I found some old school horror/vampire smileys, they don't make them like this no more..... You find something cool just post it here 
Here's a cute smiley for Nalbandcoria, i know he loves masturbation jokes
These are killer, you can do funny stuff with them:
Murray's forehand
A cute sperm:
And i made this Rob Halford double jerkoff gif
It's from The Green Manalishi which is a Fleetwood Mac cover:
These are killer, you can do funny stuff with them:
A cute sperm:
And i made this Rob Halford double jerkoff gif
It's from The Green Manalishi which is a Fleetwood Mac cover:
britbox
Multiple Major Winner
I found some old school horror/vampire smileys, they don't make them like this no more..... You find something cool just post it here
I'll add some to the standard smilies later.
This is a cool poem by Arany János, The Bards of Wales, Lawrence Huxham, a Welsh guy, learnt Hungarian proly and visited Hungary many times, influenced by the poem, he has lots of great videos on youtube he made in Hun. (Dalriada made a whole album full of Arany János poems turned into songs, Lawrence made many Dalriada covers with his mandola) .
Here's Lawrence Huxham shooting with hun bow
Here's his channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiXgu46b5q_J35goYpgevRQ
This is the poem:
John Arany
The bards of Wales' (English)
King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
"Hear my decree! I want to see
My new dominion.
"Show me the yield of every field,
The grain, the grass, the wood!
Is all the land now moist and rich
With red rebellious blood?
"And are the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
A peaceful, happy folk?
I want them pleased, just like the beast
They harness in the yoke."
"Sire, this jewel in your crown,
Your Wales, is fair and good:
Rich is the yield of every field
The grassland and the wood.
"And, Sire, the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
So pleased they all behave!
Dark every hut, fearfully shut
And silent as the grave."
King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
And where he rides dead silence hides
In his dominion.
He calls at high Montgomery
To banquet and to rest;
It falls on Lord Montgomery
To entertain the guest:
With fish, the meat, and fruit so sweet,
To tease the tongue, the eyes,
A splendid spread for a king to be fed
A lordly enterprise.
The waiters file with the best this Isle
Can grow in drink and food,
And serve the fine Bordeaux and Rhine
In gracious plentitude.
"Now drink my health, you gentle sirs,
And you, my noble host! You Sirs...
Welsh Sirs... you filthy curs,
I want the loyal toast!
"The fish, the meat you served to eat
Was fine and ably done.
But deep inside it's hate you hide:
You loathe me, every one!
"Well, then, you sirs, you filthy curs,
Who will now toast your king?
I want a bard to praise my deeds,
A bard of Wales to sing!"
They look askance with a furtive glance,
The noblemen of Wales;
Their cheeks turn white in deadly fright,
As crimson anger pales.
Deep silence falls upon the halls,
And lo, before their eyes
They see an old man, white as snow,
An ancient bard to rise:
"I shall recite your glorious deeds
Just as you bid me, Sire."
And death rattles in grim battles
As he touches the lyre.
"Grim death rattles, the brave battles,
And blood bestains the sun,
Your deeds reek high, up to the sky:
You are the guilty one!
"Our dead are plenty as the corn
When harvest is begun,
And as we reap and glean, we weep:
You did this, guilty one!"
"Off to the stake!" the king commands,
"This was churlishly hard.
Sing us, you there, a softer air,
You, young and courtly bard!"
"A breeze so soft, does sweetly waft
Where Milford Haven lies,
With wailing woes of doomed widows
And mournful maidens' cries.
"Maiden, don't bear a slave! Mother,
Your babe must not be nursed!" ...
A royal nod. He reached the stake
Together with the first.
But boldly and without a call
A third one takes the floor;
Without salute he strikes the lute,
His song begins to soar:
"Our brave were killed, just as you willed,
Or languish in our gaols:
To hail your name or sing your fame
You find no bard in Wales!
"He may gone,' but his songs live on -
The toast is `King beware!'
You bear the curse - and even worse -
Of Welsh bards everywhere."
"I'll see to that!" thunders the King,
"You spiteful Welsh peasants!
The stake will toast your every bard
Who spurns my ordinance!"
His men went forth to search the North,
The West, the South, the East,
And so befell, the truth to tell,
In Wales the famous feast. -
King Edward fled, headlong he sped
Upon his stallion,
And in his wake a blazing stake:
The Welsh dominion.
Five hundred went singing to die,
Five hundred in the blaze,
But none would sing to cheer the king
The loyal toast to raise.
"My chamberlain, what is the din
In London's streets so late?
