#Donnacha

[bunkernine]

do u read fics? do u have any favorite fics?

Not really. I skim the valgrace tag and really prefer gen that reinvestigates the stories/characters, but I always recommend my friends who are awesome :)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/newrome/bookmarks ← this should be fine, though i cleared some out a while back

my friends, who have written something this year: achillesep (vg/lost trio) , amhras (vg/lost trio), perhapspearl (lost trio various), thejudgingtrash (percabeth)

current wip: all those things (mine)

current fave fic: calypso talks to herself

most recently received gift: alea

most recently gifted: one way or another (mine)

fav written: 448276 (mine)

[lesser-known-composers]

Donnacha Dennehy (b. 1970) - The Last Hotel: How Still the Sea ·

Katherine Manley/Claudia Boyle

Crash Ensemble, Conductor: Alan Pierson

[nonesuchrecords]

"A beautifully crafted portrait of landscape and seasons from Irish composer Donnacha Dennehy, his sound world compellingly caught by modern music specialists Alarm Will Sound." —Gramophone, naming Land of Winter an Editor's Choice

[parcai]

KIT I LOVE U. MAY YOUR LIFE BE LIVED WITH LOVE AND HOPE

and yet no expansion on the mystery woman...

[radiophd]

donnacha costello -- lbp

[crimswords]

✧      ⸻      [    kieron  moore,    cis  male,    he/him]          ;          welcome  back  to  the  rider’s  quadrant,  DONNACHA  BRADLEY,  we’re  so  glad  to  see  you’ve  survived  for  your  THIRD  YEAR  !  you  may  be  TWENTY-FIVE  years  old,  but  it’s  your  signet  of  CRYOKINESIS,  and  your  proclivity  for  being  STEADFAST  and  CUNNING  that  let  you  get  this  far.  i  see  you’re  just  as  INTENSE  and  JUDGEMENTAL  as  you  were  before,  rider.  your  dragon  is  the  female,  ORANGE  SWORDTAIL  dragon  named  EIMEAR,  right  ?  rumor  among  the  riders  is  that  you  remind  them  of  the  first  frost  of  the  winter  stuck  in  your  hair,  the  crackle  of  a  fire,  and  yellowed  vintage  maps,  but  who  takes  stock  in  that  ?  do  try  to  stay  in  line,  won’t  you  ?      ╱

OVERVIEW  ;   full  name:  donnacha  joseph  bradley nickname(s):  don  (  only  those  who  are  close  to  him  )   age:  twenty-five sexuality:  bisexual   family:  tadhg  bradley  (  father  ),  charlotte  bradley  (  mother  ),  sister  (  wanted  connection  )   occupation:  wingleader  for  the  second  wing,  dragon  rider signet:  cryokinesis  (  ability  to  control  and  create  ice/cold  temperatures  )  bonded  dragon:  orange  swordtail  eimear

PHYSICAL  ;   face  claim:  kieron  moore height:  6'1   eye  color:  hazel   hair  color:  brown tattoos:  fine  line,  geometry,  see  pinterest

PERSONALITY  ;   positive  traits:  steadfast,  cunning,  determined negative  traits:  intense,  judgemental,  arrogant character  parallels:  matthias  helvar  (  six  of  crows  ),  alexander  lightwood  (  shadowhunters  ),  damon  salvatore  (  the  vampire  diaries  )  

BRIEF  HISTORY  ;  

born  as  the  first  and  only  son  to  the  bradley  family,  donnacha  has  always  had  high  expectations  placed  upon  him

he  comes  from  a  family  of  dragon  riders,  all  high  in  rank,  did  absurdly  well  in  their  first  years  and  created  a  reputation  for  the  bradley  family

so  when  it  was  his  turn  to  join  the  quadrant,  donnacha  refused  to  disappoint

he  crossed  the  parapet  in  almost  record  time,  succeeded  in  all  challenges  and  classes,  and  managed  to  bond  with  one  of  the  most  finicky  dragons.  

he  also  was  known  to  be  ruthless,  he  never  actually  k  worded  anyone,  but  he  got  very  close  (  instructors  told  them  all  to  tap  out  )

so  going  into  his  second  year,  he  tried  even  harder.  he  was  a  total  teacher's  pet  but  not  in  an  annoying  way.  he  was  for  sure  one  of  the  favorites.  

that  all  led  to  him  being  a  wingleader  in  his  third  year  in  second  wing

as  a  wingleader,  he's  not  super  uptight,  but  when  it's  time  for  formation  he  expects  the  very  best  out  of  his  people.  he  trusts  his  squad  leaders  to  do  what  they  should  be  (  if  don  gets  involved  a  lot  of  the  times  it's  because  someone  fucked  up  somewhere  )  

TLDR  ;  

donnacha  is  a  legacy  dragon  rider  who's  second  wing's  wingleader.  he  can  be  ruthless  in  any  sparring/battlefield  environment.  he's  not  a  very  warm  person  that  has  lots  of  layers  (  shrek  basically  ).  

