#Jackie and wilson

[floof-ghostie]

Jackie and Wilson by Hozier really amazes me as a song because it originally sounds like such a happy love song, and then at the end the rug is sort of pulled out from under us as his love interest leaves, and then the final chorus lets us know that this is an ongoing cycle of the narrator going out looking for a lover who he can project his desires for healing onto, and is ultimately never going to be satisfied because all of these relationships are so short lived and fleeting.

[glorious-destruction]

hey (with the intention of stealing a Lexus, being detectives riding around picking up clues, naming our children Jackie and Wilson and raising them on rhythm and blues)

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier - Jackie and Wilson

❝ She's gonna save me, call me "baby" run her hands through my hair. ❞

[apollolynx98]

I'm not okay. I need him.

I w a n t h i m.

[peddler-of-muck]

hozier is so me because why was he so delusional in jackie and wilson

[weltonboys]

jackie & wilson - hozier / either/or: a fragment of life - søren keirkegaard / first love/late spring - mitski

[womenloverlmao]

if we dont name our children jackie and wilson and raise them on rythym and blues do you even love me?

[mywinterivy]

Bitches be like “I’m fine” then Hozier comes on and they scream “We tried the world, GOOD GOD, IT WASN’T FOR US!” It’s me I’m bitches

[the-rainbow-meme]

"Somewhere Only We Know", Keane / "Hell of a Ride", Fizz / "I think I'm doing Great", Lora Mathis / "All Too Well", Taylor Swift / "Jackie and Wilson", Hozier / "You're on your own Kid", Taylor Swift / "Nighthawks", Edward Hopper / "Damage gets Done", Hozier / "Eat your Young", Hozier/ "Saturn devouring his son", Francisco de Goya / "But the Wages", Hozier / "Here For You", Jon Walker / "My Love Mine All Mine", Mitski / "Hell of a Ride", Fizz

diagnosed with being in your 20s and feeling powerless

[crimsonred-hi]

Freckles

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings: none

Request: yes/no

Summary: the summers in Ireland are slowly getting hotter, and that makes the garden seem more inviting.

The summers are getting warmer. Is that a good thing, who knows, but for Andrew it means he gets to see his girlfriend bask in the sun, making her skin glow.

He watches from the kitchen window, smiling dreamily at her sitting in the grass notepad and pen in hand. She glows in the light: in only some denim shorts and a sports bra, to combat the heat. He can’t stay away for long, so he doesn’t.

With in a minute he’s slotting himself behind her on the grass, draping his arms around her hips, resting his cheek on her shoulder. She smiles down at him, but doesn’t speak, just going back to her notepad. The calm of the scene makes his breathing slow and his heart race, his fingertips moving gently across her hips, her waist and her stomach, with his nose pressed into her shoulder.

Kisses, he starts to kiss her bare shoulder, taking in the smell of flowers and pollen she’s taken in from being outside so much. Lips pressed into every freckle, blemish, stretch mark he can find on her shoulders, moving her hair out of the path his lips are taking.

She leans back into him, leaning her head back against his shoulder so they can contact their eyes,

“What are you doing, Andrew…?”

He hums, not answering the question, instead moving forward to press his lips to hers. When he pulls apart he rubs his bearded cheek against her smooth cheek, making her laugh at the coarseness of his hair.

“You look lovely in the sun…”

He mumbles his words into her skin, leaving more kisses over her. Nuzzling his nose into her, making her giggle because it tickles.

“Stop, Andrew! That tickles! Stop!”

Her laughs and giggles are nothing but music to his ears, nothing but sweet music. Be he stops when she starts showing signs of her body hurting from laughing, he just holds her close, his face pressed into her shoulder as they bask in the sun together.

“Have you noticed how many more freckles you’ve got? And your hair is getting lighter, your practically a red head with how light your hairs gone.”

