#this week on hozier liked

[thisweekonhozierliked]

How we feeling gang?

#I personally LOVE it and I definitely agree these songs needed a separate space outside of unreal unearth #Hozier #this week on hozier liked #hozier unheard

[madootles]

consumed with the urge to draw with ed holding cat. that's all

edit: metal arm wrong side bc canvas flip

#the legs look so fucked to me so cropped version first #edward elric #cat #I cannot explain #is it not self explanatory #probably bad to post this at 1 am my time but my impatience has always been strong and today is no different #fma #fma03 #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #I really struggled with this and I still don't completely love it but I wanted to post something #it's been about a year since I first got BACK into fma #still into it lolol #fan art #anyway life updates... nothing really #I have been listening to hozier's new album for weeks and I saw him in concert which was awesome! #today I saw the PJO trailer and it brought me happiness #sketch #proportions are so fucked like I love edward's build but it really is hard for me to nail down #hope someone enjoys!

[anne-is-confused]

The words hung above (but never would form)

#the terror #my art #sophia cracroft #francis crozier #hozier #i guess? #posted this last night. realized it had a typo. got way more upset over that than i should have. bone apple teeth #i still feel like i only have capacity for screencap redraws but my end of semester assignments are due in 2 weeks so i must push #through this somehow. i have one more of these babies lined up though i'll post it in a few days

[cryingbard]

Let's make this a Hozier profile let's go

#hozier #digital art #my art #art #tattoos #hozier fanart #fanart #tattoos ideas #illustration #cottagecore #in a week #like real people do #take me to church #it will come back #artists on tumblr

[brotherdusk]

hozier is frustrating because the "teehee twinkly irish moss bog forest man who communes with the fae" tiktok girlie shit is so tired but when you actually see him in person... the way he pounds his chest and howls and incites the audience into mass hysteria during take me to church actually is an annoyingly strong "ancient god unleashing his wrath" vibe. the tiktokers are right but not in the way they think

#saw a video of him performing in dublin last week and got thinking about that song again #the girl in front of me actually turned around to her friend like 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨 after a particularly intense moment it was so funny #txt #hozier

[xsunburstx]

~ sweet as cherry wine ~🍷🥀🍒

#trying to figure out what to wear for an upcoming concert #ughhh the struggle of finding a cute outfit #me in red #doesn’t happen to often #i see hozier next week and i’m freaking out #like what??? #i’m so excited #me #mine #<3 #red #cute top

[thedustyshehnai]

the hold this album has on me

#hozier #would that i #cherry wine #beautiful #aesthetic #music #from Eden #sedated #in a week #nature #deathcore #muse aesthetic #take me to church #like real people do #work song #someone new #to be alone

[prophecysgirl]

she'll know me crazy, soothe me daily. better yet, she wouldn't care JIARA WEEK: lyrics (jackie and wilson by hozier)

#obxedit #outerbanksedit #jiaraedit #jjmaybankedit #kiaracarreraedit #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara #jj x kiara #jiaraweek2023 #*obx #** #* #went to a hozier concert a few weeks back and heard this song live INSANE #i was like four people from barricade as well it was wild #kinda insane how well this song fits jiara also!!!

[alittlecstaticxilophone]

Something I like about Hozier (and someone probably has already mentioned this before) is the fact that in many of his songs, death is not the end of love. But rather it continues through it.

Like the examples that come to the top of my head are "Like Real People Do", "In a Week" and now "Francesca". Where one or two of the characters depicted die and the love that they once held is still there.

I don't know, someone has probably already gone deeper into this or I could try to do it. Or perhaps this is mostly just me speaking nonsense but I thought it was a nice little thing.

#Hozier #unreal unearth #Wasteland Baby #In a week Hozier #like real people do #Francesca #andrew hozier byrne

[thisweekonhozierliked]

seeing Hozier tonight

It’s over.

#this is it for me I’m ascending #🫣🥵🔥🥳✨😐🤨🫡🥵🥺🫠🫡🤗🤯😱😱🤯😱🥵🥵😳😤😭🤯 #this week on hozier liked #hozier

[earthfromadistance]

do any of y’all have hozier tattoos 👀 I have a shrike on a branch of thorns with an anatomically correct heart being pierced. I showed him when I met him and he literally said “wow thank you for sharing that with me” 😭

Anyway if you have one I wanna see!!! Or if you’re thinking of getting something tell me what it is!!

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #wasteland baby #the way I wracked my brain to think of what I was going to say to him #and it was like a week before and I was like omg I’ll show him my tattoo

[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.

