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“Snow is your name,” Baz says. “Possibly. Who named you anyway?”
Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell
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How every Snowbaz fanfic reads like to me and I eat it up every time.
happy pride month everyone
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“The neighbors don’t even know we’re moving in. They’re at work.”
“Well, they will wonder, once they get a look at us. We’re cool and mysterious and better-looking than any couple has a right to be.”
—From Epilogue, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell.
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Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.
(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)
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simon constantly doubting his relationship with baz in wayward son is so painful but at the same time I’m like bestie he taught you how to drive a manual without getting upset once. marry him
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Happy Birthday to Baz, a lucky vampire who gets to grow old with his true love.
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AUgust week 2: Bartender Baz
(Short fic under the cut)
BAZ
The man farthest down the bar has been sitting alone for the last two hours. His face, handsome in a sort of boyish way (somehow reminiscent of a puppy yet to grow into its adult paws), has been getting redder and sadder with every passing drink. Every now and then I catch him muttering something to himself, but when he’s not been drinking he’s kept his head firmly pressed into his folded arms on top of the counter, and it’s been impossible to make the words out.
The group of men I’m serving take their massive tray of drinks and leave, and in this rare moment of calm I very casually make my way over, mug and rag in hand to give myself something to do while I inquire.
“… Rough day?” I ask. The man turns his head to speak.
“Fuckin’ Jeremy,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ Aggie, too.” His flushed cheek is smushed into his sweater, and his eyes are glassy.
“What did they do? Jeremy and Aggie?”
“Well, fuck Jeremy because he was supposed to show up and didn’t, and fuck Aggie for telling me he’d be down to meet in the first place! I mean, who does that?? Why’d she even set me up with him in the first place, if he wasn’t even gonna show?”
“That’s rough. Is Jeremy your boyfriend, then?”
The man sits up straight (or as straight as he can) and looks at me while gesturing wildly. “He isn’t! That’s the fucked part! I don’t even know the guy so why do I care, right, but like, what if I’m so inhern— inhurnent— inherrntly unlovable that he like sensed it and went all ‘nah, fuck Simon, gross’ and didn’t even give me a shot?!”
“You’re probably not inherently unlovable. I think very few people truly are,” I say. He sighs and props his head up with his hands.
“What’s worse is this whole thing was set up by Aggie, of all people. Not only did SHE not even want me anymore, but now she’s gonna know other people don’t EITHER.”
The guy, Simon, doesn’t look unlovable. Not at all.
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AUgust week 3: childhood friends, part 2!
(Lil fic under the cut)
PENNY
My name is Penelope Bunce, and I have three friends. Simon’s a whole one, because he was my first friend, and so is Agatha even though she likes to pretend we aren’t whole friends.
Shepard is half my friend and half Premal’s, because they’re in the same grade. He’s a Normal, so Mum doesn’t want us to be around him much, but today we are anyways because he lives next door to the house the Coven is meeting at.
Basil is also my half friend, but that’s because he’s really bad at paying attention to me when I ask him very nicely to do so. Mostly when Simon’s around. Sometimes he’s really bad at paying attention because he gets sad about his Mum. I think he’d be less sad if he wore different colors, but his Dad won’t let him because they’re in mourning.
The bug I’ve found worms it’s way across my palms, and Basil turns his head after Simon instead of looking at it like he should. I want to show it to Agatha, but she would be mad if I dropped it on her. Shepard’s already learned to write, so he’s too old for bugs. And Simon’s busy running around. My fingers curl carefully around the bug to keep it from leaving. I don’t like the other kids here, the ones that aren’t my three friends.
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From “Snow for Christmas” in Scattered Showers by @rainbowrowell
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*More sketches of a long line of unfinished works —I mean, work in progress.
Thanks for the previous WIP-Wednesday and Six Sentences Sunday Tags to @artsyunderstudy @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @theearlgreymage @j-nipper-95 @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @shemakesmeforget @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @nausikaaa @wellbelesbian @fatalfangirl I haven’t been very active (or very healthy) last month but your wips always bring motivitation/joy to my days. Thanks for tagging me! Here some messy sketches of projects that may or may not will be finished someday.
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Today on Mother’s Day, a few thoughts about Malcolm Grimm … whom I’ve never seen as a hero or a villain.
But … he did buck every rule and convention to harbor and protect Baz, knowing he was a vampire …
In a world where vampires are slaughtered on sight and seen as a grave threat.
Baz is pretty sure that his mother would have followed the rules, but he knows that his father didn’t. That his father loved him too much to be rational.
Instead Malcolm stocked the fields and woods and barns with blood sacrifices.
Imagine how terrified Malcolm must have been to send Baz to Watford, knowing Baz would have to fend for himself there, knowing what would happen if he was found out.
Imagine how Malcolm must feel about Simon Snow, once he hears that the Chosen One is telling everyone who will listen that Malcolm’s son is a monster.
Imagine how scared Malcolm is every day that someone will notice how different Baz plainly is.
And still he suggests that Baz try to talk to someone about … it.
Malcolm Grimm! I have complicated feelings about you, buddy.
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