#Baz black cat

[letraspal]

“I thought— I mean… I’ve killed so many things for you.”

Chapter 16, Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell.

Day 2 | Confession | @carryon-countdown

[rimeswithpurple]

Happy Wednesday! COBB is upon us and I'm super proud of our work; I'm also decompressing a little from such a big project. So I don't have any drawing to share, but I've made a lot of progress on my sweater. I really like that my Wednesday posts have turned into knitting updates!

The knitting gods have blessed (cursed?) me with the spirit of Just One More Row this week. I zoomed through the third and fourth buttonholes and finished the sweep trim! I've now set up my stitches to do an Italian Bind Off which is so finicky that I need to look it up every time I have to do it and it's gotta be done in one go or I'll forget what step I'm on. The result is a gorgeous bind off edge, but it takes forever. I need to pick up a shorter circular knitting needle to do the sleeves because the magic loop kills my flow. Also, enjoy a photobomb from my cat, Baz!

Tags and hellos below!

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[whatevertheweather]

Hi hello. I miss y'all. That is my own fault but it's still true, and I'm writing this on saturday night and feeling maudlin about how wonderful and talented and dear this fandom is and how I never join in anymore, so I'm making my little post okay.

I'm going with Musical Chairs again because it's so far past time for that to be done. And I've said this before, but it is approaching done. And I'm gonna get into that, but it'll all be behind the scenes rambling, so it's below the cut, and for those who don't want to delve that far, here is some freshly written Penny POV.

“Ah,” Shepard smiled, “a good deed wasn’t motive enough on its own?” “Not when it’s for a stupid reason.” “What is your un-stupid reason?” “Un-stupid?” Penny repeated. She turned resolutely to her drink. “Nevermind. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” “Hey now,” Shepard said, ducking into her line of sight. “You struck me as someone who prefers being honest.” It was a job not to smile at that, but Penny put the work in.

Now for the mess.

It's a good mess I think. I have a new section in my miscellany document, tucked in between nine (9) sections of ramblings and cut scenes, and the new section is called "we got it this time boys," and I think it's right. I've written a full draft of the scene that's been holding us all back. It's there in its entirety, it just needs to be edited. And I'm so scared to reread it, because every time I think I got this scene right I come back and it's wrong. Which I've decided to be fine with, because so what!!! So what if I got 36k right and there's 5k that doesn't quite hit the way I want it to!!! The earth will keep spinning!!!

Anyway, "we got it this time boys" is 3 pages of what is technically kind of an outline for 5 pages of story, and every time I read the header it's in the voice of someone from some black-and-white hardboiled detective noir, which brings me the joy that might be the only reason I feel I've gotten it right in the first place. The outline is all written about as cohesively as it starts:

I think maybe, and gosh haven’t I said this a million times, I just need to stop trying to go that way. Stop trying to go any way. Like always “how do I get them to this moment” instead of “what would they do in this situation.” Unfortunately, the latter requires I connect with them on a level I’m not sure I can right now. But I guess let’s try. Actually let’s go for a walk, I can see the sun setting on the top of the house across the way and it’s lovely. Okay nice, it was lovely. Relaxing, refreshing. Saw a stump that looked like a beaver. Saw a cat. Thought of the opening to something I’m never going to write. So anyway,

It also sort of ends with:

Oh shit came up on an obstacle immediately. [Redacted]. This does not actually open the door for Baz to say something that can incite “[Redacted].” Fuck god okay whoops already going completely back on all I’ve decided and thinking maybe we could keep some of the new exchange I’d written, maybe he does reveal the ugh no stop I hate this. Just figure out a transition to bring in [...], what would Baz say to that other than what I’ve written him saying to that which doesn’t work for what I’m trying to do. I guess it could just be, like…he murmurs incorrigible. Or something. With a raised brow, a la baz. Sure let’s do that, however, I’ve laid down to do this and learned I’m actually quite sleepy, so let’s do it another time. Hopefully I don’t come up on another immediate problem and despair. Just remember not to start combining things and rereading things yet, okay. Please.

This would be alarming if I hadn't already gotten past this point and written the thing. So I'm going to go into editing it with the mindset that nothing substantial shall change and boohoo to me if I want it to, and once that's done we're pretty much home free.

Now tags.

Gonna dip a toe back into being melancholy and wistful about this fandom k, I really do miss it even though I'm the only one keeping me out. You're all my friends even if that is a surprise for you to hear because we haven't talked in months or maybe ever, but I love each and every one of you x

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[azsazz]

One cat never stays one cat~ I wonder how the reader will react when Az gets one more cat home 🥺

okay but what if its not a kitten, but something else...😂😏

"Daddy! Mommy! Look," Zuzu squeals excitedly, running up to the house.

She and her brothers had been playing in the large backyard while you and Az prepped food for their dinners, watching them through the kitchen window. The creamy skies are a plethora of oranges and pinks, the sun dipping slowly behind the red mountains lining your backyard.

The location of your home was important to both you and Azriel when selecting to build your dream home, and having a spacious backyard overlooking the mountains for your children to run around and for your family to have the privacy you needed was one of your top wants when looking for land.

You look up from the sandwich you're currently cutting the crusts off of, and your mate pauses, halting his action of spreading jam on bread.

Zuzu's hair is plastered to her head with sweat, cheeks flushed and her wings fluttering behind her excitedly. Her violet dress is rumpled and smudged with dirt and her knees are red from where she's fallen on your walk in town yesterday, too eager to get her favorite ice cream from town.

"What is it, Zuz?" Azriel asks, putting down the knife and bread. He rounds the corner, moving towards his daughter with a soft smile and brushing the sweaty hair from her eyes.

Your children often brought you rocks and things from the backyard to show off, sometimes the odd toy Azriel or their uncles liked to stop by and hide for them to find.

Zuzu beams up at her father, dark eyes sparkling, grin wide. It makes your heart flutter, the love that they have for each other, your mate and his daughter.

