i died for a long period of time!!!!! and finally! iâm 100% back i just canât believe wayward son is coming this yearÂ
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@basiltonsnowpitch
i died for a long period of time!!!!! and finally! iâm 100% back i just canât believe wayward son is coming this yearÂ
guess what!Â
my birthday was yesterday and i turned 18!!!!!! and im now friends :) with the simon lookalike at my college :)))))
RULES: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.
tagged by @davys-dead (thank you!!!)
AIR: i have small hands âą i love the night sky âą i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by âą i drink herbal tea âą i wake to see dawn âą the smell of dust is comforting âą iâm valued for being wise âą i prefer books to music âą i meditate âą i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
FIRE: i donât have straight hair âą i like to wear ripped jeans âą i play an organized sport âą i love dogs âą i am not afraid of adventure âą i love to talk to strangers âą i always try new foods âą i enjoy road trips âą summer is my favorite season âą my radio is always playing
WATER: i wear bracelets on my wrists âą i love the bustle of the city âą i have more than one set of piercings âą i read poetry âą i love the sound of a thunderstorm âą i want to travel the world âą i sleep past midday most days âą i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs âą i rewatch kidsâ shows out of nostalgia âą i see emotions in colors not words
AETHER: i go without makeup in my daily life ⹠i make my own artwork ⹠i keep on track of my tasks and time ⹠i always know true north ⹠i see beauty in everything  ⹠i can always smell flowers ⹠i smile at everyone i pass by ⹠i always fear history repeating itself ⹠i have recovered from a mental disorder ⹠i can love unconditionally
EARTH: i wear glasses/contacts âą i enjoy doing the laundry âą i am a vegetarian âą i have an excellent sense of time âą my humor is very cheerful âąi am a valued adviser to my friends âą i believe in true love âą i love the chill of mountain air âą iâm always listening to music âą i am highly trusted by the people in my life
i tag: @obsessedwithsnow @tyrannussnow @disturbedbaz @simonsaysjeans @pastel-baz @sourcherrysnowflake @smolsandiesnow @get-lostsquidward
beware of numpties~
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41yISHirh64)
finally got the guts to post this. Carry On trash on full view today. please enjoy this original song âTo Simonâ
For those of yâall who havenât seen this yet, I wrote a song from Bazâs perspective âto Simonâ
simon and baz: *bickering*Â
simon: i want a divorce!Â
baz: weâre not even married!Â
simon: and whose fault is that?!
the carry on fandom is so soft??? so supportive??? like everyone on here is just a complete ray of sunshine yet ive almost never interacted with anyone??????????? how do i make friends ?? am i unapproachable ?? i feel so left out
Pssssssssst be my friend
wont have to say it twice weâre friends now
the carry on fandom is so soft??? so supportive??? like everyone on here is just a complete ray of sunshine yet ive almost never interacted with anyone??????????? how do i make friends ?? am i unapproachable ?? i feel so left out
i see all these carry on blogs that i So Desperately want to be friends with but itâs like theyâre the cool popular group of friends and iâm the shy idiot who wants to join them. so sad
really
Just wanna say a quick thank you for clearing things up and Iâm happy to see you will be trying to become friends with him before posting anything. Makes me feel alot more comfortable about the situation. Good luck on talking to him and I hope you two can actually become friends!
no problem, i shouldâve made it clear since the beginning! so thank you for allowing me to do and avoid any further misunderstandings!
Hey, donât wanna be a party pooper or anything but you do realize how creepy it is to try and take a picture of some guy you donât know and then post it online because they look like a fictional character, right? It feels just like a major invasion of privacy and while I donât think anything too bad can come out of it I guess, itâs just not a good thing? Maybe at least try and talk to the guy or something and become friends with him before you post his face all over your tumblr.
hello!!Â
you are NOT being a party pooper! although i do have proper common sense which is why i did specify iâd talk to him first before anything else and my plan was to actually befriend him first and foremost! which is why i did put it in the tags :)
2. i will NOT take a sneaky picture of him and if anything the only thing i would've shared would've been a picture from his instagram account if IT WAS PUBLIC because it would be out there for everyone to see without any restrictions as opposite to a private account.Â
though i did say i took a video of him from the back /but that was for my friend who is in the same course as me on a brief snapchat and only for her to see and i donât consider it as an invasion of privacy. thereâs also a reason i didnât attach the video to the post :)
maybe this wasn't clear enough on my op so itâs out here for everybody to see :)Â
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
as i was mindlessly going into my lecture hall, my radar suddenly went off and i fucking spotted SIMON SNOW. this is not a joke.
fluffy curly bronze/blond hair
the freckles
the thin nose
the blue eyes
he was wearing jeans and a sweater
SITTING IN THE FRONTÂ
heâs either english/irish BUT STILL
simon snow goes to my university. we have 2 common courses and i keep staring at him during those i took 0 notes. how do i approach????? i seriously need helpÂ
i also want to add:
YâALL ASKINGÂ FOR PICTURES.
iâm crazy so i had to show my friends and take a video of his back, and also because iâm crazier, i will SOMEDAY get a picture. (with his consent)
i take this as a very serious mission starting from monday, I WILL BE UPDATING THIS POST.
