#happy birthday paddy

[savethegrishaverse]

For our next twitter party, we want to wish the happiest of happy birthdays to one Patrick Gibson with the hashtag #HappyBirthdayPaddy! Come prepared with your best tweets, questions, comments, gifs, memes, and more. Let's make some noise! 🗣️

#SaveShadowAndBone and #SixOfCrowsSpinoff TWEETING PARTY 4/19 at 12PM! Come check it out here!

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Only use three hashtags.

Enjoy and be engaging with your tweets! Keep sharing! Timezones under read more.

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ALL TIMEZONES: Friday, Apr 19: 9am PST 10am MST 11am CST 12pm EST 2pm -03 5pm GMT 6pm CET 8pm MSK 9pm +04 10:30pm IST

Saturday, Apr 20: 1am CST 2am JST 4am AEST 6am NZST

[cristalbeesnow]

[adamruz]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK JOHN FLUEGER

DECEMBER 10TH, 1983

I saw Braveheart in 7th grade. I fell asleep for about two years to that tape on repeat...that tape, cassette tape in my player. And I would lay in bed and play out scenes in my mind or scenes in my bed and umm I don't know. It affected me in such a way that I was like if I could gift this to other people...

[flippityflaps]

Happy bday, puppy prince!💕🥳

[charmac]

18 Years of Abysmal Service

Paddy's Pub + shitty bar reviews 1/?

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 6, 2021 10:00 p.m. goat soap palace

🎂🤍✨🎆

[powderblueblood]

hey just made a massive print order of zines just under the cunting wire for this cunting market i have next week everybody clap/someone use a summoning spell to get that munson motherfucker to crack my back thanks BITCH

[madamewalburga]

Walburga rarely goes out these days. The war is still raging, and anybody who had half a mind would rather stay in the safety of their homes. Not that she’s scared, no. She just doesn’t have any face left to show society after everything her sons did.

Regulus, that spineless fool, defected from the Dark Lord after years of being one of His louder fanatics and has been murdered for it, after weeks of hiding. Add to that the fact that Sirius has always been openly against the Dark Lord, going as far to defy him publicly with Potter and their silly little gang of mudbloods and misfits. Oh, all the stories people have fabricated about her boys. The ridiculous amount of leering and jeering from the other Houses.

Even Kreacher has been ordered to only use the back door for the past two years.

But no matter. Today is special.

It truly must have been the war and the amount of people dying, but ever since Regulus’ funeral two years ago, Sirius has agreed to meet every now and then. Albeit very reluctantly. But still. Walburga must do what it takes to ensure the bloodline perseveres.

Their meetings are either very uneventful or extremely loud. Understandably, since they have always been the pair who has both understood and rejected each other deeply and passionately. But they get through it. Sirius has stopped deliberately wolfing down his meals like an animal, and has started to fix his posture now. Walburga doesn’t chastise him as much for his poorer choices in life as thanks.

Today is October 31st and Walburga is out and about in Horizont Alley at evening, shopping for the first time in months. She has not seen her eldest for a long time since Potter’s son was born. But it would be his twenty-second birthday in a few days and he has agreed to have dinner together at Grimmauld (they never eat at Grimmauld. Always at the other houses). Something about James being unavailable. No matter. It might be a simple dinner but it must be something worthy of her heir. A gift too! Plus, Walburga has already resolved to not remind him of his responsibilities or ask to get rid of that stupid muggle bike. Most importantly, not ask him about the Potters especially the baby he’s so deeply fond of.

Walburga’s last stop was the stationery store, to grab some gift wrappers. Kreacher asked if he should buy a copy of the evening paper since it looks like it’s selling out.

“An owl will deliver a copy to Grimmauld, Kreacher.”

“But Mistress, they say that the Dark Lord has been finally defeated—”

Walburga turned sharply. “What?”

“—and they’re all saying the Potter’s boy name! Calling him The Boy Who Lived!”

True enough, whispers of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, ring through the streets. There are no talks about his parents.

Kreacher reports that all the papers have been sold out, so they quickly apparated home and summoned the paper to read it.

“…Harry Potter, one-year old, is the first ever person to survive the Killing Curse. His parents James (21) and Lily (21) Potter were both found dead at their residence at Godric’s Hollow…”

James Potter… found dead…

Walburga ran as fast as she could to the Floo network and tried to call every person that might know where her son is. Nothing. She scanned every inch of the Prophet for any mention of her firstborn. Nothing.

