#Patrick O'Donnell

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Patrick O'Donnell

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“When you go home Tell them of us, and say For your tomorrow, We gave our today.”

― Patrick O'Donnell, 'Into the Rising Sun: In Their Own Words, World War II’s Pacific Veterans Reveal the Heart of Combat'

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This verse (The Kohima Epitaph) is engraved on the Memorial of the 2nd British Division in the cemetery of Kohima (North-East India). The verse is attributed to John Maxwell Edmonds (1875-1958), and is thought to have been inspired by the epitaph written by Simonides of Ceos to honour the Greeks who fell at the Battle of Thermopylae in 480BC. (Source: British Legion)

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Watching HorrorFest 2024

TIN CAN MAN Ivan Kavanagh Ireland, 2007

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Patrick O'Donnell

Informations incertaines (origines : anglaises)

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Patrick O'Donnell

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Lucy dies surrounded by her friends.

+Bonus: Mina comforts Arthur by offering him the necklace Lucy gave her.

from the Milwaukee Ballet's production of Michael Pink's Dracula Luz San Miguel as Lucy Westenra Timothy O'Donnell as Arthur Holmwood Patrick Howell as Abraham Van Helsing Nicole Teague-Howell as Mina Murray Randy Crespo as Jonathan Harker Parker Brasser-Vos as Quincey P. Morris

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s t a r t r e k t h e n e x t g e n e r a t i o n created by gene roddenberry [inheritance, s7ep10] 'Violin/Viola Recital'

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"I ever tell you you're smart,Neagley?" "Not nearly enough."

REACHER 2X01

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I've been known to find my kind of people

That ain't at home underneath church steeples

You'd be surprised the places I find Jesus

That ain't the regular crowd

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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A03 link

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Wolf goes to the streets of an old city, his first home where everything is painted green!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! I haven't been able to do much due to my cold this week, but I had fun making these clothes and photo!

* the background isn't mine. I just edited it!

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I went to a bar with Wolf yesterday, and no, neither of us got drunk.

-Jamie

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Pinch-Proof Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie forgot to wear green, but you have an easy solution. Contains: St. Patrick's Day shenanigans, lunchtime fluff. Words: 1.1k-ish

"If ONE more person asks where my green is and tries to maim me, I'm going to fucking SNAP!" Eddie punctuates his last word by slamming his lunchbox onto the cafeteria table, making several people at the next table jump and turn around to glare.

"Problems, dear?" you ask sweetly as he angrily plops into the chair next to you. He gives you an exasperated look.

You probably shouldn't tease him. You went through the same thing in first period. You'd been in the classroom for approximately ten seconds before Ms. Click asked where your green was. You tended to avoid owning things that contained green or orange, as they were the school colors, and you didn't want anyone to mistake a random article of clothing for school spirit.

You'd searched through your junk-filled backpack and came up with a green hair band. Not the big showy scrunchie kind, just simple green elastic. You always kept a few spares for emergencies. You swapped it out for the black one you were wearing, and considered yourself green enough to avoid the dreaded St. Patrick's Day Pinch.

"Look at this shit!" Eddie pulls up his sleeve and reveals a sizeable red mark on his pale forearm. "I know O'Donnell wants me and all, but JESUS, she doesn't have to be so rough!"

"O'Donnell did that to you?!" you ask in disbelief, leaning over to get a better look. That's not a friendly pinch from a playful teacher. That's a knife in the tire of her ugly brown Buick.

Eddie nods and slowly retracts his arm, a little frightened of the storm brewing on your face. You look from the angry red blotch to his big brown eyes, and you soften immediately.

"Gimme your vest," you say softly as you reach into your backpack.

"What?"

"Hand over the vest, Munson," you order without looking up.

"Why?"

Your hand finally closes on the small box buried in a side pocket. You pull it out triumphantly and smack your tiny sewing kit on the table.

"I'm going to put something green on it, so this problem is no longer a problem."

Eddie shrugs out of his battle vest and obediently hands you the worn denim. You use your jacket sleeve to wipe the table clear of any potential crumbs and lay the vest flat.

"Where?"

