#hoe for Hozier
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thesongofsoleil · 2 months ago
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ׂ╰┈➤ Hi my name is soleil! 𖤓 im a minor 𖤓 basic dni 𖤓 she/her 𖤓 CONAN GRAY, HOZIER, Alec Benjamin, Laufey, Mitski, Lana del Rey, ABBA, Arctic Monkeys, Queen, The neighborhood, David Bowie, The smiths 𖤓 cabin 9 𖤓 slytherin 𖤓 history, english, science > any other subject 𖤓 GREEK MYTHOLOGY 𖤓 i want to be forensic psychologist or marine biologist 𖤓 i love to read and get involved in fandoms 𖤓 DINOSAURS 𖤓 snakes are cool 𖤓 looking at the night sky/astronomy 𖤓 reading 𖤓 long care rides with headphones and a book 𖤓
ׂ╰┈➤ Marauders/Harry Potter(fuck jkr) 𖤓The song of Achilles 𖤓 All of us villains 𖤓OUABH 𖤓Shatter Me 𖤓 AGGTM 𖤓 TFOTA 𖤓 TIG/TGG 𖤓 Lore Olympus 𖤓 Grey Crow(i don’t actually know if this is a fandom or not) 𖤓
ׂ╰┈➤ HTTYD 𖤓 Fantastic Mr. Fox 𖤓 Dead poets society 𖤓 camp cretaceous 𖤓Pride and Prejudice𖤓 Flipped 𖤓 Anne with an E 𖤓 loki 𖤓 percy jackson 𖤓 Hunger Games 𖤓 Harry Potter 𖤓 Twilight 𖤓 The notebook 𖤓 10 things i hate about you 𖤓 snl 𖤓 Tangled 𖤓 award shows 𖤓
ׂ╰┈➤ Apple music(what i actually use) and Spotify bc i don’t know why my music taste is honestly it’s kinda all over the place also my airbuds
ׂ╰┈➤Currentlyies(these will probably be consonantly changing)
— Reading: Games Untold
— Listening to: Blackstar
— Watching: Arcane
ׂ╰┈➤ My lovely moots: @vividiangelo @apollosmusee @viivdle @midiosaamor @sugarcandydoll @starrynightsxo @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep @xoxo-lenah @agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity @helpimhopelesslyinlove @his-littlefox @art-of-fools @blackstargazer @wish-i-were-heather @marbledmoonstones @miela @love-and-books320 @rabbitholessk @thejudeduarte @thenightmareinyourcloset @shattermelyhfmlblog @ant-thebooknerd @shamelesswolfstarshipper @graaaaaayy @certifiedfantasyreader @cromulentreader @mt-jupiter @tunguszka20 @rizzgoddessans @ur-mother-is-ketterdam @marr03 @anything-for-my-moony-1971 @sweetreveriee @allisoon0930 @reggieisfit @bookish-phile @sitting-in-a-library @thebombofficial (sorry if i missed you)
ׂ╰┈➤ tags-
asks: #soleil’sasks✩
random/rants: #rantingw/sol☾⋆⁺
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ׂ╰┈➤i got inspiration and ideas from my moots intro posts so if you are my moot and i probably used some somethings from you so here’s 🫴credit for you🫶
ׂ╰┈➤ other blog(s) -
marauders blog: @c0rl3on1s
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mylifeisafadingtragedy · 3 months ago
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We need to compile a book of hozier songs and call it 'hymns by hozier' with tinted paper, ethereal art and fairies in the border.
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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 11 months ago
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Crowley, a romantic: I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door...
Aziraphale, a hoe: Slither right in, my dear, slither right in >;)
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lifemod17 · 5 months ago
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How much of a hopeless romantic am I, you ask?
My favorite songs off of each Hozier records and three of my favorite sunset pictures I've ever captured are as follows:
Like Real People Do
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Wasteland, Baby!
