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rip rosie rosenthal you would've loved (almost) sweet music by hozier
#or any hozier song#they're just two guys that love jazz#and i respect that#rosie rosenthal#robert rosenthal#masters of the air#mota
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⧠bloodlust â§
I'm starving, darling//Let me put my lips to something//Let me wrap my teeth around the world
[edit: thanks to all the love on this piece (which was just the WIP until now) I finally got the motivation to finish this after two months! Thank you to anyone who enjoys this for giving me the strength to finish this]
#yes i put lyrics to a Hozier song#I couldnât take it any longer I had to post this#Oh btw the bottom right corner is stuff I wrote :) thatâs not just anyoneâs gay bloodlust yearning! Itâs MINE :)#vampire tag#werewolf tag#my art#If the proportions are off⌠shhh ok. Iâm used to drawing beasts and furries not people so forgive me#art#oc: wolf#oc: emil#pssss guys please click on the link ok thank u#thatâs the playlist I made specifically for this art piece#vampire x werewolf#werewolf oc#werewolf art#vampire art#vampire oc#monsterfucker#monster x monster#terato#suggestive art#If youâve made it this far in the tags then hiiiiiiii mewtuals <3#bloodlust boyfriends#blood moon bite#*voice of a guy whoâs getting the blood drained out of him by his hot werewolf boyfriend in the middle of the woods in the night* woah is#this gay sex#FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!!
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what did you bury?
#lyric from 'like real people do' by hozier#heeheehe any hozier song is a snape song if you imagine hard enough.#BEEN SITTING ON THIS IDEA FOR MONTHS i had to get it out regardless of it makes sense or not. ok . thanks for listening to my tedtalk#mine#severus snape#snape#hp fanart#harry potter#lily evans
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a few music stamps i made for blogs and/or sites <3
#stamps#deviantart stamps#web graphics#neocities#tv girl#megan thee stallion#her's#leonard cohen#savage garden#simon and garfunkel#charli xcx#ween#hozier#not my usual content but i enjoy making these so i might post more if we would like more#also if you like any of these artists PLEASE comment your favorite songs of theirs! :)
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Lord give me patience, the Americans are already treating Hozier's new song like it's about some fantasy war in a book and not how it's a celebration of a century of Irish independence.
#hozier#ppl seem to love ignoring any real world politics hozier regularly engages in in his songs to further their 'mystical bog man' image of him#empire now#ireland
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i'd walk through hell on living feet for you
#sami rambles#hozier released hymn to virgil and i took that personally#that whole song is so them i want to rip my hair out#if i held in my hands everything gold could buy id still not have a thing worth giving you#i wouldn't be seen walking through any door you're not welcome to#i'd burn the world just to bring some heat to you#wait just had another idea for an edit#buddie#eddie diaz#911 show#evan buckley#buck x eddie#911edit#911 edit#buddieedit#buddie edit
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Sun & Moon
requested by @oops-it-is-i
#mitski is modern shakespeare for real#moon wlw and sun mlm solidarity#< that mitski song is about a woman and that shakespeare sonnet is about a man !#my first thought with sun & moon was a good ol' 'the moon will sing' by crane wives / 'sunlight' by hozier / icarus and apollo / toxic love#but that's been done enough so fuck it we're doing transcendent eternal love. unfortunately of a heterosexual variety.#also I'm still playing around with layouts and things so I'm sure any future moodboards will look different#also also. yes I snuck in an anne of green gables quote. as is my right#moodboard#collage#web weave#light academia#romantic academia#dark academia#art#poetry#greek mythology#renaissance#baroque#mitski#william shakespere#selene and endymion#selene#apollo#sun and moon#sun and moon dynamic#renaissance art#painting#oil painting#pre raphaelite#pre raphaelism
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The Response
Part Two of The Interview [Part One] [Ao3]
With no exact time given by Robin, Eddie's left to kill time. He drags himself from the YouTube spiral to try and track down Steve on social media. After two hours, he concludes that either Steve has his (and official Corroded Coffin's) socials blocked, or Steve just doesn't have any. He's a bit baffled that people can even find Steve to send hate mail to him.
