#SnowBaz

[harrowitzer]

Fuck it horny posting on main but. This is fostering Simon Snow thoughts in me.

Just picture a dom Baz and tied-up wings. That's all.

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

something old fashioned?! more like a simple modicum of good taste

[letraspal]

@carryon-countdown 2024 | Day 1 | Something Old

[laura-art77]

COC day 01: Something old

@carryon-countdown

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Day 1: Something Old.

for @carryon-countdown ❄️ by @martsonmars and @onepintobean

play along here

[stardustasincocaine]

Day 1 of @carryon-countdown

Something old

He’s up to something and the something is that the tea might have been decaf.

[rimeswithpurple]

Carry On Countdown

Day 1: Something Old

I've become deeply invested in aging Simon and Baz

@rainbowrowell

[star-lights-up]

fangirl reread for autumn/winter (for the cozy vibes) and snowbaz is slowly encroaching on the edges of my brain.

current WIP

Is it normal for snowbaz to live in my head rent free in 2024? Asking for a friend…

[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

The Wedding Planner

Rating: T

Word Count: 6.5k, complete

Summary: Baz Pitch prides himself on being a damn good wedding planner. After all, he’s secured a huge deal with the heiress to a massive health food company, propelling him to partner at his event planning firm. The only problem? The frustratingly handsome groom needs dance lessons, and somehow Baz has been roped in to be his partner. But Baz is a professional. He can handle a little ballroom dancing, can’t he?

@rimeswithpurple and I are so excited to finally bring you our collab for @carryon-reverse-bang! I was so tickled by Arianna’s concept of Baz and Simon ballroom dancing in a Wedding Planner AU, I just had to see it come to life. Her snarky Baz and sheepish Simon are everything to me. I’m so pleased I was able to play in this world and dream up a story to go with it. JUST LOOK AT THEM:

From Arianna: I'm so excited to finally share our Carry On Reverse Bang collaboration! All of the writers are so gifted, but I secretly hoped that I'd get paired with Jess on this one. She's really brought Simon and Baz to life in this AU and it's better than I could've ever hoped for! The Wedding Planner is one of my favorite rom coms and the characters slot into this AU so well.

Read on AO3 now!

[meanjeansjeans]

My First Six Sentences Sunday

I posted a snippet of my writing last week and I got so manny comments and notes, and got to meet so many people in the fandom, so thank you everyone for being so kind!

It was terrifying having so many people reading my stuff, but also encouraging. So I decided to give it a go again, but officially.

I have a wedding prompt for the fest, and it's where Simon and Baz have a promise of being each other's one plus in a busy wedding season, but I'm also exploring how that promise happens and how it gets going. My plan was to make them best friends but someone let me wondering... what if their dynamic was different. But I love some good best-friend-yearning since that's how I met by boyfriend.

Here are my six sentences then!

He didn’t know if he was allowed to undress at Baz’s front door without anyone giving him permission to do so. He was too angry and embarrassed to care if Baz didn't want him stripping down in front of him either way; his jacket and shirt were already off, naked legs wouldn’t hurt more.

“I don’t mind being single, Baz, and I don’t mind that people know either. Those old people who go to the bakery tell me what a handsome man I am and what a shame it is that I stay single everytime they show up. I mind that, apparently, I have a face that screams ‘in a loving, stable, long relationship’ that’s getting me all these invitations with a plus one.”

Maybe he should consider buying new jeans, these really are suffocating him. Why couldn’t he pull them down?

I love that Simon is Baz-dramatic level, telling him how disrespectful people are to him, while Baz is trying to be a good friend while having the love of his life casually undressing in front of him.

Hellos and giving this to tag and make new friends!

@fiend-for-culture @ileadacharmedlife @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @messofthejess

@bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @rebel-walnut

@terra-fae @monbons @blackberrysummerblog

I hope I didn't miss anyone, but I hope I can meet new people like this, so hey!

[monbons]

the monbons doll factory presents...

A Very HeartFELT Carry On Countdown 2024

When I was a kid, one of my favorite Christmas treats was getting to countdown the days with our felt advent calendar. I loved moving the little felt mouse from pocket to pocket until Santa arrived.

Channeling that joy, countdown with me as we travel around a felt map of Watford. (Complete with pockets!) Each day, our chosen pocket will reveal a fun surprise that fulfills the prompt!

Day 1: Something Old

Day 2: Chosen

Day 3: AU/Alternate Universe

Day 4: Daydreaming

Day 5: Forest

Day 6: Truth/Dare

Day 7: Gently

Day 8: Bleed

Day 9: Side Ships/Alternative Ships

Day 10: Dinner

Day 11: Wavering

Day 12: Normal

Day 13: Lyrics

Day 14: Sour

Day 15: Sweets

Day 16: Punk

Day 17: Surprise

Day 18: Vessel

Day 19: Fluff

Day 20: Teeth

Day 21: WLW

Day 22: Angst

Day 23: Goats

Day 24: Holiday Shopping

Day 25: Truce

Day 26: Savour

Day 27: Intertwined

Day 28: Snowed In

Day 29: Alight

Day 30: Something New

[blackberrysummerblog]

Wow, it feels like FOREVER since I posted anything. Thanks so much for the tags today @roomwithanopenfire, @meanjeansjeans, @monbons, @orange-peony, @nausikaaa, and @forabeatofadrum. And thank you so much to everyone else who’s been tagging me! I really do appreciate you all <3 It’s nice to see so many people creating! I’ve been feeling supremely UNcreative the past few weeks, but these things come and go, especially when life gets busy.

