#Séamus

[darthakurei]

New addition to my little family ❤️ Siúcra, the sweetest halloween witch 🌵 Here's the new family portrait 🪴

[prettywhalerboy]

[steveyockey]

I paid $5 to access séamus malekafzali’s latest substack on palestine, here’s the full text,

It is easy to be lulled into a state of complacency, even with military occupation.

Israel’s occupation of Palestine has gone on longer than many of us on Earth have been alive, now going on 75 years. The levels of that deplacement, blockading, and violence have ebbed and flowed over years and decades, but that hand around the neck has always remained, even if how much it constricts has a tendency to loosen and tighten. Over 200 Palestinians have been killed by Israel this year in its occupation. News bulletins of them dying, oftentimes teenagers, come up through the headlines of Palestinian newspapers and channels as often as the weather. These deaths at the hands of Israeli security personnel are not isolated incidents, with soldiers materializing on roadsides and at checkpoints as unfortunate coincidence. They are constant spikes in the waveform of an incessant low-grade hum of humiliation, imprisonment, and destruction that has made daily life a forced agreement to constantly exist on the precipice of death.

This framing is not meant to be a tired retread of the conflict between Israel and Palestine or the nature of the Israeli occupation. This is meant to be a bulwark against the inevitable framing of this latest battle unfolding around Gaza, as it will appear in the Western media in the days to come.

There is a tendency, a deep-set one, to report Israel and Palestine as two countries that are on roughly the same playing field internationally, as you might report on a war that might involve Israel battling against a place like Jordan or Egypt. This kind of coverage obscures how deeply interlocked Israel’s military operations are with the fabric of the Palestinian society.

In the West Bank, settlements and checkpoints have made Palestinian land into a kind of comical archipelago, where in addition to being separated from Gaza by a huge land border, they are also separated from traveling to communities only a stone’s throw away from them without going through significant anguish. In Gaza, while no Israeli soldiers walk the streets, all their land borders are essentially sealed, their ports almost completely blockaded. Israel’s continued occupation has been so pinpoint and precise that its planes have gone as far as bombing bookstores, and its restrictions did not let up even when the COVID-19 pandemic reduced one health organization to carrying only as many tests of the deadly disease as could fit in a car.

This is not a matter of moral justification; one does not need to constantly busy themselves with having to make a full ideological conversion before understanding this. This is a matter of cause and effect.

What is the logical expectation, regardless of politics, ideology, culture, and creed, when a population of people is thrust into conditions that can only be described as an open-air prison, where every individual is a criminal in the eyes of the military occupying power regardless if they pick up a rifle or not, because there is supposedly always the threat that they will one day?

These are the basic conditions that have preceded the initiation of Operation al-Aqsa Storm this morning. As dawn broke on the morning of October 7, only one day after the 50th anniversary of the Yom Kippur War, Hamas’ military wing, the al-Qassam Brigades, launched a military operation of unprecedented scope in its history. Hamas fighters would not only attempt to enter Israeli territory proper with ground troops, already in of itself an intensely bold action (though not without precedent in the past decade). This operation would be a combined incursion into Israel by both land, sea, and even air. Ground forces would cut the border fence into settlements surrounding Gaza, speedboats would make landings in southern Israel, and fighters from a newly-inaugurated paraglider division would fly over the border fortifications and then further inland.

Threats of an invasion of Israeli territory proper have been a staple of speeches from Hamas and Hezbollah and groups like it for years. There was a long-standing perception by outside observers that it was fanciful. An intentionally lofty piece of propaganda that fires up supporters while the real military wheeling and dealing is done under far more subtle and controlled terms, as with most militant organizations. After all, no Israeli-administered town, the ones occupied in Palestine during the initial 1948 war, had ever been taken in any war against the Jewish state since its creation, even by a combined force of multiple Arab national militaries.

That notion now can no longer exist.

At sunrise, Hamas fired a gigantic barrage of rockets into Israeli territory, a staggering 5,000 in the first wave alone. As Israeli military and police forces were distracted by fires and rocket destruction in residential areas of the country, Palestinian forces in Gaza proceeded to make their primary move.

