#BABE there’s something lonesome about you. something so wholesome about you. get closer to me

[wordsinhaled]

sometimes i remember that hozier literally went on record to be like yeah i absolutely actually wrote “from eden” about “the snake … looking longingly at something he desires - for everything that he does not have” and i just. yeah

[squipdop]

babe / theres something wretched about this / something so precious about this / where to begin babe / theres something broken about this / but i might be hoping about this / oh what a sin

hello ive been turning them over and over and over again in my mind. i might be unwell. [id under the cut | reference ]

[image description: two drawings of astarion and gale from baldurs gate 3 hugging. the one on the upper right side has gale starting the hug, with one arm visibly around astarion, leaning his head into his shoulder. astarion has one arm around gale, the other hand still hovering over his back. his eyes are open and he is not yet leaning in, somewhat aprehensive. the drawing on the lower left is similar to the first one, but this time astarion is also leaning into the hug, with his face smushed against gales shoulder and his eyes closed. next to the drawings are two crops of the lyrics to hoziers from eden, reading "babe / theres something tragic about you / something so magic about you / dont you agree" and "babe / theres something lonesome about you / something so wholesome about you / get closer to me". the whole image is colored in soft greys of yellow and blue hues. end image description]

[bea28]

Can we talk about how Hozier's "From Eden" is such an Andreil song?

Andrew to Neil:

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

(Him knowing something is up with neil, but Josten being a pipe dream nonetheless)

Neil to andrew:

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

(Neil knowing andrew only pretends he doesn't care about anyone, but he does care in his own way)

Neil:

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

(stop with the "i don't care" act, i don't have time for it)

Andrew to Neil:

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

( Andrew seeing the desperation in neil, the same he saw in himself )

Neil:

Babe There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin?

(i don't know what we have, and it's probably not the usual relationship, but it's precious and i want to keep it)

Andrew:

Babe There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

(our "this" might me broken and frail, but i want it, even tho i shouldn't want anything)

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

I see this as them saying "we'll keep our "this" and everyone else be damned"

two broken men who found comfort in each other, and in the end their broken pieces and ragged edges fit just right

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I don't know, it might just be me, but in my head it makes so much sense

[hanana-myc]

Why is nobody talking that “from eden” by hozier is LITERALLY the ineffable husbands??

LIKE

“Babe

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Get closer to me

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes

No irony

No "Who cares?", no vacant stare

No time for me

Honey, you're familiar

Like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison

Chivalry fell on his sword

Innocence died screaming

Honey, ask me, I should know slithered here from Eden

Just to sit outside your door”

ITS LITERALLY CROWLEY SINGING FOR AZIRAPHALE

IF NOBODY IS GOINT TO MAKE A FANFIC ABT IT I WILL BECAUSE OH GOD

[letsgetrowdy43]

From Eden (Rowan’s Version)—

Quinn Hughes x Honey Hughes

I tried a new style of writing, it's a bit more creative writing than normal so tell me if you like it!!

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"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. Get closer to me?"

Quinn’s draft day had been nerve-racking up until the moment his name was called, relief filling his lungs as the Canuck’s general manager called his name.

Seventh overall, it was a great day to be Quinn Hughes.

As their gazes collided, he was abruptly enveloped in his mother's arms. Yet, the impression of Honey's stare lingered in the back of his mind.

Something about this moment mixed with the way his best friend stared at him with such pride and love had him foggy-brained as he hugged Luke and then Jack quickly.

He made his way through his family members, thanking them and hugging them for everything before he found himself placed in front of her. She stood so prettily in a blue long-sleeve dress that matched his tie, something that Ellen had orchestrated to make their day more special.

A soft blush adorned her cheeks as she chewed on the inside of her plump lips, uncertainty filled her as she searched for the perfect words but was met with a silent cry of happiness as he pulled her into his chest. It was the perfect moment in his eyes. Every important person in his life at his side and the girl he loved most whispered short affirmations of her pride in him into his ear.

In the tender hug that followed, a sigh of pure contentment escaped her lips as his face found comfort nestled in the crook of her neck. "I'm so proud of you, Q," she whispered. Quinn, overwhelmed by the weight of unspoken feelings, could only manage a subtle nod, his voice lost to the emotions building up within him.

Instead, he expressed his gratitude with a kiss pressed against her blushing cheek before slipping his jacket from his shoulders and gently draping it across hers—a silent testament to the warmth that existed not only in fabric but in the shared moments of vulnerability and pride.