"We found another kitty!" She exclaims, and your brow furrows. You knew that Zuzu was a bit disappointed that her new kitten, Elixir, had taken a liking to Jax and Azriel more than her, and it seemed like she brought it upon herself to find another pet to bring into the family. You however, aren't so sure about this.

Six children and one cat are already a handful, you're not entirely sure you can handle another. And if Zuzu has claimed two pets, it will only be a matter of time until Wren asks for a fish or Baz finds a Naga-hound to befriend. Maybe they've found another kitten in the barn and it can live out there but they can still visit it.

You share a look with your mate and pull away from the counter to move closer. Your stomach is already knots, the 'no, you can't keep him' on the tip of your tongue, when she calls for her brothers.

Baz stumbles through the back door and into the kitchen. He's struggling with the lump of black in his arms, huffing and puffing as Wren leads the way, holding the door open for him.

Your heart stops in your chest with such a force your knees nearly give out when the light catches on Baz's arms. It looks like one of Jax's stuffed animals come to life. It's nearly as big as him, its silky black coat shining in the light. It's whiskers are long and twitching, and it licks its lips, revealing sharp teeth.

"Oh my Gods," you exclaim, scooping up Zuzu into your arms as Azriel launches himself towards the animal in Baz's arms, gripping it by the scruff and hauling it from his grasp.

It's a wildcat.

"Dad," Baz pouts, reaching up for the animal. He wants to hold it, he found it, and it's his, not Zuzu's. "He's mine!"

"No, he's not," Azriel responds, holding the baby wild creature away from his sons. He doesn't even know how they found something like this, but he has an inkling the shadows creeping slowly out of the room have had a hand in this. "You can't keep this!"

"Please?" Wren begs, eyes round as saucers. He's pulled Baz to his chest and they both blink up at you and then Az, pleading. "He's so cute!"

And...you'll give them that. The thing is only a baby, chewing on his paw and blinking around the room with gold eyes, all but purring in Azriel's grasp. It doesn't look bothered in the slightest, nor aware of the tension in the room.

"He might be cute now, but when he's fully grown and bigger than all of us, you won't think so."

"You don't know that," Baz crosses his arms over his chest, looking like you and Azriel have utterly betrayed him. It makes your heart ache but you cannot allow them to keep this creature. "Shadow is a nice kitty."

"He's not a kitty—you named him already?" Azriel asks, exasperated. Leave it to his children to capture and bring home the beasts of Prythian. "I'm sorry, but we cannot keep this one, Baz."

"Fine," he huffs, turning his chin down, "We don't have to keep Shadow, if we can get another kitten."

Your mouth parts in shock, looking between your three eldest and this ruse they've come up with to try and blackmail both you and your mate into getting another kitten.

You share a look with Azriel, a knowing one. He doesn't like this as much as you don't, and you set Zuzu down next to her brothers and stand by Azriel's side, staring down at your intelligent children.

"Go wash up for dinner, now, while I bring Shadow home."

[that-disabled-princess]

Random bedroom things poll

Thanks for the tag @bazzybelle! What a fun tag game to do while recovering from an event 🥰

Rules: Pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

The RHPS fic in question by the brilliant @skeedelvee with cover art by @stardustasincocaine.

Tagging Skee, stardustasincocaine, and @hoothalcyon @valeffelees @no-cinnamon-for-synonym @stitchy-queerista @nausikaaa

@iamamythologicalcreature @confused-bi-queer 💖💖

[noirapocalypto]

ᴏᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ

I'm very late, but tagged by @katsigian and @kharonion to fill out this OC questionnaire. Thank you both so much! 🖤

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Isiah Hale

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: SVLEM or Salem--being his stagename. His father called him 'Zay, and his other father calls him 'Lil Boy'

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis Male - He/Him

ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱɪɢɴ: Aquarius Sun - Sagittarius Moon - Leo Rising

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2" (188cm)

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Gay

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ/ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: American with a English, Swedish, Russian, and Cajun background

ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ: Mango--he misses the fruit cups he used to get back home in Houston. It was always his go-to treat whenever he went into the city.

ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: Autumn, he likes seeing the leaves change colors when he visits his coven's family estate. He also likes the cold, crisp air--and everyone knows Autumn is spooky season.

ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ: Black Dahlias--Black Narcissus Dahlias to be exact.

ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ: Cannabis--not just because he's a very frequent user, but because it reminds him of home. Casey and Baz were cannabis farmers. He remembers the way they used to smell when they would come back inside from tending to their crops, or the way the greenhouse smelled when he was a bit older and began to help them tend to their plants. It's a comforting smell to him. He associates it with happy memories.

ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ, ᴛᴇᴀ, ᴏʀ ʜᴄ: Salem's very much a coffee guy--preferably iced coffee. But he enjoys a good hot chocolate too, he won't say no to one. He's not the biggest fan of tea and likely avoids hot tea as much as he can. Though, he'll still drink it if a ritual or spell calls for it. If he were to drink tea, it's gotta be iced. Salem's an iced drink type of guy.

ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ: It depends what's going on. Most of the time, he gets his full eight hours--though it's usually during the day. The times when he's most restless is when he's upset about something or if old memories are keeping him awake. Although, when he's on tour, he doesn't get much sleep at all. Maybe he'll be able to squeeze in about three hours, four if he's lucky--but otherwise, he's mostly running on caffiene. This is around the time when he starts wanting to wrap it up and go home.

ᴅᴏɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ: He seems more of a cat person. Which is funny, considering his friend group consists of mainly werewolves.

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛʀɪᴘ: Salem really wants to see the Northern Lights in person. He hasn't found the opportunity to, but he'd like to travel to wherever the best view of those is. The Southern Lights are also on his bucket list.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Not a specific character, but Salem tends to like slashers from various horror flicks. No particular reason why, of course. Definitely doesn’t wear the masks or have his partner wear the mask while with him. Certainly not.

ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ: During the summer, Salem sleeps with a lightweight comforter and the flat sheet beneath that. If he’s having a particularly warm night, he’ll ditch the comforter all together. During the winter, however, he'll swap the comforter for something much more thick. He'll layer up if he has to: flat sheet, comforter, and another blanket over that. Salem gets cold pretty easily, so he'll roll himself up into a burrito until all you see are tuffs of dark hair sticking out. As per Salem’s usual aesthetic, he prefers darker colored sheets.

ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ: Salem has a bit of an online presence with his fanbase, which begins to pick up after he successfully completes rehab. Sometimes he interacts with fans, answering questions they send him either honestly or with a not very serious answer--depending on his mood and what the question is. Other times, he'll stream his music making process, giving others a peek into what it is he does and how his creative process works. It's one of the rare moments Salem lets others take a glance into his personal life. He won't really admit it, but there was a brief period when he was getting himself together where he went through a bout of loneliness--after having cut his former toxic entourage loose. Not having anyone to spend time with--he began to stream and sought company through his supporters. It's not something he does too often, maybe once every other week or so. But it's a big of a sign of growth--Salem allowing himself to open up and allow himself, as a person, to be known.

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I'm just catching up so I'm not going to tag anyone as I'm sure most have already done this or have been tagged. But if you see this and would like to fill it out for your OC, consider yourself tagged!

[original-character-championship]

Bracket A Round 1 First Half Results!!!

This first wave of polls has been chaotic and filled with propaganda, even from unexpected sources (Thank you everyone who drew fanart of any of the characters!!!) but unfortunately, it has come to an end! You could simply check the bracket, or even look up the polls for the results, but where would be the fun in that?

Poll 1

Nova Williams the alien child won against Baz the kitten brainworm with a 74% to 26%!!! guess they didn't succeed in spreading enough brainworms

Poll 2

Cat against rat! Cat Hax the cat robot managed to catch Snoodle Rattigan the rat priest with 59% to his 41%!! May he end up in rat heaven.

Poll 3

Spaventapasseri the hot pathetic dilf completely SWEPT the Scientist with nearly 75% of votes! Did he have the support of the hero commission? who knows!

Poll 4

Joan Church managed to beat Starus the epic :3 with 60% of votes against his nearly 40% with the power of christian trauma (and this cool armour) !!!

Poll 5

Friendships have been forged, alliances nearly made, but, in the end, Max didn't manage to tie with Nigel Nigel, who won with nearly 53% of the votes against her 47%! However, these two guitar players have finished the closest to one another out of all the brackets, with only a 6% difference - not even 21 votes!! In the spirit of the crossover art, I am offering them the choice of a team up!! @spw-art @bjursta do you want to start a band?

Poll 6

Jasper the buggirl has won against Soso the plant zombie with 65% of votes! Soso should've brought a pesticide :(

Poll 7

Despite enormous amounts of propaganda, Cal the cat mcr stan has lost against Destruction the robot nurse with not even 40% of votes against her 60%! The support for girls who assist in medical malpractice was just too strong <3

Poll 8

Theodore Aphelion III couldn't get the percentage of votes to his favourite number (57) and lost against Celiry Stik! I am giving him an orange so he doesn't feel so sad that he only got 35% of votes

Poll 9

Valentine the genderweird werewolf musician won against Pup the genderfluid demon with 70% of the votes! This fight was very gender I want what both of them have.

Poll 10

Mic Michaelson the evil game show host managed to beat Avery the pathetic wet godfather! What can I say, 58% of people love mushrooms and only 42% of people love depressed parental figures

Poll 11

Sister Virtue - Theophania managed to exorcise the lovecore demon Amadeo Kenzie despite the protection provided by A Lot of propaganda and gained 64% of the votes! This poll got the most votes out of all the polls (614!!!) which is almost double the average (a little above 300)

Poll 12

Garner - Caelum the demigod antihero won against Allara Foln! I suppose it is harder to beat a demigod than ancient robots, but she still managed to get more than 32% of the votes!

Poll 13

Stephanie Silvers the he/him lesbian beat BOB the KILLER-REMEMBER with 69(nice)% of the votes!!! The beauty of a pink stick figure apparently didn't win our voters over :(

Poll 14

The large amount of propaganda worked for Kirk "Chinook" Raymond, as he beat Madea Whitewistle with over 73% of the votes! I would also like to apologize to Madea for misspelling her name multiple times, even though I have always managed to catch it in time.

Poll 15

In a battle of cute creachers, only one can win, and this time it was Valrik the living stuffed animal! He beat (night)Core the Halloween spirit with over 55% of votes!

Poll 16

Neither the power of religious trauma nor propaganda worked for Mattias Bishop, who lost against Black the furry wolf boy with not even 45% votes :(

[destinyc1020]

Confession Sunday: This is going to be very unpopular, but after SM4, I don't want Tom and Z to work with each other as love interests. Or again, if that means they can maintain privacy in their relationship. I hope Z has a smaller role in that film, and it's more on Tom's Peter and Black Cat, maybe. The backlash both of them got for TCR and Challengers because they became public is very deranged. They should be able to play characters with love interest without fear of public backlash because they are adults and professionals. Im kinda scared with Romeo and Juliet. I hope ppl are sensible and dont embarrass Tom cause it's not just him on stage. Francesca and the rest of the cast deserve their moment.

They are not the first couple to act but they the first famous couple of the younger generation that ppl are too invested in and honestly don't have the best energy towards their union depaite them being complete starbgers to us. I'm aware this is hypocritical as I am a fan of both and I'm on tumblr but I've been aware of both sides of the fandom on these blogs, solo fans of each other and I understand the frustration to want you fav to be independent of their relationship because it limits their artistry. They are actors first!!!!

