#shankill butchers

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History | 25 November:

1713 – The second Irish parliament of Queen Anne sits from this date to 24 December. The Whig Alan Brodrick is elected Speaker for the second time, in place of John Forster, after a stormy contest with the government’s Tory nominee, Sir Richard Levinge. 1764 – Birth of Dublin town head of police, Henry Sirr, in Dublin Castle. In many later Irish nationalist plays Sirr was portrayed as a generic…

[austinmwav]

My band, Children of Children just released a cover of Shankill Butchers for Halloween!

[remelemmostmaraholdonlaksz]

You better shut your windows tight!

[clementineskesh]

the decemberists' creepy songs>>>>

[vootslocalfreakshow]

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight

You better shut your windows tight

They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives

And taking all their whiskey by the pint

[charlemane]

I'm with you for most of these but I really don't know that "play as real-life sectarian terrorists whose horrific crimes are still within living memory in your DnD campaign" is really in good taste

dnd campaign where everyone plays a different murderous narrator of a decemberists song

[luarenah]

10 songs

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of  music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10  songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

@tough-n-dumb thanks for the tag!

radical face - the mute

fleetwood mac - skies the limit

chromeo - play the fool

hippo campus - south

alabama shakes - don’t wanna fight

bonny light horseman - deep in love

the decemberists - shankill butchers

tei shi - say you do

nothing but thieves - soda

brockhampton - honey

tagging: @acquaclara @wnine @the-molecularbio-kitten @atlasfalling @comacalm @hoths @jasminefruit @sagiow @oswim

[whumpflash]

Never, Never (playlist)

A collection of vibes and character songs for Never

Here's to the Heartache (Piano Cover) - Dadebrayant

Where is Your Rider - The Oh Hellos

Half-Remembered Song - The Moulettes

Shankill Butchers - Sarah Jarosz

Mad World - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Let Me Down Slow - Louis Barabbas and the Bedlam Six

Devil's Spoke - Laura Marling

In Our Talons - Bowerbirds

The New Land - Touchstone

Between Two Mirrors - The Moulettes

Talisman - The Moulettes

The Plank - The Devil Makes Three

Blood (End Credits) - My Chemical Romance

Fair - The Amazing Devil

[werewolfetone]

remember that book that was like "lenny murphy was very hot. not in a homosexual way tho"

I wish I didn't

[bitchmael]

i have kind of complicated feelings about (the decemberists song) the shankill butchers bc like. it's a pretty good decemberists song i guess. but i'm not really sure it was the decemberists' thing to write a song about, especially considering they somehow ended up writing an entire song about a gang whose victims were almost exclusively irish catholic civilians murdered for being irish catholics that didn't actually mention the troubles or sectarianism at all

[lyrics365]

Shankhill Butchers

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They’re sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey by the pint [Chorus:] ‘Cause everybody knows If you don’t mind your mother’s words A wicked wind will blow Your ribbons from your curls Everybody moan, everybody shake The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you Awake They used to be just like me and…

[asirensrage]

For the tag game:

Les Tres Geckos

Ah this fic. This was started when I was diving headfirst into From Dusk Before Dawn. There's not much planned for this fic, unlike a lot of my others. It takes place after the show finishes. The premise was that there was something left lingering in Kate and she starts basically sleepwalking, waking up in strange places again. The boys are out to find a cure, to help her any way that they can and meet a woman who is older than she appears...and knows faar more than she should.

I think it was partly inspired by listening to Shankill Butchers by The Decemberists.

Kate opened her eyes and looked around in horror. She wasn’t in bed. She wasn’t in the motel or in a car listening to the brothers argue with each other. She stood in an alley, blood dripping from the hand that held a heart. The body it belonged to lay at her feet.  “No,” she whispered to herself. “No, no, no.” Her heart pounded in her chest, and she dropped the heart, curling her hand into her chest. This couldn’t be happening. Amaru was gone. The gate to Xibalba was closed. There should be no way…she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Prayers flowed over her lips in whispers. The ringing of a cell phone jolted her out of her thoughts. The man’s pocket light up faintly in the dark. She reached down, pulling it out of his pocket before ignoring the call. She could hear Seth’s voice in her head warning her that if she dialled, the call could be traced back. She didn’t care. This couldn’t happen again. Not again. 

post the names of all the files in your WIP folder and let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them

[werewolfetone]

This post is SO funny actually. playing as the shankill butchers in a dnd game... okay