He shoots a text to Gareth. Can you find Steve on any socials?
He gets an instant reply.
DO NOT CONTACT!!!
WAIT FOR RESPONSE
DONOT MAKE THISS WORSE MUNSON
Eddie frowns down at his phone but doesn't argue. He probably would make it worse. He sends back 'k' and looks back to the laptop. Watches it auto-refresh but Robin's feed hasn't changed.
God, what will Steve have to say?
It's mostly true, that Eddie hasn't thought about Steve in years. That's been deliberate. Eddie was so furious back then. Robin wasn't wrong about him venting his feelings into a song, but how was he supposed to know Hey Steve would be the song the catch the ear of the people? And yeah, the lyrics are very unflattering.
A lot of their first songs were filled with rage. The whole first album is just their collective high school experiences. Songs about growing up in Hawkins and how shit that was for them, a song about Eddie's complicated feelings towards his dad, songs about dungeons and dragons disguised as fantasy ballads, things like that. And, of course, Hey Steve.
He can admit that years ago he reevaluated the lyrics and found it to be more harsh than was warranted. But he figured there was no point worrying about that. People exaggerate in songs all the time. The song is out, people still plead for it to be played during encore performances. Eddie hadn't thought it was hurting anyone to play it.
Hey Steve had taken Eddie less than two days to write. He did almost nothing for those two days except write. Fuck. He was still just a dumb kid when he wrote it, barely graduated high school. And the reason for writing it...
Eddie had know Steve wasn't out to his parents when he'd asked Steve to essentially runaway with him. Steve had worried about things like money, and living situations, and getting food. It had all sounded like excuses to Eddie back then. Like Steve was picking the safety of Hawkins and his parents' house over going out into the world to be with Eddie freely.
They'd fought about it. The worst fight they'd ever had. Yet, here Eddie is, a decade later and unable to recall anything that was actually said. Just a summary of that conversation exists in his mind, now. Steve wanting to wait. To save more money now that his hours at the grocery store would be changing from part time to full with him no longer being in school and able to work the morning shifts. Wait to get his car fully transferred to his name from his parents.
All things that adult Eddie can now see as reasonable. Jesus Fucking Christ. He remembers he'd given Steve some sort of ultimatum. He was leaving on the last Grey Hound from Hawkins to Indy. Steve could meet him at the bus stop or stay, but Eddie was going, with or without him.
Steve had shouted back. He knows they just got louder and nastier until Steve finally told him that he would be going without him, then, because they were over. Even as angry as Eddie had been, he'd held out hope. But that last bus left Hawkins with Eddie on it and no sign of Steve in sight.
So Eddie did what he did best. Channeled that hurt into anger and wrote a song. Never in a million years did he think that, in the very first bar they played at in Indy, they'd meet a man who wanted to take a chance with them and get them a demo. All they needed to do was get from Indy to LA. Eddie had a van and the motivation. The next year of his life was too busy for him to even think, much less worry about Steve and his breakup.
Well, that was a lie. He thought about it constantly and shoved the thoughts aside as quickly as they came. Easier to do when he had no way to check up on Steve. He left Hawkins with no laptop and a pay-per-text flip phone he'd bought at a gas station. Wayne tried his best to provide for Eddie, and that meant they'd had one cell phone between the two, and Eddie had insisted that Wayne keep it.
By the time he got a laptop and internet, Steve had blocked him on Facebook and Twitter. That was the conclusion Eddie had come to when he finally worked up the nerve to swallow his pride and apologize and couldn't find Steve on either platform. Another thing that had filled Eddie with anger and hurt. Steve had broken up with him and then made sure Eddie couldn't reach back out.
Now he wonders, did Steve block him, or did Steve delete his socials to stop the hate mail?
Eddie feels nauseous.
Fuck!
What's worse is that, before the fight, Eddie had been so sure he was in love with Steve. But how can he say that with how quickly he dropped him? With how he's acted ever since? He could justify it to himself when he was still freshly broken up with and hurting but that faded away as fame took over.
Hard to be sad about not having a boyfriend when there were plenty of people lining up to be with him.
