Till the stars had run away

“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.” ― Daniel Patrick Moynihan ─○─ Rian Ailill O'Sullivan. Personification of the Republic of Ireland ─○─ Please read about and rules before interaction.

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[eyesofanirishman]

tiarnafrancach:

“Oh.” Convincing evidence? That was so… such a big request! But fuck it, no sense in not trying. Fuck it!

“You ever heard of the cold spot? It’s this place, right? Out in space, this big ol’ cold spot that doesn’t fit in with the rest’a the universe! Some folks are sayin’, oh, right, it just doesn’t exist! This big ol’ 1.8 billion light year spot is just a supervoid! A supervoid? Really? Think about it… it’s a bunch of small voids and small galaxies. In these galaxies, what’ve they got? Alt universes. Boom.”

Rian furrowed his brow but carefully wrote down what the other said. This man was mad. Then, he offered out a hand, “I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Rian O’Sullivan... What’s your name, Mr. Alien Expert?”

[tiocfaidharlulz]

the wind that shakes the barley: mícheál’s deadly protest

[ohmyaranea]

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

a shy kiss. 

a forehead kiss.

a cheek kiss.

a nuzzle kiss.

a neck kiss.

a hand kiss. 

a hug + kiss combo. 

a dying kiss. 

a bleeding / bloody kiss. 

an assertive kiss. 

a nonchalant / uninterested kiss. 

a kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

a blown kiss. 

a sad / crying kiss. 

a quick kiss. 

a happy kiss.

a teasing / sensual kiss. 

a platonic kiss. 

a clumsy kiss

a kiss of your choosing! ( requested by the sender! )

[melamemea]

first date sentences .

between friends .

“ oh my god. i can’t breathe. this is it. i’m dying. ”

“ but, would it be weird if i suddenly got a case of the flu? ”

“ do i look fat in this? of course i do. don’t even answer. “

“ what if he/she/they won’t like me? ”

“ god everything looks weird on me now. ”

“ not sure if i want to throw up, faint or both. ”

“ we’re meeting in an hour and i have no idea what to wear. ”

“ you know them ?! why are telling me just now !? ”

“ okay but legit question ; how do you know that they won’t kidnap you? ”

“ do i kiss them goodbye ? or do i hug them ? what is natural !? ”

“ i can’t do this ! i’m going to fuck up. ”

“ promise me you’ll call me if i ask you to. ”

“ but if they don’t look like their profile picture ? ”

“ if i don’t want to meet them maybe i can pretend to be someone else. ”

“ i know, i know. no sex on the first date. ”

“ NO YOU CAN’T COME WITH. ”

“ rest in fucking pieces. this will be the death of my love life. ”

the first meeting .

“ woah — you look… great! ”

“ so you’re my date for the evening? you look better in real life. ”

“ where do you want to eat? ”

“ do we… shake hands or — hug, or… ? ”

“ i rarely do this, haha! ”

“ i was nervous you wouldn’t make it! ”

“ i just have to say that i’m really nervous, sorry! ”

“ sorry that i’m late ! ”

“ oh… your profile didn’t mention — that. ”

“ let me get your coa— you’re not wearing a coat, haha, oops — ”

“ no, please — allow me! ”

“ i just can’t take my eyes off you, sorry ~ you’re just really stunning. ”

dinner for two .

“ what do you do, and how long have you been doing it? ”

” where are you originally from? ”

“ where did you go to school? ”

” what was your major? ”

“ where exactly do you live in [insert your city or town here]? ”

” so you have any nicknames? ”

“ if you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d buy? ”

” do you have any siblings? ”

“ if you could be any person for a day, who would it be? ”

“ there’s this bar downtown… we could check it out? ”

“ what are we doing after this ? ”

[eyesofanirishman]

Omg happy birthday

thank you!

[eyesofanirishman]

happy birthday to me

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

“You won’t be disappointed?” Francis asked, loosely grasping Rian’s hand in return. The touch was comforting, even if he had no memory of marrying him. He didn’t feel he’d made those promises to Rian, but he also felt like he ought to keep them, if he really wanted to. Though honestly he wasn’t sure he could–he could scarcely have been further from the mood for sex.

“You could never disappoint me,” he responded, placing a gentle kiss against the back of Francis’ hand. “Or at least, it will take more than deciding to take a night off. I need one too. After all, I did doze off before you could even get more than a syllable out.”

Out of instinct, Rian released the other when their meal was delivered. Part of him was still worried something would be said. Mumbling a quiet ‘Merci beaucoup’ and trying to ignore his accent shining through, he began to eat.

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

“To Oscar,” Francis echoed in agreement, tapping his glass against Rian’s before taking a drink. He took another before responding to Rian’s question.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he said with a slight shrug. “Maybe it’s something with the government.” It had actually been fairly stable recently, which was a first for Francis in the last century. “I think I just need a good night’s sleep.” And a nice hookah of opium. Maybe drugs would make this world make more sense.

Giving a laugh, Rian reached across the table and took one of his lover’s hands. “Maybe it is just that... If you would like to hold off on our ‘experimenting,’ we have been pretty busy the past week. Perhaps it would be nice to have a night of just... Lying in each other’s arms? We can do whatever you wanted to do tonight tomorrow.”

The redhead squeezed the Frenchman’s hand gently before taking a swig of his drink with his free hand. “Up to you however because I promise I was still looking forward to it.”

[eyesofanirishman]

Anything you can do i can do better

“I don’t sing with strangers, so take your musical theatre elsewhere.”

