As he stares at the mic in concentration, trying so hard to remember his part, I can almost fool myself into believing he’s staring at my lips instead. It would be so easy to grab him by that damnable top and pull him in to snog him senseless. Maybe I wouldn’t even have to do that. I could just lean in. Brush his lips with mine. It would be so easy to claim it was an accident.
Like he’s reading my mind and knows exactly what I’m thinking of doing to him, Simon looks up at me through his lashes, a single curl hanging down in front of his eyes, and as he finishes singing the last line in the chorus, his tantalisingly pink tongue darts out to wet his lip.
Damn him straight to hell.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i am SOO excited to present art for my collab with @jesper-fahcy for this years edition of @carryon-reverse-bang! <3 they’re truly the most amazing writer and i loved working with them so much! i hope you all appreciate their amazing AU as much as i did :D
Heeeey, happy Sunday, all! I’m trying to get this post made hastily before I have to join the virtual conference I’ve been at all weekend. I work at an animal shelter, and recently my job has been expanding in big ways that I’m not entirely on solid ground with, so here’s hoping I get a handle on it all soon and don’t in fact Ruin Everything.
Anyway, sorry/not sorry for all the Heated Rivalry reblogs lately. I’m obsessed and love every single post about the show, but I’m trying to be a little less obnoxious, I promise. What’s strange to me is that when I catch my breath and shift my thoughts over to my SnowBaz projects and this fandom in general, I don’t feel any less obsessed with them, either. This is very new to me because I’ve always been relentlessly monogamous with my ships. On the other hand, I’m not writing or even really reading Hollanov fics right now, just rewatching the season on a near-continuous loop like a very normal and healthy adult person.
I have been writing, but not as much as I would like. I’ll share a few sentences that (I think I can say?) will be in my upcoming CORB collab. Best not to share any context other than that :P
I stare at his back. I’ve only wanted to kiss Baz for a few hours now (no, I probably wanted to kiss him far longer that that, but I’ve only known that I wanted to kiss him for a few hours), and I already can’t stand it. I have to know if there’s any chance he might want the same thing. I have to know if he’ll let me see what colour lace is embracing his body today. “I wish you wouldn’t,” I reply, meaning that I wish he wouldn’t avoid me. All I ever want is to be near him, to have him in my sight and under my hands. How the fuck have I never figured this out before?
Baz turns around slowly and takes me in. I’m definitely behaving suspiciously. I feel like my bones are trying to work their way out from under my skin, and I can’t stay still. He hikes one eyebrow up to nearly his hairline, and my stomach drops. “I know it’s too much to ask that you self-regulate, Snow, but you’ve been even worse than usual lately. So, tell me: what’s got your knickers in a twist?”
Oh, fuck.
That’s me for this week! I hope everyone is doing well, and please spare a thought for me this week as I cry in my tea about the new (actually quite old) Android phone I have to carry with me everywhere now (Son: Whose Android is this?! Me: I don’t want to talk about my Android!!! Son: Oh.) Android users, I mean no disrespect. I’m sure the phones make at least as much sense as an iPhone once you get used to them, but I am not there yet.
Secco costume V2. I misplaced my actualy bodysuit costume so i put this together in ONE NIGHT before the con!! Super cozy!
I also got this bird thing. I thought it was corn and got SO FUCKING EXCITED over the corn plush. I love him even though he is a bird. His name is Corn on the Orb
“Not everyone can be saved. Not everyone wants to be saved.”
(Attempt #9 of teaching myself how to draw)
(The quote is said by Cheetah from DC)
Timekeeper: We are not so different~
I just want to state that the slight blur is intentional, to make the whole drawing more dreamlike, as if the scene is just Croissant’s own imagination.
Behold, for the second wonderous chapter of Bound Together In 5 Dimensions is finally up and ready to bless your eyeballs (the delay is entirely because I died and needed resurrection magic. I am the party problem and @emeryhall is a saint).
Hopefully the Inappropriate Use Of Flavored Syrup art makes up for it 🙂↕️
I was trying to find my banner but none of the image previews were loading, so I made a wild guess at picking a file and this screenshot is what I found. I'm sticking with it for today. Courtesy of Henry's Kitchen--you might as well (re-)read the AU chapter I did last year in my texting fic while you're at it.
thank you for the tags, @nausikaaa and @artsyunderstudy!
Below the cut, tags and a snippet of the @carryon-reverse-bang fic that is still nameless (that is really, really going to need a name any second now):
“Another from Daphne, then?” By this point I could recognize her preferred wrapping paper in my sleep; it's not a £3.99 Amazon wrap job.
He gives me a deadpan look and holds it up. “You know she hand-makes the bows?”
“I know, love,” I sigh. He tells me this with every present.
He scowls at the truly beautiful wrapping job. “I’m not hand-making bows, you know, just because we’ll be parents.”
I can’t help the thrill that goes through me-–parents!–-even though I should be used to the idea by now, but all I say is, “I don’t think she does it because she’s a mum. I just think she likes it.”
He glares at me now. “You know whatever is in this is going to be pink. Mark my words, it’s going to be bubblegum pink.”
“Maybe she’s got the message now.”
“Babies like black and white, Simon.”
“Who doesn’t, really.”
hoping that any presents you get this season are in a developmentally appropriate color for you, and take care of yourself this week:
