I met Baz three years ago on tumblr. One day I saw an edit of his on my dash and I went to check his blog. The guy made black and white aesthetics that looked awesome in a dark sort of way. So I started to follow him. After he reblogged a video of a guy playing violin, I decided to send him a message.
Dragonwings61: for a disturbed guy, you really have an interesting choice in music
Disturbed-pitch: So because I’m disturbed you feel like I’m not allowed to like classical music?
Dragonwings61: Shit sorry didn’t mean it like that.
Dragonwings61: What I meant to say was
Dragonwings61: I’ve never really heard classic music before but I really liked the song :)
Disturbed-pitch: It’s one of my favourites, you should try to listen to more :)
It started there and we haven’t stopped talking since. We became so close that last year I really wanted to see what he looked like. He’d become my best friend and I wanted to see his face.
Dragonwings61: I wanna ask you something
Disturbed-pitch: Hey. What is it?
Dragonwings61: I’ve been thinking about this a lot
Dragonwings61: And I really don’t want you to freak out ok?
Disturbed-pitch: Go on.
Dragonwings61: I just
Dragonwings61: I really wanna see what you look like
Dragonwings61: pls don’t freak out, If you’re not comfortable with this pls forget I ever asked
Disturbed-pitch: It’s fine Simon… I thought about it myself quite a few times lately.
Dragonwings61: so is that a yes?
Disturbed-pitch: Yes I’d like to see your stupid face too :)
Dragonwings61: I bet your face looks more stupid than mine
Disturbed-pitch: We shall see
We exchanged photos and one day, I was having trouble with my homework–I’d never cared for math–and he wanted to help me out so we skyped. And I’m glad we did. Baz is beautiful. He rolls his eyes a lot at me and fucking sneers but… I just really like looking at him. I like Baz a lot.
After that we became even closer. We talked almost everyday, first only for a few minutes then for hours on end. We would just turn skype on and do our own thing, like studying, or reading. Baz even played violin a few times for me to see and it was so fucking beautiful. Everything he does is perfect.
Now it’s the end of the summer and I’m going to university in a few days. I haven’t figured out what I want to major in but I’ll try a few different classes and see what sticks.
I told Baz my plan of moving to London months ago–I live in Manchester and Baz leaves in Hampshire–and he hasn’t said a word as to where he’s going. I’d love to meet him one day… I’ve just never had the courage to ask him. But I really want to touch him, make sure he’s real. I mean, of course he’s real, but I’ve never seen him outside of my screen before.
I’m at my laptop scrolling through tumblr when Baz asks to skype. I accept.
“Hey Baz.” I smile at him. I’m always happy to see him.
“Listen… I’ve been meaning to tell you something for awhile.”
I stare at him through the screen. Why is he nervous? He’s making me feel nervous “Okay.”
“I just…” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair “You know that I’m going to university.”
I look at him expectantly. Is he finally telling me where he’s going? It’s not like him to keep things a secret; not from me anyway.
“This doesn’t have to mean anything but–” he continues, and he’s blushing right now and I feel like blushing myself just by the way he’s looking at me. “I’m going to London.”
“What?” Wait, what? Did he really just say–
“London. I’m going to fucking London, Simon.”
“Why?” I ask stupidly. But I start grinning at him like an idiot. We’re going to be in the same city. Fuck, I’m gonna be able to hang out with him and actually see his face.
“Well there’s a really good school there… Besides, there’s someone I was really hoping to meet in person.” I feel my cheeks burning as he says this.
Holy shit this is really happening. I’m going to finally meet Baz. “When are you moving to London?”
“I’m already here. I just arrived at my aunt’s flat a few hours ago.” Then he grabs his laptop and turns it around so that I can see his new room.
“Baz?” I call him, and he puts his laptop on the desk again.
“I’m gonna be in London in a few days.”
“Let’s meet?” I say unsure, interrupting him.
“I’d like that.” he tells me, half smiling.
And there’s nothing to lose now, so I might as well try my luck. “As in, a date.”
“Oh?” He looks surprised.
“Is that cool?”
“Fuck, of course it is, Simon.”
We agreed to meet at Kings Cross, Baz said he would pick me up when I arrived (everything that I own fits into a bag) and then we would go on our date. I can’t believe this is happening, that he actually said yes to go out with me.
I’ve been so nervous the last couple of days because of this, of finally going to meet him. But as the train arrives at the station and I exit the platform all that anxiety melts away when I notice him staring right at me.
