#sister clodagh

[esqueletosgays]

BLACK NARCISSUS (1947)

Director: Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger Cinematography: Jack Cardiff

[mydearestpen]

[jomiddlemarch]

startling things are not impossible 

Frederick Dean was a man with no expectations.

He hadn’t always been so. He’d grown up expecting tea to be served in the garden if it were sunny, crumpets dripping with butter, his mother’s brow wrinkled if she suspected a spider might drop into the raspberry jam. He’d grown up expecting his father to nod at him if he did extremely well on his exams or won the cricket match, expecting Cook to smile when he asked for a rock cake and then give him two and the leftover flapjacks from the maids’ middle mornings. He’d expected the War to be over in a matter of weeks, had expected to acquit himself with honor and possibly achieve glory. He’d expected to come home whole, wise and worldly, worthy of respect. He’d expected home to feel like home when he got there.

Time would have disabused him of some of his foolish notions, he knew that at forty as he hadn’t at eighteen. The War had done more than any years could, gas and trenches and grenades thrown lightly as apples, had destroyed so much of him it was a wonder there had been anything left to take him to Mapo and the tea factory. There were days when he could not recall how he’d gotten there, the voyage, the ocean and the mountains and even the horse he’d ridden all lost. Arthur he remembered and Peter, Leonard with his grey eyes and always John, always that curl to his lip before he smiled, the last touch of his hand before he’d been killed, half his face blown away. Now, Frederick spent his evenings in the bungalow, nursing a cup of tea as often as gin, listening for any sounds the wind might bring, the bells at the old palace rung without any patterns since the nuns had gone. Since Clodagh had left, leaving him her name Catherine. Leaving him without a chance to call her by it before she went away, her white habit and veil all around her like clouds. In the next life, she’d said and he’d nodded. Perhaps, for Clodagh, for Catherine, he’d be willing to come back.

Now it was evening, a frigid grey night falling, and he dozed in his chair. He’d learned to exhaust himself with work, that liquor held only the promise of waking after midnight, the rest of the night an endless trench he couldn’t find his way out of. He wasn’t willing to throw his life away when Arthur and Peter were gone, when John was lost, but living wasn’t something he was any good at. When the sisters had been trying to make the palace into a convent, Sister Philippa planting flowers and always Clodagh with her clear dark eyes trying to set things to rights, he’d found he remembered how to hope, but they’d gone and now he had to exist until he couldn’t. He supposed he could take up chess, but it held little appeal. There was a book open on his lap, his palm heavy on the page as it never was on the reins or a woman’s shoulder, but he couldn’t focus on it and let himself drift into a half-sleep, looking out the window at the edge of the mountains pressed against the sky.

There was some noise, the door opening, that roused him.

“Not tonight, go away thank you,” he said in the local tongue. None of the nuns had ever mastered it, relying on Joseph Anthony to translate. If they had stayed longer, it would not have been Clodagh who spoke it first, he’d thought, but Sister Blanche, who loved the little ones so. He closed his eyes again, wishing for sleep, willing to settle for something near.

“I said, not tonight,” he murmured some unknowable time later, sensing the woman kneeling before his chair, the curve of her bent head, the slope of her shoulder.

“Mr. Dean—”

“Clodagh?” he breathed, his eyes opening fully to see her lost face suddenly turned up to him, for all the world like some flower he had no name for. Her hair was chestnut, coming loose around her cheeks, the scarf she must have used to cover it against the night resting around her shoulders. She wore no veil, no habit, she should have been barely recognizable but she was entirely familiar, her lips parted in the old way.

“Catherine,” she said, the gentlest correction.

“You said in another life, the next life,” he said, feeling stupid, tired, hopeful. Broken.

“God works in mysterious ways, Mr. Dean. I shan’t quote you chapter and verse,” she replied. “It seemed long enough, to be away, when I was called back to England.”

“Frederick,” he said. “My name is Frederick.”

