#irish cobb

[ayyyden-main]

what she sniffin for........

[twistingtreeancestry]

Irish Lineage

Image Description: An old black and white photo likely from the 1920s to the 1960s of Isaac Bales "Brov" Hyde Sr. standing next to a vehicle [I'm currently attempting to ID it].

Image by I. B. A.

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This is my 2nd great-grandfather, Isaac Bales "Brov" Hyde, Sr.

Isaac's great-grandmother (my 5th) was Ellender Greer Cobb, the last of this line born in Ireland (no place specified).

So far, I have one missing link preventing me from definitively connecting myself to Ellender. I've proven with documentation that I'm descended from her alleged son, David Cobb. However, when attempting to connect David to Ellender the evidence is, at best, circumstantial.

Even if I never find concrete proof of Irish ancestry, I'll always have a deep love and respect for the Irish, their cultures, and their heritage. I'll always be grateful for growing up with Irish influences around me from immigrating to the same areas in Louisiana as my confirmed Acadian ancestors.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Rain Thompson McKinney

Voice Claim: (Halston Sage) https://youtu.be/WoE8XbHS6Ag?si=3EaHDmDkV172rvBk&t=17

Partner(s): None. Parents: Samuel Cullman-Thompson & Raven McKinney. Siblings: She has a bunch, and loves that she's born into a big family. Age: Immortal, but translates to start-mid 20’s Kids: None Birthday: 9th of November. Height: 169cm (5.5) Body type: Slim but with a bit of curves. Eye color: Light gray with light cocoa around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon/Wolf shifter/Shapeshifter Known powers: Shape shifting, healing by touch, light manipulation. Extrasensory perception (Extrasensory perception, also known as a sixth sense, or cryptaesthesia, is a claimed paranormal ability pertaining to reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses, but sensed with the mind)

About: Kind, Adaptable, Gentle, Neat, Imaginative, Amiable, Balanced, Creative, Independent, Patient, Helpful, Empathetic, Organized, Playful, Sensitive, Modest, Logical and Genuine. ~ Quite elegant. ~ Bi. ~ Has long white hair ~ Has very soft skin. ~ Half Irish, but doesn't speak with an accent. ~ Addicted to apple juice. ~ Can Shapeshift to a white wolf. ~ Enjoys meeting new people, but is actually very quiet. She just prefers to listen over talking. ~ Doesn't do drugs or alcohol. ~ Is just a really sweet person. ~ Works as a dog walker and dogsitter. ~ Smells like soft warm freshly washed cotton. ~ Dislikes yelling and screaming. ~ Very good cook, and loves cooking for neighbors. ~ Temp at a retirement home ~ Very close to her parents. ~ Very spiritual. ~ The McKinney clan calls her the 'sweet tame demon' as she's said to be the sweetest of all the clan members. ~ Loves to stay at home, listening to loud music while cooking. ~ Gets up with the sunrise every day. ~ Plant enthusiast, but she prefers them outside. ~ Would never eat McDonalds but loves Burger King. ~ Dreams of becoming an actress. ~ Dislikes cabbage and eggplants. It's a texture thing. ~ Is sensitive, but not emotional. ~ Loves dogs, sunrise, her family and friends, rain, Autumn, Winter, Ireland, ponies/horses, antique shopping, up-cycling old furniture, thrift shops, sugar coated almonds, apple juice, licorice, cookies, crispy Autumn leaves, clean sheets, anything vanilla flavored, strawberries and cream, hot cocoa with marshmallows, pigs, salads, honeydew melon, snow owls, chilly starry nights and warm socks. ~ Always wears feminine light fabric clothes. ~ Permanently cold feet. Rain’s tag Rain’s house/home Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Hollow Coves - Blessings

Personal play list: 1. Gregory Alan Isakov - Amsterdam 2. Amistat - Seasons 3. Brent Cobb - Black Creek 4. Meadows - The Only Boy Awake 5. Frances Luke Accord - Nowhere To Be Found 6. August And After - Wolves 7. Lists Autumn 8. Barn Swallow - North Swallow 9. Astronauts - You Can Turn It Off 10. Boatkeeper - So Go 11. The Arcadian Wild - Wolves Of The Revolution 12. Phoria - Saving Us A Riot 13. The Talbot Brothers - We Got Love 14. Runabay - You I Know 15. Tom Speight - Open Door

[rhapsodynew]

#Did you know that this is a cover?📌

"But we all often glorify the former, not knowing that we glorify only the latter..." (Part 2)

"Gangsta's Paradise"

But here the cover is clearly better than the original. Although the original is good, because it was composed by none other than Stevie Wonder back in 1976. Yes, the song "Gangsta's Paradise" did not immediately become a harsh rap. At first it was called "Pastime Paradise". To the same string part played on a synthesizer, Wonder sang about social problems (segregation, isolation, exploitation) and that one should not dream of paradise, but do everything to bring it closer.

However, in 1995, rapper Coolio took over the song and, together with his sidekick L.V., composed his own lyrics to the same tune - this time about "Gangster Paradise". The text came out angry, sarcastic, hopeless and fit very well into the film "Dangerous Thoughts", dedicated to disadvantaged teenagers. However, at first Wonder did not give permission to record the cover, demanding to remove obscenities from the text. Coolio fulfilled the requirement. After that, "Gangsta's Paradise" became the best-selling single of 1995, and probably the most famous rap of the 1990s.

