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wileys-russo · 5 months
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STREAMING LINKS FOR UPCOMING NATIONAL GAMES:
Spain vs Italy
England vs Netherlands
Rep of Ireland vs Hungary
Switzerland vs Sweden
Germany vs Denmark
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undercoverr · 20 days
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The one and only Katie McCabe 🔴⚪️
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dailyhistoryposts · 11 months
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On This Day In History
May 22nd, 2015: The Republic of Ireland legalizes same-sex marriage by public referendum, the first nation in the world to do so.
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pernillecfcw · 9 days
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🇮🇪 vs 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 at the Aviva Stadium 🏟️
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hoe4sports · 25 days
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Ruesha Littlejohn | “Leave it all on the field”
A/n: No trigger warnings detected.
Ruesha had camped in my apartment for the rest of camp, and I didn’t usually mind but it was getting very depressing. She was not her usually bubbly self, and I was trying everything in my power to brighten her mood. I had told jokes, danced or jugged, sang and made food. When I woke up the last morning of camp before we headed to Australia, The land of Caitlin Foord, I decided that I needed to do something to try and bring the old Ruesha back. “Okay pretty girl” I said as I opened the blinds while she was still sleeping. “Today is the day” I said and she huffed from under the cover. It was not my dream scenario to live with her, sleep next to her and spend ever awake moment of my life next to her as her bestfriend, but life has a funny way of making things play out just as it wasn’t supposed too.
Ruesha threw her pillow at me, and I decided to change my tactics. If there was one thing she loved, then it was a good breakfast. I made sure to leave her alone in her, or rather mine, depression room as I whipped up easy breakfast. Toast, eggs, paprika and watermelon. I made sure to make her favourite kind of blueberry tea, and then I went back into the bedroom. This time, I was more settled. She was going to get up. I grabbed her covers by the corner, and yanked it off of her. “Shite, Benedicte, won’t you leave a mournin to woman rest” she hissed. “Yes, I would. But you are not a mourning woman nor do you need to rest anymore. If you rest anymore then I’m worried that you will become one with my bed.” she sighted loudly and tossed around. I walked around the bed and hunched down on her level. “Ruesh, I’ve made breakfast. Your favourite kind, I’ve even made tea. You would never let a good tea go to waste now would yah?” I said as I stroke her hair, she sniffled as she sat up. “Okay, but only because I don’t like to let a pretty woman down.” she said as she marched to the kitchen. In my house, from my bed, in my clothes. Yet somehow, all she could talk about was Katie McAss.
I sat down next to her as a i bottomed a sugar free red bull while eating a protein yogurt. “Are yah ever gonna learn to eat real foods?” Ruesha teased me, and I shrugged. “Why would I? Nobody is seeing what am shoving down my throat when I’m alone.” I said and winked. She just shook her head as she devoured the breakfast. I examined my garmin watch for a hot second only to realise that we were running late. I threw on my jersey, and Ruesha threw on hers as we panicked our way to the arena. “Jesus, if yah would’ve gotten that pretty butt up from bed the first 23 times I asked, then Maybe we wouldnt have this issue.” I said as I tied my cleats next to her. She laughed, but was quickly take back by the view of Katie. Her now ex girlfriend.
“Ruesha, stop droolin’ would you, it’s not a good look” I teased as we walked out on the field. The coach shot us a weird look, which had me confused. “Is there a reason for your shenanigans now?” she asked as she raised her brow. Me and ruesha would often do dumb stuff to lift the spirits of the group, but this time I was confused. I shot her an even more confused look, as she pointed to the number on my jersey. “Is this yet another joke about mi number?” asked as the girls earlier had teased me for my high number, asking if it was my number or the amounts of yellow cards I had. I looked at Ruesha confused, and realised that she was wearing my number 30. I looked down to see that I was wearing her number 8. “Well, I suppose yah there is only one thing left to do.” I stated as I got into a weird stance with my phone in my pocket. It was already connected to the team speaker as i was the designated DJ. I then slapped on some “Tell me ma” and did a classic Ruesha jig across the circle the team was standing in. Everyone knew Ruesha was famous for her jig, so naturally that was the easiest way to resemble her.
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Everyone including Ruesha was laughing hysterically, almost practically crying. Well, everyone excluding McCabe. She looked furious, but I gave no flying fuck as I went towards her and jigged around her in a circle as she tried to stumble me. “Yah have to work harder then that” I sang as I skipped over her legs. I then giggled my way over to Ruesha as I pulled my jersey of mid jig, showcasing my visibly toned arms and six pack. I did a last high kick and spun around going out in an extravagant pose as I held the jersey out to Ruesha. She was now hysterically laughing and her eyes were watering, some of the girls were even laying on the ground laughing. “Alright alright, miss comedian over there, let’s practice now shall we.” The coach said as she too dried off her eyes after my little show.
