Warriors in Thor 2 (3/4) - Hogun the Grim
"With Hogun, we stripped away some of the ‘samurai’ look from the first film and implemented elements of the Vanir: tribal influences, as well as Mongol and other Asian influences. This allowed us to break down the design motifs into smaller details that work in tandem with elements that Charlie Wood crafted for the world of the Vanirs, including their technology and architecture." -Charlie Wen, concept artist
01. losing your memory | ryan star [call all your friends / tell them I’m never coming back / ‘cause this is the end / just remember who I am in the morning]
02. the swell season | glen hansard and marketa irglova
03. the boy who blocked his own shot | brand new [you are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins / holding on to yourself the best you can]
04. we don’t eat | james vincent mcmorrow [two thousand years, sunk like a stone / me, I was holding all of my secrets soft and hid]
05. this place is a shelter | ólafur arnalds
06. oxblood | ed tullett [I had palms that sung / I had palms that stung]
07. i can feel a hot one | manchester orchestra [and for the moment, I would sleep alright / the blood was dry, it was sober / my thoughts weren’t entirely intact]
08. about today | the national [you just walked away and I just watched you / well, can I ask you about today? / how close am I to losing you? / how close am I to losing?]
09. sleepsong (acoustic) | bastille [your dreams and memories are blurring into one / and it scares you being alone, it’s a last resort / don’t talk to strangers]
10. the moon is down | explosions in the sky
i. two coins, city and colour | ii. ether, electric president | iii. lights, phantogram | iv. stand proud, jono mccleery | v. story of us, sarah fimm | vi. how, the neighbourhood | vii. broken crown, mumford and sons | viii. stabat mater, woodkid
They’d like to see through me,
but nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
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This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.
—from Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing by Margaret Atwood
it’s what we call ourselves — sort of like a team. earth’s mightiest heroes type thing.