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SEPTEMBER 24

SEPTEMBER 24

Ayy fam. It’s Bloodsport. Yay.

why are you so good??????? y’all please hold me AND GO LISTEN!!!!! TO A FUCKING LEGEND

beware of numpties~

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41yISHirh64)

finally got the guts to post this. Carry On trash on full view today. please enjoy this original song “To Simon”

For those of y’all who haven’t seen this yet, I wrote a song from Baz’s perspective “to Simon”

the carry on fandom is so soft??? so supportive??? like everyone on here is just a complete ray of sunshine yet ive almost never interacted with anyone??????????? how do i make friends ?? am i unapproachable ?? i feel so left out

Pssssssssst be my friend

wont have to say it twice we’re friends now

i see all these carry on blogs that i So Desperately want to be friends with but it’s like they’re the cool popular group of friends and i’m the shy idiot who wants to join them. so sad

really

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

as i was mindlessly going into my lecture hall, my radar suddenly went off and i fucking spotted SIMON SNOW. this is not a joke.

simon snow goes to my university. we have 2 common courses and i keep staring at him during those i took 0 notes. how do i approach????? i seriously need help 

i also want to add:

Y’ALL ASKING FOR PICTURES.

i’m crazy so i had to show my friends and take a video of his back, and also because i’m crazier, i will SOMEDAY get a picture. (with his consent)

i take this as a very serious mission starting from monday, I WILL BE UPDATING THIS POST.

(and i will try to let him know he looks like simon snow if i ever have the courage to even open my mouth in front of him)

before reading further please check this :) : https://basiltonsnowpitch.tumblr.com/post/178115737515/hey-dont-wanna-be-a-party-pooper-or-anything-but

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

as i was mindlessly going into my lecture hall, my radar suddenly went off and i fucking spotted SIMON SNOW. this is not a joke.

simon snow goes to my university. we have 2 common courses and i keep staring at him during those i took 0 notes. how do i approach????? i seriously need help 

Push him down the stairs 

is this a challenge? because i will most certainly take it on.

I wonder if rainbow has planned something amazing for wayward son’s chapter 61 (if it is that long), it might even top carry on’s 61

Chapter 61

Baz

It’s our wedding day

Chapter 61

Simon

I finally know. After all these years and all these questions, I finally know the truth.

Baz flatirons his hair.

Chapter 61

Baz

I can’t believe Simon and I broke up

Alt.

Chapter 61

Baz

Hes really dead

Chapter 61

Baz

So, it’s been a century since you died. Happy anniversary old man.

liSTEN YALL NEED TO STOP

Chapter 61

Baz

It’s been 2 years since I last saw Simon. He watched me leave, and didn’t even try to stop me.

excuse me this post was meant to be wholesome

Chapter 61

Simon

I can no longer feel my arm, my hand and the majority of my face.

I can’t move.

Baz has me, devouring me with his sharp teeth. Tearing my flesh, ripping out chunks, and swallowing my blood in large gulps.

I’ve tried, I’ve tried hard to stop him. I can do nothing, but watch as the man I once loved is killing me.

This feeling is numbness, it’s mutated from the sadness knowing I can’t help him anymore, it’s become the final thing I’ll feel before it’s all over.

It’s taken control of him and I will die at the cost of it. If there’s anything left of Baz in there I know he’s fighting it, but I know my Baz has died too.

Chapter 61:

Baz

Here we are again. In the forest. The same forest where Snow stopped me from killing myself.

He’s kissing me again, only this time, the forest is not on fire.

He’s just kissing me.

Chapter 61:

Simon getting back his magic, at least part of it and it’s because of Simon’s and Baz’s love

bless

Chapter 61:

Baz

Curse me for going hunting just a couple minutes before this.

Now Simon can see me blushing really hard.

This is a disaster.

Chapter 61:

Baz

Simon is in the floor bleeding, nobody knows what happened, Baz try to stop the blood falling from his husband but he can’t, he is dying, then Baz kiss him “Simon Snow is going to die kissing me” he thought and rigth before it Simon’s breath stops, he is dead.

yall need to stop before i block all your asses

this post is an emotional train wreck honestly

y’all are grounded go sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done

Chapter 61:

Simon

Everyone thought we’d destroy each other. That we were both destined to live short lives. Mutually assured destruction. And I guess that what this is. Destruction. Decimation. Creation- or…recreation, of a sort.

Baz in a suit. Me in a leather jacket. Leaving the people we used to know behind. Heading off to the unknown. Heading off to America. *CHICAGO BY SUFJAN STEVENS PLAYS*

Chapter 61:

Baz

“Quit worrying, Snow, we know she’ll be alright,” Baz watched as his husband paced around the waiting room, his hands tugging on his curls, messing them up even further.

