Because I could not stop for Death-

He kindly stopped for me-

The Carriage held but just Ourselves-

And Immortality.

~ Emily Dickinson

project moon is getting me with the girldads double whammy

ryoshu spider bud ego.... ryoshu getting the ego for the abnormality that's so fiercely protective of it's children to the point of murder... combined with how protective the artist is of his daughter in hell screen... she's the best dad on the bus

19th century royal carriages (Austria-Hungary)

(Ones at the bottom are miniatures made as toys for Crown Prince Rudolf)

vs. 19th century hearses (A-H & Poland)

Wenn ich tanzen will

Die schatten werden länger

For love and death go together.

Aleksandr Kochetkov, 20th Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel; from 'Ballad About a Smoke-Filled Railway Carriage', tr. Lubov Yakovleva

The Assassination of Henri IV and arrest of Ravaillac on 14 May 1610

by Charles-Gustave Housez

tagged by the gorgeous and fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @aprylynn for february's roundup:

tagging the usual music favs: @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @spicyclematis @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @monismochi plus @kimtaegis for the amy macdonald of it all 💜 and also you, dear reader. MWAH

Ireland’s Carriage of Death

The Cóiste Bodhar (say it like coach-a-bower) is a psychopomp of Irish folklore that appears as either a black coach or sometimes a hearse, carrying a black coffin. The coach is pulled by a team of black horses and driven by the Dullahan, a sort of Headless Horseman of Irish legend. The Dullahan drives the coach to the home of one slated for death to collect his or her soul, much as the legendary Grim Reaper does. According to legend, if the The Cóiste Bodhar is passing through, all gated roads should be opened so as to allow him swift passage through and away to somewhere–anywhere–else.

In 1806, a man lay dying while his family waited for the doctor on the stoop outside. Hearing the furious roar of a fast approaching coach, the family eagerly stood to greet the doctor. Two of the man’s sons ran to open the gate but found it locked. It was never locked. This was strange. One of the sons ran back inside to find the keys, but the coach only raced on at break-neck speed. The family was confused by this and then startled when the dark coach suddenly vanished. It wasn’t the doctor who drove by at all; it was the Dullahan atop the dreaded Cóiste Bodhar. When the son came back from inside, he said he found the keys hidden beneath the innkeeper’s pillow, as if he knew the sick man in his bed would surely draw the attention of The Cóiste Bodhar.

Probably it is for the best. Legend claims that anyone who opens their door to the apparition, will be splashed in the face by a basin of blood.

It is recommended that anyone who spots the coach avert his or her eyes. Making eye contact with the Dullahan could force him to stop and unexpectedly claim a new passenger.

One man, Michael Noonan, witnessed the coach while out riding and described it as completely silent even though the six black horses pulling it were galloping furiously. Noonan, knowing the legend, quickly averted his eyes and the fearsome carriage flew past him on its silent quest for souls.

On December 11, 1876, a servant working for the MacNamara family at Ennistymon House in County Clare had been walking the grounds late at night when he hear the approach of a carriage. What an odd hour to arrive, he thought. But as he peered into the darkness, the servant had the horrible realization that this was The Cóiste Bodhar. He quickly raced along the road and opened the gates leading to the home before throwing himself into the vegetation at the side of the road just in time to witness the black coach fly past. Sir Burton MacNamara was spared that night as the coach rode past the house without stopping. Unfortunately, it must have rode on to find it’s quarry elsewhere: Sir Burton MacNamara died only a day later, in London.

While no one truly believes the legend anymore, the Dullahan and The Cóiste Bodhar are still something of a bogeyman that children in parts of Ireland still fear.

