#hozier anon

[forestshadow-wolf]

I made three options (this took so much restraint) and I tried to make them interesting

In a week Ghost POV

Take me to church Soap POV

Blood upon the snow 141 ensamble

:)

I'm currently working on an In A Week fic for ypu anon I'd LOVE to also do one for the other two songs but I'm afraid that that would extend the already long wait time 😔

[octopiys]

I met the lady with the doll!! She kept her promise to squeeze by and right back out again, and she was so sweet about it. I do hope whoever has it now is being careful with hozier’s central nervous system lol

That's so funny omg it's so cool that you got to meet her! I wish I coulda seen it up close but like I said, nosebleeds of the nosebleeds lol

[eoieopda]

Hi, I'm the anon who talked about hozier a while ago!!!! And, I need your opinions!

Also, because I know you're Korean, but you don't speak Korean, want to talk about butchered tongue? Do you feel that something is missing from you, or are there any feelings reminiscent when you hear the language?! (if it's too personal, you can just ignore the question)

happy hozierdays to you and yours, anon ✨

so, i listened to butchered tongue on my way to work this morning (big miss steak bc i ended up crying… i didn’t know what was coming, lol).

i didn’t actually think of my adoption/extraction until i saw your message. the answer is “yes” to the feeling like something’s missing question, but the song didn’t resonate with me for that reason, i don’t think?

to me, it sounded like he was discussing the erasure of indigenous cultures when colonizers swoop in. for example, the names of places/streets still bearing names from their respective indigenous languages, but nobody in the area being able to speak them properly, understand their meanings, etc. because the people those words belong to have been silenced/erased/pushed out/etc.

i sort of relate because my name is korean and never pronounced correctly (because i’m not surrounded by my people), but idk. that’s as close as i get to this one, i think.

[yourtamaki]

Hozier anon, I need more about virgin Zoro please, I crave it like the sun

anything for you beloved <3

before he met you, zoro had a practically non-existant sex drive. none of his masculinity is tied up in how many people he can get in his bed and why would it be? his identity starts and ends with the swords strapped to his waist. they’re all he needs.

and then, there’s you.

he has no fucking clue what to do with you and your sudden presence in his life. you and your smiles and your quiet patience with him. but zoro isn’t one to turn and flee from the unknown. so when you invite him back to your room one night he follows, spine straight and steps sure.

and yet all the confidence he’s wrapped himself up in does nothing to guide him when he’s knelt on the bed between your spread legs, staring openly at where you’re wet and aching. for him.

zoro grits his teeth, a thousand questions trapped behind them. what he should do and how he should touch you and fuck, what did he do to get you like this already?

“show me,” he finally settles on and zoro waits until your eyes meet before he says, “show me how you like it. show me how you want me to fuck you.”

because when zoro commits himself to learning something, he’ll only obey the best and nobody knows your body better than you do. he’ll listen to every word you say, watch you rub your pretty clit and stretch yourself open for him all so that one day, he can fuck you dumb without you having to lift a finger for your pleasure.

[akajustmerry]

the way white women talk about hozier reminds me of how white people talk about miyazaki movies — like they’re brainless cottagecore fluff rather than deliberate commentary on war and colonialism and grief

exactly. they refuse to engage with these works beyond fetishising the aesthetics. So much of Hozier's work is about the violence of British colonialism and influenced by Black American music traditions, and these fans refuse to see that. Mitski gets treated the same too 🫠

[hoziergifsdaily]

HOZIER — Interview | Global Citizen Prize (2020) [1/5] requested by anonymous

[secret-smut-sideblog]

I desperately need more dom gale

Plssssss

ok since you asked so niceys 💕

this is a chapter of child of dawn that I ended up deleting, now just smut!!!

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Nose to the Grindstone

18+ yearning, urgent sex, dom/sub, restraint, oral (f!), face riding, fingering (f!), Gale being a freak (same), fucking in the dirttt

Masterlist

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Staying back at camp was a blessing if it was with her. Send everyone away, as far as he was concerned.

Aurum had been talked into resting for a few days, all of their companions voicing their concerns on how far she was pushing herself.

