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GUyS GUYS GUYS HOLY SHIT I’M CRYING I- PLEASE LET IT HAPPEN

Originally posted by charnellecatastrophe

@carryonsimoncarryon I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD TAG YOU IN THIS IDK
A note about shipping with me
  • I probably already ship it
  • not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
  • you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
  • I will never pressure you into a ship
  • if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
  • if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
  • that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
  • ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
  • if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

anonymous asked:

I know doing a full re-watch with tweeting, etc is a lot to ask you guys , especially considering the amount of participation you got, but have you considered setting up a viewing schedule for Hulu? So we don't all have to watch and tweet at the same time, but we're at least watching the same episodes on the same days to maybe get them on the "Popular on Hulu" episodes page? I don't know if this would help, but maybe it would at least align our viewing a little.

Sure! That’d be fantastic. We’ve decided on trying one episode per day from the 30th of May to the 8th of June as a primer to the ATX festival. 

Start with the Pilot on May 30th, at any time you choose! Continue each day by watching the subsequent episode. This can be done at any time that works for you during the day! Hopefully we can get certain episodes onto the Popular Episodes page with us all watching a specific episode each day for 10 straight days. Hope everyone can join in!!!

the signs as romantic Carry On quotes
  • Aries: It's a hard spell and an old spell, and it works only if you understand the Great Vowel Shift of the Sixteenth Century- and if you're stupidly in love.
  • Taurus: Baz looks back at his phone, bored. “Fell in love, didn't you?”
  • Gemini: I step closer to him, and my voice drops to a menace. “Why? So we can tumble around and kiss and pretend to be happy boyfriends?”
  • Cancer: I think I might kiss him. He's right here. And his lips are hanging open (mouth breather) and his eyes are alive, alive, alive.
  • Leo: Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire.
  • Virgo: “No,” he says quickly. “I do.” He clears his throat. “I don't want you to leave without me.”
  • Libra: I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”
  • Scorpio: “I won't,” I say. “I've never turned my back on you. And I'm not starting now.”
  • Sagittarius: “Who needs magic,” Baz says. “I'm going to turn you into a vampire and make you live with me forever.”
  • Capricorn: “This,” I say. “I want to be your boyfriend. Your terrible boyfriend.”
  • Aquarius: Can I be in love with a supervillain?
  • Pisces: “I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you.”

anonymous asked:

14 for Snowbaz for the I love you prompt thing :)

14. “Can I have this dance?”


Nobody ever knows what they want at thirteen but Baz Pitch wanted Simon Snow. Snow was a fidgety kid, with messy blonde curls and icy eyes, fingers always tap-tap-tapping against his desk, his leg bouncing, smacking gum– in short, Snow was energy. Not energetic, energy, the thing, the being. He was motion.

He stepped into the school auditorium where the dance was being held in a grey suit with too-long sleeves and trousers, and Snow was light.

Baz tried not to choke on his own spit when Simon fumbled his way out to the dance floor. He was going to do this. Baz was going to do this. If a thirteen year old could know what need was, then Baz needed this. From his vantage point in the corner near concession, Baz saw Snow had found his group already. A brown-skinned girl with purple hair named Penny Bunce, round at the edges with a kind smile, and a skinny little blonde thing named Agatha. Simon was laughing at something, his thumb jammed into the pocket of his pants, toe tapping off-beat to the music. Baz wondered if Snow had ever slow danced with someone before.

Baz was going to find out.

Baz busied himself while he waited for the next slow song, stuffing cupcakes down his gullet like they were his lifeblood. Probably not a good idea, he reasoned, when he was so nervous, but his stomach didn’t feel upset yet, and he had to occupy his mind somehow. His nerves were jumping, every sound intensified in his ears, every sight brighter and closer to his eyes. Shaky-nervous, stupid-nervous. Excited.

And then the song changed. Some quiet, jazzy version of Can’t Help Falling In Love, sang by a breathy woman with piano in the background. Baz watched as the dance floor cleared out a little, and people coupled off. Before he could lose his willpower, Baz bustled across the floor to Snow, who was leaning his shoulder against a wall across the room and looking bored and a little sad. Snow fiddled absently with his black bow tie. Baz gulped. He was regretting those last few cupcakes. He approached Snow and tapped him on the shoulder.

Snow turned around, then smiled when he saw Baz. “Hey,” he said. Baz nodded and smiled back, unable to form a single coherent word. Snow’s grin seemed lazily draped over his face with the sole intent of being a gritty, wanton thing. Baz smiled harder, trying to make up for his silence. Snow laughed.

