#celtic thunder

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Sharing a gif my mom requested here too, because I feel like it might have some mileage. Where are my fellow Celtic Thunder fans at?

[kent-farm]

There’s something in your eyes, Makes me wanna lose myself, Makes me wanna lose myself, In your arms. There’s something in your voice, Makes my heart beat fast, Hope this feeling lasts, For the rest of my life. If you knew how lonely my life has been, And how low I’ve felt for so long. If you knew I’ve wanted someone to come along, And change my life the way you’ve done.

—Damian McGinty, Celtic Thunder, covers “Feels Like Home” (written by Randy Newman)

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 9: Wake Up

Fandom: Celtic Thunder

Pairing: Keith and Damian (platonic)

Summary: Damian hates mornings.

(Celtic Thunder is a music group I grew up listening to ❤️ :) They are the all male equivalent to Celtic Women created by Shannon Brown and David Munro ❤️ :) They do a mix of traditonal celtic songs, famous songs through the decades, and even some contemporary songs ❤️ :) Their music can be found on YouTube, Spotify, and other streaming platforms if interested ❤️ :))

Keith pulled back the curtain. "Rise and shine."

Damian groaned and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Come on." Keith shook the teen's leg. "Time to get up.

"Too early."

The older blond took a swig of his coffee. "That's your own fault for staying up until two in the morning."

"I had to finish a paper for school."

"Now we have to roll out by 8 am to make it to our next stop."

Damian groaned again.

To ensure he hadn't fallen back asleep, Keith gave the blanket a yank. "Come on. Up and at 'em."

The teen made no response, but he still held the blanket over his head.

In response, Keith lifted up one of his legs high up before letting it drop onto the bed. "Damian."

Damian still didn't respond.

So Keith repeated the leg drop once more. "Boyo."

Still nothing.

"If ya make me set down my coffee, you're going to be in big trouble."

Damian still wouldn't respond.

Keith set his coffee down on the TV stand behind him. The second tactic he tried to get the teen was kneeling on the edge of the bed near his feet and bouncing up and down to shake the bed. "Wake up laddie."

Damian still wouldn't come out from under the blanket, but the older blond could clearly see it shaking.

"Are you laughing at me?"

The blanket fell still.

"Are you laughing at me?" Keith started tickling him through the blanket. "Are you laughing at me?"

Damian tried to keep the blanket over his head while curling into a ball, but it was getting extremely difficult when he was laughing.

"Get out of there!" Keith tugged on to the blanket again.

"No!" Damian kept the blanket firmly over his head.

The older blonde dug into the blanket where his stomach was.

"Ah! Noho!"

"Either get up or I'm going for your feet next."

The teen squealed but still made no move to get out from under the blanket.

"Alright." Keith then lifted himself up and scooted down to the edge of the bed.

"Wait! Noho!"

When the older blonde tried to pull back the blanket, Damian responded by trying to keep it down with his feet. After that didn't work, he tried pulling his feet further up under the blanket.

However, the fight didn't last long before Keith finally yanked his feet back out from under the blanket. The older blonde quickly pinned his ankles with one arm while he brought over his other hand to scribble along Damian's feet.

The teen's laughter spiked in volume as he tugged on his trapped ankles. "Keith! Keheheith!"

In response, the older blonde scribbled up to the teen's toes.

Damian let out a squeal and threw the cover off of his head. "Keith!"

Keith playfully pushed the blanket back down over the teen's head before going back down.

"No!" Damian managed to get one foot back under the blanket before Keith was able to get it.

However, he wasn't quick enough to save both of his feet.

Immediately, Keith latched on to the one free foot and dug back in.

Damian broke back out into loud laughter. He used his one foot to kick at the older blonde's back.

When the blanket started coming back off of the teen's head a second time, Keith playfully shoved it back over.

"Keheith! Stop ihit!"

The older blonde went right back to tickling Damian's trapped foot. "Are ya going to get up?"

"Ah! Yehes!"

"Then get uhup."

The teen kicked his back once again with his free foot. "Get ohoff myhy foot fihirst!"

As the blanket moved off Damian's head once more, Keith let go of his foot to shove it back over once more.

"Oi!" The teen yanked it off to glare at the older blonde.

"Top of the morning to you lad." Keith patted the teen's leg before getting off of him. "Let's go."

Once the blonde's back was turned, Damian grabbed one of the pillows from his bed and chucked it at Keith.

"Oi!" The older blond whirled around as the pillow bounced off of his back.

The teen recognized that look. He immediately scrambled to his feet, grabbing one of the other pillows in the process.

Both of them then launched into a pillow fight with each other.

[bibiddibobiddi-boo]

Hello!! I have a song fic request to the song Look At Me by Celtic Thunder for Vil and Epel! I honestly think that song would fit the two hilariously well 🤣

Well hello Anon! Thank you for the request, the song is absolutely delightful!

Look at me!

Summary: Epel comes back from Spelldrive practice thinking he could manage the ladies' attention now. Vil brings him back to reality.

Pairing: None

Cw: Just a mother-son argument

for those who want to listen to the song at the same time

Vil sighed as Epel came back from Spelldrive practice. His clothes were dirtier than the garden, his face full of dust, and he seemed to be bleeding from his nose. Must have been another broom crash.

Epel only admired his physique in the mirror and smirked.

"Hell yeah, this will get the ladies!"