He pulls himself from his head to look at the laptop. A new tweet shows on Robin's screen and he scrambled to turn off the auto-refresher.
It's a short tweet, and Eddie sees she's changed her name as well.
Clicking the link takes him to a YouTube video.
It starts with the camera slightly jiggling, presumably from someone hitting record. It's been set up in a recording studio. A stool in front of a mic that's suspended from the ceiling is the only thing in the frame.
"Alright, dingus, last chance to change your mind about this," Robin's voice is picked up from off screen.
"You can't talk me out of this," says a male voice, and without any thought about it, Eddie's hand flings out and slaps the space bar, pausing the video. His heart is pounding, and he has to take a few deep breaths. That was Steve's voice. Of course, it was Steve's voice, it's his statement video, but hearing it again. Hearing it spoken softly but determined.
Swallowing feels difficult. Eddie's last memory of Steve's voice was screaming. This is... this is the Steve he never thought he'd hear again, and hasn't realized how much he desperately wanted to. With shaking hands, he presses play again.
Steve steps into frame, takes a seat on the stool. He looks in the direction of the camera, and Eddie has to pause again, to take him in. His hair is longer than it was in high school, the ends of it touching his shoulders. He's got it pulled up in a half updo, keeping the hair out of his face. His face is familiar and yet so different. He certainly looks older but not in a bad way. The biggest difference is his nose; it's not as straight as it once was, like it's been broken and healed wrong. His strong, square face is as handsome as it ever was, perhaps more so now. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the two moles on his cheek; his eyes have always been drawn there. It was his favorite place to kiss Steve.
He's wearing light wash jeans and a deep blue Henley. And fuck if it doesn't make him look good.
Eddie unpauses again, and waits to hear the retribution he deserves.
"This good, Robin?"
"Yeah, you're perfectly in frame."
"Good. Uhh, hi. I'm Steve. Robin told me that there was a lot of fuss regarding a certain Corroded Coffin song, and that people wanted to hear from me. Which is wild 'cause like, I'm just some guy and I don't really have much to say-" Steve is saying, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Steve!" Robin interrupts him, "I just had to help you move because someone threw a brick through your window! What do-"
"Okay! I get it! But that's not Corroded Coffin's fault. They do that whole anti-bullying thing! It's not like they don't address harassment and bullying. I-" Steve cuts off, seeming to remember he's on camera. His face turns pink. "We can argue this later. Uhh, anyway. There is something I want to say to Eddie Munson, so I hope he's watching."
He makes a 'give it to me' gesture and Robin enters frame, handing him an acoustic guitar. "I thought I'd answer using the one thing Eddie understands best. Music. So, uh, I wrote this song with Robin's help. Lyrics are mine but the melody is Robin. The song doesn't have a title but, uh, okay. Here it goes."
And then, Steve starts to sing, looking down at the guitar for correct finger placement more than singing into the mic but it picks him up well regardless.
"Do you think I'd give up? That this might've shook the love from me? Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it-" Eddie is sitting down, and still he feels the floor fall out from under him.
"-Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah."
Eddie doesn't hear the rest of the song because of the blood pounding in his ears. This can't be- it doesn't mean- after all this time? After everything that's happened, everything Eddie let happen, unintentionally or not.
His phone buzzes against his leg. He ignores it in favor of restarting the video and listening to the video from the start. He listens to the whole song and it ends without anything else. Once Steve's strummed the last chord, he just stands up, walks to the camera and the video ends.
He restarts the video again, and again, and again. Hears Steve sing How could you think I'd scare so easily and I would do it again if I could hold you for a minute and though I know my heart would break I'd tell them put me back in it.
It's through the tenth, or eleventh, playback that his phone buzzes again and he fumbles to answer blindly, unable to pull his eyes away from Steve on the screen of his laptop.
"Gare- It's not- what did I do Gare? Everything I thought Steve would have to say never came close to what he just sang. I can't- I don't know what to do," Eddie sobs into the phone.
There's a pause of silence before what is very much not Gareth's voice says, "Well, dammit Munson. I was calling to rip you a new one but you're already crying."
