#in the form of hozier

[starfailsstuff]

Guys

I just saw God (aka Hozier)

I cried

Also I am just now getting into bed from getting back from the concert

[maniacace]

dbd cancellation news coming out 10 days before jatp anniversary is so incredibly fitting

[snitling]

Hozier said "you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me" but all I heard was Aziraphale

[bee623]

Me explaining how Widojest is literally so Hozier coded like. Name one song that doesn’t fit at least one of them. I’ll wait. (Don’t actually do that I’m sure there is one but I’m insane so just let me live my little delusional life 😔)

[earthfromadistance]

Someone in a hozier fb group I’m in posted this and I just have to ask: am I the only one who’s always shook when they see pics of baby hozier?? for some reason I’m always like he obviously popped out of the womb as we see him now like this is a cursed image to me lmao

[weirdgirlvampire]

you’re telling me arctic monkeys released am and hozier released take me to church and mgmt released their self titled and lorde released pure heroine all within september of 2013. how did I survive all that at the time. how has it been a decade

[toomanywordsnllines]

Ghost's love is... Morbid. Melancholic in the way that he explains it and expresses it. It's extreme and revolting.

Disgusting.

No sane person would look at the object of their desire, love and affection and think half the things he does. Try and do half the things he does.

It's the way he wants to tear and be torn apart, inch by inch of his skin, have his muscles ripped apart, his bones broken and shattered. It's how he wants his organs to stop working the moment his love dies.

He wants to decompose and be eaten by the earth, he was almost once, and it brought him a sick sense of peace. To know that after all the pain he went through. There would be peace and he would just go back to the earth.

It's probably because of his fucked up psych and all the torture his mind as been through since the day he was born. Simon is a cursed name, he's known this for a while. That's why he destroyed it and buried it. Hoping, wishing, that it would have the piece it desired.

It didn't. He got restless under the skin of Ghost and little horrid pieces started revealing themselves slowly. Like ants coursing through his veins, it burned like poison. Made him itch. It scratched his insides painfully. Made him want to tear his viscera out. Gore displayed over his fingers.

But when he looks at the person he loves. Johnny. His person.

His Johnny.

It's like a part of his brain is both satiated and starving for more.

He cannot help but want to die for him.

Kill for him.

But also, live another day to see his smile, his laugh. Watch the sun melt into the beauty of his blue eyes, reflecting back the beauty of the sky like crystal water.

Like a cat bringing his owner a gift of appreciation-

Wishes to decapitate the ones who did Johnny wrong and bring their heads on a silver platter. Hoping for praise and satisfaction.

But he controls himself, because Johnny can take care of himself. Because Johnny, strong and resilient Johnny is not a man of pitiful revenge. Not when it's about himself.

And he gives him what he seeks anyway. In the way of gentle hands and soft touches, encouraging words. Time. Touch. Talking.

Still, most days, every day he wants to taste his blood on his tongue. Drink it like the sweet tasting wine he knows it would be.

But most of all-

Wants to be killed by his love's hands when his time finally comes.

When he commits a mistake he cannot undo. When he has overstepped his stay. He wants Johnny to put his hands on Simon and to break him. Slit his throat. Quick and gentle. Lay him down gently to the dirty. Flowers heavy on his chest.

Because love for Simon is devotion.

The moment he saw John. He swore to devote his life to him.

However, John's love is caring.

Taking care, his own form of devotion. Construct Simon back to be whole, not trying to make him perfect, never. Paint his cracks gold, always trying his best, plaster on his wounds, chipping his skin, bleeding over him. White glue, duct tape. 

It's messy, it's terrible, disgusting, disfigurating.

He has never felt so understood (He's not looked at like a freak. His concerning sentences aren't brushed off as odd or concerning but listened. Observed. Johnny understands that his words, words that would leave anyone queasy, green with sickness, are the only way Simon was taught to love. Learned to love.)

It 's peaceful.

It's the way of Johnny loving him and that's enough to quell the morbid thirst in Simon's heart.

A little 'study'(?) on how I think Ghost loves... Some notes I wrote after:

My favorite type of Simon is the one who's love is just revolting. Out ,of what's called, the ordinary and extreme.

It's the love of a man who does not let others in, not because he's scared of being seen. But because he knows if they knew how much he loves them they would run away. Disappear. Question his fucked up mind. Lock him away. Treat him like the freak that he is.

That's why he loves Johnny.

Because the man is not scared of him and he himself admits he's not normal. Too clingy, too obsessive. Explosive. Weird. Too much.

They're both freaks, in their own way.

That's why they love each other.