Jack looked at her knowingly as she fixed the jacket that sat on her shoulders, his arm wrapping around her shoulder as they along with the rest of the Hughes family and friends watched the oldest walking up to the stage to shake hands with the members of the organization.

Loud cheers erupted through the arena as he slipped the blue and green jersey over his head and onto his frame. A smile found its place on his face as he looked to the photographer in front of him taking his photo before exiting the stage. But not before looking back at the crowd, finding his family, and giving his best friend a little wave before heading toward the media booths.

★★★★

"No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me."

Honey ran her fingers through her tangled wet hair, the salt water causing the ends to curl. In the radiant embrace of summer, Honey blossomed into a picture of beauty. Quinn thought she was the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.

His heart stammered in his chest as her fingers stopped playing with her hair and moved to his, her fingers fixing the mess of damp hair that sat atop his head. Breath got caught in his throat as her fingers stopped playing with his hair and moved down to fix the dainty gold chain that hung from his neck, a draft gift from Honey's family, that he had yet to take off since she put it on him in late June.

It was now August, meaning that decisions were being made, and Quinn was being pressed into either returning back for his sophomore year at Michigan or moving across the continent to British Columbia to fulfil his dreams.

Quinn found himself standing at a crossroads, where the lines of destiny branched into two possibilities. One path beckoned him toward the path of his future, whispering promises of a professional athletic career. The other held the allure of youth, freedom, and the silent melody of unspoken confessions that he had yet to complete.

Summer's gentle touch adorned her, the radiance of her smile, lingered for mere seconds before a frown wove its way onto her expression. "Have you made a decision yet, about school?" she whispered, the words carrying both curiosity and an awareness of the timing.

She understood that the weight of such a decision wasn't something he wished to face at this moment, yet the curiosity that danced in her eyes revealed the undeniable urge to be in the know.

"I think I'm gonna wait another year, they said it was up to me, and I just think another year would be better for me," he watched as she tried to contain the excitement that was clearly written on her face. "Makes sense," she said in a sad attempt at being straight-faced, which he immediately read through as her grin got the best of her.

"Not that I don't want you to go fulfill your dreams, but I want you by my side for at least one more year, I'm selfish," she said repositioning herself so her head could rest against his shoulder, "I don't know what I would do without you Q" "You'll be just fine Hun, I'm never really gone, just a quick call away," he smiled as she moved momentarily to press a kiss to his sunburnt shoulder.

The awareness stayed in the space between them– Quinn would always be a simple phone call away from a decision that could alter the course of their lives. The potential of the forthcoming adult world loomed, yet there remained a precious promise of one more year. One more year to soak up the unbreakable bond that made them inseparable.

Honey and Quinn adopted a silent vow to make this final year, their sophomore year, an era of memories

★★★★

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits in prison, and chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, Honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

In the warmth of his dorm room, Quinn found himself mesmerized by the allure of Honey's kisses. Since the moment their lips first connected, an insatiable hunger had taken residence within him, fueled by her intoxicating adoration.

"I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, the words a tender murmur as Honey laid her head against his bare chest. Soft breaths escaped her lips, creating a gentle rhythm with the beat of their hearts. In the quiet intimacy of their entangled limbs and sheets, she smiled against his skin, a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that words could only begin to express.

Her fingers traced circles on his skin, and she sat up, her gaze meeting his with a soft intensity. "I know I'm in love with you," she declared, her words carrying the weight of certainty, she leaned in to press a less gentle, more passionate kiss to his chapped lips.

★★★★

"Babe, there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this. Where to begin? Babe, there's something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. Oh, what a sin"

There was something so tragic about being in love with someone who lived so far away.

The ache of longing manifested in her final kiss, a sweet torment as tears welled in her eyes. She desired relief in his arms, her face buried in the curve of his neck as she mumbled about calling whenever he felt. "I swear Quinn, you call whenever you need to talk, even if you think it's something dumb wanna hear about it all," she mumbled as he smiled into the crown of her head. "Thank you, Hun," and with that her fingers gripped the soft cotton of his sweater, and his hands traced comforting patterns across her shoulder blade, a silent reassurance echoing through the tender touch, as they swayed back and forth.

With a heartfelt whisper, words of her adoration for him were followed by sad murmurs about how she would miss him. As he pulled away, the lingering warmth of his lips on her cheek, oblivious to his brothers' groans, left an unforgettable mark. "Thank you for everything Hun," he smiled a genuine expression of love on his face.