It takes Eddie a moment to place the voice, "Robin?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Robin says. "I think Steve's let you off easily, but I also know I kick a hornet's nest with my interview so I think we should work on getting this cleared up, both publicly and privately."
"How did you get my num-"
"Gareth. Keep up, Munson. I'd like us to be able to call off each other's fans. Your PR team and whoever you employee to do that anti-bullying campaign have done a pretty good job so far in telling people to back off, politely. Helps that Jeff has been on top of this from the beginning. Honestly, I think the best decision you've ever made in your life was making Jeff the front man of your band and not yourself. He's much more pleasant to talk to, and so good with people."
"Robin!" Eddie has to shout because Robin keeps saying words and they don't make sense. "What?"
He hears a sign from the other end of the phone. "You are annoying. You know that, Munson? I'll work with Gareth to get this done. I think we should be seen together, publicly. Maybe getting a coffee. So everyone knows we've made up, or whatever it is Gareth and I decide is happening. We should also meet up privately. There's a lot to talk about."
"I'm so confused."
"Nothing new. Now, when are you free to get on a plane to Pendleton, Oregon?"
"Pendleton?"
"Munson!" Robin snaps, "we just established that you live in a perpetual state of confusion. Instead of questioning me, how about you answer my questions. Now, when are you free?"
"Anytime."
"Smart answer. Get your ass to Pendleton by the morning of the twenty-third. I'll work with Gareth for all the other concerns. He's easier to deal with."
"Can I ask one follow up question at least!?"
"You just did but I'll allow one more before I hang up."
"Why Pendleton?"
"It's the nearest airport to our destination. I am not having a private conversation with you in California. I don't want to be caught speaking to you until Gareth and I have a chance to work out the details."
And then Robin hangs up.
Eddie leans forward and restarts the video on his laptop before looking up plane tickets. Fixing things with Robin might be the first step in ever getting try and, he doesn't know, apologize to Steve? Maybe even have a conversation one day.
He doesn't deserve that chance, he thinks, but he's a bad enough person to want it anyway.
#steddie#my fic#the interview#the song steve sings is Francesca by Hozier#i dont do taglists so i linked to ao3 where u can subscribe and get updates#i feel like eddies an unreliable narrator so im adding that tag on ao3#the boy has got NO CLUE what is happening at any point in time ever#hes just a ball of guilt and regret#also i didn't clarify in the fic because i couldn't find a good way to fit it in#but gareth is not an active CC memberâ he's the PR manager#he used to be in the band but quit to finish college and be a family man#Jeff is the front man so he does the interviews/public appearances/etc#Eddie used to but like rockstar life hit him hard and he had to let someone else take that role
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for the palette challenge: "#82: arsonist's lullaby" with Charley Barley and Edgar??
donât you ever tame your demons, but always keep âem on a leashâŚ
the butcher gang with #82 - arsonistâs lullaby
bonus version without them fading into darkness:
yes charley has no legs, i didnât feel like drawing them :P
#bendy and the ink machine#batim#the butcher gang#charley#barley#edgar#doodle dump#dialogue dump#palette#haha demons. like bendy. get it? anyway-#this was very fun#the song (by hozier) is very good! listened to it to come up with the Vibes for the drawing#fun fact: an irl friend of mine saw me drawing this and (without any real knowledge of batim) correctly guessed theyâre connected to bendy#they pointed out the pie-cut eyes as the reason they thought so. and i think itâs very funny that iâve accidentally made my friend groupâ#ârelate pie-cut eyes to bendy and not. yâknow. actual cartoons
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#i cant do this#this so g is so him and i am heartbroken#viktor#arcane#spoilers#jayvik#hozier#also this is me trying to convey the emotions of an edit but not being able to make an edit#i wish i could do that#any editors pls plspls use this song#Spotify
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I donât think Iâve ever been so comforted and haunted by a song as I have with Butchered Tongue by Hozier. Itâs so incredibly, terribly beautiful. It took me a while to be able to listen to it without instantly sobbing my eyes out. Took me even longer to put words to my feelings towards it. The grief it portrays, of losing oneâs culture and language. Yet also the comfort of finding others in common. The horror yet unity of realising that the scar of colonisation wraps around such a large chunk of the world.
