crow in teapot

everything ive written or whatever is tagged #crow / hozier / pjo / dnp / narnia / is a lot of what im reblogging here rn

[happyk44]

"Despite this committed involvement, pup mortality is high, with researchers citing that only 30% survive their first year of life." Cool, so my headcanon that many kids die during training in the Wolf House is accurate.

[happyk44]

Hazel having a very intense derealization episode. It kills her appetite (the food isn't real), it makes her unbelieving of danger (it's not real), it makes her hesitant to interact with others (they're all fake). She doesn't like how off the world looks. Like glass. So fragile, warping reflections in the sun. She wants to sleep until everything goes back to normal and when that doesn't work, she just wants to sleep. Forever and ever and ever and ever.

Nico coming in to pick up the slack. He cleans up for her, takes care of her. She stares at him. He's her brother but he's not real. But he pulls her into the shower and gently scrubs her clean and washes her hair, concentrating hard as he does up new braids for her best he can. Cooks for her. Feeds her, even though everything tastes flat and dull in her mouth. Makes her walk around the garden with him. The sun feels wrong and strange, too hot and too cold at the same time, distorted where it sits in the painting-like sky.

He holds her hand the whole time.

None of its real and all of its pointless. She's in a dream. This isn't how it works. Eventually she'll wake up in her cold bed with her thin sheets and her mother talking to herself in the other room.

What's the sense in getting attached to any of this?

("You're not real," she says. "This is just a dream."

"Nonetheless, I love you," he responds.

She never knows what to say to that.)

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

15 minutes after Nico screams into the void upon first seeing Percy Jackson at Camp Jupiter, he goes to Reyna and slams down “50 bucks the new kid wipes everyone out at war games”

[diangelart]

“He’d grown up in a time and place where people like him …well, they just didn’t have love songs.”

I wanted my first post to be maybe my favorite Nico piece ever… the forlorn boy at the Westover Hall dance.

[darkacademiaarchivist]

doomscrolling through the Deutsche Bahn App

[tankhall]

In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.

I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.

Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.

[theoptia]

Gaston Bachelard, from The Poetics of Space

[immuno-deactivated20240319]

it’s because you’re always in that damn hole that resembles the grave but isn’t

[drops-of-universe]

poetry fans be like i love that poem it made me feel fucking awful & horrible & scared

[pmamtraveller]

Yevgeny Charushin, Snow Leopard

[royalsdnp]

@chronicintrovert dnp mentioned you today on their patreon section of the podcast!!

[chronicintrovert]

this is so lovely omg!! had no idea they would want to open it on the pod, i was happy we were even able to send it to them at all!! i hope they enjoy the book and/or the series if they decide to check out any more of either 🥹

[pmamtraveller]

Riga, Latvia

[gailynovelry]

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

[yodaprod]

Jodie Foster skateboarding at the Trocadéro during the filming of Moi, fleur bleue (1977)

[tankhall]

i know what you did

[cryptidstealingyourcreditcard]

every single greek mythology reference that i could find in hozier’s songs:

first time- “and the first time that you kissed me / i drank dry the river lethe”, referencing lethe, the river of forgetting, one of the five major rivers of the underworld

i, carrion (icarian)- the entire damn song references icarus and his fall from the sky

son of nyx- there are no lyrics, but the title itself references nyx, the greek goddess of night and darkness

swan upon leda- the title references the story of zeus turning into a swan and forcing himself upon leda, a mortal woman

movement- “you’re atlas in his sleeping”, referencing the titan atlas who holds up the sky

talk- “i’d be the voice that urged orpheus when her body was found / id be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground / id be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around / and id be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice”, referencing the story of orpheus and eurydice

sunlight- “know that i would gladly be / the icarus to your certainty”, “strap the wing to me / death trap clad happily / with wax melted i need to see”, again referencing icarus

[kosmogrl]