All night long, Walburga traveled from one Black property to another, to every known location Sirius has ever been to see with her own eyes that her boy is alive.

Nothing.

She anxiously waited for the morning paper to arrive, praying for some news about her son.

And there he is.

Front page.

Murderer of twelve. Voldemort’s spy. Traitor to his most beloved people.

His family of choice, he called them.

Sirius Black Locked up in Azkaban for Life!

Walburga got up from her seat, and moved towards the coffee table. With trembling hands, she started wrapping the presents she would never be able to give.

[crazykuri]

[eoinmcgonigal]

Unit: 1 SAS Commanding Officer: Lt. R. Barb

WAR DIARY or DIMINISHED

Place: AO3

Date: 17 Aug 2023

Summary of Events and Information: Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal

Canon Divergent, Eoin McGonigal Lives, Amnesia, Injury, Capture, Happy Ending

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A British officer finds himself in an Italian hospital, with no idea who he is.

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For @dukesoakedoats

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Remarks: Safe for Work, No Archive Warnings Apply

Reference to Appendix: Appendix 230817/D

[dukesoakedoats]

Eoins hermit

A birthday gift for my friend @eoinmcgonigal

[sothisisablog]

Hozier releasing new music on St Paddy’s day is the most Irish thing this man has ever done and I love him for it.

[im-just-a-peach]

Thank you for the present on your birthday, good sir! 🥰☘️☘️🎁

lá breithe shona duit, Hozier !

Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona duit! Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!!! ☘️

[bobbydcustoms]

So many wishes for my little princess on her sixth birthday! You are such a joy and we feel so blessed to have you in our lives. May all of your dreams come true!

[imxthexhandler]

( @patrickoharaandco )

Amelia whimpered, craning her neck up to see him down between her legs, her cheeks flushed. Shyly, she bit her bottom lip, nodding with another soft whimper before lying back down upon his bed, trying to take deep breaths, to try and control herself to hold back from her orgasm. God, she loved it when Steve edged her. It felt so damn good, made her want to just crumble, but she knew it was always more intense when Steve teased her. So even though she did want to cum already, she was going to be a ‘good girl’ for her lover.

Even though Amelia knew Steve’s real birthday wasn’t on the 4th, she sometimes played along with the gag with the other Avengers. Besides, it was an excuse to do something nice for Steve, so win-win. She handed him the small bottle, giving him a coy smile. Everyone knew her heart already belonged to Steve…but the key wasn’t just symbolic. It…may or may not also be a key to a new pair of vibranium handcuffs she wanted to try out in bed with him.

[bsd-bibliophile]

Happy Birthday Miyazawa Kenji-sensei!

To celebrate Miyazawa Kenji’s birthday here are his top three quotes from my blog:

Quote #3:

"That night, when the moon was near to sinking behind the western mountain range, it peeked its face out just enough from the bank of black clouds to fill the field with a last bit of dull, ashen light. The bare winter trees, the railroad ties, and the utility poles were all fast asleep. Only the sound of what could have been either the far-off blowing of the wind or the gurgling of a brook remained."

- Miyazawa Kenji, “Signal and Signal-less” from Night on the Galactic Railroad and Other Stories from Ihatov

Quote #2:

Be not defeated by the rain, Nor let the wind prove your better. Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer.

Be strong in body. Unfettered by desire. Not enticed to anger. Cultivate a quiet joy. Count yourself last in everything. Put others before you. Watch well and listen closely. Hold the learned lessons dear.

A thatch-roof house, in a meadow, nestled in a pine grove’s shade.

A handful of rice, some miso, and a few vegetables to suffice for the day.

If, to the East, a child lies sick: Go forth and nurse him to health. If, to the West, an old lady stands exhausted: Go forth, and relieve her of burden. If, to the South, a man lies dying: Go forth with words of courage to dispel his fear. If, to the North, an argument or fight ensues: Go forth and beg them stop such a waste of effort and of spirit.

In times of drought, shed tears of sympathy. In summers cold, walk in concern and empathy.

Stand aloof of the unknowing masses: Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a “Great Man”.

This is my goal, the person I strive to become.

- Miyazawa Kenji, ”Be not Defeated by the Rain”

Quote #1:

You who go through rice paddies in the rain, you who hurry toward leviathan woods, you who walk into the gloom of clouds and mountains, fasten up your raincoat, damn it.

- Miyazawa Kenji, “Traveler” from Miyazawa Kenji: Selections