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iriish asked : What thread types (e.g. angst, fluff) do you think portrays your character at their most genuine? for seán, please!!

Portrayal Meme / @iriish -- always accepting

It kind of varies. I am both comfortable writing Sean & my portrayal of him but then also insecure about it lmao. More-so insecure about my portrayal of him. It also depends on the situation. I think in more action-based ones (stealing things, causing mayhem), I can write him pretty easily. Or when he’s first meeting someone, that charm of his. Also with canon characters, usually can write him pretty well.

But specifically for a thread type, I would say action I guess? Fluff can be a hit and miss, depending on the situation. Angst... oh god no. I write Sean horribly when he’s really emotional.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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You know you're Irish when

One drinking game isn't enough.

We are now combining two and playing them at the same time... Now I've just decided we're combining three.

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my pic...is a celtic goddess...because:

i was walking through the rain downtown with The Corrs blasting in my earphones, (it has been raining a lot lately, hasn't it?) and was absolutely soaking because i intentionally didn't bring my umbrella. what? i like getting wet in the rain..:) it's a childhood habit i haven't quite broken off yet. then i bumped into this guy,as in BUMPED into him and knocked him over. so i kinda landed on top of him, i was busy laughing at myself and my childish craziness so i didn't watch where i was going, or rather i just didn't see. but i like what i landed on, despite the stares of strangers, i did not really care (that's what happens when you live in a city you didn't grow up in, you get complacent because you know no one knows you), and i debated madly with both sides of my consciousness (the bad and good) if i should feign pain and let him help me *wink* or get up and not hurt my pride. as an independent woman, i, of course, chose the latter. i stood quickly and dusted my wet self off, his shirt was wet now... the front of his shirt clung to his body, and i had to mentally tell myself not to look at the abs i fell on. yes, he has abs, nice abs... i fell on him, you know, so i kinda got a feel of his chest...and his abdomen... so, anyway, i put my teenage whims aside and apologized, "i am so sorry," i told him, he was a good 4 inches taller than me, and i'm 5'9"!! so, yeah, he is tall. "no problem." he smiled and looked at his shirt, we were still under the rain, "you wanna go somewhere dry?" he asked me. no my subconscious screamed, thank god i still had sense in me, "sure!" i answered. we ran to the mall, when we reached the entrance, we both looked like we just got out from a jump in a lake. we laughed at each other, my purple top might as well have been blue and his black cargo jeans looked more like skinny jeans. ;p it was hilarious. he ran his hand through his wet hair, he had long dark hair that was short enough to be presentable, "we're soaked," he stated plainly, as if it happened to him everyday, "d'you think we can handle the air conditioning the mall?" he smiled at me, what a charming smile! "i'll live." i told him and laughed at the security guard at the mall's entrance who raised an eyebrow at us. "you're cold?" my mystery guy asked me. "a bit, nothing a hot cup of strong coffee won't cure." i smiled at hiim. "that," he placed a hand around my shoulders and gently guided me to the department store, "and a change of clothes.". i laughed, fine. i was headed here to buy a shirt anyway. "okey." i told him, "meet you at the cashier in 20 minutes?" i asked him. "it takes you that long to chose a shirt?" he smirked at me and i laughed again, the rain always made me giddy, "fine. 20 minutes.". and we headed in different directions. after 20 minutes i was at the cashier dressed in brand new denim pedal pushers and a black 3/4 sleeve shirt. i paid for my new clothes and put my wet ones in the plastic. the sales girl smiled at me and i smiled back, i waited for my mystery guy. if he isn't here in ten minutes, i'm going, i told myself. just then he came along dressed in brand new dark brown cargo shorts and a gray t-shirt that fit his build nicely. he greeted me with a smile as he paid for his clothes, and i saw the sales lady's eyes flutter. i know how she felt.

my mystery guy and i walked in silence as i led him to the mall's Starbuck's branch. i noticed he had hazel eyes, and that now his hair was styled a la Jacob Black (i am a team jacob, so i kinda liked his hair), he had a very very nice nose, and strong cheekbones and jaw. he looked... i don't know, i couldn't place it...yet... he didn't look english, or american.. maybe french? but he spoke with no accent so far... at least no french accent. there was an accent, but i couldn't place that too. we lined up at starbucks, he let me go first. i ordered a cappuccino grande, and he ordered.... i don't know what he ordered, something with Irish cream thingy... that's when it hit me, he's irish!! i smiled inside, i figured it out...we sat at a table and held our cups with two hands for warmth.

"i'm Tiernan Lee." he told me suddenly. "is Lee your family name?" i asked, confused, Lee? Chinese?!. Tiernan laughed, "no, it's my name." he looked at me with his hazel eyes, waiting for me to introduce myself. "i'm Violet," i smiled at him sweetly, "everyone calls me V.". "not your real name?" he asked me, quirking a brow. "no, my real name sucks, big time." i told him, watching the glow in his hazel eyes, there was humor in there. we laughed, then i asked, "so you're celtic?". "he raised his eyebrows at me, "how'd you guess?". "accent, which was kinda hard to place at first," i paused as he nodded in acknowledgement, "then there was your looks." he raised his eyebrow inquiringly at that, "you know, the prominent cheek bones and the jaw..." i told him, "then you ordered irish cream... and all pieces fit." i smiled and leaned back to sip my coffee.

"usually," he drawled out in his irish accent, sending my hair tingling, "the next question is what my name means...i'll save you the trouble of asking... Tiernan is celtic for regal, and lee is celtic for healer." he winked at me and i laughed. "i wasn't going to ask that." i told him, " i was gonna ask why i hadn't seen you before...".

"that's an easy question, you're in what course? designing, right?" he asked me. "stalker much?!" i laughed when he smiled sheepishly, "yeah, why?". "i've seen you around but you haven't seen me. i'm taking up architecture." he smiled. "so why'd you take it here instead of ireland?" i asked curiously. "mom wanted me to, she's filipina." he shrugged. so that's why he had golden tan skin opposed to the usual fair irish skin.

after the introductions and many many questions, we exchanged numbers and left the mall together. he was headed west, i was headed the other direction... we said goodbye. "i guess i'll be seeing you?" i asked him. "yeah." he replied as he turned to brave the rain again. "Tiernan!" i called as i ran after him, "quick question, why'd you notice me?" i asked him. Tiernan Lee just laughed, "it's hard to miss a pretty face." he winked, "bye beautiful!" he turned and walked away. i stood stunned...me? pretty? did a hot celtic god just tell me i was pretty? did that hot celtic god call me beautiful? heehee..what a pick me up!

-----i s000o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 lo0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0ve the rain!!!