Once I reach him I let my bag drop to the floor. I put my arms around him to pull him closer into a tight hug and he does the same. He feels so good this close to me, and smells incredible, I don’t know how to describe it other than that he smells posh and it really fits him.
“Baz.” I say, grinning into his neck. I still can’t believe that he’s actually here in front of me.
“Hello, Simon,” he says, and it’s muffled by my hair. He holds me tight against him longer than necessary before letting me go.
When I step back all I can focus on are his lips. They were so close to mine. And I just really want to kiss him.
I put my hand on his neck and make slow movements with my thumb. “I want to kiss you…” I start,“but we haven’t even been on a date yet.” That gets me a eye roll from him.
“We’re not exactly strangers,” he says, leaning into me.
He’s so close now; if I just leaned a bit forward, we’d be kissing. “I know, but I still want to take you on a–”
When I was a nipper, the Baz Sherlock Holmes films were always on the telly, and so my first - and lasting - sense of him is as that honourable man, clever and a little cutting, but cerebral and on the side of the good guys. It’s the role of his that looms largest of course, but it’s quite an anomaly in his career of dastardly plotters, evil swashbucklers, obsessive scientists, snobby, urbane, gleefully cruel villains. It’s the physique and the profile that made him so right for Holmes that also makes him perfect for the villains; taller, haughtier, more nose to look down.
And he is a fabulous villain (and I’m not just talking about Guy of Gisborne’s amazing outfits) because he is a great actor, and he plays the roles with relish as well as enough restraint to never be over the top. What’s particularly endearing about him is his willingness - later in his career - to spoof himself and his earlier roles with huge abandon: his outrageous turn in Comedy of Terrors, his joyful sending up of both Robin Hood and The Mark of Zorro in The Court Jester - a pisstake and homage both of (possibly) the two greatest swordfights in classic Hollywood.
In the middle ground between these two extremes, there are some really good roles and great performances - it’s hard not to get typecast as either a villain or a hero, and it happened to Baz at times, but there’s enough interesting other stuff in his career to give you a glimpse of how varied an actor he could be.
Favourite Role: well I guess it has to be Guy of Gisborne in The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) because he is fucking fabulous, everyone is fucking fabulous, he gets to buckle Errol’s swash (always a great thing), it’s glorious colour, it’s just one of the most entertaining films around.
Another good place to start: The Dawn Patrol (1938) where he gives an excellent performance as a CO cracking under the strain of sending men out to die, two of whom are Errol Flynn and David Niven. It’s a bloody great film about the hopelessness of war, and all three of them are amazing in it (it’s the film that Flynned me for good. Also slashtastic). Also The Mark of Zorro (1940) because I do love a good swordfight, Baz this time cheating on Errol with Tyrone Power; it’s fun, it’s fast paced, it has ridiculously tight trousers. Baz comes out the loser of course, because he’s the villain, but he’s super ace in it.
what up, folks, i sure do love some of that projecting-myself-onto-characters so here we go:
- it’s 1996, Bill is around 20-ish? (lmao did i math that right?)
- and out comes the incredible Romeo + Juliet, directed by Baz Luhrmann
- Bill and Stan go on a date to see it and Bill falls in love with the film
- he cries at the end
- “Bill, you knew what happened at the end before we went in there”
- “I know but it’s so sad and beautiful!”
- he goes to see it two more times
- once with Stan, the other on his own
- [he also gets a total crush on Leo DiCaprio]
- he buys the play (which he already read in high school but never owned)
- and makes a mixtape for Stan with Kissing You by Des'ree on it
- he feels so much love for him listening to the song
- it becomes Their Song
- he likes to quote the balcony scene to Stan a lot
- “parting is such sweet sorrow that i shall say goodnight till it be morrow” has become a typical goodbye from Bill to Stan
- “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” -Bill @ Stan
- then it’s October and they’re invited to a Halloween party
- “Stan, we NEED to go as Romeo and Juliet!”
- “hmm…i don’t know”
- “Stan, please, I’ll do anything”
- Stan was only teasing of course and is more than happy to
- So Bill goes as Romeo with the armour on
- and Stan is Juliet
- how damn beautiful would Stanley be in that white angel costume???
- and at the party there’s a fish tank
- it’s no r+j big tank but it’s enough for Bill and Stan to re-enact the scene
- “you’re so beautiful, Bill”
- cue a blushing Bill
- he’s like “…thanks”
- and Stan’s like “did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
- Bill just stares at him with a massive grin
- “Stan, did you just…?”