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I, Carrion (Icarian)
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These sunsets are what those songs look and feel like to me 💛
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drunkhades · 7 months ago
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hoe-> hozy->Hozier
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myfandomincolor · 8 months ago
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I don't know what I'm doing with all these colors or holy crap a background but I know that listening to Wildflower and Barley on repeat compelled me to sketch Halsin reviving Reithwin with his bare (bear) hands. 100 years of stagnation; as useful as dirt; renewal.
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nadja-antipaxos · 2 months ago
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Close your legs, ya slut.
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cntrlaltdelete-what · 3 months ago
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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
Awww thank you for sending this to me 🥰
My favourite songs at the moment are:
July or Nobody's Soldier by Hozier
The Sunshine by Infinity Song
No choir by Florence + the Machine
Talk by Hozier
Metamorphosis by Infinity song
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labelledame2 · 2 years ago
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lifemod17 · 1 month ago
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Happy Birthday, love! I hope it’s a fantastic one and your start into a wonderful new year on this Earth. Sending you all my love and the warmest hugs. And also a sunset for you, of course.
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I’m also thrilled you’ll finally get to read this. Just for you, dear… 🐁🧀
exactly this one
cool 😀 hey 👍 I love crying 🥲 using the brightness of the moon to measure his love for you is EVIL (its so good, the yearning is strong with this one)!!!
and you left me a STAGGERINGLY GORGEOUS SUNSET??!! that is so picturesque, it almost looks unreal. I feel like it should belong in an art gallery. such a peaceful looking sunset that I had to stop what I'm doing and take a deep breath.
Sweetheart, thank you so much for all the birthday love, you are so very sweet 🥺 all the love and hugs right back!!! I am but a humble mouse, grateful for all these cheese 🙏🧀
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pinklunarprincess · 29 days ago
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This whole fic is just a MASTERPIECE.
Love in Verses (XXIII)
Chapter 23 : ‘Even the dearest that I loved the best are strange – nay, rather, stranger than the rest’
Hi! Here is a new chapter! One of my favs, to be honest, it’s one of the first chapters I wrote for this fic, so it had a special place in my heart.
Also, Saoirse and Sean are back! I’m also making a reference to a documentary in this chapter, I was thinking about Brainwashed directed by Nina Menkes, you can check it out if you’d like!
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)
Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here
Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?
Word Count: 3694
Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist
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I am
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
John Clare
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Andrew was fucking panicking.
Bloody panicking.
Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it had to be useful at one point to have an older brother… right?
Andrew would never admit that he needed reassurance, that he needed guidance, a protective figure to pat him on the back and tell him what to do next, and that it was the reason why he had driven to his brother’s on that Monday night. Of course not. Jon was his brother after all. Andrew would never admit any of that out loud, even if it were true.
The hike had happened the day before, that moment he had realised he was falling in love with you. That he was in love with you.
Bloody hell…
“So, let me get this clear…” Jon spoke with his elbows resting on his knees, bent over and leaning towards Andrew, struggling to gather his thoughts. “You thought you were still in love with Sam. Who left you for your colleague’s ex. And you thought ‘hey, what dumb idea could I bring to the table today’ and it led you to try to get back with the woman who cheated on you…”
“She didn’t cheat on me, she left me before she got with Frank.”
“How do you know that? Did you ask her?”
“Frank told Y/N he broke up with her before anything happened with Sam.”
“And she dumped you two weeks after he dumped her. You don’t know what happened.”
Andrew felt a lump creeping up his throat again, and he averted his gaze, rubbing roughly at his collarbone.
“Anyway, let’s move on…” Jon brushed the argument away with a quick gesture of the hand. “You tried to get back with Sam and to help Y/N get back with Frank… and then you fell in love with Y/N. Your colleague. Whom you share an office with.”
“I mean… yeah, kind of… I guess…”
Jon buried his face in his hands.
“I swear to God, Andy… it looks like you purposefully want to ruin your own life.”
“I can’t control the way I feel, Jon!”
“This is madness! She’s in love with her ex!”
“I know!”
Andrew’s voice was shaking more than he wanted it to. Jon looked up at him, reading him like an open book, and Andrew hated it.
