my rosebud boy

"How did you bring my fall? I stopped the Humdrum myself." Baz looks back at his phone, bored. "Fell in love, didn't you?"

[choutarouootori]

the song of achilles by madeline miller

happy valentine’s day my dear @minnyard

[upthehillart]

when you want to beat each other up but also wish to be boyfriends?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tricky

[davysdead]

@numptiewarmth

[numptiewarmth]

this is very beautiful and also i must cry for a week now

[sosaneitsinsane]

tsoa au : modern achilles x patroclus

[numptiewarmth]

Simon: omg wow I hate baz

baz: *wears jeans*

Simon: 🙏🏻💕😍😘 baz 💕❤️ my love 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️ this is some 🌷⭐️ good shit 💯🏳️‍🌈💕✨

[sourcherrrysnow]

in book 1

simon talking about his friends, the mage, his plans to defeat the humdrum: ▶🔘──────── 00:52:12 simon talking about baz: ▶🔘──────── 9:49:14

[arabian-batboy]

My Heart: I want a sequel for The Song Of Achilles

My Brain: You do realize that every single main character has literally died in the end of the book?

My Heart: I want a sequel for The Song Of Achilles

[the-jade-goblin]

reblog with an inside joke only your fandom would understand

I’ll start.

Swooping is bad

[allaboutthatbaz]

Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life

[ask5thyearsimon-blog]

or butter

[memiinger]

sour cherry scones

[saprosappho]

front seat’s for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties 

[dughole]

jeans.

[memiinger]

sock feet

[saprosappho]

chapter 61 

[softly-snowbaz]

Because we match

[ichooseyousimonsnow-blog]

you’re flammable! 

[saprosappho]

so is everyone

[memiinger]

he told me we were stars

[saprosappho]

and he likes this better than fighting

[saprosappho]

baguette!baz 

[memiinger]

bagatha

*shudders*

[saprosappho]

the hordes of ask blogs 

[sourcherrryscones]

not drinking black coffee and feeling vindicated anyways

[worseger]

our goatherd is gay

[saprosappho]

gampire the vampire 

[worseger]

I’m not the Queen

[memiinger]

the fragile self esteem mustache

[ask-ebeneza-petty]

gifs

[ask-emily-scott]

My existence

[aleistercrowleysnoww-blog]

blogging building

[saprosappho]

i was gone for a day and a couch was animated, also scones and at least 5 variations upon a character 

[ask-simonscouch]

simon calling baz his enemy

[carryonbazpitch]

I choose you 

[antlered-pluto]

Baz in a man bun

[antlered-pluto]

Nobody’s seducing a vampire.

[literal-snowbaz-trash]

the smolest snowbaz 

[memiinger]

butt

[ask5thyearsimon-blog]

BUTT

[ouranose-deactivated20220616]

butt? 

[snow-and-pitch]

he joined them voluntarily

[simonsnoe]

pLotTing

[snowkatze]

Sunlight burns me

[lilaccure]

The “I can’t carry on after carry on” pun.

[bazpitchbitch]

(mouth breather)

[baz-n-simon]

And then he kisses me

[snowsmagic]

fuck the wavering wood.

[isthata-period-deactivated20190]

tail!fetish

[oyabun-draws]

The Post

[januaryemberrs]

you called me simon before

[numptiewarmth]

Simon: omg wow I hate baz

baz: *wears jeans*

Simon: 🙏🏻💕😍😘 baz 💕❤️ my love 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨❤️ this is some 🌷⭐️ good shit 💯🏳️‍🌈💕✨

[rosebudbasilton]

20 with snowbaz (if you still have time? You just write so nice!)

20. “Have you slept?” (u r TOO LOVELY xxx)

Tap…tap…tap…tap…

“Do you know how to work quietly, Snow?”

Tap…….tap…………tap.

”Sorry.”

“Sure you are.”

The tapping may have stopped, but I can feel his magic fizzing in the corners of the room. It’s only 11am, Saturday morning, so I’m not sure why Snow is so desperate to study. Perhaps it’s the rain that’s swamped the pitch (the only reason I’m still in the dorm) and blocked all plans of leaving the tower (ergo, no Bunce for a day), but still. There’s no need for this kind of desperate work ethic.

“What are you even studying for?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows. “Do you really not understand what the weekend is for?”

Hands disheveled his sleep tangled curls. “Please, shut up.”

“No. Tell me.”

“It’s Latin, all right?”

Latin. The class that we just had a test in. The test that only one person failed.