«Over The Hills And Far Away»

The Northern Irish guitarist Gary Moore once performed not only blues "slowies", but also martial hard rock. Listen, at least, to his 1985 hit "Over The Hills And Far Away", recorded together with fellow countrymen - the folk group The CHIEFTAINS.

This song experienced a rebirth in 2001, when it was covered by the band NIGHTWISH. The author himself was not enthusiastic about the cover of the Finns - they say, nothing new - ordinary karaoke. You can't argue with this, although Tarja Turunen's pseudo-operatic vocals still deliver…

«Das Model»

Without exaggeration, the members of the RAMMSTEIN group can be called brilliant compilers of the German musical heritage: from hard metal and industrial to electronic music and even eurodiscoe. Unsurprisingly, in 1997 they paid tribute to the KRAFTWERK band by recording a cover of their song "Das Model".

The song was first released in 1978 and was a classic KRAFTWERK electronic composition with lifeless vocals and a mechanized rhythm. RAMMSTEIN added brutality and harsh guitar riffs to Das Model, but the authors didn't like this version.

«Stripped»

Another tribute to RAMMSTEIN was paid by recording a song for the tribute album of the British synthpop band DEPECHE MODE "For the Masses" (1998). The choice fell on the song "Stripped" ("Naked"), in which natural beauty was contrasted with the urban landscape. The song became a track on DEPECHE MODE's album "Black Celebration" (1986), and was also released as a single, which reached number 15 in Britain.

RAMMSTEIN made a very decent version, without spoiling the original at all. But it caused a resonance not so much by itself, but thanks to the scandalous clip. After all, archival footage from Leni Riefenstahl's film, shot for the 1936 Olympics, held in Nazi Germany, was used there.

«Tainted Love»

Surely there will be those for whom the song "Vicious Love" is associated with the "scarecrow" Marilyn Manson. But it became a worldwide hit in 1981, performed by another synth-pop duo SOFT CELL.

The song has been waiting for its hour for a very long time - since 1964! At first, composer and producer Ed Cobb wrote it specifically for his ward, the aspiring black singer Gloria Jones. However, "Tainted Love" was pushed onto the second side of the single, and no one noticed the song (however, as well as the song on the first side). But even in the original recording it sounded great - it was such a very energetic soul with a memorable rhythmic hook.

SOFT CELL made the song a new electronic arrangement and slowed down the tempo, which made it sound more menacing. Also, due to the fact that the original was sung from a female face, in the line "I gave you everything a girl can give", it was necessary to replace "girl" with "guy". As a result, according to the apt remark of one critic, "Tainted Love" began to resemble a song by an "offended homosexual." Nevertheless, Gloria Jones herself praised the cover, saying that she liked it more than her own version.

As for the 2001 version of Marilyn Manson, there was nothing special new there. Except for a more sinister performance and a clip with vicious girls.

https://youtu.be/CCTBuOheUpE?si=xONtubrpBj2VSmbJ

Part 1

To be continued. ..

[aneurinallday]

Green Eyes

Chapter 12: The Party

Shortly after, the bell rang for Christmas dinner. As the guests filed into the dining hall, the sight of a banquet greeted them - not just roast turkey but duck, goose, guinea fowl, pheasant, and quail, surrounded by roasted and scalloped potatoes, steamed and caramelised vegetables, and elegant gravy boats.

Thomas sat at the head of the table, gesturing Alec to the chair on his right. Alec took his seat without question. No speech was given - the host wasn’t in the mood, simply issuing a curt nod when it was time to tuck in.

The feast turned bitter in Thomas’s mouth. To his relief, Alec seemed oblivious to the whispers and judging looks being aimed at him - he was too busy enjoying the delicious spread, encouraging Clara to try a bit of everything. While the Shelbys were preoccupied with reputation, he had eyes only for the things he loved.

After dinner were puddings, cakes, jellies, and all flavour of ice creams; followed by copious drinks. Alec went upstairs to put Clara to bed, then returned to begin the night’s entertainment. With the band at his back, he sat at the piano and sang carols beautifully - each performance followed by a flurry of polite applause while the guests chatted and played party games.

As the evening deepened and the festive mood (and alcohol) kicked in, the audience grew more enthusiastic. The rum and brandy began to flow in earnest, and the carols were replaced by popular night-club tunes. The parlour floor filled up as an impromptu quickstep began. Alec hammered the keys with more gusto, then deserted the piano altogether and joined the guests in dancing, while the rest of the band continued to play.

He capered and twirled about the dance floor, seemingly without a care in the world, flitting from partner to partner with abandon and grabbing brandy after brandy from the drinks table. Thomas stood by the fireplace and watched.

“Hey, Tom,” John said, resting an elbow on the mantelpiece. “When were you going to tell us you’ve got a new wife?”

“Is that what it looks like to you?”

“To me and everyone else. Moving a bit fast, aren’t you? How long have you known him?”

“Longer than you knew Linda when you married her.”

“Linda was never a whore, let alone a Cobb whore.”

Thomas turned to face him, blue eyes ice-cold in the firelight.

