#pearse street

[stairnaheireann]

Bang Bang!

Bang Bang (Thomas Dudley) was an eccentric elderly gentleman in Dublin in the 1950s and 1960s who achieved fame as a character in the city. A fan of cowboy films, Bang Bang used to travel the buses and trams of the city staging mock shoot-outs with passing people (hence his nickname). He carried a large church key in his pocket which he used as a ‘gun’. Dubliners, who enjoyed his good-natured…

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#Bang Bang #Cabra #Coombe #Dublin #Dublin character #Dublin City Archive #Folklore #Irish Independent #Pearse Street #Pete St. John #Thomas Dudley

[streetsofdublin]

PEARSE STREET GARDA STATION

Police barracks built for the Dublin Metropolitan Police, replacing the former barracks on College Street. Commissioned in 1910, it was built to designs by the Office of Public Works under the supervision of M.J. Burke

POLICE STATION Police barracks built for the Dublin Metropolitan Police, replacing the former barracks on College Street. Commissioned in 1910, it was built to designs by the Office of Public Works under the supervision of M.J. Burke, with H.G. Leask and A. Robinson as job architects. Built in a Scottish Baronial style, evident in the gables and mullioned windows. The bow end to College and…

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#An Garda Síochána #DP3 #Dublin Metropolitan Police #Fotonique #Infomatique #pearse street #Police barracks #Police Station #Quattro #Scottish Baronial style #sigma #William Murphy

[art-of-thebeano]

Part 2 of 4

Artist: Mike Pearse

Year: 2007

#the bash street kids #the beano #2000s #mike pearse

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 29 April 1916, the leaders of the Irish Easter Rising against British rule surrendered unconditionally at 16 Moore Street in Dublin. They had been forced to abandon their HQ at the General Post Office after the building was set on fire by the British artillery bombardment. Fifty rebels, including Socialist James Connolly who had been wounded earlier in the fighting, made a desperate escape under heavy gunfire. They took refuge in a house on Henry Place, where one of them accidentally shot dead the owner’s teenage daughter. They tunnelled through adjacent buildings until they established a new position at 16 Moore Street. But “In order to prevent the further slaughter of Dublin citizens, and in the hope of saving the lives of our followers now surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered,” they surrendered unconditionally on Saturday 29th. 16 leaders of the Rising were executed, including Patrick Pearse and James Connolly. Having been shot in the ankle during the fighting, Connolly faced the firing squad tied to a chair. While the rising involved a relatively small number of people, with around 1,200 fighters in Dublin, the brutal reaction of British authorities spurred a huge growth in support for Irish independence, and was a key event leading to the creation of the Irish Free State in 1922. More information, sources and map: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/10066/End-of-the-Easter-Rising To access this hyperlink, click our link in bio then click this photo Pictured: Those surrendered being escorted by British troops https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=616936833812869&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

[ireland2023july]

Entry for July 4th

For reasons beyond my understanding, woke up at the godforsaken hour of 5 am. Did go on a lovely run through the Irish countryside, which was nice. That being said, I would’ve rather been sleeping.

Today was my first day going into Dublin! Maynooth is about 30 minutes away by car and 40 by train. I think most people following me know how I feel about trains but…I LOVE trains.

On the way, met some mean swans and their babies at this pretty canal. Contemplated jumping in and fighting the swans but didn’t due to my excellent self-control and overall wisdom and maturity.

The train into Dublin was so pretty. I don’t have many pictures but among the things I saw out the window were sheep, graves, big fields perfect for frolicking, and green. So much green. Really gives the PNW a run for her money.

Here’s the study abroad squad! The photo on the left was taken at Dublin trinity college, and the one on the right was taken at the Dublin film institute. We got to watch an Irish language film called Roise and Frank (which was also playing in Bellingham for a bit) and then talk with the producer afterwards, which was beyond cool. My understanding is that there’s a bit of an Irish language film renaissance happening at the moment. I’m excited to come back home and make everyone I know watch Irish movies with me.

