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spread the rainbow

I’m a little late to the rainbow party due to real life complications, but i’d like to offer to show you the rainbow spreading to my AU of ThisTale, and how it inspired hope for those who lived there :D

continue on with this great story and stay HOPEful and DETERMINED 


Thank you for 1k!!!! 😱

(i’m going to throw a brick at my face because i had to repost dis 4 damn times) y’all your bih niyah recently hit her goal of 1000 followers 👅 👅 👅  n i just wanted to thank you guys for showing all di love!! the fact det i’ve only had this blog for 5 months is crazy. i love you all so much n i’m so glad to have such great mutuals. there’s so many people i wan’t to get to know better, but i’m so awkward skjiksjj. just know det i lov y’all n i’m so thankful. tysm i’m- :’))))

let’s take a moment to appreciate the graphic det my girl alice @pjmksj did for me (ilysm n thank you!!!)

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ok so ik this may sound dumb but i wanted to say it anyways. Carry On for me, has changed my perspective on so many things. Growing up in a very strict Christian home i always thought that being gay was bad (don’t hate me. you can’t help what u come from) but slowly as i started to realize that i could have my own opinion, i read Fangirl and fell in love with the book. While falling in love with Cath and Levi, i was also exposed to Snowbaz and their romance and i was a little wary bc i had never been exposed to, well, “gay” i guess. (i was a goody two shoes and was scared of my parents) but then i found out about Carry On and after reading it, it changed me. it showed me that gay relationships aren’t bad, they aren’t something i should be grossed out about and i’m so thankful for that. bc without this book i would probably still be the homophobic person i was, mainly bc i didn’t know any better. and ik this is such a stupid thing to get from a book that has such a deeper meaning for so many other people, but it’s something that i’m so very grateful for and i can’t express it enough.

ever just think about how amazing baz is? like he speaks multiple languages, he plays violin, he’s top of his class, he’s super powerful, he’s confident, he’s proudly gay, his name is tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch like how adorable honestly, he loves so passionately, and the way he just wears jeans, he’s athletic, he has incredible manners, baz is just stellar, thank you rainbow rowell for baz, bless

Can’t Sleep (part II)

Part 1

The first time Simon woke up that morning was to Baz’s alarm. Simon never bothered to set an alarm, seeing as Baz always set one and there was no need for two.  Baz’s alarm was a horrible squawking tone that always seemed to dig into Simon’s dreams like a scalpel and send him careening back into reality.

           When Baz’s alarm sounded that morning, the screeching seemed louder, almost like it was closer.

           If that twat put his clock on my pillow again, Simon growled in his mind, sucking in a deep breath of disappointment.

           He wasn’t expecting to inhale such a woodsy scent, or to feel the soft grazing of skin against his nose.

           Simon’s eyes flew open and he remembered the night before.

           Baz groaned as he woke up, and the sound hummed in his throat, so close to Simon’s ear.  “Fuck the alarm,” he mumbled somewhere in Simon’s hair, drawing back so he could fumble for the clock.

           “Yeah,” Simon agreed, stretching out and reaching one arm over Baz to shut off the sound entirely.  “Fuck the alarm.”  When the squawking had stopped Simon drew his arm back, but snuggled in closer to Baz, trying to take in as much of that scent as he could.  Baz brought a hand up into Simon’s curls, his thumb sliding back and forth over Simon’s scalp.

           “Hey, Baz?”


           “Let’s stay here.”

           “What, and miss class?”  Baz’s voice was low with sleep, a sound that felt to Simon like they had crossed some sort of line that they could never withdraw from, but that Simon never wanted to withdraw from.  Who knew that Baz’s voice could sound so heavy?  How many other ways could Baz’s voice sound?  Suddenly Simon wanted to know.

           “Are you really telling me you’d rather go to class than stay in bed all morning?” Simon murmured, his eyes drifting closed again.

           “What about you?” Baz scoffed.  “You’d give up breakfast for this?”

           Simon thought for a second.  “So maybe I’ll have to catch up on a few scones later.”

           Baz let out a shaky chuckle.  “Wow,” he breathed.


           “I half thought that I’d dreamed it.”

           “Our agreement?”

           “Did we really agree?”

           “You said ‘okay’, didn’t you?”

           “We were half asleep, Simon,” Baz slowed his thumb, “and you were tired out of your mind.”

           Simon drew back, far enough to look Baz in the eyes, gray and clear and calm. He felt a smile tug at his mouth.

           “What?” Baz raised an eyebrow at him.

           “You just called me Simon.”

           Baz looked away, his cheeks turning pink.  “Did not.”          

           “I know what I said,” Simon went on, “and I meant it.  I mean it now.”  He took Baz’s hand out of his hair and laced their fingers together.  “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

           Baz met his eye again, his brow pulled together.  “What are we without the fighting?”


           “And what is this exactly?”

           Simon shrugged.  “A hell of a lot better than fighting, if you ask me.”


The second time Simon woke up that morning was to the unmistakable sound of footsteps climbing the stairs to the tower.  He didn’t even have the time to mutter a curse before the door flew open.


           Dead silence.

           “Please tell me you’re not naked under there,” Penny said in a much quieter voice.

           “Crowley, no,” Simon groaned, his face heating up with embarrassment.

           “Bunce, have you ever in your life considered knocking,” growled Baz, “or do you lack the ability?”

           “My apologies, Basilton,” Penny retorted, “but maybe you should stop doing embarrassing things so you wouldn’t have to worry.”

           “Penny,” Simon called over his shoulder, “I’m sorry for missing class, it’s my fault.”

           He heard her sigh.  “Alright Simon, just don’t be late for afternoon classes, or I’m coming back up.”  Her footsteps retreated to the hallway.

           “Hey Bunce,” Baz called after her, “you know how you can make it up to me?”

           “Pray tell how?” came the sarcastic reply.

           “Shut the fucking door.”  

           There was a squeak of hinges and then the door closed with a pointed slam. Not an angry slam, just a pointed one.

           From the other side of the wood came Penny’s voice, muffled but clear.

           “About bloody time, you two.”

okay but like Simon and Baz are not necessarily conventionally attractive???

like Baz’s nose is described as being too high on his face and slightly hooked and he has a really dramatic widow’s peak and Simon has moles and too curly hair and is really broad but all of those things are exactly what they love about each other and what makes them so beautiful in each other’s eyes and agghhhh

they love the things that they’re probably insecure about I just can’t