#William O'Donnell

[a-night-like--this]

The Cure, 1989

[picspammer]

Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

Derry Girls (S2, E2 Ms De Brún and the Child of Prague) created by Lisa McGee, dir. Michael Lennox

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k t h e n e x t g e n e r a t i o n created by gene roddenberry [inheritance, s7ep10] 'Violin/Viola Recital'

[black-is-no-colour]

Robert Smith, Roger O'Donnell, Porl Thompson, Boris Williams and Simon Gallup of The Cure in New York, August 1989. (Source: Musikexpress)

[thisnoisemademe]

Artwork by M. Lineham Art.

[dance-world]

William John Banks - photo by Timothy O'Donnell

[donnabisestile]

Kiss me goodbye Pushing out before I sleep Can't you see I try? Swimming the same deep water as you is hard The shallow drowned lose less than we The strangest twist upon your lips And we shall be together And we shall be together

Kiss me goodbye Bow your head and join with me And face pushed deep reflections meet The strangest twist upon your lips Disappear, the ripples clear And laughing breaks against your feet And laughing breaks the mirror sweet So we shall be together

So we shall be together

Kiss me goodbye Pushing out before I sleep It's lower now and slower now The strangest twist upon your lips And I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently my hands Before my fading eyes and in my eyes your smile The very last thing before I go The very last thing before I go The very last thing before I go

I will kiss you I will kiss you I will kiss you forever on nights like this I will kiss you I will kiss you And we shall be together

[stuckinhoneyhoney]

i love you robert smith i love you simon gallup i love you lol tolhurst i love you porl thompson i love you boris williams i love you michael dempsey i love you matthieu hartley i love you andy anderson i love you phil thornalley i love you roger o’donnell i love you perry bamonte i love you jason cooper i love you reeves gabrels

[dashes-and-letters]

The Cure - Hot Hot Hot!!!  

[shakespearenews]

MSNBC’s Lawrence O’Donnell on Wednesday mocked Donald Trump’s search for a new lawyer, saying the former president has unwittingly found himself “in agreement” with famed British playwright William Shakespeare.

“Donald Trump doesn’t know that of course, because Donald Trump is the most ignorant, least educated man in the history of the American presidency, including all of those presidents who didn’t go to college and were self-educated,” said O’Donnell.

The “Last Word” anchor pointed to the legendary line from the Bard’s “Henry VI” in which character Dick The Butcher says, “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.”

“In that play, Shakespeare was actually making the point that a cruel ruler cannot afford to have lawyers getting in his way. Shakespeare very much wanted his audience on the side of the lawyers,” noted O’Donnell.

Trump was now firmly “on the side of Dick The Butcher” as he appeared to give up on the legal team “who helped him get hit with an $83.3 million verdict in the E. Jean Carroll case last week,” O’Donnell said. Trump announced on his Truth Social platform that he is “in the process […] of interviewing various law firms to represent me in an appeal,” O’Donnell added.

[starsandauras]

Entry 19: Taken

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 19: Taken

“Alphinaud tells me you’ve become a mother since last we met,” Alisaie said quietly, as they waited for Tataru to return with the new clothes she’d promised. She watched as Brigid’s shoulders perked up from their tired slouch at the mention of it, and then noticed how Thancred also perked up slightly. Curious.

She was distracted from Thancred as Brigid turned to her, smiling widely. “Aye, I have,” she breathed, as though she still didn’t believe it. “Would you like to be meetin’ him once you’re bein’ dressed?”

Alisaie nodded, with a soft smile. “Very much.”

Once dressed in garb thankfully not matched with her brother’s, Alisaie followed Brigid to her room. They had some time to spare before heading off to the Waking Sands, just enough for quick introductions. “Here he’s bein’,” she murmured, with a bright smile.

Securely tucked into a very well made crib under a bright red blanket laid an Au Ra infant, with inky dark hair and scales, clearly enjoying nap time. Only a blink betrayed her surprise at finding an Au Ra child, and she looked up at Brigid with a smile on her face. “He’s beautiful, Brigid.”

She laughed and settled down next to the crib, Alisaie following easily. “Aye, thank you,” she said, voice pitched low so as to not wake him up. “His name’s bein’ Thancred William.”

Alisaie’s head jerked up at that, not hiding her surprise this time. “Thancred?” she asked, confusion clear in her voice.

Brigid looked away sheepishly, shaking her head. “Wasnae ‘xactly ‘pectin’ Thancred to be wandering back into me life after Ul’dah,” she explained. “So ‘twas only fittin’ to be namin’ me son after him.” She reached out to brush a finger along a lock of Thancred William’s hair. “We’ll be havin’ to figure out a nickname for him now.”

Alisaie breathed out a fond noise, shaking her head. “No wonder Thancred seemed so nervous when I asked about him,” she said, and Brigid’s eyes twinkled in amusement.

“He’s been doin’ a very good job with him,” she whispered, almost conspiratorially. “Takin’ on all the night chores, save for when the wee lad’s hungry. Nay that that’s bein’ as needed now, he’s startin’ to sleep through the night.” She sighed then, shoulders dropping. “Finally,” she added, and Alisaie couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I can imagine,” she agreed.

The two women sat for a few minutes, enjoying the silence, before Thancred William started to fuss himself awake, the infant throwing his blanket off with flailing limbs. One of them a whip-like tail, just as inky black as the rest of his scales. “There’s me wee lad,” Brigid cooed, and Thancred William’s head turned in the direction of her voice, the fussing soon morphing into wordless babbles as he blinked himself awake. She grinned wider and gently took the boy into her arms and onto her lap, turning him in Alisaie’s direction.

