#Carlos O’Connell

[mazzy-rockstar]

YAR NOT ALOIVE OONTIL YUH START KICKIN

[donnabisestile]

This is my Roman Empire.

[aeolianblues]

Fontaines D.C. on Fallon last night. The full performance is up now on YouTube, and it’s fascinating to hear the live variant of this song: a little slower, six-piece (Chilli Jesson on additional keys in the back), Carlos on the keys, no reverb, sort of like the Dogrel days. It’s a slightly different sound, no doubt.

[doomed-syko]

super random i know you're probably not the biggest fontaines dc fans but i'm pretty sure carlos is having a baby?? like his girlfriend josephine de la baume is very visibly pregnant in some of her tagged ig pics

actually i’m a biggg fontaines fan and i’ve known about this since october i think but yes omg carlos is gonna be a dilf 🤭 which arguably is gonna make him like ten times more attractive which is insane since he’s already gorgeous

[thevellaunderground]

Fontaines DC: Bridging Music and Compassion

Origins and Sonic Landscape Formed in Dublin in 2014, Fontaines DC comprises five talented members: Grian Chatten (vocals), Carlos O’Connell (guitar), Conor Curley (guitar), Conor Deegan III (bass), and Tom Coll (drums). Their musical roots intertwine with their shared love for poetry, which adds depth to their lyrical storytelling . Their debut album, “Dogrel,” catapulted them into the…

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Sunday, everyone! With the Time Loop AU finally finishing, it seems most fitting to share one more little snippet, though this feels more like a tease, before the first chapter is goes up this week! Let me know if you want to be tagged when it does :)

After checking around him for a second time, he goes to Google and types in: I think I’m in a time loop.

“I’ve got to be losing my mind.” He mutters to himself as he scrolls through the results. Carlos knows he’s a level headed guy but he’s also someone who’s based in truth; and the truth is, he can’t think of any other explanation for why today has gone the way it has.

He spends about thirty minutes combing through articles, forum posts, basically anything he can get his hands on. He finds a couple that he plans to revisit a little later in the day, but for the most part, he’s not getting any answers.

Everything he’s read about has to do with people feeling like they’re stuck in life; like they’re so stuck in a mundane circle of time that everything has started to feel too familiar.

Carlos can empathize with that, of course he can. That thought process was the only thing traveling through his mind this morning, but with the way the rest of the day has gone, it can’t be that.

Remembering Beau’s face, his canine tooth, his Appalachian drawl, that wasn’t born out of the mundane, it couldn’t have been. Causing mayhem to O’Connell’s lunch plans because he already knew the answer to a question he never asked, that couldn’t have been an accident.

This isn’t monotony, this is a replica.  

Thanks for the tags:

@honeybee-taskforce, @welcometololaland, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@vineofroses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, @orchidscript, @sznofthesticks

@reyesstrand, and @eclectic-sassycoweyes!

No pressure tagging:

@carlos-in-glasses, @carlos-tk, @theghostofashton, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise

@heartstringsduet, @herefortarlos, @paperstorm, @your-catfish-friend, @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@ambiguouspenny, @freneticfloetry, @sanjuwrites, @safeaswrites, @lightningboltreader

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@mikibwrites, @goldenskykaysani, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and here's an open tag :)

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

AGENT REYES IS BACK BABY - here with a real, freshly written snippet for you beautiful people.

thank you to @welcometololaland (the soulmates are drowing in tension, that's for fucking sure), @inflarescent, @rmd-writes, @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, and @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3

Judd drags a chair over and collapses in between them, “We have intel that the O’Connell family is planning on hitting us when we leave the gala. According to Billy, the O’Connell family and the Cunningham family had been fighting over this particular diamond set before it was seized in the raid, and they caught wind of Cunningham’s plan. It’s not lookin’ too hot for us.”

Carlos moves the bag of peas to the center of the swelling, continuing the conversation. “I can get a file pulled on the O’Connells, maybe have a team move in on them before they can get to us to the sarcophagus.”

Judd is shaking his head before Carlos even finishes speaking, “No, no, no one can know that we’re working with the CIA, or that we’re getting ready to pull out of the game all together. It’s vital that we stay under the radar while pulling out of the game, or else Billy’s gonna take us out, no hesitation. We just get ready for the ambush, make sure we’re properly prepared for the attack.”

“Do we have an actual plan for the set, or are we literally just stealing it and hoping for the best?” Carlos knows he sounds cynical, and maybe even a little whiny, but he’s working with the Phoenix – art heist extraordinaire – he’s allowed to want to see him in action. 