After the sun rose, Hamas cut through the border fence surrounding Israel and sent both fighters on foot and on motorcycles into Israel. Images released by the group seem to tell a story in frozen figures. Israeli soldiers, strewn dead, caught by surprise, one having even rushed out so quickly that he put on his military gear but no other clothes except his underwear. An even grimmer story could be found in one of the IDF military dormitories, where an entire room full of soldiers had been massacred, only having perhaps seconds earlier gotten the alarm that Hamas had breached the perimeter, many of them seemingly mid-way through getting out of bed.

From there, Hamas made unprecedented move after unprecedented move. Hamas fighters moved as far north into Zikim, built on the former Palestinian village of Hiribya, and moved as far east as Ofakim, built on the former hamlet of Khirbat Futais. The Erez Crossing, for years the only legal border crossing that Israel operated with the Gaza Strip, came under full Palestinian control. Sderot, a city where Israelis had once gathered on couches dragged to high peaks to watch the bombardment of Palestinians, now found themselves facing down Palestinian fighters in their own streets.

An additional shock would come in Israel’s initial response. Amidst cataclysmic scenes like hundreds of ravers in the desert near Gaza fleeing on foot, neither the Israeli president nor the prime minister spoke in those early hours in the morning.

The Israeli high command, despite the continuous insistence of Palestinian factions that they would one day attempt to take the fight into Israel itself, had become complacent. They, like many observers of Israel-Palestine, believed the occupation they had constructed could go on forever, unburdened by the need to adapt. Israeli soldiers after all were now more used to sniping reporters and unarmed protesters than engaging in military conflict. Entropy was what was propelling the military occupation complex of the Jewish state, not a wholly active effort.

Despite an ungodly amount of Western military equipment, highly advanced anti-aircraft systems programmed to shoot down thousands of rockets, an international reputation for tenacity and strategic knowhow, and multiple victories against Arab nations again and again and again, all of it ended up being useless against a Hamas fighter flying in on a box fan and a parachute.

This failure is two-fold, and both are closely related. One is the expectation that things could go on as before without addressing the root of the issue (that being a military occupation of an entire state), and the other in expectation that those being occupied had no capacity to learn from experience how Israel’s military strategy operates, people who could then going on to capitalize on that knowledge.

There is a fundamental flaw in the perception of Western powers toward the Middle East in general and Arabs in particular that because the groups fighting with Israel or the United States are irregular, bereft of highly professional uniforms and dedicated gigantic military headquarters, that they do not have the same ability to strategize and to confront the forces that are occupying their countries. Flashes of how faulty this thinking is rear their head again and again, from Iraq to Afghanistan and everywhere in-between and around, but still the idea, unspoken as it may be, remains that they are fundamentally unequipped compared to the might they are fighting against. But Hamas has military strategists of its own, ones that understand the asymmetric situation they are dealing with, and ones that understand what the actual capabilities of Israel are, versus what their perception is.

The perception of Israel’s invulnerability versus what has actually been displayed today could not have been more different. Instead of being forced to immediately pull back, in essence making today a raid, Hamas has instead actually contested several Israeli settlements, which are still being fought over at time of this writing many hours after the initial incursion from Gaza began. A single Israeli soldier captured and held in Gaza used to capture the Israeli imagination for years; now there are believed to be not only tens of soldiers captured by Hamas, but tens of Israeli civilians as well, all now being held within the Strip. Hamas has also brought Israeli military vehicles back into the Strip, the novelty of working IDF equipment now under Palestinian control a source of celebration within the territory. Over 100 Israelis are believed to have been killed in the first day of Hamas’ attack, and nearly 1000 injured, a shocking early casualty count in an ongoing conflict where casualties on the Palestinians’ side are usually far more lopsided.

