well this is irish

ALRIGHT SO I WAS WATCHING THE FIRST AVENGER RECENTLY WITH MY BOYFRIEND SO OF COURSE I JUST TALKED THE WHOLE TIME ABOUT LITERALLY EVERY LITTLE DETAIL AND FACT KNOWN TO MAN ABOUT MY PAL STEVE ROGERS AND I MENTIONED HOW SAD IT IS THAT STEVE KEEPS EVERYTHING BOTTLED UP FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS AND NEVER LIKE TAKES TIME FOR HIMSELF AND TAKES CARE OF HIMSELF AND THAT LITERALLY HE JUST LETS HIS EMOTIONS STAY HOLED UP AND NEVER LETS THEM COME OUT AND THEN I REMEMBERED THIS FUCKING JOHN MULANEY THING AND STARTED LAUGHING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SUPER SERIOUS RANT ON STEVE’S CHARACTER AND I JUST… AGH THIS IS LITERALLY STEVE FUCKING ROGERS. LIKE C’MON HE’S IRISH. IT FITS TOO WELL DAMMIT

prcivalgraves  asked:

I need a fic where Percival groans when he meets Newt because Theseus told him all about his lil bro and what Percy remembered is TROUBLE AHEAD.

Okay I’ve let this sit in my aksbox WAY too long but I had like two different ideas about how this adorable thing could go and so here we go:

This is from Newt’s point of view. Newt, the little brother, who took his last train from Hogwarts way too early and in the shameful silence of early morning and was thrown in the war - who has known what he was born to be since he was eight and sitting in the marsh in his Sunday trousers to observe toads, and yet is treated by everyone like he’s an awkwardly overgrown toddler. Well, not everyone. His Niffler, whom he has saved a couple of months ago from a band of ruthless thieves -the second-degree burns he got in the following duel are almost gone now- happens to like him quite a deal. And he’s fairly sure to have the respect of the park pigeons too, if he’s interpreting correcly their flying patterns. And oh, of course, of course there’s Theseus. The world would be a positively gloomier place without Theseus. The world would be an even more unfriendly habitat for the Newt-like creature like him, without Theseus. 

So when Newt - huddled on the crumbling, lizards-ridden patio on the back of the Manor with his notebooks - hears his big brother’s unmistakable laugh, he shoots on his feet, lets out a good rendition of a hippogriff victory cry, and runs all the way to the front driveway to greet him.

He doesn’t realize Theseus is not alone until he nearly run the guest over. Eliciting a fit of roaring laughter from his brother and a mournful cry from his mother.

And this, Percy, is my little brother - the wild, untamed, barely-seen-by-mortal-eye Newtsaurus.

I see.

*

Theseus’ friend is a lean, dark-haired gentleman, with piercing brown eyes and a pair of scorpion-shaped pins on his collar. And from the look of it, he’s about one step from making his parents adopt him as their heir.

Newt is not overly embarassed after his exploit. In his twenty-five years of life he’s actually introduced himself in way more disastrous ways, believe it or not. Moreover, Newton is not one to get so easily flustered - it’s usually the others getting flustered on his behalf.

So he feels more or less at ease staring at the stranger for the whole time of the dinner, leaving to Thes and his friend the pleasure to charm and woo their parents.

Theseus’ friend - Percival Graves, a name Newt has read in his brother’s letters through the whole war, scribbled along with half-descriptions and doodles of a thin-faced smiling man - looks interesting. He moves smoothly, all fluid lines and effortless grace, but with a sort of tightly-coiled energy underneath. Even as he sits on his stuffed chair, litting his cigarette up in one easy motion of the white-gloved hand, to Newt he looks ready to jump to fight. To chase. To smell a prey and hunt and hunt, hunt it through the moonlit woods around the Manor and all the way across the Ocean, those piercing eyes searching restlessly in the dark. He’s a cat, then, Newt considers wisely, a big wild cat. But which one? Lion, leopard, puma? He takes a sip of his mead, thinking hard. As every decently reasonable person knows, Newt is sure there’s a perfect animal equivalent to everyone. Mum and Father are a couple of owls, in love, proud and not very easy to touch. He himself has always feel close to bowtruckles, all pointy angles and easily forgotten in favor of more exciting things. Theseus a griffin, of course - auburn fur and fiery strenght and a penchant for dramatics. But Graves, Graves requires further studies. Predator, Newt lists in his mind, loner but able to collaborate. Intelligent. Elegantly-patterned fur but not easily concealed

He watches Theseus whisper some joke in his friend’s ear, squeezing his free wrist for the briefest moment, and watches Percival flash Thes a fond smile. Loyal, Newt adds to the list.

“i thought you were exaggerating Scamander, as always,” Percival is meanwhile hissing through teeth, “but it seems your brother is indeed a tight ball of trouble.”
“Ball of troub- my brother is not a ball of trouble, you twat! You’re a ball of trouble! And you’re shorter than him too!” Theseus replies, knowing where to hit and hitting with all his might. He gets the hoped sharp intake of breath.

Height is not power, jerk - and since we sat down I’ve felt at least three different sets of paws scramble over my shoes.”

“What then, he likes animals - and is horrendously good at it, I told you. Now stop frowning like that, you’ll like him. You have to like each other, I wouldn’t accept any other outcome.”

Percival sighs. “I never said I don’t like him. You’re always so overdramatic.”