On the left, funny business name. Not much else to be said about that. On the right, really good donuts outside of Pearse Street station. 10/10.

Ok we’re getting off the train and I’m out of pictures I’m allowed to post so part two coming soon!

[reasoncourt]

SURSH, horror media recs please???? can be as long or as short as you want? and can be literally any kind of media <3

I tried my best <3333

Movies:

Just straight up good movies:

Get Out

Us

Psycho

The Birds

Don’t Look Now (1973)

The Conjuring

Fun for Movie Night:

Scream (all of them)

Friday the 13th

The Cabin in the Woods

Insidious

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Saw

Movies I rented with my brother at blockbusters when I was 8 (I don’t think I actually recommend these, though):

One missed call 

Vacancy

The Grudge 

Hostel (the fact that I was allowed to rent this out as a kid concerns me. But my brother and I FREAKED over some foreshadowing we noticed at the start of the movie and that excitement makes me fond so the trauma gets a pass. The ending kind of sucked)

So bad it was almost funny (but it might’ve just been bad):

The Boy

Psycho II

The Ring (Scary Movie 3 was better (so were the movies my brother made to scare me into thinking i had 7 days to live))

On my list to watch:

Ganja and Hess

Spider Baby

Nosferatu

Carnival of Souls

Duel (1971)

Les Diaboliques

TV Series:

Scream (2015) - I LOVE scream so this was fun. Was it good? I have no idea.

Into the night - This is a thriller, not a horror. But it was really good and I've never had the chance to recommend it (I haven’t watched the second season, though, cause i’ve only just realised it’s out)

Haunting of Bly Manor (if that counts as horror, idk)

Grizzly Tales for Gruesome Kids (idc if it’s a cartoon for kids, idc if it was on after school, idc that it’s not ‘horror’, it is DEEPLY unsettling and it gave me nightmares about the toothfairy and being stuck in mirrors)

Books:

Goosebumps: One Day at Horror Land (idk if I should recommend this one because I haven’t read it in 10+ years so I don’t remember anything except that I was obsessed with it. My grandad bought me 100 goosebump books at junk yard sales and the horror land ones are the ones i remember reading. BUT, they are books for kids so grain of salt)

Mysteries that aren’t really horror but are still fun:

The Guest List by Lucy Foley

The Sanatorium by Sarah Pearse

Lock Every Door by Riley Sager

One by One by Ruth Ware

Podcasts:

Narrative:

The Magnus Archives (i’ve not gotten very far but i’m really enjoying it)

Meta:

You’re Wrong About - The Amityville Horror episodes + the Ed and Lorraine Warren episodes are GREAT (the real life stories behind those movies are fascinating and I love the hosts) - they also talk a lot about satanic panics in the culture (which sometimes made certain horror movies like the exorcist super popular). It’s a really interesting podcast

Websites:

I love reading about games like the midnight man on creepy pasta tbh but I need to go searching for more stuff

Games

Until Dawn

Outlast

I don’t have many recs for games because I am too soft to participate in horror. My brother mostly takes over after the first half hour and finishes the game while I watch)

#I'm soooo bad with recommending things i'm sorry :( #tried my best - i need to get more into horror stuff tbh bc my mind was kind of blank on this one #hope there's something here ILY <3333 #asks #clover tag

[spynorth]

the Ballad of Lucas North

(to the tune of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire)

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down I'd like to take a minute Just sit for a spell I'll tell you how I became a prisoner in a Russian hell

In East bumfuck England born and raised In the barnyard was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out, herdin' and shearin' some sheep And listenin' to the Protestant minister preach But I started gettin' bored with the country life And I learned the easy way to get the things I like I conned them out of money when they called me a slacker Then I ran away from home and headed straight to Dakar

So I blew up an Embassy, part of the game And I killed my best friend, stole his badge and his name MI-5 made me an agent, never saw this liar coming But a Russian prison grabbed me, jumper cables got me humming

Eight years had passed by when I finally got free Turns out Harry Pearse must have forgot about me They put me on the job like I had never missed a beat But sketchy mental health doesn't cut it on the street

Yeah I tell lies for a living and I do it for fun I play a good guy at work with my badge and my gun But you should never forget Why I'm really here To fuck with my boss before I disappear.