Israel’s response so far to Hamas’ operation has been to escalate rhetorically, with Netanyahu now calling this a war, and escalating its usual military strategy with Gaza, with carpet bombing now on an intense, concentrated scale. At the time of this writing, almost 200 Palestinians have been killed in Gaza in only a few hours, with that number expected to rise significantly in the days to come. Already, news has come in of Israeli planes having leveled Gaza’s second-largest building, the Palestine Tower, which housed a plethora of media offices, in scenes reminiscent of Israel’s bombing of another tower block of media offices in 2021 that infamously took out the local bureau of the Associated Press.

As fighting continues into the night in ways never seen before since 1948, the question remains: after all these decades, why now?

The ostensible justifications of what the clincher was that sparked this operation are innumerable, but two appear to be most clearly illuminated: the recent increased activity of far-right Zionists at the al-Aqsa Mosque in occupied East Jerusalem (hence the name of the operation itself), but just as well the indications that the Saudi Arabia and Israel may be close to a normalization deal, which would be the largest such development in the Abraham Accords yet. Hezbollah mentioned this operation as being a “message” and a “decisive response” to Arab nations pursuing the idea of normalization with Israel. Still, it is important to recognize that pinning the undertaking of a completely gigantic operation of this scale as just a simple message to Saudi Arabia would be reductive. As the Los Angeles Times’ international correspondent Nabih Bulos says of the matter:

“To pretend that Hamas did this to be a spoiler of KSA-Israel normalization is just downright epic in its navel-gazing nonsense.”

What is important to always return to is that eternally governing line above everything: the low hum of constant occupation, and who has been causing its spikes. Israel’s government, its most far-right in its history, has been on the warpath almost immediately from its inauguration, with figures like Itamar Ben-Gvir and Bezalel Smotrich, now thrust to the forefront, doing everything large and small to provoke a Palestinian response. The hope is that the inevitable Palestinian response can mobilize the Israeli society, that it can be swiftly defeated by the Israeli military, and that the Israeli state can use such an opportunity to impose its sovereignty over what little of Palestine governed by Palestinians remains, and perhaps even what lies beyond it.

But that formula relies on the Palestinian side only accepting being provoked, themselves having no strategy of their own outside of firing rockets and yelling on television. Military occupation breeds a feeling of annihilation, but that annihilation is enclosed with it inevitable feelings of rabid and desperate hope, inspiring within irregular groups desires to try things never tried before. These are not always guaranteed to be successful: one may look at Aleppo when rebel groups managed to come together and break the siege on the city in the final stages of the battle, only for it to fall in the months to come anyway. Nevertheless, there is a real perception within Israel, communicated out to the world by its media and by its intelligentsia, that it is a nation on the verge of internal collapse, brought to the precipice by far-right forces it has let fester for decades without envisioning its eventual conclusion.

What does looking at how Israel is faring now communicate to Palestinian factions in Gaza? What do young people in Gaza, who make up 47% of the Strip’s population, imagine might lie ahead for them as they see these events unfold? What does a Hamas fighter imagine might be possible when, as the writer Josef Burton says, he exits a 25 by 7-mile space he’s never left in his entire life?

[keplercryptids]

[image description copied from alt text: a poem by SÉAMUS ISAAC FEY titled, "Sonnet for my new name", as published in the American Poetry Review.

Did you wait for me in the riverbed, under a smooth stone? Did I have to earn you, like a Chicago summer? A seed sprouting in harsh conditions? Stand in a long line full of crossed fingers, all the while you lit up the marquee. Can I keep you? When they call you, will I turn my head?]

[triflesandtea]

Michael J. Fox at the end of the video in an Irish accent: "Ah, that's good. I like that. I need a hat."

I started laughing too hard at that. 🤣

It's interesting: Fox stated that he did not want to play any stereotypes (glory be) but he "couldn't help it." I rather think his performance as Séamus (accent or no accent? That is the question) was actually quite counterstereotypical, and beautiful for that reason.

Obviously, his accent needed a bit of work and his dialogue was a wee bit unrealistic, but apart from that, he is the furthest thing from the Irish stereotype we so often—and I so begrudgingly—see.