“Marjan pulled the blueprints and security system plans last night, and booked flight tickets for us at 0200, and it’s currently,” TK glances at the phone on the dining table, “10am. We have eighteen hours to figure out how we’re going to pull this off while also fighting off the Cunninghams’ biggest and most powerful rivals – and not die in the process. Cunningham was kind enough,” TK says, the words dripping with disdain and sarcasm, “to get us on the guest list for the gala happening at the archives tomorrow night.”

“Carlos and I will find our way onto the list, it honestly shouldn’t be that complicated – I’ll make a few calls right now,” Paul says, exiting the room. 

Judd silently exits as well, murmuring something under his breath about how he and Grace will work on the escape plans, leaving just TK and Carlos at the dining room table, staring at each other in silence, the tension in the air so thick Carlos thinks he’s choking on it. 

i'm tagging @detective-giggles, @decafdino, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, and @chaotictarlos (bestie i dropped new agent reyes content xx)

[theageoftheunderstatement]

We played Primavera this summer, just before Beck. He told us that he asked Alex [Turner] what music he was listening to these days and Alex said the only thing he listens to is Fontaines. And Arctic Monkeys are just so iconic obviously – they were so important when they came through. The whole thing is bizarre, even talking to Beck I was starstruck! And then he talks about another guy I admire, it’s mental. When we were younger, these were all things you’d just never imagine.

Carlos O’Connell of Fontaines D.C. talking about Alex Turner and Arctic Monkeys, 21/12/2022 [X]

[turquoiselover-99]

Flufftober Day 8

I'm a couple days behind, but no biggie. I can catch up... i hope.

Rain came down in sheets outside the window, droplets sliding down the balcony doors and pooling on the concrete outside, turning it dark and slick.

Inside the O’Connell residence, though, it was warm and dry, the occupants content to ignore the storm outside in favor of being in each other’s presence—and to have some fun of their own.

“You’re not winning again.”

“You sure about that, babe?”

“It’s statistically impossible! No one can be this good at a card game!”

“I was in Vegas for a few years, and I am banned from five different casinos for my skills.” Joshua glanced at his cards, then smirked at his partner and laid them down, “Read ‘em and weep.”

Carlos stared at the full flush, and groaned, throwing his two pairs down, “That’s it, I give up. No more.”

To the side, Allie giggled, and reached for the cards to shuffle them, while Joshua reached for the pot and started munching on a pretzel.

“You up for a game of pool, Uncle Carlos?” Allie asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Madre di Dios—hell no. That’s worse! How do you two do it?!”

“Practice.”

“Luck.”

Joshua and Allie looked at each other and shared a grin.

“I’m getting another drink,” Carlos grumped, uncurling his legs and climbing to his feet. He grabbed his mug of coffee, “Why did I decide to play games with you two?”

“Because you love us and there was no way you were going outside in this,” Joshua pointed towards the balcony doors. On cue, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky; there were a few beats of silence, before the crash of thunder followed, sending vibrations through the floor.

Carlos grimaced, “Yeah, no kidding.” Then, he left the duo to get himself a refill.

Joshua followed just a few seconds later with his own mug, and a sheepish look.

“We can find something else to do, if you want,” the writer offered, “Maybe a movie?”

“No, querido, I’m fine,” Carlos assured, “I’m just at a loss on how you keep winning.”

“Again, Vegas.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, pausing with his mug halfway to his lips as thunder boomed again. He winced.

“Not a fan of storms?”

“Nope.”

Joshua hummed and sipped his refill. After a moment, he looked at Carlos.

“You know what storms remind me of?”

He had Carlos’s attention, the brunet cocking a curious eyebrow.

“When we stopped dancing around each other and got our shit together,” Joshua admitted; Carlos blinked, realizing that Joshua was right—things had come to a head between them during a storm, not unlike this one.

“Huh,” Carlos mused. “How long has that been, now?”

“Three years.”

“… that’s it?”

“… don’t you dare tell me it feels longer.”

“Shorter, actually.”

“Huh,” Joshua blinked, surprised, then smiled fondly at the agent. “Feels just right, to me.”

Carlos chuckled and leaned over to catch Joshua’s mouth in a chaste kiss. Distantly, the rain continued to pound against the windows, faint rumbles of thunder vibrating the floor. Carlos pulled back to press his and Joshua’s foreheads together.

“You know what, querido? I think you’re right.”

[adamwatchesmovies]

Tomcats (2001)

Tomcats is a sex comedy so aggressively misogynist, so unfunny, and so inept it will make you want to chemically castrate yourself with molten lava. It’s an extreme statement but your hatred towards this film will be extreme. Anything you can do to dissociate yourself from this wretched excuse for entertainment isn’t enough.

