' I told you to stop any—— ‘ one from entering, she wants to say, but it is not some vague colleague who has entered her temporary, small sanctuary of a room, but the lord of the castle himself. In spite of her snippy demeanor, he is instead greeted with her typical taunts.

   ' —— Ha, should I consider it an honor or are you merely lost within your own demesne? ‘


Clifden Castle - The Clifden Castle was built in 1818 for John D’Arcy the founder of Clifden. The Gothic Revival Style castle was the main living place for the D’Arcy family. The land surrounding the castle was the first drained and reclaimed by John D’Arcy in the Clifden area.

Clifden Castle was built with fantastic features in the early 1800’s including an entry tower with two round turrets, a rounded tower to the southeast, and a square tower. The estate faces south and overlooks Clifden Bay. On the lands of the manor house to the west, there was a large enclosed farmyard, which included the worker’s cottages, stable, grain store, and coachhouse. Next to that was a walled garden, with a pond and a well near there. Also on the Demesne are the remains of a ‘marine temple’ made of sea shells on the stream to the east of the Castle. There is a large gateway on the property, built in 1815 in medieval style. D’Arcy had erected several standing stone on the property, four of which remain along the winding path between the gateway and Clifden Castle today. One stone is believed to be a genuine prehistoric worked stone, brought in from another place, but no one knows for sure. When the Eyre Family bought the estate 1850 some additional features were added including a new thatched roof, and other decorative features which can be seen in the dilapidated manor today. This also added a children’s graveyard to the north, originally for the 3 Eyre children who died in the 1880’s.

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Mary Rosse’s Darkroom Reconstruction by Sherwood Harrington on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Lady Mary Rosse, wife of the Third Earl of Rosse (who designed and built the giant “Leviathan of Parsonstown” telescope) was a multi-talented person. Among other pursuits, she became a pioneer in photography during the mid-1800s. She and her husband set up a photo/chemical laboratory, a darkroom, in one of the basement rooms of the castle in the 1840s, a room that was in use by the family until 1908. Between then and the 1980’s the room was essentially abandoned and forgotten (you can forget about rooms, I suppose, if your house has 88 of them.) When re-opened in 1983, it provided a time capsule of sorts to historians of technology, since all of the chemicals and other materials were in tact.

The room is now being reconstructed on the second floor of the Birr Castle Demesne Historic Science Centre, with an attempt to reproduce it as faithfully as possible with the exception of lighting (which needs to be enhanced so visitors can actually see the things in it.)

demesnes replied to your postdemesnes replied to your post: i’m gonna be…

I WISH I COULD DO CLEVELAND. But that would never happen. fml Whatever. haha I have no money anyway between Christmas and working two days a week and such. XD I’m glad we met too!

I’m trying so hard to go, but alas my parents are super-paranoid about letting me go eight hours away by myself. ugh. >.<
Yes, when their next shows come around we should definitely all go together :D JERSEY TBM FANS UNITE!


October 1st–Demesne (dih-MEYN)

Within domain of Prospero enslaved
Is Caliban, the meek and fish-like pup
Whose glory’s in his master’s hands unstaved.
He battles by not being beaten up.

He pleads that “Please forgo my punishment!”
Met only by his master’s unmarked stares.
The not quite man, he feels participant
Unwilling to recanted master’s fares.

By doing well the chores assigned to work,
This Caliban his manages to earn
Reprieve and thus endearment from his ward
That shows by softening the daily scorn.

Now he works hard for his less beaten days
But terrible things happen anyways

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Word of the Day: Demesne

Demesne (dih-MEYN, -MEEN)


1. possession of land as one’s own

2. an estate or part of an estate occupied and controlled by, and worked for the exclusive use of, the owner

3. land belonging to and adjoining a manor house; estate

4. the dominion or territory of a sovereign or state; domain

5. a district; region

Origin: is derived from the Middle English word demeine. It is related to the more common word domain, which also comes from the Latin word dominicus meaning “of a master.”

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer (Band)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Michael Clifford/Luke Hemmings
Characters: Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Mali Koa Hood (Brief mention), One Direction (Brief mention), Jack Barakat gets a mention because why the fuck not
Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Jealousy, Mikey gets jealous sometimes, Luke maybe kinda likes it, Established Relationship, Muke - Freeform, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Now for the mortifying tags, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Riding, Luke is totally a power bottom but only because Michael teases him too much, Omfg what have i written, IDA THIS IS YOUR FAULT OH MY GOD, No Angst, Rita Skeeter gets a shoutout holla, Smut, smutty smut smut
Series: Part 17 of Beautiful Words - 5SOS Oneshots

Michael remembers wondering vaguely when the tables had turned so much because he was pretty sure this had all stemmed from him being jealous but now Luke was riding Michael like there was no tomorrow and Michael remembers Luke sucking at his neck and feeling like he was going to die.



MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold,    
  And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;    
  Round many western islands have I been    
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.    
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told            
  That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne:    
  Yet did I never breathe its pure serene    
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:    
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies    
  When a new planet swims into his ken;     
Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes    
  He stared at the Pacific—and all his men    
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—    
  Silent, upon a peak in Darien.


"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist."

from The Decay of Lying

demesn-e said:

k so a woman has identical twin boys, but she has to give them up for adoption. one is adopted by a family in spain, and is named juan. the other is adopted by an egyptian family. years later, juan finds out about his birth parents and sends them a picture of himself. when the woman sees the picture, and tells her husband that she wishes she had a picture of amal too. he responds with "eh, are you sure? once you've seen juan, you've seen amal." (LAUGH AT ME IM FUNNY)

*slow applause*

  • Achilles:Aeneas, why do you stand thus out before the host to fight me? Is it that you hope to reign over the Trojans, partaking of the honor of Priam? Nay, though you kill me Priam will not hand his kingdom over to you. He is a man of sound judgment, and he has sons of his own. Or have the Trojans been allotting you a demesne of passing richness, fair with orchard lawns and wheat lands, if you should slay me? This you shall hardly do. I have discomfited you once already. Have you forgotten how when you were alone I chased you from your herds helter-skelter down the slopes of Ida? You did not turn round to look behind you; you took refuge in Lyrnessos, but I attacked the city, and with the help of Athena and father Zeus I sacked it and carried its women into captivity, though Zeus and the other gods rescued you. You think they will protect you now, but they will not do so; therefore I say go back into the host, and do not face me, or you will rue it. Even a fool may be wise after the event.
  • Aeneas:en garde fuckboy
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by merlypops

Michael remembers how the stars Luke made him see were almost as bright as his boyfriend’s eyes.

Words: 3745, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of Beautiful Words - 5SOS Oneshots

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A Beast with no Face

In myth I invented from slaughterhouse filth
came a beast whose face is unformed,
who lingers among you with no call for stealth,
with your likenesses it is adorned.

Flowering petals resembling fair faces
in layers on layers shield the Unseen,
forever disguising the demesne of black space
owned by nothingness and the obscene.

An innocent child with promise and hope
was the seed of this now lurking beast.
Innocence violated, strangled, and choked
left a carcass on which it could feast.

With no concept of right, no idea of sin,
its soul disemboweled and discarded,
its sanity broken, and broken again
until no tender part was unscarred,

All that remained was a beast with no face,
just a thousand masks and veneers.
Is there a visage you’d prefer me to grace?
I’d be happy to see if it’s here.

Let me pick out one I know will bewitch you,
a mask which is sure to enthrall.
Don’t ask to see the real me I beseech you,
no, you would not like that face at all.

-Teodor S. Jackson

Summer days in Ireland don’t get much more pleasant than the one Jeremy and Louisa chose to get married on. The drive from Dublin to the Village at Lyons in Kildare was beautiful and the clear blue skies boded well for the day ahead.

The wedding venue, the Village at Lyons, lies along the scenic towpath of the Grand Canal at Aylmers Bridge and Lyons Demesne. The demesne was the former home of the Aylmers, an old Kildare dynasty, and later the Lawless family who held the title of The Earl of Cloncurry. These traditional and stately surroundings had been given a contemporary alternative twist by Louisa’s flamboyant brother Stephen, who was in charge of the decorations and had concocted a fun theme featuring a mobile sweetshop and candy galore.

The ceremony was held in the Mill, an historically fascinating room with panelled walls offset by a soft and relaxing palette of neutral shades dominated by a dramatic 17th century fireplace. The relaxed and intimate atmosphere was offset beautifully by the soothing sounds of running water from the still-functional waterwheel and waterfall outside.

After the ceremony, we took a wander through the grounds with some funky oversized balloons before heading back to party the night away in the mezzanine level of the Mill.

I captured these images whilst working as a second shooter for Amanda Wilcher ( during my time living in Dublin, Ireland. The images and editing are my own work.

View the whole gallery at the link below:

Louisa & Jeremy’s Gallery