The average Celtic persona/stereotype, even described occasionally by Celts themselves, is shown as fiery, hot-headed and hot-tempered too, and always up for a fight. Instead, in BTTF 3, it's Marty McFly, the American teenager, who can't turn down a fight or challenge—while Séamus the Irishman is mellow, calm, and collected, and even sagely spouts his lovely quote of, "You could have just walked away and nobody would of thought the less of you for it. All it would have been was words...hot air from a buffoon. Instead, you let him rile you...into playin' his game, his way, by his rules."

Like, DUDE. 👏🏻😳

Furthermore, his personality inspired a good deal of my current Scottish detective, Angus MacLeod, who is very collected indeed.

And now I ask you, do you wonder why Séamus McFly is my favorite character in the Back to the Future series? 😏😁

[connectedportal]

An assortment of character concepts for my story The Eternal Witness

[atarahderek]

Last of the pic dump: An illustration from my Encanto/Wolfwalkers crossover, which is still mostly a plot bunny at this point. This illustration is done in the intended style of Encanto. Their Cartoon Saloon style wolf forms look slightly different and more simplistic.

Mirabel's wolf form is based on the Mexican wolf, which is the nearest native wolf to Colombia. Not only is this the only tropical species of New World wolf, but it has a bit of a mask around the eyes, which lends itself well to an analogy of Mirabel's glasses. Séamus' wolf form is based on a couple subspecies of European gray wolves. At the shoulder, both their wolf forms are slightly shorter than their respective human forms.

[santiagodeleons]

👂 lori

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

"I don't know how many times we have to keep going over this, Liam. I'm not giving you a job. I don't care what boat your Irish ancestors came over on, that was the 1800s and this is the now."

Santiago had no issue serving the Lewis patriarch a drink when he wandered in, but that didn't mean he thought him equipped to do the serving -- especially when he was asking while wearing an incredibly distracting bandana.

"I already gave one of you Lewis' a test run here and I had to let her go within forty-eight hours."

Lori's disastrous and brief tenure at Four Leaf would always amuse Santiago, though the same couldn't be said for one of his most persistent regulars, who seemed to take personal offence to the mention while perched on a barstool to Liam's right.

"You never should have let her go, you feckin' gowl. There's nowt worth looking at behind the bar here now." Séamus' Limerick accent only seemed to thicken over time, more so when he drank and most of the time Santiago found him close to incomprehensible, but he could decipher his tone just fine.

"Séamy, am I going to have cut you off at noon?"

"This is discrimination. I'm being discriminated against. Mabel's gotten to you, hasn't she?"

Liam succeeded in riling Séamus up further, who swivelled around so fast he sent himself launching off the stool, hitting the bar floor with a thud that might have hurt a man comprised of less whiskey while not dropping a single drop of the same liquid in his glass on the way down.

( Not for the first time either. )

"You want to work here? You get his ass up off the floor and get him to pay his tab."

By the time Santiago interjected, Liam had lost interest in both his job plight and the injustice he had been feeling by the time Séamy hoisted himself up off the floor like the killer in a slasher who refused to stay down, a beermat stuck to the side of his cheek that he seemed not to notice as he started a slow backward step towards the exit of Four Leaf, scared off by his prehistoric tab.

"G'way outta that, you shower of bastards'll never see me again."

Santiago shot him a thumbs up from behind the bar as he almost tumbled again out of the pub doors.

"See you tomorrow, Séamus."

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING.

[underwater-i-will-go]

whenever this photo pops up on my feed i think of it for a little while.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1973 – Mountjoy Prison Helicopter Escape | The IRA use a hijacked helicopter to free three of their members from the exercise yard of Mountjoy Prison, Dublin.

Early that day, an IRA member had hijacked an Alouette II helicopter and forced the pilot to land at the D Wing of Mountjoy Prison where they picked up the three IRA prisoners: Séamus Twomey, Chief of Staff, JB O’Hagan, Quartermaster, and Kevin Mallon, activist. Irish prison guards were not armed. The helicopter had been hired by an American two days previously for what was believed to be a…

[ekwolfwood]

Throwing this up for @britcision and running. Not finished yet, but colouring might make it worse so just.

Look at our children they make me so happy.