THE SOUND I JUST SOUNDED IM FUCKING CR YING. the way that this fits and goes with the tune perfectly im -

#i lost it at so i blew up an Embassy part of the game. and i killed my best friend stole his badge and his name #IM SOBBING #save ; #save tag ; #this is fucking gold as fuck

[wellconstructedsentences]

They say it takes just three alcoholics to keep a small bar running in a country town and while myself and the cousin, Thomas, were doing what we could, we were a man shy, and these were difficult days for Mr Kelliher, licensee of the North Star, Pearse Street.

There Are Little Kingdoms by Kevin Barry

#there are little kingdoms #kevin barry

[percival-templeton]

Context: While still in Dorne, Lady Alerie Frey sought out Lord Duncan Tarth to discuss matters regarding the execution of their mutual friend, Lord Pearse Caron.

( Duncan Tarth @evenfallsbrightest & mention of Pearse @wcrdsarewind )

Alerie strolled through the city of Sunspear with her cane in one hand, the steady companion to her uneasy gait on the days her tonics didn’t altogether alleviate the discomfort. Her steps led her towards the quarters of the Crownlanders —and of those who still identified as Stormlanders, regardless of the annexation to exist under the rule of a dragon queen. “Lord Tarth, please,” the woman said to the guards. What she had to say, what she had been saying to him on sporadic encounters, couldn’t be said here. A note was sent earlier, requesting that he joined her for a walk. The bustling streets of Sunspear could drown their secrets.

—

An argument had broken out the day the Tarths were meant to leave for Stonehelm and the wedding of his sister's dear friend to Lord Velaryon, supporter of a false queen he didn't recognize. What had been said didn't matter, but somehow at the end of it someone had pushed Minisa to the ground so he and his lord father were all too close to actual blows. He didn't mean for his sister to get hurt, in fact he wasn't sure if he did the pushing, but it was blamed on him for starting the fight. So he was to remain in Dorne, now barred from social events. His father had threatened to name Minisa heir over him for his behavior. But what did being heir mean when he could have been king? There was Baratheon blood in him, not so distant to be forgotten, but that wasn't enough. Pearse had shown him the way, but he was gone now. So his other half would do. Duncan Tarth was pacing, ready early for this walk, when his guards summoned him. When he saw Lady Frey, he bowed and offered her his arm, letting her rely on him for security as they walked versus her cane. “How are you today, Lady Frey?”

—

“I’m faring well, my lord,” the woman answered, a subtle smile crossing her lips. A smile that appeared to be a struggle of sorts, the urge to smile despite any despair beneath. “Well, as well as one could fair these days. I’m afraid I worry about the state of things”. As did he, she was sure. So much had been revealed in past conversations with her dear Pearse. Alerie let out a soft sigh and held on to Lord Duncan’s arm as he offered. She rarely accepted another’s assistance to walk, too proud to do so, but she did take the arm of the Tarth lord. It was important to show she was willing to rely on him, in every possible way.

“I have something for you, actually,” she mentioned. “Lord Caron made a gift to my family, a symbol of his friendship to House Frey. Frankly, I believe he ought to have given it to you, to a true Stormlander, Lord Duncan,” the brunette added, slipping her hand into a satchel she carried. From it, she extracted a present wrapped in a silvery-grey cloth. Alerie removed the cloth to reveal a small dagger, a beautiful and elegant thing, its hilt decorated with swirling figures that depicted various houses of the Stormlands. “I know you were a genuine friend to Pease. The only friend who might still hold true what he fought for— what he died for”. Alerie swallowed hard, keeping her voice as steady as possible, balancing her words through the fine act of keeping her emotions in check but showing enough vulnerability to sway Lord Duncan’s emotions.