“I know, okay?!” Andrew went on, voice still shaking while his throat tightened. “I know! I know I’ve fucked up everything with Sam! I know she got better than me! I know I’ve never stood a chance at getting her back! And I know Y/N is too good for me! I know we’re colleagues and that would complicate everything! And I know, I fuck… fucking know that she’s in love with someone else! I know! I know but I don’t know how to fix this! So can you, for once, be useful and tell me what to do now? Cause… I… I don’t know… Jon, I don’t know…”
God, Andrew hated himself for breaking in front of his brother, for letting the tears escape, but he couldn’t help it. This was too much. He simply couldn’t handle this…
Before he could add anything, Jon had stood up from his armchair and was sitting next to his brother on his couch. He didn’t say a word as he pulled him into a hug.
“Come on, Andy… it’s gonna be fine. You’ll be just fine.”
“Christ… I’m so fucking lost… I don’t know what to do Jon…”
“Do you truly love her? Y/N? Or is she just a rebound.”
“I don’t know…”
He was lying. Of course, Andrew was lying, because he couldn’t say it out loud, how could he? He couldn’t say it to himself… he couldn’t feel like that again…
“Say it. Say it out loud.”
Jon would get it out of him, and Andrew knew that he needed to let it out, to embrace the feeling, but it was so painful… pulling on a knife stuck in a bleeding wound…
“Andy… say it. Answer me.”
Andrew closed his eyes, resting his cheek on his brother’s shoulder, looking across the room. There were posters in black and white of old movies on each wall, and across from Andrew, James Dean was staring at him, a cigarette in his mouth. And Andrew stared at those eyes in black and white, and they stared back. Unwavering. Immortalised on paper and ink. Young, free, rebellious, without a cause…
“I love her,” Andrew whispered. “I love her, Jon. I’m falling more and more every time I see her.”
“Is it serious? Or just a crush?”
Andrew shrugged.
“I’m in love. I feel… like I could love her more than I’ve ever loved Sam… How can I feel like that? I thought Sam was the one! I thought we would stay together, I… I thought about marrying her at one point!”
“She wasn’t good for you, Andy.”
“You sound like mom. And dad.”
“When were they ever wrong? About anything?”
Andrew sniffed, knowing damn well the answer, refusing to admit it.
“She was nice enough,” Jon conceded. “She was smart, beautiful, successful… but she didn’t care enough, Andy. She didn’t care enough about you. She was selfish, in her way of loving you. You deserve better than that.”
Andrew pondered these words, wanted to believe them, couldn’t…
“What do I do now? It’s a mess…”
“Yeah, it’s messy… But you’ll be fine. You need to do whatever makes you happy.”
“What a shitty answer. Did you find it in a bloody fortune cookie or something?”
“Do you still want to be with Sam?”
Andrew took a moment to think.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so… I don’t know…”
“Do you want to be with Y/N?”
“She doesn’t want that…”
“That was not my question.”
Andrew struggled to swallow, but nodded.
“Yeah… yeah, I want her.”
“Then, love her. Maybe, with a bit of time, she’ll love you too.”
“What do I do to make her love me?”
But Jon chuckled.
“I’m single, remember? How am I supposed to know that?”
Valid point. But Andrew reckoned that he could at least try. He could find the things you didn’t like, he could change… maybe… be better for you…
There was silence for a moment, Andrew sniffed, looking at James Dean still. It was raining outside, as per usual. On the windowpane close to the poster, raindrops formed lines that turned the world into a blur. Dublin was but rough shapes and patches of brown, grey and white.
“How did you realise?”
“What?” Andrew croaked.
“That you love Y/N.”
“I won’t tell you. You’re gonna laugh at me.”
“I won’t laugh. You’re crying.”
“Like that has ever stopped you before!”
“Come on, I know you’re truly upset, I won’t take the piss. Tell me.”
Andrew heaved a sigh.
“We went hiking yesterday. And the day was so great, she was so funny… and then we took a break and she had brought snacks, and… she had all my favourites. Like… it was so fucking sweet…”
Jon started chuckling.