They had occupied themselves with small domestic tasks and the occasional nap between, laying in her tent together. It was heavenly. Body tingling with joy when she would settle into him, both tangled in warm limbs and veiled midday sun.

And, naturally, food. He would prepare small meals for them, learning more of her tastes through how voraciously she would eat.

Sitting on a log, she hummed happily around her mouthful. Legs bouncing in a little excited dance. His hands clenching into the bark to keep from closing the distance to kiss her.

"Gods, that was good." She sighed, setting aside her clean plate. Fingers smeared with sauce, heading towards her mouth.

Before his mind could speak to his body, he moved forward. Taking her hand by wrist, opening his lips. Tongue pulling her fingers.

He licked them clean slowly, lost in his task. Swirling each digit with care, lips pulling up off of them with a pop.

Only then did he catch up to his own actions, eyes darting up to hers. Cheeks heating in bone deep embarrassment. Considering picking a direction and just starting to walk. Never to be seen again.

Her eyes met his not in shock or disgust but half lidded, pupils blown. Her glowing chest heaving. A heat of entirely different means rising to her cheeks.

Her lightly parted lips did not scold him, and yet he needed to apologize. Pulling away quickly.

"Oh Gods I'm so sorry. I don't kn-"

Her retreating hand shot out, catching his wrist. Pulling him hard to her. Lips sliding into his with a smothered whimper of need.

His eyes rose into his head, lust taking command of his mind. Swimming with heat and haze. Her body pulling over his, pushing him back into a seat on the log. Thick thighs straddling around him.

He kissed her as ravenous as he felt, arms sliding up her thighs. Gripping two handfuls of her ass, forearms pushing into her lambs ear skin.

She mewled, arching her back. Rising onto knees, fully flush with him. Her twisting and pushing against him forcing a low moan out of his throat. Muffled against her need slick mouth, pulsing heaven into him.

A bow he hadn't even realized had been pulled so taut cracked the air inside him. Pulling her silken hair up in an angry handful, grabbing the hold of her hip and flipping her face down onto stomach. Their bodies sliding to the ground.

Her ass arched up into his hips, robe naturally pooling up around her waist. Hands bracing her with curled fingers next to her head. The heat coming off of her center making him delirious.

Pushing a hand down her back, he stared down in lustful wonder. The spread of her ass curving into waist was hypnotic, his wide hand pushing along her olive skin an unbelievable sight.

"Fuck," He breathed, leaning back to take her ass in his greedy hands again, the pull magnetic. Massaging the globes of flesh as his face met her center. Nose rubbing circles into her underclothes, breathing a deep pull of her sweet musk. The scent rising to the back of his skull, pushing a throb from his already straining cock.

Her hips pushed back in impatient thrusts, but he only braced their pushing with his forearms. No, he wasn't going to be rushed. He had waited far too long for her to not savor this.

His nose pushed teasing figure eights into the fabric. Pulling her hips higher to give him more access, his knee pushing her legs wider in two strikes.

She slid her legs out with a small shake of need, ass curling up obediently. Breathing out a little imploring whine.

"Patience, I won't leave you cold." He smiled, kissing down her back as he pulled back to the core of her. Where his learned mouth was meant to be seated. Pulling her underclothes to her knees in the same motion.

"By the Weave," He breathed, taking in the full sight of her. Mind addled with bristling lust again.

With one hand pushing her ass, the other circling around her thigh, palm sliding down to brace her lower belly, he dove on her cunt.

Her little tremors shook against his flat hand. Voice calling out in soft cries, sweet birdcall. He sild his hand further toward his mouth, already seeking to feel those little shakes again.

Tongue curling in slow laps against her clit, his hips rocked mindlessly into the ground. Surely ruining his trousers but he was far beyond caring. Only the taste of her cunt and the slick pulsing out, all for his seeking tongue, all that mattered. Tongue pulling it back into his mouth to swallow with a low groan.

The fingers sat just cresting above his mouth feeling every micro movement, every shake and pulse from her center.

He experimented with pulls and shapes of his tongue, the force of his lips. When he suctioned down around her clit, pulling his tongue in a slurping hollow wave, she shuddered hard. Chest pushing down into the dirt, a gasping moan pulling from deep in her throat.

