#cemetery gaits

[tmbmtb]

The dirt above, the stars below, I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow And when they think of you and me, it's clear if you're the doormat, I'm the hickory

✯ Cemetery Gaits, Los Campesinos!

[pigeonxp]

just found out that Philadelphia got cemetery gaits 😭😭😭 happy 4 them ......

[neighbourhoodtwo]

just saw los camp in london i'm so fucking alive rn

[loscampbracket]

i was fully prepared to throw hands for cemetery gaits im so relieved now it’s over i can finally rest. like straight in at 101 was a teenage fling i look back on with no resentment but i married cemetery gaits. i don’t have an amygdala there is only cemetery gaits. i was drafting everyone i knew into my cemetery gaits army to save it (like 3 people i don’t do socialising only cemetery gaits)

o7 anon thank you for your service

[petorahs]

url playlist, tagged by @nymphomanik (thanks! <3)

(P) uppy princess by Hot Freaks

(E) urus by The Oh Hellos

(T) his side of paradise by Coyote Theory

(O) kinawa by 92914

(R) aining by Lil Ghost小鬼

(A) lmost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

(H) eaven by 平田志穂子

(S) UPERPOSITION - Daniel Caesar, John Mayer

tagging: whoever sees this and wants to! you can say i tagged you i love seeing these (also i need new music to listen to evidently)

[comfortstars]

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto

Yumi's Peace & Sam's Gift (long intense Part)

Morgana noticed that Yumi had a different gait. And she asked herself why she hadn't noticed it before. The old woman must be in a lot of pain; there were typical signs of someone suffering from back problems. But now she didn't want to stop her.

The last time, Yumi found the path quite difficult. But she ignored the pain and agony her body was going through. The cemetery is on a hill, so Morgana had to support her a little so that the old woman could get up the hill. The walk was less strenuous for Sam. But he was silent the whole time.

When the three of them arrived at the cemetery, they again noticed the unusual coldness that had already set in when they left. “Leighton… Leighton, where are you?” Yumi shouted nervously as she walked to the back She remembered where his grave was and headed straight for it.

Shortly before the gravesite, she suddenly stopped. Leighton materialized in front of her in his ghostly form. Not only was Yumi almost shocked by this, Morgana also stood paralyzed in her place. she had never seen a ghost before. “Oh God, Leighton…"/ ‘M-my boy…’. Yumi immediately burst into tears and ran towards him. Sam, on the other hand, was still a little reserved.

Yumi could hardly contain her emotions. She cried while her son held her in his arms. “Mother….” She cried so hard that she could barely speak. “I… I always knew you weren't completely gone, oh Leighton, my son. “/ “Mother…I'm here now, you…calm down, please”. He then looked into Morgana's face for a moment. “Thank you for bringing her here and…congratulations on your baby”.

“Morgana looked at him questioningly. “How do you know…"/ ‘hn, in the afterlife we learn more things than you can imagine…’/ ‘And you're… Here, that's incredible…’/ ‘I know…’/ ‘Dad…’. Sam looked at his father. But he wasn't afraid. Rather a strong need. “Sam… Sam, my boy, come here.” Leighton gently let his mother slip out of his embrace for a moment.

For Sam, a knot had been untied at that moment. He went to his father and hugged him as tightly as he could. “Dad…” he said in a tearful voice. Leighton couldn't hide his feelings either. “Sam, my dear boy. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. Please forgive me"/ ‘mhm…’/ ‘you have a wonderful son, Leighton, h-hh,’ Yumi sobbed.

“Yes, I know. You're so incredibly brave, you know that? You knew exactly that I would come today, didn't you?"/ ”mhm. “/"Listen, Sam, I know this is a new feeling for you. And I'm sure you'll experience it a few more times… We've had someone like you in our family before, but that was a long time ago. “/“What do you mean, Leighton?” Morgana asked curiously.