Unpopular opinion, and I'm gonna get tomatoes, but looking back, SM NWH presstour was a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing for Tomdaya fans, but its a curse cause now when they do it again, the soundbites are gonna feel curated and tired. I started to see a problem when Tom kept mentioning it when he was promoting TCR because, let's be honest, he was ashamed of the results of the show. He used it as armour, and that's not fair case it was him that chose to do that show with poor execution. Using his family as pr is no better than Dom no shade. Even when Challengers was promoted and Tom was mentioned, it was cute as Tomdaya fans, but objectively, it's unheard of unless it's a podcast.

David Bowie and Iman are the best counterparts because they both were successful in their lane but were together. Iman was asked about David, but I was brief because she already had a business and foundation stand from. Both Tom and Z are in the middle of building that foundation.

I read on a blog how Riley from that Daisy amazon show filmed an intimate scene with her actor husband, and she said it was awkward because they were acting, and when they are together, it's real. I want them to have a life that we, as fans, don't know because overexposure is always bad in hindsight. Look at Jelenas. They can't get over the accessibility they had to that couple, and that's just sad.

I enjoyed the intimate scenes in Challengers and TCR because I was invested in the characters they were playing because they had respectful costars who i had little information about them other than acting, and it was great acting. I think it's even why I couldn't buy Paul and Chani in Dune 2 because I know Timothee and Zendaya are very good friends. Almost like siblings, like Timothee called her a sis!!!😭😭😭

I never have this issue when he's Taylor, Florence, or Saoirse because i know them through acting only, and I'm not invested in their lives cause its private as fck.

What are your thoughts???

Wow Anon.... you said a LOT with this ask/confession lol.

Thank you for your input and confession Anon.

Personally? I don't think there's anything wrong with Tom and Z working together even though they're in a relationship together. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Do you know how many actors have worked together in Hollywood and were in relationships with each other? Paul Newman and his wife Joanne Woodward, Elizabeth Taylor and her husband Richard Burton, JLo and Ben Affleck, Emily Blunt & John Krasinski, etc. Shoot, even Baz Luhrmann and his wife work together on films lol 😅 It's not exactly unheard of in Hollywood. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Re: The NWH press tour....

Hmm... I'm not sure why this is a concern exactly. 🤔 But I also don't feel like how TZ were during the press tour together was a bad thing either? 🤷🏾‍♀️ Even if they were to break up tomorrow, their press tour videos are endearing, sweet, and just a testament to a good friendship and casting for their Spiderman film imo.

While us shippers and Tomdaya fans may love the press tour for other reasons lol, I don't think that the general public has an issue with the press tours with TZ being together and in love etc. I think most think it's cute? 😅

Granted, I will say that if you do feel like you're having a very hard time separating an actor's character from their real-life persona, and it's hard for you to see them disappear in certain roles, then maybe it might a sign that you're following a celebrity a little too closely, and it may be a good idea to perhaps lessen the amount of time you spend tracking and following that celebrity/actor. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Re: Fans...

I def think that SOME fans get a little too invested with the lives of their faves, to the point where it can become a bit parasocial, but like I mentioned earlier, you can always take a bit of a break, and try not to be so obsessive.

Re: Public Backlash

While I def understand the concern regarding the gp and any backlash on TZ and their projects, the truth of the matter is, a lot of actors get bad reviews on their projects also, but it's not an automatic death. Many Actors have recovered from bad projects and have gone on to do wonderful films that had critical acclaim. ☺️

[cosmicalart]

WIP Wednesday

Scheduled on: 2023-09-12

So this post, along with the rest of the fic, almost didn't happen. I'm perfectly fine now but for those of you interested in my hospital adventure Sunday night, I'll put it under the cut.

Now, I've just about wrapped up chapter two of 'Baz to The Past", I also will have plenty of free time next week, so depending on the progress of chapter three (and how much of chapter two I may need to rewrite) I may be able to start posting the chapters this Sunday on AO3, a whole week earlier than I initially expected.

??? POV

“Fine.” With a huff, Simon stands from his chair and marches out of the room slamming the door behind him. Once his footsteps have faded down the hall, Baz pivots on his heel towards me. “What in Crowley’s name was that? Who’s to say he’s not turning us in right now? You didn’t even seal the deal with magic, there's no consequence if he goes against it!”

Putting tags before the cut this time. IDK who's already posted so no pressure, generous tags to say hello, and if you're not consider yourself tagged if you wanna join.

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Hospital story under the cut

So Sunday night after work I had a small edible, (I need to preface that it was small and half of what I'd usually take because people tried to blame what happened on the edible) Now I also hadn't eaten dinner yet even though it was 9pm and was craving Mcdonalds (I have a stack of free meal coupons because I work there) so my fiance drives us and our friend who was over to Mcdonalds, then we stopped at our friends place cause he ended up deciding to stay the night and wanted to grab some things.

Everything was fine up to this point, weeds kicking in, having a good time, we got back to the house and ate our food, I'm setting up my laptop to get some writing done, things are good. My fiance is watching youtube poops (just random funny youtube videos if you're not familiar) and normally I don't find them that funny but I was laughing cause I could see the tv from where I was setting up.

Now this is where things go bad quickly. I ended up laughing while trying to swallow my burger and choked, I still had food in my mouth as well as food in my throat as I had been swallowing when something in the video just hit me and made me laugh, so I could not breathe now and panicked, like just froze trying to swallow what was still in my mouth while trying to breathe.

I didn't need the Heimlich, it managed to go down on its own and I could breathe again but something didn't feel right. I felt like something was jammed in my chest as well as the back of my nose and it burned. I tried drinking to see if that would clear it like maybe it just felt funny because I choked. That was not it. After a minute I ended up throwing up and a bit of what felt stuck in my chest dislodged and I realized I legit had food stuck in my lungs.

I was immediately light-headed and felt my heart racing (though that was probably cause panic was setting in) so I went to the living room with the cat freaking out at my feet, told my fiance something wasn't right, threw up again, and then they helped me to the couch because I started losing consciousness.

