, take advantage: The chant and ritual dance are mesmerizing, particularly if the dancers follow Mandalorian tradition and drum out the rhythm on the chest or back of those next to them: The ash of the Taung beats strong within the Mandalorians’ heart. We are the rage of the Warriors of the Shadow, The first noble sons of Mandalore. Let all those who stand before us light the night sky in flame. Our vengeance burns brighter still. The gauntlet of Mandalore strikes without mercy. We are the rage of the Warriors of the Shadow, The first noble sons of Mandalore. Let all those who stand before us light the night sky in flame. Our vengeance burns brighter still. But as Hu notes, “Rage” is far more recent than Dha Werda Verda. The best-preserved record of the Taung epic poem, written in Notron Cant and housed in the Baobab Archives on distant Manda, contains none of the verses of “Rage.” “It’s my belief that ‘Rage of the Shadow Warriors’ dates from the reign of Mandalore the Ultimate, when the Taungs knew they were being eclipsed,” Hu explains. “I’ve always thought it a poignant work — a plea that the Taungs not be forgotten by the newborn culture they knew would outlive them.” But what of the warriors on both sides whose valor is remembered in Dha Werda Verda? Of them we know almost nothing, academics say.

SIDENOTE: the full article can be read here.

BONUS:

Karen Traviss speaking mando'a

Bistro

Speeding ticket

Revenge of the Sith crawler

Interview with Karen Traviss about Mando'a and her new book "Triple Zero."

SW Insider 86 Online Supplement: Inside Mando'a