Free from all the shame

nikofag:

devoted—ganymede:

nowwheresmynut:

Even in his own miniseries, Loki is a sad, toothless old man.

from “Loki” (2004), for those wondering

I think everyone knows by know how my feelings for everything that Loki says or does work.

I’m going to cry my heart out.

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opheliasflame:

Songs for mermaids, selkies and other sea creatures -

and for the sailors and landlubbers who loved them. 

Laura Veirs - Ocean Night Song

Swimming with my fallen blossoms, I drink from the source above - a handful of dreamdust for my pirate, he can hear the Pacific sing. 

Sea Wolf - White Water, White Bloom

And coming through the mist into the calm and clear, in the emerald gloom I can see you near, standing on the shore glowing in the gloom, from your parted lips a beautiful white bloom. 

Abel Korzeniowski - Swimming

Instrumental

Bat for Lashes - Seal Jubilee

The seals they cried in jubilee, the sharks they howled along with me, and birds they flew into the wind, the whale he roamed the lonely sea, and I dived into you. 

Patrick Wolf - The Shadow Sea

To many rocks, not enough breeze, to sail on out of your shadow seas. 

Feist - The Water

The harbour becomes the sea, and lighting the house keeps is collision free, understand the lay of the land, and don’t let it hurt you, or it will be the first to.

The water, the water didn’t realize it’s dangerous size.

Broken Records - Out on the Water

Are you sailing out past the lighthouse, caught in the swell of the tides restless charm, or maybe you’re carried in the grace of my love’s opened arms.

Shearwater - On the Death of the Waters

From the wreck of the ark, to the fading day of our star, the light races, the light drags, the moon rises the moon sags, over the rolling waves. 

The Decemberists - The Hazards of Love, pt. 4

So let’s be married here today, these rolling waves to bear our witness, and we will lie like river stones, rolling only where it takes us.

Lisa Hannigan - Lille

He went to sea for a day, he wanted to know what to say, when he asked what he’d done, in the past to someone, that he loved endlessly…

Now he’s gone. So is she. 

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mattcamoron:

how can a band be so awkward and and so attractive

simultaneously

will forever remain a mystery

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justabunchofmovingparts:

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dalilola | wednesdaysnecropolis

w.h.o.a.

[grabby hands]

I WANTS. [crawls towards]

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