I do not remember the drive to the hospital, I don't even remember getting there, I just have vague memories of a nurse pulling my hair to check if I was breathing, people screaming my name as I blacked out because I wasn't breathing, vomiting several times trying to clear my lungs, and apparently arguing about wanting a fudgcicle on the way home only to then vomit and pass out again.

I had to be informed about what happened afterward because I stopped breathing several times and had my lips turn blue. From the second they put me on the couch to the morning after when I woke up miraculously alive and in bed, I remember nothing.

Joked with @valeffelees that clearly the universe wanted to give me the good ole' fanfic writer "So I almost died" author note

[lonleyhumanbeing]

This has been bugging me all day...

[carryonprompts]

Simons never had a pet and he misses the goats sometimes (mostly just cause he misses ebb) but because they live in a flat they can't have a dog, so Baz talks to their landlady to make sure it would be ok to have a cat to surprise Simon, and while simons visiting Ruth one day Baz goes out and gets all the necessities (water/food dishes, cat food, beds, toys, litterbox, cat tree) and then goes to a local shelter. There's a scrappy little kitten that makes Baz think of Simon (think it would be cute if it was ginger or black to match one of them) and the poor thing has a tragic back story so Baz can't not get the little guy and brings him home. Of course he's feisty and unapproachable for awhile but that doesn't stop Simon from being obsessed with him. And then one day Baz gets home and simons passed out on the couch or something and the cats curled up purring on his stomach and Baz takes a dozen photos to show Simon when he wakes up.

The cat grows up to be massive (like main coon size, so massive for a house pet) with really long fluffy fur and is still feisty with people but is the biggest, softest baby when it comes to Simon and Baz.

They spoil the cat and dress him up in little sweaters. Daphne one Christmas gets Simon, Baz, and the cat matching Christmas jumpers and the following year everyone gets Christmas cards with the three of them wearing them. Simon would get one of those cat backpacks and take him everywhere with him. They even include the cat in their engagement photos cause he's they're little fur-baby and his dads are gonna get married.

new Carry On prompt!

[decaflondonfog]

ten first lines ✨

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

i feel like i did this a few months back but with wips rather than posted works (?) i can't find any evidence of it because tumblr is a black hole lmao kiiiiiiiiiiiinda worrying because my memory is bad and i haven't written that much sooooo there's a chance i've done this exact thing before? i'm a mess, sorry!!!! thank you to my sweet @nv-md for tagging me on this though! i'm passing it along to @moondal514 @nanatsuyu @thetrojeans @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin and @jaywalkers, if you guys fancy doing it <3

a stark trail of blood on fresh snow | aftg, riko/neil, M, 12k

Neil Josten hadn’t been born with the gift of prophecy, but when he woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, he knew that was the last time he’d ever see the bed he’d been sleeping on for a few years now — ever since his mother disappeared into the dead of night, much like he was about to.

transferable skills | aftg, jeremy/jean, E, 11k

In the first six months of Jean Moreau wearing gold and red instead of black and red, the USC Exy team is given their first ever seven yellow cards.

the fear (of living in headlights, the hunted, the deer) | aftg, andrew/neil, M, 2k

The first time you meet him is on the best day of your life.

do not disturb the cats | aftg, kevin/andrew, E, 3k

They’ve been kissing against the kitchen counter for… well, Kevin’s lost track of time, really. 

growing pains | omgcp, bitty/parse, E, 50k

In the beginning, everything that can possibly go wrong goes wrong.

by wand or by knife | carry on, simon/baz, M, 1k

When Baz asked me not to make any plans for today, I didn’t question it. 

the benefits of a broken air conditioning unit and other summer lessons | aftg, andrew/neil, E, 3k

The curtains don’t quite reach the windowsill in the bedroom Neil and Andrew share.

a wreath of white lilies | aftg, kevin/allison, E, 4k

There is not enough waterproof mascara in the world, is the thought I’ve been playing inside my head, on a loop, for at least sixty hours now.

kaleidoscope | aftg, fem!andreil, M, 5k

Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. Purple.

celly | aftg, gen, T, 800 words

There are times in which Andrew thinks he could potentially enjoy Exy.

ooooooof. what have we learned? that i need to chill when it comes to both titles and first lines because some of these are stupidly LONG. my god. otherwise idk really? i think "do not disturb" and "benefits" have my favourite openers. the openers for both "benefits" AND "kaleidoscope" are motifs that get repeated all throughout the fic, it's fun to realise i've done that twice in a short period of time!!! "celly" in general i think is my fave of all of these fics and i'm very very fond of that line, even if i think it isn't super strong as an opening line. i can't find a pattern for these at all. some are very punchy, some are nothing, some are super exposition heavy... variety, baby!!!!!! lol

[sucrosette]

★— ⋆｡˚ [05. A (Married) Life with a Kitten]

For Day 22 of Carry on Countdown 23, Music. @carryon-countdown

In which Simon Snow brings his husband home a kitten, who his husband (appropriately) names Ophelia.

Rated T for One (1) instance of the f-bomb (I think).

This is a series of snapshots of different Simon Snows and Baz Pitches in the greater multiverse. You can find the other "lives" here: [Day 3: Alternate Universe][Day 19: Sci-Fi][Day 20: Flowers][Day 21: Begin Again]

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“Okay,” Simon’s text opens, “Promise not to be mad.”

That’s always a good start. Basil doesn’t bother to text back, only checks the time to make sure Simon would be done with the kids for the day and decides now is a good enough time to call a break for the symphony. He dismisses them with a wave, flashing five twice as he steps away from the podium, already calling his husband. “Promise not to be mad is an ominous way to start a conversation, love.”

“Okay, but you have to promise,” Simon pouts adorably on the other end of the line. Baz can just see those blue eyes glistening up at him and the indignant jut of Simon’s chin when he protests Basil’s objections, and the dramatised sniffling his Simon would do.