“She brought you snacks, and you fell for her?”
“You don’t understand.”
Andrew broke their hold, got up in a jolt. He was rubbing at his collarbone again.
“She… she did that for me. And she… she knows me… like… she knew what I liked. That’s… I don’t know how to explain it. I felt so… understood… like… Like I wasn’t on my own for a moment, you know? Like there was actually someone who cared enough about me to go through all the trouble of learning what I like and showing it… just to make me happy. Like…”
Andrew heaved a sigh.
“Anyway… I knew you’d laugh at me.”
“If I give you a cracker, will you declare your undying love for me?”
“Fuck off!”
Before he could tell his brother another insult, Jon was throwing a cushion at his head, making Andrew huff as he lost his balance for a second.
He was laughing again as he picked up the cushion and threw it back.
But that didn’t answer his question.
What would Andrew do now?
When he eventually got home, he wasn’t sleepy at all. Instead of going to bed, he scrolled aimlessly on his phone, wasting his time on social media. Once he had enough of it, he decided to organise his photos on his phone. He put them into files, kept some messily saved without any home.
And then he reached the pictures he had taken the previous day, of your hike. Landscape, trees, clouds, and you… you standing on top of that hill, while the world laid at you feet. Your red scarf, Elwood sitting by your feet. Your beanie, your warm coat. You were a silhouette on this picture, and yet he loved it, loved that feeling that you were towering over the world. His world.
He pressed his thumb on his screen a few times, and then admired his work. When he unlocked his phone again, instead of seeing Sam��s smiling face, he was seeing your frame among the Wicklow Hills.
He heaved a sigh.
What would Andrew do now?
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Saoirse was fucking panicking.
Bloody panicking.
Essays were piling up and it was a bloody nightmare. A FUCKING NIGHTMARE.
She was going to fail. She was going to fail all of her exams, and especially the one about 20th century literature, because… who the fuck was mad enough to make a class about the fucking modernist avant-garde, huh?
Professor Hozier-Byrne was, of course. Of bloody course. It had to be the nicest of them too, and the hottest, and the one who actually gave two fucks about his students… which meant that she couldn’t even be mad at him and curse at him for the suffering she was enduring as she struggled with this James Joyce novel… For Christ’s sake…
She heaved a painful sigh, hitting repeatedly her head against her table. Sean merely laughed at her.
“Come on, it’s not that bad.”
“It is that bad. It is worse. It is DEATH! I don’t understand a bloody thing about that fucking novel.”
“It could be worse, we could be studying Ulysses, it’s only The portrait.”
“Yes, and I could catch the plague and meet my certain death, but I can still die if I catch pneumonia.”
“You’re exaggerating. Wait until we switch to Beckett. And apparently we’re gonna study The Third Policeman as well…”
She let out a long moan, faking a sob, her forehead pressed to the table, where her notes and books were scattered. She looked up at her computer screen.
“As if Woolfe was not enough already… Please… kill me… death will be a sweeter fate than this torture…”
She didn’t notice the way Sean smiled, with something tender tugging at his lips. But he did. He did, because warmth was spreading across his chest at her antiques, and he thought about how adorable she looked like this, being silly while studying and being ten times smarter than him.
“I’ll help you with that essay if you give me a hand with Y/L/N’s… Oscar Wilde is kicking my arse.”
“Ha! That I understand!” she sat up, happy again, and speaking a little too loudly in the busy but quiet library.
She mouthed a silent sorry as a couple of students glared at her.
“Y/L/N’s class is so much easier to me,” she went on. “I can’t with this bloody… stream of consciousness and whatnot.”
Sean was about to answer when he noticed that Saoirse wasn’t listening anymore, looking over his shoulder.
“What…?” he made a movement to turn around, but the girl stopped him with a hiss, reaching across the table to grab his forearm, and the contact dazzled him too much to allow him to move again.
“H-B and Y/L/N are right behind you.”
“And?”