"Anywhere," he says, watching you closely.

You unravel the green thread, cut off a decent sized piece with the tiny scissors, lick the end, and squint as you thread it through the microscopic eye of the needle. Tying the end and snipping off the excess, you make a note to thank your grandmother for this gift that you'd thought odd at the time. You point to a spot between two button holes, looking up with a silent question. He nods in approval.

You poke the needle through the denim and begin sewing the easiest thing you can think of. You become so focused on your project, you tune out the nerdy discussion about some sci-fi book happening around you, until you feel a nudge to your shoulder.

Eddie's holding a pretzel out to you. Right. Lunch. You lean over and take it from his fingers with your teeth, thanking him with a wink before returning to your sewing. You soon realize he's offering you a pretzel every time he puts one in his own mouth; his feeding you becomes so routine, you don't even have to look up when you accept your snacks. The rest of Hellfire thinks nothing of this, they're used to you two being gross, and their conversation never misses a beat.

Finally, after half a lunch period, you tie off your creation and slice off the unused thread. Though it's an odd color, your lime green pentagram is unmistakably a pentagram, and green enough to ward off future maiming. Well, the St. Patrick's Day kind, anyway.

You stick your sewing supplies back in the little box and return the vest to Eddie. He runs his fingers over the bright green symbol.

"Last I checked, clovers weren't exactly metal," you shrugged, cheeks blushing, suddenly self-conscious about your little green pentagram. Was it bad? Had you overstepped and violated some kind of metal law? You idiot, why was defacing his most prized possession your first course of action? Surely there was a green pen or marker somewhere in that mobile dumpster you call a backpack, you could've just drawn something on the back of his hand.

"I'll rip it off tomorrow, after you're out of the St. Patrick's Day Danger Zone, if you want," you offer.

"Like hell!" Eddie bellows, looking at you as if you've grown a second head. "I love it!" He swings it around and puts it back on with a flourish. His fingers return to the little green pentagram, looking down at it fondly for a moment, before flashing you a bright smile. It makes all your worries vanish. It always does. You happily hold his gaze, then a burst of laughter from a passing pack of jocks brings you back to reality. You glance at your watch, confirming that there's just enough time to wolf down your lunch before the bell rings, and pull out your food. You push half of your sandwich toward Eddie.

"For the pretzels," you explain.

"Then what do I owe you for the pinch-proof pentagram?" He reaches for the sandwich, unable to resist anything he knows you made.

"Oh, just your undying love and ever-lasting affection."

"Deal," he grins and takes a bite.

With your confidence restored and your brief panic already forgotten, you decide to play with him a little.

"I did it for selfish reasons, you know," you admit in a low voice.

"You did?" he asks through a mouthful of sandwich. You nod, leaning so close that only he can hear.

"I'm the only one who gets to maim you," you breathe into his ear.

Eddie chokes on his sandwich. You try not to laugh, cracking open your can of soda and handing it to him. He grabs it, desperately chugs half of it to stop his coughing, and sets it down with a glare. It's at this point that you realize the rest of your group has gone quiet.

"What'd you do to him?" Jeff asks.

"...told a really funny St. Patrick's Day joke?" you suggest to the wide-eyed table, entirely unconvincing. Or so you thought.

"Well, let's hear it!" Grant urges.

Dammit. Your eyes return to Eddie, sitting smugly with his arms crossed, looking at you expectantly.

"Go on. Tell 'em." Double dammit. You stall by taking a bite of your sandwich, racking your brain for anything moderately amusing.

"So a leprechaun walks into a bar..."

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Secret History fancast/faceclaims, actors' time period notwithstanding cause I make the rules

Richard Papen: Chris O'Donnell c. 1992

Henry: Tom Welling c. 2010

Bunny: Philip Seymour Hoffman c. 1992

Charles: Mike Faist

Camilla: Mia Farrow c. 1966

Francis: Eddie Redmayne c. 2004

Julian: Gary Oldman

Bonus Judy and Cloke: Jennifer Connelly c. 1985 and Patrick Labyorteaux c. 1989 (I know Judy is blonde but I stand firm on this)