- Stan nods, smiling back at him
- “God, I love you”
- “and you’re in favour where you’re in love”
Well since it was my prom, I decided to do some SnowBaz being declared prom kings (this is probably what happened that night)
Simon: As your prom king. I am your ruler
(That Parks and Recreations reference tho)
Summary: coffee shop au (ish. at first). fluffiest of the fluff.
note: in this au baz is more openly gay and confident in that sense. also more happy. probably because he’s not a vampire. simon is more bashful. probably because baz is supermegafoxyawesomehot.
please let me know what you think! I love feedback (good or bad) and it makes my day to know that people are actually reading my writing eheh c:
Simon froze. He slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the person he had just spilled coffee all down the front of. Deep grey eyes. Dark hair. An expensive-looking dark blue sweater, now covered in coffee. He stared incredulously down at his dripping sweater then up at Simon.
“I- I’m so sorry!” Simon stuttered, he felt his cheeks turn pink. “I’ll just go get-” He gestured vaguely towards the napkins at the front of the coffee shop, turned, and promptly tripped over a chair. A hand shot out from nowhere and caught his arm as he fell, pulling him upright.
“Apology accepted. Are you always this clumsy?” Simon glanced at his arm caught in sweater-boy’s grasp and quickly snatched it back. The boy’s lips were quirked in an amused smirk but his eyes were friendly.
“Yes. No.” Simon cringed. “I don’t know.” He couldn’t seem to find the right words. It was all that boy’s fault. He was looking at Simon with those grey eyes and Simon couldn’t think straight. “Sorry.” Simon muttered. The boy laughed and shook his head.
“Baz.” He held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.” Simon reluctantly extended his own. “I’m Simon. Simon Snow.”
“Snow? What kind of name is that?” The smirk returned, more pronounced this time.
Simon squared his shoulders and frowned. “Mine, that’s what kind of name it is.”
“You’re really going to talk to me like that after what you did to my sweater?” He pointed at the brown stain slowly sinking into the knitted fabric.
“Oh. Right, sorry.”
“Apology not accepted.”
“Good. Wait, what?”
“I said, apology not accepted.” Baz moved past Simon to grab napkins from the counter. Simon dumbfoundedly watched him go. Apology not accepted? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Baz returned a few moments later with a fist full of napkins and a mischievous smile on his face.
“Apology not accepted,” he paused, “Unless, you let me buy you a coffee to make up for the one you wasted on my sweater.”
Simon frowned, “Fine.”
“As a date.”
Simon blushed, “Fine…”
Baz dabbed nonchalantly at his sweater. “Like I’m a guy and you’re a guy, and we’re going to go on a date. Romantically.”
Simon blushed harder, “Okay.”
The golden-haired boy, Simon, was hot. There was no denying it. One glance at him and Baz couldn’t tear his eyes away. He looked delicious, like something you could eat. A human pastry. A scone, perhaps. Or, like, a really attractive waffle. (Tawny skin and golden hair. Waffle. Baz wasn’t crazy).
Baz didn’t usually ask guys on a date out of the blue like that. He’d been splashed with hot coffee and looked up at the offender, expecting to see some grumpy businessman, only to find an irresistibly rumpled and comically bewildered boy staring up at him with wide blue eyes. He couldn’t be mad at that. And he stuttered. Absolutely adorable. Hardly knowing what he was doing, it felt as if some outside force compelled him to ask the boy out.
And now he was hand in hand with Simon in a park. It was unreal.
That first date was spent saying less than they wanted, and what little was said didn’t come out right. The next date was better.
“What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”
Simon scrunched his eyebrows, “I don’t know. I don’t really think about whether or not something is stupid, I just do it.” They were hand in hand in that same park lying on a grassy hill under the darkening autumn sky. There was a slight chill in the air and Baz scooted closer to Simon.
“Hey!” His chin jutted forward. “I am not! What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”
“Ask you out.” Baz teased. Simon made a little frustrated grumbling sound in his throat. “But actually,” Baz continued, “One time I locked my sister in her closet on accident. Then I forgot about it and my mom and I spent the whole day looking for her.”
“That is stupid.”
“What’s you’re mom like?”
“Nice. And stern. And…” he paused, searching for the right way to say it. “Dead.” He cringed at the way the word fell flat in the air. It just stuck there, unmoving and uncomfortable. There wasn’t really a right way to say it. He felt Simon tense up. “Oh.”
