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he's ancient and forever. he burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe.
rewatched all of tennant's seasons recently and rekindled the middle school hyperfixation to an unforeseen extent
i haven't opened tumblr in almost 5 years but i am into doctor who again so if anyone's still here and wants dw fanart- i am here @youcouldbewonderful! that's all <3
The fucking flower print
It’s (almost!!!) Halloween!! This was just a silly idea I had that I thought would be cute..
I’m so sorry this is a bit sloppy,,, I didn’t realize what time it was haha I shouldn’t have stayed up so late.
(In which my headcanon gets edited... and illustrated.)
I gotta get used to this Tumblr thing where as soon as you post something, you can’t find it again to edit it. So I figured I’d just go ahead and repost the updated drabble and indulge myself with some art to go with it. :)
So, as before, it would be cool if something like this had taken place somewhere between Chapters 67 and 71 of Carry On. Because I dearly love the fact that Simon is sure that Baz is alive, despite Baz feeling sure he’s not. That’s what love does - it gives us life.
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BAZ
My injured leg’s gone numb and prickly, but I’m not about to complain. Simon Snow is above me and gazing at me from under his perfect eyebrows. Gazing. Somehow, dozens of private fantasies haven’t prepared me for the reality of locking eyes with Snow in a way that does not portend my imminent injury. If it didn’t make me so damn happy, I’d find it unnerving.
“For someone who doesn’t think, you look pensive,” I say.
He shrugs. “I’ve just sorted something out, is all.”
My eyes fixate on a small scar below his lip. I bet that was my fault. “Mm-hmm. And what’s that?”
“I was just thinking that you’re definitely alive,” he says, “and I can prove it to you.”
I groan. I wish he wouldn’t keep bringing this up. It’s depressing, and moreover, it’s disrupting my concentration. I’m trying to memorize Snow’s face like this before we both wake up tomorrow and realize the rest of the world won’t let us be together.
“In for another one of your experiments then, am I?” I sigh.
I feel Simon’s fingertips begin tugging at the buttons on my shirt. “Something like that.”
His hand slips under the fabric and comes to rest in the center of my chest. Its warmth seems to radiate all the way down my arms and up into my cheeks.
For a fleeting moment, I wonder if Snow is about to light me up with his magic again, but then I feel his mouth on my neck, and just like that, yet another fantasy is neutralized for its inability to measure up to the real thing. My eyes roll back as Snow’s kisses travel slowly down from my ear to my collar, and a sound I’ve never heard before escapes from my lips. I’ve forgotten how to breathe properly. Or think.
Aleister. Crowley.
A long moment passes before I feel his lips pull away. “Now give me your hand,” he murmurs.
His hand falls away from my chest, finds mine, and presses it over my heart. I feel my heartbeat racing, hammering away against my fingertips like a drum.
I open my eyes, and Simon is above me again wearing that shit-eating grin he puts on when he knows he’s won.
“See? Alive.”
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SIMON
The way Baz looks at me after I kiss his neck gives me goose pimples. His eyes are partly closed, like he’s observing me from far away. One of his hands is still under my own, pressed against his heart, while the other absently touches the spot below his jaw where my lips had played.
Only now does it occur to me that no one has ever touched him there, much less kissed him.
It’s where he’d been bitten.
I open my mouth to speak, but before I have a chance to say something predictably idiotic and deficient, Baz comes back to life under my hands and kisses me soundly on the mouth. His arms are so strong around me that I’m instantly out of breath. I allow myself one thought: for somebody incapable of warming above room temperature, Baz succeeds in setting my skin on fire every time his lips touch mine.
He’s rolling me onto my back when I feel something wet against the tip of my nose. I open my eyes and notice tears clinging to his eyelashes.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Shut up, Simon,” he says, and with another kiss he makes sure I do.
As he melts against me, I decide I’m okay with that. Baz wins this round.
Perfect 🙌🏽
Unlike Antoni, I think this is Baz’s resting face.
Based off this post.
I’ve actually had bits of time to read recently and I finally picked up “Carry On” by Rainbow Rowell… I loved it ♥️ this is just a doodle of an idea I have for a full drawing, so hopefully I can make it more finished at some point in time…
Trying to draw Baz Pitch from carry on
Finished the book the other day and I just
I love the book
DAY 3!
Natasha ! tyger tyger for day 3′s “roasted”
Day 3: Roasted
My brain when I saw the prompt: Roasted….Fire…….Baz……Snowbaz.
Day 4! BAZ Master of spells:)
I hold out my ring hand and speak as loudly and clearly as I ever have, letting my magic rise up from the empty pit of my stomach - “Simon says!”
because penny deserves all of the love and everything
yeah so i read Carry On in like 6 hours and i’m pretty obsessed with it right now
penny has big dick energy
“all the boys in my year are scared i’m going to turn them into frogs” REAL BIG DICK ENERGY RIGT THERE
“They’re gonna suspend you” - Simon
“Let them. I could use the free time.” - Penny
Huge dick energy
Royals, Part 4: SnowBaz Fanfiction
Thank you guys so much for supporting both Royals and me throughout this year. I’m beyond excited for the next chapter in this crazy wild ride of fanfiction! Enjoy the conclusion!
The ache in Simon was palpable the next morning.
He awoke with his bare legs twisted in the sheets and a sheen of sweat from the previous night covering his whole body. An arm was slung around his waist, and Simon sighed tiredly as he sagged back into the embrace, the memories of last night replaying in his head. He slowly clasped his hand around Baz’s and felt the warm fingers grasp his own. Simon listened for any telltale signs that Baz was going to wake up, but Baz just made a noise close to a snore and rested his head against the space between Simon’s shoulder blades.
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Them: You can’t take on personalities from characters in books. That’s completely absurd!
Me after reading Carry On: *Sarcasm levels raise* *Gayness levels raise* *Proceeds to call friends by their last names* *Uses Mage curses in everyday conversation* *resists the urge to sarcastically call friends Snow* *Slips up and actually call friends Snow* *Pushes friends down the stairs to rid myself of problems*
Article 13 got approved and that means the internet will be censored for all countries under the EU. If that happens, it’s likely bloggers from affected countries cannot post content anymore. I wouldn’t be able to post gifs, edits, icons, anything anymore. Even adding links to posts could cost money. You can get more information here and here or simply using google to find information from a source you trust. Please sign the petition here and here (everyone can sign this one apparently) to prevent this from happening. I don’t want to lose my blog.
HEY I ALREADY SIGNED THE FIC, I CAN’T ANYMORE BECAUSE THAT’S HOW A PETITION WORKS, SO ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED WITH NET NEUTRALITY BETTER HURRY AND HELP EUROPE
PLEASE HELP SAVE OUR INTERNET Y’ALL
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Meet the faces of the “I’m Sorry” campaign, a group of Christians who go to Chicago’s pride celebrations every year to apologize for their past hateful actions against LGBT people. The group started in 2010 and has since moved to other cities across the world. This is what love looks like. (via the Advocate)
I know it’s color but this needed to be shared
Amazing
A reminder that everyone can change, and that there are truly wonderful and supportive people out there.
