Let me be your friend ⊠at a distance, it reads.
This idiot.
Me? Obsessed with @monbons âThe Boy Next Doorâ? Absolutely yes.
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Let me be your friend ⊠at a distance, it reads.
This idiot.
Me? Obsessed with @monbons âThe Boy Next Doorâ? Absolutely yes.
Read it on AO3
Carry On Countdown Day 17: Surprise!
Todayâs art is a slight spoiler for the wonderful @monbonsâs incredible fic, The Boy Next Door . If you havenât read it yet, I IMPLORE you to give it a go. It runs the whole gamut of emotions a fic can elicit, from heartbreak to wholesome, dramatic to domestic, sweet and sharp and saucy in turn.
You should absolutely read it.
Have you read it? Yes? Good, then peek below the cut for the surpriseâŠ
BUNBAZ IS HEEEEEEEERE!
It's my birthday and Halloween and Christmas rolled into one: @monbons's Bunbaz is here.
I didn't think to film the bunboxing, but it would have been a lot of high-pitched squealing from me, and Manwitch going "wow, that's incredibly good." And he is! The goodest!
He visited with his pals.
And the rest of the gang.
He let the littles try on his shoes.
He answered the burning questions:
He even let Mini Bunbaz play with his football.
At the end of a big day in his new home, Bunbaz curled up for bed.
@monbons, I have no words. I LOVE him. Good thing hoodie season has begun where I live.
While carrying Bunbaz around with me all day, and protecting him from a Labrador who fell instantly in love with him, I had a strange sense of déjà vu. And then I realized that before I properly conceived of Bunbaz, before Wayward Bun and Basil Pitch's Diary, I wrote this in Size You Up (7k, T):
Sometimes I think about chewing on Baz. Not even chewing, really, just carrying him in my mouth. (The Wellbeloves have a dog, some kind of retriever, that carries a stuffed rabbit room to room.) I wouldnât really put Baz in my mouth. Obviously heâd smother. ... âSimon? Why do you have a Labrador tail?" I think of when my wings and tail burst out, of what I most wanted in that moment. Of carrying Baz in my mouth from room to room.
I am Simon, I am the Wellbeloves' dog, and I am living the fucking dream. Thank you, @monbons, from the bottom of my heart.
(Tagging Bunbaz stans @artsyunderstudy, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla, @ivelovedhimthroughworse,
@rimeswithpurple, @skeedelvee, and @thewholelemon, because takes a warren and I think you'd like to see him.)
Simon and Bazâs adventures in Omaha! Part 3
Simon and Baz met their cousins from @monbons side of the family