#Carlos O’Connell

[aeolianblues]

Literally most iconic person in rock music right now

[donnabisestile]

FDC NATION WHY TOMORROW CAN’T BE AUGUST 23RD ALREADY

[no-distance-left-to-run]

it arrived! 🥰

[mazzy-rockstar]

YAR NOT ALOIVE OONTIL YUH START KICKIN

[thevellaunderground]

Fontaines DC: Bridging Music and Compassion

Origins and Sonic Landscape Formed in Dublin in 2014, Fontaines DC comprises five talented members: Grian Chatten (vocals), Carlos O’Connell (guitar), Conor Curley (guitar), Conor Deegan III (bass), and Tom Coll (drums). Their musical roots intertwine with their shared love for poetry, which adds depth to their lyrical storytelling . Their debut album, “Dogrel,” catapulted them into the…

[donnabisestile]

“This video is a reminiscing of the past; of each other’s childhoods we didn’t know. To see people we know on an intimate level as adults in the tender ages of childhood, we explore where we came from, and who on some level, still are. I see a lot of familiar faces being pulled, and the antics these lads are undertaking in their videos are so disarming and vulnerable to see. I am at times reminded of boyish mannerisms that they’ve grown out of in the time I’ve known them - and some that they haven’t. I feel their souls there.

I would like this video to serve as a way of honouring our friendships, and moving from that, the relationships we hold dear. Our mothers, fathers, siblings, aunties and uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers. Those who we still have, and those we have sadly lost.

We haven’t lost that connection to each other, and are not afraid to come of age again, holding on to romance in a sometimes trying world.”

Conor Deegan

🩷💚

Track of the day // Fontaines D.C. - Favourite

From the album Romance, out August 23rd on XL Recordings.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Sunday, everyone! With the Time Loop AU finally finishing, it seems most fitting to share one more little snippet, though this feels more like a tease, before the first chapter is goes up this week! Let me know if you want to be tagged when it does :)

After checking around him for a second time, he goes to Google and types in: I think I’m in a time loop.

“I’ve got to be losing my mind.” He mutters to himself as he scrolls through the results. Carlos knows he’s a level headed guy but he’s also someone who’s based in truth; and the truth is, he can’t think of any other explanation for why today has gone the way it has.

He spends about thirty minutes combing through articles, forum posts, basically anything he can get his hands on. He finds a couple that he plans to revisit a little later in the day, but for the most part, he’s not getting any answers.

Everything he’s read about has to do with people feeling like they’re stuck in life; like they’re so stuck in a mundane circle of time that everything has started to feel too familiar.

Carlos can empathize with that, of course he can. That thought process was the only thing traveling through his mind this morning, but with the way the rest of the day has gone, it can’t be that.

Remembering Beau’s face, his canine tooth, his Appalachian drawl, that wasn’t born out of the mundane, it couldn’t have been. Causing mayhem to O’Connell’s lunch plans because he already knew the answer to a question he never asked, that couldn’t have been an accident.

This isn’t monotony, this is a replica.  

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@mikibwrites, @goldenskykaysani, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and here's an open tag :)

[dreamings-free]

The Camden Electric Ballroom gig celebrating the release of the band's fourth album saw the likes of Harry Styles, Cillian Murphy and Florence Welch in attendance.

by Anagricel Duran | 23rd August 2024

Fontaines D.C. played an intimate surprise gig in London last night (August 22) to launch their new album ‘Romance‘ – check out footage, the setlist and more below.

The Dublin band – comprised of Grian Chatten, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III and Carlos O’Connell – took over London’s iconic Electric Ballroom for a last minute show in celebration of the release of their fourth album.

They played to a sold-out crowd of 1500 at the Camden venue which saw the likes of Harry Styles, Cillian Murphy, Florence Welch and more in attendance.

-> full article here at nme.com

[theanomaly-jae]

TW FOR BLOOD.

