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I love this

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Me at 9:30pm, realising I still have plenty of time to read and sleep:

Me at 3:00am, still reading:

#truth #tea #sisters

basic-banshee

Hey I really want to read rebel rebel but your fic list isnt working for me, could you post a link for me please?

Here you go!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A Poem:

roses are red

simon says what he means

baz you’re—you’re wearing jeans

redemsi

Simon + Baz

Can’t wait for the next book. Need more unconventional stuff like this.

one of my college application prompts is “to which fictional character do you most relate, and why” and I’m real life about to write this on none other than Ebb Petty just watch

I’m just a random stranger on the internet but I want you to know that I, and so so many other people, genuinely care about you

hi um thank you so much ?? idk what i did to deserve this

i love how i don’t even need to check twitter to see the latest from rainbow everyone on here keeps me informed

burningbaz

Natasha Grimm-Pitch giving Simon a kiss on the forehead and telling him to give it to Baz is a major wingwoman move

y4nfae

simon: nobody’s seducing a vampire

baz, a seduced vampire:

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“You slept in my arms,” he says. "Fitfully.”

All right, so this bunny hopped into my head this morning and wouldn’t go away until I’d written/drawn it. I was skimming Carry On today looking for details about Baz’s entrance for the next art piece (which I am about 50% of the way completed on), and I naturally went down the rabbit hole to read other sections of the book. That’s when I landed on the passage from Chapter 64 about Baz sleeping fitfully in Simon’s arms.

And I thought, hold up. This needs further exploration. The result was this little ficlet and art.

It’s total fluff, but I hope you enjoy this “fic with a pic” by yours truly.

BAZ

I nudge Snow with my shoulder.

“Snow,” I whisper. “Simon.”

He shifts beside me and groans. His eyelids open just a crack.

Keep reading

thingsthatsoundlikefacts

Did you know…

Candles on romantic dinner tables were traditionally used to prevent prospective lovers from leaning over to steal a kiss before they were married

bussmunchington

If you want to kiss you must brave the FIRE

atekyunas

Chapter 61

vkelleyart

In which I share my Carry On headcanon

A’ight, since we’re all getting to know each other, here’s a missing scene from Carry On that I refuse to acknowledge only happened in my head. Think sometime after Baz agrees to Simon’s boyfriend proposal. (I’m rusty, so forgive me if this is a little sloppy. Also did I mention I used to write fanfic? No? Okay then…)

BAZ

My injured leg’s gone numb and prickly from my odd position on the bed, but it’s perfectly acceptable because Simon Snow is above me and gazing at me from under his flawless eyebrows. Gazing. Somehow, dozens of private fantasies have not prepared me for the breathtaking reality of locking eyes with Snow in a way that does not portend my imminent injury.

“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 wonder if that was my fault. “Mm-hmm. And what’s that?”

“I was just thinking that… you’re 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 busy trying to memorize the layout of Snow’s speckled skin from this close up.

“Another one of your experiments then, is it?” 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. Impossibly, its warmth seems to radiate all the way down my arms and up into my cheeks.

For a split second, I wonder if Snow is about to light me up with his magic again, but then I feel his mouth on my neck, and suddenly another fantasy is neutralized for its inability to measure up to the real thing. I can’t help it - my eyes roll back as Snow’s kisses travel slowly down from my ear to my collar, and just like that, I understand what it’s like not to 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 it racing, hammering away at 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.”

simxnbxz

Im dying what is this beautiful thing

stuck-in-fiction

Give us more of this

vkelleyart

@stuck-in-fiction All right. Here goes…

SIMON

The way Baz looks at me after I kiss his neck gives me goose pimples. He’s staring 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 quickly find myself breathless. I allow myself one thought: for somebody incapable of warming above room temperature, Baz’s lips succeed in setting my skin on fire every time they 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 hanging from 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.

bazzypitch

It got BETTER

snowbazfangirl

I typed snowbazzy things into a story generator and here is the result:

(also it changed all my fucks to flips so there’s that)

Two Flipping Numpty Uncles Drinking Blood to the Beat

A Short Story

by SnowbazFangirl

—————

Simon Snow was thinking about Baz Pitch again. Baz was a courageous flip vampire with muscular widow’s peak and blue eyed bronze curls.

Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated magickal Watford with its worried, wandering wavering wood. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lustful.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a courageous flip figure of Baz Pitch.

Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a blood hungry, alive, liquid butter drinker with mole covered widow’s peak and pale bronze curls. His friends saw him as a curried, cautious chosen one. Once, he had even brought a mysterious Agatha back from the brink of death.

But not even a blood hungry person who had once brought a mysterious Agatha back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Baz had in store today.

The sun shone like plotting Cavalier Spaniel, making Simon disturbed. Simon grabbed an insidious Sword of Mages that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Simon stepped outside and Baz came closer, he could see the cuddly smile on his face.

“I am here because I want love,” Baz bellowed, in a powerful tone. He slammed his fist against Simon’s chest, with the force of 780 chimera. “I frigging love you, Simon Snow.”

Simon looked back, even more disturbed and still fingering the insidious Sword of Mages. “Baz, you absolute nightmare,” he replied.

They looked at each other with exhausted feelings, like two dry, disgusted dragon eating at a very intelligent Christmas Eve, which had violin music music playing in the background and two flipping numpty uncles drinking blood to the beat.

Simon regarded Baz’s muscular widow’s peak and blue eyed bronze curls. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Baz.

“Please?” begged Simon with puppy dog eyes.

Baz looked suspicious, his body blushing like a rotten, ratty red ball.

Then Baz came inside for a nice drink of liquid butter.

THE END