With one last squeeze, he began to make his rounds of goodbyes to his family, leaving Honey with a promise. "Go have a good rest of the semester, I'll see you in a few weeks, and then we have all summer together," he affirmed.

As he hugged his little brothers, Honey stood, both anchored and adrift, in the thought of their shared moments, eagerly awaiting the summer.

★★★★

"To the strand a picnic plan for you and me, a rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree"

"Date night?" Quinn nodded to his brother as he stole a quilt from the hall closet and draped it over his arm, "You're so in love, it's unbecoming," the comment earned Jack a glare as Quinn shoved the blanket into a bag. "That's a really big word for you J," he poked back which gained a laugh from Jack. "I'm just saying, you are fulfilling your dreams and you get the girl, it sounds like it's gonna be your year," Jack teased, savouring the chance to poke fun at his older brother, but instead of pressing any more he left to go and bother Luke instead.

As Jack retreated, Quinn stood there, quilt in hand, fully aware that this was in fact his year.

Honey got his car, the engine humming with potential, a cooler bag of dinner nestled by her feet, as she leaned over the center console, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Where are we going?" "I don't know," Quinn admitted honestly, his eyes reflecting the spontaneity of the evening, "we could go to the park, or that little clearing outside of town."

His gaze lingered on the girl beside him, her hair woven into loose braids and the bridge of her nose adorned with freckles and a hint of sunburn.

The words "outside of town" escaped her lips like a secret shared between the couple, "It's more private," Honey's whisper hung in the air. Leaning in, she sealed the idea with a passionate kiss, leaving Quinn momentarily breathless.

Quinn, hand now on the wheel, felt a combination of excitement and dizziness. His other hand found its way to her thigh as they set forth on the road to the outskirts of Plymouth.

It was Quinn's year, and he was sooo in love.

★★★★

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, and chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, Honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

In the quiet embrace of nostalgia, Quinn found himself lost in his old Instagram posts, scrolling through the old captured memories that he hadn't looked through in years. The images that appeared on the screen told tales of life, their life together. Each photo was a snapshot of a chapter he had lived alongside her and were the moments that had sculpted him into the person he would become today.

With baby Maeve cradled in his arms, a symbol of the present and the future, Quinn's heart warmed at the stark contrast between then and now. Fifteen years had woven into a prosperous life of experiences, and as he looked up from his phone, he saw the picture-perfect scene unfolding before him. His wife, snug on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn and M&M's with their other two children as they watched old Disney movies

In this snapshot of domestic bliss, Quinn realized just how full of love his life had been. Quinn's heart swelled with an appreciation for the present— Honey and their babies were his everything, and in that quiet living room, surrounded by their shared history, Quinn cherished the beauty of his life.

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[homoashell]

"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 Get closer to me"

hozier oh my god just kill me why wont you

[thewisestdino]

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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 Get closer to me

[yourlocalmisthios]

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

Get closer to me.

[aelingalathyniusrailme]

gwynriel week day 3: confessions

gwyn and azriel singing from eden to each other

both

I think one of the biggest similarities between gwyn and azriel is that a lot of their trauma comes from loss of innocence and autonomy. There is something that enacts such a sense of loneliness in their respective abuses, that despite each of them having found friends and family, the people around them are just unable to understand that degree of self hatred, fear, and isolation. and I believe that this song should be how sjm writes them confessing to each other that they are still recovering but there is something inevitable and unyielding and healing about the way in which they need each other. Not to be a final piece to fix a broken heart but a tool to remold it into something new. Something eternal.

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

Get closer to me

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony

No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Babe

There's something wretched about this

Something so precious about this

Where to begin?

Babe

There's something broken about this

But I might be hoping about this

Oh, what a sin

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

anyways that’s what you missed on gleeriel

[mindyaownbuiss]

I absolutely love From Eden.

the song is just so down to earth, so honest and so real…

i mean:

«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

Get closer to me»

and don’t get me started on the chorus..

mylawd…

[waytoomanyhobbies]

Hi! What’s a song that makes you think of your favorite character or ship from Bob’s Burgers?

@babsvibes

Lol. Well, I already told you the other day how Too Sweet by Hozier makes me think of Logan being Louise's neat whiskey in your:

But I wanna shake things up with two songs that aren't fic dependent but instead make me think of Louigan after reuniting in their 30s and getting together–one would be what they say is their song and the other is their song in private.