“Alec did what he had to do. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and he takes care of his kid. He deserves respect.”

John snorted.

“Oh, I bet he does. I bet he’s all sunshine and sweetness. And let me guess - he’s head over heels for you?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Mark my words, that boy learned his best tricks from Cobb. He’ll treat you like a king while picking your pockets.”

“You don’t know him. Now shut up and enjoy the fucking party.”

“Wake the fuck up, Tom,” John said, but Thomas was already walking away.

“Merry fucking Christmas, John,” Thomas said over his shoulder. Heading straight to the drinks table, he downed a shot of the first liquid he saw; but spotting Aunt Polly nearby, he dodged away.

Thomas sought refuge in the solitude of his study, surrounded by his bookshelves and paperwork. He poured himself a shot-glass of Irish whiskey, and stood by the dark window sipping it. He could see nothing but his own dim reflection on the glass, and beyond it, blackness.

Behind him, the door opened and Alec staggered in.

“There you are! I was looking for you,” he said, out of breath and flushed from exertion. “You disappeared. I was worried.”

“I needed a break.”

“How did I do, Mister Shelby? Did I embarrass you?”

“No.”

“Did I make you proud?”

“Yes. You sang very well.”

“I told you I would!”

The singer grabbed the open bottle of whiskey from Thomas’s desk and swigged it.

“That’s enough,” said Thomas. “I saw you at the drinks table earlier. You looked like you were trying to drown yourself.”

“What can I say? It was good brandy!”

Alec put the bottle down, then grasped Thomas’s arms and attempted to lead him in a waltz. Thomas humoured him for the sake of seeing his smile.

“I love you, I love you,” Alec slurred drunkenly, “I love you, Mister Shelby.”

Thomas snorted with amusement.

“You don’t mean that. You’re just happy and full of brandy.”

“Brandy doesn’t lie. I love you. I know I do.”

“And now everyone at this party knows it too.”

“I don’t care. Do you?”

Thomas’s head began to ache. He gently extricated himself from Alec’s grasp.

“Go and dance with someone else. I’m sure you can find a partner.”

“I don’t want to dance with anyone else. I want to dance with you. Why don’t you come back to the party?”

“I can’t fucking stand it out there,” Thomas said quietly, “All their faces. This party was a mistake.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve had a great time.” Alec let go of him and collapsed onto the chaise longue, his white shirt half-open. “What’s got into you?”

“I hate it here. I hate this house. I hate waking up in my bed every morning. Sometimes I even hate Charlie.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No. You’re the only fucking thing that’s good about this place. Otherwise I’d light a match and watch it all burn to the ground.”

“But what about all your nice things? All your books and suits and paintings?”

“What about them?”

Alec sighed and frowned. His brain, in its current whiskey-soaked state, wasn’t up to the task of comprehending Thomas’s mood.

“I know what you need,” he declared.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“You’re so dull sometimes. Live a little.”

“Funny coming from someone who’s barely lived at all.” The darkness began to hurt Thomas’s eyes. He downed the rest of his whiskey and turned away from the window. “You’ve got no business admonishing anyone.”

Alec sank lower onto the upholstery. He was fading rapidly.

“Come here,” he mumbled. “Come and fuck me.”

“No.”

“Don’t be a bore. I’ll make you feel better.”

“You’re drunk. Get some rest.”

“But I want you.”

Thomas approached the chaise longue and perched on its edge. He unlaced Alec’s shoes and pulled them off, placing them neatly on the floor. Alec attempted to catch hold of his hand, but missed. His arm fell limply back onto the upholstery.

“Fuck me,” he said, almost pleadingly.

“Get some rest,” Thomas repeated.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Does that make us family?”

“Are you sure you want to be a Shelby? It’s a rough life. Just ask our wives.”

“I don’t care.” Alec closed his bleary eyes. “You’re my family. You’re...”

He didn’t finish the sentence before falling asleep.

Thomas stroked his dark curls, trying to smoothe the mess.

“How did we get here?” he murmured, “I was just a customer. You were just a...You were just trying to survive. Yet here you are. Here we both are.”

Alec moaned indistinctly, but didn’t open his eyes.

“I bought this home for my Grace,” Thomas continued, “We were supposed to grow old and die here. This was supposed to be our place forever. Now it feels like a memorial. Like a tomb.”

His words went unheard, but he would never have spoken them out loud otherwise.

“I know I’m alone. But sometimes, when I’m with you, I forget. You make this place feel like a home again. You make it feel alive. You make me feel...”

He stopped himself. He removed his black dinner jacket and covered Alec warmly with it, dimmed the lamp, and left him in the peaceful quiet of the library.

[sakuramisthaven]

I want to change texture files for makeup and hair because oc. It would be sims assets because they're lowkey the same style. No I don't know how.

I could cannonically eat the girls up.

But I mean, I've been seeing lots of custom coat and mane cc lately. Like swapping model hair from horses like fresians to Irish cobbs and such. And the leaders use model swapping so

WERE SO CLOSE. Just maybe some body tweaks or texture changes-

[youroleander]

Alyssane <3 (and her trusty steed Goldenrod the Irish Cobb)

[crazyforkasey-blog]

Luck of the Irish

Some years ago I posted af few abstracts from this story, here is the full first chapter

Chapter 1

Camp McKall May 1943

I watched as Lieutenant Winters walked into the barrack he shared with his friend and fellow officer Lewis Nixon, from Nixon, New Jersey.