144. Gods of War - Blasphemy (Black/Death Metal, 1993)

Art by Sylvain Bellemare / SV Bell

Blaspehmy is considered as one of the first 'War Metal' bands!

the fact that I'm getting reminded of thomastair scenes I forgot about on this app... there was many of them I can't possibly be insane about them all simultaneously oh my God. is this what having content feels like.

also who's going to commit suicide? because you don't just drop a bomb like 105 and expect me to NOT think it's some kind of foreshadowing

'Can you cook dinner?' shouted a heckler. 'Yes! Can you drive a coach and four?' replied Constance Markievicz (1868-1927) on her campaign for women's votes driving her carriage with four matched grey horses. The daughter of an Arctic explorer in an Anglo-Irish family, she fought against the British occupation of Ireland and was sentenced to death, though released in 1917 under a general amnesty. Arrested again the following year for protesting conscription in the First World War, she stood for Sinn Féin and took 66 per cent of the vote from prison, and refused to take her seat – then she was in any case, still imprisoned.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

Thomas Holm

I think it would really funny if Doug developed a crush on Stede simply because Mary has spent years of her life trying to get rid of all ocean themed shit, only for her ex to show up ‘post mortem’ and give her boyfriend a pirate fetish

I've had this thought: what if instead set in some ambiguously bohemian European city, Bloodborne 2 is set in a Gothic America (or Bloodborne's equivalent of American) . Like something you'd see in a Stephen King book or Resident Evil 7. An entire zone is just a Florida swamp with eldritch alligators.

This is actually an exact idea I have thrown around and supported for a while. I still think it slaps, honestly.

I did get the idea from the Dark Tower, but also from when I got into Hunt: Showdown, which had a bit of a Gothic Western vibe to it. I haven’t played RE7, but I get the idea of the atmosphere it has and yeah, that’s perfect.

I always think of Showdown’s theme as well, and there are some great films with the vibe, like The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, The Hateful Eight, or The Proposition.

Personally though, I would love the weird and bizarre feel it would have under Miyazaki’s influence.

Like can you imagine a beautiful and dark Gothic Western city with supernatural horrors lingering above it? Oh, I would eat that up.

Final boss is Florida Man, btw.

Can't believe Stede went through all that trouble to fake his own death in the most extra way possible. He could've just had Mary say he had a heart attack or smth. Nah bitch put on an entire production.

IRELAND’S CARRIAGE OF DEATH

The Cóiste Bodhar (say it like coach-a-bower) is a psychopomp of Irish folklore that appears as either a black coach or sometimes a hearse, carrying a black coffin. The coach is pulled by a team of black horses and driven by the Dullahan, a sort of Headless Horseman of Irish legend. The Dullahan drives the coach to the home of one slated for death to collect his or her soul, much as the legendary Grim Reaper does. According to legend, if the The Cóiste Bodhar is passing through, all gated roads should be opened so as to allow him swift passage through and away to somewhere–anywhere–else.

In 1806, a man lay dying while his family waited for the doctor on the stoop outside. Hearing the furious roar of a fast approaching coach, the family eagerly stood to greet the doctor. Two of the man’s sons ran to open the gate but found it locked. It was never locked. This was strange. One of the sons ran back inside to find the keys, but the coach only raced on at break-neck speed. The family was confused by this and then startled when the dark coach suddenly vanished. It wasn’t the doctor who drove by at all; it was the Dullahan atop the dreaded Cóiste Bodhar. When the son came back from inside, he said he found the keys hidden beneath the innkeeper’s pillow, as if he knew the sick man in his bed would surely draw the attention of The Cóiste Bodhar.

Probably it is for the best. Legend claims that anyone who opens their door to the apparition, will be splashed in the face by a basin of blood.

It is recommended that anyone who spots the coach avert his or her eyes. Making eye contact with the Dullahan could force him to stop and unexpectedly claim a new passenger.

One man, Michael Noonan, witnessed the coach while out riding and described it as completely silent even though the six black horses pulling it were galloping furiously. Noonan, knowing the legend, quickly averted his eyes and the fearsome carriage flew past him on its silent quest for souls.

On December 11, 1876, a servant working for the MacNamara family at Ennistymon House in County Clare had been walking the grounds late at night when he hear the approach of a carriage. What an odd hour to arrive, he thought. But as he peered into the darkness, the servant had the horrible realization that this was The Cóiste Bodhar. He quickly raced along the road and opened the gates leading to the home before throwing himself into the vegetation at the side of the road just in time to witness the black coach fly past. Sir Burton MacNamara was spared that night as the coach rode past the house without stopping. Unfortunately, it must have rode on to find it’s quarry elsewhere: Sir Burton MacNamara died only a day later, in London.

While no one truly believes the legend anymore, the Dullahan and The Cóiste Bodhar are still something of a bogeyman that children in parts of Ireland still fear.