The House Brady

Indie OC RP blog for accountant Neil Brady, his wife Deirdre, and their two sons Torin and Finley. subblog to the-self-proclaimed-prince

[thehousebrady]

// the Bradys have been consolidated onto my multi-muse @thexunextraordinary

Just a PSA for those who follow this hella low activity blog. Like... all 5 of you XD 

[thehousebrady]

heres a joke: my father

[chillin-likeavillainnn]

[kcrstaeyuio-o]

[httpsraniasvibess-blog]

your heart is made of bruises and dripping blue ink

a poet; (via httpsraniasvibess)

[fadiabh23]

[juansendizon]

I felt myself evaporating into the sky like the nihilistic person I thought I’d never become.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[thehousebrady]

amongstmortals:

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“…That’s fair.” She nodded, eyes narrowing as she studied the boy who had surprised her. It didn’t appear as though he was snooping, but Ara couldn’t quite place why he was in the building as well. Perhaps he was running away? He seemed young; certainly not old enough to be living on his own just yet. No doubt he had a story to share. 

“So as long as you tell me why you’re here.” 

The girl didn’t appear to be angry,  and she agreed not to call the police which was a small comfort. She asked what he was doing there, and Finley just gave a shrug, his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

He looked around their dismal surroundings. " ‘S quiet.” Late afternoon light caught the dusty in air in shafts that slipped through the boarded-up windows. The floor boards creaked at every movement; part of the flooring wasn’t even finished - a project abandoned when the property changed hands no doubt. It had been a shop once by the looks of it, run out of money and out of luck. One of the interior walls was demolished as if someone began a remodel, but never got past tearing down the old. 

Something scurried out from a broken floorboard and into the shadows.

“Minus the rats ‘n traffic,” he added. There was a touch of humor to his voice, nervous as it was. A laugh that didn’t quite leave his throat.  

[amongstmortals-a]

“Look—” There was a reasonable explanation as to why she was breaking into an abandoned building, but Ara doubted that searching for memories was hardly a response that would keep the other from seeking out the authorities. It may have been slightly unethical, but missing person cases never failed to lead to an inordinate amount of trouble. Namely, trespassing into places that would rather keep her out. “You can’t really call the cops on someone this cute, can you?”

[thehousebrady]

Finley jumped when he heard the voice behind him, spinning around all wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. It was a girl, close to his age by the looks of it - maybe closer to his brother’s. “I won’t call them if you don’t,” was his panicked response. The building was boarded up and scheduled for demolition in two weeks. Then again, he was here. It would be a bite prideful to think he was only one to consider it as a good hiding place. 

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[jamexmcavoy-deactivated20150919]

[bosssver]

Marion Cotillard in Cannes photographed by Michael Buckner

[thehousebrady]

the-lady-oneill:

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It came as a disruption to her usual routine - but then everything was a disruption, now. She would not be in her bedroom, having her breakfast at ten. Her bedroom was halfway across Wetan and Abigail wouldn’t bring it up to her.

A little breath and a nod. “Yes.”

She seemed hesitant, but she had agreed, so Bree went on as if Mairead had done nothing out of the ordinary and had given her a confident answer, keeping a gentle and kind tone to her voice.

“Now tell me, what is your favorite breakfast?”

“There are no wrong answers,” she assured her.

[maisiewnews-blog]

#Tracks4Change video shoot. (x)

[thehousebrady]

the-lady-oneill:

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Mairead smiled and nodded. She was an Eldina of House O’Neill, and she  had to remember that. She couldn’t be so shy as she was prone. Both her parents, and both her grandparents, and all of her siblings and numerous aunts and uncles had told her in the months leading up to her wedding: no matter what happens, you are an Eldina of House O’Neill. You’re better than them. You always have a home here. Never forget that. 

“I’m glad I’m married to Eldarin Finley,” she said at last, “So I can have you for a sister-in-law.”

“As am I,” Bree agreed, pleased that Mairead thought well of her. 

“Might you join me for breakfast tomorrow? If Eldarin Finley hasn’t already requested your presence, that is, naturally.”

[thehousebrady]

the-lady-oneill:

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Mairead listened carefully and tucked Bree’s words away. She parroted them back softly to herself, as she always did when she needed to remember something. When she was small, she had such intense echolalia that the  doctors were afraid she’d never learn any words on her own. But she had been learning, in her own way. 

“She’s like my grandmother,” Mairead said, drawing that connection. Eldina  Deidre didn’t seem half as grand as Eldina Maeven, but she did seem just as scary. 

It was a connection Bree would not have drawn. Eldina Maeven O’Neill was a woman of honor, stature, and power, ever aware of her public image, ever conscious of how her actions affected the future of her house and Thol. She was an O’Neill, adherent to tradition. Proud. Strong. 

Eldina Deirdre was none of those things. She only cared only for herself, before all else, and brought shame upon their house with her reckless actions and  ill-mannered behavior. 

Still, if she meant they were both women to be mistrusted, Bree could agree.

“Such women are not to be trusted,” she said. Then, finally, she knelt down to join Mairead and Keshet on the ground, low enough she could look up at the other eldina, her skirts falling gracefully around her in a pool of silk. 

“But we have each other. And may the gods deal justly with her if she dare put  a Grace and O’Neill to shame.”