Our sweet beans from the Four Heralds AU! Four disabled, queer, absolute disaster heralds, to various extents and the exasperation of everyone around them. All problems, sometimes if not usually on purpose.

(featuring, left to right- Séamus Trevelyan*, Corin Cadash, Lluciano Lavellan, Tavi Adaar)

One day we'll make a proper primer post before i cry hard enough that they start tossing everything up on ao3, but until then have my tears and 7 million headcanons that i want to yell about them.

[athnuachan]

- 'an galar dubhach', séamus barra ó súilleabháin

[chicoespecial2022]

Séamus Coleman

Everton FC

[lukas-du-mortain]

W.I.P. It’s 10pm on Wednesday

Tags: @sustainably-du-mortain @ava-du-mortain @palipunk @thewayhavenchronicle @vakarians-babe @do-this-for-me

Séamus x Felix

Steam billows around the now humid bathroom. Séamus pushes the shower curtain aside and steps out. Water drips from his wavy, deep red, and shoulder length hair. As he makes cautious wet steps across the tiled floor of the bathroom, he takes his only towel and tosses it around his shoulders. Six foot two inches tall, and he is just ever so slightly towering over his vanity sink. So tall in fact he just barely manages to fit his face into the mirror before him.

Séamus leans forward and lets his head hang loosely atop his shoulders. The luxurious long wet waves fall off his shoulders and around his face. Water drips and pools on the smooth black marbled counter where his comb sits. He grabs the towel in a bunch and whips it off his broad shoulders and drapes it delicately over his head.

[prettywhalerboy]

First proper painting of my dishonored ttrpg character, Séamus Reid.

Been experimenting with a new art style.

[atarahderek]

Encanto OC appreciation week 2

The second week of the event hosted by @encanto-extended-edition. This week's theme: Relationships.

Parents: The Goodfellowe-MacTires

Séamus was born in Ireland, and grew up as an only child. His family raised wolfhounds, as the Irish wolf has been extinct since the 1780s. They were, as far as they knew, the last wolfwalkers, possessing the blessing of St. Patrick handed down the generations. After his parents died, Séamus was run out of Ireland, taking his family's dogs with him.

Calé chief and Spanish wolves

He ended up in Galicia, Spain, where he quickly found and befriended the first wolves he'd ever met. He also ended up meeting a local Calé community, who took to him rather quickly. The chief of the community allowed Séamus to stay nearby, and Séamus was never sure just how much the chief knew about his connection to the local wolf pack. But he was grateful that the man didn't pry. The chief was instrumental in helping Séamus learn Spanish and some Galician, and Séamus picked up a few Caló words as well. Some locals began investigating the uptick in wolf activity, and while they were in the neighborhood, they decided to drive the Calé community out. The chief advised Séamus to move on, for his safety, the wolves' safety and the Calé's safety. Séamus was heartbroken to leave his wolves behind. But rumor has it they have a peculiar truce going with that particular Calé community now, seemingly protecting them from persecution.

Bush dogs

Séamus' final stop was Colombia, where there were no wolves, but there was an odd little canine called a bush dog running around the jungle. Séamus befriended a pack of the critters, and while they couldn't howl and behaved quite differently from wolves, they certainly did their best to imitate their larger cousins. The wolfhounds took to them right away, and Séamus and his entire pack stuck closely together as they moved inland.

Antonio Madrigal

When Séamus arrived in the Encanto, his bush dogs were immediately drawn to Antonio, who snuck out one night to investigate the newcomers. He met Séamus that night, and was absolutely in awe of the enormous wolf that towered over even his hounds. Séamus was shocked to find that Antonio could understand him in this form, and the two quickly became buddies. Antonio is only the second human outside of Séamus' family that he considers a true friend.

Mirabel Madrigal

The next night, Séamus met Mirabel and accidentally bit her. He returned to his human body and woke himself up to try and heal the bite, and after a long conversation that lasted into the wee hours of the morning, Séamus had made another friend. Moreso than that, he was smitten. And Mirabel wouldn't admit it just yet, but so was she. Séamus was only about a year older than herself, was pretty cute for a scruffy vagabond who lived in the jungle with dogs, and she really liked his accent.