I was sitting on his bed watching Nixon packing his bags. After a year of putting up with Sobel and his tyranny, Nixon had requested a transfer to battalion and luck would have it, there was an open position as Battalion S2.

Another officer walked into the barrack, the new Easy 1st platoon lieutenant rumor said his name was Harry Welsh, fresh out of OCS, he had been transferred from the 504th of the 82nd airborne, to the 506th. When Welsh looked at me I looked away and got back to playing with my bracelet.

Winters nodded to the new officer and looked at his friend "So you are finally moving up to your chums at battalion staff"

"Yeah, they need some of the Nixon genius op there" Nixon replied

The new lieutenant Harry Welsh looked at the two men and then motioned towards me indicating if I could be trusted, Nixon nodded I was ok "I hear a lot of rumblings"

"Yeah Sobel, he gets jumpy and then you get killed" Nixon replied

Winters looked at the two men "If we are going to discuss this, let's do it among our self"

I noticed Sobel standing at the door to the hut and jumped to attention. Sobel gave the three officers a cold stare.

 "1st platoon Ready" Sobel asked, he noticed me and scowled, Sobel hated me fiercely, hated the fact that Sink had made me an NCO.

"Ready and in formation, ready to move out" Winters told Sobel

Sobel gave the three officers one last glare, scowled at me once more and walked out of the hut.

The men let out a collective mumble and Nixon returned to his packing.

Winters looked up at me "are you ok"

I knew I always surprised him, my ability to smile no matter what, even through all the crap Sobel had put them through, I just smiled and kept the company's morale up.

"The men are ready to move out, and I am good as always" I blushed

"Very well, move them out" Winters told me

I didn't hear him, my eyes were fixed on the new lieutenant. Winters turned and looked at Welsh, and noticed the lieutenant had a goofy smile on his face. I smiled back and when I didn't move Winters got a little flustered

"Sergeant Christensen? Sergeant dismissed" Winters told me again I snapped out of it Yeah Welsh meant trouble for me.

I saluted the officers and walked away. After about a hundred yards, I turned and looked over her shoulder, and shot the officers a million dollar smile.

When Talbert discovered my secret at Toccoa most of the men were shocked, but by then I was integrated into the company and I accumulated 150 older brothers.

I noticed Winters looked at Welsh and I heard him say "Don't even think about it"

Welsh looked at Winters "I wouldn't dream of it"

Winters just shook his head and smiled.

…..

I walked back to first platoon, Sink promoted me to platoon sergeant at Fort Benning, when we lost our sergeant to battalion staff.

I knew the men was waiting to get the order, to move out and get on the train. Liebgott, Cobb and Shifty was sitting and talking about Sobel I heard one of Them say "The way I see it, either the Krauts get him or one of us is"

Liebgott noticed his favorite platoon sergeant approach them and smiled "Well, I am always fumbling with grenades, or maybe you will take care of him for us, right Sarge?"

Shifty looked at the two men "Well the army must have put him in charge for reason"

"Yeah, cause the army wouldn't make a mistake, right Shift?" I said. I liked Shifty but he had a few things to learn about the Army

"What's the word Sarge" Liebgott asked

"Well, we have a new lieutenant and we are moving out" I sat down next to Liebgott and looked around for my twin brother Pat Christenson

Pat was the platoon's machine gunner. I loved my brother more than anything in the world and the thought of him going off to join the airborne without me just didn't sit right with me, so I bribed a doctor and cut my hair and enlisted in the airborne.

My cover as a man only lasted two weeks before my usual partner in Crime Floyd Talbert, discovered the truth.

Camp Toccoa June 1942

"Hey Christenson, are you about done here? I swear it takes you longer than a broad to get ready" Talbert threw open the door to the barrack which housed the first platoon.

"Shit" Talbert's mouth dropped open, when he saw his best friend was a woman and not a man

"Fuck, god damn Tab, have you ever hurt of knocking?" I hurried up and covered myself, this was bad, so bad. Talbert was my absolute best friend in the Company and the thought of losing his friendship killed me.

The whole Company actually had passes to go into town for the dance Saturday night and I had lurked around, waiting for the men to leave the barrack, so I could change. I had become an Expert in quick change of clothes. This time I hadn't been quick enough and poor Talbert had walked in on me changing into a button up shirt, and there had been no hiding I was in fact a woman.

Talbert looked at me "What…why…how?" was all he could say

"Easy, bribe a doctor and have your brother here to cover for you during the physicals" I dressed and walked over and patted Talbert on the cheek, "relax, everything is fine, I am still the same person I was before you walked in here 5 minutes ago, just with breasts"

Talbert was shocked, he didn't know if could keep this quiet, a woman in the paratroopers? he wasn't sure, but for tonight he would pretend everything was fine.

The night out and about town turned into a crazy one, Talbert limited me to two drinks, and I was not a happy camper, but I couldn't convince the bartender to serve me any more than my limit.

At one point during the evening Me and Pat was dancing, which wasn't a bad thing, if it wasn't for the fact that we were dancing with each other and some of the men started to question the two "brothers" sexuality

Talbert walked over tapped Pat on the shoulder, Pat turned and looked at Talbert "Hey Tab, what can I do for you?"

