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?”
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.
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