#night funeral

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[bisexualchaosdemon]

I've been thinking about the house in Columbia and what happens to it after everyone graduates. What if it becomes like Meredith's house on Grey's Anatomy?

It starts with Nicky, Aaron, and Andrew. Then Kevin and Neil, and eventually Robin. Andrew pays off the rest of the mortgage when Nicky goes back to Germany so that Neil and Robin can still use it. Then they leave it with Robin, who brings a couple of her own Foxes.

Soon enough, the house in Columbia has become a safe haven for Foxes that can't go home for the holidays. Just one or two every few years, hut there are generations of Foxes who know the shape of that key as well as Neil does. Nicky may not know much about the Foxes that stay there ten, twenty years later, but his name is still on the title.

For a lot of those Foxes, just like Nicky, Aaron, and Andrew, it is the first safe place they think of as 'home'.

[lifemod17]

Hozier singing a cover of 'Fairytale of New York' by The Pogues ft. Kirsty MacColl

🎥: hoziersvocals | tiktok

Saturday Night Live || 12/21/2024

[andi-o-geyser]

percy's dead?? percy's dead and you're having sex??? oh jail. jail for a thousand years

[homiu-l]

[sleepyminty]

Abno husbands

[wilds-ponytail]

Legend, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

[fishwithlegsandaheart]

more way funeral parlor gerard doodles…. sigh i just love cunt gerar. this drawing literally makes no sense proportion and perspective wise but i literally couldnt give a fart

[arthursfuckinghat]

There's thousands of details in rdr2 that I really love, and I say it all the time, but if I had to pick one as my favourite? It would be the campfire interactions.

From chapter one to even the epilogues, there's always something going on around a campfire.

It's always touched me in an emotional way, but the vulnerability, honesty and silliness that comes out of gang members during late night/early hour campfire conversations? It's truly a beautifully written and well executed feature that I spend a lot of time paying attention to.

The campfire is almost like the gang's communal safe space. They're free to talk, vent, sing or play instruments, and the others around will simply sit and listen or sing along. They bond over sharing these funny stories and tall tales, you have the opportunity to learn so much from the gang members by just listening around the campfire.

Lenny will talk about his father and their hardships, Hosea will talk about how much he misses Bessie or how special Dutch is to him, Reverend Swanson will be open about his addiction and the relationship he has with religion, Abigail will voice her frustrations about John, Bill will talk about how he got discharged from the army, John will talk about his worries regarding Dutch's leadership, Micah will talk about damnation and being prepared for hell, and Javier will be open about Mexico or his mother passing away and not being able to bury her.

There's plenty more, there's hundreds of different campfire interactions, but on a rare occasion - Arthur will talk. He'll sit down and begin apologising for how things have turned out, he'll admit how he's struggling to find a way forward for everyone and that he doesn't want to die but is willing to, then he'll ask for their forgiveness and excuse himself shortly after.

I find it hard to describe how despite gang members having differing options of each other, there's an unspoken mutual closeness that they share whilst talking around the fire. They'll jest and laugh and quip, but they'll also simply listen when they need to.

It's so wonderful.

[cockroachesunite]

Priorities

[slarkzin]

Lefty is 5 dollars!! 😭😭😭

[gold4miracle]

Sorrow

[clever-name-change]

intently thinking about falsettos to escape from my hellish reality (it’s actively making things worse)

[soracities]

Adonis, from "The Funeral of New York", The Pages of Day and Night (tr. Samuel Hazo) [transcript in ALT]

[aqua-regia009]

At the grave of an insurgent, 1877 - oil on canvas. ― Władysław Rossowski (Polish, 1857-1923)

[tridenopmoth]

I made these models a long time ago and I don't know why I didn't put them here.

And if before I made them for myself, now I help with the mod (I make models for the mod :3).

I have a lot more models that I can show, but I'll post them in batches.