As much of a kick as I get out of seeing Snow failing, my heart aches for him a bit. It would certainly be awful to be falling behind in a class, not to mention having everyone know. On top of that, isn’t he supposed to be our Chosen One? Isn’t he supposed to be ‘exceptional’? I tremble at the thought of Simon Snow having to save us all one day.

“That’s rough,” I answer sarcastically. “So you failed the test?”

“Fuck off.”

“Have you slept, Snow? Because as I recall, you were doing the same shit last night.”

Snow throws a ball of paper at me. It hits the wall. Thank fuck, because the Anathema picks up on some of the tiniest things sometimes. There’s a suffocating amount of his magic in the room, and any minute now it’s going to give me a bloody migraine. If the Anathema were fair, it would punish him for that alone.

“Crowley, I was just asking. You smell like a faulty Bunsen burner, Snow. Calm down.”

“Easy for you to say,” he mutters.

And, for the sake of being petty, I push him a bit more: “Pardon? Using your words, are you?”

“Just-!” Snow drops his pen, shaking. “Just stop it. Stop it, please.”

I feel a bit bad. He’s trying really hard to not cry, but I can still hear it. The Latin book has been abandoned as he stand up and moves to his bed. I don’t have to interfere anymore, but I feel bad for leaving him in such a crap place. I pick up his book and give it a quick once-over.

“Snow.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wow, okay. I was about to offer to help you, but fine.”

He groans. “Will you actually?”

I take his book and a chair over to him. Admittedly, I consider dropping the book on him, but Anathema is a pretty immediate threat. I pass it to him instead. Nicely.

“First of all, why are there drawings in the margins? What is that, a bird? A car?”

“Are you helping me or not?”

We spend about 10 minutes on a page before I decide that Snow is an impossible student. For some reason, nothing seems to stick with him. I had a feeling he just didn’t care. The bloody Normal lifestyle had no appreciation for the Latin language. No wonder Snow doesn’t understand it - he doesn’t need it.

I consider an incentive. I certainly know I need an incentive to keep helping him. He’s almost in tears again. I imagine a night of sleep deprivation could do that to someone, make them an emotional mess. Knowing Snow as well as I do, I know how to fix it. 

Curses and hexes, I’m not about to do this, am I?

“Look, don’t be upset,” I tell him. The biting tone is in no way reassuring, apparently. “Move over, you absolute child.”

He looks at me skeptically. I know how ridiculous I sound. Still, I expect him to do it.

He presses himself up against the windowpane, not taking his eyes off of me. I’m flattered, actually. If Simon Snow paid me this amount of attention more often, I would not complain.

“I’m going to make sure you get everything on this page correct, yes? So you need to stop getting upset.”

Snow rolls his eyes. “Baz-”

“I promise you, it’s not going to be much help if you’re crying through these questions, yeah?” I sit beside him and hand him his pen. “I was out of line before, but I want you to pass. You’ve got me all invested now.”

I’m aware that not many roommates would be so willing to cuddle up to each other to study, especially not us, but it worked. Snow leaned right up to me, my arm around his shoulders, asking questions in broken Latin. We had a few conversations in English, too. All lovely and innocent. A dream.

By the time Snow is finished his homework, he’s a damn puppy with excitement. All giggling and celebrating, even hugging me when I get up to leave.

Oh. So that’s what that feels like.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. I think he expects me to let go. Fuck that.

“I hope you pass.”

We’re still hugging. It’s bit weird now. The moment’s passed, now we’re just waiting on each other.

“Baz.”

“Hm?”

“Let me go.”

I should. I really should. I mean, he’s smiling still and it’s all rather cute, but I really should let him go.

“No,” I whisper instead.

Snow sighs, in a lovely sort of way. It bounces in laughter, soft and personal to us. It feels like his signature on what’s been done today. Tomorrow we wake up and try to kill each other again.

“I need to sleep,” he reasons with me through a yawn. Although, as he says that, he’s leaning into me a bit. 

I tell myself I’ve done enough here and pull my arms away. I’ve no idea how to get myself out of this one. Crowley, what am I doing?

“Thank you, again,” he tells me, hands holding mine.

“It’s fine-”

He kisses me.

He’s kissing me.

He’s…

Merlin on a fucking wheel, he’s kissing me.

“Still fine?” The absolute prick asks.

So I retort back: “Shut up,” and kiss him again. 

To Hell with the future. I finally want to live right now.

“hey jess how you describe your writing style?” all italics and commas. no words. no plot. just italicised commas clumped into nonsensical paragraphs.

