#ghost on the shore

[ancientnames]

every eye on the coast evermore will remember the sight of the ghost on the shore

Just some pictures from the Salish Sea I've taken lately :)

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

The Water Sprite – Theodor Kittelsen (detail) // The Ghost on the Shore – Lord Huron

[bombshelllblonde]

LIE WHERE I LAND LET MY BONES TURN TO SAND I WAS BORN ON THE LAKE AND I DONT WANT TO LEAVE!!!!! EVERY EYE ON THE COAST EVER MORE WILL REMEMBER THE SIGHT OF THE GHOST ON THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DIE IF I MUST LET MY BONES TURN TO DUST IM THE LORD OF THE LAKE AND I DONT WANT TO LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL WHO SAIL OFF THE COAST EVER MORE WILL REMEMBER THE TALE OF THE GHOST ON THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!

IM GOING AWAY FOR A LONG TIME!!!!!!!!!!

[agracefulfall]

The End is Here: Part Three

"And into my garden stole, when the night had veild the pole. In the morning glad I see; my foe outstretched beneath the tree."

Bloody-faced we remained. One tired and ready for the end. The other relentlessly taunted with an absurd grin. If only he left them out of it. But he couldn't and he didn't. I was worn from the beating I'd both given and received. Galaxies of black, blue, and crimson spread across skin.

"Finish it, bitch."

Blood pooled and lapped at the docks of teeth in my mouth as I laughed. A frivolous insult thrown between punches. Death waited in the corner to claim both of us and here I laughed. Catching what air I could, my back slid down rusted metal, blood stained concrete catching my fall.

Weak and cold, I began again, reciting where I had stopped. "And I waterd it in fears, night and morning with my tears," another cough, another spat. The dark fog of night masked all that was around me, "and I sunned it with smiles, and with soft deceitful wiles."

Eyes no longer held strength, so they closed. Waiting for enough air to continue, ears opened and I could hear him shuffling closer. I had spent my life keeping bad men away from the door. When it mattered most, I failed. The end was here, in a locked room. A dream on repeat with a monster at the end. "And it grew both day and night, till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, and he knew that it was mine."

His blows carried more weight than mine. Bloodied and bruised, sure. I had grief and blind rage on my side. I was a bad man, but he was badder. Seeded in the depths of his blackened soul was Lucifer himself, or so it seemed. I couldn't compete. He crouched as I slumped further, deeper into cold concrete.

Somehow, somewhere, someone pulled a gun. A single shot interrupted the final stanza.

[painless-innit-colourful]

o7 dream smp you crazy, weird, unsatisfying, wonderful, random, ridiculous piece of media/server. have a lovely last day darling it hasn't been perfect but I'm so glad we met

[niff-of-draws]

i'm the lord of the lake, and i don't want to leave it.

(3rd part to a series of lord huron illustrations i've started, check out 1 & 2 here)

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

HAPPY RPIDE MONTH [redacted] TO CELEBRATE WE HAVE OLD MAN YAOI WHO ELSE CHEERED

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

SPACE (THRU)HIKER

by Tomek Larek

[whitegumballs]

How did you get in my car with me today on the way back from picking up my groceries

okay. you would think by now i would be immune to the ghost on the shore. but no i’m crying over it again

[transbookoftheday]

Rules for Ghosting by Shelly Jay Shore

To save his family's failing funeral home—and his own chance at a queer love story—a reluctant clairvoyant must embrace the gift he long ignored in this poignant and tender debut.

Ezra Friedman sees ghosts, which made growing up in a funeral home complicated. It might have been easier if his grandfather’s ghost didn’t give him scathing looks of disapproval as he went through a second, HRT-induced puberty, or if he didn’t have the pressure of all those relatives—living and dead—judging every choice he makes. It’s no wonder that Ezra runs as far away from the family business as humanly possible.

But when the floor of his dream job drops out from under him and his mother uses the family Passover seder to tell everyone she’s running off with the rabbi’s wife, Ezra finds himself back in the thick of it. With his parents’ marriage imploding and the Friedman Family Memorial Chapel on the brink of financial ruin, Ezra agrees to step into his mother’s shoes and help out . . . which means long days surrounded by ghosts that no one else can see.

And then there’s his unfortunate crush on Jonathan, the handsome funeral home volunteer . . . who just happens to live downstairs from Ezra’s new apartment . . . and the appearance of the ghost of Jonathan’s gone-too-soon husband, Ben, who is breaking every spectral rule that Ezra knows.

Because Ben can speak. He can move. And as Ezra tries to keep his family together and his heart from getting broken, he realizes that there’s more than one way to be haunted—and more than one way to become a ghost.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

The Drowned Man’s Ghost Tries to Claim a New Victim for the Sea – Thorvald Niss // The Ghost on the Shore – Lord Huron

[colorsoutofearth]

Galapagos Ghost Crab (Ocypode gaudichaudii)

Photo by Ole Jorgen Liodden

[snaoisean]

ghost on the shore. btw

[azures-grace]

Could I kiss music on the mouth, I would...

[agracefulfall]

Sunlight, Sunlight, Sunlight

"I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet. Who would trade that hum of night? But whose heart would not take flight? On first and fierce affirming sight."

July 11, 2022

It wasn't a glance. More like a stumble. An abrupt awakening from winter's long slumber. Like looking at January skies through a Kaleidoscope. I had been found, discovered by sunlight. Childhood dreams of becoming Icarus were closer than I had thought.

"Don't . . . or maybe do . . ."

Days, weeks, months. I had fallen into a rhythm of sleepless nights. Ghosts rattled their chains, their shovels against the wall. But I stumbled into a roaring sea that silenced the noise. Drowning every rattle, every scrape with each crash against the shoreline.

"I missed you too. So much."

I stumbled upon a rock in the grass. The sun held out its warm embrace, catching my fall. I hadn't gone looking. The living dead had become my form. Except now, all I could see was sunlight. Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight. I touched the sun while sleep walking and didn't even notice until our first dance.

" . . . Maybe later."

January no longer held a death grip on my throat. The first breath I took after stumbling and I already recognized what lungs were there for. If I listened closely, I could hear the call of a thousand spring birds ready to make their nests between magnolia buds. Was this what it felt like to be alive? To want to listen to spring birds and feel the heat of the sun on every surface of my skin? I was melting and I didn't even know it.

"Deal."