His success spurning him on, he flipped onto back to get a better angle. Both arms hooking around her hips and pulling down. Hard.

Her belly rose as he latched back on, crying out on hands and knees. Hips trying to rise away, but he locked his arms around her, pulling back down to be flush with his hungry mouth. No, he was not quite ready to give up his meal.

Pulsing his tongue fast in that rewarding hollow wave, he suckled into a frenzy. Mouth emitting lewd popping and slurping sounds, mingling with the little keening whines and gasps that she graced him with. His hips bucking up entirely out of his control, belly wet with precum.

Releasing one hip, he pushed two fingers inside her in a curl. Other arm having to take up full strength as she squirmed up, pulling his mouth free of its desire.

"Down," He commanded sternly. Forearm barring across her hips, yanking her back to her seat.

"I'm going to suffocate you." She gasped out in protest.

Gods, he hoped so.

To reinforce his point, he thrusted his fingers in hard arches. Rubbing in pulses against that ribbed wall along her front. Mouth encircling her engorged clit again in fast twists of his tongue.

She moaned out two indignant cries before submitting, grinding down on his face. Pushing back onto knees, gripping his thighs behind her for support. Eliciting a snarl of approval from him.

He dug his heels in, the force of her hands spurning him to delirium. Fingers and mouth a dual, unrelenting force. Watching her from this new angle, the jut of her hip bones as she arched, the underside of her breasts and jaw. Thighs encircling his head, Gods he would die a happy man if she did smother him.

"Gale- please, slow down," She begged out between gasping breaths, the trembling of her hips telltale. "I'm - ugh fuck!" She cried out as he added another finger, buckling back forward. Catching herself on her belly.

He had no intention of slowing, slapping her ass in demand. Her little begging mewl of his name as she buried her face in the dirt sending him over.

He came up his belly, her cunt muffling his cry. Cock twitching hard as wrenching pleasure shot from his pelvis. Hips thrusting in fast pulses with the waves of euphoric heat. Rushing out in vicious contractions.

Her wide eyes stared down in shock at his release, then clenched shut hard. Head falling forward into a curl, face knitted in near pain. Hand clawing at the dirt, fast begging cries caught in her clenched shut jaw.

"Yes, yes," He urged against her, pulling back far enough to get a much needed breath. Latching on again and pulling with popping twists of his tongue.

Cursing out in Elvish she broke apart above him, a wave of velvet slick pushing out below his mouth. Opening his hold to lap up her cum greedily as it clenched out of her. So warm and thick like honey against his tongue. Panting out breaths as he gathered it into his mouth.

She was writhing in weak pulses, her orgasm leaving her boneless and fluid. Eventually, she had to push his head away as he lapped, desperate to get every last drop of her cum.

"Gale, baby, you're killing me." She laughed, fingers looping in his hair to pull.

"Sorry, my love." He gasped, his own laugh on the edges of his words. "I'm far too eager. Please tell me you'll let me do that again?"

He rose over her back, pulling on her hips to get her to fall back on him. Both of them splayed face up on the ground. A canopy of trees and sky blinking away between their fluttering eyes.

"I think I might actually die if you don't." She gasped, star struck. Ribcage heaving against his chest.

She paused then. "Did you just call me 'my love'?"

"Ah, you're imagining things. Read nothing into that."

"Uh-huh. I'll also read nothing into how you drank my cum like wine."

His breath caught then slid into a laugh, mushing his hand into her face playfully.

"Shush. Let me rest, woman."

She gasped in mock affront, then opened her mouth and pulled two of his fingers inside her. Tongue lapping against the pads.

He moaned, cock stirring again.

"Let's see how you like it." She laughed.

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[lifemod17]

too shy to come off anon rn but the video in question is by crooked.teeth.hozi and they posted it on february 9th of this year

hope this helps :)

I couldn't find that one, maybe OP took it down or something HOWEVER I do have this and I think it's just as nice 😌

Source: tiktok.com

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

One thing that I personally find super frustrating about Taylor Swift is the way she plays into the myth of the "lone genius" artist. Without collaboration, nothing gets done; or, if it does, it's typically of low or inconsistent quality. And this is true in pretty much ANY field or discipline you can think of: scientific research, advocacy work, etc. The fact that Taylor considers herself above that and persists in selling the myth of her "lone genius" to fans honestly feels malevolent and arrogant to me.

