#through me (the flood)

[laststandx3]

[abjectapathy]

Hozier: "picture a man"

my brain immediately:

[marstyler42]

All Hozier songs fit on a triangle graph. One point is "I am so full of existential dread". One point is "I am so horny for you". The last one is "I need to do drugs as soon as possible".

[snazzystarlight]

This song is gorgeous! This is “Through Me (The Flood)” by Hozier as I see it because of synesthesia!  

[zanahoriabaila]

One thing I can't get over now that I'm listening to Hozier (yet again) is how unafraid he is of letting the metaphor develop for as many lines as necessary, not worrying about whether the listener lost the careful weave of the thread in the exultant listening of music. And then you are left trying to explain why you are crying, because it's not that last line, but the whole picture it took a hammer to.

[in-kyblogs]

Interview with the vampire, After Phantoms of Your Former Self / Hozier, Through Me (The Flood)

[mandalorian-chiara]

Omg I just remembered when me and my sister were showing our mum Hozier songs and I told her she should listen to Through me (the Flood)

and my mum misundertood (understandably so) and typed into Spotify ‘Threw me the flood’ (safe to say she was confused at the title lol)

I cackled because all I can pitcure is someone throwing a flood at another person

[claar-bookdragonwitch]

[peachesofteal]

Hello! Been enjoying your Through Me series, thanks for sharing it. Curious how Simon reacts to Mama having morning sickness and/or when the baby bump starts showing.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

Through Me (The Flood) - Simon Riley/female reader

"I'm pregnant, not dying."

Simon's lips twist, trying to swallow a smile as he plucks Orion from your arms. "I know, mama. Still, he's huge. You don't need to be picking him up if you can't help it." You throw your hands in the air and your shirt rises, highlighting where your belly has started to change. He can't help but stare at it, warming with pride, with obsession, lust. You turn him into a madman. The bump has pushed him farther into the irrational, possessive, caveman part of his mind, more than he ever thought possible. You're his, all his, carrying his baby again, and it does wild things to him.

"What am I going to do when you're not here?" He frowns, and you place your palm on his hip, patting reassuringly.

"Simon, I love you, but you're going to have to let go a little bit."

"I'm going to let go plenty when I leave for work." He huffs, reaching out to spread his hand across your belly. The swell is hardly pronounced, but still there, and it does a weird thing to his heart every time he touches it. You, and the baby. It clangs around in his chest like a wild drum.

He's sick at the idea of leaving you, and you read it on him. "We're going to be okay, Si. I promise." You can't promise that, just he can't promise anything either, but he'll hold tight to the hope.

"I know." Still, he doesn't let go. He leaves his hand sitting there, thumb rubbing circles into your belly, watching your eyes. You're tired. You've been sick, more sick than you were with Orion, and it's wearing you down, whittling your energy away. "You should rest." You glance at Orion reluctantly, and he kisses your temple. "I've got the rest of the night. Go lay down."

Simon snaps the last button closed on Orion's pajamas as he starts peeking around the room.

"Mamamamama-" Ry babbles, looking left and right for you. He always wants you before bed, wants to at least see you if you're not the one putting him down. Simon doesn't blame him. They're kindred spirits in that way.

"Alright little man, let's go say goodnight to mama." You're asleep on your side, a pillow wrapped up in your arms, and he carefully settles onto the bed, tilting forward so Orion can give you a kiss.

"Mama mama." He calls, and your lashes flutter, barely rousing to say goodnight with sleepy sweet smile.

"Hi baby." You reach, bringing him close. "Daddy tucking you in?"

"Had to say goodnight." He soothes a hand over your hip and down to your belly, gravitating towards it like always now. You're in no better shape than you were earlier, and worry twists in his gut. You've promised its normal, but it doesn't sit right with him.

"Okay, love you." You kiss Orion's cheek, holding the back of his head before letting go, looking up at Simon. "Coming to bed after?"

"Gonna clean up the kitchen and then I'll be in. Go back to sleep." He tries not to focus on the anxiety, trying to stay in these moments, these short moments that he'll need to hold onto for as long as possible.

At the door, he turns, watching you slip back under the waves of sleep. His baby in his arms, another one growing inside you, the entirety of the stars shining in the sky around their moon. You.

He makes it to bed an hour later. You're out like a light, sleeping like the dead, snoring, rolled onto your back now, arms and legs out like a starfish, and he tucks himself around you, shifting carefully to avoid waking you while still getting as close as he possibly can. He finds the bump again, flexing his fingers into soft flesh, breath fanning across your collarbone.

"She says you can hear us, you know. Not clearly I guess, but enough to know our voices. That's why she's always talkin' to ya. So you know who she is." He takes a deep breath. "She wants another boy but I think you're gonna be a girl. Have a feeling." You twitch with a small noise, and he kisses your neck to settle you. "Have to even out the odds around here, and you'll have a big brother to look out for you. Protect you, when you need it." He pushes Tommy from his mind as soon as he appears, burying the ghosts back to where they belong. Wounds heal, but scars can still hurt.

"You talking to him?" You murmur, and he holds you tighter.

"Her, yes. I'm talking to her."

"Mhmm." Your burrow your face in his neck and sigh. "Love you."

"Love you too mama."

[shesnake]

24 hour time loops: not long enough to create or undo anything permanent, crazy-making but often still funny

365 day time loops: the most fucked up shit you could possibly imagine

[thora-jane]

EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS MAN IS ALMOST DOUBLING HIS SONG LIBRARY WITH THIS NEXT ALBUM WHAT THE HELL ANDREW

[venusiannights]

Hozier in eat your young (ep)

[logicallyserial]

happy birthday hozier and happy birthday to the song that changed/ruined/saved my life

[the-merry-otter]

Hozier really just went “so what if I took a few pieces of pure, unfiltered human emotion and then blasted it at everyone in song format” AND IM NOT COMPLAINING

[lets-go-banana-fishing]

I'm not the one to think that Ash and Eiji fell in love at first sight BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS IS HOW ASH REMEMBERS HIS FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH EIJI?!?

EIJI LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL IN HIS MEMORIES

(for reference; when they first met, Eiji was asking about guns and murder:)

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

How do you not get flooded with pictures of the sky and all of its colours

Everyone should send you pictures of the sky

oooh I agree tbh and thank you!! those are such lovely pictures of the sky!!! it truly is beautiful

in fact, here’s one of my pictures of the sky because holy fucking shit this was a marvelous sunset