yay carrie!

this is really old but BABU BATH TIME

I will never let you fall

a/n: This is my gift to my best friend @eroticgropefest​​. Hope you appreciate my first (and maybe only) attempt at a snowbaz fic just for you, bruh! o// I figured since I’m helping turn you into as much of an h/c hoe as myself, you’d enjoy reading some of that as well (also I’m all out of ideas SORRY I TRIED). Enjoy your 26th aging up <3 :P


Baz

Snow is infuriating. I’m certain I’m not the only one who sees it: the way he shrugs at most questions, considering it to be enough of an answer; how he gets flustered and fumbles around looking for his words; how he has absolutely no control over his own immense powers; the way he follows the Mage around, like some kind of stray dog on a very short leash, awaiting his commands.

The most powerful magician alive.

I look at him across the room, once again failing at a spell. Bunce looks at him, exasperated, saying something I don’t care to hear. I glare some more at Snow’s ineptitude, feeling a fire deep inside me, something that tells me to shake some sense into him. How stupidly vulnerable he is! The dangers he puts himself in by his complete lack of control. How easy he’ll be to break under my hands when we inevitably have to face each other.

I can imagine myself marching over to him, pushing him up against a wall. I’d hold on to his neck and look right into those eyes, Snow’s unremarkable eyes, so ordinary and plain looking. I’d stare right at him (and I might choke him a little.) (Not too much, just a little. Just enough). He’d growl at me and it would smell of smoke and get unbearably warm. He’d be so close and alive and warm, I might have a taste. Bite a chunk right out of his neck in front of everyone. (or I might just snog the fuck out of him. Either one).

I don’t do any of that. Instead, I shake my head and then glare at him across the room, while Bunce continues to tell the absolute idiot what to do. Soon he seems to feel my stare and looks up at me. At first he seems confused, but his slow brain finally catches up. and he glares right back, closing his fist more strongly around his wand.

Simon Snow never stops driving me fucking crazy.




There are definitely some things people don’t tell you about sharing a room with the chosen one.

One of them is how once he’s put something on his mind, he’ll never drop it. Crowley, Snow might have won an award for most stubborn person ever if it existed (I’m convinced they should create one just for him at this point). He’s incredibly persistent about his moronic ideas, like his obsession with keeping the windows open. No matter how many times I close them, he’ll open them back up. I suspect he’s doing it out of principle at this point, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.

There’s an infinite number of frustrating things about living with Snow (besides the irony of living with someone you’re supposed to kill, but instead stupidly caught feelings for) (I may be biased on that one though). From the pointless arguments to the loud nightmares he seems to have convinced himself I don’t know about (a good match to my own relentless night terrors). Or even the way he’s completely oblivious to every single redeeming quality I (debatably) possess. Or even the most cruel ones, like the way looks after he falls asleep, all soft angles and relaxed jaw. Or the unyielding sexual frustration of having him so close to the touch and so hopelessly unreachable.

Yet, no matter how bad those things are, they still feel like they’re almost worth the amount of private wanking I have to do in an attempt to get him off my mind (it never works) (why would it?) It still feels more than I deserve, to have him this close to me. It’s almost comforting (almost, when it isn’t absolutely infuriating).

The truly bad thing about sharing a room with the Chosen One that no one tells you about isn’t even the arguing and all the times he loses his patience and grabs me, manhandling me while I cooly remind him of the anathema. It isn’t even the fact that, while he does that, I just want to push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

The worst thing of all is when he just isn’t there. (and you don’t know where he is or what happened or if he’s safe.) (Why would you when he hates you?)

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love is a battlefield

For day 26 of @snowbaz-feda! 

word count: 350

Part of a small series of the multiple times Baz and Simon say “I love you” before their eight year.  This takes place in fourth year. 

I’ve also written on for year 2


Tell me you love me!” I cast.

Snow face blossoms bright red, and its not just from the afternoon heat. I know the spell worked because he’s pissed. He’s body is clenched to attack. With shoulders taught, he shouts, “I love you, Baz!”

Niall chortles and Dev claps me on the back. The other fourth years in the courtyard are craning their necks to watch.

I make sure my voice is dripping with sarcasm when I reply, “Thanks, Snow. The feeling is mutual.”

He’s shouting over and over, “I love you! I love you! I love you!” eyes imploring to Penny for help. She casts honesty is the best policy, which is a strong spell, but it makes Simon yell the same phrase louder. I’m confused – that should have broken the spell, but it didn’t. I have a moment of fear because I don’t know how to lift this.

