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[die-skizze]

wayward son crew to cheer up your day a little :)

[littleveles]

» But no one loves magic like I do. None of the other magicians - none of my classmates, none of their parents - know what it's like to live without magic.

Only I know.

And I'll do anything to make sure it's always here for me to come home to. «

- Simon Snow, Carry on - Rainbow Rowell

[thisisworsethanitlookslike]

I just need...the new Carry On/Wattford merch....I hngh need it

[thereaderwhotriestowrite]

Slumber - Snowbaz fic

Just posted in mine and @wildfirewarren  Wattpad so check that out too she has a story posted on there and it’s great ^_^ Our Wattpad: WildfireThunderstorm

This is just some fluffy stuff as if they’re still at Wattford and aren’t dating yet :)

Baz POV:

The duvet is too hot, the air too stuffy, and there is no way in hell I can sleep tonight. I haven’t been able to feed down in the catacombs for a few days, cuz of damn snow playing detective again. Followed me everywhere, like he’s obsessed or something.

But I can’t think like that. I’ll start to think about Snow thinking about me, and that can never end well - I mean it’s not like he thinks about me the same way I dream about him… He might be obsessed with me, but not in the same way I’ve been obsessing over him since I was eleven.

Seriously, if Snow ever thinks it’s hard having to share a room with his enemy - try sharing a room with the love of your life. Oh yeah, who thinks your his nemesis. For five years. Yeah try that sometime.

So I just lie in the dark in this endless loop of Simon Snow in my head: his moles scattered haphazardly across his body, his curls (oh his curls) just limp across his face as if it’s just no big deal to being that close to lips that perfect, I mean just look at his mouth slightly parted as he breathes deeply in slumber, soft, rosy and everything I’ve ever wanted…

“What are you doing Baz?”

Shit shit shit shit shit Shit.

“I mean you’ve been staring at me for like a while now and even you can’t sleep with your eyes open”

Well he’s not in slumber then. I still haven’t looked away, maybe I can try and pull off the sleeping thing? Surely it can’t make it any worse? I have literally no plausible excuse for doing this. Especially at 3:00 AM - I mean what’s he doing awake now anyway? Damn it - I blinked. Well that’s the sleeping thing out the window and the seconds are ticking by and I have done nothing. Except my traitor eyelids have blinked. But I’ve disowned them.

Simon’s POV:

Maybe he’s ill? No, his skin looks fine, but it’s hard to tell when it’s that pale all the time.

Other than the fact it’s kind of creepy and it must be a part of some plot, I’m sort of relieved he hasn’t responded because the conversation (if you can even call it that) has been going pretty well so far, far better than it would if I would actually have to think of a good comeback. He’s never really been in the other side before; it’s normally me doing the stammering and struggling to reply. Now I think about it I should probably take a leaf out if Baz’s book and just keep quiet.

He’s still staring at me and hasn’t said anything, maybe he’s trying to hypnotize me? I’ve heard vampires can do that sort of thing but I could be getting it confused with something else. I should look away anyway just in case … but I don’t want to.

Baz POV:

Hes still staring intently at me, expecting some witty remark, but I can’t bring myself to. Here, now, during the night when he’s meant to be asleep , is the only time I get to look at him properly.

He hasn’t cut us guard up like he usually does around me - as if I’m going to ambush him.

And I he can’t ask why I’m looking. Normally, anyway.

He probes at me again “why so interested in my face tonight Baz?”

His hands are folded on the pillow with his chin on top facing me. Is adorable, and he looks generally interested in what I have to say.

And maybe it’s because I’m sleep deprived - Or maybe it’s because of how he still looks like the sun in the moonlight - Or maybe it’s just because I did what I bloody wanted to for once -

But in a single movement I knocked him off his elbows, ran my hand through his hair and -

Simon POV:

-Baz is kissing me.

There’s a sort of need behind it - I can’t help but wonder how long he’s wanted this, heck, how long I’ve wanted this (but I do)… but I can think about that later.

Right now Baz’s hand in my hair is forcing me closer as I lie helplessly below him. He steps back suddenly and looks into my eyes, his face suddenly so awake, his eyes wide and uncertain like I’ve never seen them before. He seems suddenly aware of the line he’s crossed and is waiting for a sign from me it’s okay. We’re both so still except for how heavy our breath is, (I must be bright red by now) but all I want is for him to carry on and,

I don’t know why it’s okay, but it is.