[you-slept-in-my-arms]

awwwwwwwww ❤️

[rosebudbasilton]

so there’s this part in chapter 62 where simon and baz are lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace holding hands, and when baz asks simon if he was on the List Of Things to Not Think About, simon says ‘trying not to think about you is like trying not to think about an elephant thats standing on ur chest’ and baz just has a good few moments of fond reflection before he starts smiling and says ‘i dont know if that’s a compliment or…’ and they’re giggling and idk the idea that baz is a teenaged boy still baffles me sometimes, but its scenes like that one where the casualness of it is so lovely? its easy to relate to and thats what makes reading carry on so nice

[carryonsimoncarryon]

A good Wholesome chapter

[flap-flap]

the most underrated line in carry on is when they’re in space and Baz is like “I feel kinda drunk” and simon is like “drunk in power?” And Baz just “Stop talking Snow, it’s embarrassing” and I’m 98% sure he giggled there like bless u baz

[chapter-61]

me at 3am: *jerks awake* WHAT IF BAZ’S EYES ARE JUST GRAY BC OF HIS VAMPIRISM??? THEY COULD BE BROWN!!! OR GREEN!! WE WILL NEVER KNOW!!

[frxnkenstein-deactivated2018061]

concept: andrew minyard with a very very blue mouth because he bought a bag of blue raspberry hard candies and a certain neil josten with a slightly less blue mouth for…different reasons (kissing reasons)

[sailormooncutie]

Simon when he saw Baz in jeans.

[vampiregampire]

Baz when he met Simon.

[mmmmbop]

my best attempt at a masterlist of every chengsey moment in trk

ch. 6: henry calling gansey “richard-man” adj;fdkd

the slightly disturbing fact that henry told gansey his tailgate was open because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that there was a little girl curled up in the cargo space of the camaro….. like buddy what if gans was kidnapping her. now youre an accomplice.

ch. 12: “henry cheng stood before him, all hair and smile, his eyes intense.” 

basically the mere fact that henry notices that gansey is having a panic attack/ptsd flashback and goes to help him in the middle of a crowd

“once, you got me coffee,” henry said. “when i was losing my mind. consider the favor returned.” 

one of the things that helps gansey come out of his attack is making eye contact with henry

henry saying “there he is” when gansey calms down

ch 17: “both henry and gansey were kings in their respective territories”

gansey thinking about litchfield house: “to dine in fairyland was to be forced to stay there forever or to pine for it once you left” literally what the fuck gansey

“yo, yo, dick gansey” im so embarrassed for henry

“[litchfield house] did not look remotely like a place that might host a party. it looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell. it was utterly at odds with what gansey knew of henry.” ok i lied, that’s barely chengsey but i love it anyway.

gansey reflecting that he understands henry (more than blue does)

gansey reminding blue that henry’s car is electric bc he wants her to like his boyfriend

henry is fine with blue being at the toga party even though no other casual acquaintances are invited, just bc gansey vouches for her

ch. 29: ok honestly………. the whole chapter

BUT for the sake of thoroughness… henry calling gansey “junior”

henry: “i tucked in the children [after you left] and read them stories but they kept asking after you” and gansey LAUGHS

gansey is cagey about explaining why they left and henry lets it pass

“dick three”

flirting via knowledge of what happened in 1751

GANSEY 👏 KNEW 👏 THAT 👏 HENRY 👏 WAS 👏 RIGHT 👏 BY 👏 THE 👏 ZING 👏 OF 👏 FEELING 👏 IN 👏 HIS 👏 HEART 👏

and yes this is bc henry knows he’s looking for a “test of mettle”

“that feeling of being known. not in a superficial way, but in something deeper and truer.” 

gansey: “what is my prize if i pass?” 👀

“the prize is your honor, mr. gansey.” doubly known. triply known.

gansey doesn’t know how to feel about being “so accurately pegged” 👀

“am i being kidnapped now?” oh, gansey. you shameless flirt (with bad timing)

“this is ganseylike too, yes?” which part? “secrets.”

gansey is “prepared to deploy” any combination of his fake, polite responses to heavy moments, but he understands that henry doesn’t need or want this from him, so he can just respond as his real, genuine self 

both deeply traumatized at the age of 10?? is that kind of symmetry romantic?? (no but im including it)

“do you trust me?” [gansey’s dramatic ass thinks about how he intuitively knows who to trust] “yes.”

