ridiculous creature

henderdads:

This romantic ass shot bro

Ok, sorry, I didn’t wanted to be the one mentioning it but it’s giving

(via roomwithanopenfire)

“James!”

“One kiss, and you think the world is upside down.”

“Two kisses,” I say. And I take him by the back of his neck.

—From Chapter 62, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell.

✨

carry-on-image-described:

letraspal:
Time, wonderful thing.
[Image description: A digital colored drawing of aged Simon and Baz sitting on a beach at sunset. Simon has tan freckled skin and short curly bronze hair. He’s wearing a blue opened shirt over a white tshirt, shorts, and a golden wedding ring. He’s holding Baz close with one arm wrapped around his shoulders and kissing him on the head. Baz has pale skin, long black hair and he’s wearing a loose white shirt. His eyes are closed and he’s smiling. They’re holding hands. The background is a serene beach scenery, painted in warm colors by the setting sun. End ID]

bouchemordue:

nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool

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jyae23:

You’re so alive, Simon Snow.
You got my share of it.
Keep reading

jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists:

sakrafka:
@jusaleetleguy

facewithoutheart:

Thanks for the tags @bookishbroadwayandblind, @artsyunderstudy, @blackberrysummerblog & @monbons! Lovely to see you all today.
I’ve been quiet on the sharing front because when I’m not procrastinating on my original shit I’m writing 9-1-1 fic, but I’ve started plotting my FTH CO fics so I thought I’d share a brief piece of each of those.
Hark! The return of slutty Simon, my beloved:
To the hussy’s credit, he’s very good at holding down my ex-fiancé until I can pack up some of my belongings. (Thick thighs testing the fabric of his grey boxers as he straddles Lamb, though not sexually this time, his biceps barely straining as he uses one arm to twist Lamb’s behind his back and his spare hand to muffle Lamb’s repeated cries.)
The curly-haired man watches me, half-amused at Lamb’s refusal to quit struggling, “Where was this stamina earlier?”, half-intrigued about what I’m choosing to pack, “Is that a Paddington Bear?”
In which I give Simon my own obsession:
“Besides, Micah’s not my ex. We’re just on a break.”
Right then the kettle starts to whistle; we’re surrounded by snitches, apparently.
“Whatever you say,” I shrug, “just know that’s exactly what Dax thought when his girlfriend Babs took off on a European vacay at the end of season one.”
Penny pours water into the mug I’ve shoved next to hers. “I legitimately don’t even know what you’re talking about anymore.”
“You would if you watched the show,” I argue.
Tagging a few peeps @thewholelemon @raenestee @cutestkilla @bookish-bogwitch @skeedelvee @ileadacharmedlife @sillyunicorn @palimpsessed @martsonmars @stitchyqueer @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whatevertheweather @aristocratic-otter @larkral @letraspal @stardustasincocaine @orange-peony @run-for-chamo-miles @youarenevertooold @roomwithanopenfire @the-beard-of-edward-teach @rimeswithpurple @best–dress @prettygoododds @fiend-for-culture @otherpeoplesheartachept-2

Did you said slutty Simon???

the-beard-of-edward-teach:

Hi, all! I know I just posted WIP Wednesday BUT. i immediately went on and wrote damn near a thousand more words, including some that consumed me whole
I’m feeling so motivated and proud and utterly destroyed by my own creation, that I mentioned to the discord server about wanting to post six sentence sunday already.
Yall were super nice and said you’d read whenever, so here it is! thank you very much @roomwithanopenfire for suggesting Thwip Thursday!
Without further ado, here is some of my 2025 COBB!
since i’m not limiting myself to six sentences, here is some Simon pov this go around:
Merlin, that used to drive me mad. His voice in the mornings. Baz’s voice dropped before mine, that wanker. Always just two steps ahead of me. Two steps ahead and two inches taller.

One year, we came back after summer and Baz’s voice was deeper. Gravelly in the mornings. I didn’t notice it as much at first. By breakfast it was normal. Well, deeper than normal—it was the new normal. But first thing in the morning? Crowley it is rough and scratchy. I was jealous. I wanted my voice to be deeper. To sound like rocks crumbling under the relentless force of a waterfall when I first wake up. I wanted anything he had that I didn’t.

and here is the Baz pov that is destroying me:
To top it off, Snow was staring when I woke up. I cannot get a single moment of repose. He’s always there. Watching, staring. It’s nowhere near as bad as fifth year, but still awful. I won’t survive this. Him. I stare with longing, subtly, as to not get caught. He stares, unabashed, with overt hatred.
BAZ STARES DISCREETLY WITH LOVE
SIMON STARES OBVIOUSLY WITH HATRED
WHY MUST I WOUND MYSELF SO
tags under the cut (thank you guys for putting up with this for a second day):
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Baz: *exists*

Simon:

A digital colored drawing of aged Simon and Baz sitting on a beach at sunset. Simon has tan freckled skin and short curly bronze hair. He's wearing a blue opened shirt over a white tshirt, shorts, and a golden wedding ring. He's holding Baz close with one arm wrapped around his shoulders and kissing him on the head. Baz has pale skin, long black hair and he's wearing a loose white shirt. His eyes are closed and he's smiling. They're holding hands. The background is a serene beach scenery, painted in warm colors by the setting sun.

Time, wonderful thing.

ic3que3n:

I looked at the “girl with the pearl earring” and thought of Baz in his mom’s headscarf.

(via sillyunicorn)

The Slytherins 💚🖤

Dorcas Meadowes 💚

nyxelestia:

Fanart by @linta_610 on Twitter and reposted to Tumblr with the artist’s permission.
If you’re active on Twitter, show them some love on the original post.

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