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I just found out that Carrie Fisher has died, and I am absolutely devastated.

I actually got to meet and work with Carrie (and Gary) a few years ago while volunteering at a comic con, and it’s a day I’ll hold on to for the rest of my life. Carrie was, really and truly, everything you think she’d be, and more. I helped with her photo-op, making sure the fans were respectful & orderly, and Carrie was just a riot. She was witty and sarcastic, telling jokes and laughing, greeting everyone with such kindness (especially us workers). She really didn’t have to; after all, it’d been almost a 10 hour day & she was a HUGE celebrity. But she took the time to greet every person, and acknowledge every worker, which not everyone does. I remember her patiently explaining to young children why they couldn’t pet Gary, and telling dirty jokes to a fan in a slave Leia costume; I remember that mischievous twinkle in her eye, and how much she adored Gary. Carrie even stayed after the venue hall closed FOR TWO HOURS to make sure that every single person in line got their photo/autograph. After a grueling day, she still wasn’t grumpy, all smiles and witty banter, because she didn’t want anyone to feel like she treated them badly. 

And of course, she was feisty; she did what she wanted, and definitely didn’t take any shit. She took a break right in the middle of the photo-ops b/c she wanted to, refused security on her smoke breaks, and kept trying to distract the camera man and workers by telling us jokes; and the only thing she would drink was Diet Coke out of a wineglass. (#iconic)

The picture of her I’ll always remember is her, walking from the photo-ops to the autograph table, holding a wineglass full of Diet Coke and Gary trotting along at her heels. She exuding such power, and grace, after such a long day, that I was blown away. It was such an iconic, incredible image; Carrie honestly looked like she ruled the universe.

So RIP to an extraordinary woman. The world gave her hell and she gave it hell right back. She was kind, funny, witty, mischievous, and utterly one-of-a-kind, and I loved her for it; she was living proof that things get better, and keep moving, even when you hit rock bottom. 

Goodbye, Carrie Fisher. 💔😢

Fanfiction is the madwoman in mainstream culture’s attic, but the attic won’t contain it forever. Writing and reading fanfiction isn’t just something you do; it’s a way of thinking critically about the media you consume, of being aware of all the implicit assumptions that a canonical work carries with it, and of considering the possibility that those assumptions might not be the only way things have to be.
—  Anne Jamison, Fic: Why Fan Fiction is Taking Over the World.
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How long have we known each other?”

It’s been 12 years. When I was getting bullied by the neighborhood kids because my brother was so good looking, you still played with me.”

And when I got bullied as a half even without a mom, you played with me too.”

requested by @linestalker

i’ll never be cynical about love no matter how many times i get hurt and i can say that honestly. maybe i’m resilient or too hopeful and maybe it’s just me but..to have the opportunity to love so many different times and so many different ways in this life is a beautiful thing. to be shown how to grow as a person and to have the chance to discover things about yourself each time, is one of the best things ever. yes heartbreak hurts and it sucks but to know that it’s not the end and to know that the next time around it will be a whole new kind of excitement…. is worth holding on to. we get to work through these lessons and carry them with us forever.