He sighs, already defeated, “Love, do I ever stay mad at you long?”

“Well, no…” Simon admits, and Basil can see the little duck he’s doing with his head right then without having to see him at all, “But still! Don’t get mad in the first place for this one.”

Baz paces a circle once, and then he paces it again, just one more time before giving in fully to his defeat. “Alright, I won’t be. Actually mad. But what have you gone and done in the first place?”

“Nothing! Just, well, it wasn’t me who did anything,” Simon starts, and Baz could agree he probably hadn’t actually done anything too offensive himself. “So you know how the school’s gotten a sort of campus cat in the last couple of months?”

“Mhmn,” Baz intones, forcing himself to sit in an empty seat in the concert hall so as to not work himself up excessively or worry his musicians. He visualises the twenty tiny kindergarteners Simon minds throughout the day, running through their faces and various little mops of messy kindergartener hair from the last time he’d seen them. He could just imagine how excited they must be about some sweet campus stray. Knowing Simon, he’s probably set up a cat house in some corner of the playground for it. He doesn’t need to ask about it, he already knows Simon’s done it without even popping by the school.

“So the cat, we’ve been calling her Midnight, is actually a Mama Midnight and she had her litter like seven, eight weeks ago…” Simon trails off for a moment and Baz has to urge him on with another acknowledging noise, a sort of wordless ‘go on then’ before Simon’s barrelling forward again, “So it’s about time that the kittens get homed and I kind of just took the black one before anyone could say anything all her siblings are orange and white they’re gonna get adopted so easily and I already got her a collar and it’s pink with little rhinestones on it and you can’t tell me to send her to someone else, I’ll cry.”

Baz blinks back at the empty space at the end of the hall, taking all this information in stride. He doesn’t dislike animals. He gets on with cats rather well, actually, he’s just never had one of his own. “Alright,” he concedes without argument, “I won’t tell you to send her to someone else.”

“I’m already atta–” Simon pauses with a confounded little ‘uhhh…’ that stretches on into eternity, “Wait, you said yes?”

“I said yes,” Baz confirms, standing to stretch his legs and head back to the symphony, his musicians already starting to test their instruments in the background.

“That was surprisingly easy…”

“I have a condition,” Basil announces, purely for the sake of giving Simon a justification for that uneasiness in his tone. And also purely because he likes fucking with his husband still sometimes.

“Okay…?” Simon sounds even more suspicious of him and Basil has to hide a laugh, pulling the phone away from his ear while to compose himself before continuing.

“I get to name her.”

“Oh,” Simon says dumbly, “But I–”

“Nope,” Baz pops his ‘p’ as he says it, “That’s my condition, take it or leave it.”

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Baz names her Ophelia. He doesn’t bother to hear any suggestions from Simon, even though Simon had apparently had a long list of names, but when he hears Basil call the little black kitten Ophelia he forgets each and every one of them in an instant.

She ends up being a bit of a priss, dainty on her paws and holding her head high, prancing about like she owns the place only a week and a half into moving in with them. She’s definitely taking after Baz with how he minds the house, each little thing in its little home and not a bit of mess to be found. Not to mention she does the same sort of snubbing Baz does, nose up to the sky when she doesn’t want to hear it or doesn’t get her way. The worst of it is she’s definitely bonding with Basil more than she’s bonding with Simon!

Well, alright, that wasn’t a bad thing, not actually. Something about coming home to find Baz lounging watching the tele or browsing his computer and having the little kitten on his lap napping was entirely too precious. Something about them made him entirely too fond. If it wasn’t that, then they’d be in the kitchen while Baz was cooking, and he’d have his headphones in and the sheet music to the symphony his orchestra is playing and between stirring pasta sauce or sauteing meat and vegetables, his spatula would double as a make-shift conducting baton.

Ophelia loved when Baz would practice his conducting. Not only did she manage to get stray scraps of meat and cheese when Baz was cooking-conducting, but he also was waving around a very entertaining stick for her to try and snatch from him. Nothing was better for entertaining little Ophelia. They’ve gotten her several sticks that were intended for kittens, with bells and feathers and floof in all manner of bright colours, but nothing satisfies the same way Baz’s spatula satisfies.

Perhaps it was the food. Simon could relate.

Simon’s caught them like this no less than four times so far, and she’s not even ten weeks old. 

“You’re spoiling her,” Simon says as he drops his keys in the bowl and slips his shoes off, “I thought I was going to be the one spoiling her, but it’s definitely you.”

“Don’t talk about Princess Ophelia like that to me, Simon,” Basil looks utterly appalled – a farce Simon is well aware of by now.

“I can’t believe you crowned her since the last time I saw you two,” Simon bemoans, flopping himself over on the couch, “When will you crown me, Basilton? When will I have earned the right to be royalty in your eyes?”

Baz walks over with the kitten perched on his arm like she belonged there and Simon pouts at her. “Did you want to be Princess Simon?” Baz’s voice is dripping sarcasm, but Simon only pouts harder.

“Well, what if I did?”

“Simon–” Baz outright chokes on a laugh at the thought and Ophelia looks offended that he shook her perch so abruptly. Baz puts her gently down on the arm of the couch and slides down next to Simon, sprawling the smaller out over his lap. His fingers card soft through Simon’s curls and before he knows it, he’s got Simon curled up like he was the kitten in their household. “Simon, you’re always royalty to me.”

“You’ve never titled me,” Simon prods Baz’s belly gently and Baz hums a soft song back.

“There’s no title in the world worthy of you, love,” Baz says it so sincerely that Simon knows that it must be true, “You’re always first in my heart. Even when you’re jealous of a silly kitten, need I remind you, that you brought home.”

Simon huffs a little, nuzzling his nose against that same spot he’d just poked, laying a soft kiss just there. “I’m not really jealous,” He means it when he says it, “I just wanted some attention.”

