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@incorrect-ulster-cycle
"average ulaid warrior kills five of the connachta every year" factoid actually just statistical error. average ulaid kills no connachta, because of the curse. cú gheoirg, who guards the fords and kills over 10,000 connachta each day, was an outlier adn should not have been counted
Conchobar, to Cú Chulainn: Medb just took control of Muirthemne, so remember that thing I said about no more crime? That’s over now. Go do crime.
Cú Chulainn: So...you never told me, when I was at Dún Scaith, you must have had suitors.
Emer: I must have.
Cú Chulainn: Well, you've got to admit, it is surprising you're not married.
Emer: It is, and yet when one considers that marriage requires a man, perhaps not.
Conall: Outstanding. Now, let's chop all their heads off, and pile them up in the corner.
Emer: Why would we do that?
Conall: Pile of bodies, pile of heads.
Emer: Saw you were hanging out with Fand today.
Cú Chulainn: Emer, it's not what you think!
Emer: I WON'T HESITATE. BITCH.
Cú Chulainn: Oh, did you hang out with Medb last night?
Fer Diad: You know what, yeah, I did.
Cú Chulainn: Oh, that’s great! I love Medb!
Fer Diad: You hate Medb.
Cú Chulainn: YEAH, NO SHIT, HONEY.
– Mesca Ulad, trans. incorrect-ulster-cycle.
Fergus: Since I’m going to be away for a while, I’ve left you all a complimentary bowl of advice.
Fergus: For instance, “Cú Chulainn, stop doing that” just applies to everything.
Medb: If there were a conflict of interests which side would the Ulster exiles really be on?
Cormac: The winning side, Medb.
Medb: Stop it!
Fergus: Stop what?
Medb: He’s leaving you notes about me in Ogham. Well, you know what? Joke’s on you ‘cause I know Ogham. Ha!
Fergus: Yeah, that’s what we’re doing. In our very limited free time in the middle of a war, we went and made a bargain and then we went out and practised using a very outmoded and very unnecessary form of communication just so he could leave notes about you in front of you.
[cut to Fergus and Cú Chulainn]
Fergus: Yup. That’s exactly what we did.
Ailill: You're only boobs, hair, and talk, Medb. Medb: No. I'm boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a sword hand.
Hey, FYI: Incorrect Ulster Cycle has a shout-out on page 33 of Matthieu Boyd's The Essential Táin Bó Cúailnge and Other Stories from the Ulster Cycle! (Have you already seen this? What do you think? Is it up there with Kinsella and Carson?)
wait WHAT
WHO TOLD MATTHIEU BOYD ABOUT ME
WAIT THIS MEANS THAT OTHER ACADEMICS KNOW ABOUT ME
IS MATTHIEU BOYD ON TUMBLR
OH MY GOD. BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES WE'RE BEING PERCEIVED
anyway no as you can tell i haven't read it or i would have known this already
Hey, FYI: Incorrect Ulster Cycle has a shout-out on page 33 of Matthieu Boyd's The Essential Táin Bó Cúailnge and Other Stories from the Ulster Cycle! (Have you already seen this? What do you think? Is it up there with Kinsella and Carson?)
wait WHAT
POV you’re one of the warriors of Connacht/Munster/Leinster being informed of a cattle raid you’re all about to go on
“Hi my name is Sétanta mac Súaltaim, the Hound of Culann, and I have curly three-coloured hair with red and gold in it that stands up in rigid spikes and brilliant bright eyes with seven pupils and a lot of people tell me I look like Lug mac Ethlenn (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m related to literally everyone in Ulster which is great because they’re all major fucking hotties. I’m named after a dog but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a warrior, and I fight on behalf of the Ulaid (I’m seventeen). I’m a hero (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armour. For example today I was wearing a silk tunic with a white gold border and a hero’s battle-girdle of hard leather, twenty-seven waxed shirts, and a magic cloak from Tír Tairngire. I was wearing red lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking past Medb’s camp. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of the Connachta stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.”
