#bite!

[wintersoulwitch]

for @spcvarney

[lenastarling]

And the World has found Order again ✦

[somethingsomethingdgronpa]

Marx needs to bite!

[aistobascistod]

Unicycle : Workers of the world, unite! :: Bicycle : Workers of the world, bite!

[pedropascalito]

Are you fucking kidding me? 🧛‍♀️

[ollyandglitter]

Simon and Baz's bubble bath 😊 nothing I love more then adding an additional watercolor to my stories. This one is from Bubble Bath, full fic here. --

Simon

I manage to settle back into the fragrant bubbly water when Baz returns and pauses by the doorway, holding his violin. The door is half open, the air has cooled a little, and the water is now just the right temperature. He tucks the violin under his chin, lifts the bow and slides it gently over the strings. The opening notes rise up, then go down, and rise up again, in a melodic rhythm of a quiet stream:

"How many miles to Babylon? / Three score miles and ten / Can I get there by candle-light? / Yes, and back again."

The tender wave of music flows on, and on, and on. Baz's movements gradually relax and open up, dissolving into the melody, his eyes closed, his body sways absently from side to side. He is as beautiful as a black-and-white movie character, his pale skin shining like porcelain in the soft light of the bathroom, a dim glow surrounding him like a halo. The musical harmony echoes in the room and swirls around me. I relax into the water, immersed in warmth, comfort, and small drops of kindness that grow bigger and bigger until they become a trickle of rain, then a flood, then a river, then an ocean. The bath is a warm ocean on a golden summer day, and Baz's music is an endless flowing wave that rises and falls and rocks me tenderly, until I'm drifting away in a repetitive rhyme that feels like magic.

[rasairui]

Okay the egirl eel girl name is officially BITE!(exclamation point included) thank you for the suggestion @valen-dreth :]