Vil raised an eyebrow then cackled at the pretentious affirmation. This was also his cue to a lecture. But Epel wouldn't have it this time.

He turned to Vil and opened his arms.

"Look at me!" He started. "I'm cool and I'm charming!" Turning back to the mirror, he took his goggles off from his head and held it in his hand. "Debonair and disarming. That's me to a T!" He continued as he passed his hand in his hair.

Vil scoffed and his eyes widened. 'Debonair'!? Where had Epel learnt that!? But said boy was back to the mirror.

"Take a look at me!" He groaned upon seeing Vil's face through the glass. "Don't need no fandangos, I got all of the angles." Epel frowned, turning back once more to Vil, "Just look at me!"

Vil shook his head. Pretentious potato. Epel had qualities, certainly, but with that attitude and that physique? He wasn't sure if ladies would really come.

With another sigh, Vil left the common room to go to his bedroom. But of course, Epel wasn't done. And Vil knew it.

"Look at me!" Epel demanded.

"Look at you." Vil opened the door to his room, to which Epel followed.

"I ain't no beginner," The arguments kept coming, "I'm a natural winner, that's me to a T!"

"Take a look at me!"

"Take a look at you."

Vil sat by his dresser and crossed his arms as Epel kept talking.

"I can sing acapella, I'm a hell of a fella!" Came with a smirk followed by an annoyed frown. "Just look at me!"

Vil laughed and stood up then leaned down, easily towering his freshman.

"You know nothin' at all about ladies," The dormleader stated, "Let me give you a piece of advice. You're headin' for nothin' but trouble, you'll be paying a hell of a price."

The fairest queen pulled his poisoned apple to his mirror. In front of the glass again, Vil placed himself behind Epel and held his chin, moving the younger's head to show him better his sullied face.

" 'Cos you think you're a bit of a killer, that the ladies will fall at your feet?" Vil cackled. "Hah!" Then his face morphed back to a scowl. "They could eat you for supper, and spit you right out on the street!"

"Look at me!"

"Look at you."

Epel shouldered Vil off then opened another victorious smirk.

"Your resistance will crumble, get ready to rumble!" He balled his fist and punched the air. "1, 2, 3!"

Vil caught the third punch and yanked Epel close again.

"Take a look at you!"

"Look at me!"

Epel wasn't done. Oh no, he was far from done.

"I'm as fit as a fiddle, so let's hide it a little. Just you and me."

But Vil wasn't done too.

"It's a very bad time to be cocky, when you're out there on the pull." He waved his hand to the window then pointed a finger to Epel. "Hold your horse like a jockey. And don't rush in like a bull."

The poisoned apple crossed his arms and almost sat on the bed. Vil let out a scream before Epel could even attempt putting his butt down on the pristine bed.

"You have to be patient with ladies, and tell them what they want to hear." Vil listed as he raised his fingers. Yes, maybe Epel could reeeally use some advice. "Keep a steady aim on your target. Don't shoot like a young pistoleer!" Followed by a sigh, Vil sat Epel on his chair by the dresser and started brushing his hair.

“Take a good look at yourself, for goodness’ sake! All the ladies are laughin'! Ask yourself why.” He chastised and kept the steady brushing. “Take a good look at yourself, and you will see-” The fairest queen paused to find his words. “-a natural loser, take it from me.” He nodded as Epel gasped and fully turned his head to face Vil, but the queen only made him turn his head back to face the mirror.

“Look at me! I ain't no beginner, a natural winner! That's me to a T!” Epel was back on his first arguments. “Take a look at me! I can sing acappella, I'm a hell of a fella! Just look at me!”

Well, Vil could repeat himself to this potato.

“Take a good look at yourself, for goodness’ sake! All the ladies are laughin'! Ask yourself why.”

“Look at me! I ain't no beginner, a natural winner! That's me to a T!”

“Take a good look at yourself, and you will see! A natural loser, take it from me.”

“Take a look at me! I can sing acappella, I'm a hell of a fella! Just look at me!”

Epel glared at Vil through the glass. Vil would have to repeat himself. Again.

“You’re a natural loser-“

“I’m a natural winner-“

……..

“Take it from me!” Vil finished with one last brush in Epel’s hair.

“Look at me!” Epel banged his hand on the dresser and yelped at the pull he felt in his hair.

“Shower now potato, no ifs, buts or ands.” Vil said with this motherly vibe he transmitted. There was no way to refuse him this time.

Here you go, dear anon. Hope you like it~

[iknowplaces99]

Hi peeps. Are the celtic thunder fans still alive over here?? I need friends😭and also to stop obsessing over things that happend 15 years ago. Thank youuu

[mandyethmaximus]

Celtic Thunder mythology was the best Celtic Thunder era no I'm not taking any questions

[tvshowspoilers]

So I’m at a concert for Celtic Thunder and they played Sailing by Rod Stewart and dude, it’s so Stede and Ed.

“I am sailing, I am sailing

Home again, 'cross the sea

I am sailing stormy waters

To be near you, to be free”

Tell me those lyrics are not Stede, lol

Also I thought the brain rot for the gay pirates had lessened…apparently I was very wrong

[girl-of-ink]

actually while i'm on the topic of damian mcginty on glee, i wonder if I'm the only person in the whole world who remembers the brief period in like 2012-2013 where a very small handful of thunderheads were posting celtic thunder fanfiction in the glee tag on ff.net. bc ff had a "no rpf" rule. truly unhinged times