#garda <3

[catsloverword]

[breitzbachbea]

🎸 for Charlie and 🎒 for Marco!

HELLS YEAH, I GET TO TALK ABOUT THE KIDS!!!!

Red Emoji OC Asks

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

Charlie ostensibly likes anything that makes him move! Lots of classic rock and punk rock on his playlists, but pop classics, old and new, as well. Thin Lizzy, The Clash, Gary Moore. I'll honestly have to look into Hip-Hop some more, especially British or Irish one, because I feel like he also likes that.

He doesn't really care if things are mainstream or indie (though I'm sure he had an obnoxious phase about not being like the other boys).

One artist he really enjoys from the pop side of things is Mika! I hope I can find a way to origanically work lines from Lollipop into the Irish Problems rewrite - because we deserve Charlie being back to his gay little self, singing "Jesus loves her - She wants more! Oh, bad girls get you down! Sing it! Sucking too hard on your lollipop, oh love's gonna get you down..."

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

Sometimes Marco will take one of his cool handbags out, but both of the twins are usually pocket carriers. (Lorenzo doesn't have any handbags, Marco just has two of a few of his in case they're out officially and want to/need to match). They also love cargo pants a ridiculous amount but when it is for neither work nor the club, Marco has a hard time styling them.

So on a normal day, it's: - Phone - Pocketknife (gift by Lorenzo) - Pocketmirror - Flask with mystery liquid (usually it's water). - Keys - Wallet/Spare money - Gloves for Shenanigans (tm) - Emergency sewing kit

[iishmael]

Almost in Rome!

[toomuchracket]

i'd rather jump in your bones (dad!matty x reader)

(hi! a lovely anon sent me an ask about sleeping with dilf-to-be matty on your babymoon before having baba 1, which a couple of other people have also asked for, so here it is, a really REALLY long fic! smut, with a little bit of fluff because i am a sappy bitch lol. anyway, hope you enjoy! <3)

(also if you're unfamiliar with my dad!matty/flatmate!matty tags, this might be a little jarring in places, so i'd recommend reading some of those posts first to get a handle on the lore)

it's 8am when you're woken up by the baby kicking, her (as of last week's 20-week scan it's confirmed that, yes, she is a she) tiny little limbs bouncing off different parts of your stomach like the old dvd logo that would appear if you left the player on pause for too long. you snort quietly to yourself at that comparison, making a mental note to tell it to matty when he wakes up. actually, you're surprised he hasn't woken up yet; his arm is currently draped softly over the bump as he snores lightly behind you, so he should also be able to feel his daughter kicking.

although, in fairness, if you didn't have a developing human in your stomach operating on a different sleep schedule to yours, the things you and your husband got up to last night would have definitely kept you asleep at this time too.

but you don't mind being awake in circumstances like these: carrying your healthy (and presumably happy) baby; feeling the nearly-naked and gloriously handsome love of your life cosied up beside you; noticing the morning sun and various faint italian conversations creeping into the room via the patio door, left ajar in the scorching heat of last night. it's an early summer morning on the shores of lake garda, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

baba, though, would apparently rather you were somewhere else - almost on cue, she settles herself in such a way that your awareness of your own bladder becomes unavoidable. with a whispered "you like being a little bit mean to mummy, don't you? you're lucky i love you so much, my girl", you extract yourself from matty's hold without waking him - a feat you mastered a few weeks into sharing a bed with him post-movie nights in the flat back in the day - and pull yourself out of bed. feeling slightly exposed in your panty-clad state, you shrug on matty's black tank top from yesterday, carelessly tossed on the end of the bed, before wandering to the bathroom.

matty appears in the doorway maybe five minutes later, once you've appeased your daughter (so to speak) and brushed your teeth; he copies the latter act himself, after placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, holding his toothbrush in one hand and you in the other. you take these two minutes of matty preoccupation to ogle him, trailing your eyes down his abs and v-line to the waistband of his boxers, admiring the way his arm muscles flex and contract as he brushes his teeth, and just generally marvelling at the way your husband manages to make the most basic of tasks look so ridiculously attractive.

after matty spits out the last of the toothpaste - the sight of which, whorishly, sends a burst of heat between your legs - he turns to you and pulls you into a sweet, overwhelmingly minty kiss. "morning, my love," he smiles, after breaking the kiss and taking your hands in his. "i take it our girl woke you up?"

the obvious joy in matty's voice when he refers to your daughter makes you smile too. "only a few minutes ago, but yeah, she did - all quiet now, but she was kicking quite enthusiastically."

"really?" matty asks, crouching down so he's eye level with your cotton-covered stomach and sliding a warm hand under the fabric to rest there. "you gonna be a footballer one day, baba? that'd be cool. especially if you played for newcastle like daddy did when he was a kid. but pro. definitely pro."

you scoff. "our daughter in a career where she could be far better at her job than a man but would never get the same recognition as him? i don't want her to be that much like me, babe."

