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actaecon · 11 months
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Funeral Flower shop. Sinaloa Mexico
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funeral · 8 months
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Victorian mourning cabinet card
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newyorkthegoldenage · 10 months
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A solemn Babe Ruth views the body of teammate Lou Gehrig at Christ Church, Riverdale, at Gehrig's open-casket funeral on June 3, 1941.
Photo: NY Daily News
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justanechoflower · 2 months
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Wow. I never thought THAT would be what would make the back-up file Monika made needed. Way for Flowey to lose his extra life from something this trivial. Well, I guess it’s about time for that M!A that makes it stop working now…
…Oh wait, that one probably doesn’t count. Usually completely random deaths like that just randomly get undone and they’re just fine in the next scene. It’s not one of those that would actually stick around in any kind of narrative environment, since this wasn’t a serious scene.
So instead…
Oh my god, they killed Flowey!
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Tagging y'all because screenshots do not notify answered asks:
@moxiemaxo @the-idiotic-asker @goldeneclipsee @ge-reblogs-shit @faysal1232
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soft-black-velvet · 2 months
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Immobilità
Carboncino su carta
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dmagedgoods · 1 year
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Violet for Sal for the flower meaning prompts? 💜
19. violet - i will watch over you ~ Funeral Flowers – Part III (to Part I) (to Part II) “Wait.” He reached out for Daeran’s wrist. The touch and the quiet urgency he spoke with made him stop in his steps. His face was impossible to read when he turned around to him, but he noticed something sharp in his gaze, a silent threat to let it be. He released him but didn’t waver in his intention. “Follow me.” Near the entrance to the banquet hall, another door led to an empty lounge. Salvadore closed it behind them the moment they had entered. “During my dear cousin’s funeral? I’m appalled.” The amused smirk on Daeran’s face didn’t reach his eyes. “But not enough to let the opportunity slide.” He stepped closer, reaching out for his collar. “Daeran …” With a pained expression, he took his hand and brought it to his lips in a soft kiss to interrupt him in his attempt. He didn’t withdraw from the touch, but now a flicker of rage appeared on his features. “What is it that you want? A sappy, sentimental outbreak? Some sort of confession?” His eyes grew colder and a cruel little smile played across his lips. “Absolution?” Salvadore flinched almost visibly and he let go of his hand. “I was right, wasn’t I? You feel I should have been able to save her, should have made different decisions in Iz, that I took the opportunity or even had planned to …” “No,” Daeran interrupted him. “That is what you tell yourself, your feelings about it. Not mine. She knew what she was doing. What she was risking. – Self-complacent and stubborn in her haughty beliefs to the very last moment.” His hands clenched into fists. “It’s quite a fitting and predictable outcome that it eventually got her killed in a last heroic attempt to save the world.” He tried to sound indifferent, but anger and agony lay clearly within his words. “You know, when I was younger …, merely a boy, and she … She seemed to care about … Oh by all creatures in hell, we had some true moments of closeness, of trust and intimacy. I know what you’re thinking, but not like this, no. She just … she seemed as lonely as …” me. He didn’t finish the sentence. “But of course, she got captivated by her duties, and who needs to live a life when you can become an untouchable idol and try to impress some unapproachable goddess somewhere in Heaven. No one truly was … you know” Daeran gestured vaguely and Salvadore recognized the tears in his bright eyes, tears he obviously attempted to fight. “No one truly was important to her; she only used this shining image to stroke her own ego. Gods, just listen to me. You wanted pathetic whining, here you have it. Are you satisfied now or would you pre…” Salvadore pulled him close, gently, but with firm determination, and, to his relief, Daeran just allowed it to happen. There was not a hint of the resistance his barbed words had made him assume he’d show when he closed his arms and wings around his body. “And why would I complain?” he continued, “She probably is at her beloved goddess side right now. If she can hear what I am saying, I swear I’ll make you pay for getting me to speak it out loud.” Salvadore stroked his hair, his throat tight, his eyes filled with tears as well. “I wish things would have developed differently. I wish there was still time.” Despite his guilt and doubts, he meant those words with all genuine sincerity, his chest heavy with grief. “You know, despite it all … I’m sure she cared.” “What meaning does it have?” Daeran’s voice sounded empty now. “She’s gone.” He was holding him more tightly while a feeling of helplessness overtook him. But Daeran didn’t expect an answer – what words could there be – instead, he let his forehead rest against his shoulder. “And what about you …? Will you disappear as well? In some last act of glorious heroism?” Salvadore’s eyes widened. He increased the distance just enough to cup Daeran’s jaw to force him to look at him. Gods, he had lost so many. – For years every person close to him and even those who only had dared to try and get there. A sharp pain shot through his veins at the thought. “I won’t go anywhere,” he promised. “You are not alone anymore. There is nothing I want more than to be at your side, to live with you, to protect you. I’ll be right here as long as you want me to stay. Forever if that’s your wish as well.” Daeran turned his head lightly to close his eyes and press his face against his hand in a silent answer. When he looked at him again, a slight smirk was back on his lips and he seemed more composed again. “You better keep your word or you’ll regret it.” Salvadore leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. “I always keep what I promise.” The hint of relief in Daeran’s eyes told him that he believed him. “Although I don’t need protection, you know.” He gave a theatric sigh and two of his fingers ran through the feathers of his wings. “But I guess that’s what you get for falling in love with your guardian angel.”
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yonemurishiroku · 1 year
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Someone please educate me about Ancient Greek funeral flowers. The symbols and meaning and colors and all that. Please i’m begging you. 
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systemaltoclef · 3 months
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deadgirl kondrakis first name is lily. to us
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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year
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txpuke · 5 months
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floristusa · 7 months
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What Are the Significance of Funeral Sprays in Honoring a Loved One's Memory?
Funeral flowers have been powerful emblems of love, respect, and remembering throughout human history. These beautiful flowers have been used for ages to express sympathy, provide solace, and show respect for the deceased. The custom of giving funeral flowers is deeply ingrained in many cultures around the world and reflects the innate human need to express sadness and honor the lives of the deceased.
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mortuscunningham · 8 months
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my father preached on sunday and the church had funeral flowers sitting out from the day prior. i sketched them while i was there, then made this based on a few of them. i think it turned out nice.
i used Artist's Loft colored pencils and soft pastels, as well as a gelly roll while liner. the sketchbook is also from Artist's Loft.
cross-posted on Insta
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funeral · 7 months
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1890s funeral memorial flowers cabinet card
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mannlibrary · 2 years
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Photos of casket cover flower arrangements from the book, Album of Designs: Funeral Flowers. [19--]. Published by Chicago’s Florist Publishing Company. https://newcatalog.library.cornell.edu/catalog/6742213
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justanechoflower · 2 months
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*sobbing on the ground*
MY BABYYY
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funeralsuk · 9 months
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