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'm Connor Macmanus, 's a pleasure t' meet ye. Pure Irish, through an' through, an' one o' Boston's saints. If any o' ye readin' this happen t' be evil motherfuckers, beware. My brother an' I have what ye might call a 'zero tolerance policy'.

Destroy all that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish.

((This is a roleplay blog for Connor Macmanus from The Boondock Saints. Unless otherwise stated, no images posted here are mine, nor do I claim ownership of the character in any way, shape, or form :'3 This blog will be NSFW at times for swearing, violence, and twincest, just to warn you all!))

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*cocks an eyebrow* Dunno- ‘f our aunts an’ uncles get her goin’, she migh’ be a wee bit drunk.

-shakes his head- ‘f she gets inta th’communion wine, wouldn’ be th’first.

*snorts* Remember th’ time she was already a bit hammered an’ she took th’ chalice o’ wine straight from th’ Father’s hands an’ took a nice, long gulp o’ ‘t? An’ said she didn’ remember doin’ any such thin’ th’ next day?

-groans and shakes his head- I swear, ma’s gonna get inta some serious trouble wit’ her drinkin’ one’ve t’ese days. She can out drink any’ve th’guys back home.

Tha’s th’ fuckin’ truth. An’ ‘s not like our relatives help much…

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saint-aequitas:

saint-veritas:

*cocks an eyebrow* Dunno- ‘f our aunts an’ uncles get her goin’, she migh’ be a wee bit drunk.

-shakes his head- ‘f she gets inta th’communion wine, wouldn’ be th’first.

*snorts* Remember th’ time she was already a bit hammered an’ she took th’ chalice o’ wine straight from th’ Father’s hands an’ took a nice, long gulp o’ ‘t? An’ said she didn’ remember doin’ any such thin’ th’ next day?

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shotgunshellsandfeathers:

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shotgunshellsandfeathers:

 Evenin’.

*blinks and raises an eyebrow* Afternoon, man. Guess I should be used t’ seein’ lads who look like my brother ‘round here by now. Just who migh’ ye be?

*shrugs a shoulder* Join the club, it’s ma’ face ‘m seein’ walkin’ ‘round, ya’ think it’s weird as yo’ brotha’, imagine how I feel. William Tams, an’ you are?

*lets out a bit of a snort* I s’pose tha’s true, but I still think ‘s a bit weirder fer me. Anyway, nice t’ meet ye, William. ‘m Connor MacManus.

*smirks* An’ I ain’t arguin’ wit’cha, I bet ya’ know ya’ brotha’s face as well has he does. Nice meetin’ ya’ too, Connor.

Tha’s a way o’ puttin’ ‘t, aye, seein’ as we’re twins. ‘ve seen his face ev’ry day o’ my life. *chuckles* Where’re ye from?

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Easter’s comin’ up, hope yer all doin’ well~

‘m surprised Ma hasn’ called us abou’ Easter yet.

Aye- she’ll probably call on Saturday, t’remind us ‘r somet’ing.

Aye, no kiddin’. Tha’s how she usually works- hopefully she won’ be too drunk this time. Ye know how she gets when she’s been drinkin’.

‘t least she’ll be sober on Easter, aye?

*cocks an eyebrow* Dunno- ‘f our aunts an’ uncles get her goin’, she migh’ be a wee bit drunk.

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shotgunshellsandfeathers:

saint-veritas:

shotgunshellsandfeathers:

 Evenin’.

*blinks and raises an eyebrow* Afternoon, man. Guess I should be used t’ seein’ lads who look like my brother ‘round here by now. Just who migh’ ye be?

*shrugs a shoulder* Join the club, it’s ma’ face ‘m seein’ walkin’ ‘round, ya’ think it’s weird as yo’ brotha’, imagine how I feel. William Tams, an’ you are?

*lets out a bit of a snort* I s’pose tha’s true, but I still think ‘s a bit weirder fer me. Anyway, nice t’ meet ye, William. ‘m Connor MacManus.

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saint-aequitas:

saint-veritas:

saint-aequitas:

Easter’s comin’ up, hope yer all doin’ well~

‘m surprised Ma hasn’ called us abou’ Easter yet.

Aye- she’ll probably call on Saturday, t’remind us ‘r somet’ing.

Aye, no kiddin’. Tha’s how she usually works- hopefully she won’ be too drunk this time. Ye know how she gets when she’s been drinkin’.