downtothelastbullet:

(Reposting ‘cause everything was on Megaupload)

The Color We’re Born to Mourn—A Richard/Owen mix

What’s Left of the Flag—Flogging Molly
Then the rosary beads, count them one, two, three fell apart as they hit the floor.  In a garb of black we must pay respect to the color we’re  born to mourn

The Ice and Snow Haunt Me Still—Brown Bird
I am broken, I am hollow.  Only smoke rises out of me

Nomadic Chronicle—Gogol Bordello
Maybe I’m a man who is propelled, spinning circles of his doom

As Ugly As I Seem—The White Stripes
And the only thing I could care for is a place in a home that is safe and warm

Bomb—Band of Skulls
To get to home is to get away

Metal Heart—Cat Power
Losing the star without a sky, losing the reasons why.  You’re losing the calling that you’ve been faking

Just the Right Bullets—Tom Waits
Why be a fool when you can chase away your blind and your gloom—I have blessed each one of these bullets and they shine just like a spoon

Wheel of Misfortune—Dropkick Murphys
If the price is your life, son, you’d better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

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kendallgreen:

Favorite Characters: #2 “The Tin Woodsman”

There have been very few scenes in BE with Richard Harrow in them that haven’t either pulled on my heartstrings (sadly scrap booking, his adventure in the woods, the “to the last bullet” scene) or made me gasp/cheer because of the horror I was seeing (sniping, scalping, general blasting with shotguns).  He’s an enthralling character, second in my heart only to the late James Darmody.  With Jimmy gone, he is officially my favorite living character.

Up Next: “A Wild Irish Rose”

bwenner:

Note to self: wait until after you’ve established light and dark values to build a color scheme next time.