"fair point, sweetheart," matty says as he stands, kissing you on the forehead. "but you should still be proud of your work anyway, even though they gave that stupid dick the case over you. i think you're an incredible lawyer, regardless of the fact you're also a little thief when it comes to my wardrobe."

he looks pointedly at the tank top you're wearing, before smirking at you. you put your hands on your hips and stare back at matty. "it's the bump, isn't it?"

your husband's brow furrows. "what?"

"you used to love me wearing your clothes," you sigh faux-dramatically, sidling past matty back into the bedroom and standing in front of the full-length mirror. "you encouraged it, actually. and now, here i am, pregnant with your baby, and you call me a thief for stealing a top. must be the bump."

matty comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your middle and pressing kisses into your neck. "you know all too fucking well that that's not the case, darlin'."

you're having too much fun with this. you do know matty's arguably never found you sexier than he does right now, but you don't want him to tell you that - you need him to prove it. so you sigh, tilt your head and look at your reflection. "hmmm, i don't know, babe. kinda seems like the bump might be a problem for you."

"right, that's it," matty scoops you up bridal-style and carries you the short walk to the bed, setting you down gently and bringing himself to hover over you. he kisses you deeply, passionately, but languidly, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away to murmur against your mouth. "want a repeat of last night, sweetheart, so i can prove to you how much i love your body? yeah? want me to kiss all over those gorgeous tits, that perfect little bump, all down the insides of those fucking thighs of yours, before i eat you out? whatever you want, i'll do it."

interesting. you keep your eyes on matty's adorably eager, turned-on face, watching his eyes roll back ever so slightly when you rake your hand through his hair and tug slightly. "whatever i want? really?"

"if it gets through to you just how fucking hot you look carrying my baby, yeah," matty replies, kissing you again. his face softens as he pulls away, calloused fingers coming up to gently stroke your cheek. "my perfect, perfect wife, mother of my child, love of my life."

"you're so sweet, angel, and i loved how gentle you were with me last night. but," you smile, leaning into matty's hand. "you know what i really want, something that hasn't happened in a little while that i'd love right now?"

"tell me, darlin'."

you lean in to whisper in matty's ear, tugging his hoop earring lightly between your teeth before you do. "want you to fuck me like i'm still your little slut. can you do that for me, matty? please?"

the effect your words have on your husband is instantaneous (and extremely inflating to your ego) - matty's breaths become shallow and shaky, his hips begin to grind into yours, and those beautiful eyes of his flutter shut, presumably as he imagines obliging your request. when they reopen, the pupils are almost totally dilated, out of nothing more than sheer lust for you; they lock onto your own eyes as matty speaks. "that depends... d'you think you've been good enough, sweetheart?"

fuck yes. you look up at matty through your eyelashes, batting your lids a couple of times for good measure, and nod. "m'always good for you."

"even when you're stealing my clothes?" comes the reply, accompanied by a smirk. you smile back just as evilly, and quickly pull the offending tank top off and throw it to the side. "s'not stolen anymore."

for the second time in about a minute, matty's eyes darken with desire for you. "christ, you're so beautiful," he moans, before crashing his lips onto yours and his tongue into your mouth. "alright, darlin', i'll fuck you like the good little slut i know you really are. my good little slut."

"mmm, always, always for you," you smile against matty's lips, before meeting them with your own for another makeout. "thank you."

"you're welcome, angel. now," your husband's face turns slightly more serious. "how do you want to go about this? need to make sure you feel good before i can make you feel even better, yeah?"

nodding, you reach across to matty's side of the bed, grabbing one of the big silk-covered pillows - anticipating what you're about to do, matty takes it from you, quickly sliding it under your lower back and tailbone as you lift your hips. caressing them lightly, matty scans your face for any sign of discomfort. "you good?"

"perfect."

"too fucking right you are, babe," matty grins, kissing you passionately yet again. he bites your lower lip - which pulls a moan from within your chest - before releasing it slowly, dragging the soft cells between his teeth. "and now it's time for the fun bit."

matty's mouth is on your neck before you can reply, the feeling of his lips against your sweet spot turning your words to whines; they're closely followed by teeth and tongue and back to lips, as your husband - apparently not content with just decorating your body with the baby bump - adorns your neck with a hickey. as he begins to trail these scarlet marks of affection down the column of your throat, matty's hands come up to your tits, squeezing the sensitive swollen flesh and rolling and pinching your nipples between calloused fingers.

by the time matty's mouth replaces his fingers, alternating between each tit, you're soaked through your silky underwear. you tell him as much through a series of breathy moans, in the hope that he'll cease his ministrations on your tits and settle himself between your soft thighs, but it's in vain. matty simply continues to mouth his way down your body, kissing down your sternum and all over your bump (which, admittedly, you do find very sweet even in your horny state); only once he's done this does he pay any mind to the dark green fabric covering the place you want him most.

"fuck, sweetheart," matty sighs, rubbing your soft thighs and teasing his fingertips along the waistband of your underwear. "can see how fucking wet you are already. is it all for me, angel? tell me."

you nod furiously. "all for you, always all for you."