"Pat, I know, about your sister and I don't like it" Talbert told Pat

"Tab, I agree with you, but I can't change her mind, maybe you can, I know she likes and trusts you" Pat swayed, he had his fair share to drink and Talbert was fairly sure, he wouldn't remember their conversation tomorrow.

That made up Talbert's mind, he was going to Winters, to let him decide what should happen now.

The next day the rest of the first platoon woke up with massive hangovers, but not Floyd Talbert, he had decided to tell lieutenant Winters the truth.

The next morning Talbert knocked on Winters door, the officer was writing a letter, when he heard a knock on the door frame, he looked and noticed Talbert standing in the door looking mighty nervous.

"Private, what can I do for you?" Winters asked

"It's about sergeant Christenson" Talbert said and he continued to tell Winters everything

"Yeah that is…I'll take care of it" Winters told Talbert

…..

I was playing poker with Guarnere, Malarkey, Luz and Hoobler, when Sinks runner found me and informed me that my presence was requested at regiment HQ.

The table became quiet and I looked at my friends. I had become very close to the men in my platoon and I didn't want to leave them before I got my Jump Wings.

Things had been rough there for A few days after Talberts revealed my true gender to the rest of the company, but as soon as the guys realized nothing changed, things settled down. A few of the men still refused to talk to me, but that was ok.

I walked to Regiment HQ, on my way there I passed Nixon and Matheson,and saluted them. Nixon had a smirk on his face, but Matheson looked at me, like it was the first time he actually saw me.

I knocked on Sink office door. All I got was an "Enter", I opened the door and gathered in the office was Winters, Sobel, Strayer and Sink.

"Christenson, I hear you have some very interesting news, care to tell me?" Sink asked me

I dropped my head and then looked up I decided if I was going down, I was going down fighting "Sir, I can imagine that private Talbert told you I am a woman, so I won't even try to bull shit you, all ask is for you to allow me to continue my training so I at least will get my Jump Wings"

Sink looked at the young woman in front of him, the soldier in front of him, the soldier who had the highest marks in everything and had taken everything the army had to throw at her, and she just kept smiling and kept the morale of her company up.

"Lucky for you, some senator pencil pusher want to make an impression on the feminist groups, so I have permission to let you continue your training, but rest assured, if you fail to live up to the demands of your CO, you will be out of the airborne, private Christenson"

"Yes Sir" I saluted Sink who dismissed me

Before I left the office I looked at Winters who gave me an encouraging smile and a wink

I hurried out of the office and ran into my brother and Talbert. I shot Talbert a dirty look, but told them I was still in the army and it would take more than Sobel and me being a woman to get me to leave.

After Fort Benning I was promoted to sergeant.

On board the train on destination Sturgis, Kentucky

Swaying my way down the train, heading for Nixon, I knew he had whisky in his flask and I had every intention of 'taking advantage of him.

Nixon and I had become quite close friends after a drunken night, when Nixon had spilled the beans about his marriage, his boarding school education and the messed up relationship with his parents.

Winters and a few of the other officers frowned upon the friendship, but the two friends didn't care, they enjoyed each other's company.

I found Nixon, he was sitting beside the new lieutenant Harry and I sat down between the two, Harry who had been sleeping woke up, when someone accidently hit him in the stomach

"Oh, Oh sorry Lieutenant that was an accident" I blushed

"It's ok, it's not the first time I been hit by a woman" Harry joked

I looked at Nixon "So what do you have in your flask today?"

Nix knew then what I wanted and pulled out his flask and handed it to me, after taking a big gulp I handed it to Harry.

By the time they arrived in Sturgis, the three of us had become tipsy. I felt like I had made a new friend in Harry Welsh

[feastonkings]

barry keoghan / he/him ——— no way is that RAFFERTY ‘RAFE’ O’SHEA.. they’re a 30-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being AGGRESSIVE & CRUDE but there are some people who have seen them being STRONG & RESILIENT. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bloodied knuckles, the taste of iron and salt lingering on the tongue, holes punched in the wall, whiskey soaked laughter, and an irish accent that ebbs and flows through conversation, but that could just be because they’re considered the FIGHTING IRISH around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: rafferty desmond o’shea nicknames: ireland, mayhem (in the ring), rafe (preferred) classification: human gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him age / birthday: 30, october 18th orientations: pansexual, demiromantic occupation: underground fighter, drug dealer status: in a relationship with gilly rossi family: desmond o’shea (father, unknown), colleen brady (mother, deceased), half-siblings wc (masc) strengths: strategic, observant, resilient, strong, honest weaknesses: aggressive, crude, jealous, reckless, sadomasochistic character inspo: billy hargrove (stranger things), tim riggins (friday night lights), reggie mantle (riverdale), christopher moltisanti (The Sopranos), sonny corleone (the godfather), riff (west side story), bender bending rodriguez (futurama), jayne cobb (firefly), carl gallagher (shameless)