“And… I want to listen on their conversation, obviously. Don’t you want to know the tea?”
He rolled his eyes, but focused to catch their words too anyway.
“Mr. Darcy? The Jane Austen character? Really?” Andrew said in a whisper, clearly unimpressed. “You’re saying that the perfect man, the fictional character that sets unreachable standards… is a guy from the 19th century? That’s not very modern of you…”
You turned around, eyeing him up and down in a judgemental way.
He was following you across the library, the book he wanted to borrow tucked under his arm. He didn’t need to go through the 19th century section, he wasn’t working on that. But you did. So, Andrew followed you around, just to keep you close for a moment, just to keep talking to you for a little longer than your impromptu encounter in the hall of the library about fifteen minutes ago, when you entered and he was about to reach the counter to borrow his book. You didn’t know that though. He had pretended that he had another book to look for but had asked for help. You had believed him, of course, why wouldn’t you?
And now you were giving him a lecture on the female gaze in literature, apparently…
“Mr. Darcy is the perfect example of the use of the female gaze, as opposed to the male gaze.”
“I mean… he’s kind of a jerk at the beginning. He fixes his mistakes, but he started as a gobshite.”
But you shook your head, scanning the shelf while you kept on talking.
“But that’s the point. He fixes his mistakes thinking it will change nothing. He doesn’t improve and changes because he thinks it’s going to lead to Elizabeth loving him. He changes because she makes him see how much of a jerk he can be, how he acted from only his point of view, without taking her into account. And her rejection makes him reevaluate his decisions. He fixes things because he realises he hurt her and those she loved, but his intention is not bound to have what he wants, only to stop her suffering. Female gaze, versus male gaze. And that is, obviously, without mentioning the treatment of female characters in Austen’s novels. Characters with minds, and feelings, and wants, and wills… who make mistakes, and take decisions. Instead of a passive vessel under a male gaze, either to project a want, a longing, lust, love, fear, morals… ”
You were expecting Andrew to argue, because men always did. No matter your degree, and your expertise on the female gaze, on this very question, they always did.
Female gaze versus male gaze. Bloody misogyny…
But Andrew merely stared at you, and you could see in his slight frown that his brain was working at full speed. And when he spoke, it was to ask a new question, not contradict you.
“So… the fact that Darcy acts in a self-sacrificing way is what defines the female take on a character of his type?”
There was no judgement in his question, you were surprised by it.
“You can put it like that. It’s more… the fact that after being rejected for good, he steps back. Yes, you can see it as something like sacrifice, or genuine altruism or compassion. He still loves her, but he understands that she doesn’t, and instead of showing off and trying to make her change her mind, he steps back, accepts it, and reassesses his choices accordingly, without the occasion of winning her heart by doing so. He fixes his mistakes and keeps on protecting her because he loves her, not because he can get her back that way.”
Slowly, Andrew nodded.
“I think I get it. And that’s… unreachable for any real man for you?”
His tone was less serious again, drawing the conversation towards something less theoretical. You scoffed.
“Well, I haven’t found a counter-example yet.”
Andrew seemed to hesitate before speaking again, but he couldn’t hold back his question.
“Do you think Frank would have failed that test? That he would have disappointed you in that situation?”
You scoffed again.
“Like he hasn’t already disappointed me…”
You heaved a sigh, picking up a book and checking the summary on the back.
“Anyway, it’s alright. That’s why Mr. Darcy is fictional.”
Andrew gave you a smile, nodding and deciding to stir the conversation away from Frank again. It was making his heart ache a little too much…
“I saw yesterday that there is a documentary on TV on Sunday afternoon, about the male gaze in cinema. It seems very interesting. Would you like to watch it with me? I could cook us lunch too.”
You looked at him, blinking in surprise.
“Yeah, I… I saw that but… you want to watch that?”
He frowned a little, tilting his head, puzzled by your surprise.
“Yeah, totally. It seems to be very interesting. And… I mean… you’re literally an expert on the subject, even if you’re specialised in literature rather than cinema… So, it would be nice to have your input on that.”