—

He had seen his sister mourn so many men. Not just their brothers but the promised futures men gave when they said they desired to marry her. He'd find her a nice marriage, somewhere on the ocean, with someone who could love her when this was over. Duncan was no fool as to not see the struggle and pain written in Alerie's eyes. He felt for her, knowing what that looked like in private, knowing the depths pain could dig in and hollow out. It would be a shame if Alerie had to feel such sadness. “You are not the only one who worries. My father remains blind to the possibilities a world without the dragons lording over us. I fear it's from old age warping his mind with all that pesky nostalgia.”

Duncan raised a brow as he was offered the dagger, taking it and observing the designs. He could see his own moon and sun, along with the nightingales of House Caron, reminding him of the loss of a dear friend. “Yes, I fear I am. Other houses have hidden their involvement for fear of the executioner's axe. My family demands I pretend I never met Pearse.” Duncan sighed and covered the dagger, looking at Alerie with kind blue eyes. “Are you sure? I don't want to take a reminder from you that you would rather keep.”

—

Alerie’s hand rested on the lord’s arm in a comforting manner, sharing in the concern he felt over his own realm. “I’m sorry your homeland has been sieged by the dragons in such a way. I was truly horrified to learn about the death of the dowager queen. It was so… unexpected,” she said with a deep frown. It was obvious what her thoughts were on the matter, and she could only assume Lord Duncan shared similar ideas. It had been quite fortuitous for the dragon queen that her sister-in-law was removed as any sort of obstacle for full control over the Stormlands, after all. Such things were rarely coincidences. Someone spoke or acted out of turn and they were quietly taken out, especially when political conflict could arise from a more direct manner of elimination.

“I cannot blame them, really. The dragon queen is a fearsome figure, no doubt unafraid to remove her enemies in such public displays to instill fear in others,” the Frey lady sighed, her expression softening at the mention of Pearse. It was both an act and not, for she genuinely missed her beloved and was still haunted by the image of his execution…  “It’s alright, truly. I’m certain he would have wanted you to have it, especially in a time like this, my lord,” the woman reassured him with a subtle but kind smile. “He might be gone, but the true friendship and loyalty that bound the two of you together shall live on”.

—

Duncan had been in love with Margaery Baratheon. He had intended once she was done with mourning to propose marriage to her. He had been sure she would accept, as her children needed a father and he was a good man, he would make a good husband. His sister believed so and up until recently, Minisa's word had been better than that of the Gods. What a fool he'd been. “Unexpected and foolish. If she truly killed the queen, and it were discovered... the Stormlands must raise their banners in her memory. But we have been told she died of illness.” He didn't believe it, not for a second. He'd seen her privately, she was healthy after giving birth, and the maesters tending her had told her she was free of any complications. Not like his mother, who had died giving birth to him.

“And I am driven by that friendship to be any help I can be for you, Lady Alerie.” The last Tarth male speaks with a sincerity to his words that is far too serious. The dagger disappears into a pocket as they walk, swallowed up by now by the streets of Dorne. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

—

“Well, only the gods know the truth on that matter,” the lady said, as the fate of Margaery Baratheon might forever remain a mystery to them. The mere fact that the two of them could assume what had been done was quite telling, however, that they thought the Targaryens capable of such a thing. It was said that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flipped a coin; one side was greatness, the other was madness. Alerie believed that regardless of what side such a coin landed on, Targaryens had it in them to always be cruel and do carry out whatever whim they had to cling to power. The Dance of Dragons was the very testament to that.

“Thank you, my lord. Your words mean so much to me,” Alerie smiled softly and noticed with some relief and some pride that Duncan Tarth accepted Pearse’s dagger, concealing it. Hopefully to be used in the near future. The Frey lady walked side by side with the heir of Evenfall Hall and she glanced at him, the warmth in her eyes fading momentarily. “Perhaps there is, my lord,” the Frey lady said in a quieter tone, “as I believe you and I might have a similar sense of justice, and of what should be done”.

END.

#a.k.a. dumb bitches plotting

[stairnaheireann]

Bang Bang!