(and i will try to let him know he looks like simon snow if i ever have the courage to even open my mouth in front of him)
before reading further please check this :) :Â https://basiltonsnowpitch.tumblr.com/post/178115737515/hey-dont-wanna-be-a-party-pooper-or-anything-but
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
as i was mindlessly going into my lecture hall, my radar suddenly went off and i fucking spotted SIMON SNOW. this is not a joke.
fluffy curly bronze/blond hair
the freckles
the thin nose
the blue eyes
he was wearing jeans and a sweater
SITTING IN THE FRONTÂ
heâs either english/irish BUT STILL
simon snow goes to my university. we have 2 common courses and i keep staring at him during those i took 0 notes. how do i approach????? i seriously need helpÂ
Push him down the stairsÂ
is this a challenge? because i will most certainly take it on.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
as i was mindlessly going into my lecture hall, my radar suddenly went off and i fucking spotted SIMON SNOW. this is not a joke.
fluffy curly bronze/blond hair
the freckles
the thin nose
the blue eyes
he was wearing jeans and a sweater
SITTING IN THE FRONTÂ
heâs either english/irish BUT STILL
simon snow goes to my university. we have 2 common courses and i keep staring at him during those i took 0 notes. how do i approach????? i seriously need helpÂ
I wonder if rainbow has planned something amazing for wayward sonâs chapter 61 (if it is that long), it might even top carry onâs 61
Chapter 61
Baz
Itâs our wedding day
Chapter 61
Simon
I finally know. After all these years and all these questions, I finally know the truth.
Baz flatirons his hair.
Chapter 61
Baz
I canât believe Simon and I broke up
Alt.
Chapter 61
Baz
Hes really dead
Chapter 61
Baz
So, itâs been a century since you died. Happy anniversary old man.
liSTEN YALL NEED TO STOP
Chapter 61
Baz
Itâs been 2 years since I last saw Simon. He watched me leave, and didnât even try to stop me.
excuse me this post was meant to be wholesome
Chapter 61
Simon
I can no longer feel my arm, my hand and the majority of my face.
I canât move.
Baz has me, devouring me with his sharp teeth. Tearing my flesh, ripping out chunks, and swallowing my blood in large gulps.
Iâve tried, Iâve tried hard to stop him. I can do nothing, but watch as the man I once loved is killing me.
This feeling is numbness, itâs mutated from the sadness knowing I canât help him anymore, itâs become the final thing Iâll feel before itâs all over.
Itâs taken control of him and I will die at the cost of it. If thereâs anything left of Baz in there I know heâs fighting it, but I know my Baz has died too.
Chapter 61:
Baz
Here we are again. In the forest. The same forest where Snow stopped me from killing myself.
Heâs kissing me again, only this time, the forest is not on fire.
Heâs just kissing me.
Chapter 61:
Simon getting back his magic, at least part of it and itâs because of Simonâs and Bazâs love
bless
Chapter 61:
Baz
Curse me for going hunting just a couple minutes before this.
Now Simon can see me blushing really hard.
This is a disaster.
Chapter 61:
Baz
Simon is in the floor bleeding, nobody knows what happened, Baz try to stop the blood falling from his husband but he canât, he is dying, then Baz kiss him âSimon Snow is going to die kissing meâ he thought and rigth before it Simonâs breath stops, he is dead.
yall need to stop before i block all your asses
this post is an emotional train wreck honestly
yâall are grounded go sit in the corner and think about what youâve done
Chapter 61:
Simon
Everyone thought weâd destroy each other. That we were both destined to live short lives. Mutually assured destruction. And I guess that what this is. Destruction. Decimation. Creation- orâŠrecreation, of a sort.
Baz in a suit. Me in a leather jacket. Leaving the people we used to know behind. Heading off to the unknown. Heading off to America. *CHICAGO BY SUFJAN STEVENS PLAYS*
Chapter 61:
Baz
âQuit worrying, Snow, we know sheâll be alright,â Baz watched as his husband paced around the waiting room, his hands tugging on his curls, messing them up even further.
âBut what if she wonât be alright,â His face was twisted in worry, brows furrowed and a scrunched up nose. It was actually pretty adorable. Not that Baz would voice that out loud.