Usually, with rivals to lovers ships folks go straight to all the "I hate you, but I love you" tunes. Instead, I want to lean into the way that Logan and Louise are foils who, despite their differences, are actually quite alike.

So the first song is another Hozier tune... From Eden. That's the one they would tell people was their song. Both characters have a history of identifying with criminals, outlaws, etc. So the serpent in the garden is a natural.

The following section, in particular, hits the mark for me:

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

In the context of Louigan, the verse would be them each recognizing the other's hidden softer side. The pre-chorus would be a longing to cut through their facades of indifference and them expressing their insecurities about if the other really wasn't interested. Finally, the chorus in this context is the recognition of seeing themselves in one another (hence, how they recognized one another's softer sides) as well as the type of baggage they could accrue in the decades before they reunited. They're just both lying in wait to tempt the other. There wouldn't be any "other man" (like in the verse about Adam ) when they reunite, but any time someone asks how they got together, they make up a different outrageous story. Like an anthology episode.

That brings us to Louise and Logan's secret song, the one they would cuddle and canoodle to–but vehemently deny in public. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake.

I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Comin' back here to you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me I couldn't get any bigger With anyone else beside me And now it's clear as this promise That we're making Two reflections into one Cause it's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

I mean we have this girl:

A girl who knows every lyric that Boo Boo and Boys 4 Now ever sang.

And she's paired with this boy:

A boy who gets super emotional over Freaky Friday and its messages about love and acceptance.

Together, they would secretly enjoy the most poppy, peppy songs about true love and finding your other half–the person who gets that part of you that others don't understand or find too extreme for comfort. That's a kind of understanding and acceptance Louise seems to yearn for from Spiderhouse Rules, and it matches Logan's vibe from Mother Daughter Laser Razor beautifully.

I can picture the two of them cuddling to the song:

Louise: "I swear, if you ever tell anyone this is really our song, I will gut punch you!"

Logan (laughing): "Hey! I have a reputation to protect too, you know?"

Louise (snorts:) "If you say so."

Logan: "Besides, I know you're too chicken to dance to this at the wedding reception..."

Louise (warning): "Logan."

Logan: "And since when is big spoon supposed to be threatening little spoon? You're supposed to be making me feel safe and cherished."

Louise (hugging him tighter): "Fine. If the leftover pizza starts threatening you, I've got my bow and arrows in the closet."

Logan: "Thank you."

[stood-onthecliffside]

hozier wrote 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 get closer to me...no tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony no 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me and then you expect me not to believe in all consuming love <3

[gemsofthegalaxy]

Also From Eden is SUCH a tomgreg loving corruption song like....

"Babe, there's something tragic about you something so magic about you" feels like Tom first seeing Greg in that hospital when he was trying to get that job. Both tragic, sad, and full of potential.

"Something so lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you get closer to me" they both noticed this about each other, that they were outsiders, lonely guys. As well, Tom could see all Greg's hesitation about really dipping his feet into Waystar- the conversation about "principles" was entirely this, Tom telling him he couldn't stay wholesome if he wanted to become rich. Get closer to him.

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know" In my opinion, Tom clearly sees that Greg is a lot like him. Ambitious, lonely, strange, hungry for something, but he lacks direction and finesse. And Tom is insinuated to have a stronger moral compass than he lets on as well, but he knows it has no place in their work and he gets rid of it. Special extra shout-out, "Idealism sits in prison", if he had went the idealistic way, they indeed might have landed in prison. Sure, he also could have gone public, and maybe become a whistle-blower and lost all his progress in the business world.

Finally: "I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door" In 3x09 they frame Greg agreeing to follow Tom's lead and rise to the bottom of the top with him as a "deal with the devil" and the "selling of his soul".

Tom is the snake, and Greg is Eve willingly, eagerly taking a bite out of his apple.

[boxofshadows]

Assigning bnha characters Hozier songs pt 1

In which I, your host, shadow, shuffle Hozier music and assign bnha characters to the songs. Songs in this edition: Francesca, Work Song, and From Eden. Characters included are: Eraserhead, Dabi, Compress, Izuku Midoriya, Ms. Joke, Toga Himiko, and Tomura Shigaraki.

Wave dividers by the wonderful @cafekitsune!