[youreworsethannicotine]

Very small giveaway alert~~ So for Christmas my mom got me two Carry On shirts, however she ordered this shirt in a Women's 2X, and then realized her mistake and then ordered a men's size instead. It's never been worn, and still has the tags attached. Redbubble was awesome and sent us this one instead. So I'm giving this away, and a $20 Amazon gift card so you can pre-order the paperback version of Carry On, or you can wait a few weeks for a signed hardback book of Carry On. Giveaway is super super simple, giveaway ends Feb 15, 11:59PM EST, no giveaway blogs, reblog as much as you want, likes count, I will ship worldwide, you have 24 hours to respond, and you must be okay with giving me your address. Have fun, and good luck! :)

[littleveles]

"You were the sun, and I was crashing into you."

Literal goddess Rainbiw Rowel, our lord and savior

[littleveles]

Simon Snow

»He's just a boy.«

[bisexshell-mermaid]

Our Wattford boys love Beyonce

Ok, so Simon is browsing through his spotify or something, looking for new music to listen to because Baz takes the piss outta his music taste which hurts his pride. So he’s browsing through spotify when he sees a Beyonce album and he’s like ‘huh, who’s this, she looks cool’ because he’s been living under a rock his entire life and has only just found her because fostering homes and Wattford.

 And before he knows it, he’s hooked. He sings ‘Pretty Hurts’ and ‘Crazy in Love’ almost constantly and dances crazily whilst cleaning his and Baz’s apartment and has cheeky listens at work. But he always makes sure Baz doesn’t notice or finds out. He even goes as far to make a separate spotify account so Baz won’t see what he’s been listening to. It’s his guilty little pleasure and if Baz found out, or even Penny for that matter, he would feel moRTIFIED.

So anyway, one day he’s cleaning the apartment and he has ‘Single Ladies’ on as high as he wants because Baz won’t be home for hours and dammit, he’s a free man. He’s dancing and singing (very badly might i add) to the music and it’s so loud he doesn’t hear the door open. He doesn’t here his boyfriend’s voice say, ‘ Simon I’m home early’ over the loud music and he’s so lost in his own world, dancing like a maniac.

Baz frowns at the music and walks into the small living room only to find his stupid and wonderful boyfriend prancing around like a complete twat and screeching the lyrics in time with Beyonce. He stands still and watches, slyly waiting for Simon to notice him.

Simon doesn’t notice him at all until like, 2 mins in to the song and when he turns around, he’s mid way through a ring shake. Simon gasps and his face goes red with embarrassment as he hurries to turn the music off. Baz revels in the desperate scrambling and stays completely still, not indicating anything.

Simon turns to Baz again when the music is off completely, his face basically a tomato, and just kinda doesn’t say anything because he thinks Baz is thinking awful things and oH GOD HOW DARE HE LET BAZ FIND OUT ABOUT THIS HE’LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT AND-

‘Simon’, says Baz, making Simon fucking flinch so hard he can feel his curls jump.

‘Y-yes’, replies Simon, embarrassed beyond his poor little mind and just wondering what the hell Baz is gonna say because HE KNOWS.

‘You were doing it wrong’, says Baz, stepping forward to the now shocked Simon, ‘You don’t move your hips or hands like that, Crowley. Beyonce would be disappointed in you Snow, because’, Baz pauses to take in Simon’s glowing red face contort with shock and he allows himself to smirk at his stupid boyfriend, ‘that was frankly awful to watch’.

Simon watches him move towards the music player and continues to stare in disbelief because what the fuck why isn’t Baz freaking out that much like, he is a grown man and he was fucking dancing around to music meant for independent women and people that could dancee.

Baz turns the song back on and Simon resists the urge to sing along because Baz is right there. He’s lost his dignity.

But then Baz takes his hand and says, ‘Come on you numpty, I’ll teach you how to do it properly because I am basically Beyonce’s biggest fan’

Simons mouth gapes open but he can’t say anything because the music is still on and Baz is demonstrating and damn he’s good.

They spend the rest of the evening dancing and prancing around to Beyonce and Simon could honestly say that choosing to listen to Beyonce had been the best choice he’s ever made, and that includes eating a cherry scone for the first time, because this Baz is the Baz he loves the most.