“Sam can sense when someone around him is about to die… It's like a premonition, but you don't know exactly when and how it will happen. As I said, a few years ago…”. But he couldn't continue. Yumi suddenly became weaker and weaker and lost her balance. “Mother!”. He stood up quickly and caught her in his arms.

“My God, Yumi…”. He held his mother gently in his arms as her body grew heavier and heavier. She didn't say anything more, and you could see her eyes slowly closing. “h-hh, Yumi…"/ ”It's okay. That's what she came here for. And that's why I was sent here"/ ‘What do you mean?’/ ”She wanted to see me one last time before she left. That has now come true…"/ ‘h-hh, oh no’. It wasn't just Morgana who started to cry, Sam couldn't hold back any longer either.

Leighton held his mother in his arms until she had taken her last breath. “I'm sure you'll feel like you're all alone for a while now, my boy. But you have people around you who love you just as much as I and your grandmother do. Do you hear me?"/ ”mhm. But… Can't you stay here?"/ ”I'm afraid I'm not in a position to grant you that wish, Sam. And it would also be against nature…”.

Morgana had to think about his words. And about how unfairly the universe had treated this family. But they weren't the only ones here who had to leave their loved ones alone “Yumi was old and sick, but you…”. Leighton shook his head. “You'd better stop thinking, Morgana. There's nothing that can bring me back. You're responsible for Sam now. And you're better than his mother ever was.”

Morgana was touched by his words. And apparently he was right. For Sam, she was already something like his mother. She looked after him lovingly, even though she had a lot to do with her own child. “I wish there was a way. You don't deserve to die, Leighton"/ ”like I said, don't start thinking anymore. There may be miracles, but not like this. And as for his gift… Mother has a book in her closet. Our family chronicle. Give it to him, then he'll be able to understand some things better.”

Leighton stood up slowly with his lifeless mother in his arms. “What are you going to do now?"/ ”Well, what would you do if your husband was in this situation. You don't have to worry about anything except a headstone. I'm going to take her"/ ‘Take her?’/ ‘Dad's taking her to the spirit world,’ Sam said in a calm voice. ‘But…’/ ”Believe me, Morgana. There's no need to examine her. Like you said, she was old and sick. Now she doesn't have to suffer any more”.

. “There aren't many miracles, but I can show you one right now…”. Morgana and Sam said nothing, but their gazes were expectant. Then a green vibrant cloud appeared around Leighton and his mother. Then Yumi's body slowly dissolved in her son's arms, turning into a transparent ghostly figure like he already was. “This saves us the horrible decomposition process"/ ‘I… I see, wow’.

Before Leighton disappeared into the green haze with his mother, he looked at his son again. “Read the book, my son. And one day you'll understand what you're capable of. Then it will get easier with time. You just have to believe in it."/ ‘Leighton…’/ ”huh? “/ “It was… nice to see you again”/ “Hn, maybe they'll let me out again sometime. Farewell, no…Take care,”. . After a few seconds, the green cloud dissipated with Leighton and Yumi in it.

After the two had disappeared before their eyes, it was literally dead quiet. You couldn't even hear the wind blowing through the bare trees. But then Morgana heard the heart-rending sobs of Sam. “Oh Sam… my little one"/ ‘h-h, now… Now they're both gone’.

“I know. And I know that it hurts very in here.” She stroked his chest with her hand. ”I loved your grandma very much too. But you know… I'm sure she's better now, where she is.” The little boy pulled the snot back up his nose. “Yes, she… She's not in pain anymore."/ ”No, and she'll never be in pain again. Your dad will take care of her….And don't forget… They're both always with you"/. It took quite a while for the little boy's sobs to slowly subside.

After Sam had calmed down a little, Morgana asked him if he would like to stay a little longer. It wouldn't have been a problem for her if he wanted to spend some more time here. But he shook his head and said he would like to go home. To save him the long walk home, she took him in her arms and carried him as gently as a mother monkey carries her young. Then he said something else that stayed with her the whole way home. “I will never cry again!”.