The Lord Mayor answers with his head
If it does not abate!"
Gone is the din; without, within
They all silently creep:
"Who breaks the spell, goes straight to hell!
The King can't fall asleep."
"Let drum and fife now come to life
And let the trumpets roar,
To rise above that fatal curse
That haunts me evermore!"
But over drums and piercing fifes,
Beyond the soldiers' hails,
They swell the song, five hundred strong,
Those martyred bards of Wales. (*)
(*)Although doubted by scholars, it is strongly held in the oral tradition that King Edward I of England had five hundred bards executed after his conquest of Wales in 1277, lest they incite the Welsh youth to rebellion by reminding them in their songs of their nation's glorious past. Janos Arany.
Arany wrote this poem when the Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph first visited Hungary after he defeated it in its 1848-49 War of Independence. Originally he was asked to write a poem to praise the Emperor.
Zollman Péter
Source of the quotation Peter Zollman
Here's Lawrence Huxham shooting with hun bow
Here's his channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiXgu46b5q_J35goYpgevRQ
This is the poem:
John Arany
The bards of Wales' (English)
King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
"Hear my decree! I want to see
My new dominion.
"Show me the yield of every field,
The grain, the grass, the wood!
Is all the land now moist and rich
With red rebellious blood?
"And are the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
A peaceful, happy folk?
I want them pleased, just like the beast
They harness in the yoke."
"Sire, this jewel in your crown,
Your Wales, is fair and good:
Rich is the yield of every field
The grassland and the wood.
"And, Sire, the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
So pleased they all behave!
Dark every hut, fearfully shut
And silent as the grave."
King Edward scales the hills of Wales
Upon his stallion.
And where he rides dead silence hides
In his dominion.
He calls at high Montgomery
To banquet and to rest;
It falls on Lord Montgomery
To entertain the guest:
With fish, the meat, and fruit so sweet,
To tease the tongue, the eyes,
A splendid spread for a king to be fed
A lordly enterprise.
The waiters file with the best this Isle
Can grow in drink and food,
And serve the fine Bordeaux and Rhine
In gracious plentitude.
"Now drink my health, you gentle sirs,
And you, my noble host! You Sirs...
Welsh Sirs... you filthy curs,
I want the loyal toast!
"The fish, the meat you served to eat
Was fine and ably done.
But deep inside it's hate you hide:
You loathe me, every one!
"Well, then, you sirs, you filthy curs,
Who will now toast your king?
I want a bard to praise my deeds,
A bard of Wales to sing!"
They look askance with a furtive glance,
The noblemen of Wales;
Their cheeks turn white in deadly fright,
As crimson anger pales.
Deep silence falls upon the halls,
And lo, before their eyes
They see an old man, white as snow,
An ancient bard to rise:
"I shall recite your glorious deeds
Just as you bid me, Sire."
And death rattles in grim battles
As he touches the lyre.
"Grim death rattles, the brave battles,
And blood bestains the sun,
Your deeds reek high, up to the sky:
You are the guilty one!
"Our dead are plenty as the corn
When harvest is begun,
And as we reap and glean, we weep:
You did this, guilty one!"
"Off to the stake!" the king commands,
"This was churlishly hard.
Sing us, you there, a softer air,
You, young and courtly bard!"
"A breeze so soft, does sweetly waft
Where Milford Haven lies,
With wailing woes of doomed widows
And mournful maidens' cries.
"Maiden, don't bear a slave! Mother,
Your babe must not be nursed!" ...
A royal nod. He reached the stake
Together with the first.
But boldly and without a call
A third one takes the floor;
Without salute he strikes the lute,
His song begins to soar:
"Our brave were killed, just as you willed,
Or languish in our gaols:
To hail your name or sing your fame
You find no bard in Wales!
"He may gone,' but his songs live on -
The toast is `King beware!'
You bear the curse - and even worse -
Of Welsh bards everywhere."
"I'll see to that!" thunders the King,
"You spiteful Welsh peasants!
The stake will toast your every bard
Who spurns my ordinance!"
His men went forth to search the North,
The West, the South, the East,
And so befell, the truth to tell,
In Wales the famous feast. -
King Edward fled, headlong he sped
Upon his stallion,
And in his wake a blazing stake:
The Welsh dominion.
Five hundred went singing to die,
Five hundred in the blaze,
But none would sing to cheer the king
The loyal toast to raise.
"My chamberlain, what is the din
In London's streets so late?
The Lord Mayor answers with his head
If it does not abate!"