“Not feeling talkative, eh? Don’t worry. School dances aren’t really my scene either.” Out of the blue, a blush rose to Snow’s freckled cheeks. “Um… you wouldn’t mind if… I don’t suppose…”

Baz’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. This wasn’t going the way he’d planned at all. Then Snow’s smile was back, and his knuckles brushed warmly against Baz’s cheek. Baz felt his face heat up tenfold. “Sorry if this is rude,” Snow began again, facing Baz this time. “But my friend Penny told me you were into blokes. I was just wondering… Can I have this dance?”

“I- I- yes,” Baz stuttered out, but as they started out to the dance floor, the last few chords of the song played and it ended.

“Oh well,” Snow said, smiling and bumping his shoulder conspiratorially against Baz’s. “Next song, then.”

“Yeah,” Baz giggled, bumping Simon back. “Next song.”


*send me “One Hundred Ways To Say I Love You” prompts!*

anonymous asked:

As Simon fell from the tower, he wondered if Baz would finally be happy.

This was the goal after all. As soon as he hits the ground it’ll be the final end of Simon Snow. Doesn’t matter that it’s all an accident and Baz isn’t even here for it.

He always thought he’d die by a direct force, not accidentally tripping himself over a ledge while trying to get a better view of the darkened forest where he thinks Baz is lurking.

Simon shuts his eyes and focuses on the wind rushing past him in his descent. It feels like time has slowed to the nanosecond right before it stops.

There are probably things he should be thinking about. Isn’t your life supposed to flash before your eyes? Shouldn’t he consider Agatha? She’s not his girlfriend anymore, but he should spare her more of a thought than just wondering if he should spare her a thought, right?

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and let’s his brain go where it really wants to, thoughts landing on the only thing that’s ever really felt like a solid constant in the grand fucked-up life of Simon Snow.

Baz.

Pity, Simon thinks, that he only just realizes it, here at the end. That he’s probably in love with his greatest enemy. That Baz matters for more than one simple reason. That this obsession Simon has developed lately, might have another layer.

Penny has always made jokes about him being oblivious, even to his own feelings.

Simon wishes he was able to tell her she’s right.

He thinks of Baz’s face. Cold, hard-set and pale, but once, just once Simon saw him blush.

And that’s the image that’s stuck in his memory. The one Simon recalls every night when he wonders where Baz is, but has made himself not think about too deeply.

He’d give anything to see it again, or any expression on Baz other than hatred.

He bets Baz, wherever he is, will smile when he hears the news of Simon’s demise. His thin pink lips stretching into a beautiful sneer, and Simon won’t ever get to see it.

The tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it.

He should be hitting the ground any moment now, not even his erratic magic coming to his rescue. Even though he supposes that might have something to do with the slowing of time. If only he could catch himself.

He tries. Conjures all his will in the last seconds and envisions arms catching him right on time. If he knew a spell he’d say it, but his magic has never really worked like that anyway.

He leaves his eyes shut, doesn’t want to see if this doesn’t work.

He even holds his breath.

He can feel gravity pulling harder.

Any moment now.

Three.

Two.

One.

Then nothing.

Or it should be nothing. But he feels those magic arms. The ones he pictured.

But they’re thinner than the ones in his mind, and they don’t feel as wispy as he thought they would.

They feel like they’re attached to a body, a thought that startles him into opening his eyes and gasping for breath.

He’s met with the steely gray gaze of Baz. Who’s panting, one arm shaking under Simon’s shoulders and the other dropping his legs. Forcing Simon to stand on his own.

“Bloody hell, Snow. What’re you doing tumbling from the astronomy tower?!” Baz’s voice is hard, edged with a worry Simon’s never heard, but Crowley is he glad to hear it now. “If I hadn’t slowed time you’d be a puddle.”

Simon blinks and tests his weight on his feet. He’s alive. This isn’t a dream.

“Then why’d you’d slow it?” He asks. It’s not a dumb question. Baz shouldn’t be saving him. Baz is meant to do the opposite. “Why didn’t you let me die?”

Baz’s hands are still on his shoulders, and the hard expression on his face waivers for a second.

Simon is expecting a quip, some level of Baz’s usual snark. Something like ‘I don’t want you to die, if I’m not the one killing you.’

But the quip doesn’t come.

“Crowley, Simon.”

