Loki's Daddy

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Hello and a question to all who follow me here on tumblr

Hello!

I will not be on tumblr much any more if at all. I have too many social networking addictions, so I need to choose just one! So I will choose to to stay on facebook.

That said, if any of you are interested in friendship on facebook, please sent me a message (fan mail) here and I will sent a link to my facebook page, or you can send your facebook link and I'll send a friend request.

I have enjoyed many blogs on here, some I will truly miss. I adore all my fellow cat lovers! 😻 I hope to make your acquaintance on facebook.

Wishing each and every one of you, ALL the Best!!! ❤

Thank You!!

Tommy (Loki's Daddy)

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VARNƱAK | via Tumblr en We Heart It.

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The Norns (Old Norse Nornir)

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King Dude ~ My Mother Was The Moon

Burning Daylight (2012) Video footage: film by Konstantin Alexandroff (thank you!) http://www.kostassoid.com/

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Failte - thanks for following me! I'm a third-generation Scottish-American pagan, married to a second-generation Polish-American pagan for more than 30 years now, so when I showed your handfasting photos to my husband, we both said, "Oh, they're still kids!" I occasionally post Hellenic, Celtic and Norse/Germanic stuff, but I notice you and I have an interest in Loki in common. Looking forward to seeing more of your posts!

Thank You!! Wishing You and Yours All the Best!!! :)

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My Loki says "Hello!"  😊 ❤ ⋟^. .^⋞ ☽◯☾

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So Eliot, are you having a relaxing Sunday? 😍  😻 ❤

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HAPPY HALLOWE'EN!!!!!!

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Thank you for sharing your handfasting photos - you have been richly blessed! Congratulations! WIshing you both much love and happiness on this, your special day, and always!

Thank You, So Very Much! ❤

Wishing You and Yours a Blessed Samhain and Winternacht!

Blessed be!!! ☽◯☾

-tommy

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Ah!!! It is officially October 31st!!! I would like to wish everyone a Blessed Samhain and a Blessed Beltaine to my friends in the Southern Hemisphere. ☽◯☾ Of course, HAPPY HALLOWEEN, or just a Happy Day if you do not celebrate any of the above. It is a very special Holiday for us this year. It was 20 years ago, this Samhain, that my wife Kim and I were handfasted/married! 😍 ❤ 20 years of putting up with me!!! I do not know how she has done it!...

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Arthur Rackham, ‘The Witches’ Sabbath’, Illustration for Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, 1928

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~ Edward Frederick Brewtnall (1846-1902), A Visit to the Witch (detail)

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Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven - Basil Rathbone

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) - The Raven - Read by Basil Rathbone For Video+Text go here: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1615207941489

The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

            Darkness there and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

            Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

            With such name as “Nevermore.”

    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

            Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

            She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

            Shall be lifted—nevermore!

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Edmund Dulac, Circe the Enchantress, 1915

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Ancestor Prayer

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Jocelyn Pook - Masked Ball (Ghost Intro)

Ghost's live intro song. Song is Masked Ball by Jocelyn Pook as used in Stanley Kubrick's film Eyes Wide Shut. The band Ghost uses Masked Ball as their intro...