— Cú Chulainn
Beautiful indeed was the youth who thus came to display his form to the hosts, namely, Cú Chulainn mac Súaltaim. He seemed to have three kinds of hair: dark next to his skin, blood-red in the middle and hair like a crown of gold covering them outside. Fair was the arrangement of that hair with three coils in the hollow in the nape of his neck, and like gold thread was each fine hair, looseflowing, bright-golden, excellent, long-tressed, splendid and of beautiful colour, which fell back over his shoulders. A hundred bright crimson ringlets of flaming red-gold encircled his neck. Around his head a hundred strings interspersed with carbunclegems. Four shades (?) in each of his cheeks, a yellow shade and a green, a blue shade and a purple. Seven brilliant gem-like pupils in each of his noble eyes. Seven toes on each of his feet; seven fingers on each of his hands with the grasp of a hawk’s claws and the grip of a hedghog’s claws in each separate toe and finger. So on that day he donned his festive apparel, namely, a fair mantle, well-fitting, bright purple, fringed, five-folded. A white brooch of silver inset with inlaid gold over his white breast as it were a bright lantern that men’s eyes could not look at by reason of its brilliance and splendour. Next to his skin he wore a tunic of silky satin reaching to the top of his dark apron, dark-red, soldierly, of royal satin. He carried a dark-red purple shield with five concentric circles of gold and a rim of white bronze. At his girdle hung, ready for action, a golden-hilted, ornamented sword with great knobs of red gold at its end. In the chariot beside him was a long shining-edged spear together with a sharp attacking javelin with rivets of burning gold. In one hand he held nine heads, in the other ten, and these he brandished at the hosts. Those were the trophies of one night’s fighting by Cú Chulainn. Then the women of Connacht climbed up on the hosts and the women of Munster climbed on men’s shoulders that they might behold the appearance of Cú Chulainn.
Táin Bó Cúailnge Recension 1 (trans. Cecile O'Rahilly)
anyway so if you thought i was exaggerating when i My Immortal’d this. i wasn’t
I’m enjoying the 19 severed heads in hand becoming a middle finger. Did 4Kids modernize this?
you're right tho i should've put "A lot of the Connachta stared at me. I held up nineteen severed heads at them", dunno what past me was thinking
“Hi my name is Sétanta mac Súaltaim, the Hound of Culann, and I have curly three-coloured hair with red and gold in it that stands up in rigid spikes and brilliant bright eyes with seven pupils and a lot of people tell me I look like Lug mac Ethlenn (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m related to literally everyone in Ulster which is great because they’re all major fucking hotties. I’m named after a dog but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a warrior, and I fight on behalf of the Ulaid (I’m seventeen). I’m a hero (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armour. For example today I was wearing a silk tunic with a white gold border and a hero’s battle-girdle of hard leather, twenty-seven waxed shirts, and a magic cloak from Tír Tairngire. I was wearing red lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking past Medb’s camp. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of the Connachta stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.”
— Cú Chulainn
Beautiful indeed was the youth who thus came to display his form to the hosts, namely, Cú Chulainn mac Súaltaim. He seemed to have three kinds of hair: dark next to his skin, blood-red in the middle and hair like a crown of gold covering them outside. Fair was the arrangement of that hair with three coils in the hollow in the nape of his neck, and like gold thread was each fine hair, looseflowing, bright-golden, excellent, long-tressed, splendid and of beautiful colour, which fell back over his shoulders. A hundred bright crimson ringlets of flaming red-gold encircled his neck. Around his head a hundred strings interspersed with carbunclegems. Four shades (?) in each of his cheeks, a yellow shade and a green, a blue shade and a purple. Seven brilliant gem-like pupils in each of his noble eyes. Seven toes on each of his feet; seven fingers on each of his hands with the grasp of a hawk's claws and the grip of a hedghog's claws in each separate toe and finger. So on that day he donned his festive apparel, namely, a fair mantle, well-fitting, bright purple, fringed, five-folded. A white brooch of silver inset with inlaid gold over his white breast as it were a bright lantern that men's eyes could not look at by reason of its brilliance and splendour. Next to his skin he wore a tunic of silky satin reaching to the top of his dark apron, dark-red, soldierly, of royal satin. He carried a dark-red purple shield with five concentric circles of gold and a rim of white bronze. At his girdle hung, ready for action, a golden-hilted, ornamented sword with great knobs of red gold at its end. In the chariot beside him was a long shining-edged spear together with a sharp attacking javelin with rivets of burning gold. In one hand he held nine heads, in the other ten, and these he brandished at the hosts. Those were the trophies of one night's fighting by Cú Chulainn. Then the women of Connacht climbed up on the hosts and the women of Munster climbed on men's shoulders that they might behold the appearance of Cú Chulainn.
Táin Bó Cúailnge Recension 1 (trans. Cecile O'Rahilly)
anyway so if you thought i was exaggerating when i My Immortal'd this. i wasn't
Fer Diad, to Cú Chulainn: While you studied the blade... I studied the blade too. We were classmates.
