#tide lines

[youchangedmedean]

Roy Mustang // If I Had My Time (Tide Lines)

If I had my time all over again I'd sit in the sun and get drunk with my friends But this time around when it comes to the end We'd say goodbye and thanks for everything

[headcanonsandmore]

Won't you turn around and hold me?

Happy Tyssa Tuesday, everyone (Thanks, as always, to @a-dandy-and-a-clown for the Tyssa supercut)

[inkpotcrows]

something something about Lucanis canonically finding peace in Rooks arms, being able to finally sleep and rest properly. But maybe in the beginning he gets nightmares, as soon as he closes his eyes, seeing memories from the ossuary, blood, gore, pain, suffering. So far he was always focused on work, finishing a job, stoic, concentrated, tunnel vision. It also helped pushing what he experienced away. Pulling his focus to a task at hand. But then Rook happened. He’s still trying to stay “on the job”, fear of finding someone just to lose them because he thinks of himself as a danger, as unworthy, not deserving. But they stay. Damn they even work together with his little stowaway demon to try and pull him out of his personal mind ossuary. And they’re successful, helping him being able to start healing. And it’s not easy. His brain floods him with everything he was able to put in the darkest corner of his memories. The nightmares are about the ossuary only at first. But then also about how he grew up: the death of most of his family, the expectations and abuse from his grandmother, the role he was raised to fulfil but which he never asked for in the first place. The betrayal of his brother in heart. Until now he only ever knew death. Now, with Rook’s help, he learns more and more about life, about /his/ life beyond all what happened to him. That his life is worth living and that he’s not only a sum of his bad experiences. That only through life you can heal. And no matter how difficult and painful the process is, the working through all that trauma, the confrontation with his inner self. He knows Rook is with him through it all. He can truly depend on them. With them he is safe. Never an hour lost, but always gained.

“Hold on to me till it’s over

Cause I can’t remember the last time I was sober

from the morning to the night

Hold on to me till it’s over

Cause I can’t remember the last time it was so far

From the shadow to the light”

[ lyrics from Tide Lines “Shadow to the Light”, they made me think about this whole headcanon while I’ve been listening to the song 24/7]

[tanoraqui]

Gonna make my inner middle school self giggle for this but # 69 for the Spotify wrapped if you haven't already gotten this in an ask.

“Far Side of the World” by Tide Lines, the chorus of which continues to be what plays during this passage of “The Second Party”:

The dancing patterns of shifting partners brought Old Maggie and Galadriel face to face and they both stopped, raised hands untouching. The musicians repeated a few bars over and over.

Maggie stepped back into an elegant bow. “Artanis.”

Galadriel smiled with amused, if exasperated fondness. “Makalaurë.”

And for a moment, the noontide of Valinor returned to a field just north of the Great Smials in Tookland, the Shire, on the last night of the Third Age of the world, as the music picked up again and the last prince and princess of Tirion on these mortal shores, last ringleaders of a Doomed rebellion, took each other’s hands and danced Shire-fashion down the row of clapping hobbits.

When they reached the end, they did not separate; she spun him around (being the taller), and the music didn’t change but the dancing did, to fleet and graceful steps not seen since the bright Years of the Trees on distant shores. At first it was just the Elvish cousins, but if there is any creature as agile as an elf, it is a hobbit, and they all learned quickly.

[spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte]

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Aesthetic Moodboards // “Wild Mountain Thyme”

And we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme, all around the blooming heather. Will ye go, lassie, go?

(requested by @amiablesummer)

[graaaaceeliz]

Listening to Skipinnish is like "here have a ceilidh set - now have a devastating track about the loss of our heritage to the clearances and the changing world. Home is changed but this is still your home."

Listening to Tide Lines is like "it's almost like this lad moved to Glasgow and thinks about where home is a lot. You can go home, but you're changing and so is home, but at least you can go home."

[cuppa-and-a-view]

Come tae the Barrowland tonight

Come tae the Barrowland tonight

Swing yer maw, swing yer paw, swing yer granny up the wa

Come tae the Barrowland tonight!

Cuppa: an exquisite builder's tea with two sugars

View: the retro interior of Guido's Coronation Café on Gallowgate, Glasgow.

I don't go into the city as much as I used to, as I've changed jobs. It's nice to have a reason to come intae toon on a sunny evening, and this Friday I had the best of reasons.

The Barrowland Ballroom was just that, a popular dancing spot until it burned down in the 50s and was rebuilt in the swinging 60s. The perfect place to spend a night at the dancing, and maybe find a cute boy to walk you home. Now that ballroom dancing isn't so much the thing, the Barrowland has become a world famous music venue.

Warning: flashing lights

When they started this way, I knew which song they were going to lead with! If you want to hear the rest, here's the lockdown version (there's a studio version and an official video too, I just like that one!)

I am a huge fan of Tide Lines. The man above has the voice of a burly Gaelic angel. And this guy here is a wizard on a different set of pipes:

We even got a wee cover of another act that famously played here:

It was a wonderful night. Especially the moment that Robert Robertson forgot his own lyrics, while the crowd confidently went on singing. Maybe we should hold up prompt cards.

I'll leave you with a couple of Glasgow's famous murals, on the Barrowland itself, and on the Winged Ox pub at St. Luke's, another excellent music venue just along the street.