"good girl," matty smiles, placing a kiss to your inner thigh before peeling your panties down, throwing them somewhere in the sunlight-dappled room. he reattaches his lips to your thigh, leaving another hickey and you moaning his name, while his index finger glides up your slit to collect some of your wetness - suddenly, matty's leaning over you, bringing the same finger to your lips. "taste yourself for me, darlin'."

fuck. without breaking eye contact with your husband, you take his finger into your mouth, moaning at the tang of your own arousal on your tongue, hollowing your cheeks around the digit and swirling your tongue across the tip, before releasing matty's finger with a pop. you smile radiantly up at the love of your life, watching you with lust-heavy eyes, and you speak. "yummy."

"jesus christ, you're such a slut. i fucking love it," matty laughs in disbelief, before kissing you again. as he does, the finger that was just in your mouth makes its way between your legs again, ghosting over your clit before teasing your entrance. "and i love fucking you. can i, now, with my fingers?"

"please, please."

"so polite, even when you're so fucking desperate for me. alright, sweetheart, i'll give you what you want."

with that, matty settles himself between your thighs, and - without warning - thrusts two fingers into you, moving them at a rapid pace. you whine at the sudden pleasure coursing through your body, clenching around matty's fingers and clawing at the bedsheets beneath you. "fuck, please don't stop, want you to make me cum."

matty lets out a huff of laughter, eyes fixated on the fingers he's repeatedly ramming and curling inside you. "oh, you wanna cum, do you? that all you want?"

whimpering out a series of "no"s, you shake your head - although, you're not sure if your husband will see the motion over the writhing of your hips and subsequent movement of the bump. "want your tongue on my clit, too."

"beg for it, then."

jesus christ.

you do as you're told, though, aching for matty to eat you out like you know he's aching to do. "god, fuck... please, baby, please - oh, holy fuck - please, need you to go down on me, need your mouth on my clit, need it to make me cum- oh, yes!"

just as impatient as you, matty starts to suck on your clit before you've even finished your wanton pleas, his fingers still pounding into you. he moans into you at the taste, the hum reverberating through your body and bringing you closer to your quickly approaching orgasm, then flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue - deft, rhythmic strokes you soon recognise as letters, your husband spelling out his name on the most intimate part of your body. whether it's because of your realisation or the motion itself, you don't know, but you immediately feel the white-hot pleasure in your lower body begin to grow rapidly and make your legs jerk involuntarily. "shit, matty, m'close, m'so fucking close. can i cum? please?"

matty pulls his mouth from you to speak; his left hand replaces it on your clit, while his right continues thrusting into you. he looks like sex itself, cheeks red and glistening with your wetness, dark eyes hungry. "do it."

you don't need much more encouragement - even without your husband's hands deftly working on your core, the sheer sight of him and the rasp of his command could tip you over the edge into bliss. with a cry of his name, your body goes rigid and then shakes uncontrollably as your orgasm hits, matty moaning in harmony with you as he feels you clench and then cum on his fingers. he pulls them out of you and into his mouth, eyes closing in ecstasy as he does; when they reopen, they flick to make contact with yours in a wink. then, just as the aftershocks of your climax are beginning to peter out, matty ducks his head back down to your centre and licks into your entrance, turning the epicurean geiger counter in your body back up to an eleven in one fell swoop.

you gasp at the sensitivity, reaching down as best you can to grab a handful of greying curls, but your efforts are futile; matty locks his arms around your thighs in a vice grip and continues to essentially make out with your cunt, nose bumping beautifully against your clit as he tongue-fucks you to another rapidly approaching orgasm. because you're still recovering from the first one, this climax builds so quickly within you that you don't even have time to warn matty - he knows you're about to cum, though, from the way your legs go from shaking to clamping around his head (something he's told you on more than one occasion that he absolutely loves) and your moans become stuttered, shallower, sexier. so he keeps his motions up, only stopping once he feels your wetness soak his face and hears you scream his name, your legs loosening and trembling slightly on the silky sheets.

after wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and stretching his slightly-sore jaw, matty pulls himself up from between your legs and rests on one arm beside you, leaning over to kiss you deeply. "my good girl. how are you feeling? are you still comfy? do you need a little break?"

panting, you beam up at your husband, matching his lovestruck gaze with your own. "i'm feeling like i want you to fuck me now."

matty laughs, kissing your nose. "you're insatiable, missus."

"and you love it."

"i really do," matty smiles, shifting to hover on his knees above you. "position still good for you?"

"yeah, darlin'," you say, making a little kissy face at matty - he makes one in return, pressing his lips to yours in a little peck - and bringing your hands to pull down the waistband of his boxers; matty quickly takes over, yanking them off and leaving you both naked. "now fuck me hard, please."

