irish princes

Only stories and magic really endure. How tiny one’s area of understanding is art teaches one perhaps better than philosophy. There is a kind of despair involved in creation which I am sure any artist knows all about. In art, as in morality, great things go by the board because at the crucial moment we blink our eyes. When is the crucial moment? Greatness is to recognize it and be able to hold it and to extend it. But for most of us the space between ‘dreaming on things to come’ and 'its is too late, it is all over’ is too tiny to enter. And so we let each thing go, thinking vaguely that it will always be given to us to try again. Thus works of art, and thus whole lives of men, are spoilt by blinking and moving quickly on.
—  Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

The Duchess of Cambridge being an absolute cutie at The Irish Guards St. Patrick’s Day Parade reception ♡

“Do you know how lucky you are missy?” Your husband Finn, very serious by the way, asked your infant daughter, their blue eyes matching each other.”You stole mommy’s boobs from daddy and you get to kiss them and touch them whenever you want” He playfully played with y/d/n nose, trying to get a giggle in return. You try to contain yourself from bursting into laughter as you enjoyed watching Finn bond with y/d/n.”When are you planning on giving them back to me missy?” Finn held y/d/n up, questioning her.”Help a daddy out baby girl.” Tilting his head onto his shoulder, he gave your daughter a pout.”As soon as you finish smack talking our daughter, who by the way doesn’t understand a word you are saying, you’ll find me in our bed, in lace, waiting for you to unwrap me.” You yell across the hall, making your way to your bedroom.
“Finn. Finn darlin come back here.” You exclaim; chasing your hyperactive pug. After circling around the park about 3 times, you come to a stop; struggling to catch your breath.”FINN!” You call out, loud enough to startle everyone in a 20 feet radius. Fully rested and hydrated my search continues.”Finnabun! ! Finn sweetheart c’mere.” You tsk, your lips pursing together mocking a kiss sound.”You called?” An accented voice stunned you. You turn around swiftly; your eyes gazing at the alluring view in front of your eyes.”I beg your pardon?” You stutter; finding it difficult for your your eyes to stop staring at this gentleman’s provocative abs.”You called my name darlin.” He beamed graciously; his smile could most likely light up an entire city.”Uhg, no no,” You laughed nervously.”You see I was calling my . . . FINN!” Your dog plunging onto you, licking every inch of your face.”Finn, meet Finn, my dog.” You introduce them both. Finn takes his paw; shaking it in a hand shake motion.”Nice to meet ya broder.” Finn bonds with Finn (aww how cute is that?).”So, I met the adorable dog that is named like me, nice name by the way. Now,what exactly do I have to do to get yer number darlin.”

We’re green with envy over Duchess Kate’s St. Patty’s Day coat.

Duchess Kate is beloved for recycling wardrobe pieces, but when it comes to St. Patrick’s Day attire, she’s been known to repeat the same shade, too.

She trotted out her go-to hue of forest green as she joined Prince William to hand out shamrocks at the annual Irish Guards St. Patrick’s Day parade in London Friday at their barracks in Hounslow, West London.

Kate accessorized her custom, military-style Catherine Walker coat with a matching hat and Gianvito Rossi suede pumps, and topped off the ensemble with an Irish Guard brooch. (Photo: Dan Kitwood, Getty)

“We’ve been friends for so long...” Finn mumble, his fingers entangled in your loose strands of hair. You nod slightly, listening to his thick accent, the mild intoxication making words flow out easier.”I like you more than just a mere friend y/n, and I’m hoping that you feel the same way.” Finn admits, his lips sipping from the half empty wine bottle. You lay him down on your lap, a slight sigh escaping his mouth.”When you sober up..” You started, your fingers brushing through his messy hair.”we’ll go out.” His smile spread across his face. You massage his hair for a good 5 minutes before he begins to fade away.