Francesca

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 // 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 // I would still be surprised I could find you, darling // In any life // If I could hold you for a minute // Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

Eraserhead for sure, this one's tricky because it fits a lot of the heroes since they're such devoted people. I think villain wise this is definitely either Dabi or Compress. They're very headstrong, I think that no matter what if they fell for someone, they fall for life. Through hell or high water, yk?

Boys, workin' on empty // Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? // I just think about my baby // I'm so full of love I could barely eat // There's nothing sweeter than my baby // I'd never want once from the cherry tree // 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be // She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Work song

When my time comes around // Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth // No grave can hold my body down // I'll crawl home to her

Boys, when my baby found me // I was three days on a drunken sin // I woke with her walls around me // Nothin' in her room but an empty crib // And I was burnin' up a fever // I didn't care much how long I lived // But I swear I thought I dreamed her // She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Izuku. This song is so Izuku. This is also very Ms. Joke. Villain wise I'm thinking Toga. Especially the bit about (whoever) loving with no condition and with no care as to their love's past. All three of them haven't had it particularly easy (shhhhhh I'm headcanonning my wife Emi leave me alone) and I think it'd make them very devoted people. Especially in love. It's canon for toga, and borderline canon for Izuku.

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 // Get closer to me // No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony // No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me // Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago // Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword // Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know // I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

From eden

Honestly I'm thinking Shigaraki. This song is about idolizing someone from a distance, and I can see Shigaraki definitely idolizing or even following the object of his affection just because they were kind to him or something. This is *his* song for sure. Maybe I'll write a stalkerish!shigaraki fic in the future if the people want it 👀

[nyxlewotsit]

I am so feral about From Eden by Hozier being the most Crowley song in existence that i analysed every single line and now i need people to share my pain:

GO2 SPOILERS !! >

Babe

There's something tragic about you (angel/ demon shenanigans / also cus crowley is feeling love like a human would and that's insane to him )

Something so magic about you (literally an angel)

Don't you agree? (you believe you are holier than thou dont deny it)

Babe

There's something lonesome about you (THAT FUCKING SCENE IN GO2 THE "sounds lonely?" WHERE AZIRAPHALE JUST NODS IN RESPONSE I-)

Something so wholesome about you (he is little 🤭🤭 angel)

Get closer to me (it doesn't matter if your own side is lonely because it can be our side)

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, No irony (he's not a demon, if he were crowley would expect that, but he's not, he's sweet and kind and perfect)

No "Who cares?", no vacant stare (angel - same as above)

No time for me (basically the same but in the fact, he's not an angel, he can't fall for crowley (teehee "fall" 👀))

Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago (not only have they know eachother for 6000 years on earth, i truely believe there is a little bit of crowley that remembers azi from before the fall, just like how gabriel remembered beelzebub)

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword (it's not a perfect silly little relationship and it never will nor can it be, not ideal, not chivalrous, i know you too well)

Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know (i fell because i asked questions, i was no less innocent than you, you are not holier than thou, my innocence is gone because of that, but yours isnt)

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door (i mean he was a literal fucking snake now pining over his silly little angel do i really need to explain this line)

Babe

There's something wretched about this (i can't believe im letting myself feel this way about an angel but i am)

Something so precious about this (genuinely loves him)

Where to begin? (how do you express that you've loved someone for 6000 years who you fundamentally should not love)

Babe

There's something broken about this (they find it impossible to express their feelings to eachother, crowley keeps his feelings locked away so tightly cus he doesn't want to appear vulnerable, so their relationship is so broken)

But I might be hoping about this (he still loves azi and wants their relationship to be something, he wants to go off together, just them)

Oh, what a sin (literally)

To the strand, a picnic planned

For you and me (an alternative to the ritz, just being silly lil guys going out for lunch together yk)

A rope in hand for your other man

To hang from a tree (wants his love for heaven and being holy to die, can't deal with the thought that that is what he is competing against for aziraphale)

Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to hide outside your door (i will always be there but i will not always be present, i can't talk to you about my feelings because of this little ball in my chest that tells me you will never love me back, so I'll hide and avoid my feelings whilst doing everything i can for you and outwardly loving you)

i am sobbing /hj

[khepiari]

LawLu: “Luffy a semi-literate understood words of a Hozier song, the moment his eyes fell on Law” Songfic edition

“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

Get closer to me.”

Luffy a semi-literate understood these words the moment his eyes fell on Law.

Updated: 10 April 2023.

Now I have written a fic