WANTED  CONNECTIONS  ;  

people  that  he  knows  from  first  year:  i  imagine  this  group  is  very  close  because  they've  all  made  it  this  far.  don  leans  on  them  for  a  lot  of  support  sometimes  !  

people  that  he  may/may  not  have  made  enemies  with:  this  could  be  from  any  year,  but  i  can  see  the  most  being  from  first  year

hookups:  don  doesn't  have  a  lot  of  these,  but  they  may  have  had  a  one  night  stand  in  the  past.  they  can  either  be  chill  or  awkward  !  

second  wing:  these  people  are  HIS  people.  he  would  quite  literally  d*e  for  them

first  years:  maybe  these  people  are  new  and  see  him  and  look  up  to  him ?  he's  gonna  be  a  dick  at  first  sorry

his  sister:  this  is  my  formal  request  for  someone  to  take  up  his  sister  frfr

[unaturalhistory]

[trevlad-sounds]

Sunday 22 October Mixtape 388 “Magical Pocket EXCLUSIVE” Morning Lounge Experimental Electronic Wednesdays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

Oblong-Frost Pocket 00:31

Oscar Rocchi-Medusa 03:34

Donnacha Costello-Mespil At Night 06:12

Oblong-Fast Radio Burst 08:31

Turista Per Sempre-Sweet Going 12:40

Can-All Gates Open 15:40

The Twelve Hour Foundation-Macaroni Cheese 22:54

Cloudface-3 step 26:18

The Ocean Tango-Azimuth 34:28

Lone Bison-Learning Poly 38:36

Bibio-Even More Excuses 40:57

Mark Barrott-Back To The Sea 44:50

Dexter Story-Eastern Prayer ft. Nia Andrews 46:22

Binaural Space-Sand Wedge 49:14

Moan (Shinji Masuko)-Banded Agates 50:04

Lone Bison-Origin Story 1:00:44

David Boulter-Back On The Estate - Instrumental 1:03:39

David Boulter-Back on the estate 1:06:34

The Twelve Hour Foundation-Sumer is Icumen In 1:09:52

Mooryc-Wiped Out 1:12:34

Domenique Dumont-Un Jour Avec Yusef 1:16:11

Bibio-Thatched 1:20:02

Piero Umiliani-Magical Children 1:23:49

Ginger Root-Loneliness 1:26:48

Polypores-Crystal Shop 1:29:46

Listening Center-Unconfident Days 1:33:10

#Piero Umiliani #Schema Records - Rearward #Ginger Root #Polypores #Waxing Crescent Records #Listening Center #morning music #lounge music #experimental music #electronic music

[bunkernine]

shouldve never scrolled thru my friends' blogs. Like ok maybe i do still love tlh. maybe i do have au's and ocs and theories to share. maybe this illness never went away

[lesser-known-composers]

Donnacha Dennehy (b. 1970) - The Weather of It ·

Doric String Quartet

[nonesuchrecords]

Kudos to composer Donnacha Dennehy, Alarm Will Sound, and conductor Alan Pierson on the New York premiere of Land of Winter at Irish Arts Center last night. Here's to another great performance tonight.

[parcai]

NOOOO the international moots r awake

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Playing

Crash Ensemble GHOSTS

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Donnacha Dennehy As An Nós

[andy-15-07]

What about a ActressxMescal fic where their in Ireland staying with his family?

(maybe a game night shenanigans)

Love in the Emerald Isle

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 909 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The biting Kerry wind whipped at (y/n)'s face as she stepped out of the car, shivering slightly despite Paul's arm wrapped warmly around her waist. "Welcome to Kerry, love," he murmured, his breath misting in the frosty air.

"It's breathtaking," (y/n) breathed, taking in the rolling green hills dotted with sheep. "More beautiful than I could have imagined."

Paul grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Wait till you meet the family."

(y/n) laughed, her nerves fluttering. Meeting his family was a big step. "I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be," he reassured her, squeezing her hand. "They'll adore you."

As they approached the cozy cottage, a cacophony of sounds greeted them – laughter, the clatter of dishes, and the excited barking of a dog. A wave of warmth washed over (y/n). This felt…homey.