“That’s what you want me to call you?” she asked. She was still kneeling before him. He reached out a hand to her and she took it. There was no gold ring on her finger any longer.

“If you are Catherine to me, if you are going to stay here, yes,” he said. “You are going to stay here?”

“I had intended to,” she said. “Not necessarily in your bungalow, but Mopu. Not the palace.”

“Stay here,” he said, trying to keep the desperation from his voice, hearing himself fail, seeing it in her eyes. They were very clear for all that they were her dark and there was something in them that was not only kindness. “With me, if you will. However you will—”

“D’you know why I came back?” she asked.

“No,” he said. Who had ever come back to him, once they had left? Who had been the last to call him by his name, to take his hand and hold it lightly as a treasure?

“You’d asked me to stay. But you didn’t argue,” she said. “I realized, whatever was right when I was here, it was you, whenever I was with you, Frederick. I wanted—”

“What did you want, Catherine?” he interrupted, partly to see her expression change as she heard her name on his lips and the word want, to let her appreciate the shape of his mouth and the longing in his eyes. His fondest, most precious expectations.

“To come home,” she said. “To believe.”

Gemma Arterton and Alessandro Nivola in “Black Narcissus”

[mattdillon]

Gemma Arterton as Sister Clodagh BLACK NARCISSUS, 2020

[heylavellan]

Elwyn Lavellan

He definitely wasn't the best candidate for Inquisitor, but he was the one who stepped up. Elwyn had little idea of how to lead an organisation that big, but the Inquisition showed him that he had capabilities beyond what he knew. Every follower who called him stupid or silly were still deeply loyal to their Inquisitor, a leader for the people.

˚∘⊰⋆ about ⋆⊱∘˚

age: 34 (by the end of Trespasser)

pronouns: he/they

class: assassin rogue

beliefs: elven pantheon. his vallaslin honour mythal, though he also values ghilan'nain

strengths: devoted, considerate, fair

weaknesses: insecure, blunt, aloof

the clan: The Dalish live in clans, and as such they are his family. Although he never fell in love, he did his duty to the Clan and helped his sister Sallin and her wife Clodagh have children as their sperm donor. His besties are Pallas (warrior), Sallin (first, sister), Clodagh (crafter), Elrath (hunter), and Amoriel (second). He often helps mediate between the hunters and the Keeper, so they often get into unheated arguments.

˚∘⊰⋆ thoughts on companions ⋆⊱∘˚

romance: dorian, solas, krem, or cullen (does not date women)

best friends: dorian, cullen, sera

close: solas, varric, the iron bull

neutral: vivienne, leliana, josephine, cassandra, blackwall

˚∘⊰⋆ outside the inquisition ⋆⊱∘˚

deshanna: "She held our Clan together, guided us across the Marches. I... wish I could have saved her."

merrill: "We took in some of the people of her Clan after what she did to them. I hope Dirthamen has revealed to her something worth the loss of her Clan."

velanna: "She helped us recover Amoriel when they were lost in the Deep Roads. I owe her so much."

˚∘⊰⋆ related works ⋆⊱∘˚

The Little Things - Elwyn and Dorian have recently gotten together, and figuring out how to be together is still a fight.

[nicolashippinghouse]

Nicola has a brother called Kieran and two sisters clodagh and grainne. Interestingly Nicola is the only non Irish name

THANK YOU!!!!!

[womansfilm]

back by popular demand and limited to the options that got votes last time. while im here did u know she was 5'7. things that just make sense.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Desmond Grady

The Father of Sara Desmond Grady

The father of Saraid and Oscar, and common-law husband of Honora. An English professor, he works at Columbia University while raising Oscar and Saraid by himself.

"Did everyone do the required reading?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Desmond Eoghan Grady

First Name: Desmond

Meaning: Anglicized form of Irish 'Deasmhumhain' meaning 'South Munster', referring to the region of Desmond in sothern Ireland, formerly a kingdom.