Is Dan Gay or European?
  • Tyler: There, right there!
  • Look at that tan well-tended skin
  • Look at the slinky shape he's in
  • Look at that cleany shaven chin
  • Oh, please, Dan's gay! Totally gay!
  • Pj: I'm not about to celebrate,
  • Every trait could indicate
  • A totally straight expatriate
  • This guy's not gay! I say not gay!
  • All: That is the elephant in the room,
  • But is it relevant to presume
  • That a man who wears earrings is automatically, radically fey!
  • Troye: But look at his coiffed and crispy locks!
  • Tyler: Look at his silk translucent socks!
  • Pj: There's the eternal paradox, look what we're seein'
  • Tyler: What are we seein'?
  • Pj: Is he gay,
  • Or European?
  • All: Ohhhh
  • Gay or European
  • It's hard to guarantee
  • Is he gay or European?
  • Felix: Well, hey don't look at me!
  • Carrie: You see, they bring their boys up different in those charming foreign ports!
  • They play peculiar sports
  • All: In shiny shorts and tiny shorts!
  • Gay or foreign fella, the answer could take weeks!
  • They both say things like 'ciao bella'
  • And kiss you on both cheeks!
  • Tyler: Oh please, gay!
  • All: Gay or European
  • So many shades of grey
  • Felix: Depending on the time of day, the French go either way!
  • All: Is he gay or European or-
  • Louise: There, right there!
  • Look at his addiction to caffeine
  • Seen it with every guy on screen
  • That is a metro, hetero, bean!
  • Daniel's not gay, I say no way!
  • All: That is the elephant in the room,
  • But is it relevant to presume
  • That a fanboy in that cosplay
  • Dan: [hugs Nick Jonas]
  • Marzia: Is automatically, radically
  • Phanboy: Opinion on "dick"?
  • Louise: Ironically, chronically
  • Dan: Nice.
  • Chris: Genetically, medically
  • Dan: What the fuck even is your sexuality?
  • Felix: Certainly, flirtingly
  • All: Gay! Officially gay!
  • Swishily gay, gay, gay, gay
  • Dan: [flirts with Jennifer Lawrence]
  • All: Damn it!
  • Gay or European?
  • Pj: So stylish and relaxed,
  • All: Is he gay or European?
  • Pj: I think his chest is waxed!
  • Marzia: But they bring their boys up different there,
  • It's culturally diverse!
  • It's not a fashion curse,
  • All: If he does his nails or bears a purse!
  • Gay or just exotic,
  • We'll never get him out!
  • Carrie: I mean his accent is hypnotic,
  • But he's got a high-pitched shout!
  • All: Huh!
  • Gay or European, so many shades of grey!
  • Phangirl: But if he turns out straight I'm free at eight on Saturday!
  • All: Is he gay or European?
  • Gay or European?
  • Gay or Euro-
  • Troye: Wait a minute!
  • Gimme a chance to crack this guy,
  • I have an idea I'd like to try.
  • [Speaking Portion]
  • Pj: [sighs] The floor is yours.
  • Troye: [walks over to Dan] So, Mr. Howell, This alleged affair with Ms. Fletcher has been going on for..?
  • Dan: Two years.
  • Troye: Right, and your channel name again is..?
  • Dan: Danisnotonfire.
  • Troye: And your boyfriend's channel is..?
  • Dan: AmazingPhil.
  • Chorus *everyone except Dan, Phil, and Troye*: [gasps]
  • Dan: [falls off chair] I'm sorry, I misunderstood! You said "boyfriend," I thought you said "best friend!” [gets up off floor] Phil is my BEST FRIEND.
  • Phil *from the stands*: You BASTARD!
  • Chorus: [gasps]
  • Phil: [walks down pew] You lying BASTARD! That is it! I won't cover for you anymore!
  • [Singing Portion]
  • Phil: Hey guys, I have a big announcement!
  • This man is gay AND European!
  • Chorus: Whoa!
  • Phil: And neither is disgrace!
  • Chorus: Oh!
  • Phil: You have to stop your bein' a completely closet case!
  • Chorus: D'oh!
  • Phil: It's me, not her he's seein’
  • No matter what he says!
  • I swear he never, ever, ever, ever, swung another way!
  • [leaning over to Dan]
  • You are so gay, you big parfait
  • You flaming one-man cabaret
  • Dan: I'm straight!
  • Phil: You were not yesterday.
  • [to crowd/audience]
  • So if I may, I'm proud to say
  • Dan's gay!
  • Chorus: And European!
  • Phil: He's gay!
  • Chorus: And European!
  • Phil: Please, gay!
  • Chorus: And European
  • And gay!
  • Dan: Fine, okay, I’m gay!
  • Phil: Hooray!
  • [Talking Portion]
  • Felix: About damn time.
Breathless

A painfully fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration

In which Simon and Baz never had that Christmas Eve incident, but have instead become friends - and maybe something more


simonscones: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Baz smiled fondly down at the text, his heart a little lighter than usual as he hit the “reply” button.

bazpitch: Same to you

bazpitch: What are you doing today?

simonscones: nothing really, hbu?

bazpitch: Same here

simonscones: you should come over later!  We can watch movies and stuff!

“Elaborate on this ‘stuff’ you speak of,” Baz muttered under his breath.

bazpitch: Sure, if you’re not busy

simonscones: nah

bazpitch: No date?

He hated himself for asking, for making himself seem totally indifferent when he was the farthest thing from it, but it almost felt necessary.

simonscones: lol nope

simonscones: I’d rather hang out with you anyway

bazpitch: You flatter me

simonscones: lol seriously tho

simonscones: you’re the closest thing I have to a valentine tbh

Baz couldn’t help it, but his pulse picked up at that.

bazpitch: By which you mean…?

simonscones: take it as you will

bazpitch: Simon

simonscones: I’m just saying lol

bazpitch: Just saying what?

simonscones: don’t worry about it baz

But Baz did worry about it, so much that he could barely think about anything else all afternoon.