"mmm, alright," matty smirks, running the head of his hard cock up and down your folds and teasing it at your entrance. "but remember - you asked for it."

his cock is inside you as soon as he finishes talking, both of you groaning as matty bottoms out - yours quickly turns to a whine as he begins to thrust into you, deep, hard strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your head. the sight of you so fucked out - tits bouncing with every thrust, hands clinging to the metal bars of the headboard, mouth agape and jaw quivering - makes matty moan too. "fuck, look at you, taking my cock so perfectly like the good little slut you are. you were fucking made for me, weren't you?"

you can't even answer, too caught up in how good your husband fucking you feels to remember how to talk. matty, who never misses an opportunity to be ever so slightly sadistic, isn't letting you get away with staying wordless. "answer me, baby."

"mhmm," you manage to croak out, whimpering as a particular thrust hits a particularly good spot inside you. "yours."

"gonna prove it and cum for me again, angel?" matty pants, grabbing your ankles and holding your legs in the air for leverage so he can continue to hit that one perfect spot inside you. "gonna cum all over my cock, and make me cum too? make me fill you up again?"

whining again, you nod furiously. the two previous climaxes have loosened your body up so much that you can feel your third hurtling towards you already - you just need matty to keep up his thrusts for a tiny little bit longer. "don't stop, please, keep fucking me. m'almost there."

"yeah? me too, sweetheart," matty breathes, his thrusts continuing, but getting slightly shallower. "fuck, i'm close. you wanna cum together?"

"please."

"ok, darlin', whatever you want," your husband smiles dazedly. leaning forward slightly again, his right hand leaves its place on your ankle to take up its original residence on your clit, circling in time with the thrusts. "let go for me, whenever you're ready. c'mon, sweetheart, come on my cock."

you're not sure what triggers it - matty's words, his hand on your clit, his relentless fucking, the way he looks at you like you hung the moon, or a combination of everything - but, as if on cue, your third orgasm of the morning hits you. and it hits hard, sending your eyes and head back and your back arching off the bed in sheer pleasure; so hard, in fact, that it triggers matty's orgasm, signified by a guttural cry of your name and a feeling of pure warmth in your core as he finishes inside you.

again, your husband pulls out of you quickly and licks a flat stripe up your core. this time, though, he's back hovering over you within seconds, tapping your lips with two fingers. instinctively, you open your mouth, and matty spits the mixture of your respective releases onto your tongue; you swallow obligingly without comment nor question, earning you a radiant smile, an affectionate "slut", and a soft, lazy kiss.

you pull away reluctantly from matty's lips, bringing a hand to caress his slightly stubbly jaw. "thank you. i love you."

"i love you too, darlin'," matty nuzzles into your hand cutely, a total contrast to the way he was fucking you mere minutes ago. "what a way to start the morning, yeah? proper workout, that."

"well, i did need a way to work off all that extra pasta the little nonnas in the restaurants keep force-feeding me," you giggle. "'for the bambino' my arse. they're just trying to get us not to leave!"

"i think i could stay here, you know," matty ponders, absentmindedly smoothing your hair. "you, me, baba, in this town, in this bed, just snuggling our days away."

"that sounds dreamy."

"yeah," matty sighs, pecking your lips again. "we don't have plans until dinner tonight - wanna practice staying here and snuggling for a few hours?"

"nah."

"what? why?"

"because," you sigh, rubbing your stomach. "baba's woken up and she'd decided it's time for me to piss again."

matty snorts. "impeccable timing. i think she gets that from me. remember that time i-"

"matty, i love you, i really do, but i do need you to shut up and help me to the bathroom now, please."

"alright, alright. whatever you need, wifey."

[liesmyth]

Okay this is weirdly specific and obvs if the answer requires doxing yourself don't answer but hjdkfg fave places to go running at? I started going on more walks and it's so fun to explore the local space!!

no worries! I'm very alright with telling people I live in Rome, a city of 3 million people. you can all have that for free etc. (actually, I'm very braggy about it. borderline obnoxious, ngl. Think the Italy equivalent of a New Yorker)

Also!!! I LOVE THIS QUESTION SO MUCH. It made me go through Strava history and dig some running pic I took.

the appia antica route!

if you (generic you) are ever in Rome, there's a lovely green area along the old Appia way that's great for running but also for picnics. My favourite local road race (coming up next month!!) is partly along that route and it's SO beautiful. It's one of those places that make you feel you're genuinely grateful you have a body to move around in and experience the wind and the sun and the mosquitoes in your teeth and the achy calves from doing a few km on cobblestones. It's a very large green area (Appia Antica / Parco degli Acquedotti / Parco di Tor Fiscale / Parco della Caffarella) and there are so many fun trails and paths.

Lungotevere / centro storico swag

Sometimes u (me) gotta flex and be like "oh, look, I live in Rome" and just plot your long run so that you end up by the Vatican or whatever. There's a route along the Tiber river that's technically a bike lane but it's large enough to run safely, and it's really fun for Sunday runs / whenever you have a bit of time to actually get there.

