#an treo eile

[judeniriain8]

Song of the Day

[sonuckles-but-parents-blog]

Meet the Family! Buail leis an teaghlach!

Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic an Ghráinneog (Age 45): "Hey, guys! It's me, infamous former hero and still an adventurer! Ever since Eggman kicked the bucket, it's been a bit... directionless but I'm figuring it out." "Hé, a dhaoine! Táim anseo, an té a bhí laoch le droch-chlú agus atá ag dul ar eachtraí fós. Ó fuair Eggman a bhás, bíonn an scéal... gan treo maith, ach táim ag fáil cúpla bealaí eile a cheapadh faoi."

Knuckles the Echidna | Knuckles an t-Eicidneach (Age 46): "Hey. I'm the Guardian of the Master Emerald and of Angel Island. Currently looking for a successor to myself, getting older and all of that. Ask me things or whatever this is about." "Hé. Is Cosantóir Rialaitheora na Smaragaidí agus an Oileáin Neimhe mise. Anois, tá mé ag lorg comharba dom fhéin, ag éirí níos sine agus rudaí eile go bhfios agaibh. Fiafraígí rudaí dom ná pé rud go bhfuil seo faoi."

Caracol the Hedge-idna | Caracol an Ghráinn-idneach (Age 15): "I'm Caracol. I love novels and stuff. Just trying to live a regular life. My Dads have told me some pretty insane stories, and I'm honestly just looking to relax." "Is mise Caracol. Is breá liom úrscéalta agus stuif. Nílim ach ag trialach gnáth-shaol a fháil. D'inis mo Dhaideanna roinnt scéalta craiceáilte dom, agus le ionracas, nílim ach ag iarradh suaimhneas."

[gressacht]

tar éis an ardrang inniu chuir duine eile ceist orm faoi forainmneacha agus bhí iontas orm mar de gnáth caithfidh mé achan rud a míniú. ach níl freagra maith agam. dúirt mé 'siad/sé' mar corruair tá sé níos éasca 'sé' a úsáid as gaeilge ach is fearr liom 'siad'. tá mo ghuth imithe i ndiaidh a bheith ag caint an t-am ar fad mar sin tá sé níos ísle faoi láthair agus d'úsáid duine eile 'sé' dom mar shíl sí gur fear óg mé, ach d'úsáid an mhúinteoir 'sí' mar bhuail sí liom i 2021 agus ní raibh mé iontach firinscneach ag an am sin. so bhí meascán ann agus b'fhéidir bhí daoine bun os cionn faoi 😅 agus bím ag úsáid na dhá leithreas, is fearr liom an leithreas ar fáil agus is cuma liom an comhartha ar an doras

anyway dúirt duine eile sa rang go bhfuil a mhac trasinscneach (níl mé cinnte an bhfuil sé trasfir nó neamhdhenartha, bhí muid ag caint faoi testosterone mar sin sílim go bhfuil sé ag dul sa treo firinscneach, as it were, ach úsáideann sé 'siad' corruair, sílim). tá sé seacht bliain déag d'aois so go leor níos óige ná mise agus ní féidir leis testosterone a úsáid fós ach b'fhéidir i gceann bliain nó dhó. bhí muid ag caint faoin cúrsa samhradh ladt+ agus rud mar sin. bhí sé deas a bheith ag caint faoin toipicí mar seo le daoine eile anseo – agus as gaeilge. thaispeáin mé mo ghruaig chosa di 😆 tá mé an bródúil astu. níl go leor gruaige agam ach tá sé ann agus is maith liom é

[kevin-ar-tuathal]

Leagan Gaeilge na postála seo 🤗:

Is tiománaí den scoth mé, agus is féidir liom páirceáil go deas néata, in aon treo leis an mbóthar, ní cosúil le húsáideoirí Timbléir eile mé💃

i am a great driver and i parallel park beautifully im not like other tumblr users

[tarnishedhalo]

# - [Nanny/Mob u pick]

Call Me Anytime || - {Nanny Verse}

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:   Doteín || Caity Buckley {In Irish slang, a Dote is...  a person you want to be around all the time. Everything they do or say is exactly right and then some.  -ín is a suffix that affectionately denotes something/someone smaller, cuter, infinitely more adorable, and means little} -what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Red is the Rose || The High Kings Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother It's all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever - my muse’s last text to your muse: {Text: Doteín} Word has it that you’ve got the weekend off and I was hoping to maybe pay a call on you. If you’d like, we can get some coffee or take in a movie?  Or we could do dinner at the Chart House, right on the Wharf. It’s got an amazing view and great food? ~*~

{Mob Verse}

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:   Lady Cait || Caity Sweeney -what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Ar Éireann Ní Neosainn Cé hÍ || The High Kings Areir is me tearnamh ar neoinn Ar ar dtaobh eile en teora seo thios Do thaobhnaigh en speirbhean im' chomhair D"fhag taomanac breoite lag tinn Le haon ghean da mein is da clo Da breithre 's da beol tanai binn Do leimas fa dhein dul na treo Is ar Eirinn ni neosfainn ce hi - my muse’s last text to your muse: {Text: Lady Cait} I know you don’t really believe me, nor do you care what I believe. What I would like to do is ask you to take the kids away for the weekend. Just don’t be home, okay?

[smilesleepandspeak]

Tá an saghas vibe céanna ag Lúnasa agus Feabhra, ach sa treo eile

An tús do rud éigin nua... 🌷🍂

Díreach é!!!!! Is é Lúnasa an titim na hoíche roimh an gheimhreadh agus Feabhra an breacadh an lae roimh an samhradh 🥰🥰🥰

[eyes-ofirish-bluea]

“Aréir is mé téarnamh ar neoin Ar ar dtaobh eile 'en teóra seo thiós Do thaobhnaigh an spéirbhean im' chomhair D'fhág taomanac breoite lag tinn Le haon ghean dá méin is dá cló Dá bréithre 's dá beol tanaí binn Do léimeas fá dhéin dul 'na treo Is ar Éirinn ní neosfainn cé hí...  Last night in strange fields as I roved Such a vision I passed on my way A young woman so fair to behold That in seconds my heart was astray Oh she reached out a welcoming hand But I knew that it never could be And before I could kiss her sweet lips She had vanished forever from me...”