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

“Okay.” Francis went up and dawdled around a few minutes trying to figure out a cocktail to pick and then just ordered straight cognac and a bottle of red wine back to the table. He set Rian’s drink down in front of him as he re-joined him at the table.

“To our health, and some sanity in this wild world,” he said, raising his glass, and hoping it had some kind of cathartic effect on whatever in God’s name was happening to him right now.

Rian raised his glass and offered a sympathetic smile before mumbling, “And to Oscar.” Then, without hesitation, he knocked back a couple of gulps before setting it back down. “Are you feeling better? I know earlier you felt a little off, but... I’m a little worried about you. I know you’ve said I’ve done nothing, but something must have happened.”

[eyesofanirishman]

@hxundofstgeorge​ (O)

“No, we don’t use towels in Dublin,” Rian stated dryly, holding a hand up to make the other man wait in the doorway before walking into his apartment. “Did you consider that the driver saw you and decided it could be fun to splash you? After all, you are completely overdressed for just coming to meet me.”

Rian was the opposite wearing only in a ratty sweater and jeans. Nothing to write home about. Walking back to Arthur, he handed off the towel before finally allowing him in. 

[eyesofanirishman]

tiarnafrancach:

“Alternate universes! How the hell wouldn’t ya believe in them? What proof d’you have against them?” This is what you get for being Irish in the man’s vicinity, especially when he’s been without this sense of camaraderie or brotherhood or whatever. Years in the US had softened his accent so, but being around a fellow Irishman brought something out in him. “I mean, c’mon, this’d make a whole fuck of a lot more interesting a story than whatever yours is! ‘Mon’en…”

If only to get the other off his back, Rian slowly flipped to another page in his notebook and began to take notes. In a monotone voice he stated, “Well, go on. If you have convincing evidence then this would be more interested than interviewing the owner of a donut shop over just ‘How she does it.’” The Irishman offered a small smile, catching a hint of the accent from the other, finally realizing why he was stopped. Besides, he didn’t even like donuts. 

[eyesofanirishman]

Fantasy Book Quote Starter List

"Don't be a baby. Just be careful."

"You'll have to model it for me later."

"If you're nice."

"I'm always nice."

"Well, you can't get rid of me."

"Why aren't you looking at me when I'm talking?"

"I was just - looking for a towel."

"Look, if we do things the way you want to do them, you're going to be killed!"

"Well maybe I liked your stupid face!"

"Are you going to creep into his/her/their bed?"

"I'm perfectly good at fun."

"We don't look anything alike."

"Either they're interested in wasting a lot of bullets or those are warning shots."

"This feels very unprofessional."

"Did you run here or crawl through a sewer?"

"Got caught in a storm."

"Good to see you whole."

"Is this the part where I ask you to choose me?"

"I would not want to be imprisoned here."

"You're on a first-name basis with him/her/them?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You were flat on your back."

"I'm sorry I missed that."

"I shall have to memorize this rare and lovely expression in case I never see it again."

"You can no longer refuse wine."

"Put it back. Now."

" Damn it _______. Tell me the truth!"

"One room. Two beds."

"You're not the only one who can improvise."

"You're not going back to the cave until you hit that target."

"A cheesy motivational quote. Kill. Me. Now"

"I care for you, my dear. I plan to cherish you."

"We won't get far if they raise the alarm."

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

“Right.” Fuck. He grabbed a menu and looked it over, grabbing the first thing off it that he recognized, which was pot au feu. “Two of these, please,” he said to the waiter. “Do you want something from the bar, Rian? I’d like a drink myself…” Something strong.

“Surprise me,” he chimed, offering a smile and relaxing in his seat. The Irishman was still distracted by all of the sights and people around him. He sat quietly, trying to catch any conversation he could. Thankfully, he hadn’t noticed that Francis had forgotten the fact he couldn’t read the menu and instead just assumed that Francis forgot he didn’t know what was served within the bar. 

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

Francis kept ahold of Rian’s hand, just because they could, and led him over to a free table. He assumed the privacy of such was preferable to sitting at the bar. A waiter came by with menus and Francis passed one to Rian. He didn’t feel hungry in the slightest himself, only slightly sick to the stomach. Too anxious to eat.

“Pick whatever you like,” he said to Rian, scanning the list of cocktails.

“Am I allowed to ask you to choose?” The redhead asked, blushing lightly. He had a major problem of being unable to read the menu aside from a few words. Unlike the Rian of the 21st century, Rian had yet to learn French past the basics. Or rather, he could speak better than he could read. 

“I’ll just have the same as you, Francis.”

[eyesofanirishman]

thebeautyofliberty:

He found the chance to pause by a newspaper stand and examine the front page. December, 1900. 14 years until the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand. His gut twisted unpleasantly, and he hurried them along, trying to recall, as they walked, where these places were he used to know.

Eventually he found a familiar corner, and led them down the steps to the basement bar. He flirted their way past the bouncer-type, and led Rian into the warmly lit, smoky bar, peopled with couples like them–the sort who wouldn’t–couldn’t–be caught holding hands out on the street above.

“Voila,” Francis murmured in Rian’s ear, still pleased to be able to show this to him, despite the circumstances. “We’ve fallen down the rabbit hole; welcome to Wonderland.”

Rian’s eyes widened as they walked inside. It was perfect. Desperately, he reached back to Francis’ hands, hairs standing on end at the light whisper from Francis. “Thank you... Thank you so much...”

His stomach grumbled, reminding him why they were really there, but he still waited for Francis to lead the way, unsure if it truly was safe within the bar and not wanting to draw attention to himself.