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@greenplumbboblover 😥

Author's note: This is not the first time I had to let a Sim die for a story. Strangely enough, it didn't affect me as much as the first time. But I was still terribly sad that I had to let her go. But what wouldn't you do for a story... when the Grim Reaper came, she left with a smile on her face, which calmed me down😊👻🧚‍♀️

Poses by: @poses-by-bee , @ellechosim , mrs oogie boogie, @eunsims , @spladoum & others.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

For Flotsam • What Death Leaves Behind • A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man • Cemetery Gaits • Glue Me • As Lucerne/The Low • Avocado, Baby • Let It Spill • The Time Before The Last Time • Selling Rope (Swan Dive To Estuary)

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[mp4lenn]

cemetery gaits - los campesinos! satosugu amv/edit/whatever

[pityroadart]

// so high upon the slate quarry / that you swore that you could see the coast //

more sketchbook collage scraps, this time with lyrics from the song Cemetery Gaits by Los Campesinos! + a picture from an old encyclopedia

[saltypringl-track]

In the same vein as this post, heres some Los Campesinos lyrics that are so jmart/teaholding coded it makes me want to eat the furniture:

Songs are Baby I Got the Death Rattle, I Warned You Dont Make an Enemy of Me, Cemetery Gaits, By Your Hand, For Flotsam, Tiptoe Through the True Bits, The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future, and A Portrait of the Trequartista as a Young Man

[pigeonxp]

seeing los campesinos tonight SOOOOO FUCKING EXCITED

[goodnighttexas]

los campy bitches PLEASE INDULGE ME ON THIS POLL

[thetimebeforethelasttime]

lads it’s looking like i might need to pull out my cemetery gait 💔

[allnighter8]

so im gonna be dming a pathfinder 2e group soon and i thought it would be fun to write a short introduction for every characters which justifies where they start and why they are there, while keeping their backstories intact.

hopefully they will like it lol starting with... zombie guts! yay!

@the-faramir i did the thing!

It is unsure what finally wakes you up while in the strange, sheer darkness enveloping you, later you might guess it's the all-encompassing numbness about you. You try to shake it off, but there is no room; you are not in your bed, but in what appears to be a wooden container. Your mind rejects the obvious, words would make it real, so you panic and pound the lid directly above you with all your might as a stream of disjointed images flood you: familiar warmth, a “know-it-all”, and the screams. Digging your way out with your bare hands, swallowing tears and dirt until you finally see light, there is a faint hope that you will wake up once you reach the surface. But a moment after, you are freed from the coffin, but not from terror.

The cemetery you find yourself in is empty and does not seem familiar. The survivor in you screams that you have to move and seek aid, but staying upright, flexing a knee or closing your fist entail conscious and arduous work. You blame your previous comatose state, after all, how long had you been kept down there? Then, you blame your armor, cumbersome even on the best of days. You blame the cold, running as deep as the very marrow of your bones, unlike anything you have ever felt before. You furiously look for culprits until you are left alone with the fact that you are dead.

Perhaps what feels worse than being the recipient of a poor necromantic ritual is that your gravestone doesn’t even have a name. Whoever buried you went through all the formalities, but skipped over the most basic step. As if you were meant to be forgotten, but not disrespected. But you do not need a gravestone to remember your name, Faraam.

After what could be hours or minutes, you compose yourself enough to get up and try to simulate a natural gait. The incessant clank of your armor breaks the silence of the night as you wander, unsure. Know-It-All. It must have meant something to someone, once. You spook what seems to be a drunk farmhand on a night stroll and realize that, perhaps, the first step of finding Know-It-All is to groom yourself enough not to be chased away from civilized society with pitchforks and torches. The mincemeat which has become of your brain somehow still recognizes an inn, but the owner laughs at you, at how dirty your armor is, at how men-at-arms aren’t worth shite nowadays, at how back in the Fifth Mendevian Crusade even the sleaziest bandits understood dignity.

“Friend, if that’s how you parade yourself -you hear, mockery and judgement in equal parts- I don’t even want to think how the man under the armor looks!”

Neither do you.