Boreas
By The Oh Hellos, & Animation By Louie Zong
Promise me
That you’ll start where I end
And I promise to give you
Everything that I am
(On and on and on)
We’ll go on and on and on
In the end
All I hope for
Is to be a bit of warmth for you
When there’s not a lot of warmth left
To go around
Painting how I see music has been one of my favourite projects lately. It's an excellent creative challenge to translate what I see in my head into my style of art! The green swoops around the outside definitely turned out more leaf-y than I had intended (I was aiming for firework-y), but I'm still very happy with it overall!
GUYS THE MELODY OF PASSERINE IS EVERYWHERE IN COLD!! IT’S LIKE THE NARRATOR IS STILL TRYING TO RECOVER FROM THE PAINFUL REALIZATION OF PASSERINE AND BEING ABRUPTLY CUT OFF FROM THEIR COMMUNITY!! AND THEN THE ROSE MELODY SLOWLY SNEAKS IN THERE!! AS THEY BEGIN SETTLING INTO THIS NEW LIFE AND PREPARING FOR WHAT’S TO COME!! AHHHHH
Izzy knows that if he cannot kill his god, his god will not want him around. Izzy takes the gun, wraps weak fingers around it, and tries to do his god proud.
But it does not work. The gun goes off, sending pain ricocheting through Izzy's skull, and his head does fall back on the pillow behind him. His god gives a soft sigh, says that he loved Izzy, best he knew how, and exits from Izzy's prison, this ninth circle of hell.
Blackbeard leaves. Izzy Hands remains, pain pounding excruciating through his forehead. He has lost his leg. He came seconds, a mere hairsbreadth difference in the placement of the gun barrel, from losing his life.
It is in this moment, as he tries to breathe through the pain, the weight of his god's condemnation, that Izzy finally understands that if a god demands that a man die but that man wishes to cling to life, he must learn how to outlive his god.
If Blackbeard condemned him to the ninth circle, then it is time for Izzy to earn his sentence.
-aletterinthenameofsanity, bury me as it pleases you (but these bones never rested while living)
Well, @aletterinthenameofsanity just posted a writing update and mentioned that the Dear Wormwood album was extremely Edizzy-coded so I started relistening to it (especially the songs I've never heard before, such as Dear Wormwood itself) and yep, she's really not wrong! I listened to this song and COULD NOT unsee the Edizzy of it all. As I eagerly wait for the Izzy amnesia fic, I wanted to put out another Edizzy moodboard because their toxic, religiously devoted dynamic scratches such an itch in my brain!
I keep hearing people saying that December ‘04 was written for them specifically, and I feel the exact same way. This song feels so personal.
This song managed to perfectly capture my feelings of like… Christmas has always been a time when the people I love came together but now my family has changed and it’s sadder and I’m more bitter but still good. And we’re not gonna be kids again who believe in magic and Santa Claus but we can make our own magic I think.
It’s Christmas. It’s the end of the year and I’m thinking about my family again, both near and far, and I just want them to be safe and together for a little bit.
It’s the end of the year again and I’m so tired and my New Year’s resolutions are the same as last year’s and I feel like I can’t change anything in a way that lasts but I’m trying. I’m trying. Let’s give it another year. Let’s give it another go.
It’s another year and I’m different and my faith is different. I still believe in God but it’s harder. I’ve gone farther, so I’ll come back on Christmas and remind myself what I believe in and why. So I’ll believe in you.
the process of parturition for lagomorphs is called kindling. Rabbit kits are very funny looking, like little pink blobs. Inspired by the song of the same name by The Oh Hellos.
do you have music reccomendations? Or a favorite song? (In general)
Also favorite aromantic and or asexual song?
Crane wives for the queer feminine rage of it all.
Tongues and teeth is the most aromantic song I've ever heard
(oh hellos for the softer, we can choose to be kind, we can choose to be better, the places we come from are flawed, but still a part of our stories of it all)