There are other really great running spots in central Rome like any of the parks (Villa Borghese, Villa Ada etc. and EYE don't really do it often but it's very nice)

Here's a pic! Not mine

Country roads take me home etc — Castelli Romani

Hilly towns just outside the city that have veeery fun trails and countryside views! You have to actually get there so it's a bit involved, and then once you're there you're like "why the fuck did I think running up a hill was a good idea?" but if you DO like running up hills, it's fun. I like going in the summer for longer runs and I don't bring any snacks just absolutely gorge myself on blackberries from the bushes.

My beloved neighbourhood run.

I love walking out of the door and just going for it! It's very entertaining as far as "neighbourhood routes" go. It's a decently safe area, I can stay well clear of cars, there's a car park I can do sprints in (and, occasionally, will see people fucking in cars, as one does) and some green. I wish it had a bit more elevation, but there's a stretch of road that's decently hilly so I can't complain + there are some VERY interesting characters and sights. Alas, it's within sniffing distance of a bakery AND a steakhouse, so there isn't a time of the day I can run at without getting hungry along the way, but I don't mind — I have been known to plot a route so that I finish right in front of a bakery for breakfast.

no landmark photos for obvious reasons but here are some cute birdies I saw running a few weeks ago

Holiday run!

One thing I really love to do on holiday is go run around a new city / any place I've never been in, and exploring new places while I'm at it. Some of my most beloved holiday memories are of running early in the morning in new places. Sometimes it backfires horribly and you end up on a muddy path at six thirty AM with water in your shoes and frantically trying to match your phone GPS with that of the route you downloaded yesterday, but it's usually worth it. These are a few photos I had on my phone — the beach is somewhere along lake Garda, and it's been years and I still remember that run with a lot of fondness. Also, another time I got lost in the middle of nowhere in Tuscany and ended up chatting with an incredibly MILFy American tourist who was also out running and that too is a fond memory... anyway. Holiday runs my beloved

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Par cette touchante histoire, on peut dire que les enfants savent faire les plus beaux cadeaux du coeur, et par ce biais-là, nous offrir de très belles leçons.

La boite à baisers

Il y a longtemps, un père punit sa fille de 3 ans pour avoir inutilement dépensé un rouleau de papier doré. A l'époque, l'argent se faisait rare et il ne put supporter qu'elle utilise le papier pour décorer une boîte à cadeau...

Le lendemain matin, l'enfant apporta la boîte à son père en lui disant :

"Papa, c'est pour toi !"

Embarrassé, le père regretta sa trop vive réaction qui, cependant, ne fit que doubler lorsqu'il découvrit que la boîte était vide.

"Est-ce-que tu ne sais pas que dans un paquet-cadeau, il doit toujours y avoir quelque chose ?"

Les yeux remplis de larmes, la petite regarda son père et lui dit : "Mais papa, la boîte n'est pas vide, je l'ai remplie de baisers, juste pour toi !"

Profondément ému, prenant l'enfant dans ses bras, l'homme implora son pardon.

Il garda la précieuse boîte pendant toute sa vie...et chaque fois que l'amertume, le découragement, la tristesse l'assaillaient, il prenait la boîte, en retirait un baiser imaginaire et se rappelait tout l'amour que sa fille y avait mis...

Il est donné à chacun de nous, de disposer d'une boîte dorée.

Une boîte remplie d'amour : l'amour inconditionnel de nos proches, de notre famille, de nos ami(e)s, d'inconnus, de l'infini...Mais, souvent étourdis et aveugles, nous ne voyons guère ce qu'il y a dedans...

Puisse ce temps étoilé ouvrir nos coeurs aux boîtes remplies de lumières (souvent imperceptibles...) qui inondent notre vie !

Des baisers bénis sur votre dimanche, chers ami(e)s...💋🙏💋

Soyez heureux et prenez soin de vous ! 🫶

[aiteanngaelach]

Heavy garda presence and 11 arrests as hundreds of anti-immigration protesters march through Dublin (msn.com)

?????

"A little boy of around six-years-old led a chant at one point, standing with his father, on an elevation opposite Custom House.

“Ireland for the Irish,” at which his father beamed and the crowd responded back with the same chant.

While a little girl of around nine asked her dad why they were at the protest on O’Connell Street and he told her, “This is because of all the undocumented men.”

A black couple observed the protest outside the Custom House, as members of the Freedom Party spoke over a tannoy, that much of the back of the crowd couldn’t make out.

The couple looked uncomfortable as they realised what the protest was about.

A man handed out copies of The Irish Patriot, a free newspaper, with a cover story reading “Censors And The Tans,” and “Imposing the New Plantation”.

The front cover story featured a photograph of Leo Varadkar and stated "Increasing police heavy handed was against peaceful protesters is giving a vicious twist to Ireland’s asylum crisis”.

Another front page story was “Schools Brainwashing” and “Activism For Ireland. Exposing the asylum scam”.

Within the centre pages was a free “Ireland is Full” poster and on page 3, was the headline “The truth about gay conversion therapy”.