Baz whispers softly, leaning forward.

Then, Simon finds himself shocked for the third time tonight as Baz’s lips cover his own.

It’s a hard press. Desperate and full of need.

Simon responds with everything he has.

anonymous asked:

Ok prompt: baz is a swimmer (like damn all lean and muscly) and Simon is a guy who can't actually swim but I ly doggy paddle and they're neighbors and they get talking or smth and they're both like 👀👀😍😍 so baz offers swimming lessons and idk where to go with this I just woke up but try it maybe ?

Anon…. this is actually the greatest prompt EVER. 


I AM A SWIMMER. I can work this au so well… GET READY (also baz is totally like a distance swimmer like 200s and 500s and 1650s even and IF simon were a swimmer but hes not for this au he would totally be a flyer)

So this isnt exactly your suggestion but it’s close I think I hope you like it

(Normal boarding school, Simon and Baz are still roommates,
swim team au)

(there’ll be a part two, i think) (because i like this) (chaptered possibly) (because i need baz pov and less introduction more of the actual prompt im sorry) 

fyi

this is shit

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

ao3

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anonymous asked:

I'm gonna guess Shiro is your favourite Paladin but who's your second? ^^

AHahah! You mean it’s that obvious? 

I am pretty biased for that amazing wonderful black wearin’ boy… And his white floof! Oh the floof! And he is just so–like god I love that boy! 

Originally posted by martianmanhuntter



But coming in at second would be–drum roll please!!

Originally posted by doopity

The pretties blue clad boy in the entire universe–Mr. Lance McClain. 

I mean look at that face! While ya’ll were rooting for Galra Keef  I’m just that one person holding out for some Altean Lance. Like he’s just so pretty, he could be a space elf right??? ahahahahaha! 

On a more serious note though, I legit relate to Lance all the time. He says the wrong thing, he struggles to find his place, he’s not sure if he’s good at anything. But he tries so freaking hard! He spends season 2 damn near friendless–which we have all had those moments! Like–if nothing else his tenacity, dude! And I feel like the real Lance is the boy that helped Pidge collect enough change out of freaking FOUNTAIN so they could buy something she wanted and related to from home. Or spent like an hour talking about how great everyone else is on the team to what he thought was Slav.  And when he’s trying to get people to like him-he all of sudden starts spouting off how amazing and handsome and blablbah he is. Because he doesn’t know he’s great. He’s trying to convince everyone else. This is the boy that fought tooth and nail to drag himself up from Cargo to Fighter class. I am so eager to watch this boy grow up. 

Because I sweat to god, this boy’s a comet, and I’m telling ya, one of these days he’s gonna light up and burn so brilliantly. And I’m so excited to see it. :)

Hey Anon! Here’s the second part of this ask u sent me! The one with Penny and Micah is linked here. Here’s the Snowbaz one! Hope you enjoy and I make you happy! (I think this is gonna be a bit shorter than what you usually get from me. IM SOOO SORRY!!!)

—-

Simon Snow was drunk. He stumbled into the room, latching his hands on the door frame as he slid to the floor. Baz closed his book abruptly and looked at the mess that was Simon Snow.

“What the hell, Snow,” he said, taking in the boy in front of him who was currently collapsed on the ground in a giggling heap. Baz looked down at Simon menacingly, and Simon looked up at him, giggling. 

“What is wrong with you?” Simon pulls on Baz’s sleeve, causing him to fall. 

“Bazzy,” Simon says, hugging Baz like he was a cat and Simon was a child who had a deep love for animals. Baz tried to wriggle away, even though everything in him told him to melt into Simon’s hug. He was so warm, and Baz was so cold. Baz pushed Simon away, but somehow he still managed to have his hands on Baz’s waist. Baz was blushing with every ounce of blood he had.

“What happened?” Simon giggles again.

“I was at a party with Agatha!” he says like it was obvious.

“That still doesn’t explain… this, Snow.”

“Alcohol,” Simon giggled out. He pulled Baz close to him again so Baz had to lie on him. With one strong arm around his waist, Baz was stuck there as Simon petted his hair.

“Sooooo soft,” he slurred as he nuzzled his face on top of Baz’s head. Baz felt himself swoon and heat creep into his cheeks. Of course he just fed. Stupid Snow. 

“Bazzy why are you so beautiful?” Simon says sleepily. 

“S-simon?” Baz asked, then he realized he used Simon’s first name. He mentally cursed himself. 