It's truly ridiculous, at the end of the day, that people call her a "poet" and "genius songwriter" for doing everything on her own. I think it really showcases how little she understands when it comes to poetry as an art form. Most legendary writers and poets have multiple people look over their work and go through many stages of the editing process. One of the purposes of art is to communicate, and it's honestly hard to tell sometimes if what you've written has meaning and communicates well outside of your own brain. Peer review is ESSENTIAL for writers.

I think it's also very telling that she considers herself a legendary poet and actively plays into that mythology by circulating the fact that she's distantly related to Emily Dickinson. As someone who has loved and studied literature for many years, I can honestly say that Taylor Swift's closest comparative when it comes to writing is Rupi Kaur. Pinterest poetry, and nothing more. And she has the arrogance to compare herself to one of the most important poets in American literary canon!

I'm reminded of something I heard Hozier say a little while back (I'm forgetting now which interview) about people praising his lyricism as poetry. He essentially called those claims an insult to poetry, stating that there are structural rules in music (rhyme scheme, beat, etc.) that he adheres to that poets don't have to, and that poets can be much more experimental and revolutionary in form (at least when it comes to the written word vs. the sung word). Only someone who genuinely loves poetry would say something like this; plus, it shows that he thinks about the different impacts that form can have on art the messages it communicates. And this, coming from one of the best singer/songwriters currently working!

TS and Hozier aren't writing in the same genre, but I do think it's interesting to compare them as artists in their respective approaches to lyricism. When it comes to Taylor, I think she cares more about the aesthetic of poetry as an art form than the actual art itself. Her writing doesn't actively interact with the literary canon that inspired it, like Hozier's does (or other great lyricists, like Kendrick/Florence/Mitski/Elton). Her writing feels very hollow and devoid of meaning to me.

i just want to say your ask and analysis was so well written 😭 thank you for sending this in!

Completely agree that Swift's solo songwriting genius is a myth. Only 2/16 songs from TTPD were solely credited to her...which means 12.5% of the album is solely her own writing. That is not a songwriting genius. That's just a songwriter. She already knows her fans are completely sold and convinced on her songwriting genius so of course she would drag out her ancestry.com results and up-play her relation to Emily Dickinson to help sell the aesthetic of the album. Everything for her is another marketing strategy. She has no respect for poetry, let alone writing as a craft itself. If you view her behavior through the lens of another writer, it's absolutely abhorrent, but if you view it through the lens of another capitalist, it's absolute genius.

I love your Hozier comparison because Hozier is only 4 months younger than Taylor yet the quality of their lyricism are oceans apart. Hozier has proven himself to be a talented writer time and time again throughout the course of his career, and the best songwriters often know and understand the power of other writing mediums. (BTW I know what Hozier interview you’re talking about! Here it is :))

What makes a great writer is knowing the canon, and knowing other writing mediums very well. It's why the greatest songwriters incorporate canon not only of their own genre and medium but of other texts as well (I'm biased because I listened to Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights today and I know its an adaptation but still its relevant here). Intextuality is the foundation of a great work, and Taylor's work has none.

As the other anon(s) have pointed out, Taylor no longer makes music as art. She makes music for money. I don't think any artist who likes what they do or cares about what they produce would put out an album like that, with lyrics like that, and its content. At least Rupi Kaur's writing impacted poetry in bringing it into the mainstream; I don't exactly understand what ttpd could offer as a text or in pop culture.

TLDR: hozier makes music for people who eat it from the back and then handfeed you grapes afterwards. taylor swift makes music for white girls entering their first day of 7th grade send tweet

[carmen-berzattos]

Y'all. I'm just gonna say that Hozier at Red Rocks is an out of this world experience. He's just incredible. He sounded amazing. The acoustic were out of this world. And he was so sweet! He kept pausing between songs to say something along the lines of "holy shit this place is beautiful". At some point he pointed to one of the rock formations in the ampitheater and went "whose hands scultped this?" One of my favorite moments was when he said that he has moments where he cannot believe that this is his life, this is one of them. And he said that if he looked straight ahead and took in a full image of the crowd, it gets really overwhelming and distracting. He seemed so happy and excited to be there and I was so endeared the whole time I love him SO much and I cannot wait for night #2 tonight!!