Pronunciation: DEHZ-mund

Origin: English, Irish

Middle Name: Eoghan

Meaning: Possibly means 'Born from the yew tree', from Old Irish 'Eó' 'Yew' and the suffix 'Gan' 'Born'.

Pronunciation: ON

Origin: Irish, Irish Mythology

Surname: Grady

Meaning: From Irish 'Ó Gráda’ or 'Ó Grádaigh’ meaning 'Descendant of Gráda’. The byname Gráda means 'noble, illustrious’.

Pronunciation: GRAY-dee

Origin: Irish

Alias: None

Reason: None

Nicknames: Des, Desi

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 38

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Irish-American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: April 3th 1981

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English

Relationship Status: Common-Law Married

Astrological Sign: Aries

Theme Song (Ringtone on Sara’s Phone): 'Psychosocial’ - Slipknot

Voice Actor: John Lithgow

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Current Location: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Hometown: Fort Greene, Brooklyn, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Full Beard

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 8

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: None

Enemies: None

Friends: Ulysses May, Vasco Romero, Raeburn Griffiths, Uilliam Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Mostyn Rhydderch

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Oscar Grady-Sullivan

Mentor: Patrick Grady

Significant Other: Honora Sullivan (39, Common-Law Wife)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Patrick Grady (58, Father), Deirdre Grady (59, Mother, Née Wallace)

Parents-In-Law: Tadhg Sullivan (59, Father-In-Law), Doireann Sullivan (60, Mother-In-Law, Née Walsh)

Siblings: Caoilfhionn Rafferty (35, Sister, Née Grady), Kennedy Grady (32, Brother), Cadhla Grady (29, Sister), Ivor Grady (26, Brother), Bridget Grady (23, Sister), Flann Grady (20, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Fionn Rafferty (36, Caoilfhionn’s Husband), Aoife Grady (33, Kennedy’s Wife, Née Quirke), Nollaig Sullivan (33, Brother), Caoimhe Sullivan (34, Nollaig's Wife, Née Sheridan), Deirbhile Taggart (30, Sister, Née Sullivan), Kevin Taggart (31, Deirbhile's Husband), Neil Sullivan (27, Brother), Damhnait Sullivan (24, Sister), Naoise Sullivan (21, Brother), Clodagh Sullivan (18, Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Aoibheann Sullivan (13, Niece), Fintan Sullivan (10, Nephew), Aisling Taggart (10, Niece), Finbar Taggart (7, Nephew), Ailbhe Taggart (4, Niece), Fiachra Taggart (1, Nephew), Treasa Rafferty (15, Niece), Fergus Rafferty (12, Nephew), Sive Grady (12, Niece), Fachtna Grady (9, Nephew)

Children: Saraid Grady-Sullivan (18, Daughter), Oscar Grady-Sullivan (15, Brother)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: None

Trainer: None

Managers: None

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[werewolfmack]

I miss my nuns :'( I miss sister Clodagh's haughty superiority and sister Philippa obsessing over the garden and sister Briony's key anxiety and sister Blanche loving the children and sister Ruth being overcome by the blood in her head and the paranoia of Them I miss all of my beautiful nuns, like a row of teeth in all white on their ponies...

[absoluteroses]

MAMIE O'REILLY.

general.

name.     mary o'reilly. nicknames/known as.     n/a. age and date of birth.     eighteen. january 20, 1939. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     unsure. status.     dating.

background.

family.     marcus o'reilly (father; alive), hannah tanner (mother; estranged); tara o'reilly (stepmother; alive), caoimhe o'reilly (younger half-sister), clodagh o'reilly (younger half-sister), ruby o'reilly (younger half-sister), carson o'reilly (older brother), shane o'reilly (older brother), harrison o'reilly (younger half-brother), andrew o'reilly (younger half-brother). significant other.     diesel. place of birth.     manhatten. education.     high school. occupation.     has had several jobs/waitress/secretary/babysitter/etc. religion.     non-practicing.

