#Through Me (The Flood)

[laststandx3]

#all the other singles made it to the album but the flood #hozier #unreal unearth #through me the flood #eat your young #icarrion #de selby #francesca #all things end

[abjectapathy]

Hozier: "picture a man"

my brain immediately:

#hozier #through me the flood

[snazzystarlight]

This song is gorgeous! This is “Through Me (The Flood)” by Hozier as I see it because of synesthesia!  

#through me the flood #hozier #art #my art #synesthesia

[zanahoriabaila]

One thing I can't get over now that I'm listening to Hozier (yet again) is how unafraid he is of letting the metaphor develop for as many lines as necessary, not worrying about whether the listener lost the careful weave of the thread in the exultant listening of music. And then you are left trying to explain why you are crying, because it's not that last line, but the whole picture it took a hammer to.

#hozier #first time #through me the flood

[marstyler42]

All Hozier songs fit on a triangle graph. One point is "I am so full of existential dread". One point is "I am so horny for you". The last one is "I need to do drugs as soon as possible".

#hozier #existential dread: son of nyx #through me the flood #drugs: angel of small death and the codeine scene #horny: work song #obviously take me to church #on the existential-horny line: #in a week #on the horny-drugs line: #dinner and diatribes #on the drugs-existential line: oddly it will come back #i might make this graph with every single hozier song #but what about- yes. its on here. #drugs is also sometimes based on vibes or descriptions #and sex kind of counts as a drug here #thanks for coming to my ted talk

[starssighting]

Interview with the vampire, After Phantoms of Your Former Self / Hozier, Through Me (The Flood)

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #hozier #quotes #parallels #about the eternity of loneliness #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #Sam Reid #Jacob Anderson #through me the flood #I wanted to do this parallel since the first ti #time I listened to this song #original p.

[mandalorian-chiara]

Omg I just remembered when me and my sister were showing our mum Hozier songs and I told her she should listen to Through me (the Flood)

and my mum misundertood (understandably so) and typed into Spotify ‘Threw me the flood’ (safe to say she was confused at the title lol)

I cackled because all I can pitcure is someone throwing a flood at another person

#hozier #through me the flood #spotify #unreal unearth #ik the song isn’t part of the album but idc it should have been

[claar-bookdragonwitch]

#quotes #song lyrics #hozier #through me the flood #do lyrics count as shitty poetry? #because if they do yay and fu

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby trope Simon Riley / female reader

You’re startled.

He can tell just by the way your eyes pinch at the corners, your shoulders high and tight beneath your ears. You’re flustered, you’re stressed, rubbing small circles on the baby’s back, playing with the hem of the their hat.

Your discomfort, the unease radiating from your frame, combined with the saw blade currently buzzing through his brain, nearly makes him dizzy.

Still, even in this moment, you leave him breathless. He feels the same itch, the same swell of emotion as he looks at you, drinking every single detail in like a starved man.

He tries, and tries to make the connection.

I didn’t know how to contact you.

What does that mean?

It feels monumental, feels like there’s a black hole opening in his stomach, sucking his heart out into the universe to be obliterated.

It’s just there on the cusp, teetering on the edge.

I didn’t know how to contact you.

“I’m uh,” the baby’s tiny arm flings out a little fist towards your chest, and slide your finger into their grip, smoothing your thumb across, what he imagines, is very soft skin. “Do you have a minute?”

He nods wordlessly.

The cafe is quiet.

Simon can’t see the baby’s face. They have your complexion, your hair… but he doesn’t know what they look like. Not really. He doesn’t even know if they’re a boy or a girl.

He doesn’t know anything, and inside this out of control situation, he yearns for it. The plan. The knowledge, the ability to plot and counter plot the next move.

This… instability, this lingering question in the air-

fills him with fear.

An earl grey sits in front of you, spiraled steam curling in the air across the table, where you’re rocking a little bit, side to side, swaying like a sailor.

You worry your lip between your teeth. "I know this is kind of... a shock." He blinks. "I tried to find you, I scoured social media, I went back to the to the pub and asked if anyone knew you, I had them look through all their credit receipts from that night, but... everything was a dead end. It was like you were a ghost." His lips twitch.

"Why?" He thinks he knows, thinks he understands now, but he needs to hear you say it, needs to watch your lips form the words. You stare down at the table before taking a long, deep breath, placing your hand protectively against the back of the baby's head.

"This is your son, Simon."

And there it is.

He's a dad. There's a tiny life, a tiny piece of him, in this world now.

He's a father. A father, to a son, just like his brother was. A father, to a son, like his own father was, and his father before that. A vicious, endless cycle. One his brother vowed to break, and did.

One that terrifies Simon now.

The first words out of his mouth are unintentional, and cruel. "Are you sure?" He winces as soon as it splays out in the silence, and you wilt into a shade of embarrassment.

"I uh, yeah. I'm sure. The pill isn't foolproof and we weren't exactly... careful. I... um... there's no one else." You grimace, averting your eyes, and his stomach clenches.

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." You wave it off, keeping him at arms length. You keep your gaze down, and he curses himself. Making a mess of it already.

He's very good at compartmentalizing. It comes with the job, always has, but in this moment, he's struggling to stopgap the flow of consciousness that seems to be melding together by the minute. Worry, panic, fear all roar at the forefront, but beneath them, buried by mountains of darkness- shines something unexpected.