If This Is How I Die, Lord.

This is a little project I did for a RTC Interns au.

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb: Jae

Ricky/Richard Potts: Jason

Constance Blackwood: Carlos

Mischa Bachinski: Sharky

Noel Gruber: (Undecided)

Ocean O’Connell RosenBerg: Gec

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

AGENT REYES IS BACK BABY - here with a real, freshly written snippet for you beautiful people.

thank you to @welcometololaland (the soulmates are drowing in tension, that's for fucking sure), @inflarescent, @rmd-writes, @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, and @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3

Judd drags a chair over and collapses in between them, “We have intel that the O’Connell family is planning on hitting us when we leave the gala. According to Billy, the O’Connell family and the Cunningham family had been fighting over this particular diamond set before it was seized in the raid, and they caught wind of Cunningham’s plan. It’s not lookin’ too hot for us.”

Carlos moves the bag of peas to the center of the swelling, continuing the conversation. “I can get a file pulled on the O’Connells, maybe have a team move in on them before they can get to us to the sarcophagus.”

Judd is shaking his head before Carlos even finishes speaking, “No, no, no one can know that we’re working with the CIA, or that we’re getting ready to pull out of the game all together. It’s vital that we stay under the radar while pulling out of the game, or else Billy’s gonna take us out, no hesitation. We just get ready for the ambush, make sure we’re properly prepared for the attack.”

“Do we have an actual plan for the set, or are we literally just stealing it and hoping for the best?” Carlos knows he sounds cynical, and maybe even a little whiny, but he’s working with the Phoenix – art heist extraordinaire – he’s allowed to want to see him in action. 

“Marjan pulled the blueprints and security system plans last night, and booked flight tickets for us at 0200, and it’s currently,” TK glances at the phone on the dining table, “10am. We have eighteen hours to figure out how we’re going to pull this off while also fighting off the Cunninghams’ biggest and most powerful rivals – and not die in the process. Cunningham was kind enough,” TK says, the words dripping with disdain and sarcasm, “to get us on the guest list for the gala happening at the archives tomorrow night.”

“Carlos and I will find our way onto the list, it honestly shouldn’t be that complicated – I’ll make a few calls right now,” Paul says, exiting the room. 

Judd silently exits as well, murmuring something under his breath about how he and Grace will work on the escape plans, leaving just TK and Carlos at the dining room table, staring at each other in silence, the tension in the air so thick Carlos thinks he’s choking on it. 

i'm tagging @detective-giggles, @decafdino, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, and @chaotictarlos (bestie i dropped new agent reyes content xx)

[aeolianblues]

How did he literally become the most stylish person in music

[donnabisestile]

FDC NATION I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE AT THIS POINT

[madlyn5ever]

Part 2 of my east high casting opinions for various musicals!

Today’s musical is Ride The Cyclone:

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Ashlyn Moon Caswell

(she would play Ocean so hard she would thrive in this role and Miss Jenn took one look at her in her audition and went, yep, that’s our Ocean. What The World Needs is her Belle Reprise.)

Mischa Bachinski: EJ (tell me he wouldn’t play the guy who loves and misses his girlfriend like hell but also sounds like he hates women.)

Jane Doe: Maddox

(listen. She’s made it clear she can’t act, but I think she would play a character who is unknown even to herself well. She’d be so good as someone who is unfamiliar because she is so unfamiliar to the stage in an acting sense.)

Noel Gruber: Carlos would want Noel and be the best candidate, but it would go to Ricky because Miss Jenn wants to make the play interesting and having Ricky be Noel makes it interesting.

Karnak: Carlos. If anyone is getting an inanimate/ animate-inanimate object it’s him. He is Lumiér. He is Olaf. He is Karnak.

Ricky Potts: Jet (he just fits a nice sensible role well. I don’t know what else to say he fits nicely here.)