As another member of the gang gets married, the remaining bachelors make a pact to stay single forever. To make their pledge more interesting, everyone in attendance agrees to throw money in a fund every year, with the last “tomcat” taking the whole thing. Years later, when Michael (Jerry O’Connell) becomes indepted to pit boss Carlos (Bill Maher, who adds another reason to hate him by appearing in this film), he desperately needs cash. He makes it his mission to get Kyle (Jake Busey) to fall in love with the one woman he came closest to caring for, Natalie (Shannon Elizabeth).

At least writer/director Gregory Poirier lays his cards on the table right away. This is American Pie if ALL of the characters were Stiffler after spending a decade inside the world of Porky’s and then 10 times less funny. To the men in this film, women are not potential partners or lovers and friendship is out of the question. If you have a pair of breasts and you’re attractive, you’re another target. If you’re old or overweight, you’re garbage. Nothing could be worse than telling a woman “I love you” or spending the rest of your life in a monogamous relationship.

Assuming you can get past the rampant hatred for women that stinks up the entire running time, you’re in for a ridiculous and convoluted premise. In a bid to impress a woman who “only pays attention to high rollers”, Michael blows over $50,000 dollars on the casino floor in one night. I say if he’s that stupid, let him get dumped in the ocean with cement shoes. He’s too dumb to live. Instead, he’s given one chance to save his life by setting up his “friend” in a fake marriage to a woman who hates him. Granted, said friend took Natalie's virginity and threw her away like a proposition to allow women the right to vote, so you don't feel bad for him. Turns out Natalie is a vengeful undercover police officer and she’s more than willing to use the precinct’s ressources to spy on a civilian. Plus, she'll get paid, so that's great but uh oh! The more time she and Michael spend together, the more they realize they have things in common… What could happen next?

The plot is as predictable as it gets and since there is no character development or relationships to be fleshed out, the running time is padded with gags so lame they’ll make you beg for death. When Natalie hints to Michael that she may be falling for Kyle, he becomes furious. In retaliation, he decides he’ll sleep with the next woman he sees (it’s that easy, don’t you know?). First one’s a fatty so he meant the first HOT woman he sees. It’s a demure librarian. I’ll give you three guesses what happens when she brings him home. It’s awful, but not as awful as the gag in which Michael has to chase down a runaway testicle in the hospital (really) or the running joke in which Michael and Kyle’s mutual friend, Steve (Horatio Sanz) thinks his beautiful wife, Tricia (Jaime Pressly) is cheating on him with another woman. She is and he would be mad about it but when he gets invited to join the in the bedroom, all of his anger and anxieties go away.

The performances from the leads aren’t the worst you’ve seen. Or maybe they just seem decent compared to Jaime Pressly, who is so awful you swear they sculpted her out of pine and dragged her on set. Your jaw drops but you pick it up quickly out of fear that some bodily fluid will fly out of the screen and into your mouth. This is the one area where the film kind of shows restraint. Aside from a fake-look lactating breast shown during a horrifying fantasy sequence, there isn’t any nudity in this movie… until the end credits when we see a bunch of outtakes, none of which are any funnier than the actual movie.

If all of these flaws weren’t enough, the direction is aw-ful. Gregory Poirier transitions from scene to scene like an amateur. You know those transitions you find in Microsoft Powerpoint? The one where the screen spins on itself, the checkerboard cross, the zig-zag cross, and the circle wipe? all are used without a dash of irony. The budding “romance” between Natalie and Michael isn’t the least bit convincing because a) the actors have no chemistry whatsoever and b) their dialogue is never romantic or realistic. Constantly, your eyes will dart towards the clock on your player. Has it really only been an hour? We’ve got how many more minutes to go?

I haven’t hated a movie as much as I hated Tomcats in a while. It’s hard to imagine ANYONE watching the film and having a good time unless they were one of those “bros before hoes” idiots… and even then, they wouldn’t be able to relate to this film’s ending so that’s a no-go for those chowderheads either. I can’t wait to forget I ever saw this abomination. (On VHS, May 9, 2021)

[shit-talk-turner]

Joséphine de la Baume and Carlos O’Connell are at Al bday ! //

You're bored! Either tell us where you saw them or walk away

^

[donnabisestile]

FDC NATION HOW WE FEELIN’

[tinseltownevents]

10.31 COSTUME MASTER LIST

COSTUMES MUST BE POSTED BY 10 PM EST, WEDNESDAY 11.02 #ttownhw22               #ttowncostume22               @tinseltownevents