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” Simon was silent. Baz chuckled, “Great second date topic. I obviously know how to get all the guys.” Simon laughed, “You should try spilling coffee on them. Works every time.”
“I’ll try to remember that. Thanks for the advice, Snow.”
“Was that sarcasm?”
“What do you think.”
“I think it was.”
“Look at you, Snow, the bloody genius.” He sat up and made a grand sweeping motion at some pigeons nearby, “Did you hear that, birds? Why aren’t you bowing down to the all-powerful mastermind overlord Snow? You are not worthy subjects.” The pigeons cooed and pecked at the grass. Baz snorted and turned to Simon, “Peasants, am I right?”
Simon shook with silent laughter. “Am I king of the pigeons?” He choked out, struggling to sit up. Baz grinned, “Yes, but some day you hope to expand your kingdom to include the rodents.”
“What about humans? May I some day lord over them as well?”
“No. They are too beneath you. They are not worth your time.”
“Of course.” Simon grinned back at him. “I knew that. I was just testing you.” Baz stood up and swept him a low graceful bow, extending a hand. “I did not doubt you for a moment, oh mighty Snow.”
Simon took his hand and Baz pulled him up with unexpected force. Enough that Simon stumbled forward into Baz. And suddenly there they were.
Faces centimeters apart.
Bodies pressed together.
Hot breath quivering with life in the cool air.
Dusty grey eyes staring into sky blue ones.
And Simon felt he was falling, falling…and Baz caught him with his lips. And they were kissing. More than kissing. It was a dance, pressing forward and falling back, feeling and tasting and touching and smelling. Baz smelled of cedar and bergamot and Simon inhaled deeply, a small sigh escaping him as Baz tugged gently at his hair. His hands left trails of tingling skin wherever they touched on his neck and face.
Simon was soft and warm. His lips were hot and his hands gripped firmly on Baz’s neck. And he tasted like a pastry. Baz had to break away to laugh. Simon looked worried.
“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re perfect. You’re absolutely wonderful, it’s just-” He laughed again. “You taste like a pastry.”
“I do?” He looked utterly bewildered, curls haphazardly falling in his face. Irresistible.
“Yes, you do. Now shut up and kiss me.” Baz leaned in but Simon pulled away.
“Why is that funny?”
Baz groaned at the effort of having to explain himself. “When I first saw you I thought you looked delicious. Like a pastry, that’s the metaphor I used. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know why. All I know is that you’re absolutely beautiful so can I please kiss you now?”
Simon didn’t reply. Instead he twisted his fingers in Baz’s hair and pulled his lips to his own. And Baz was falling, falling. And he never wanted to come back.
nervous flyer and random seat mate AU? simon or baz could be either one :D
a/n: this took on a life of its own
baz glances up from his book at the strangled hiss. it’s his neighbor, the cute one with the blond hair- he looks sick. and terrified. baz winces, turns back to his book.
the plane starts a little as it starts taxi-ing, and the blond jumps violently in his seat. baz sneaks another sideways look at him, taking in his corded arms and tightly shut eyes, and feels an unexpected twinge of pity.
he really is cute.
“i have some flight sickness pills,” he suggests casually, flicking his eyes away when the man snaps his head towards the unexpected intrusion. “if you want.”
he can feel the suspicious glare raking up and down him, and shifts his head forward to hide his sneer. and his blush.
“because i don’t want to be vomited on. obviously.”
the blond stiffens even more, if that’s possible. “no.”
“fine,” snaps baz, and returns to his book.
he doesn’t know why he even bothered.
they’re actually in the air now, and baz is fairly sure that the man would be crying if he had slightly less pride. as it is, he’s very loudly sucking in air and shaking so that baz can feel it from a seat over. he rolls his eyes.
“honestly- take the fucking pills, okay? jesus.”
“i don’t need-” he cuts off as the plane hits turbulence, and his entire body seems to blanch. he freezes, face twisted with panic.
“christ- okay, look, just- deep breaths, okay? in, and out.” because it looks as if the stranger has stopped breathing. he doesn’t protest, just squeezes his eyes eyes shut and follows baz’s instructions.
color returns to his cheeks, slowly, and baz sits back. “do you want-”
“i do not want the fucking pills, okay?”
baz sneers. “i was going to ask if you wanted a soda, or something. calm down.”
he blushes. “umm. right, sorry.” he shuffles awkwardly for a minute. “thank you. my name’s simon.”
he manages to fall asleep, head drooping over to rest on baz’s shoulder. baz thinks about shrugging it off, but takes one look at his face (an awkward affair involving precarious twists of the neck) and decides against it, going back to his book.
the stranger- simon- wakes up, turns green, and hurriedly engages baz in conversation.
they live near each other, it turns out.
they exchange phone numbers.