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: death, violence, addiction, neglect, drugs

some like to say rafe came about in some unnatural way and others have joked that he's actually part demon, that his rage is rooted in evil. nonsense, all of it. rafferty came out of his mother screaming in the back of a shitty car on the way to a limerick hospital. he's always been as jagged as the irish shores he came from, but it's not always rage that's fueling him. sure it’s always been there; seated rage that burns in his chest and throat, but that's not what you see behind his eyes. no, that there is a pure, untamed, feral spirit shining through those baby blues. he's as natural as they come, it's just no one's been able to domesticate him yet.

his mother tried first, his father wasn't worth two shits at the start but his mother did what she could. truth is, he was never really raised. up until he was somewhere around five or six years old, his mother had him in and out of spaces to live, nothing was consistent. her addiction made it impossible to hold down a steady job and dealers coming to collect when she did. despite trying to get clean, wait lists for rehabs were long and she couldn't afford private care, let alone someone to take care of him. it was a double edged sword. rafe doesn't remember much about her, but he does remember her eyes and the apology that always seemed to be in them. he doesn't blame her.

when she passed, they’d tracked down his father who ended up bringing him to his new home with an older half-brother he’d never met and their mother. only consistencies he had was the home itself (it was nice not having to move every two seconds) and his sibling. they were only a few years older than him but tried to look out for him anyways. they carted him all over the place and while they certainly didn't try to tame him, they did manage to keep him alive, fed, and clothed. which is more than rafe could've done on his own.

everywhere rafe went on his own he left a trail of chaos and destruction. got to the point that no school would take him by the time he reached the age of fourteen and that was fine by him. he hated school anyways. only was ever good for fighting, flirting, and food. he dropped out at that point and lived like he always did, doing whatever the fuck he wanted to.

he'd tag along with his siblings on their jobs, if for no other reason than to watch their back and for something to do. he'd pick up odd jobs that interested him― arson, intimidation, getting things out of people by any means necessary, fulfilling a hit every so once and awhile. most were related to violence and destruction in some way or another. there were times he would take up the protection role, glad to do it for free in some cases but you wouldn't hear him admitting to that. eventually, he found the world of fighting.

rafe started training and honing his craft. but then their sibling got locked up and while he could be the one to stick around and take on the role of caregiver to the step-mother who cared for him when he had no one and visit them in prison, rafe was young and didn't know responsibility if it slapped him in the face.

instead he made a name for himself on the street as a savvy drug dealer and rings and octagons in the underground fighting world. he didn't often lose and if he did it was a hell of a fight because if there was one thing to know about rafe; if he was conscious, he was getting back up. in the ring he found a home he'd needed, craved. a place to unleash the unbridled rage and hone the primal chaos on one opponent. finally a release that had some sort of satisfaction. outside the fighting world there'd been hits put on him a few times, he'd been stabbed, shot, and even hit by a car once. he never knew if it was for dealing or fighting. sure, this hindered him for awhile but he healed and was right back to it. honestly, he doesn't think much into it either. he went where they told him to go to get the job done whether it was fighting or dealing. questions complicated things. if he didn't like something, he didn't do it.

eventually this led him to texas where he'd been able to find a new home for the past six years. got roped into helping the violet messengers though he isn't quite sure what their purpose is but he's never been a fan of rich fucks that try to step on others just for the sake of keeping them down. the ones that stopped his mom from getting help, forced his step-mother into work she didn't want to do, and constantly stripped rights away like it was theirs to give in the first place. they seemed to be on board with that, liked his style, and that was good enough for him.

his sibling got ahold of him eventually and came to join him in texas. started coaching him for fights better than he’d ever had before ( just as they'd done unpaid for a couple decades). they are about the only person who can slow him down or put him in his place when he flies off the rails. life is where it should be, rafe gets to go all over town, sells to some of the wealthiest and everyone in between. he gets to fight and have fun. he doesn't know where he wants it to go but he's fine not figuring that out till he gets there.

HEADCANONS.

has a lot of scars and replaced teeth with gold ones. he always wears a pair of silver boxing gloves around his neck that were gifted to him by his mother before she passed.

met his girlfriend gilly at a party dressed as robin hood but people kept calling him peter pan and she was dressed as a fairy so he asked her to be his tinker bell. the rest is history.

more to come

[onelungmcclung]

do you have examples of some of the british acting mannerisms you notice in hbo war? that's fascinating

ohh I’d probably need to rewatch BoB and MotA (too few british or irish actors in TP) but:

spina swinging his lil shovel up on his shoulder while he’s asking roe about med supplies. nash going from suave flirting to undignifiedly smitten the next morning. doug’s “you are the only girl for me … I hope :/”. cobb and demarco basically all the time. the one-two of babe and mcclung finding out they’ve been picked for the patrol. blakely when doug is saying nice things about his flying. popeye when he shows up after getting shot. chick being whatever the fuck chick is. red’s face whenever chick is being whatever tf chick is. doug allen is definitely a working class english lad who plays local football. welsh’s “flash”/“thunder” exchange with martin. hoobler’s death scene. maybe this first or fourth gif of biddick and snyder. peacock getting verklempt when he says goodbye to easy company. vest when jackson is hit. quinn during the card game. dike and dukeman but I can’t remember any precise moments now. blithe, frequently. kidd, frequently. meehan in the tent scene with winters, maybe. grant's impressive sideeye. brady in the scene when blakely's crew gets back alive. tipper when luz is imitating horton. liebgott when sobel knocks him on the helmet. bubbles saying, “I can fly,” while shivering under a blanket. hambone “weird energy in here” hamilton. brock in this scene. smokey in the hospital. tab in this scene. pappy when he meets egan and cleven. bailey (of rosie's riveters) when he's talking about his wife. that other bailey guy when he tosses the salt. shoens when he gets out of his plane or when he's drunk. norman (I think?) when he's being carried off at the end of ep 3. crank when he sees bucky in the camp. I don’t know for sure yet but I reckon the “best years of your wives” pow is british/irish.