[lifemod17]

this is my face whenever i say i am looking respectfully

Oh that's a good respectfully looking face, mine probably would be more like:

Respectful, but you will see me turn into the human version of the heart eyes emoji 😍

[spinninglightning]

whenever i read fics i always end up thinkin of a song for the fic or like, th chapter and then i canr stop associating the fic w/ those songs

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

New Noah Kahan/Hozier release is giving Hannigram post-fall and Will is still scared to take the final steps towards them being in an actual relationship rather than just a murder courtship, and Hannibal sees this and he wants it more than anything but he's so scared to push Will in fear of losing him again when it finally feels like he has him all to himself and this song is Hannibal having all these realizations about how stuck they are.

[dumbbullet]

GREAT NEWS EVERYONE! DEPRESSION IS CANCELED!

[theaologies]

Hozier writing a song about language and the loss of it at the hands of colonialism and how so many indigenous words are used all over the world as place names but so few people know their meanings but at the same time, they mean “home” and how he’s grateful that Gaeilge was preserved and how despite so few people understanding it nowadays it still feels like “home” has me so deeply fucked up I’m weeping

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Faerie Hounds of York

queer gothic fantasy novella set in 1810 england

a man who is cursed by the fey travels back to his childhood home on the moors, and meets a stranger who helps him figure out what’s happening

but it's hard to stay out of the fey's graspe, and the stranger has his secrets too

atmospheric, creepy fey, bittersweet romance

[thedaythatwas]

what if I said arsonist’s lullaby by hozier was *the* akechi song? what if I also said it was *the* komaeda song? what then liberals?

[lilyflxwers]

laid in the garden listening to hoziers discography, thinking maybe i will put the suicidal thoughts on the backburner

[soulscursed]

(incomplete drabble that started from wanting to dive into some klint and barok headcanons, and ended up with incoherent rambling)

things that klint van zieks was...

... barok's major role model from an early age. though long and intricate (and hailing from beyond the Great British empire, perhaps even from the then-hostile united provinces of the Netherlands), all but the previous generation of van zieks ancestry has much bearing on its two modern sons. the late master of the van zieks estate withered away quickly after his wife died during her second childbirth; grief swallowed him whole and, along with him, all devotion to his first son and any that he might have given to his second.

barok was much too young to feel the absence of their late father. old enough to walk and to string together little sentences... 'klint! want klint! klint!' was a reported favourite, cried and shouted all through the hours of the day, much to the dismay of the maids). he was well-taught enough to mind instructions given by his older brother to behave, and just old enough to begin to retain his newest memories, but also to play make believe. he was proud to demonstrate a combination of all these skills in the corner of klint's study which he often haunted for hours on end: poorly obscured behind a pillar, his tailored cloak pulled over his lower face, brows knit into a baleful glare.

( 'what is that?' klint had teased once, tousling the hair that barok had taken such care in oiling back. the death of their father was still fresh then, the wound in his heart nowhere near ready to begin to mend. 'what are you supposed to be?'

( 'lord van zieks!' barok had snapped. no amount of covering his face would hide his reddening ears, at least not with his complexion. 'it's father!'

( and klint's heart had sunk. so far gone was their departed father that barok would never remember him as anything other than a ghost — a stranger in their own home. )

aka the tale of klint van zieks' parentification... i think the amount that barok talks about his brother? it was a horrible murder, but van zieks talks like he's never stopped mourning. of course one never does, but this feels like a 24/7 self-torment thing

i think their lives were so intertwined because of their dynamic. klint wanting to give barok the world, knowing what he himself had lost and overcompensating generously with his darling brother. but uhhhh at some point klint toes the line of "all i do is all for my brother" and begins to tiptoe into justification for other things. like murder.

i think their rship is particularly codependent in nature. vampiric, almost. even if mutually so. and i think klint does not shoulder the blame for all that — he had his many burdens throughout life. being nobility, they not only restrained 99% of their affections, but also their family affairs, to the privacy of their home. there was no counter to balance out the developing co-dependency.

i believe this co-dependency follows barok post-Professor trial. he talks about how he felt that the existence of the Reaper sometimes brings him a bizarre reassurance — as if it's klint doing justice where he could not. this goes against van zieks' morals; he operates within the constraint of the law, flawed as it is, and does what he can to pursue truth within it. because pursuing justice does not involve going and killing people you deem guilty. he's actively investigating the Reaper himself to put a stop to it, even as he bears the title for the sake of London's safety, but the fact that he sometimes takes comfort in it... crazy. talk of a man who idolised his brother far too blindly to think "maybe my brother is the Professor" more than just Once, despite the fact they keep hunting dogs... and klint was gone often during that time... and he was acting bizarrely...

barok may have formed this relationship one-sidedly with stronghart, who filled the role (however vaguely) of a guardian after the Professor trial. explains as well why barok would have been blind to his ... general demeanour.