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My personal artistic hero… Harry Clarke (1889 - 1931) was an Irish illustrator and stained-glass artist and key figure in the Arts & Craft movement.

He illustrated works for Edgar Allan Poe - my favourite being ‘Tales of Mystery & Imagination.’ Dover Publishing re-printed it beautifully as a hardback edition - here’s the link to it on amazon - For way less than £30 it’s one of the prettiest books you can buy

Get THIS BOOK if you want to see all his stained glass work - before it gets too hard to track down. It also lists where you can see the existing works (mostly in Dublin) and has a very thorough bio on Clarke

Cliffs Edge ch9

thanks to @luckiedee​, I finally did the thing.

(ao3)

Prior to their departure from the hotel, Kent’s first act of business is to Google something on his phone. He won’t let Alexei see what it is.

“Fuck yes!” Kent exclaims. When he looks up from the screen, he’s grinning. “Okay, we’ve got some hours to kill. Will you be warm enough walking around outside in just a shirt and jacket? Even at night? It gets cold up here.”

Alexei looks down at himself. “I’m Russian.”

“Yeah, and I play ice hockey and grew up in New York, and I can’t fucking stand the cold. That’s why I’ve got three layers on and I’m grabbing a jacket before we go.” Kent gets up from his chair. “So?”

Alexei gets up, too. “I’m okay. It’s warm jacket. Where we go at night?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Kent goes to his closet to fish out the aforementioned jacket, which he ties around his waist like it’s 1995. Alexei would chirp him but it’s too fucking cute.

Kent heads for the door but Alexei hangs back, looking around the room. It was mildly messy when they came in but now it’s kind of disastrous, with the beds further rumpled from people sitting on their edges and all the available trashcans filled up with leavings. The delivery bags have been rolled up and stuffed inside each other, along with the discarded pie and quiche tins.

“Housekeeping will get it,” Kent says.

Alexei still cringes at the mess, but he goes with Kent, who checks for his keycard before closing the door behind them.

Outside the hotel, all is quiet. Alexei doesn’t see anyone with cameras hanging out in wait.

“Probably stalking the Falconers,” Kent says, and hails a taxi.

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Kiss Me I’m Irish/// Sirius Black x Irish! Reader

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

A/N: For Eimear! Who’s name I can remember because she sent me one of the best requests I’ve ever had and also because I really like your name. Sorry about the wait. I hope you enjoy!

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    You pulled at Sirius’ arm to get him up the hill with the rest of the Marauders and Lily following close behind. 

    “How much further,” Sirius whined. 

    “Would you be quiet? If we get caught, I’ll kill you,” you whisper-yelled. Sirius groaned and you slapped him in the arm. You looked around and finally spotted it. “Come on, it’s over here.” You let go of his hand and ran over to the hat laying on the ground. You kneeled down next to it and in a few moments everyone else was next to you. 

    “Why are we stopping at this old hat,” Lily asked. It had some holes in it and looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages but you knew better. 

    “You know, sometimes I forget you’re a muggleborn. Okay, Lily this right here is a Portkey. You touch it and it takes you to wherever it’s been enchanted to take you. It’s supposed to look run down so that no one messes with it. Okay?” Lily didn’t look completely convinced put she kneeled down next to it anyways.

    You looked at all of them. “Ready?” They all nodded. “All right, let’s go.” Everyone reached out and grabbed the hat. Suddenly, the world began to spin. 


    Growing up you looked forward to St. Patricks day. In Ireland and especially in Dublin there were always huge festivals that would go on all day for days. Now that you were older you looked forward to the parties. After years of telling your friends about the parties you finally told them to come along. 

    When the Portkey finally dropped you off you found yourself in a small field with street lights nearby. You were on your feet almost instantly alongside the Marauders while Lily lay on the ground trying to recover. 

    Lily groaned loudly. “Do you even know where we are?” Lily tried to get on her feet with assistance from James.

    “Of course I do, now hurry up!” You bolted for the streets and they had to run to catch up with you. As soon as you reached the street you were on the fastest route to the biggest party in town. Sirius hand found it’s way into yours as you ran down the streets. 

    Their were people selling shirts and all types of other stuff with Irish themes. You bought a shirt that said “Kiss Me I’m Irish” and Sirius got one that said “Don’t Even Think About It”. With Sirius at your side and the others close behind you headed to the party. 

    It was on a rooftop so you trudged up the stairs and burst through the door onto the roof. Their were bodies everywhere and everything was decorated in green. There were green lights streamed across the roof. You smiled widely. 


    Immediately all of you were taking shots. The were a bit skeptical of Guiness at first but after a few shots they were hooked, especially Remus. 

   “(Y/N), (Y/N), listen,” Remus yelled into your ear. “This is the best thing I’ve ever drank. Firewhiskey pales in comparison to this! It pales into comparison! Pales!” He was a lightweight so it didn’t surprise you that he was drunk already. 

   You just patted him on the shoulder before he went off to get more shots. You went back to looking for Sirius. He had slipped out of your sights while Remus was trying to get you to drink some more. You spotted James standing in a group with Peter on the far edge. You wound your way through the crowd 

    “James,” you yelled over the music. “Have you seen Sirius?!” He gazed around the crowd before turning back to you. 