 ***

           Eventually Baz couldn’t stand waiting around any longer and picked up his phone again, dialing and holding it in the crook of his neck while he tied his shoes.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey Simon.”

           “Hey Baz!” Simon replied, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear him and it made Baz hopeful again.

           “I’m just about to head over,” Baz continued, “did you want me to bring anything or pick something up from the shop?”

           “No, Penny and I stocked up on chocolate and fruit,” Simon told him, “how do you feel about chocolate fondue?”

           “Is that a rhetorical question?”

           Simon laughed.  “I think we’re good, thanks Baz.”

           “Alright.”

           There was a pause as Baz tried to calm the jitters in his stomach.  “Hey Simon?”

           “Yeah?”

           “What did you mean by ‘take it as you will”?”

           Hesitation on the other end.  “Just that.”

           “That clears it up, thanks,” Baz scoffed as he settled behind the wheel of his car, just sitting while he talked, not feeling very “settled” at all.

           “Everyone needs a valentine.”

           “You know that’s not true.”

           “I know, but I wanted one anyway.”

           “And you’re saying you’ve chosen me?”

           “If that’s how you took it.”

           “But how did you mean it, Simon?” Baz pushed, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. Crowley, he was shaking, he was so tense.

           There was a long silence from the other end, as if Simon was figuring out exactly what to say.  “I guess I meant that I was… choosing you.  Yes.”

           “…to be your valentine.”

           “I guess so.”  Simon’s voice was lower, quieter, like they had strayed into much deeper, more dangerous territory.

           “Okay,” Baz said, trying to keep his voice as light as he could without sounding forced.

           “Valentines can be platonic, right?”

           “Of course.”

           “Right.”

           Silence.

           “Um… is it platonic?”

           A deep breath from Simon.  “I… honestly… don’t know.”

           Baz couldn’t breathe.  “Oh.”

           The should have been able to hear each other’s hearts beating through the phone.

           “Do… do you still want me to come over?”

           “Hmm?  Oh, of course!  That hasn’t changed.”

           “Okay.”

           “Unless you don’t want to now.”

           “No, I do,” Baz said quickly, “I do.”

           “Alright.”

           “Alright.”

           “So, I’ll see you soon then?”

           “Yeah, see you soon.”

           “Bye.”

           Click.

           The whole drive to Simon and Penny’s flat was a nightmare.  Baz turned up the radio as loud as he could, trying to drown out his thoughts.  It didn’t stop them, but at least he couldn’t hear them as much.  His hands shook on the wheel and he contemplated calling Simon and backing out at least four times, feigning illness or obligation or just telling the truth, that he needed time to think.

           He knew he needed time, but he didn’t want time.  As much as he knew tonight would likely be a disaster, he wanted to go. He couldn’t shake the thrill that came at the thought of seeing Simon, awkward or not.

           He was just walking up to Simon’s door when his phone rang again, and his skull started buzzing when he saw who was calling.

           “Hi,” he said tentatively.

           “Baz, um…”

           “Everything alright Simon?” Baz paused, his fist poised to knock but waiting. Simon could still decide to call off the night.

           A few long, shuddering breaths from the other end.

           “It’s not platonic.”

           Baz’s world split open.

           “Baz?”  Simon sounded so damn scared it broke Baz’s heart.

           Baz knocked softly on the door.

           When Simon opened it, he was still holding the phone to his ear.  Slowly he lowered it and stuffed it in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Baz,” he said, so quietly it was almost inaudible.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

           In two long strides Baz had crossed the threshold and had Simon’s face in his hands.  Before either of them had time to breathe Baz crushed Simon’s mouth under his own, reveling in the sound Simon made and in how Simon’s arms flailed a little to catch his balance before grabbing at Baz’s collar and pulling them impossibly closer. Simon was sweet and soft and Baz was so close to losing himself that he pulled back abruptly.

           “Sorry,” he panted, still holding Simon’s face in his hands, “I shouldn’t have…”

           “So,” Simon chuckled breathlessly, “I guess it’s not platonic for you either then?”    

           “Not even close.”

           Simon brought one hand up to Baz’s cheek, and Baz dared to meet his eyes. They were bright and shining and his cheeks were pink from lack of air and, well…

           “Happy Valentine’s Day, Baz,” Simon murmured before closing the space between them again, this time much softer and gentler.  They stayed like that until they were both dizzy and gasping for breath, unable to stop grinning.

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“You are the hero of this story.” -Carry On.

Happy Leaver’s Day Ball, cuties! Thank you @watfordleaversball for planning it, and giving me a reason to draw this scene, I love it.