Thursday’s the new Wednesday, right?
Thank you to everyone who tagged me yesterday and Sunday. I love seeing what you are cooking up. I’ve been trying to share too but am apparently shadowbanned so you’re not getting notifications of mentions.
Here’s the last tiny!Baz snippet before the Sweethearts fics post. For context, Baz is six inches tall and has been hiding out in the tower room. Simon takes him out for air under cover of darkness.
“What’s that one?” Simon asks. He’s leaning back on one hand, pointing the other at the sky. It’s easy, lying in his lap, to sight down the length of his arm.
“Cassiopeia. A queen.”
“She looks like a W.”
“She does.” A month ago I’d have mocked him, but he’s right. She’s a fucking W.
We relapse into silence. I’m so comfortable.
Snow’s been asking about constellations all night, and I’ve been telling him. For someone who dropped Astrology the first chance he got, Snow’s surprisingly interested in the night sky.
Snow insisted I lie on him for warmth. And that I bundle in a woolly mitten. It’s connected by a string to its mate, which dangles over Snow’s shoulder. “Ebb gave me these when I was a kid,” he told me.
Not long ago, I’d have thrown some barb about the goatherd. “How thoughtful of her,” I said tonight.
And because notifications didn’t work on Sunday and because I am a shameless self-promoter, here is a ficlet starring a pining, drunk teen Baz from Lady Ruth’s POV: Snowvians Unite (500, T).
Tagging everyone I can think of as a desperate shout into the void: @stillmadaboutpetra, @prettylightsbigcity, @im-gettingby, @moodandmist, @johnwgrey, @ileadacharmedlife, @martsonmars, @mostlymaudlin, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @takitalks, @forabeatofadrum, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @otherworldsivelivedin, @urban-sith, @facewithoutheart, @theotherhufflepuff, @palimpsessed, @cutestkilla, @stardustasincocaine, @sillyunicorn, @tea-brigade, @confused-bi-queer, @whatevertheweather, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @jbrrring, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above