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My wife drew me snowbaz with a Hotel Transylvania reference 🥺💖
guess who’s my fave from the raven cycle, which i, again, nearly typed as the ronan cycle which is a dead give-away on the matter of choosing the fave.
I didn't get to post anything on Sunday, but here I am!
Thank you so much for tagging me in the past few days @alexalexinii, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @cutestkilla and @rimeswithpurple.
I've finally finished writing on my anon fics 🎉 and I can now work on my snowbaz speed dating fic. 🥳
Here's a snippet (Baz's POV):
Still, I run outside with my heart in my throat, following the few people who have already left, either with someone or with their head down. The blinding light of the sun makes me squint as I look at the pavement, across the street, down the road. Snow is nowhere to be seen, and I feel my heart sinking.
He didn’t leave his number.
I only have his name, and I start to wonder if it was even his actual name. What if it was all a lie?
“Looking for someone?” a voice says behind me.
I turn around, and there he is, in all his freckled glory, his leg bent at the knee as he leans against the wall of the building and looks at me with a challenge in his eyes.
“What if I am?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. I should probably just tell him I was trying to get his number, but he’s so infuriatingly handsome that he makes me prickly with anxiety.
He doesn’t reply for a long moment, his eyes boring into mine.
Then he turns his head and pushes himself off the wall, pointing his chin towards the end of the road. “Fancy a curry?” he asks. “Or are you too posh for it?”
Tagging (no pressure): @pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @avenueofesc, @crazybutgood, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @captain-aralias, @thewholelemon, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @artsyunderstudy, @j-nipper-95, @littlewinnow, @larkral, @ebbpettier, @blackberrysummerblog, @crazybutgood, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart and anyone who fancies sharing what they're working on.
loving the lord of the rings so far
Simon calls Baz babe when he’s being especially soft with him. I don't doubt he would use it in many different scenarios (such as flirting) but it stands out that in canon, Simon uses it to lovingly comfort him.
It came up after sex, during a time he was likely experiencing being connected to him, a connection he has never felt before (and also release he couldn’t when he had magic. Is this magic? he wonders when they're climaxing). But it wasn't just that: Simon realized Baz was feeling very vulnerable and freaking out, and that's when it comes out. Babe... It makes "are you okay?" come out so much more softer and gentle.
When they're talking about Penny freeing Shepard from his curse, Simon says "just you, babe" ("you're the only person who's cursed here" to answer Baz's "is anyone cursed here?") It's a delicate subject for Baz, but babe makes it playful. It takes off the edge.
When they're in Baz's parents' house and Simon is making damn sure Baz is getting fed, he asks Baz to pass the salt, and Baz doesn't answer. He hears Simon, but he's fucking stressed and concentrating on doing this one task (eating in front of his family) that's so loaded for him. Baz is a bit lost inside his own head. Simon uses babe to get to him then, and Baz immediately responds. Babe is gentle (just like how Baz likes it) and reassuring. (It's an answer to how Baz wants to be loved, and the type of love that comes naturally to him. Words aren't Simon's love language, but he's learning that Baz wants and needs to hear certain things out loud. Baz uses "love" and "darling" similarly)
I got my hands on physical copies of Cuckoos Three today!!! It looks so good!!! (And smells nice).
Get your paws on a copy in August! (Preorders are available on Amazon already!)
marauders sent James to get a random cat for their prank idea but he got distracted and brought the cat to Regulus to cheer him up instead
When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teethchattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart.
They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer.
Danae - 1907/1908 - Gustav Klimt
For the wolfstar people, rosekiller mfers and Dorlene babys.
im-not-a-skelmersdale-monster
Absolute shenanigans
daco-broman
this is the best video on this whole website
Just some cuties I don’t draw enough
Snowbaz my one and only’s!!
jegulus among the stars
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just to hide outside your door 🐍🍎