[ayyyden-main]

hello ssoblr i am currently in love with my irish cobb Cloudbreak and i CANNOT stop drawing her

[brydde]

         a dream within a dream, an inception verse.

Born in America to a British mother and Irish-American father, Bry.de spent his childhood and teenage years in West Virginia before moving to the UK to pursue higher education. An intelligent young man, Bry.de excelled at several fields, but especially in science, engineering, and mathematics. His genius eventually attracted the attention of MI6, who wasted no time recruiting him into their "extraction" program. He was trained by their best extractor who taught him all known dream tactics, conventional or unorthodox. Bry.de worked in "intelligence gathering" for almost four years. He left after a dark secret about the MI6 was revealed to him, causing him to become extremely disillusioned with the agency.

Bry.de took himself off the map. For the first few months, everyone who had worked with him at MI6 was convinced that he was nothing but a strange dream. One by one, they realized that it was an idea Bry.de had planted inside their mind. They then realized he was the culprit of an explosion (...or two) and an attack that had set their dream espionage program back by years. This was his first attempt at inception.

Bry.de made a name for himself in the criminal world of dreams. He was a gifted thief, a Robin Hood who robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He still took odd jobs from mega corporations despite his hatred for them. After all, an enemy of my enemy is my friend and then my enemy again, or however the saying goes. Cobb and Bry.de met when a very unfortunate CEO had the ill luck of being their shared target. The two extractors put their heads together to get the job done. They began working together (on jobs that aligned with Bry.de's morals) not long after that. Bry.de often took on the role of the architect.

Bry.de had assembled his own team of dreamers between those jobs with Cobb. His two most valued recruits are architect Ronan Lyn.ch (insomniac dream addict and protégé of Bry.de) and forger Jordan Hennes.sy​ (art forger turned reluctant pupil). They are called the Poto.mac Zeds by those who have the unfortunate fortune of knowing them. Together, the Zeds toppled corporations and dethroned kings of multi-billion dollar empires on whims, crowning whoever cared most about the common man and the environment instead. At Bry.de's encouragement, the Zeds experimented with inception. They've succeeded at it twice, but no one except for the Zeds knows this.

Bry.de and Ronan spent almost three decades together in limbo after a heist gone wrong. When they finally got out, Ronan questioned whether Bry.de was real or just a hallucination created by his fractured mind. For the first time in his life, Bry.de questioned his reality.

Cobb would come to cut ties with Bry.de, fearing Bry.de's reputation might make things harder for him to get back to his children. (The events of Inception happen a few months or a year after this.)

Rough timeline. Sorted by age.

24. recruited by mi6.

27. attempts inception on multiple people, is somewhat successful. leaves mi6.

28. enters into the criminal world of dreams.

29-34. ??? meets cobb for the first time. (i'm not sure how long cobb has been working in the criminal world before inception.) they start working together.

32. meets ronan and hennessy. assembles his own dream team.

34. hennessy betrays them, trapping bry.de and ronan in limbo. he gets out of it after experiencing near 3 decades inside it. bry.de comes out of it weirder and ronan comes out of it believing that bry.de is not real and just a projection.

35. events of inception. cobb has recently cut ties with him. bry.de is somewhere in america wreaking havoc, costing industry giants billions of dollars in damages.

[damnedtoearthnothell]

Ur bio says ur an equestrian so what breed of horse gives off specific NFL player vibes? I saw this Faroese pony with Mahomes mane and ever since I can’t stop assigning horse vibes

*rises from dead to answer this a month late*

After doing some EXTENSIVE research (debating with one of my riding friends) I have answers. Here are some of my favs (and possibly not favs) as horse breeds:

I was torn between a thoroughbred and a standardbred for Aaron Rodgers and then I had a THOUGHT. A registered black Saddlebred who’s a solid 16hh, was never trained in the gait, and used to do stadium jumping for a pro and now does dressage for an amateur with big dreams.

I chose the American Bashkir Curly/North American Curly (name is HIGHLY debated) for Mahomes. Also 16hh, this bay was brought by an ambitious pro and brought them to the highs. Curlies are a rarer breed, and even then not often seen in the show ring, but they have are very versatile and have proven themselves in the upper levels!

Travis Kelce has been assigned: the Percheron! Seventeen hands and gorgeously dappled, this draft horse has been seen at the TOP levels of combined driving with his partner, the young Creed Humphrey.

I had to, of course, assign the classic thoroughbred (one of my personal favorite breeds) to someone, and then I had to pick multiple. Because honestly, which NFL position does the Thoroughbred fit better than the runningback, although it's easily applied to the Wide Reciever position. Strong, fast, and powerful… and easily injured, I assign the thoroughbred to players such as Christian McCaffret, Austin Ekler, and Saquon Barkley. And with recievers I’d assign it to Randall Cobb, Devante Parker, and Sammy Watkins, among others.