You blinked, still surprised.
“I… yeah… yeah, that would be great.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Andrew chuckled to hide his burning cheeks. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No! That’s… surprising, that’s all.”
“How so?”
“You… never mind.”
“No, tell me. How is it surprising? I think your research is very interesting, and very much needed. I… I genuinely want to hear your take on this.”
“That’s…” you heaved a sigh, but gave him an earnest answer. “It’s just that… coming from a man, it’s pretty surprising.”
His face fell.
“Oh… I see.”
“Misogyny in the academic world is more common than feminism…”
“Yeah… yeah, I understand. I get it.”
“It’s just… usually men try to pretend that they are the expert on the subject I study for a living. So… that was impressive enough to hear you recognise that I’m the expert here. But then you’re even curious about women’s point of view… yeah, surprising, to say the least. I shouldn’t react like that though. I know you’re a feminist, I’m sorry. It’s just… a biased reflex.”
“I’m sorry you have to go through that. What a band of fucking pricks…”
You raised a surprised eyebrow again.
“Wow… he can curse like an actual sailor!”
Andrew rolled his eyes at your teasing, an amused smile on his lips still forming.
“Right… so, are you coming over on Sunday? Or am I making you work extra-hours and you’d rather just sleep and eat your weight in ice-cream?”
“I’ll come. And if you’re nice to me, I’ll even bring dessert.”
“Deal. Can’t wait.”
You opened your mouth to speak again, your eyes glimmering happily, but Andrew shut you down.
“No, you can’t buy a new toy for Elwood! My dog will end up loving you more than he loves me.”
“That has been my devilish plan from the beginning.”
You tucked the book you had been looking at under your arm.
“Okay, I’m all set.”
But Andrew had one more question, another one that he hesitated to ask, but he took the risk anyway, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck as he spoke again.
“Y/N?”
You turned to him again, silently inviting him to continue.
“If you were Elizabeth, and Frank was Mr. Darcy, what would you ask him to change for you?”
You blinked, surprised at his question, and you pondered on his words for a moment. But your answer was still earnest.
“Not breaking my heart.”
“Fair enough,” he smiled.
“And just… I don’t know… to…”
You hesitated, but answered anyway.
“To ask me about my day. I would have really liked it if he had asked about my days when we were together.”
You exchanged a sad smile. And Andrew spoke his next question the final one, the most important one too, the one that made him truly scared of your answer.
“And if you were Elizabeth, and I was Mr. Darcy… what would I need to change?”
You frowned at his question, and opened your mouth to answer, before closing it again.
“I… I don’t know. Honestly, I… I don’t know. I can’t really think about anything. I mean… you were never a jerk to begin with, so…” you added with a warm smile.
And at first, he smiled back, but then you turned around and he clenched his jaw. He tightened his hold on his book as you moved along the shelf. He couldn’t help the longing in his eyes.
Despite that answer, despite having nothing to change in him at first sight… you still wanted Frank, instead of him… God, he wished you could have told him what was wrong with him. What had made him unworthy of Samantha, but most importantly… what made him unworthy of you.
Andrew heaved a sigh, followed you with his head and shoulders bent, and he tried to hide his feelings when you turned around again, stirring up a new topic of conversation while you exited the room.
Meanwhile, Saoirse and Sean had listened to the conversation. When she focused on him again, Saoirse grabbed both of his arms and energetically shook him, shouting in a whisper.
“OH. MY. GOD!” she whispered, her voice made raspy by the cry she was refraining. “DID YOU HEAR THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT?!”
“Huh… yeah, they… were… talking…”
“Talking? TALKING?! Sean! THEY ARE IN FUCKING LOVE! H-B is at least. HEAD OVER HEELS! Did you not see that longing in his eyes when she answered? AND THAT FUCKING QUESTION?! WHO ASKS QUESTIONS LIKE THAT?! WHO IS READY TO CHANGE FOR THE WOMAN HE IS FUCKING PINNING OVER?!”
