Simon Snow, I Choose You

This is a sideblog. My main is @camelotsbi

[bazsbff]

reblog if you miss baz pitch i wanna see smth

[bazsbff]

my fucking shayla (i need to chew on him and braid his hair and set him on fire and push him down several flights of stairs and wrap him in blankets and read him stories and hug him so tight his eyes pop out of his head)

[starlightstarbright20]

Chronic pain Baz Pitch you mean the world to me

[cinnamonandcedar]

Coming out of the woodwork just to say, years later, I am so grateful that Carry On had a happy ending. I've been badly burned by queer media lately and I'm thinking of unearthing some old Carry On fic bookmarks to get me through these dark times.

[druidshollow]

HAVE THAT CHARACTER GAIN WEIGHT AS A SIGN OF HEALING: NOW

[stardustasincocaine]

Happy 10 years of magic, suffering, more magic, more suffering (but it’s productive this time!), and being well gay in ikea to Carry On!! 💙💛

Thanks, @rainbowrowell for blessing us with these stories (and all the words you share with us 🖤)

[alexalexinii]

I always do love drawing sunset scenes!

(happy birthday to baz + @rainbowrowell)

[scrimblyboingo]

those gay people i've heard so much about

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

Simon’s birthright: the Sword in the Scone

[artsyunderstudy]

I wake up.

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[cherryfull]

Missing my shaylas again

[bachusekart]

ok whatever look like lesbians if u want i dont care

[crankybeetle]

Just wanted to scream about the fact I've just found another SnowBaz shipper. #snowbazmybabies #carryon

Always and forever 😌😌

[aeskoro]

ok i Drew him for realsies

[letraspal]

People think Baz is all sharp lines and cold logic.

And maybe he is—in a lecture hall, with his sleeves rolled and a room full of stubborn students. He is brilliant. And brutal, sometimes. Intimidating in the perfect, untouchable way he carries himself.

I used to believe that version of him, too. Used to think that was all there was.

Until he let me meet this Baz.

The one in heart-print boxers and a messy bun, knocked out on our pink couch with his head in my lap. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from the day, and his breathing is soft and steady. This is the Baz who lets me run my fingers through his hair until he melts under my touch.

Who only ever really sleeps like this, like he’s safe, when I’m the one holding him.

And I think, I get to see him like this.

Not the world’s idea of him.

Him.

My Baz.

[ilusmile]

Como me encanta hacer crossovers con Simon y Baz

[artsyunderstudy]

♥️🧡💛💚💙💜