    “No, sorry!” 

    “What are you even doing?! Who are these guys?!” 

   “Some new friends! They’re helping me rig up some fireworks! It’s supposed to be a giant leprechaun! Like you know how they do it at the Ireland Quidditch games! It’ll be great!” James had a large smile on his face as he explained this and you had to admit, you were looking forward to seeing that. 

    “Okay, cool! Where’s Lily?!” James smile quickly became a frown. He looked in a completely different direction so you followed his gaze. Lily was in a different group of people. She was laughing loudly and looked like she was having the time of her life. 

    “Talking with some muggleborns or whatever!” You put your arm on his shoulder. 

    “Well, good luck with that mate! I’ve gotta go find Sirius!” 

    “(Y/N)!” Your name rang across the rooftop. Your eyes darted to the stage where just a few minutes ago Irish dancers had just been performing but now a very drunk Remus had the mic. “(Y/N) come up here and dance with me!” His eyes were on you and then the entire rooftops eyes were on you. You shook your head. 

   “No! You gotta get up here,” Remus whined. “Come on! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” He led the crowd in chanting your name. Finally, you caved and made your way to the stage. Remus helped you up but he really wasn’t much help. 

    The music started up and you did a basic Irish dance that you learned as a kid. You tried instructing Remus in the moves but he was struggling majorly. You laughed at him but kept trying anyways. The song ended and everyone cheered as you tried to guide Remus off the stage. 

    “Merlin’s beard! You were sooooooo good! Wow,” Remus shouted.

    “Thanks Remus! Hey, maybe you should get some water alright?!” Before he could answer he was already back at the bar. Now you could finally get back to searching for Sirius. 

    You shoved your way through the crowd and had to double-take at every tall guy in a leather jacket. Finally, you spotted him leaning on the edge of the roof looking down at the streets. You quickly made your way over to him. You stood next to him with your back on the half-wall and he looked over at you. 

   “Nice performance.” You could barely hear the music over here so you could actually hear each other. 

   “Yeah? You saw that? Remus is really drunk. Have fun getting him back in the dorm.” He gazed back into the streets with a smile.

    “I’m sure we will.” 

    Both of you fell silent and you just looked into his eyes. They were that same deep gray that you could just get lost in. It made you smile a bit. There was so much mystery behind those eyes. 

   “What are you thinking about?” His eyes wandered over to yours.

   “You. You look so gorgeous tonight. In a crowd of hundreds of people and you still stick out to me. You’re amazing. Especially in this lighting. Green is really your color.” You leaned closer to him. 

    “Yeah?” He closed the space between you so that your chests were against each other.

    “Yeah.” You pressed your lips against his and he pulled you into him. If the night hadn’t been perfect it definitely was now.

Modern mythology: Eva Green as The Morrigan

The Morrígan (“phantom queen”) or Mórrígan (“great queen”), also written as Morrígu or in the plural as Morrígna, and spelled Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain in Modern Irish, is a figure from Irish mythology.

The primary themes associated with the Morrígan are battle, strife, and sovereignty. She sometimes appears in the form of a crow, flying above the warriors, and in the Ulster Cycle she also takes the forms of an eel, a wolf and a cow. She is generally considered a war deity comparable with the Germanic Valkyries, although her association with a cow may also suggest a role connected with wealth and the land.

I’m about to board a bus with homophobic boys wearing a pride flag

#transboy #trans #im in a Irish college and a theme for a ceilli night is literally “tranny night”

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you could give some suggestions for female names? My current (soon-to-be-dead) name is 'Aidan' and my last name is Irish and starts with 'Mc'. Im pretty early in transition but I'd like a more feminine name. I know 'Aidan' is kinda neutral but I'd like an obviously female name to avoid being misgendered. Thanks!!!

Hello !
If you want to keep an irish theme, here’s what i can suggest.
Clara, Sharon, Claudia, Aileen, Darcy, Deidre, Radha, Shauna and Teagan. If you want more names don’t hesitate to shoot us another ask !

-Aya

Seeing as today is Saint Patrick’s Day, I thought it were only appropriate to do an Irish-themed post. So today I will be looking at the Ballynoe Stone Circle in Ballynoe, County Down, Northern Ireland.

Thought to date to the Neolithic or early Bronze Age, this complex monument is over 33m in diameter, and some of the stones used are over 2m high. 

Although this monument was excavated in the late 1930s, the understanding and interpretation of it has remained difficult. It appears to have been built and used over a considerable amount of time, but we are not sure which parts were built first, and which were later additions. The excavation work done on the site focused on the mound inside the circle, which had been built over an earlier stone cairn.

At the eastern end of the cairn the burnt bones of an adult male were found. At the opposite end, a much more complex stone feature was discovered, and was divided into three compartments. This section contained the burnt remains of two, possible female, adults.

Pottery fragments from this site suggests that at least some of this monument dates to the Neolithic period. The presence of stone cists and cremation burials show that at some point this site was used for burial, likely in the early Bronze Age.

Photo taken by Philip Hay. Information from the sign next to site provided by the Northern Ireland Environmental Agency was of use when writing up this post.