#roan inish

[frmulcahy]

Idk what kind of crack they were putting in 90s period dramas but it’s just Not The Same Anymore

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Film Aesthetic Moodboards // The Secret of Roan Inish

Once a Selkie finds its skin again, neither chains of steel nor chains of love can keep her from the sea.

[lemaldusiecle]

happy st. paddy’s from our irish selkie king john lynch 🍀✨🦭

[the-holy-ghosted]

Tadgh could be my seal wife. Im just saying

[a-secret-land]

The Secret of Roan Inish (1994)

[happyk44]

Vampire Nico, werewolf Jason and selkie Percy.

[crumbargento]

The Secret of Roan Inish - John Sayles - 1994 - USA/Ireland

[hyenasnake]

Reblog when you vote for larger sample size

[salaciouscrumbb]

i love making memes for independent irish films no one has seen

[nerves-nebula]

anyway if i was that little boy i would feel so abandoned by my seal family forcing me to stay on land but thats whatever. not like ive got a real life extended family to compare it to.

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Character Moodboards // Tadhg Coneelly

I've no idea of the future, but I can see the past quite well. And the present, if the weather's clear.

(for @lemaldusiecle, who is the only one who shares my fascination with this incredibly obscure and splendiferous character)

[lemaldusiecle]

[gaunt-and-hungry]

entirely anonymous user here. that tadgh x reader fic was good.... perhaps could u...... write a little fluff, maybe...... for nobody in particular

You bet I can! Warm Clothes Tadgh Conneely x Reader Fluff

Rains would pelt the windows in the late evenings; the chill of such tides never worried you. You knew Tadgh would be back and perfectly sound. Always punctual that door opened up and he shuffled inside. Damp. Just damp. Never soaking wet. But always a little cold. He never stopped you from undressing him and helping him redress in something dry and warm, hanging his wet things in front of the fire. The way he smiled was like he had either been caught doing something embarrassing or like he had lost himself in the world of awe and adoration. You had pushed a cup of tea into Tadgh’s hands. He shared that moment, clutching yours and his together over the mug, his dark gaze watching you intently, closely as he uttered his warm and low “Thank you,” and pressed a warm and tender kiss to your cheek with still cold lips. They did not stay that way for long, heated by the blush that crept into your face. It sent a jittery joy skittering through your body. And that smile came, knowing how pleased he made you. 

You both settled in front of the fire, the pattering of rain like the gentle taps of something trying to get into the warmth and security of the cottage. He allowed you the length of his body, arms coveting you like something precious when he did not have his hands occupied with the mug of tea. He would talk about some local story, a tale of something or another or the gossip of the other families sometimes, though he preferred to talk about the stories of the sea and the water, the things that made their homes there. It was like a settling anchor, nestled deep in the silt below as you listened to him regale stories and folklore, the amber flames of the fire warming your bodies. His steady breathing and the feeling of his lungs inhaling and exhaling, the rumble of his chest and the steady tick of his heart. You were safe there. Safer than you’d ever been, settled comfortable in the warning evening against the sturdy warmth of Tadhg Conneely.

[a-secret-land]

The Secret of Roan Inish (1994)

[frmulcahy]

SHUT THE FUCK UP WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME BRIDGENS WAS MY BELOVED TADHG FROM THE SECRET OF ROAN INISH