“i- well, i wanted to say- i mean- thank you,” mumbles simon, blushing fiery red.
“it was nothing,” dismisses baz, quirking the corners of his lips up.
“i- you’re- text me,” simon blurts, and immediately flushes darker.
“i will,” says baz, his half smile becoming a fully fledged grin.
they actually end up talking.
simon’s sometimes fucking irritating, but he’s mostly adorable.
they meet for coffee when they can.
they’re at the starbucks where baz works, while he’s on break.
simon teased him mercilessly when he found out.
“you’re so fucking posh, i thought you’d be-”
baz huffs. “what, snow?”
“i dunno,” simon grins. “a king, or something.”
baz grimaces. he’s not far off. “just a barista.”
simon gives his his signature sarcastic look. “just a barista,” he mimics. baz furrows his brow, genuinely confused.
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
one day they go to simon’s flat, after. he opens the peeling door and gestures grandly in. it’s a mess, but baz was expecting that.
“snow, there are-”
simon blushes furiously as he tosses the various clothing items on the couch into the next room. “i wasn’t exactly planning for company, baz, this was a spur of the moment thing.”
“i can see that,” baz sneers, eyebrow raised- but he’s holding back a smile.
they kiss for the first time over crumpled napkins and empty coffee cups- baz breaks away first, reluctantly, face burning and lips parted in a surprised ‘o’.
“sorry,” says simon immediately, face and neck and ears flushed bright red, “i don’t know why-”
baz grabs his collar and smashes their lips together. it’s a little messy, but so are they.
and it makes simon shut up.
they’re cuddled together on simon’s couch when he asks him to move in with him.
“i know you don’t really like your flat, and- well, you’re over here often enough, so i just thought-”
“snow,” says baz slowly, “are you asking me to move in with you?”
“well, yeah,” simon says, watching baz’s face nervously. baz’s face is still as stone- then he grins.
and simon wraps his arms around baz’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss that leaves them both gasping.
baz proposes on a beach at sunset, because god damn it some things are cliches for a reason and simon deserves the best. always.
they’re wandering along the waterline, occasionally dipping their toes in the surf, fingers twined together. simon’s grinning, eyes sparkling and hair a mess tinted red by the setting sun.
baz is grinning too, because how could he not when simon’s this happy?
and they’ve stopped.
baz doesn’t feel like his body belongs to him, he’s so nervous- he doesn’t want to mess up.
simon’s looking at him expectantly, so he clears his throat and reaches for his other hand- they’re facing each other head on, now.
“simon snow,” he begins, and his voice catches. he clears his throat again. “simon snow. you’re everything.”
simon opens his mouth, brow furrowed, and baz silences him with a wave of his hand. “no, just- not now.
“you’re everything, okay? i love you. so much. and i had a fucking speech planned out and now i forgotten it all, of course.
“you were my annoying neighbor on that flight, remember? i thought you were going to puke all over to me, and you wouldn’t take the flight sickness pills for whatever reason and then you practically had a bloody panic attack but you were fucking cute so i tolerated you. and then i got your phone number.
“and then, when i was feeling bored and lonely, i texted you, and you texted back. and we kept texting. obviously. you remember this.
“and then we met for coffee, and you teased me because i was in my uniform, and i remember wanting to kiss that stupid grin off your face. i didn’t.
“so i fell in love with you and one day you kissed me and all i could think that night was thank fucking god that i had gone on that shitty holiday and thank god you decided that you’d try flying just one more time, right? because otherwise we wouldn’t have met. and i think you saved my life.”
he pauses to swallow, and chances a glance up at simon’s face. his eyes are wide.
and baz pulls out his ring, and kneels. he doesn’t even care that he’s getting sand all over his suit.
“simon, i love you. so much.
“will you marry me?”
for a single, heart stopping moment, it’s completely silent but for the sound of the crashing waves.
but then simon’s choking out a “yes, yes yes, of course you bloody idiot-” and tackling baz and there’s sand everywhere but they don’t care, they’re so full of happiness and love-
baz is married in black and simon in white. penny jokes that they’re like yin and yang. they grin at her, hands locked between them.
baz never wants to let go.