A heavy garda presence monitored the right wing protest as it snaked its way round the north city and a garda helicopter hovered overhead.

Even some protesters were surprised by how many had turned out from communities, including Coolock and Finglas.

There was visible anger displayed during the protest, particularly at Government housing policies, and chants such as “Ireland for the Irish”, and “House the Irish, not the world”, were sung, as well as nationalist Irish songs.

The Irish Independent estimates around 500 to 700 people attended the anti-immigration protest and there were many families, women and children, as well as groups of men."

^^^^ Quote from the article

[mothmiso]

Lake Garda (2) (3) by Scouse Smurf

Via Flickr:

(1) Sirmione (2) Malcesine (3) Limone     

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1973 – A car bomb exploded in Sackville Place, Dublin, and killed one person and injured 17 others.

At 3:08pm, a male caller rang the telephone exchange in Exchequer Street, Dublin, with the following bomb warning: “Listen love, there is a bomb in O’Connell Street at the Bridge”. Although the call was placed from a coin box in the Dublin area, the exact location was never determined. The telephonist immediately contacted the Garda Síochána. The streets of central Dublin were more crowded than…

[greenapricot]

2023 fic year in review

Doing my 2023 fic year in review in February bc that's how things are going in 2024 so far.

Total number of fic: 5 (1 still in progress)

Total word count: 24,217

Fandoms written in: Lewis (3), Endeavour (1), Our Flag Means Death (1)

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? Less. Though I didn't really have any specific expectations about quantity, just that I wanted to write things I enjoyed writing regardless of the reception, as opposed to past years when I was fixated on the idea of writing a certain amount of fic per month. 2023 felt much more relaxed writing-wise and I'm also about halfway through a super self-indulgent fic that is probably going to end up being around 20k and I'm very pleased with that.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? The Names of All the Winds (Lewis, James/Robbie, magical realism au, alternate meeting). The aforementioned fic that's half done. I am having so much fun reliving my own holiday on Lake Garda by sending slightly alternate universe Robbie and James there and also writing magical realism which I hadn't done in a while.

Did you take any writing risks this year? I wouldn't call it a risk exactly, but Patterns Unfamiliar (Lewis, James/Robbie, hurt/comfort) was a fun challenge. My writing is usually very visual and it was interesting to have to describe what was happening in the story when the POV character was in complete darkness.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Finish TNoAtW, which I'm actively working on and hope to manage by the end of March.

And I've said this the last two years running, but I really do want to finish the sequel to Lead me wild to your dark roads my Lewis/Shetland xover (currently titled The last place we left off). I did do a fair amount of work on it before I entered the fic challenge that spawned TNoAtW, and wrote a good portion of the Shetland fic interlude that I've realized needs to go between the two stories. So both of those are next in line after TNoAtW.

Then there's the Blackbeard's Building & Renovation fic idea that was spawned in discord, in which Ed is a builder and Stede an interior decorator (each with their own crews) and they are both hired to work on the same house at the same time. Some kind of OFMD/Grand Designs-ish fusion. And, as ever, those three Lewis casefics that are mostly plotted and not anywhere close to completion.

Most popular story of the year? One thing at a time (Lewis, James/Robbie). It was spring, I had allergies, so I wrote a fic in which James had allergies. It seems to resonate with folks :D

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Nothing like poetry (Endeavour, post-s6 Ronnie Box angst). It has the least number of comments and kudos, but I don't actually think it's under-appreciated. Ronnie Box ruminating on the terrible mess his life is post-s6 is just very niche.

Most fun story to write: TNoAtW for all the reasons I mentioned above and adding my own photos to it. And it remains fun.

Most unintentionally telling story: I should probably make up another question to go here bc I never have a good answer for this, but The Most Remarkable Thing (OFMD, Ed/Stede, domestic fluff) was basically me putting my love of gardening and living a quiet life in the woods into fic form.

Biggest disappointment: I wouldn't say it was a disappointment, but I really did think I was going to finish the Lead me wild sequel in 2023. I think I'll finally finish it in 2024 though (this time for sure).

Biggest surprise: TNoAtW growing into what looks like it will be the third longest fic I've ever written.

Tagging people just for the fun of it (no pressure though): @bryndeavour, @thankyouforbeingsowrong, @vita-s-west, @mcgstarroar, @mr-iskender, @ronniebox

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day 3: the high garda

dedicated guards of the library (they all commit treason)

glain’s hair is a lot shorter here than my older drawing of them, i imagine they prefer it shorter but it grew out due to months of like. being on the run

@tgl-fandom-events

[thatndginger]

bound

break

nightmare

pain

This sounds like the start of an emo poem but its just a writeblr ask

This is gonna be the best emo poem ever. Also, I may have made a minor miscalculation and taken my sleepy-time cold meds like 10 minutes ago so apologies if this gets kinda incoherent by the end! I'll be answering for my boy Kerr from Shapeshifter <3