“I will always give you the attention you need,” Basil soothes as he brushes Simon’s hair behind his ears, caressing the shell of it gently, “Did you have a rough day?”

“Mhmn,” Simon answers, curling himself up more in Baz’s lap, “Parents…”

The one word bears enough weight to exhaust them both. “Would you like a nap before dinner? Right here on the couch?”

“Will you nap with me?” Simon asks, even as Basil’s already pulling the throw blanket down from where it had been resting at the top of the couch. He’s already sinking down onto the couch with Simon, wrapping himself more thoroughly around his husband, covering them both with that old hand-knit blanket Lady Ruth had given them for their wedding.

“It seems like a good day for a nap, I think.” It’s Baz’s own way of saying ‘of course,’ his own way of making the act of taking care of Simon something for them both.

Simon curls up facing Baz’s chest and Baz takes the edge of the couch, knowing Simon would fall off if he were to switch their positions. Simon’s breathing settles out as soon as Baz starts humming the notes to his symphony, just a quiet thing for Simon to focus on instead of the dreaded parents that he had been thinking about all day long, no doubt.

Princess Ophelia finds her own place curled up at the back of Simon’s knees, purring loudly and comfortably napping with both her dads together on the couch.

[morphomixz]

Eclipsed in Paris (Miraculous x Reader) Pt 5

5:17:23 PM 

"I'm sorry to say this, but who are you?" 

Why was that my first reaction to a flying bat-mouse-looking thing? Most people would have screamed, probably even throw something at it... and I said I was sorry to it?!?!

"Hello! I am Bazoo (Baz-zoo) your kwami, you must be the holder of the bat miraculous." 

"I guess... What's a miraculous?"

"Your necklace. When you wish to transform using the fear miraculous, you will say Bazoo, spread my wings! To detransform, you'll say drop wings." came the squeaky voice. 

"Alright, and do you need anything specific to eat? Do you eat?"

"I do eat! I love blackberries and black cherries!" she replied cheerfully, I think.

"Okay, then... Bazoo spread my wings!"

A bright purple hue covered my body. I can feel a sort of latex, maybe leather take over the denim of my jeans, and they disappear like nothing leaving me clad in a black suit with plum undertones. My arms have some sort of loose jagged fabric resembling bat wings, and my hands are completely covered with sharpened tips where they end. My head somehow has ears connected to either side, that are completely pointed at the ends and the mask isn't like most where it covers the eyes, but rather it covers the mouth, and my hair covers the majority of my eyes. Where the miraculous was, the originally red jewel turned wine colored and the wings of the bat glowed a light silver hue. 

"Um... Bazoo, what do I do now?" I asked the emptiness of the room. No response. 

Then I happened to notice outside the window just how much of a wreak Paris was. Oh yeah, the first day of school, the first day of dealing with akumatized villains. Great...

There was supposed to be a Ladybug and Chat Noir interview tonight. I only know this because Chloe said she'd be the first caller. Speaking of the call, she also told me she gave Adrien my number so I'd at least have some connections here for better friend choices... Anyways, it appears Ladybug didn't want to talk about her relationship with Chat Noir and now the news lady's gone crazy.

Oh my, Atlanta, she's got, Chloe!

I raced over to Chloe's room just in time to see her disappear into the subway and for Paris to get a look at me in a bat costume, but Nadja didn't recognize me. However, it wasn't just the viewers who saw me, but also Chat Noir and Ladybug... and they looked just as shocked as "Prime Queen". 

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a new superhero joining us tonight. Are you here to fight Ladybug for Chat Noir's love since she can't just confess?" Nadja or Prime Queen questioned. 

"Uh, sorry but I've never met Chat Noir, nor am I here to fight Ladybug..."

That's when a blue-purple butterfly appeared in front of her face, and she decided to push me through the portal where Chloe was and followed through.

"You're going to give me your miraculous, after making my rating skyrocket,"  she said to me off the record of her broadcast. Then she addressed Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

"Welcome, to the subway of suspense! If it reaches seventy miles per hour, you can say goodbye to your precious little friend."

I made a grab for the "weapon" I had as part of my costume. It's a boomerang. What can I do in a cramped subway with a boomerang? Bazoo mentioned a special power, "echo" that would allow me to locate something I desperately want to find, but I can only use it once and I have to go find it. Echo also pushes back anything in my way of the item but it may be too dangerous in a confined space. 

"Well, well, look here, the ratings are rising! More and more of you want to know if our superhero friends will get here on time. The suspense is killing her! Ladybug! Cat Noir! Are you willing to travel through the screen to save your darling Chloé? Ladybug are you ready to fight... What was your name dear?!" Prime Queen knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I'm Rouge, and she's not going to die in this train just so you can get more viewers." my glare spoke more than my tone for me. Nadja recoiled away from me with that glare but continued her attempt at luring in Chat Noir and Ladybug. 

" Ladybug, Cat Noir, New Girl! I beg you, save my jacket!

"Your jacket or you?" I replied to her. Is she seriously more worried about the jacket than her own life?

It appeared Chat Noir and Ladybug were preparing to enter the portal to the subway. Not the greatest idea, but I guess it works. I had already started trying to untie Chloe's binds with much struggle because she keeps moving around. 

"Will you stay still? I'm trying to save you and your jacket right now." I commanded. She listened until she saw our two new members at the subway party. 

"Ugh, finally, what took you so long? Hurry up and get me out of this underground nightmare! Woah!" Chloe fell over and took me with her. 

"I thought I told you to stay still. Now we're both in trouble!" I harshly whispered to Chloe as Prime Queen noticed my hands. 

"You're about to be the stars of the highest-rated show in all of TV history! Rouge, shall we dance with our stars?" Nadja said to Ladybug, Chat Noir, and I.

"Excuse you?! In what way am I on your side?" I said while throwing the boomerang, effectively tripping her up. 