âSimon, you know sheâll be-â
âPenelope Bunce?â Baz was cut off by a nurse, who motioned for them to step into the room. Simon walked quickly over to Baz and laced their fingers together tightly.
Simonâs palm was sweaty against his own, Baz didnât let go. Together they hesitantly entered the room.
Penelope lay on the hospital bed, a small bundle cradled in the crook of her arm. Micah stood next to her, grinning proudly at his wife. Penelope smiled once at the bundle, before passing it to her husband. Micah wordlessly walked over to them both, and handed the child over to Baz.
âHe has your eyes,â Micah spoke to Simon. Baz didnât have to look to know that Simonâs eyes had welled with tears.
âNatasha,â Baz whispered, running a finger down their daughterâs nose. Simon let his head rest on Bazâs shoulder as they stared at their daughter.
âYour nose,â Simon murmured softly. âAnd your mouthâ Baz hummed in agreement.
âYour curlsâ Baz whispered, indeed a small curl had freed itself from the swaddle of blankets, not unlike Simonâs own, in every way but one.
âBut your color,â Simon twirled the black curl around his pinky finger, and let it bounce back up as he let it go. Still holding Natasha securely in one arm, Baz wrapped his other around Simonâs waist, pulling the two people he loves most into his arms.
âThank you, Pen- I- thank you,â Simon choked out. Penny beamed at the pair.
âJust donât count on me for the next one,â she said, and Simon let out a breathless chuckle.
A certain potion, once given, allowed a surrogate to birth the child of two different individuals, yet required a bond between the two- so much so that their love could bring about a way of new life
THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH this is what my post needed
Chapter 61
Baz
âWake up, Snow. Itâs your birthday.â
Simon groans and hits me playfully, heâs always moody in the morning. With a half smirk and tired eyes, he rolls over and faces me.
âBaz⊠itâs earlyâŠâ He whines, and pulls the duvet over his face so only his golden curls peek out. My hand tugs at the covers so I can see his eyes. He stares at me then clamps his eyes shut and rolls over.
âSimon,â thereâs some seriousness in my voice. âYouâve got to get up.â I duck my head under the covers and kiss the back of his neck until he turns and he kisses me back.
âMorningâŠâ his voice is croaky and coarse, and Crowley itâs cute.
âI love your stupid face, but itâs time to get up.â He holds my hand and I squeeze it in response, but heâs silent.
âSnow?â
Still no response.
So I get silent, too. Communicating through the patterns I make on his hand with my thumb, pulling back the covers so I can see his face fullyâŠ
And pushing him full force out of bed.
Thereâs a dull thud from the floor.
âYou prick!â I hear from the side of the bed. Itâs hard to contain my laughter.
âI told you to get up!â
âThatâs it!â
Before I knew it, his hand darted at my wrist and he yanked me on the floor too. I laugh and press my lips against his.
âI love you, old man.â
(Does this excuse the angst now???)
this is adorable, youâre back on my nice list
This was such a rollarcoaster i had to sit down for a minute
Chapter 61 Baz
I think back to all the times I saw him like this in our room at Watford. Asleep, so much so that only I would be able to tell that heâs only just tipping into it. His reality, right now, must be blurred between reality and dream. His skin is flushed and I know that he is probably boiling. I used to believe he was overheating on all that excess magic that he harbored, but the reality of the situation is that Simon Snow is a human furnace. (Even with his shirt off. Trust me, Iâd know.)
His eyebrows twitch downwards and he shifts around. However, instead of kicking his blanket haohazardly onto the floor as I witness him do many times years ago, he easily tucks his head against the crook of my neck. His arm falls around my waist as though it is the most natural thing in the world.Â
I sigh, but there is no malice behind it as there used to be. Rather, it is only backed by contentmess and drowsiness. I close my book without folding the page down to hold my place (Yes, Iâm one of those people. Sue me.) without a second thought. Iâd long since abandoned the page in favour of staring at Simon. (Because I can do that now, unabashedly.)
âCrowley, Simon,â I begin, placing my book off to the side. âYouâre burning.â My hand drifts to his back, and his skin feels so hot against mine as he grunts tiredly in response. Said hand drifts up to card through his curls as I opt not to push for any words from him. âGoodnight, then,â I pause for a moment before quietly adding, âI love you.âÂ
The nudge of his nose against my neck is all the indication I need that he loves me, too.Â
who allowed this?
i will date anyone who listens to sujfan stevens.Â
i was not mentally prepared for this today @rainbowrowell
link to rainbow rowellâs spotify here
link to her playlist âCARRY ON: Simonâ here
link to her playlist âCARRY ON: Bazâ hereÂ
oh my god.Â
as soon as death with dignity by sufjan stevens started playing i started tearing up. bazâs playlist?????????????????????????/ Â