“Simon, let’s get you in bed,” Baz says, knowing that the damage is already done. Baz stands up and looks at Simon, who looks sad to see Baz go. He gets on his hands and knees and tries to stand. He wobbles and collapses again.

“Bazzy, I can’t get up.” Baz rolls his eyes.

“Of course you can’t. Here.” He crouches down and helps Simon up. Simon props himself up on Baz and clenches his fists in Baz’s shirt. Baz feels a shiver go down his spine and it had nothing to do with being cold. Baz set Simon down his bed and turned to go to his own bed, but Simon caught his arm.

“Bazzy,” he says sweetly and innocently. Baz turns to him, his heart lurching. Simon Snow is going to kill me. Simon pulled Baz so he was on top of him. Baz propped himself up on his hands, about to move away before he did something stupid, but Simon stopped him by latching his hands on the fabric of Baz’s shirt, pulling him closer so that the slightest movement of the head would make their lips touch. Baz was scared, but at the same time, he wanted to move that little inch of space and kiss the boy he loves. 

Bazzy?” Simon asks. Baz’s heart is running 100 miles and hour. 

“Simon?”

“Bazzy? Can I kiss you?” The feeling exploding was a little hard to describe. It was as if a giant weight lifted off his chest, making him float above the air. It was as if he had burst out wings and started to fly. But a fire consumed him inside out as he realized the request the boy he loved made. The boy who was also his enemy. The boy who was supposed to kill him.

But apparently there was more than one way to kill a man. Apparently you can kill someone emotionally, too. 

Simon must have seen something in Baz’s eyes change because he put both of his hands on Baz’s cheeks and pressed his lips to Baz’s. Baz fell on top of Simon and clenched his fists in Simon’s bronze curls. Simon returned the favor by twining his fingers through Baz’s hair. Aleister Crowley it felt so good to finally kiss him. Simon tasted like alchohol, but it was everything Baz ever wanted. To have Simon under his hands, kissing him with all the passion Baz showed him. Everything was on fire, and Simon was the only thing there to ground him. They fell asleep with slow kisses and inside each other’s arms.

When Simon woke up, he was surprised to find someone with dark curls on his chest. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Baz. His mouth was sore and his head hurt like hell. The last thing he remembered was shakily walking up to the Mummer’s House. He looked down again at the boy in his arms, wondering why, of all people, Baz was there. And why did it feel so good to have his breath on my neck and run my fingers through his hair? 

Simon…” Baz breathed out happily with a smile on his face. It was then Simon realized that he was in love. In love with a monster. In love with his enemy. In love with a boy. In love with Baz Pitch.

Aleister Crowley, I love him so much. 

—–

Fic about Penny & Micah here.

Send me a ship and a super sappy prompt

anonymous asked:

Hulu and Netflix both have Tumblr accounts! Do you guys think it would be worth messaging or submitting asks to the accounts asking that they pick up Pitch?

Absolutely!!! Have at it Pitches!!!

@hulu @netflix please come thruuuuu

2

Jack: Yeah! He goes to our high school (he’s a year older) 
Jack: And yeah, he helps me with my homework sometimes

bloom-cakes  asked:

♡♡♡ the golden age that never was

:D

***

‘I understand that you were rarely permitted healing,’ Pitch said calmly. ‘I know what to expect.’

Jack’s fingers hovered at the hem of his shirt. He knew that Pitch wouldn’t make him. He knew there was even stuff they could do, and he wouldn’t have to take his shirt off at all. But he also knew that Pitch wanted him to do this, and even though the rest of the time he mostly ignored what Pitch wanted, in this room, he felt obliged.

He met Pitch’s gaze, and then took a breath and unbuttoned his shirt quickly. He wished his fingers would move slower, he wished that he would fumble the buttons, and that Pitch would tell him it didn’t matter.

Instead, he slipped the shirt off his shoulders, took a breath – held it – and then turned around.

There were no words of condemnation, nor anything like a gasp of horror or disgust. But the silence stretched for long enough that Jack was certain he’d done the wrong thing.

‘Look, I’m-’ Jack said.

He lurched forwards when he felt fingertips ghosting over some of the ridges, and was surprised when Pitch let him move away.

‘Oh, Jack,’ Pitch said.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on BeChloe possibly becoming cannon in PP3?

To be completely honest with you I don’t think it’s going to happen.