Happiness. Hope.

A baby.

Something possessive thrums inside him, beats in the veins of his heart. It's reverent, identical to way he felt the first night he met you, the night the two of you made him. Together.

You had his baby. You did. The girl who was everything. The sweet girl who took him like you were made for him.

No matter what happens, no matter where you go, he'll always be the man who gave you a baby. Who gave you his son.

It's sick, how pleased he feels. How satisfied. Something long buried in the genetics of human beings, now rearing its head inside his own.

You were everything, and now- you always will be.

His throat is suddenly very tight, nose stinging with effort to allay his emotions. "What's his name?"

"Orion." You smile, timidly, but tears shine in your eyes. "I really like stars. I used to tell him all about the constellations when I was pregnant. I call him Ry for short." Orion.

"I like it." He tells you gently, and you smile again, more confident.

"I'm glad." He studies you. You're beautiful, possibly even more so now, but there's a thread of exhaustion pulling across your face, like you haven't slept in a year.

A new realization settles in his bones like a chill, and his stomach pitches. He thinks he might sick.

You said there's been no one else, so you've been alone? Did you do this on your own? Do you have family, friends? Anyone to help you?

He's no fool. He watched Beth go through it all, struggle through it all, even when she had support.

And he was the asshole that walked out of your life that morning, not caring for the consequences. Not caring for you.

He missed it. He missed all of it.

"I'm sorry I left that morning without... saying anything. I'm sorry I wasn't here. I'd take it back if I could." Your lips part in surprise, and then you nod.

"I- thank you." The baby fusses, tiny cry sounding from your chest, and you fidget with the carrier, pulling him free. "Do you want to hold him?"

Orion fits against his chest perfectly. It's like he was always meant to be there, nestled on top of his forearm, staring up at his dad. Simon is painfully and hyper aware of the little activity in the cafe, the people coming and going, but it does nothing to stop the tears that wet his cheeks.

"You're a natural." You whisper from your new seat next to him, hand smoothing over the back of the baby's head. "I knew he had your eyes, I remembered them so clearly. When he was born, it felt like I was looking into them all over again."

There are a million things he needs to say, to explain, and a million questions he needs to ask. Already the clock is ticking down to the time that he'll need to report on base. Already, the curtain is closing on this tiny piece of heaven he's found himself inside. He needs to tell you, have a frank conversation with you about his job, his life, everything.

But when he looks down at Orion, slowly falling asleep in his arms, and then looks up at you, he decides everything can wait.

The world looks different now, and he's never been more grateful-

and terrified.

#peaches writes #through me (the flood) anthology #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader

[shesnake]

24 hour time loops: not long enough to create or undo anything permanent, crazy-making but often still funny

365 day time loops: the most fucked up shit you could possibly imagine

#the lazarus project #every time I go to rewatch tlp I get stuck on ep 3 because. yeah. but I am pushing through!!!! #much like Janet did one could say (sorry) #disabling reblog because you guys are just independently arriving at ideas for messed up pregnancy scenarios #which is is what this post was originally about - because this post was about the lazarus project and this very thing just not as outright #and it's great to see people get so creative coming up with this stuff independently but also it's just unoriginal and therefore annoying #to me as the person whose notes are being flooded. love and light ❤️

[thora-jane]

EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS MAN IS ALMOST DOUBLING HIS SONG LIBRARY WITH THIS NEXT ALBUM WHAT THE HELL ANDREW

#That’s why it was taking so long lol #thora's late night thoughts #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier music #hozier meme #eat your young #eat your young ep #all things end #through me (the flood) #unreal unearth #swan upon leda

[venusiannights]

Hozier in eat your young (ep)

#hozier #the hoziest #eat your young #all things end #through me (the flood)

[logicallyserial]

happy birthday hozier and happy birthday to the song that changed/ruined/saved my life

#hozier #hozier fanart #through me (the flood)

[the-merry-otter]

Hozier really just went “so what if I took a few pieces of pure, unfiltered human emotion and then blasted it at everyone in song format” AND IM NOT COMPLAINING

#hozier #eat your young #all things end #through me (the flood) #I’m going fucking FERAL here #if the whole album is like this I don’t know how I’m gonna C O P E

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

How do you not get flooded with pictures of the sky and all of its colours

Everyone should send you pictures of the sky

oooh I agree tbh and thank you!! those are such lovely pictures of the sky!!! it truly is beautiful

in fact, here’s one of my pictures of the sky because holy fucking shit this was a marvelous sunset

#now that I think about it- why don’t people flood my inbox with sky pictures?? #i’d absolutely love that #and if it helps y’all can just think of it as payback for me reblogging that color of the shrek post :) #make my inbox so annoyingly and wonderfully full of sky pictures and i’ll have to scroll through them allllll #also fun fact- this sunset looked better in photos than it did irl?!? #like howwwww #the hellsite answers #ask #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit #color of the sky #sunset #colour of the sky #sky #sunset photos #photos #photography #sky photos

[itseivwhore]

Totally normal indeed

#hozier #hozier album #eat your young #through me (the flood) #all things end #andrew hozier byrne #this is so special and precious to me I just want to lay in my bed and blast those three songS UNTIL I JSJSJS #my post