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Kerr has never been imprisoned, per se, but he did spend a fair bit of time in the local Garda station during his youth in Ireland. His rebellious phase started with smashing windows, graffiti, trespassing, and the like, and it turns out people tend to call the cops when they see a young hooligan somewhere he shouldn't be. This usually meant an hour or two of sitting in the Garda station for Kerr, waiting for his mother to show up and collect him. And since he grew up in a small town, Kerr's mother and any offended party usually came to an agreement that kept Kerr out of the courts - usually through 'community service' in benefit of the offended party.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Easy answer: hurt or kill one of his loved ones. That is by far the most reliable way to break Kerr. For as loud as he can be in general, a broken Kerr is a quiet one. No screaming or wailing, just silent tears and a blank, vacant expression. His mind would rather shut itself off than deal with the pain of reality in that moment. To date, only Kerr's mother has seen him like this. And only once.

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Drowning. All of Kerr's nightmares are about drowning. He'll never forget the way it felt - water in his lungs, clawing his way to a surface that was always just out of reach, everything turning slow and cold and dark. He doesn't talk about his nightmares much, though Jay and Warrick know they happen sometimes. When the nightmares do happen, Kerr goes for a drive on his bike alone, or tries to drag War and Jay out to drink and play if the time is right. Anything to forget how it feels to drown.

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

Kerr has a fairly high pain tolerance, so it's pretty rare for him to rate pain as 'bad'. The worst thing he's ever felt is probably the time he got into a fight with another dog shifter, didn't have time to shift himself, and ended up having to shove his own arm into the dog's mouth to keep it from tearing out his throat. It took ages for the wounds to heal - not helped in the least by Kerr's phobia of needles that kept him from getting actual stitches - and he was left with some pretty deep scars on his right forearm. (Warrick jokes that it makes them a matching set.)

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i am utterly and unapologetically in love with tempting fate, i shall need an update very soon. but wish you a very nice journey and hope the winds are kind to you x

My apologies but you have to wait a bit longer but I promise you it will be worth the wait. I'll make it extra long with so much details you'll get lost in it. ❤️

Thank you, tomorrow morning we leave for garda lake in Italy for 3 days before I return home, so the wait is about four to five more days till I am back in business with writing till your hearts overflow 💖💖❣️❣️

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thinking of matty and girlie going on a babymoon to the beach and him not being able to keep his hands off her bump in the bikinis 😇😇😇

omg this reminded me of the "i'd rather jump in your bones" fic! not quite the beach, but you have a little paddle in lake garda and catch some sun in your bikini; you're halfway through your pregnancy, which means the bump is still mostly cute and not totally awkward yet, so you're quite comfortable. matty's just in awe of you, actually - he had the really cute idea of getting a polaroid camera and a scrapbook to document baba's journey to birth lmao, so he's snapping pics of you constantly and just saying "christ, you're perfect" over and over. and of course, he's feeling the love, so he's taking every opportunity to kiss and hug and hold you; particularly, hold your boobs, if you're alone, or your bump, if you're... literally anywhere lmao. he comes up behind you while you're paddling (you can hear the camera click and him humming something) to rest his head on your shoulder and rest his arms under the bump, and you just sink back into him so contentedly like "hi, my love. how are you?", and matty smiles (you can hear this) and says "got my girls, so i'm perfect". and then later, you end up lying against his chest on the sunlounger, reading aloud one of the novels you loved when you were a kid (to baba!), with his hands resting on the bump and tracing little patterns into it as he listens. matty makes a lot of jokes about the fact he's gonna miss "his armrest" when dylan arrives, but it's alright - they'll be preoccupied holding both of his girls and keeping them safe, anyway <3

[areastampa]

Desenzano del Garda, Sestino Beach. Sabato 13 Luglio. Dinner Show con lʼattrice e icona pop senza tempo Eva Robinʼs

Una splendida immagine dell'attrice.

Il Sestino Beach di Desenzano ospiterà l'Eva 3000 Summer Party il 13 luglio 2024, celebrando i suoi 10 anni e i 76 anni della rivista. La serata, organizzata da Mattia Pagliarulo, includerà spettacoli, cena a buffet e musica, con Ospite dʼonore lʼattrice e icona pop senza tempo Eva Robinʼs, oltre a molti VIP presenti e copie gratuite della rivista distribuite agli ospiti.

ll Sestino Beach di Desenzano, noto locale gestito da Puccio Gallo, Yudi Bueno e Jerry Calà e considerato la Perla del Lago di Garda, sarà la location del prossimo Eva

3000 Summer Party. Questo evento, definito da molti come "l'evento dell'estate 2024", si terrà sabato 13 luglio per celebrare due ricorrenze importanti: i 10 anni del Sestino Beach e i 76 anni della famosa rivista nazionale che dà il nome alla festa.

Eva 3000, fondato nel 1948, è un pilastro del gossip che ha accompagnato generazioni di lettori con scoop, interviste esclusive e retroscena su star e celebrità. La serata, organizzata dal press agent Mattia Pagliarulo, sarà uno spettacolo completo con momenti di canto, ballo e cabaret.