He’s barely listening to her as she speaks, his focus on how she’s started to scratch at his beard softly, his beard that’s go a red colour, sun bleached. She runs her fingertip along his nose, going on about how many freckles have appeared on his face with how much times he’s spending in the sun, wether he’s with his bees, sitting in the garden, or just sitting in the dining table with the rooms massive windows. He just hums along mindlessly, not really listening to her words.

“Are you listening to me?”

“… no.”

She sighs, just deciding to make herself comfortable with him holding her from behind as they sit in the grass. Watching the world go by.

He kisses her shoulder again,

“We tired the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.”

He says the lyric so softly, not melody to it, just saying it like it is a line of a poem.

“Well… the world is pretty shit, I’m rather happy to lie back watch it burn and rust with you.”

The words shot back at him, make him smile, she really knows his lyrics.

[unadulteratedcoffeetimemachine]

Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust. We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us.

Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

[just-queue]

Hozier discography collage book entries:

1. Jackie and Wilson

2. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene (censored(

3. Blood Upon the Snow

[muxshwriting]

jackie and wilson

matt murdock x reader

summary: matt and reader get drunk which leads to the contemplation of future life decisions || warnings: drinking || words: 603 || masterlist

“Have one more with me?” You ask Matt, pouting. He’s far less drunk but tipsy enough to sway where he stands.

Matt shakes his head, a lopsided grin covering his face. He inches closer, face almost touching yours. “I can feel you pouting.” He whispers darkly.

“Because you won’t have a drink with me!” You reply, laughing. “It’s not fair.”

“Darling-“ His warning tone did nothing to quell your mission: get Matt drunk.

You inch even closer, lips practically touching his. “Don’t you wanna be a daredevil?”

He rolls his eyes as he drags you both away from the bar. He’s trying to pull you back to the table where Foggy and Karen are wrapped up in each other, but you divert him to the dance floor, letting the music sweep you into the rhythm.

Your hands thread themselves into his brown locks, combing out tangles as you both sway to the music. His hands rest on your hips and lead you in the movements. He’s smiling at you, feeling you twist in his arms in time with the music. The night continued on, the satisfying buzz in your chest never waning. But eventually Foggy interupts you and Matt to drag you both home.

The door bangs against the wall as you fall into it but neither you or Matt have enough sense to care. He giggles slightly as you drag him through the house, hitting every wall as you do. Despite being drunk and blind, Matt doesn't hit a single one, listening to your soft swears as you hit another wall with your already bruising shoulder.

Clothes are laguidly tossed to the floor and covers are pulled back until both of you have fallen into bed. The night is waning and you slip into the tired mindset as soon as your head hits the pillow. Matt throws an arm around you, keeping you close as he closes his eyes for the night.

You slowly trace patterns along his chest, feeling every breath Matt takes. He’s slowly drifting off, admitting defeat and neglecting his Daredevil duties for once. It’s a nice reprieve from the worry that torments you every night he comes home late. It’s a tricky balance. Yes, you want Matt to stay safe but he’s also helping the city in a way very few others could.

It wasn’t easy at first, especially when he would come home caked in blood and hurt himself. But it had been years since those first outings. He was more lawyer than devil now and he took nights off… some nights off.

You and Matt had talked loveingly of the future on mutliple occasions. There had been discussions of him quitting Daredevil altogether and focusing on building a family. Matt had promised that when you did start a family, the suit would be retired immediately. You often joked about tearing that suit to bits and burning it so that he couldn't go out at night. But deep down you knew he would go out regardless.

The most frequent discussions, however, were about leaving New York. You could pack up this life and travel for a few years, experience everything the world had to offer. Starting a family would happen when it was meant to but you and Matt wanted to take a few years just for you both. Running state to state certainly had its appeal but it was always questioned. Maybe it wouldn't work. It would cost too much, take so much time and effort.

But the freedom it would grant would be more than enough. A little haven, meant for only you and him.

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[hoziercriespower]

Hozier - Jackie and Wilson

❝ 'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young. ❞

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

made a hozier graph! thoughts?

[floof-ghostie]

Jackie and Wilson by Hozier: