Be still my foolish heart 😍🥰✨🖤✨🥰😍

Every Hozier song is bbc Merlin-core. Part 1

Babe

There's something tragic about you

Something so magic about you

Don't you agree?

Babe

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Always a well dressed fraud

Who wouldn't spare the rod

Never for me

When you move

I can recall somethin' that's gone from me,

When you move

Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

I wouldn't know where to start

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me

/From Eden/Foreigners God/Movement/Almost

some of y’all need to learn the difference between an interpretation and an actual meaning. i swear to god some of y’all hear some take and just repeat that shit as gospel

“i actually read that what the writer meant was—“ shut up you read that from some rando on tiktok the writer did not say jack shit

OH MY GOD THEY’RE PLAYING ALMOST (SWEET MUSIC) IN THIS CVS

I wouldn't know where to start, sweet music playing in the dark, be still my foolish heart, don't ruin this on me.

Hi! my name is Gabriela Vargas, I’m a Musicologist (in the making) and I’m doing an essay on the Female Gaze reflected in Hozier’s Lyrics. If anyone wanted to help me by answering a couple questions I would be really grateful,

if not, just answering on this post why do you like Hoziers lyrics would be more than enough.

Hope you have a good day 🥰

Wasteland, Baby! | March 1, 2019

"There is definitely a kind of wry smile to the work, but it takes place with a great shadow hanging over, I suppose, the end of the world kind of hanging over the album a little bit. But that is enjoyed in the best way possible."

I wouldn't know where to start

ALRIGHT okay I will attempt to explain this to the best of my ability, which is currently being held together by tape and coffee

so I have a long running post philippi story focusing on the octavian-antony divorce arc conflict and it's heavily dramatized and full of dead people. it's one part historical, one part my own invention, and one part fucking around with ideas (or the lack there of) in movies about antony and cleopatra. many of which are bad! however. there is a bad one that's actually good. like, I wouldn't recommend it except that I talk about it constantly.

it's the 1953 movie, Serpent of the Nile and I have not known peace since watching it. it's one of the more interesting takes on antony and cleopatra (TO ME), and more importantly: I'm obsessed with the plot point where antony helps lucilius escape egypt to warn octavian.

this scene is partially inspired by that! this scene is partially inspired by several things, but that's the one to mention bc I haven't published any of this story except for the periodic scene I've drawn for fun so listing the rest of it will not add to this experience and also I’m very sleepy right now

the egyptian wall backgrounds in the first page and the last page are of a tomb wall painting, the third page uses an illustration of the death of antony for shakespeare's antony and cleopatra, and on the second page is actually my own painting of antony and cleopatra after giambattista pittoni's painting of antony, cleopatra, and the famous pearl incident

additionally, that last page. the floor. that's a relief commemorating the battle of actium. I'd been reading about depictions of actium and it is. intriguing, especially since my first thought wrt to all of that is usually abt the bodies in the water and how they'll never be buried or antony's parthian fuck up setting the stage for all of this.

also this specifically. fascinating.

Representations and Re-presentations of the Battle of Actium, Barbara Kellum

sweet music playing in the dark, be still my foolish heart

I won’t be the tiny you marry. We won’t ever settle down, you’ll never see grey hairs start to peek out at my temples, you’ll never see laugh lines settle in my cheeks. We won’t be together forever. And you might even think that’s a good thing. But in twenty, thirty years, when you’re up late looking at your lover in the dark, you’ll think of me. They’re taller than you, and you’ll think of how I once fit so perfectly in your hand that it felt as if it were made for me. You’ll never look at a doll the same way. You’ll never crush another bug. We will never see each other again, but I will always be in your pocket.

I'D TELL THEM "PUT ME BACK IN IT"

Hii! I love your fics, and I had an idea based on almost (sweet music). Basically, reader has passed away and dad!Hozier, after coming home from work (or anything, really), hears their daughter in her room blasting the music he and reader used to listen to. I've had this idea for mooonthss now, but I don't have the writing skills to put it down myself 🥹 Thank you in advance!

Ahhhhh!!!! I’ve never thought of that!!! And I hope you enjoy it!! (I’ve never done a Fic. Like this and I also really struggle)

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I laugh like me again, she laughs like you

•dad! Hozier and daughter

-Warnings: sad Hozier, thinking of the past, listening to music.

(Also this picture make him look like a disappointed dad)

It’s been awhile since she has died and somehow they’re managing. But Andrew could help but feel empty with out her. It had already been a long day at the studio, his mind would not stop wandering for the life of him. He finally arrived home later at night. He unlocked and opened the front door, shutting it behind him, he let out a sigh of exhaustion. The house seemed quiet except for the slightly blaring music coming from his daughters room. It was music Andrew and she used to listen to. He smiled and shook his head, he set his things down and walked up the stairs to his daughters room. Once he was in the hallway he could hear the music a lot better. It was the song Andrew and she danced to at their wedding “Can’t Help Falling In Love with You.” By Elvis Presley. He leaned up against the door and softly smiled at the thought. Once the song finished he knocked on the door “Hey, my sunlight. It’s your da.” He said gently. The door opened and there stood his teenage daughter that had the perfect combination of her mother and him. She smiled and rushed into his arms giving him a long hug. “Hi da.” She said. “Hi, how was your day?” Andrew asked while embracing her warm hug. “Erm…. Tiring and stressful…” He softly laughed “Same here. Why were you listening to that song? You don’t even like that kind of music.” He couldn’t help but ask. “Well…. I honestly don’t know why, I guess it just helped me remember mom…” She said softly while pulling away from the hug. “Oh, I see.” He looked her in the eyes. “You have your mothers eyes.” He said softly. She smiles “I know….” The silences of grief fill the house for a moment, it was then interrupted by Andrew clearing his throat. “Erm… anyways, why do you tell me about your day over dinner?” She smiled and nodded “I would love to, da.”

Notes: sorry if it’s not that good, I’ve never done a Fic. Like this before! But anyways I hope you enjoyed!!!!!

a love supreme seems far removed.