ASHLEY TISDALE

SYDNEY SWEENEY

FLORENCE PUGH

ADELAIDE KANE

VANESSA MORGAN

LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA

KYLIE BUNBURY

GAL GADOT

MARGOT ROBBIE

LEIGHTON MEESTER

BILLIE LOURD

ALEXANDRA DADDARIO

KAT DENNINGS

BILL SKARSGARD

CHRIS PINE

DYLAN O’BRIEN

HENRY CAVILL

EVAN PETERS

HALSEY

CAITY LOTZ

DIANNA AGRON

LIAM HEMSWORTH

RYAN GOSLING

EMMA ROBERTS

CHRIS PRATT

AUSTIN BUTLER

ELIZABETH OLSEN

JACK QUAID

ASHLEY BENSON

CARLOS PENA

MILES TELLER

BEN BARNES

ZACHARY LEVI

CHACE CRAWFORD

MORGAN WALLEN

NINA DOBREV

KATHERYN WINNICK

HAYLEY ATWELL

KELLY BERGLUND

DAVID HARBOUR

CHRIS EVANS

JULIANNE HOUGH

KARL URBAN

MINKA KELLY

CARA DELEVINGNE

MADISON BEER

KATHERINE MCNAMARA

ANNA KENDRICK

MATTHEW DADDARIO

MAIKA MONROE

LANCE BASS

SKEET ULRICH

LUCY HALE

TYLER HOECHLIN

BLAKE LIVELY

EMMY ROSSUM

PETE WENTZ

ADAM BRODY

PENN BADGLEY

JARED PALADECKI

BEN PLATT

ALEXANDER SKARSGARD

ERIN MORIARTY

JONATHAN GROFF

ANDY SAMBERG

ZOEY DEUTCH

KATIE CASSIDY

SEBASTIAN STAN

BRITTANY SNOW

ALY MICHALKA

SELENA GOMEZ

ELIZABETH GILLIES

ZAC EFRON

AJ MICHALKA

ARIANA GRANDE

AWSTEN KNIGHT

TAYLOR SWIFT

SHELLEY HENNIG

ROBBIE AMELL

NATALIA DYER

JARED PALADECKI

JOE KEERY

JENSEN ACKLES

MADELAINE PETSCH

JACK O’CONNELL

TOM HARDY

CRYSTAL REED

CHARLIE HUNNAM

EVAN RACHEL WOOD

ABIGALE COWEN

JEREMY ALLEN WHITE

ANTHONY MACKIE

MICHAEL B JORDAN

NIKKI REED

BRENDON URIE

[tiny-tigers]

Cards part 2

WALES + ITALY  :

Warren Gatland | Jasmine Joyce | Shane Williams

Shiny cards:  LRZ , Paolo Garbisi

1) Adam Jones

2) Ken Owens

3) Martin Castrogiovanni

4) Alun wyn Jones

5) Carlo Checchinato

6) Jake Polledri

7) Sam Warburton 

8) Sergio Parisse

9) Mike Phillips

10) Dan Biggar

____________________

SCOTLAND + IRELAND :

 Ronan O’Gara (? I wanted to put him and yes he didn’t coached Ireland but he is coach for La Rochelle now it counts?)  | Siobhan Cattigan | Brian O’Driscoll

Shiny cards: Gary Ringrose and Stuart Hogg

1) Cian Healy

2) Rory Best

3) Allan Jacobsen

4) Paul O’Connell

5) Richie Gray

6) Hamish Watson

7) Josh van der Flier

8) Peter O’Mahony

9) Connor Murray

10) Jonathan Sexton

[kendallspussy]

ilysm carlos o’connell’s pink hair and matching pink trousers

[alrightbuckaroo]

🥺🤡🌞 please Ada <3

Hi D! Hope the week is being kind to you!

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

This isn't specific to fanfiction, but I'm a sucker for a character that always calls the phone of someone who's no longer around just to hear their voice, or carry on a conversation they weren't ready to end.

Not saying I did this in our love's a protective poison, but...

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

So this isn't published as it's from the Time Loop AU, but I've been laughing to myself about this interaction for days:

Carlos looks back at O’Connell and gives him a quaint smile. “You know what? Count me in.” Carlos begins to bundle himself up as O’Connell watches on, stunned. “Well fuck me,” O’Connell mumbles under his breath, aghast by Carlos’ uncharacteristic decision. “In your dreams, O’Connell,” Carlos quips back, rummaging around his desk drawer in search for his APD beanie. As he’s pulling it on, O’Connell treats him to a look of exaggerated exasperation. “You wish you were my type,” O’Connell counters as he pulls on one of his black polyester gloves, leaving his middle finger up, ramrod straight, after pulling it all the way on.

So that, and probably any interaction between Carlos and Bradford in come and take a walk on the wild side.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

If I'm not working, I love writing during the day, especially in the summer. If it's the work week and I'm bogged down, I tend to write in the evening, but I'm secretly a massive fan of writing into the dead of the night.

I'm pretty sure I finished proof reading tender eyes that shine after working on it until 5 in the morning. I don't know, I'm a night owl!