The night after that, both Mirabel and Séamus discovered that the bite hadn't been healed before the magic had sunk in.

Mirabel managed to sneak out of the house and find Séamus, who excitedly explained everything to her. The two spent the night running gleefully through the jungle. They couldn't get Mirabel home before Antonio found them both, however, and it took considerable effort to convince the boy that there was no more time for a jungle romp. Antonio did help Mirabel get back into the house, but unsurprisingly, Dolores caught them.

The other Madrigals

Séamus met the Madrigals after Mirabel explained what had happened to her. Alma and Agustín were both suspicious of him, given he'd been alone in the woods all night with their teenage girl, but Mirabel was able to convince them they had been on their best behavior. Séamus begged the Madrigals not to tell anyone his secret until he was ready, as he feared persecution even in a town where everyone was used to magical powers. Alma agreed on the condition that Séamus integrate into the Encanto's society and contribute somehow. So with Antonio's help, he set up an animal shelter. After conferring with Bruno, Alma oversaw Séamus' integration into their society. She came to love his politeness and the way he carried himself. She soon regarded him as family and encouraged him to build a relationship with Mirabel.

The Madrigals all love Séamus, but they had to put a moratorium on bringing Antonio on nighttime excursions, even if he did make a convenient chaperone for the two teens. The boy was losing out on a lot of sleep. So instead they restricted Mirabel to staying within earshot of Dolores. Which still meant she was pretty much free to run the whole valley with Séamus.

Séamus and Agustín get along very well. Séamus speaks three languages fluently and is proficient in one other. He taught Agustín some Galician and Irish, and all the Caló words he knows. Agustín mastered multiple Irish phrases long before Mirabel did, and he and Séamus would use that fact to tease her.

Séamus enjoys cooking, and frequently offers to help Julieta in the kitchen. He's now her main cooking partner, though Antonio joins them from time to time.

Mirabel's sisters were initially very intimidating to Séamus, and they did it on purpose. Agustín joked that he didn't need to handle the shovel talk as his two older girls had it covered. Séamus was scared of Isabela's plants for a long time, and he walked on eggshells around Luisa. He cannot begin to express the relief he felt the day he discovered that Luisa is a giant marshmallow inside, and that she gives the best massages. He's still careful around Isabela, but she turned out to be the best verbal sparring partner, and there are days he can laugh with her until their sides hurt.

Bruno and Séamus get along on the grounds of both being used to being pariahs in their communities. Séamus is one of only two people to happily treat "Jorge" and "Hernando" as if they are separate entities from Bruno. Camilo is the other.

Séamus is mildly intimidated by Félix, due to his outgoing nature, but he likes him. Séamus' time in Galicia piqued Pepa's interest in the region, as some of her ancestors were from there and she suspected that's where she got her red hair and green eyes. Séamus was happy to share what he knew about the history of the Celts on the Iberian Peninsula, even if it wasn't much.

Dolores and Mariano adore Séamus, and for good reason. He and Mirabel saved their firstborn, who was nearly stillborn. There are some things Julieta can't fix or prevent, and that's where the wolfwalkers come in.

Camilo likes Séamus as much as the next Madrigal, but he especially gets along with Séamus and Mirabel's middle child.

Children

Séamus and Mirabel would go on to get married in future years. They have three boys together--Cólum, Sandalio and Hernando--all of whom were born wolfwalkers. The boys received their own rooms at five, but no extra magical gifts. Which everyone was fine with. Mirabel came up with a naming convention to describe her family line: Goodfellowe-Rojas de Madrigal-MacTire.

Enemies

Séamus doesn't try to count anyone his enemy, but he grew up having to field suspicion and straight up persecution from locals wherever he went, so he's naturally distrustful of most people. He also cannot seem to befriend the donkeys in the Encanto, or Luisa's mule. None of them trust him or his dogs. And they really don't like seeing Mirabel in her wolf form either. To be fair, the donkeys also hate Parce. And he has the hoof prints on his rump to prove it.