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AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM CRYING

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#wayward son #simon snow #rainbow rowell #carry on #snowbaz #we alive again

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2019 bby!1!!!!1!

#YAS #love this meme #carry on #wayward son #2019!#who cares if it's dec 31st #rainbow rowell #simon snow #baz pitch #simon x baz #snowbaz #sticking to our theme?

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Some guy in Ancient Greece, pointing at a perfectly climbable mountain: There are gods up there!

The rest of Ancient Greece: Sick, no need to fact check that

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the greeks at the gates of troy

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Heck yeah he would

i gAVE THE PUPPY A PUPPY

(i mean let’s be real simon would LOVE dogs)

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on #wayward son #rainbow rowell #simon and puppies

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Just when I start to function normally, a post like this shows up in my feed and destroys me all over again

“If Penelope were here, I’d tell her she’s wrong about me. She thinks I solve everything with my sword. But apparently, I can also solve things with my mouth – because, so far, every time I lean into Baz, he shuts up and closes his eyes.”

— Simon Snow in Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

#snowbaz #rainbow rowell #simon snow #baz pitch #simon x baz #carry on #wayward son #sticking to our theme?#i guess so?

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More (!) SnowBaz One Shots

Its been an hour since they got her and they still couldn’t think of a name. Simon held the dog’s leash as they walked down the busy streets of London. A week after their pivotal We Should Get a Dog discussion they found themselves in one of the many animal shelters London had to offer. The couple was instantly smitten with the stout American bulldog because, well, she appeared to be smiling, underbite and all.

“Baz, darling, loved one, we need to get this dog. She wants to be loved. By us. Lookit, she even has upside down fangs.” Simon then pointed to the aforementioned underbite.

It didn’t take much to convince Baz.

Which is why they were currently wracking their brains for the newest member of their family. Simon held the dog’s leash, but the dog was leading him more than Simon was walking her. His arm was outstretched all the way, and Baz would be a damn fool if he didn’t notice the way Simon’s arm was toned underneath the cotton of his Iron Man comic shirt.

She was panting heavily, and Simon and Baz weren’t sure if it was due to all of the excitement of the day, she was hot, or maybe she just tired super easily.

“Okay,” started Simon, “we gotta give our furry little friend a name. Say the first name that comes to mind.”

“Veronica.” Baz blurted out.

“Too harsh.”

“Cheryl.”

“Too average American housewife.”

“Blossom.”

“Oh my god Baz you have been watching way too much Riverdale.” Baz blushed slightly, and Simon would be lying if he said he didn’t find it adorable. “But… what about the name Betty? I kind of like how it's the quintessential grandma name.” Simon looked at the ground, waiting for the snark that was bound to leave Baz’s lips.

But it never came.

“I think that’s a perfect name, Snow.” The two, well, three, of them stopped in their tracks, and Simon and Baz looked at each other and shared a smile filled with blissful happiness. Baz then bent down on the sidewalk and looked right at Betty.

“Welcome to the family, Betty Snow-Pitch.”

And to think Baz said he didn’t like dogs.

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“Your nose is going to peel so badly in a few days.” Remarked Baz sparing a glance from the driver’s seat at his boyfriend, who was preoccupied with looking out the window, looking like a tired toddler. His bronze curls were disheveled, sand peeking out from the base of his scalp, new freckles already forming on his cheekbones, and, of course, a nose the color of strawberry jam. (Someone forgot to reapply sunscreen after they took a dip in the water.)

“Ugh, yes I know Baz. I’m burnt. I’m crisp. I have baby skin or whatever you called it earlier. We get it, the sun’s wrath conquered me.” Simon said playfully, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. Baz chuckled, his nose crinkled up. “Oh Christmas,” Simon said with realization, “Penny is absolutely going to destroy me. My nose, my shoulders, even my bloody legs— I look like a walking tomato.”

Now Baz was full on hysterical laughing, his nose all scrunched, eyes squinted, lips revealing every one of his pearly whites. He “good-naturedly” stuck his hand out to pat Simon on the shoulders, an act of comradeship he claimed, which resulted in an aggravated wince from Simon. With his pale gray eyes back on the road and arms lazily gripping the wheel at 10 and 2, he said “Oh cheer up, Snow. Maybe we can pick up some aloe vera gel on the way home. I’d be more than happy to rub it on your toasty shoulders.” Baz and Simon made brief eye contact, Baz raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Simon smiled a sweet, shy smile, exposing a dimple in his left cheek. “Alright, Baz, then I think this whole sunburn ordeal might be worth it after all.” Simon went back to gazing out the window absentmindedly. He stuck his hand out of the open car window, making waves in the air, angling his wrist this way and that, redirecting the breeze.

The drive home from the beach was filled with content silence. Their bodies tight from the sun, sand trapped in the seams of the fabric seats, sunglasses lazily resting on their heads, and golden, late-afternoon rays capturing the moment forever in a hazy glow.

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It was a year after the incident. You know, the incident from last year during winter break. With the Mage and Ebb and Simon— yeah, you know the one.

Simon and Baz had just arrived back at Simon’s apartment from Watford. Penny was staying with her parents.

Watford had thrown a remembrance type event to celebrate Ebb’s memory, the conquer of Good over Bad, the evil, the Insidious Humdrum, or whatever you would want to call it. Everyone was “invited,” but it wasn’t a celebration where people sent out invites or anything. It was like a funeral, people heard about it through word of mouth.

Headmistress Bunce wanted to honor the courage of everyone involved the whole affair, carefully avoiding any mention of the Mage.

Baz saw how hard it was for Simon to be back, especially on the anniversary of the night that Simon lost his gift, his power. He could practically feel the pain radiating off of Simon. Baz wanted to be a sponge and absorb all of his troubles.

He saw that he only cried once during the whole affair. When he saw Ebb’s portrait as they walked into the school.

But they were home now. Thankfully no one stared at Simon for too long or asked him how it felt being magic-less. If they did, so help him god, Baz would have made them wish they’d never been born.

Simon climbed into bed, not bothering to shower, simply slipping on his sweatpants and a worn gray cotton t-shirt. Baz followed suit, carefully taking off his clothes and hanging them up neatly in the closet. (It didn’t matter that he didn’t live there, half of Simon’s wardrobe was filled with Baz’s things.) Baz climbed into bed and snuggled up next to Simon, enveloping him in his arms.

“Love,” he started tentatively, “do you want to talk ab-“

“No, Baz. I love you, but I can’t relive it right now.” His voice was muffled. Simon had his good days and his bad, like everyone. He was working hard with his therapist to overcome the trauma of that fateful winter day, and he was also relearning who he was. A sometimes painful and heartbreaking process. But for the most part, he was his usual annoyingly charming self. But today was one of those really bad days.

“Tell me a story, Baz,” Simon whispered. They would play this game sometimes when life became too overwhelming; they’d escape themselves for a little bit.

“Okay, love.” Baz nestled his head in the space between Simon’s head and shoulder. He began: “There was once a prince, and he was so stupidly brave. And kind. Like, he was the type of guy who would’ve washed the windows of a children’s hospital dressed as Spiderman type of kind. He was made out of it. He tried to make everyone feel like they had a special place in this world.” Baz paused, thinking about where the story should go next. He reached up and brushed his fingers through Simon’s hair.

“But, somehow, the prince realized that he wasn’t really a prince.” Baz could tell Simon knew where the story was going, but he was kind enough to let him continue. “However, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t technically a prince anymore, because he was still himself, ya know, just without all those fancy titles. He was still stupidly brave, and more good-looking than anyone had a right to be, and still so marvelously kind.” He paused and kissed Simon’s ear. “You are still you, Simon. Please, never forget that. Never forget that I will always love you, Simon, in any form. Chosen One, prince, vampire, toad, it doesn’t matter, you are still you.”

The pair of them stayed quiet for a long time when Simon finally broke the silence and turned to face Baz in the dark. “I love you too, Baz, in any form. Forever.”

“I know, Simon.” They leaned their foreheads against each other, an act so intimate, more so than any kiss, and it felt like their hearts were jolted using jumper cables. “Let's get some rest, love.”

And they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

#snowbaz #simon x baz #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #carry on #wayward son #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #one shot

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chaos-is--asexual · 6 years

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#greek mythology #kinda sticking to our theme

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two posts?? one day?? i know, its out of character

yike, the greek goddess of passive distress and mild horror

#Greek Mythology #kinda sticking to our theme #ay its not snowbaz

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Greek Mythology, amirite

The birth of dabbing

#Greek Mythology #kinda sticking to our theme #what a shock its not snowbaz

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SnowBaz One Shots

I found me a hopeless case, and resolve to love

“You’re hopeless, you know,” Baz said to Simon, trying to suppress his grin as Simon, who’s sitting all the way across the table, managed to get cherry jam all over his cheeks. “Just because you have wings doesn’t mean you have to act like an animal, Snow.”

Simon shoots him an incredulous look. “Hey, you know what, I’m trying my best here. It's not easy to adapt to cherry filled scones. Wings are nothing compared to the drastic life change I’m working with here.” Simon then proves his point by licking the jam that leaked down his arm. Baz looks away with disgust.