“Said the man with the scorpion-shaped pins-”

A Kilkenny Cat!” Newt suddenly smacks his hand against the tablecloth, hard. His index finger slashes through the air, pointing at Percival’s nose. “Of course - you, you’re a Kilkenny Cat!”

The declaration - or accusation, given the tone - catches the Auror off guard. In his years in the force he’s been called many ways, many names, but this is disturbingly original. A new mournful sound comes from Mrs. Scamander. Percival blinks.

“And what, by grace, is a Kilkenny Cat?” he asks, because if he is indeed such a thing he should at least know what it is.

“Oh, sorry - I meant a Banghaisgidheach,” the Young Scamander says, as if that alone should explain everything, “it’s a magical Irish cat - dwelling mostly in mountains and abandoned castles, dangerous, reclusive but able to lead packs in time of need. Extremely loyal to his kin.” Finally catching on the pregant silence fallen on the room, the boy’s voice gets slowe and slower. “Great fur,” he finishes in a whisper.

Theseus manages to hold in his laughter for approximately zero point five seconds. Then is a thunderstorm of chocking sounds and fists slammed on the table and goofy giggles. Newt is awkwardly scratching his head. mr and Mrs Scamander are frozen in their seats. Percival’s lips curl in a smile.

“Dangerous, and with great fur,” he grins at the Young Scamander, “damn right.”

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'Outlander' Star Caitriona Balfe to Be Honored at Oscar Wilde Awards (Exclusive)
The actress from Dublin is up for a Golden Globe for a second straight year on Sunday.

The actress from Dublin is up for a Golden Globe for a second straight year on Sunday.

Caitriona Balfe, who stars as nurse Claire Randall on the acclaimed hit Starz series Outlander, will be feted at the 12th annual Oscar Wilde Awards next month.

Balfe, a BAFTA Award winner, is up for a Golden Globe on Sunday night; she has been nominated for best performance by an actress in a television series (drama) for a second straight year.

The Oscar Wilde Awards will take place on Feb. 23 at J.J. Abrams’ Bad Robot production company in Santa Monica, and the filmmaker hosts the casual, awards-season event. He directed Balfe in Super 8 in 2011.

Glen Hansard, the Oscar-winning singer-songwriter from Once who also starred and performed in The Commitments, will be honored as well, and the Irish duo Glenn & Ronan will open for him.

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The US-Ireland Alliance created the bash to recognize the contributions of the Irish (and even some who aren’t Irish) in film, television and music.

A Dublin native who also has worked as a model, Balfe has distinguished herself on Ronald D. Moore’s Outlander as the heroine Randall, who is transported from the World War II era to Scotland in 1743.

“It’s been a great year for Irish actresses, and we’re delighted to honor one who is receiving well-deserved recognition for her success in Outlander,” Trina Vargo, founder of the US-Ireland Alliance, said in a statement. “Given Caitriona’s intense schedule of time travel and the cold and rainy Scottish weather, our event should be relaxing for her. The one thing that Outlander and the Oscar Wilde Awards have in common is whiskey.”

Balfe, 37, recently appeared in Jodie Foster’s Money Monster, and she’s been in other films like Escape Plan (2013) and Now You See Me (2013).

Congratulations to Caitriona Balfe!

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Listen here. It’s all well and good, Domhnall Gleeson narrating 3 nature documentaries in all his Irish accented glory. But you know what? People have work to do. I’m busy, dammit!

Caterpillars, sugary sap, sap suckers, weeping liquid, scupper, pumping! How is anything meant to get done with this kind of shit going down? I ask you.

An elderly woman's opinion on Gay Marraige in Ireland

Today I asked my 81 year old Irish granny her opinion on the gay marriage referendum that is coming up this May. This is the jist of what she said,

“I mean, they can’t help it can they. People are born the way they are. I don’t see what people have against the gays- there’s this lovely gay man in my bridge club and the only thing I have against him is that he is marginally better than me”. She went on to tell me how he moved to France with his partner and had a lovely apartment in Paris.

When I reminded her that the church (which plays a huge part of her life) is against gay marriage she said,

“The bible is not a legal document. Gay people pray to the same God as we do. Why should they be oppressed when they are the same as we are. Love thy neighbour”. She also went on to remind me about the whole priest scandal and how maybe the church isn’t always right.

My 81 year old granny who has lived a very catholic life has more sense than the bloody people who run this country

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idk if any of u remember but a while ago there was this show on telly called the fall and it had scully off the x files and a bunch of irish people in it. well i figured there’s not enough important info about the show on the internet so maybe i should be the one to enlighten people with some cold hard tv facts.

I'm positive that when Katie McGrath read the character description for Lena Luthor she read it as "Lena Luthor - CEO of L Word"
  • Writers: For the nth time, Katie, Lena Luthor is not supposed have sexual tension with Kara Danvers.
  • Katie: Okay, I don't get why you keep telling me that. Isn't Lena the CEO of the L Word.
  • Writers: L Wo - what? Katie, Lena is the CEO of L Corp. Corp. Not word.
  • Katie: Oh... well, to-may-to, to-mah-to. You're American. I'm Irish. So...
  • Writers: *rips script into pieces*
  • Katie: :D

Coalition of Minnows It wasn’t unexpected that Zoe would become her feminine role model. And Zoe Kissane was a good role model. She could outlast the men in fitness tests, outwit most of them at dinner-table discussions, and she could often be found studying history books deep into the night.