[quillaffinity]

would you ever consider a webweave for nana? whatever comes to ur mind first… 02nana or nana ren or just nana herself….. thank u for ur hard work!!!!

oh, to be yours (Nana Web Weave)

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hey...i really loved you,

you know? i never said it but it still counts, right?

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Nana was written and illustrated by Yazawa Ai

nana / michelle k. / nana / haruki murakami / richard siken / nana / nana / mary oliver / the crane wives, "never love an anchor" / nana / alejandra pizarnik / sappho (trans. chris childers) / hozier, "francesca" / nana / jeanette winterson / taylor swift, "you're losing me" / girlhouse, "dontstop" / nana / nana

p.s - sorry for the late delivery on your request! my master's course are really packing a punch, plus i'm working on a very wonderful zine with even more wonderful folxs - still, i hope you like it anon!

[octopiys]

Hozier anon again, I’m so happy for you (and me, and every other long-skirted queer woman in the crowd)!! They played all your songs!! I was in the pit and god that shit was magical. I was transfixed

Hozier anon yay!!!! damn called me OUT on that description there but I sobbed on three separate occasions and I think hearing take me to church live was a spiritual ascension I'm being so fr. Also DUDE pit seats are crazy I had a few friends who had pit seats and their pictures were insane. I laughed so hard when he was reading off one of the signs like "someone's sign here says Mr Hozier you owe me money..... good luck with that one" and the little doll too that was so cute oh my God I'm talking too much about it but I don't think that's something I'll ever forget!!! Love you hozier anon hope you're having a wonderful time!!

[sapphicherri]

you literally run a wlw nsft blog where you talk about fingering women and still the hozier post is the most lesbian thing you've said

this is by far the funniest ask i have ever gotten on here pls😭

me and hozier are like this fr 🤞🏻

[mochinomnoms]

She wants me (to be loved) by the happy fits fits so well for ptm jade

🦩

(I figured out how to add songs lmao)

AAAAA you're so right!!! This fits Jade so well!!! I love it very much, I like this line especially:

"I can't stop feeling, I want her love/But all my dreaming is not enough"

I think it fit very well with how conflicted Jade is with wanting to confess and dreaming of one thing, knowing that it's not reality.

[screamingcrows]

What if Dottore switches his mask out with one if his segments /Omega, for example/ to see how his s/o would react to him like that. Would they know it's really him? Would they make inside jokes only they and Omega would know? Would they still give him little kisses? 💋💋💋

-Dick piercing anon

Below is obviously just my take;

Prime might've had to use Omega's mask (dead giveaway if he tries Webtoon Dottore's, he's too old for that, sorry Prime) BUT, he might expect you to be a little confused, and if you hadn't spent as much time with him as you had, maybe you would be put off. Only problem is, Dottore forgot to shave that morning, he has obvious scruff. Omega wouldn't have that. (also firm believer that his s/o would be able to tell the segments apart- I also support kinda old and tired looking Prime which isn't the vibe Omega has)

Maybe you decide to mess with him and pretend you think it's Omega, make nonsensical comments and wait for his reaction like it's an inside joke, leaving him quite perplexed because why would you say that? Even funnier if you start complaining to him about Prime, "oh he's been awful lately, incoherent half the time and annoyed the other- if only you could deactivate him" while giving him a kiss on the cheek. You'd have a grumpy man on your hands afterwards, but sometimes you just can't help but push his buttons a little. Of course you'll be making it up to him later, aaand it might sprout the awkward "do you love that version of me more? am I not x enough?"

I can't really imagine Dottore knowingly trying to deceive an s/o about something like this, so if it happened there probably would be a reason unrelated to you as to why he's wearing a different mask.

[hoziergifsdaily]

Andrew Hozier-Byrne + beekeeping (1/2) requested by anonymous