Constance: Kourtney (I was gonna go with Gina but I have a much better idea for her. Plus Kourtney playing Ashlyn’s best friend -even in a scenario where Ashlyn’s role in the play is a girl who is a bad friend- is everything to me.)

Talia: Gina. She would live for playing a character where she gets to film a sequence of herself frolicking. Plus the added bonus of it not taking up all of her time for filming a movie? It’s perfect for her.)

[turquoiselover-99]

Flufftober Day 8

I'm a couple days behind, but no biggie. I can catch up... i hope.

Rain came down in sheets outside the window, droplets sliding down the balcony doors and pooling on the concrete outside, turning it dark and slick.

Inside the O’Connell residence, though, it was warm and dry, the occupants content to ignore the storm outside in favor of being in each other’s presence—and to have some fun of their own.

“You’re not winning again.”

“You sure about that, babe?”

“It’s statistically impossible! No one can be this good at a card game!”

“I was in Vegas for a few years, and I am banned from five different casinos for my skills.” Joshua glanced at his cards, then smirked at his partner and laid them down, “Read ‘em and weep.”

Carlos stared at the full flush, and groaned, throwing his two pairs down, “That’s it, I give up. No more.”

To the side, Allie giggled, and reached for the cards to shuffle them, while Joshua reached for the pot and started munching on a pretzel.

“You up for a game of pool, Uncle Carlos?” Allie asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Madre di Dios—hell no. That’s worse! How do you two do it?!”

“Practice.”

“Luck.”

Joshua and Allie looked at each other and shared a grin.

“I’m getting another drink,” Carlos grumped, uncurling his legs and climbing to his feet. He grabbed his mug of coffee, “Why did I decide to play games with you two?”

“Because you love us and there was no way you were going outside in this,” Joshua pointed towards the balcony doors. On cue, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky; there were a few beats of silence, before the crash of thunder followed, sending vibrations through the floor.

Carlos grimaced, “Yeah, no kidding.” Then, he left the duo to get himself a refill.

Joshua followed just a few seconds later with his own mug, and a sheepish look.

“We can find something else to do, if you want,” the writer offered, “Maybe a movie?”

“No, querido, I’m fine,” Carlos assured, “I’m just at a loss on how you keep winning.”

“Again, Vegas.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, pausing with his mug halfway to his lips as thunder boomed again. He winced.

“Not a fan of storms?”

“Nope.”

Joshua hummed and sipped his refill. After a moment, he looked at Carlos.

“You know what storms remind me of?”

He had Carlos’s attention, the brunet cocking a curious eyebrow.

“When we stopped dancing around each other and got our shit together,” Joshua admitted; Carlos blinked, realizing that Joshua was right—things had come to a head between them during a storm, not unlike this one.

“Huh,” Carlos mused. “How long has that been, now?”

“Three years.”

“… that’s it?”

“… don’t you dare tell me it feels longer.”

“Shorter, actually.”

“Huh,” Joshua blinked, surprised, then smiled fondly at the agent. “Feels just right, to me.”

Carlos chuckled and leaned over to catch Joshua’s mouth in a chaste kiss. Distantly, the rain continued to pound against the windows, faint rumbles of thunder vibrating the floor. Carlos pulled back to press his and Joshua’s foreheads together.

“You know what, querido? I think you’re right.”

[adamwatchesmovies]

Tomcats (2001)

Tomcats is a sex comedy so aggressively misogynist, so unfunny, and so inept it will make you want to chemically castrate yourself with molten lava. It’s an extreme statement but your hatred towards this film will be extreme. Anything you can do to dissociate yourself from this wretched excuse for entertainment isn’t enough.

As another member of the gang gets married, the remaining bachelors make a pact to stay single forever. To make their pledge more interesting, everyone in attendance agrees to throw money in a fund every year, with the last “tomcat” taking the whole thing. Years later, when Michael (Jerry O’Connell) becomes indepted to pit boss Carlos (Bill Maher, who adds another reason to hate him by appearing in this film), he desperately needs cash. He makes it his mission to get Kyle (Jake Busey) to fall in love with the one woman he came closest to caring for, Natalie (Shannon Elizabeth).