Bang Bang (Thomas Dudley) was an eccentric elderly gentleman in Dublin in the 1950s and 1960s who achieved fame as a character in the city. A fan of cowboy films, Bang Bang used to travel the buses and trams of the city staging mock shoot-outs with passing people (hence his nickname). He carried a large church key in his pocket which he used as a ‘gun’. Dubliners, who enjoyed his good-natured…

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#Bang Bang #Cabra #Coombe #Dublin #Dublin character #Dublin City Archive #Folklore #Irish Independent #Pearse Street #Pete St. John #Thomas Dudley

[streetsofdublin]

PEARSE RAILWAY STATION

Pearse railway station or Dublin Pearse is a railway station on Westland Row on the Southside of Dublin, Ireland. It is Ireland's busiest commuter station and second busiest station overall

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#DART station #Fotonique #Infomatique #Ireland #Pearse brothers #pearse station #pearse street #Public Transport #Southside of Dublin #Westland Row #William Murphy

[art-of-thebeano]

Part 4 of 4

Artist: Mike Pearse

Year: 2007

#the bash street kids #the beano #mike pearse #2000s

[theperfectpints]

Raccontare in poche righe cosa rappresenta il General Post Office non è affatto facile. Per la storia d'Irlanda, più di un semplice edificio in stile georgiano.

L'attuale sede delle poste irlandesi, collocata nel mezzo della centralissima O'Connell Street di Dublino, rappresenta un pezzo importante della moderna storia di questo paese. Fu il quartier generale durante la Rivolta di Pasqua del 1916, fu il luogo dove venne letta la proclamazione d'indipendenza della Repubblica d'Irlanda. È un luogo simbolo per la lotta al nemico inglese, riporta al momento in cui si svegliarono le coscienze di tantissimi cittadini irlandesi. Quel momento che accese il sentimento nazionale, fino a quella circostanza, sopito.

All'interno è possibile ammirare l'originale ufficio "An Post" e magari visitare il museo che racconta, appunto, le eroiche gesta di James Connolly, Pádraig Pearse e degli altri valorosi volontari dell'Esercito Repubblicano Irlandese. Quei volontari che furono sconfitti e barbaramente fucilati ma che diventarono, in poco tempo, veri e propri eroi. Esempi da seguire.

Ad oltre cent'anni di distanza come non fermarsi ad ammirare il tricolore sopra quest'edificio. Significa, nel nostro piccolo, dare omaggio a chi ha donato la propria vita per l'amore del proprio paese.

Il GPO rappresenta quel sacrificio che portò all'Indipendenza dell'Irlanda.

Una vittoria parziale, dal sapore amaro. 🇮🇪✊️⛓️🏰

© Irish tales from Rome

#ireland #dublin

[art4youireland]

Evening on Pearse Street

With this painting I decided to dial back on the detail and go for a much looser impressionistic rendering to capture the atmosphere of Pearse street on an early autumn evening. I really like the hustle and bustle of the Grand Canal docks on the weekends and the movement of people, busses and cars at around seven in the evening. Read the full article

[3thurs]

Third Thursday events and exhibitions for January 18

The next Third Thursday — the monthly evening of art in Athens, Georgia — is scheduled for Thursday, January 18, from 6 to 9 p.m. All exhibitions are free and open to the public. This schedule and each venue’s location and hours of operation are available at 3thurs.org.

Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia

Yoga in the Galleries, 6 p.m. — This free yoga class surrounded by works of art in the galleries is led by instructors from Five Points Yoga and open to both beginner and experienced yogis. Sanitized mats are provided. Space is limited and spots are available on a first-come, first-served basis; tickets are available at the front desk starting at 5:15 p.m.

On view:

“Nancy Baker Cahill: Through Lines” — Baker Cahill’s first solo museum show expands upon her background in traditional media and redefines the possibilities of drawing in contemporary art through augmented reality.

“In Dialogue: Power Couple: Pierre and Louise Daura in Paris” — Portraits of Joaquín Torres-García’s daughters by Pierre Daura and Louise Heron Blair.

“Decade of Tradition: Highlights from the Larry D. and Brenda A. Thompson Collection” — Selections from Larry and Brenda Thompson’s gift of works by African American artists.