Irene Cappelletti, bella e talentuosa, sarà la presentatrice della serata, mentre la madrina sarà l'attrice e icona pop Eva Robinʼs, che si esibirà cantando per gli ospiti. L'evento inizierà alle 21 con una cena a buffet che offrirà una varietà di piatti, vini pregiati, e una scelta tra grigliata di carne o frittura di pesce, accompagnata dalla musica dal vivo di Ale Zaupa. Dalla mezzanotte alle 3, la festa continuerà all'interno del locale con la musica della deejay Paola Peroni.

Numerosi VIP sono attesi, tra cui il conduttore Valerio Merola, il ballerino Milton Morales, l'ex attrice hard Luana Borgia, il vincitore di Masterchef 9 Antonio Lorenzon, l'attore Alberto Petrolini, la cantante Wanda Fisher, l'attrice comica Giusy Zenere, la showgirl Sylvie Lubamba e molti altri ospiti a sorpresa.

Il fotografo ufficiale dell'evento sarà Dino Juliani e le telecamere del programma televisivo "Is Good For You" saranno presenti per riprendere la serata. Saranno anche distribuite copie gratuite dell'ultimo numero di Eva 3000 ai partecipanti. Info e prenotazioni +39 329 2472452​.

Link: https://www.sestinobeach.it

Foto Archiovio Sestino Beach di Sabato Franco

[tulisanditaputri]

Bolehkah Aku Hamil?

Sebuah cerita nyata tentang pasien perempuan belia. Usianya 14 tahun, baru saja mendapatkan datang bulan yang pertama. Datang ke puskesmas ditemani ibunya. Sekilas tak ada yang tampak berbeda dan masih terlihat seperti bocah biasa. Alangkah terkejutnya, mengetahui bocah belia tersebut ingin memeriksakan kondisi janin yang tengah dikandungnya.

Benar saja, saat dilakukan pemeriksaan USG, tampak jelas janin mungil berusia 14 minggu. Bocah tersebut diam, tak pernah berkata apa pun saat ditanya. Hanya sang ibu yang berusaha menjawabnya.

Bayangkan, apa yang bisa dilakukan seorang bocah kelas 2 SMP saat hamil dan melahirkan. Fisiknya belum matang, terlebih mental dan pikirannya. Sekolahnya pun terpaksa dihentikan. Masa depannya masih panjang. Namun, pengaruh apa yang membuat dia berani melakukan. Sungguh pemandangan yang tidak diharapkan.

Masih seputar perempuan. Jika sebelumnya membahas tentang pentingnya pemeriksaan saat hamil dan bersalin di fasilitas kesehatan. Kali ini, kita akan membahas perkara sebelum terjadi kehamilan. Untuk apa melulu soal perempuan menjadi pusat pembahasan? Tidak lain dan tidak bukan semua ditujukan demi menurunkan angka kematian.

Syarat pertama layak hamil adalah perempuan harus terlebih dulu dinikahi secara sah di mata hukum dan agama. Berikutnya, dilakukan skrining layak hamil sebagai upaya pelayanan kesehatan sebelum hamil. Mengapa harus diskrining? Mengapa tidak semua perempuan layak untuk hamil? Jawabnya, karena setiap perempuan memiliki kondisi kesehatan yang berbeda. Berikut beberapa pertimbangan apakah seorang perempuan layak hamil, tidak, atau ditunda.

1. Usia

Usia merupakan faktor penentu kesehatan pada ibu hamil. Usia optimal untuk hamil berada di kisaran 20 sampai dengan 35 tahun. Usia yang terlalu muda (di bawah 20 tahun) dan terlalu tua (di atas 35 tahun) merupakan salah satu faktor risiko timbulnya komplikasi pada ibu hamil. Masih ingat kisah nyata tadi? Usianya tak layak untuk hamil dan melahirkan. Kesehatannya menjadi taruhan.

2. Kondisi gizi

Status gizi merupakan penentu apakah perempuan layak hamil atau tidak. Perempuan dengan status gizi kurang dan anemia, wajib untuk mendapatkan terapi pemulihan gizi terlebih dahulu sebelum hamil. Anemia dan kekurangan gizi pada ibu hamil dapat meningkatkan risiko pertumbuhan janin terhambat, serta berat bayi lahir rendah.

3. Penyakit penyerta

Kondisi kesehatan ibu juga harus menjadi fokus perhatian utama. Khususnya ibu dengan riwayat penyakit penyerta, contohnya tekanan darah tinggi, kencing manis, dan asma. Sebelum hamil, harus dilakukan tata laksana menyeluruh terhadap penyakit yang diderita.

Hamil dan melahirkan memang tugas perempuan, tetapi laki-laki harus menjadi garda terdepan. Sayangi perempuanmu yang harus bertarung nyawa demi hamil dan melahirkan.

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