It’s true that the cast and directors etc. of the movie acknowledge our fandom, and play a little with the idea on social media posts or in snippets of the movie. They aren’t obliged to do that at all, but they do it anyways. They give us a little material so we can create beautiful art and stories with our imagination inside our community. And maybe in PP3 they’ll give us little moments again; like the tent scene in PP2.

But overall, we have to keep in mind that the average movie ticket buyer doesn’t even know our ship is a thing. Many people in the Bechloe fandom don’t seem to realise it, but we’re are a minority among the fans of this huge franchise.

They never promised us anything, so we shouldn’t expect anything.
That being said, I’m very excited for the movie, and I’m even more excited for the new fan-made material it will inspire :)

Stubborn

For the anon who requested 19 “are you even listening to me?” and 35 “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone more stubborn…” with Gibbs


“Hello? Heeelloooooo? Paging (Y/N), come in (Y/N)” Tony waved a hand in front of the computer screen you had zoned out looking at before snapping his fingers directly in front of your face, causing you to jump slightly.

“Huh?” You asked dumbly, eyes refocusing and lazily landing on the pain in the ass to your left. He clicked his tongue and shook his head backing away from your desk before checking his watch.

“I think we lost her McGeek,” He announced, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“Time of death 5:56pm, God it’s late.” Tony complained, tossing himself back into the chair behind his desk.

“And it’s only getting later.” Gibbs announced coming into the room with his usually breeze. You groaned, dropping your head onto your desk momentarily letting your eyes slip closed. Gibbs voice droned on somewhere in front of you, occasionally interrupted by Tony’s slightly higher pitched answers. With your eyes closed and head on a horizontal surface the long week of little sleep began to catch up to you.

“(Y/N)” The voice directly addressing you pulled your brain from the cusp of dreamland and you hummed. “(Y/N)”

“What?” You asked, head jerking up and flinching as a piece of paper stuck itself to your forehead. You swatted a hand at it to reveal the amused faces of your coworkers looking back at you.

“What?” You repeated raising an eyebrow as a blush came over your cheeks.

“Are you even listening to me?” Gibbs asked and your eyes snapped to your bosses face as your blush doubled… maybe even tripled at this point.

“Yes…” You answered sheepishly before cracking a grin and shaking your head, “No… Sorry. Bit of a long week ya know.” Tony mumbled something from his desk about how he ‘knew’ and how he was the one who has been doing all the ‘heavy lifting’. Gibbs merely smiled knowingly before nodding towards the elevator.

“Go home, get some rest.” Tony was out of his chair grabbing for his bag before Gibbs was even finished the sentence but the man halted him with one glance.

“Not you. DiNozzo, sit.” With a deflected huff Tony dropped back down into his chair with a pout and you shook your head smiling sleepily.

“No really I’m fine.”

“(Y/N)” Gibbs began with a stern gaze.

“Gibbs, really I’m fine!” You proved your point by jiggling your mouse and trying to get back to quadruple checking the video footage from the latest crime scene.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone more stubborn…” Gibbs muttered mostly to himself before walking over and stopping directly in front of your desk leaning over to shut off the computer. “Go home.”

“Gibbs…” You complained, whining slightly.

“Don’t make me force you. Better yet, don’t make me have DiNozzo escort you home.” Your eyes widened slightly before pouting and slowly shoving your things into your bag, feeling Gibbs’ gaze on you as you slipped your coat on and grabbed your phone.

“Fine, you win.” You muttered with a slightly smile, “See you in the morning, boys.” You got a half hearted bye from McGee who didn’t even look up from his computer, and a very sour goodeye from a very jealous DINozzo.

“Goodnight, (Y/N) make sure you actually get to sleep.” Gibbs ordered and you nodded, turning to salute him after hitting the down button for the elevator.

“Aye aye captain.”

anonymous asked:

Part (1) To answer you're question about complacency in the fandom and ideas for getting Pitch picked up I have a few ideas: - Asking the timeless fandom to help us out. I know a few timeless fans on here have been rebloging the petition asking they're fandom to sign it and that has been so amazing of them! Maybe if we message more timeless fan accounts with the link to the petition and the Hulu user request page asking them to sign it and/or request it be picked up they will help us out!

We did ask a few Timeless fans who were sooooooo generous and willing to spread the petition around and help us out. They’re such a nice fandom honestly! 

@ Timeless fans we are SO happy you guys got to keep your show, please help us keep ours!!! Please help us upvote this on Hulu & please sign this petition

Ya’ll are too kind!!! Thank you in advance for all your help Timeless Fans!