#manysfic #manyrambles #listen... fucked up forms of seeing love is everything to me ok... #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty ghost #call of duty soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #ghost/soap #ghostsoap #soap/ghost #soapghost #ghoap #hope you liked it <3 #I was thinking of 'week' and 'like real people do' by hozier while writting this

[thunderjackal]

Hello people I am here once again with something I wrote. I've been thinking lots about my asexuality and coming to terms with it, and I don't think I really understood how much it would mean to have an asexual character to look to project onto (enter Jon Sims guys). I'm rambling now but I basically used him as way to explore my feelings about asexuality that I've struggled to put into words for the longest times.

I know some of my friend will probably read this and you guys are my metaphorical Martin here

anyway enough of me and more of that thing I wrote

Jon wasn’t even sure he knew what love was. The very idea was alienating, for the world had leaned down and whispered into his ear, the very world that had created him. And it told him, to be human was to love. To be human was to create. To create love and life with your own body.

But he could never. No- perhaps he could, if he sacrificed enough of himself, tore every part of himself to shreds, burned himself at the stake, cleaned that sour taste from his mouth and rid himself of the terror and numbness that coursed through his heart, all for the one who would 

show him the wonders of ‘love’

But he had lived enough life to know that ‘one’ was never coming. He had lived enough life to know it was a lie he told himself, all through his youth and into his adulthood, and one he no doubt would continue to tell himself, no matter how much he tried to doubt it.

For to be broken one must be able to be fixed.

And what was he if not broken?

At times he felt as if he was running for his life, outrunning fate. For it was everywhere, in the yellowed pages of books, on the captivating neon screens, in the strangers who passed by him in the street, in those he called friend, in jest and games, in cathartic and emotionally driven art, in soulful song. For it was in his very existence.

There were times when his lungs would scream for air and all he could taste was rotten blood on his tongue. There were times where he stood numb as those around him amused themselves in a jest he could not share, where they used it as a connection between one another, a connection he could not share, where those he wished a connection with used it as a form of emotional closeness. And that numbness that overtook his body and the walls he built to protect his heart and soul pushed them away, even when he desired, wanted, needed to be close to them.

For he was told he could not run forever. 

For he was told it would catch up with him eventually.

For he was told he would grit his teeth and bare it.

For he was told it was to be human.

And it terrified him.

He did not want any part of it.

Not even to perceive. Or feel anything of the like.

He was drowning. And drowning fast.

For he was told he could not escape it forever.

And he believed it. Believe them who sold him a lie, like one sells time to a clock or inspiration to the muse.

So when the man who had changed his entire world came into focus, who he loved beyond measure and reason, he told himself he was not in love.

For he was broken, incapable of such love.

That is why when that man had told him he didn't care, that he could live and love and dream and share the most intimate and tender moments of his life with Jon, all without it. Told him that there was no fixing him. That he was never truly broken. Told him that he was not the green eyed monster he had built himself up to be. Told him that his crown of loneliness and life of isolation he had resigned to was false.

It had changed him.

That man had told him they could lie for a million years together in the soft earth, slowly being overtaken by the weeds and wildflowers, and he would never mention a word, and never would his hands wander over his skin. He told him they would remain like that, hand in hand, discrete and content.

And that is how their story goes.

They lived a thousand days and breathed a million breaths, all without a mention of it.

They laid in that field for millennia, so long that they’d become the flowers, so long that the foxes had known their taste.

Jon hadn’t known the meaning of ‘home’ either. But maybe he was home with that man, no- that man was his home.

#TJ writes stuff #tma #feel kind of bad tagging this with tma #the magnus archives #asexual #aspec #aroace #aromantic #arospec #acespec #queer #lgbt+ #vent #vent post #tw vent #cw vent #a vent of some kind #happy vent #queer vent #writing #writers on tumblr #can you guys tell the last part was like pulled from Hoziers in a week #because that song encapsulates all my emotions in a way i cant even describe

[woobiz]

wdym i cant just listen to hozier, wasteland baby, and unreal unearth on repeat everyday? wdym i need to listen to more than just one artist?

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #unreal unearth #wasteland baby #i literally cant stop listening to unreal unearth #its all ive listened to in the past like two weeks 😓

[mountainhaunt]

i got married and i got hozier tickets and they're remastering tlou2 so i guess u can say the last week or so has been the best and most lesbiancoded i'm gonna have for the next decade

#and my ellie tattoo appointment is a few weeks from now #like what other combination of things could line up like this again #hozier #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #txt

[kairenn-n]

(x)

#WHY IS HE LIKE THIS #hozier #unreal unearth #ALSO HOW MANY WEEKS ANDREW #ANDREW #WE'RE DYING HERE