“God’s sake, stop shaking me!”
She let go of him, out of breath.
“Oh my God, they are so CUTE! Do you think they will end up together? I hope so, they seem so cute! They would be so cute! And they’re both so nice, they totally would make each other happy! I hope he’ll make her change her mind, cause the girl seems fucking oblivious…”
“Don’t you think that you’re… overreacting? Overreading into this?”
She rolled her eyes, slapping her palm against her forehead.
“Men are so fucking stupid,” she complained.
Truer words were rarely spoken…
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chucklo7 · 1 year ago
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Hot girl summer except I’m experiencing a deep and fulfilling love that despite knowing it will never work out I will hold nothing but love in my heart for the other person and regret nothing because I know it was worth it just to be by their side even for a moment
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lifemod17 · 4 months ago
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Decided to share it here as well 👀
My take on the Hozier 'July' tiktok, but instead of nature pics, it's my sunsets
I would love for this to be the trend we pair for this song! Nature pics of all shape and form!!!
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blindbisexualgoose · 9 months ago
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I need official merch that says: The fuck you mean his real name isn’t Hozier
Literally just found out that Hozier has a first name??? Don’t hit me with this “Andrew” dude- your name is Hozier H Hozier and you sit down and write gut-wrenching songs I apply to the old man Yaoi of my choice. Stay in your lane.
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balletfilmss · 8 months ago
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HOME TO HER
✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader smau
✸ notes: requested by @aryxchse!! i tried out tweets with this one bc i think they’re SO fun so lmk what you think 😚
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…now playing: you & i — one direction
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itsyn: dear camp jupiter, you can’t keep him, he’s mine 🤍🫶
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itspercy: they couldn’t keep me away from you even if they wanted to
╰┈➤ itsyn: they better not try again bc i have a bow and arrows and ik how to use em
╰┈➤ itspercy: use them next time your mom tries to square up w me
╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤺🤺🤺
wise.girl: HEY I (unfortunately) TOOK THAT SECOND PIC, WHERE’S MY PHOTO CRED???
╰┈➤ itsyn: pic creds to my amazing sweet gorgeous angel spectacular best friend annie 🫶
╰┈➤ wise.girl: thank you 😌
pipermcqueen: third pic is the best photo i’ve ever seen of percy
╰┈➤ wise.girl: because his face is covered?
╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: YES MAAAAAM
sunshinesolace: yall they got matching users, ain’t NOBODY separating them
╰┈➤ itsyn: damn straight 😤
╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: damn HUH?? WHO?? WHERE?? LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER
╰┈➤ itsyn: AJSHSK THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT
itspercy: i look fly as hell in that first pic 😮‍💨
╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: someone humble this man rn
╰┈➤itspercy: PIPER LET ME LIVE
praetor.reyna: girl TAKE HIM PLEASE
╰┈➤ itsyn: don’t worry rey, i’ll keep him on a leash or smth and away from you <3
╰┈➤ itspercy: HELLO??
╰┈➤ itsyn: the leash can be blue, now shush
╰┈➤ itspercy: 🫡
…now playing: work song — hozier
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itspercy: sorry future mama-in-law, but you could never make me forget her
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jaygrace: hera throwing a temper tantrum over that caption rn i just know it (i don’t mean it, queen, pls don’t hurt me 😇)
╰┈➤ itspercy: hoes mad 🤷‍♂️ (hoes is obviously jason…just in case anyone was wondering)
╰┈➤ itsyn: shut up rn, both of you
itsyn: im not crying, you’re crying
╰┈➤ itspercy: NO BABY DONT CRY
╰┈➤ itsyn: IT’S TOO LATE TO SAY THAT 😭😭
wise.girl: WHO TOLD THIS MAN ABOUT HOZIER???
╰┈➤ itsyn: um, guilty?
╰┈➤ itspercy: hozier is me in disguise bc that song WAS written about my sweet girl yn
gman_: why do you always have THE MOST INTENSE EYE CONTACT W THE CAMERA LIKE???