At least writer/director Gregory Poirier lays his cards on the table right away. This is American Pie if ALL of the characters were Stiffler after spending a decade inside the world of Porky’s and then 10 times less funny. To the men in this film, women are not potential partners or lovers and friendship is out of the question. If you have a pair of breasts and you’re attractive, you’re another target. If you’re old or overweight, you’re garbage. Nothing could be worse than telling a woman “I love you” or spending the rest of your life in a monogamous relationship.

Assuming you can get past the rampant hatred for women that stinks up the entire running time, you’re in for a ridiculous and convoluted premise. In a bid to impress a woman who “only pays attention to high rollers”, Michael blows over $50,000 dollars on the casino floor in one night. I say if he’s that stupid, let him get dumped in the ocean with cement shoes. He’s too dumb to live. Instead, he’s given one chance to save his life by setting up his “friend” in a fake marriage to a woman who hates him. Granted, said friend took Natalie's virginity and threw her away like a proposition to allow women the right to vote, so you don't feel bad for him. Turns out Natalie is a vengeful undercover police officer and she’s more than willing to use the precinct’s ressources to spy on a civilian. Plus, she'll get paid, so that's great but uh oh! The more time she and Michael spend together, the more they realize they have things in common… What could happen next?

The plot is as predictable as it gets and since there is no character development or relationships to be fleshed out, the running time is padded with gags so lame they’ll make you beg for death. When Natalie hints to Michael that she may be falling for Kyle, he becomes furious. In retaliation, he decides he’ll sleep with the next woman he sees (it’s that easy, don’t you know?). First one’s a fatty so he meant the first HOT woman he sees. It’s a demure librarian. I’ll give you three guesses what happens when she brings him home. It’s awful, but not as awful as the gag in which Michael has to chase down a runaway testicle in the hospital (really) or the running joke in which Michael and Kyle’s mutual friend, Steve (Horatio Sanz) thinks his beautiful wife, Tricia (Jaime Pressly) is cheating on him with another woman. She is and he would be mad about it but when he gets invited to join the in the bedroom, all of his anger and anxieties go away.

The performances from the leads aren’t the worst you’ve seen. Or maybe they just seem decent compared to Jaime Pressly, who is so awful you swear they sculpted her out of pine and dragged her on set. Your jaw drops but you pick it up quickly out of fear that some bodily fluid will fly out of the screen and into your mouth. This is the one area where the film kind of shows restraint. Aside from a fake-look lactating breast shown during a horrifying fantasy sequence, there isn’t any nudity in this movie… until the end credits when we see a bunch of outtakes, none of which are any funnier than the actual movie.

If all of these flaws weren’t enough, the direction is aw-ful. Gregory Poirier transitions from scene to scene like an amateur. You know those transitions you find in Microsoft Powerpoint? The one where the screen spins on itself, the checkerboard cross, the zig-zag cross, and the circle wipe? all are used without a dash of irony. The budding “romance” between Natalie and Michael isn’t the least bit convincing because a) the actors have no chemistry whatsoever and b) their dialogue is never romantic or realistic. Constantly, your eyes will dart towards the clock on your player. Has it really only been an hour? We’ve got how many more minutes to go?

I haven’t hated a movie as much as I hated Tomcats in a while. It’s hard to imagine ANYONE watching the film and having a good time unless they were one of those “bros before hoes” idiots… and even then, they wouldn’t be able to relate to this film’s ending so that’s a no-go for those chowderheads either. I can’t wait to forget I ever saw this abomination. (On VHS, May 9, 2021)

[shit-talk-turner]

Joséphine de la Baume and Carlos O’Connell are at Al bday ! //

You're bored! Either tell us where you saw them or walk away

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