“Yah mad woman” Ruesha stated as she was still trying to compose herself. I waited for my jersey but it became clear as day that I wasn’t going to get it anytime soon. “I know you love a good view, Ruesh.” I smirked. Instead I warmed up without my jersey as we ran across the field and did our static stretching. Eventually, I put her shirt back on as I was boiling and was not too excited to be burned by the sun. I caught Ruesha looking on more than one occasion, and honestly I didn’t mind.
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As warm up was getting close to being over I could see Ruesha visibly struggling with her focus as she kept losing the ball. I went over to her as she whacked the ball in the ground. “Aye, ruesh, what did that poor ball do to you?” I exclaimed as I catched the ball before it bounced away to never land. “I can’t focus, B, I keep thinking about things I shouldnt think about, and then I drop it.” She complained as I listened carefully. “Alright” I said, “let’s try to use this to your advantage. Use all that negative energy to work your hardest. Use it to proving why you are going to be the one on the starting roster.” I said as I dropped the ball down and kicked it up high to her. “Leave it all on the field, love”. She nodded and catched the ball as she started juggling it.
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“Yeees, Ruesh!!!” I cheered as she kept tapping the ball showing her incredible ability to control the ball like no other. As she dropped the ball, I nudged her. “You are totally gonna get your spot in the roster. Believe me babe.” I winked as we continued practicing.
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eretzyisrael · 2 months
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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 7 months
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wanna see the most stereotypically irish scenery i've seen here so far?
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there were cows, crows, sterlings, and a bunny that ran all the way across the rolling green fields. fun fact, that's the ocean - as in, if you went straight across, the first land you'd find is antarctica. i'm very used to the sea but knowing that and standing there was SO different from looking at the mediterranean
also there are brown sheep in the pasture outside my window rn and a loud noise that's either from cows or a construction engine lmao
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agentem · 1 year
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It's that time of year when you are going to see some "Irish" t-shirts in stores and can get your Shamrock Shake at Mickey D's. There will be St. Patrick's Day parades this weekend and next.
And I just want to be a nerdy know-it-all for a second. St Patrick's Day was originally a religious holiday (as most holidays were, holy + day = holiday); it still is in some places, like some actual Irish people from Ireland who believe in God--though the American parade/festival mentality seems to be gaining steam in some parts of Ireland, I am told.
St Patrick's Day as we know it is deeply rooted in the United States. Though it's been celebrated here since 1600 in the territory that became Florida, the tenor of the holiday greatly changed after the Great Famine of Ireland.
You may have been told in school that the famine occurred because a blight wiped out potato crops in Ireland. This is true but doesn't address the crux of the matter.
The blight started in North America and travelled to Ireland and into much of Europe. But we only think of it as an Irish problem because the Irish were too poor to eat other foods.
Some scholars have said it was a "man made crisis" and I agree that is true. Other crops in Ireland were not affected by the blight, in fact, this time was considered one of "plenty", but all that food was used to feed the English. Not the Irish.
Nor were the English quick on providing aid, "There is such a tendency to exaggeration and inaccuracy in Irish reports that delay in acting on them is always desirable," said Prime Minister Sir Robert Peel after initial reports of the catastrophe.
Workhouses designed to assist the poor and starving were closed prematurely. "The only way to prevent the people from becoming habitually dependent on Government is to bring the food depots to a close," said Charles Trevelyan, the man who was literally in charge of famine relief. He also said some gems like, Sure the famine is bad but "the moral evil of the selfish, perverse and turbulent character of the people" was the real problem. Great guy; he became a Baronet.
The soup kitchens, which replaced the workhouses were also closed prematurely, were widely believed to serve portions too small even for children and lacking any nutritional value due to them being watered down to feed more people than anticipated by the brilliant British government.
A million people died in Ireland from famine and disease and nearly 2 million left Ireland for other parts of the world. Including my father's family. (If they survived the "Coffin Ships" leaving their home.)
So when I said above that the tenor of the holiday changed, it was because of increasing Irish Nationalism and anger at Britain. Now, Ireland is a Republic (though it's not unified, yet) and we are proud of those who stayed and fought to make that happen.
We are also proud just to still be alive anywhere. The population of Ireland is 6.9 million now--slowly nearing the 8.5 million it was home to before the famine--but people with Irish ancestry across the world has been measured to be about 80 million people. Take that, Sir Robert Peel.
The English actively tried to kill us. Nevertheless, we persisted. A lot.
I hope you have a Happy St. Paddy's Day (it's Paddy not Patty). Drink some Guinness. Dance some jigs. Definitely eat some potatoes (Boil 'em! Mash 'em! Stick 'em in a stew!) But please remember that when people are starving, you should feed them. Don't be like the English government.