"Where's the akuma?" asked Ladybug clearly focused on Prime Queen. 

"I'll find out, just trust me on this," I told her gaining strange looks from her and Chat Noir. 

"ECHO" and an ungodly screech left my throat following the command. The ringlets from the screech pinpointing on Nadja's watch and also effectively shattered the windows of the moving subway.

"It's in the watch," I said rather ashamedly, but then again Chat Noir is the holder of the miraculous of destruction.

"I'll deal with Prime Queen." Ladybug said. 

"We'll get the door, " Chat Noir said dragging me with him, and forgetting Chloe in the process, I followed him. 

Checking the door, it's clear the door isn't locked but it won't budge. The only way to get out would be through the windows at this point. 

"The doors jammed. You're Rouge, right? I'm Chat, welcome to the club."

"Uh, thanks? Is this normal?"

"Akumatized villains, yes. Being stuck on a train, not so much." he said before yelling back to Ladybug,  "We're trapped!". 

"The rules for my show are simple, admit the truth live on TV that you're dating and in love and I'll stop the train!"

"What did I just get into?"

[strezzlecki]

tagged by @sommerregenjuniluft & @vajazzly xx you are feeding my moodboard obsession

ABOUT ME

name 1 of your favourite book, season, film, drink, colour, animal, character, song, hobby

movie : Baz Lurhmann’s 1996 cinematic masterpiece Romeo and Juliet I have it tattooed on me I love that shit!!!

season: spring

book : catcher in the rye (I’m mentally ill)

drink: iced latte super sweet

hobby: besides writing I play guitar sometimes

song: I’m on my Father John Misty grind rn

colour: orange

character : Sirius Black (I’m mentally ill)

animal : cats (those are my actual real life gay ass cats)

gonna tag @maliceofminds @tadaxii-i @kaleidoscopexsighs @achilleslikespeas @samdaydreams && else who wants to do it im nosey as hell 👀

[valeffelees]

@youarenevertooold OMG HEY, YEAH, you may absoLUTELY see the potato frittata scene. 😄🖤 ok so, this comes from a zero draft of mine called The Malaise of Jealous Men and it is one of my absolute favourites, the writing is kind of rough 'cause again: zero draft, and the actual plot of this fic is a lot to explain, but the need-to-know leading up to this scene is just that at the beginning of eighth year Simon and Niall get assigned a project together and end up inadvertently becoming friends.

"Who was that?" "My sister." "You have a sister?" The corners of Niall's eyes crease—brown today, natural. Large and dark on his face, honeyed at the edges by the lights in the dining hall. "I have a twin, Simon." "You what?" "We're not close," he says, flapping his hand. Dismissive. Like Niall not being close to his sister explains how Simon could've missed the fact that this boy he's known for almost seven years has a twin he didn't know about. Simon asks, "Does she avoid you or something?” Then realises how shit that sounds and adds, “I mean, just. You know.” He shrugs. “I never see her in class with us." Niall pulls his wand from his sleeve and spells away the mess on the table. An ice-cold breeze bites through the room with it, the smell of salt and cold water, river weeds, ocean air. "We pick our schedules accordingly,” he says. “Signe was in all our first year classes with us but you were prob'ly too busy trying to tie Basil's shoelaces together to notice." Simon folds his arms. "We aren’t that bad." Niall quirks both of his eyebrows up. "I mean,” Simon says, “not first year." "You sure as shit were," he snorts, and his smile is back. Long and narrow, sharp enough to cut glass. "First year was the worst—no, wait. I take that back. Fifth was fucking awful. You’re a loon, by the way." "Oh fuck off, mate, Baz is the one who—" Dev slams his tray down on the table. An apple bounces off the corner. It rolls forward, slowly. Bumps up against the side of Simon’s teacup, then sits and wobbles there for what feels like an impossibly (and, frankly, unnecessarily) long time before Niall reaches over and sets his hand on it. His fingers curl a ghostly shade of pink around all that bright green skin. Simon lifts his gaze, moving joint by joint from Niall’s wrist to his elbow, from his elbow to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his face. He’s grinning at Dev like a cobra, that razor-blade mouth of his turned downright feral. “Oi,” he chirps. “Fuckin’ cat drag you in or what?” Dev doesn’t look like Baz much. They’re cousins—or, Simon’s pretty sure they’re cousins. Cousin-adjacent, maybe. Probably something stupid like fourth cousins twice removed with two sugar and chips on the side or however the fuck families work when you’re rich and posh. But where Baz is all sharp and tall and cold, Dev is... just, not. He looks like Baz with a tablespoon of honey and splash of milk stirred in. Short and bird-like, warm. His hair is a dark shock of feathery brown and his skin is the deep, blushless golden tone of a dry grassland. He’s glaring across the table at Simon from beneath heavy, black eyebrows like he wants to shove him down a flight of stairs. (That might be the one thing he and Baz do have in common.) "Hi," Simon says, awkwardly. Dev sneers. (Make that two things.) "Look," he hisses, pulling out his chair. He sits with his elbows spread to the sides of his tray, leaning forward on them, "this is weird and I hate it, but I'm not sitting across the dining hall alone while you two cunts cuddle up over fucking tea and biscuits or whatever the fuck this is, so let's just skip the part where we make a big deal out of it." Simon looks down at his plate with a confused frown. “This is potato frittata.” Dev’s face does something funny. Twists a bit, like he's in pain. Or smells something rotten. Or like he's in pain while smelling something rotten. He says, “Niall.” “Well,” Niall replies, and takes a loud, crisp bite of Dev’s apple, “he’s not wrong.” “Niall.” “Are there biscuits?” Simon asks, glancing over at the serving station. He stands up. “I didn’t see any biscuits.” Niall nudges his shin under the table. “Sit,” he says. “There ‘re no biscuits.” Simon does. “Niall!” “He does this sometimes,” Niall tells him. “Just give 'im a sec, he'll get over it.”