╰┈➤ itspercy: fabulous genetics, courtesy of the queen (MY mom)
itsyn: i love you water boy ☹️
╰┈➤ itspercy: i love you more angel
╰┈➤ itsyn: IMPOSSIBLE
╰┈➤ itspercy: POSSIBLE
╰┈➤ itsyn: WE’RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN
jaygrace: IMAGINE getting all your memories back
╰┈➤ pipermcqueen: JASON STOP TRAUMA DUMPING IN THE COMMENT SECTION 🗣️🗣️
╰┈➤ itspercy: it’s okay bro, all you’ve gotta remember is me
frank.zz: if juno comes for your ass over that caption, i am NOT helping this time
╰┈➤ itsyn: haven’t you been observing, frank? if she tries again imma get her, obviously 🙄🤺
╰┈➤ itspercy: problem SOLVED
praetor.reyna: imma get you a shirt that says “if lost return to yn” so we don’t have this problem again
╰┈➤ itspercy: and i will wear it religiously, give
itsyn: NO GRAVE COULD HOLD MY BODY DOWN
╰┈➤ itspercy: I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER (you)
╰┈➤ itsyn: 🤭🤍
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cc-tinslebee · 5 months ago
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Gojo and Nanami's class years adopting orphaned teens as a canon event (the playlist)
a playlist inspired by Gojo & Megumi, Nanami & Yuji, Geto & Nanako/Mimiko, and my own au of Shoko & Junpei (they are NOT beating the adoption allegations)
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Harpy Hare - Yaelokre she can't keep them all safe / they will die and be afraid / mother, tell me so I say / Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Mama's Boy - Dominic Fike half of my heart is in your chest, I’m not a mama’s boy
Mama - My Chemical Romance mama, we’re meant for the flies / and right now, they’re building a coffin your size
Taking What's Not Yours - TV Girl you know where to find me / and I know where to look
Reflections - The Neighbourhood I see my reflection in your eyes (I sold my soul for you, I know you see it too)
Devil’s Advocate - The Neighbourhood I’m the devil’s advocate / you don’t know the half of it / good luck tryna manage it / if a god is a dog and a man is a fraud, then I’m a lost cause
I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski I know they’re losing and I’ll pay for my place by the ring / where I’ll be looking in their eyes when they’re down
everything i wanted - Billie Eilish as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you / don’t wanna lie here, but you can learn to
This Night Has Opened My Eyes - The Smiths a shoeless child on a swing / reminds you of your own again / she took away your troubles / oh, but then again she left pain
New Person, Same Mistakes - Tame Impala feel like a brand new person (but you’ll make the same old mistakes)
The Archer - Taylor Swift screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? / and who could stay? / you could stay
If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin if we have each other, then we’ll both be fine / I will be your mother, and I’ll hold your hand / you should know I’ll be there for you
Beautiful Boy - John Lennon the monster’s gone / he’s on the run and your daddy’s here
1985 - Bo Burnham my dad was happier than I am / if I could be anyone, dead or alive / I would wanna be my dad in 1985
The Future - Bo Burnham is it gonna end? (Yeah) / When? (Never) / It’s just another day of hanging with my daughter / and I’m living in the future
United in Grief - Kendrick Lamar I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime (tell them, tell them the truth)
Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood go ahead and cry, little boy / you know that your daddy did too / you know what your mama went through
Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Ray there’s things I wanna talk about / but better not to give / but if you hold me without hurting me / you’ll be the first who ever did
Euphoria - Kendrick Lamar y’all think all my life is rap? / that’s hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don’t know nothin’ ‘bout that
She Knows - J. Cole, Cults, Amber Coffman bad things happen to the people you love / and you find yourself praying up to heaven above / but honestly I’ve never had much sympathy / ‘cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me
Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier I got some colour back / she thinks so, too / I laugh like me again / she laughs like you
I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry I used to hear a simple song / that was until you came along / now in its place is something new / I hear it when I look at you
Duvet - bôa I am hurting / I have lost it all
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