We’re getting an audience of upper years watching, too, which is making Snow more frantic. He might have to explode to break it.

Snow leaps at me, tackling me to the ground and tries to strangle my neck. “I love you,” he’s whispering to me, menacing and hateful. It’s phenomenal. Is this how I die? I’ll take it.

Be true to your heart!” Penny casts.

“I’m madly in love with you,” Snow growls, and my half-dead heart beats faster. None of Penny’s spells are working. “I never stop thinking about you. I’m obsessed with you, Baz. I love you.” He keeps talking and strangling me.

The commotion dies down, so I look over Simon’s shoulder to see Ebb approaching with Penny explaining the situation.  Ebb looks amused when she casts love is patient, love is kind on Simon.

He’s finally able to control what he says, so when he spits “I fucking hate you, Baz,” at me, I know he’s genuine.

Ebb and Penny pull him away, and I lay on the ground for a few seconds longer, savoring the memory. Its as close to his love as I’ll ever get, and it’s fine, fine, fine.  

chrt-jiang  asked:

question for a fic: if dallas had a panic attack, would he ever let someone take his binder off if he couldn't do it himself? also are there people he doesn't wear a binder around cos he feels comfy enough with them? thankie thankie in advance!!

!!!!!! Hope this is Okay to publish 

at first he was only comfortable with it around Poppy, she’s just? Her presence is just “things are gonna be okay”. His panic attacks would be his face heating up, and since summer is Fast Approaching, binding make his body temp hotter than it should be, breathing harder, so Poppy would be the one who would follow Dallas to the locker room and take it Carefully Off. I think he wouldn’t be opposed to Malek taking it off for him but he’d be thoroughly embarrassed once he’s calm enough to process what’s happened, since Dallas never really mastered how to carefully remove your binder with Grace. When he’s come out, he’s probably comfy going sans binder with Malek. There’s this image of Malek turning around while Dallas is worming and struggling on the floor, trying to take off the thing. Every now and then, Malek would ask, “you sure you don’t need help, buddy?” 

why does Dallas worm the binder off? He doesn’t want to excessively stretch them out too much, even though his mom’s never batted an eyelash at their price, He Gets Anxious when his mom spends too much on him. So he refuses to remove it via waist. He pulls it over his arms, trying not to get stuck and it’s always a struggle that ends with him on his back on the floor, chest out and his dogs staring down at him, concerned. When Malek is there, back rigidly turned, he says, half laughing “I’m just imagining you’re like Frodo trapped in Shelob’s web. Maybe you need me, Malekwise Solhgee to help?”

also, if Malek helps him taking it off, he’d be all “remember?? Now I’m just thinking of you. Drowned in moonlight. Strangled by his own binder.”

I saw this sweaters on my dash and had to do this. 

I think we all know who bought them

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one king to another

big carry on fandom groupchat!

hello everyone!

@thegreatlawn​ recently made a post about making a big groupchat for the whole fandom, and even tho there are some smaller groupchats with some of us, there still wasn’t a big one where everyone could join in (as far as we know).

so we put our hands together and finally created one! the groupchat is on discord, which is an app you can download on either your phone or computer. if you don’t like to download apps, discord is also accessible through a normal webbrowser (discordapp.com).

everyone in the fandom can join, just message either me or @thegreatlawn for an invite and we’ll send you a link! the link will take you to the website, where you can create an account. after that, you can just open the app/browser, and you’ll be in the chat.

in the chat, there’ll be different channels, where u can start different conversations, or just if it gets too spammy (what it might get if a lot of people join), you can just carry on (ha) your conversation with someone in one of the other channels. there are also voice channels if you like to actually talk to each other, but we won’t really be using them. you’re free to use them, though!

please always be friendly to each other, this is a chat for friends. discourses are definitely allowed, but try to keep them civil.

if you have any questions about the chat, you can always contact @thegreatlawn​ or me and we’ll be happy to answer them :D. once again, the chat is for everyone in the fandom, don’t be scared to come ask for an invite! (the invites only work for 30 minutes, so if it doesn’t work anymore, just ask a new one).

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After that it was like “Okay! i’m on tour like when do you need it done, How can we going to make this happen” and uh… we you make things happen When you really wanna do them, So we really figured it out. - Carrie Underwood Behind The Scenes Of “The FighterMusic Video. ⭐️