“until death do us part.”
they even do that together, falling asleep with wrinkled old fingers clasped and identical peaceful grins.
i’ve been listening to disney music all evening so now this is happening. (also some credit to my lovely pal and partner in all meme crimes; karlee @simonsnoe for yelling with me about this beautiful hc)
snowbaz + disney
simon would literally know the lyrics to all disney songs
and like, i love the hc that simon can sing. so yes. simon can sing and it’s beautiful and baz is all hearteyes.
simon would have disney music playlist because he loves disney music and it just makes him happy. and he loves singing the songs around the flat whenever he gets the chance really
sometimes penny joins but penny isn’t a hardcore disney fan. she likes it but eh.
(they love to do bear necessities together tho)(cuties)
simon and baz watch a lot of disney movies together because they love having movie night ((bc lbr they would cuddle up together on the couch with blankets and everything because they’re two cuddly lil shits like that geT THEM AWAY FROM ME))((them having a movie night is a whole hc in itself))
and so whenever it’s simon’s turn to pick a movie for movie night he’ll pick a disney move 99% of the time.
he particularly loves the old classics like cinderella and sleeping beauty because “they’re just wonderful baz”
the classics just feel the most magical to simon and we all know how much simon loves ~magical~
even though his never ending love for the old classics, simon’s also a big fan of tangled
“you just like tangled bc u think the girl’s cute, snow”
“well, she is cute, but it’s also just really good fuck off baz”
baz doesn’t really like tangled
not because simon thinks rapunzel is cute but because mother gothel and the way she abuses rapunzel reminds baz of the way the mage abused simon
simon is low-key convinced baz isn’t the biggest fan of either disney movies and songs
i mean, yes he watches all the movies with simon and all but he never really sings along or shares simon’s excitement for them.
one day simon hears someone singing in the shower
baz. baz is singing in the shower
“sHALALALLALALALLALA YOU GOTTA KISS THE GURL BOI”
from that moment simon makes baz sing duets with him
ofc he makes them sing ‘love is an open door’ from frozen and they’re just so cute!!!!
one day they’re watching aladdin and simon is swooning because aladdin looks like baz and wowow *hEARTEYES*
“bAz hE LOoKs liKE yOu”
((aladdin and baz both come from middle-eastern families))
((also the hair)) ((and the nose))
“BAz yOu’RE FlyiNg oN A cARpEt”
this gives baz an idea
next day simon comes home to the flat and baz is sitting on a carpet in the living room??
and simon’s like ‘v funny baz, u cute idiot’
anD THEN THE CARPET LIFTS FROM THE GROUND
(baz spelled the carpet this enormous sap)
they basically re-an-act ‘a whole new world’ and it’s the cheesiest shit you’ll ever know
or what about them watching mulan and the song ‘a girl worth fighting for’ is on
and baz is watching mulan/ping just being awkward in that whole song (bc she/he doesn’t like girls)
and baz is just like ‘same’
okay but then bUT THEN
the lion king the musical is in theaters in london ((it actually is right now))
simon needs to go.
both simon and baz really love the lion king movie
(fact: baz cried watching the movie)
so baz get’s tickets for the trio (penny is coming along as well because this seems like good shit) (+ she’s a big supporter of poc casted musicals WOO)
they all cry in the theather
when they get home they’re all hyped up and they make their oWN ROUTINE TO CIRCLE OF LIFE
just close your eyes and imagine them doing the intro of that song, none of them really knowing what the words are because ??? “aaaaaah zimbjakabefjehwe”
oR BAZ LIFTING SIMON IN THE AIR. SIMBA STYLE. (someone draw this pls)
“IT’S THE CIRCLE OF LIFEEE”
*penny majestically dancing around them*
okay, one last thing
one day baz and simon are just being cheesy and baz ends up calling simon ‘prince charming’
and simon knows baz said it in a teasing/joking way
but simon is blushing
just snowbaz + disney is the most adorable thing don’t even fight me on this.
Andrew and Baz casually smoking together, not saying anything, just glaring and smoking.
Penny hanging out with Allison and Renee, they talk and have coffee, complaining about “their boys”.
Simon and Neil talking about their sexuality, both of them shrugging at the question.
Nicky and Trixie going to pride together.
Nicky and Baz having a gay off.
Matt, Dan, and Penny being the official parents of the group.
Agatha and Neil sympathizing about running away(or just running in general).
Aaron and Agatha just sitting all angry at every gathering.