THEY HOLD HANDS!!!!!!! for a second when henry scares him with robobee but still!!!!

ch. 30: “richardman” again

henry telling gansey to breathe while literally cupping gansey’s hands between his

“be afraid and happy” the quote that defined a generation

henry saying “there he is” when gansey starts breathing again 💖

more touching, then “easy, mr. gansey”

“robobee, find great hair”

henry matching gansey’s dramatic ass like “i think we have to decide if we trust each other or not… i think this is the moment in our young friendship”

“are you saying your secrets are to my secrets as an automobile is to a carbonated beverage?” henry !!!!!!

“magical artifacts, bro”

henry: “are you collapsing? are you fine? i thought we were conversing”

gansey reflecting that henry is the closest thing to a soul-twin he’s ever found

“Get. Your. Number.” HENRY ASDJFKD;F

gansey noticing “henry’s wickedly cut eyebrows”

this part made me lose my shit….. gansey thinks that, even after all of the actual magic he’s seen, henry cheng is just as magical as everything else he’s found on this journey god help me

“because i’m overfull on secrets and underfed on friends” henry :’(

again, gansey bein gay…… thinking “henry’s eyes were lively and ferocious”

ch. 37: “[henry] had no real way to explain how he felt about trying to befriend richard gansey…” his love for richard is too big for words guyz

“LONGING TO BECOME FRIENDS”

when henry’s being kidnapped by mr. gray (also fuck you sir, how dare  you hurt my son’s shoulder), he begs robobee to “tell someone who can make this stop,” and robobee alerts gansey, who calls mr. gray immediately !!!!

ch. 38: when he meets henry and mr. gray, gansey’s like, “this wasn’t the next step i wanted to take in our friendship”… ok gans tell us about the ‘next step’ you had been imagining then

when gansey confirms that they’re officially friends now: “now something else lit henry’s smile. it was genuine and pleased but also something more, and there were not quite words for it.” im gonna take a wild guess and say one word you might use would be ‘lust.’

ch. 49: gansey thinking of henry’s “be afraid and happy” advice when he needs strength to go after glendower…. im crying youre crying we’re all crying

ch. 51: robobee is basically a lovebee that tells henry when gansey needs him

henry using second person “thee” to refer to gansey 👀

henry lets gansey drive his car!!!

“i’ll watch for cops. go, go, go.” they’re like thelma and louise

henry lets gans drive his car along the steep side of a mountain with no guard rail! he must have been so scared but he let him do it!!!

gansey: “however do you drive?” henry: “i don’t. you do.” 

“HE HAD TO TRUST HENRY”

henry reacting to gansey’s driving… “yay. also, woo.”

ch. 53: henry making a b&e joke but definitely also a sex joke that gansey will probably be up thinking about at 3 am for every night the rest of his life: “let us enter, dick, as i’ve already broken”

JEONG!!!!!! “we are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. not just pals. friends. blood brothers. you just feel it. we instead of you and me. that’s jeong.”

henry suggests splitting up and doesn’t question gans turning off his flashlight, because he’s PERFECT for gansey (me? dramatic? its more likely than you think)

ch. 54: gansey doesn’t ask henry to come with him once they find the tunnel bc he remembers that henry’s biggest fear is a hole in the ground (am i crying?? yes.)

henry literally giving gansey the shirt off his back!!!! (the shirt he’ll die in ok…. is it weird that i find it romantic that gansey will die wearing henry’s sweater)

ch. 55: GANSEY THINKING OF HTE ONCOMING SWARM AS “SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL” BECAUSE OF HENRY’S ADVICE

henry literally trying to reenact the princess bride with gansey like what the fuck?? “we have such few old treasures left; it would be so careless to let them get destroyed.”

gansey: “please. please help me.” henry: “i thought you’d never ask.” wtf why do they do this to me

ch. 58: henry tells gansey to pull over after they’re leaving glendower, and says, “stop driving. i know you need to. you’ve needed to since we left. get. out.” so gansey can get out of the car and cry 💖

ch. 59: henry casually calling gansey “president” as they’re binding adam’s hands???

ch. 64: while gansey’s official last words before dying are “it’ll be okay. i’m ready. blue, kiss me,” his SECOND-TO-LAST words are “thanks for everything, henry. you’re a prince among men.” like hwat hte hell dude….. are you even aware that youre in love.. 

ch. 66: henry is the one who demands they find a way to bring gansey back!!!  

[simonandtyrannus]

*Baz walks in the Great Hall*

All of us:

[strwbrymchi-moved]

a very cute day with a good friend 🌱 🌼 💞

ig: peachteamochi

please, don’t remove my caption