And now Joe Burrow. I knew I had to include him for the clicks, as much as I pray he retires tomorrow. After much debate, I eventually settled on the Irish Sport Horse with a little thoroughbred heritage. 16.2 hands, bay, and gorgeous, this horse excells in eventing! He’s barreled through the lower levels and now is ready to win a 5* event.

[nightsidewrestling]

M.L.B Bios: Krystal / Kristine Beau Cobb

M.L.B's Guitarist and Third Vocalist Krystal (Jan 1989)

The guitarist and third vocalist of the M.L.B (Mega Level Bitches), Kris is the only white member of the group, and the only member of the group born in Honolulu, she's also the only member born in Hawaii. She moved to Compton in March 1988, and has had to quickly get used to the chaos of the neighbourhood. Kris met all four of the other girls soon after moving into the neighbourhood

"I was gonna give you something if you came by the store."

Name

Full Legal Name: Kristine Beau Cobb

First Name: Kristine

Meaning: Scandinavian and Georgian form of 'Christina' (From 'Christiana', the Latin feminine form of 'Christian', which comes from the medieval Latin name 'Christianus' meaning 'A Christian'.) as well as an English and German variant of 'Christine' (which is the French form of 'Christina')

Pronunciation: kris-TEEN

Origin: Norwegian, Danish, Swedish, Georgian, English, German

Middle Name: Beau

Meaning: Means 'Beautiful, Handsome' in French

Pronunciation: BO

Origin: English, Dutch

Surname: Cobb

Meaning: From a medieval English byname meaning 'Lump'

Pronunciation: KAHB

Origin: English

Alias: Krystal

Reason: Stage Name

Nicknames: Kris, Krissy/Krissie, Kristi/Kristie/Kristy, Private, Soldier, Army Barbie

Titles: Miss, Private

Characteristics

Age: (As of Jan 1989) 18 (As of Jan 20 1989) 19

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White (Irish-Italian. 2nd Generation American)

Birth Date: January 15th 1970

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Hawaiian, Irish, Italian, Spanish, French

Relationship Status: Single / Dating (After 02 Jan 1989)

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Voice Actor: Kate Bosworth (Speaking), P!nk (Singing)

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Honolulu, Honolulu, O'ahu, Hawai'i, USA

Current Location: Compton, Los Angeles County, California, USA / On Tour

Hometown: Compton, Los Angeles County, California, USA

Appearance

Height: 6'6" / 198 cm

Weight: 214 lbs / 97 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1989) 3

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both), Double Lobe (Left), Helix (Right), Navel

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: Autistic, Gigantism

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Friends: Azahar Gutiérrez, Deja Dickson, Dolores Park, Esther Hutchinson, Nālani Kekoa, O'Shea Jackson

Colleagues: Azahar Gutiérrez, Deja Dickson, Dolores Park, Esther Hutchinson, Nālani Kekoa, Ikaika Kekoa, James Kelly, JoshuaPrice, Amanda Sanders, Dae-Seong Kim, Luis Pérez, Michael Coleman, Jessica Henderson

'Rivals': Andre Young, Antoine Carraby, Eric Wright, Lorenzo Patterson, O'Shea Jackson

Closest Confidant: Nālani Kekoa

Mentor(s): Gwen Cobb, Roberto Cobb, Ikaika Kekoa

Significant Other: None / (As of Jan 2 1989) O'Shea Jackson

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Roberto Cobb (49, Father), Gwen Cobb (50, Mother, Née Mac an Bhaird)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Music Career

Debut: 1988

Retired: N/A

Genre: Rap / Hip-Hop

(Fictional) Records, Albums & Singles: 'Mega Level = Major Label' (Album, October 1988), Untitled Work in Progress (Due To Be Released Late 1989)

Songs (Record/Album/Single - Song Title - Track Length): 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Fighting Words' - 2:52 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'In My Feelings' - 2:24 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Twins' - 3:32 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Strong Female Leader' - 3:05 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Use Your Voice' - 3:58 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Booty' - 3:22 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Silence, Please' - 2:27 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Go Away (Come Back)' - 3:18 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Broken Dreams' - 4:20 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Touching You' - 3:20 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'No Other' - 3:48 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'My Man' - 2:50 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Mind Melting' - 3:28 'Mega Level = Major Label' - 'Go My Way' - 3:32

[thegreatyin]

anyway my new favorite pastime is watching video essays about horse game drama. yes queen tell me about how they didn't accurately portray the irish cobb in their glitchy overpriced horse game. i agree wholeheartedly

[london-ghosts]

Jack the Ripper - a woman could have found him!

A women detective could have tracked down Jack the Ripper wrote suffrage campaigner Frances Power Cobbe in 1888 as Tony McMahon discovers

In 1888, a Victorian woman wrote to The Times newspaper rightly indignant that Scotland Yard refused to countenance the idea of female detectives being sent to investigate the Jack the Ripper murders in Whitechapel. Sir Charles Warren, London’s police chief, had just breezily dismissed the idea of women being recruited to investigate the Whitechapel murders. The Irish-born women’s suffrage…