“Thancred William,” she murmured, and his head turned wildly in the direction of her voice, “I’m wantin’ to introduce you to Alisaie.” She took one of his hands and waited for Thancred William to look at the younger woman. Once he did she waved his hand, grinning. “Hello Alisaie!”

She laughed, reaching out to take Thancred William’s hand. It was such a tiny one, with scales even smaller than his fingernails. “It’s nice to meet you, Thancred William,” she replied, smiling at him.

A gummy smile was her response, as well as more bright babbles. Suddenly he flailed his hands, throwing Alisaie’s hand off of his, before reaching out towards her, his fingers making grabbing gestures. Brigid smiled, holding on to the child that clearly wanted to move. “I think he’s wantin’ you to hold him,” she explained, still smiling. “Are you mindin’?”

Alisaie hesitated only a moment. “Please.”

Thancred William babbled happily, even squealing a little as his mother transferred him onto Alisaie’s lap, gently holding up Thancred William’s head. “He’s gettin’ better ‘bout it, but he’s nay quite holdin’ it upright yet,” she explained quietly.

Thancred William looked up at Alisaie for a moment, bright green eyes that matched Brigid’s perfectly shining up at her. Then he suddenly flung himself against her chest, horn digging in slightly. It was one of the oddest things she’d ever felt, but it also felt… right, somehow. She looked down at him, and then back at Brigid, who nodded encouragingly.

There was more babbling from the child, including a sound that sounded very much like “saie” but she wasn’t sure and didn’t want to think too much on it, not ready to face that sort of implication. Still, she slowly wrapped her arms around the boy and held him close, quickly growing used to the warm weight in her lap and against her chest.

Oh, she realized in a bolt of clarity, she would protect this child with her very life if she had to.

[a-night-like--this]

1989 NYC photos by Jeff Harrow (on Facebook)

[lgspears]

if The Jetsons live action movie was made in the 90's, Paul Reiser, Bob Saget, Scott Bakula or Mark Harmon would make a good George Jetson, Bonnie Hunt, Linda Purl or Deidre Hall for Jane Jetson, Jonathan Lipnicki or Liam Aiken for Elroy Jetson, Michelle Williams or Beverley Mitchell for Jane Jetson, Danny DeVito of course would be Cosmo Spacely, Leslie Nielsen as Henry Orbit, Ed O'Neill as Mr. Cogswell, Rosie O'Donnell as Rosey, Daniel Stern as M.A.C.C. and this one i think will be good, Dave Coulier as Atsro.

[unfortunate-arrow]

The Vaulties | Day 3: OCs who Owned Me

William John Devlin — Look if I had to pick a favorite out of my legacy/Victorian kiddos, it’s this boy. I love him so much. William is a bastard, in the illegitimate sense and he’s got a lot of issues tied to that. He’s an artist, but doesn’t see himself as one until he’s in his 30s. He rarely lets anyone see how the world has beaten him down and isn’t always kind to himself.

Sara Ailis O’Donnell — As one of the OGs, Sara has a special place in my heart. The third quadruplet, Sara is also the most compassionate. She’s always got a piece of kindness for nearly everybody. She’s soft and kind and possibly their personification of the cinnamon roll character. She’s been in love with Barnaby since her sixth year and there’s never been anyone else, which she knows is so rare.

Conor Lorcan O’Donnell — As another one of the OGs, Conor also has a very special place in my heart. The fourth quadruplet, Conor is the quietest. He’s got so much going on in his head but a combination of a reserved nature and a stutter make it hard for him to share. He’s also the first kid in the HPHM crew to master non-verbal magic… much to a lot of people’s surprise. Conor is used to being underestimated because so many in the wizarding world assume that his stutter means that his intelligence is low. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Conor is extremely intelligent and goes on to become an architect, studying under muggle guidance.

Camila Ines Valdez Santiago — She’s been on my mind a lot recently. A Slytherin in the same year as Harry Potter himself, Camila is ready to fight about half of the people in her year… mostly Malfoy. She cannot stand his smug little face and attitude. But as the astronomy professor during the magic awakened era, Camila is quite a fair professor, extending gratitude to all pretty much all of her students.

Luke Percival Battersea — The newest kid on the list, Luke has a lot of stuff going on and a fascinating story. The sole survivor of a dark wizard attack, Luke’s determined to figure why exactly his family was targeted. He’s also halfway in love with Sophie Pembroke by the end of their fifth year. Star Wars nerd. Sports fan. Seeker.

Declan Ryan O’Donnell-Lee — Sara’s eldest son with her husband, Barnaby, Declan is such a great edition. He’s under the impression that because his life is so good, he’s not allowed to struggle. He often pushes aside his own issues because he doesn’t think they’re worthy of feeling because other people have it worse, because he doesn’t think his issues are legitimate. The only place he feels fully comfortable is the quidditch pitch, but even then his issues with feeling valued flare up.

Honorable Mentions: The other Lynch-O’Donnells (Tadhg, Cillian, Aisling, Ryan, Cara, & Orla), Max Pembroke, Nate MacKade, Edmund Kennedy, Colm O’Shea, Rory O’Neill

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[loki-valeska]

36 Angst Faces

Started this a few years ago as an expression study. Finally got around to finishing it.