appearance.

hair.     straight and auburn. eye color.     brown. skin tone.     fair. height.     5'7"  weight.     134lbs faceclaim.     kellie drobnick.

personality.

traits.     tba. mbti.     tba. enneagram.     tba, moral alignment.     tba. mental.     tba.

history.

mother came from good money. she married an irish immigrant out of spite. three kids and ten yeas later, she decided she was done and left. her parents paid for the divorce.

it was a reality check for her father, who started acting more like a father. that and her new stepmother were the best changes in mamie’s life. 

but as her stepmother and her father started having more kids and dot grew up, she began to realize that she’d been replaced. by all the new babies and happier memories. she wasn’t really anything. 

she got a job in order to avoid her homelife. she thrived off of the work. even if it was less than exciting. it was exciting to have a job. to save up for her own place, even if her neighborhood is being torn apart. 

mamie struggles with keeping a job since she's always looking for a better one, leading her to quit several opportunities for something new.

this lead to her developing a caffeine addiction.

the jets and their little circle of people were a way to not get replaced. everyone there had some sort of strife in their life. no one would replace them there.

[pimpernals]

MARY O'CLERGH.

GENERAL.

NAME   mhearai o'clergh

ALIASES   mary

AGE   nineteen

BIRTHDATE   may fifth

GENDER   female 

SEXUALITY   hetreosexual

STATUS   betrothed

ETHNICITY   white

NATIONALITY   irish 

BIRTHPLACE   ballinasloe, ireland

RESIDENCE   ballinasloe, ireland

OCCUPATION   helps on her family's farm

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT   5’6” 

WEIGHT   103 lbs

BODY TYPE   slim

SKIN TONE   pale 

HAIRSTYLE   curly

HAIR COLOR   red 

EYE COLOR   brown

SCARS   none

FACECLAIM   lisa lambe

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS   playful, spiteful, adventurous

HABITS   fiddles with her pockets

HOBBIES   spending time outdoors, dancing, playing spoons, singing

FAMILY.

FATHER   siobhan o'clergh (alive)

MOTHER   clodagh o'clergh (alive) 

SISTER   aine o'clergh (older sister by five years; alive), deirdre o'clergh (older sister by three years; alive)

BROTHER   siobhan o'clergh (older brother by seven years; deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER   eion doyle (intended; alive)

SON   verse dependent

DAUGHTER   verse dependent

EXTRA.

MBTI   tba.

ENNEAGRAM   tba.

ALIGNMENT   chaotic good

HISTORY.

her older brother was very abusive towards her and her sisters. however he targeted mary the most. his friend is the man she's supposed to marry. he made the agreement for them to eventually marry after he found out his friend was interested in her. now, her family pressures her into the match because her betrothed is wealthy and their farm is struggling because of the famine.

dancing has been a big part of her life. her mother taught her how to dance and it comforts her.

mary isn't ready to get married. not yet. she wants to be able to be a child for a little longer. she wants to dance and have fun and sneak around with sailors.

desperate to get away, she sneaks away to galway in order to find some lonely sailor who might help her escape from this impending marriage. her sisters often catch her coming home at the early hours of the morning. it's freeing for her.

[gathersroses]

MAMIE O'REILLY.

GENERAL.

NAME.   mary o'reilly

ALIASES.   mamie

AGE.   eighteen

BIRTHDATE.   january 20, 1939

GENDER.   female 

SEXUALITY.   unsure

STATUS.   single

ETHNICITY.   irish

NATIONALITY.   american

BIRTHPLACE.   new york city, new york

RESIDENCE.   new york city, new york

OCCUPATION.   has had several jobs/waitress/secretary/babysitter/etc.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT.   5’7”

WEIGHT.   134 lbs

BODY TYPE.   mesomorph

SKIN TONE.   fair

HAIRSTYLE.   straight

HAIR COLOR.   auborn

EYE COLOR.   brown

SCARS.   none

FACECLAIM.   kellie drobnick

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS.   tba.

