#got it from a love song

[whumpitisthen]

"Your only past is the one you and I both remember."

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

- andrew hozier byrne, born 17 march 1990

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

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[saturnisfallingdown]

woah thats crazy. anyways guys check out this cool guitar solo

[VD: A clip of MCR performing a live acoustic set for 98.7 FM. Ray Toro plays an acoustic version of the "Summertime" guitar solo. End VD]

[anemonet]

Sneakily posting more of my little guys....they should put me in charge of a dlc i would do normal things pls pls pls

[annqer]

my only goal in life is to make horror rpg maker-esque sunday art and have it in a sick edit

[miitokii]

shuake go to a miku concert

the song being performed is obviously Akatsuki Arrival (Producer: Last Note.)

see below the cut for extras!

Akechi: i hate miku as much as i hate pancakes >:(

Joker: oh true. you love both to the point it breaks your facade.

lol this started as me drawing my friend as akechi (they need to stop making akechi-aah expressions otherwise i’m never gonna stop)

hence the first is the redraw with the og pic used as a background lol. second is something goofy i did with the lighting idk

have the non blurred/text versions of the drawings too (with akechi’s unobscurred scarf, because i spent too long on that stupidly complicated pattern only for it to be covered up)

[xitsensunmoon]

Moon was never the one to use more words than needed.

Short, restrained and stingy. It didn't take long to get used to it. Truly, his soft glowing presence meant more to you than he'd ever know.

Sometimes, in the most deafening of nights, you had the honour to hold your breath and listen. Every syllable falling out of his voicebox left a strange weight on your shoulders you couldn't quite decipher. Yet, you treated his offerings like gold.

But mostly, he preferred to mimic the pale celestial body he represents. The silent, but attentive observer, always burning a hole in your back with its eyes.

You weren't alarmed. You were its favourite star after all.

Yet, secretly, it was something you deeply disliked about him. Part of you scraping at the back of your throat every time the room falls silent. And it's not that the calm bothered you. No. No.

You just wish you could hear his voice more often.

His raspy, rumbling tone scratching your brain so nicely, so right, your head snapping in its direction every damn time. Please, just one more word. The night is so much more beautiful when the moon is generous.

Sun said he wasn't always like this. Lullabies and storytellings, book readings and games, little ones falling asleep so swiftly under the gentle melody. Memories stored far away, tarnished with sorrow.

You wondered if there was anything to tug at the strings of his past self. To get him to talk more. To get him to want to talk more.

You wish you could take your words back. But the cost was too high, for him and for you.

...

Your hand cups the side of his faceplate, his voice, seeping into the air in endless vows and pleas, tirelessly infinite like the night itself. For the first time since you knew him, your ears could have him in his full glory.

You wish it wasn't so full of despair. So full of grief. So full of fear.

His hands cradle your body, so cold and sharp, like the gentlest of daggers. Your life spilling onto the bouncy floors in swirls of red.

You can't bring yourself to care. Your eyelids feel heavy, but his voice clings to your very soul, firmly holding onto you, snatching you from death's embrace. His voice, cradling you better than the fluffiest of graves.

His tears burn your cold face like acid. Your mouth moves as you choke on metallic tanginess, the words bleed onto your soaked shirt in language no one but ghosts can understand.

Please, don't cry. I love you. I love you. Your voice is so beautiful.

For once, you're the silent observer. For once, he's the one begging you to speak. He will not ask for forgiveness. Just keep your eyes on me.

Please, just one more word.

The sight of him, your world, fades into darkness. Your ribs nearly crack under the suffocating weight of his prayers. His voicebox whines and screeches, words inaudible but his.

It sounds like a song.

His last gift. Your last lullaby.

What a lovely sound to fall asleep to.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 21; Most faithful mirror

[buttercupshands]

surprise hug!

[palskippah]

Hi!

Drew this while listening to Carlos Baute's quien te quiere como yo (who wants/loves you like I do) as a break on homework sjdfkds

(throws some of the lyrics at you) - who wants and cares for you (like I do), who brightens your days (like I do), who admires you (like I do), who thinks about you and loves you (like I do), who respects your space, who understands your days of change, who brings the best in you 🗣️ I'm sure that no one has ever loved you liiike I doooo

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[madbard]

I just realized another reason I love Hozier’s music. It’s not just that the lyrics are complex, or the music itself is beautiful - it’s that Hozier is a musical liar.

Take Cherry Wine. This is a song about an abusive relationship, told from the perspective of someone very much in love with their abuser. Throughout the song, the narrator describes their lover’s cruelty. Lyrics like “I walk my days on a wire” and “open hand or closed fist would be fine” make the darker aspects of their relationship all too evident. At points, the song suggests that they are defending this relationship to someone else who cares about them (“it looks ugly but it’s clean. Oh mama, don’t fuss over me”) and even the more beautiful and seemingly romantic lines later in the song (“oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing”) have dark undertones (what else is sleep to the freezing but death?) Still, I often come across the song being used in a wholesome, romantic context. A lot of factors contribute to this, but I would argue that this song mainly gets mistaken for a romantic song because of how soft and gentle the music is - it presents as a sweet love song in every way except the lyrics. Even those lyrics are told through the lens of someone defending their broken and abusive relationship, deepening the lie. Our narrator wants to portray this relationship as something dark, yet also immensely beautiful and encompassing. The result is a song about the agony and pleasure of a broken relationship, disguised so well as a love song in every possible way that it gets mistaken for something romantic. (Even if you are aware of the meaning, there is still that deep urge to experience the song as something romantic. Just like the narrator, the listener is drawn in by beauty and the powerful idea of love, so much so that it can blind them to reality.)

Variations of this can be seen in Talk. In this song, the narrator makes their intentions very clear - they are sweet-talking someone in order to hide their own thoughts and desires (“I try to talk refined, for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you”). Despite knowing this, the sheer power of the lyrics (“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found. / I'd be the choiceless hope in grief / that drove him underground. / I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee / that made him turn around, / and I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice”) overwhelms the listener. We know the speaker is putting on a show. We know they have ulterior motives, and likely don’t even believe what they are saying. But their words are so beautiful that we don’t care. The intense, almost mythic music in the background is so lovely and deep, it makes the lyrics seem genuine, because what lie could sound so astounding and true? In this case, the song about smoke and mirrors and empty talk becomes a love song because the narrator is just that skilled at lying.

Even songs like Too Sweet, sung by a narrator who refuses to be with someone unless they allow their standards to slide, become ‘romantic’ and ‘sweet’ to certain listeners - not because the lyrics are impenetrable, but because so many of Hozier’s narrators are unreliable. His songs spin sweet stories, lies so stunning that listeners are willing to deny what they know in order to experience the beauty of that untruth, the complexity of that space between what is real and what we want to believe.

And isn’t that more true to the experience of being a person, and loving other people, than the simple truths we often see in these types of songs?

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 29 - Smile

Just imagine what's around the bend~

ft. @eriyu @nhaneh @improvised-finish @quicksilver-ink @zylphiacrowley & @khajiitclaws

[cecoeur]

How do you sleep at night? No one to hide behind Betrayed every alibi you had You had every chance to make amends instead you got drunk on bitterness And you still claim that you're innocent, it's sad

[accirax]

🌟🍬🤖🎈Congrats to Wonderlands x Showtime for finishing their 4x4!🌟🍬🤖🎈