“And besides, Baz, you’re just worried I’ll get jam on your shirt.” Simon gestures to the green Watford Football shirt. (It's a little big on him, but Simon would never admit it, good thing Baz doesn’t let him forget.)

Baz stands up, grabs Simon’s shirt and pulls his sticky face up towards his own. “So very worried,” he whispers, barely an inch from Simon’s face. “You’re such a mess, Simon Snow.” He kisses Simon. He tastes like cherries.

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All dressed in my Sunday best

“Remind me why we’re going to church?”

“Because its Easter, Snow, that’s what you do,” Baz responded from the bathroom where he was getting ready. He and Simon were heading to Oxford to celebrate the holiday with his family. Baz knew he couldn’t miss a chance to see his younger siblings get all excited about the Easter bunny and all. They were too old to believe in it, of course, but who wasn’t generally thrilled about the idea of waking up to candy.

“I just can’t believe I have to wear a freaking tie,” Simon continued, “and then, like a jacket on top of that. Jesus its Easter but is a suit really necessary?” Simon agonized in front of the mirror, fiddling with his tie that refused to tie. “Fuck I can’t get this.” He ripped the navy and white striped tie over his bronze locks. “Screw it Baz,” he yelled, “I’m done with this!”

At that moment, Baz emerged from the bathroom, clad in a blue shirt adorned with red floral blossoms, and a blue jacket with black lapels, his raven hair slicked back, straight from the set of Grease, or one of those old black-and-white vampire films. “It's not proper to curse on Easter, Snow.” He walked over to the dresser and put on the watch Fiona gave him for his seventeenth birthday.

“Holy hell, Baz. You look like a pop star.”

Baz smirks out of the corner of his mouth. “Who’s kidding who, we both know I’m far more handsome than a regular pop star.” He shoots Simon a wink. ��Now let's see about that tie of yours.”

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We can have a dog and all the rest, we can live it up

“I don’t like dogs.”

“That’s such a lie. You love Lucy.”

“No I don’t, Agatha’s dog has a weird twitchy eye. And I thoroughly dislike that show, it's so outdated.” Baz snickers to himself, clearly proud of the fact that he made that joke.

Simon slings his arm around Baz’s neck, not amused by Baz’s quip. “Ha ha, very funny, says the guy who spent four hours watching reruns of The Honeymooners, not 24 hours ago.” Baz opens his mouth to retort that comment but quickly closes it, realizing he doesn’t quite have a leg to stand on in that argument.

Baz and Simon walk down a busy street in London, wandering aimlessly, as they usually do on lovely Sunday afternoons. Simon still has his arm around Baz as he’s on his phone, googling the closest animal shelter. Baz is playing the dutiful role of shoulder-to-lean-on and has his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes hidden by reflective sunglasses and making sure that Simon doesn’t accidentally walk into any trashcans or oncoming pedestrians.

“We have to get a dog, Baz. I was never able to have a dog in any of my homes, it would literally be a dream come true. You can make my dream come true, Baz, think of the power in your hands.” The longing and wholesome desire in his voice so evident, his bright blue eyes positively reeking with innocence.

Without thinking, Baz spat out, a slight twinge of fear in his voice, “Its what married people do, Simon; They get dogs.” He didn’t realize what he said when he said it, but Baz saw Simon deflate. It's not like marriage was an abstract possibility for them, they have been dating for three years now. But just that idea, the feeling of being contractually tied down to another person was too much for them at the moment. That being said, they were pretty tied to each other now, minus the written statement.

Simon turns to Baz, the two of them stopping on a busy sidewalk. From the way that Simon placed his hand on the back of Baz’s neck, Baz could tell that whatever Simon was about to say was going to be serious. (A rarity for Simon.)

“Yes that’s what married people do, and I’m not going to stand here and pretend like that’s not in the cards for us, and I won’t let you do that, either. I love you, and you love me, and we don’t need to get married now or in the next 100 years, just be with me, ‘kay? How about we just enjoy the ride.” Simon pulled Baz down to meet his lips and kissed him, a kiss that conveyed all the love that was coursing through Simon’s veins; it was a bear hug of a kiss.

“I love you too, Simon.” Baz was blushing slightly, and a smile was hidden in the corner of his mouth. Simon beamed, and it was like the sun was shining down on his face. His own personal rainbow. They grabbed each other’s hand, fingers intertwining, and continue walking down the street.

“So, Baz, there’s a shelter three blocks from here, in case you’re interested.”

“I suppose that might be worth looking into, Simon.”

#snowbaz #carry on #wayward son #songfic #fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch #simon x baz #rainbow rowell #i tried #sonsick #one shot #fanfic

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