“But what if she won’t be alright,” His face was twisted in worry, brows furrowed and a scrunched up nose. It was actually pretty adorable. Not that Baz would voice that out loud.

“Simon, you know she’ll be-“

“Penelope Bunce?” Baz was cut off by a nurse, who motioned for them to step into the room. Simon walked quickly over to Baz and laced their fingers together tightly.

Simon’s palm was sweaty against his own, Baz didn’t let go. Together they hesitantly entered the room.

Penelope lay on the hospital bed, a small bundle cradled in the crook of her arm. Micah stood next to her, grinning proudly at his wife. Penelope smiled once at the bundle, before passing it to her husband. Micah wordlessly walked over to them both, and handed the child over to Baz.

“He has your eyes,” Micah spoke to Simon. Baz didn’t have to look to know that Simon’s eyes had welled with tears.

“Natasha,” Baz whispered, running a finger down their daughter’s nose. Simon let his head rest on Baz’s shoulder as they stared at their daughter.

“Your nose,” Simon murmured softly. “And your mouth” Baz hummed in agreement.

“Your curls” Baz whispered, indeed a small curl had freed itself from the swaddle of blankets, not unlike Simon’s own, in every way but one.

“But your color,” Simon twirled the black curl around his pinky finger, and let it bounce back up as he let it go. Still holding Natasha securely in one arm, Baz wrapped his other around Simon’s waist, pulling the two people he loves most into his arms.

“Thank you, Pen- I- thank you,” Simon choked out. Penny beamed at the pair.

“Just don’t count on me for the next one,” she said, and Simon let out a breathless chuckle.

A certain potion, once given, allowed a surrogate to birth the child of two different individuals, yet required a bond between the two- so much so that their love could bring about a way of new life

THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH this is what my post needed

Chapter 61

Baz

“Wake up, Snow. It’s your birthday.”

Simon groans and hits me playfully, he’s always moody in the morning. With a half smirk and tired eyes, he rolls over and faces me.

“Baz… it’s early…” He whines, and pulls the duvet over his face so only his golden curls peek out. My hand tugs at the covers so I can see his eyes. He stares at me then clamps his eyes shut and rolls over.

“Simon,” there’s some seriousness in my voice. “You’ve got to get up.” I duck my head under the covers and kiss the back of his neck until he turns and he kisses me back.

“Morning…” his voice is croaky and coarse, and Crowley it’s cute.

“I love your stupid face, but it’s time to get up.” He holds my hand and I squeeze it in response, but he’s silent.

“Snow?”

Still no response.

So I get silent, too. Communicating through the patterns I make on his hand with my thumb, pulling back the covers so I can see his face fully…

And pushing him full force out of bed.

There’s a dull thud from the floor.

“You prick!” I hear from the side of the bed. It’s hard to contain my laughter.

“I told you to get up!”

“That’s it!”

Before I knew it, his hand darted at my wrist and he yanked me on the floor too. I laugh and press my lips against his.

“I love you, old man.”

(Does this excuse the angst now???)

this is adorable, you’re back on my nice list

This was such a rollarcoaster i had to sit down for a minute

Chapter 61 Baz

I think back to all the times I saw him like this in our room at Watford. Asleep, so much so that only I would be able to tell that he’s only just tipping into it. His reality, right now, must be blurred between reality and dream. His skin is flushed and I know that he is probably boiling. I used to believe he was overheating on all that excess magic that he harbored, but the reality of the situation is that Simon Snow is a human furnace. (Even with his shirt off. Trust me, I’d know.)

His eyebrows twitch downwards and he shifts around. However, instead of kicking his blanket haohazardly onto the floor as I witness him do many times years ago, he easily tucks his head against the crook of my neck. His arm falls around my waist as though it is the most natural thing in the world. 

I sigh, but there is no malice behind it as there used to be. Rather, it is only backed by contentmess and drowsiness. I close my book without folding the page down to hold my place (Yes, I’m one of those people. Sue me.) without a second thought. I’d long since abandoned the page in favour of staring at Simon. (Because I can do that now, unabashedly.)

“Crowley, Simon,” I begin, placing my book off to the side. “You’re burning.” My hand drifts to his back, and his skin feels so hot against mine as he grunts tiredly in response. Said hand drifts up to card through his curls as I opt not to push for any words from him. “Goodnight, then,” I pause for a moment before quietly adding, “I love you.” 

The nudge of his nose against my neck is all the indication I need that he loves me, too. 

who allowed this?