Gone is the din; without, within
They all silently creep:
"Who breaks the spell, goes straight to hell!
The King can't fall asleep."
"Let drum and fife now come to life
And let the trumpets roar,
To rise above that fatal curse
That haunts me evermore!"
But over drums and piercing fifes,
Beyond the soldiers' hails,
They swell the song, five hundred strong,
Those martyred bards of Wales. (*)
(*)Although doubted by scholars, it is strongly held in the oral tradition that King Edward I of England had five hundred bards executed after his conquest of Wales in 1277, lest they incite the Welsh youth to rebellion by reminding them in their songs of their nation's glorious past. Janos Arany.
Arany wrote this poem when the Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph first visited Hungary after he defeated it in its 1848-49 War of Independence. Originally he was asked to write a poem to praise the Emperor.
Zollman Péter
Source of the quotation Peter Zollman
britbox
Multiple Major Winner
Yes haha, that poem is not only compulsory reading here, you have to learn a few stanzas by heart at school
I remembered something, now read up on it. It's great those people wanted to save their culture and that the movement got new life!!!!! People like this Lawrence Huxham guy are real treasures, he put up some Welsh songs too sung in his native language, it sounds great!!! There are vids where he's watching Welsh footie match in a bar and they sing the Welsh anthem, so cool
. He also knows lots of Hungarian bands, actually i got to know some of them through him!!! I also like his Welsh perspective on my country's politics, very cool and enlightening. I mean not only to my culture but also to the Welsh one.My boy Lawrence Huxham is a neverending source of delight 
Here he's singing Hungarian songs (sometimes he's just playing along with his mandola) and i gotta say his voice is very good!!!! You can hear that someone is a great artist when his/her voice is like an instrument and he's got a voice like that!!!! 
Now during his performance he goes off-key 1or 2 times but that's just 'cause of the lack of practice, but the performances are great anyway :heart:
And his pronunciation is great!!!
One of the band members of SzkÃtia thanked him in the comments for covering their song
HAHAHAHA and I tot loved Lawrence's "Szebb jövőt" Jobbik greeting in the comments under the Kárpátia song
And one of his usual mandola covers without singing:
Here he's singing Hungarian songs (sometimes he's just playing along with his mandola) and i gotta say his voice is very good!!!! You can hear that someone is a great artist when his/her voice is like an instrument and he's got a voice like that!!!! Now during his performance he goes off-key 1or 2 times but that's just 'cause of the lack of practice, but the performances are great anyway :heart:And his pronunciation is great!!!
One of the band members of SzkÃtia thanked him in the comments for covering their song
HAHAHAHA and I tot loved Lawrence's "Szebb jövőt" Jobbik greeting in the comments under the Kárpátia song
And one of his usual mandola covers without singing:
Petőfi Sándor
(1823–1849)
One thought (English)
One thought keeps going round my head:
The thought of dying in my bed!
Slowly withering like some overblown
Flower the greenfly gnaws and makes his own;
Wasting away like an old candlestick
In a deserted room, grown pale and sick.
Dear God, devise as nemesis
Any cruel death for me but this!
O let me be a tree by lightning blasted,
Twisted by hurricanes, by wild winds wasted;
Or let me be a cliff the loud storms batter
And hurl into the vale below to shatter...–
Once every nation now in chains,
Grown weary of its yoke, regains
Its self-respect, cheeks flushed and banners red,
One undefiled word fluttering overhead,
That word Liberty
Chanted incessantly,
Chanted across the globe from east to west,
There, where the tyrant, dares to raise his crest,
There, where guns resound,
Let my corpse be found,
There let my young heart drain its blood away,
And should I have one last word still to say
Let it be lost in din and clash of steel
In cannon’s roar and trumpet’s loud appeal,
Let my body be
Trodden by cavalry
Their horses blowing, hot with triumph wrung
From death and leave me broken in the dung,
Let my scattered bones be still disjointed
Until the day for burial be appointed,
When in ceremonial order, flags of mourning grace
The long processions at funereal pace,
And all dead heroes find a common plot
Who with sacred Liberty threw in their lot.
I'll be cheeky. The worst thing you can say is no. Can we have some animal ones?I'll add some to the standard smilies later.
Thank you very much. I love them, especially the horse 1. The dog 1's nice too. I don't reckon there's a ferret or bird 1.I miss the hugsy smiley most:
Here are some animal and unicorn smileys
I love that standard sable polecat-coloured ferret 1. It's just like 1 of mine was. Thank you very much.
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