In fact, as I write this there is a crisis in Turkey and Syria. It just so happens that the Sultan of Turkey wanted to donate money to Ireland (10,000 pounds) but since Queen Victoria donated just 2,000, he was told it would be against protocol.
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tuttle-did-it · 2 months
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I'm just going to leave this here...
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dailyawfc · 6 months
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Katie McCabe during the UEFA Women's Nations League B match between Albania and Republic of Ireland
📸: Stephen McCarthy/Sportsfile via Getty Images
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sky-is-the-limit · 5 months
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My heart goes out to all the people living in Dublin. This is horrifying to watch. How easy it is for f*scists to use a horrible crime to target every single person who doesn't look like them.
People leaked messages from a group chat of white supermacists asking people to go out and physically harm anyone who looks foreign in Dublin and to disturb marches happening for Palestine.
As well as siding with Is*el as an excuse to stand for genocide.
And it's happening all over Europe. This is so fucking terrifying. Please stay safe, avoid the areas where the riots take place and don't forget to remind yourselves what our ancestors fought for in 1940. All Europeans.
I've read comments on tiktok from extremists asking for foreign children to go through the same thing. These people are clinically insane.
Fascism is taking over Europe, we don't learn from our fucking history and we're destined to relive it again.
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stairnaheireann · 1 day
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#OTD in 1949 – The Republic of Ireland withdraws from the British Commonwealth. The British Parliament recognises the declaration but asserts sovereignty over the six northern counties.
The withdrawal of the twenty-six counties from the British Commonwealth is recognised officially by Britain, thereby, becoming the independent Republic of Ireland. The Ireland Act 1949 passed by the House of Commons recognised the withdrawal. Éamon de Valera had introduced his Constitution (Bunreacht na hÉireann) in 1937, the Irish Free State, or Éire as it was renamed, was well-nigh an…
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eirgachuair · 4 months
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I'm bored so...
reblog for sample size if u wanna :D
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pernillecfcw · 9 days
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Great to see Leah back in 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 colours
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pluralzalpha · 1 year
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OK, what with the coronation coming up, I've seen quite a few posts about the UK, by people who don't quite understand the difference between the UK, Great Britain, England and so on.
Which is fair enough, because it is a bit complicated.
So here's some explanation.
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The British Isles is a whole bunch of islands, but the main ones are those two big ones, Great Britain and Ireland.
Great Britain is divided into three countries: England, Scotland and Wales.
The island of Ireland is also divided. The northeastern six counties make up Northern Ireland, which is also sometimes referred to as Ulster, although the traditional province of Ulster is somewhat larger.
England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland make up the larger country of the United Kingdom, a sovereign state. The full name of the state is the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but that's a bit of a mouthful, so generally it's the United Kingdom or the UK.
"Britain" can be used to mean either the island of Great Britain or the UK as a whole. Anyone from the UK is a British national (a Briton or Brit), although many Scots, Northern Irish, and some Welsh don't describe themselves as British because of their political position. There's a strong Scottish independence movement, and the situation in Ireland is complicated, to say the least.
It's very important to remember that England is not the same as Britain, Great Britain or the UK. It is merely part of it. A lot of people use England interchangeably with the broader terms, but this is wrong. Try going to Scotland and saying it's part of England and see how long it takes to get a smack in the face.
The rest of Ireland is an entirely separate country, a sovereign state in its own right. Its official name is simply Ireland, but it's often referred to by its official description, the Republic of Ireland (RoI) for clarity. It can also be called by its Irish name, Eire.
It's not unheard of for the Republic to be referred to as Southern Ireland, but this can cause a lot of offence, and in any case, it's by far the larger part of Ireland and actually reaches further north than Northern Ireland.
King Charles III has the title of King of the United Kingdom. The title King of England is archaic and hasn't actually been used for centuries. He is the sovereign of the UK and has nothing to do with RoI.
There are lots of smaller islands that are part of any of the five countries above, but there are also some more islands just to be confusing.
The Channel Islands aren't even in the map above, because they're closer to France, but they're often grouped in with the British Isles. The largest two, Jersey and Guernsey, are separate countries (Guernsey has some even smaller islands within its territory). They're what's left of the ancient Duchy of Normandy. There's also the Isle of Man, also called Mann, between Great Britain and Ireland.
These three are NOT part of the UK. They are Crown Dependencies, which means they essentially belong to the King, but have seperate governments. The UK has sovereignty over them though, and is responsible for their defence and representation internationally.
The UK and the Crown Dependencies are also legally known as the British Islands (not Isles, as this includes all of Ireland), but no one really uses this except in important international treaty stuff.
See? Perfectly straightforward...
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