Itâs the cruelty of punishing those who dare to speak their own language, dare to dress and dance in the ways of their people.
To me, this song is hiraeth.
Itâs grief and love and longing and hope all in one. There is no English word equivalent. Hiraeth can be used to describe that feeling when you canât speak your grandparentâs language. When you no longer know the steps to a dance once performed often. That feeling of longing when youâre far from home. When you canât return home. In this case, home can be a country, or it could be your old home or someone you once had in your life. Yet it can also be the hope that you might have those things again one day. That you might find someone to teach you the steps your body calls for or the words missing from your tongue. To me, Butchered Tongue encapsulates every corner of hiraeth. Both the hopeful and the hopeless kind. Because not every language has someone left who knows how to speak it, how to teach it. Yet there are those who do and still they must fight their rights and for respect from uncaring people. Thereâs a love in this song for minority and indigenous languages across the world. I listen to this song and I ache, not just for my own ancestors, but for those across the world whose fight is much harder than ours is. Whose governments still refuse to acknowledge them as human beings.
People need to stop viewing colonising languages as some kind of main character languages that are better and more intelligent than every other language. Fed up of folks mocking minoritised languages and calling them worthless.
Tell me again how funny you think my language is. Please. I might just laugh this time.
#hiraeth#next person to tell me welsh doesnât have any vowels better catch these hands#butchered tongue#hozier#celtic#irish#welsh#languages#unreal unearth#basing my dissertation on this song cause it haunts me so
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Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I
First time listening to Francesca by Hozier a few days ago and Gideon and Harrow came to mind.
#griddlehark#gideon#gideon nav#harrowhark#harrowhark the ninth#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#the locked tomb#tlt#art#fanart#gtn#htn#Literally any Hozier song can go with Griddlehark#art.png
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crowley, drunkenly yammering: and i SLITHERED all the way from eden (hic) just to sit outside his bookshop
hozier, listening intently: that sounds lonesome
crowley, downing a half a bottle of whiskey: let me fucking tell you,
#crowley proceeds to get so drunk she doesn't remember sharing any of this to hozier the next morning#and when she listens to the new hozier songs she's just amazed at how perfectly they describe her and aziraphale#good omens#hozier
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I don't think Dean Winchester would live trough NFWMB by Hozier
Ain't it the gentle sound, the rolling in the graves?
And he's gone.
Ain't it warmming you, the world going up in flames?
Better call Cas, Sam is getting worried!
#dean winchester#destiel#sam winchester#hozier#andrew hozier byrne#nfwmb#make him listen to any hozier song in fact#he is dead in a ditch the second hozier opens his mouth#casdean#castiel
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#Music#songs#charli xcx#troye sivan#pop#pop music#kpop#taylor swift#tswift#the 1975#indie#indie music#hozier#please#stray kids#songwriting#bridge#fall out boy#genevieve libien#If anyone knows any songs with bangin bridges let me know#spotify#playlist#my post
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Too Sweet
âThief.â I remark with a hint surprise as she finally stops struggling. Itâs too dark for me to see her features fully, but I can make out the outline of tousled loose curls framing a thin but round face. Sheâs small, barely coming up to my shoulder. She could truly be a young girl. I almost jeer at the thought, is this what they are resulting to around here? Sending children out to steal? She blinks, and by the light of the stars, those lashes flash over sombre brown eyes. She doesnât protest when she scoffs at my accusation. âObviously.â
Hello I am back and I have a fic for you all (: Available here on AO3 (:
#red queen#glass sword#kings cage#war storm#broken throne#post broken throne#Mare Barrow#Cal Calore#marecal#listen I am climbing out of my well to provide you with content#and who am I if not an author that uses and abuses Hozier song titles??#anyway#enjoy Cal finally descibing Mare becuase Victoria was a coward that did not let him do it any of his POVs in war storm#I gotta do everything around here for her damn#I love them so much your honor#ignore my horrible graphic#also ignore that this is flat out flash writing#I did not edit#and hello but I'm not sorry#my fanfics#my writing
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