HABITS.   can't keep a job

HOBBIES.   dancing, tba

FEARS.   people moving on without her

FAMILY.

FATHER.   marcus o'reilly

MOTHER.   hannah tanner (estranged); tara o'reilly (stepmother)

SISTER.   caoimhe o'reilly (younger half-sister), clodagh o'reilly (younger half-sister), ruby o'reilly (younger half-sister)

BROTHER.   carson o'reilly (older), shane o'reilly (older), harrison o'reilly (younger half-brother), andrew o'reilly (younger half-brother)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER.   none

SON.   none

DAUGHTER.   none

EXTRA.

MBTI.   tba.

ENNEAGRAM.   tba.

ALIGNMENT.   tba.

HISTORY.

mother came from good money. she married an irish immigrant out of spite. three kids and ten yeas later, she decided she was done and left. her parents paid for the divorce.

it was a reality check for her father, who started acting more like a father. that and her new stepmother were the best changes in mamie’s life. 

but as her stepmother and her father started having more kids and dot grew up, she began to realize that she’d been replaced. by all the new babies and happier memories. she wasn’t really anything. 

she got a job in order to avoid her homelife. she thrived off of the work. even if it was less than exciting. it was exciting to have a job. to save up for her own place, even if her neighborhood is being torn apart. 

mamie struggles with keeping a job since she's always looking for a better one, leading her to quit several opportunities for something new.

this lead to her developing a caffeine addiction.

the jets and their little circle of people were a way to not get replaced. everyone there had some sort of strife in their life. no one would replace them there.

[icouldntfindthedoor]

I havent drawn anything in months but I very much wanted to share with you all my cod oc. A feral little Irish man.

Hes called Dáithí (da-hee) Moore but his nickname is Rabbit. I like to think someone else called him that mockingly but he chose to embrace the name like fuck yeah I'm a small rabbit and I'm still gonna fuck you up.

He comes from an extremely poor family, his mother was an abusive drug addict, his father abandoned them and Rabbit ended up raising his little sister Clodagh. When he graduated secondary school he didnt have many options for college so he instead chose to join the Irish military and he sent most of his pay checks to an account for his sister when she turned 18. He wanted her to go to college and make a better life for herself.

Rabbit's face was scarred up from an explosion which he pushed a comrade out of the way from, taking most of the blow himself. The scars cover his face down to his chest and partially over his left arm.

Hes a sniper with medical training. He was thinking once he left the military he'd go into nursing or something similar.

I'm still working on his story, like how he meets the other characters and shit, but he ends up with König and its wonderful watching this 5'7 Irish man try to interact with the 6'10 Austrian behemoth.

Also he speaks German (it's one of the languages you can learn in Irish secondary schools. The one I went to anyway), Gailege (the Irish language) and English.

He's not super openly gay, like he doesn't care if people find out, he's not trying to hide it, but hes not going out of his way to let peoole know. He does subtlety flirt with other guys but it can also come off as just him messing around/teasing them.

For example, telling Ghost he has big beautiful eyes while doodling a shitty picture of him with tiny, beady eyes.

He likes to draw and paint and he has a little sketchbook with him. He likes to draw stupid shit that looks cursed and makes him laugh. Hes genuinely a good artist, but he has no desire to do anything with it other than help him calm down after a stressful day.

That's all I have for this horrible cretin so far lmao

[romangoldendreams]

Black Narcissus (1947)

[mattdillon]

Gemma Arterton as Sister Clodagh BLACK NARCISSUS, EPISODE ONE

[iampeevee]

Fic: Monsoon Season (Black Narcissus, Sister Clodagh/Mr. Dean)

1.7k, Rated E

Kinda hoping I'm not the only one who watched Black Narcissus and got hit by the powerful urge to see Sister Clodagh finally getting some. So uh, I wrote it.

On AO3 here.