The door swung open, revealing a whirlwind of activity. A woman with kind eyes and a warm smile embraced (y/n) tightly. "Welcome, darling! It's so lovely to finally meet you."

"It's lovely to meet you too, Mrs. Mescal," (y/n) replied, feeling a surge of affection for the woman.

"Call me Dearbhla," she insisted, pulling back to assess (y/n). "You're even more beautiful than Paul makes you sound."

Paul chuckled, ruffling his mother's hair. "Always exaggerating, Mam."

Dearbhla playfully swatted his arm. "Go on, get the bags, you lazy lout. And introduce (y/n) to everyone."

Paul ushered (y/n) inside, where the chaos continued. A group of boisterous teenagers were gathered around a table, playing a lively game of cards.

"Alright everyone," Paul announced, his voice booming over the din. "This is (y/n). My girlfriend."

A chorus of greetings erupted, and (y/n) found herself surrounded by warm smiles and welcoming eyes. She was introduced to Donnacha, the quiet artist; Nell, the fiery redhead with a guitar slung over her shoulder; and Paul Sr., who bore a striking resemblance to his son, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Dinner was a feast, a table laden with traditional Irish dishes – roast lamb, potatoes, and a variety of colorful vegetables. Laughter filled the room as stories were shared, jokes were told, and teasing ensued. (y/n) felt a sense of belonging, a warmth she hadn't experienced in a long time.

After dinner, the games began. Paul Sr. pulled out a board game, a vintage edition of Monopoly that had seen better days. The competitive spirit ignited immediately. Paul and Donnacha, naturally, formed a formidable team, their playful banter escalating as they ruthlessly acquired properties. (y/n), initially hesitant, surprised everyone with her strategic moves, her competitive fire unexpectedly ignited.

The game stretched late into the night, the laughter growing louder, the teasing more playful. Nell, a formidable opponent, accused Paul of cheating, while Donnacha, the quiet observer, offered insightful commentary. (y/n), feeling more comfortable with each passing minute, found herself enjoying the chaos, the warmth of the family embracing her completely.

As the night wore on, the board game was abandoned in favor of music. Nell, a talented musician, grabbed her guitar and began to play, her voice rich and soulful. Paul, encouraged by his family, joined in, his voice surprisingly strong and resonant. (y/n), mesmerized by the music, found herself swept away by the melody, her heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

Paul Sr., a former actor, entertained them with stories of his time on stage, his voice filled with humor and nostalgia. Dearbhla, a former Garda, shared anecdotes from her career, her stories filled with a dry wit that had everyone in stitches.

(y/n), captivated by the stories, the music, the warmth of the family, felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in a long time. This was the Paul she rarely saw – the relaxed, playful Paul who was adored by his family.

As the night drew to a close, exhaustion finally caught up with them. (y/n) found herself tucked into a cozy guest room, the sound of laughter and murmured conversations drifting up from downstairs. A contented sigh escaped her lips. This weekend had been everything she had hoped for and more.

The next morning, (y/n) woke to the smell of strong coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon. She found Paul in the kitchen, his hair tousled, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted her, pouring her a cup of coffee. "Ready for a walk?"

(y/n) smiled, accepting the coffee. "Ready when you are."

They spent the morning exploring the stunning Kerry countryside, hand in hand, the silence between them comfortable and content. They visited a local pub for lunch, where Paul introduced (y/n) to his friends, a group of rugged, friendly locals who welcomed her with open arms.

The afternoon was spent by the fire, reading, chatting, and enjoying the company of the family. As the day drew to a close, (y/n) knew she didn't want to leave. She had found a haven in this warm, loving family, a place where she felt truly seen and accepted.

As they drove away from the cottage, (y/n) turned to Paul, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, "for bringing me here."

Paul smiled, his hand finding hers. "Thank you for being you," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. "You fit right in."

Looking back at the disappearing cottage, (y/n) knew this was just the beginning. She had found not just a boyfriend in Paul, but a family, a place to call home. And that, she realized, was more precious than anything.

[crimswords]

STARTER  FOR:  @wickedgamcs

     "i  don't  remember  our  class  being  this  ..."  he  trails  off  for  a  moment,  finding  a  polite  word  to  describe  all  the  cadets.  "passionate  about  just  a  party."  then  again,  they  were  probably  just  celebrating  how  they  made  it  through  just  the  first  step  of  their  college  challenges.

[eroticlamb]

Donnacha McDonagh, Siobhán Corrigan, and John Fiddler featured on The Late Late Show, 29 January 1983.