“Power and Piety in 17th-Century Spanish Art” — Works by premiere Spanish baroque painters such as Francisco de Zurbarán, Bartolomé Murillo, Pedro Orrente and others, on loan from Bob Jones University Museum & Gallery.

Permanent Collection: A wide range of the museum’s permanent collection is always on view, featuring painting, sculpture, works on paper and decorative arts from the Renaissance to contemporary periods.

The museum’s days of operation are Tuesday – Sunday. Reserve a free ticket and see our policies at https://georgiamuseum.org/visit/.

ATHICA: Athens Institute for Contemporary Art

ATHICA@675 Pulaski St., Suite 1200:

“Onodera & Pearse: Contrasts & Correlations” — Sculptural applications of metal, paper, gravity, motion and more.

ATHICA@CINÉ Gallery:

“Skitterings: New Works by Don Chambers” — Collage, drawing and painting techniques variously incorporating colored pencil, graphite, watercolor, acrylic and rust.

Lyndon House Arts Center

The Arts Center will be hosting the Georgia Association of Museums conference dinner on Third Thursday.

On view:

“Memory Worker: Kelly Taylor Mitchell” — Mitchell’s multidisciplinary practice centers oral history and ancestral memory, real and imagined, woven into the fabric of the African Diaspora. Her work is deeply invested in labor-intensive making, slowness and homespun passed-down processes resulting in works of printmaking, papermaking, performance, book arts and textiles.

“Tell Me A Story: Works by Jasmine Best” — Best, a current master of fine arts candidate at UGA’s Lamar Dodd School of Art, uses her memories and manipulations of them to create dialogues about the Black female identity. She explores the folk story traditions of the Black South through tangible and traditional mediums such as fabric and yarn combined with digital sewing.

The Athenaeum

Closed on this Third Thursday.

The Classic Center

Classic Gallery I: “Wild Thing” — Featuring works by Amanda Jane Burk, Shelby Little, Margo Newmark Rosenbaum and Carolyn Suzanne Schew.

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Classic Gallery II: “Love.Craft Athens: Include :: Empower :: Educate” — Love.Craft Athens makes and sells art by differently abled adults. This show includes works by Hannah Jo, Norman Austin Junior, Melanie Jackson and Brittany Wortham.

tiny ATH gallery

“3rd Annual Clean Your Closet” — This exhibition will feature multiple pieces of work from many local artists in a pop-up show with everything priced at $200 or less. C’mon out and take some new art home with you. 

ACE/FRANCISCO Gallery

“Kashi Washi” — Photographs by Jason Thrasher. In November 2023, photographer Jason Thrasher embarked on a journey to Benares, India, to revisit a specific street corner where he had spent two weeks in 1998. Like any community, people had relocated, passed away and aged, but a notable number of shop owners and boatmen were still actively working and living there. The term "Kashi Washi” refers to the individuals who live and work along the riverbank in this sacred city.

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Third Thursday was established in 2012 to encourage attendance at Athens’ established art venues through coordination and co-promotion by the organizing entities. 

Contact: Michael Lachowski, Georgia Museum of Art, [email protected].

#athensga #art #free #3thurs #uga #downtownathens #athens #visitathensga #museum #downtownathensga

[breitzbachbea]

Also, we interrupt the ceaseless Bastards from the North posting to give you some little east coast royal cunt.

Anyways, might write it, prolly not, but been thinking about Harry taking Michele to the Westin post IA or the Trinity Hotel (or whatever that fancy thing in Pearse Street is called). Just wanting MORE now that he's been topped by more than toys and he wants to repay the Stendhal suite favour from Rome.

And god, do I keep thinking about Harry naked on the bed, waiting, eager, and Michele can just think how regal he looks. Harry would not look out of place in Dublin castle or wherever the High Kings used to meet or in the Capella Palatina and an ache goes through Michele. This man has all the vibes of someone with not only power, but the dignity that comes with power and he needs to tap it so badly.

#beablabbers #storie nostre #sicire #harry #miche #now we're done