I do have some things to share! Here’s a snippet from one:

“We can send it to Oxford if you don’t want it in the flat, love,” Baz tells me as I sit on the bed and stare at the floor. He sits beside me and nudges my shoulder with his. “I can hide it away so well that you never have to lay eyes on it again.”

I let my head flop over so that it rests beneath his jaw. “Yeah, maybe.” A little snort escapes me as I grab hold of that thought. “Your dad’ll lose his rag if he finds out it’s there, imagine.”

And another:

Simon is cute, I suppose, in an apple-cheeked hero-who-saves-the-day sort of way. He’s gotten taller this year, although we’re still about the same height. You can see he was made to be broad, and he’s put on a lot of muscle. His skin and hair are nearly the same colour—a literal golden boy. Simon looks like what everyone expects for me. My magic isn’t particularly exceptional, and neither are my grades, but I’m pleasant to look at and refined—I have better manners than to be wearing shoes on the bed and letting my skirt ride up over my knickers, like Philippa is doing right now. I’m the sort of girl people expect to see on Simon’s arm. The sort of girl who will raise his perfect children.

A different one:

“Please,” I whimper. It sounds pathetic, but his smile is like the sun bursting out from behind a cloud. We kiss for what feels like hours; I’ve learned that he likes to treat making out like a mission, one whose mysteries he has to unlock and pry loose to succeed. He likes when I tell him what to do, and when I praise him for getting it right. The day I found out what ‘good boy’ could do for him was a very, very interesting one indeed. And most of all, his name. I’ll never tell him that I deliberately hold back calling him Simon lest it lose its power. “Simon,” I whisper now, with his hands on my waist, his mouth latched on my throat. “Good boy, Simon.”

And finally:

Dev’s makeup is more dramatic than mine, but I have to admit that bright colours suit him. His searing red lipstick is somewhat unfortunately applied however, having been slicked on well after getting in his cups. He still looks brilliant, full of life. A deep, abiding warmth settles into my gut as I watch my little family—it feels good to be together like this again. Dev’s free spirit is catching, and I move behind the kitchen door to pull the silver dress on, much to Fiona and Ebb’s delight.

I hope everyone has a great week, and if you’re planning to celebrate Thanksgiving, have safe travels and good times with friends and family <3

No pressure tags: @rimeswithpurple @valeffelees @best--dress @stardustasincocaine @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @c0nsumemy5oul @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @tender-ministrations @basiltonbutliketheherb @ghostpepperworld @larkral @artsyunderstudy @letraspal @cows4247 @fiend-for-culture @palimpsessed @thewholelemon @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @raenestee @cutestkilla @mooncello @imagineacoolusername @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @iamamythologicalcreature @beastmonstertitan @ic3-que3n @supercutedinosaurs @stitchy-queerista @alexalexinii @asocialpessimist @shutup-andletme-go @prettygoododds @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @wellbelesbian

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Day 2: Chosen.

For @carryon-countdown ✨ by @martsonmars and @onepintobean

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[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me today @monbons and @meanjeansjeans! I loved what you shared with us.

I've been working on the last chapter of Space Oddity, which is turning out a lot bigger than I expected (surprise surprise...)

Here's a snippet (I would say rated M, so watch out) - Baz's POV:

Desire licks up like a flame inside me. I place my hand on Simon’s waist, my thumb rubbing the soft flesh of his stomach as I whisper in his ear, “I missed you.” We haven’t had sex in a while. We’ve both been so exhausted and overwhelmed with everything. But I feel a fire inside me, and I can smell the arousal on him, can see the way his pupils dilate when he leans forward to capture my mouth into a kiss that starts heated and turns deep and desperate so fast that it goes to my head. “Spare bedroom?” he asks in a whisper. I nod, grabbing the baby monitor and letting Simon lead me by the hand to the other bedroom. He takes my clothes off slowly, his fingers careful while his mouth is urgent on mine. His fingers slide through my tie, a rehearsed gesture that never ceases to send a spark of desire down my spine. He moans against my mouth when I rock into him, pressing his back to the wall. He keeps on breaking our kisses to stare at me; at every inch of skin that gets revealed, as if he was seeing me for the first time. He groans when I’m finally standing in front of him with nothing but my boxers on. His fingers slide under the elastic band, lingering on my hip bone for an instant while he searches my eyes for an instruction. I love this part, when he’s pliant and yielding control, offering me everything that he is.

Tags behind the cut:

@pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @thewholelemon, @leithillustration

@iamamythologicalcreature, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @hushed-chorus

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @mooncello, @larkral, @letraspal

@emeryhall, @imagineacoolusername, @alexalexinii, @fatalfangirl

@wellbelesbian, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee, @rimeswithpurple, @blackberrysummerblog, @j-nipper-95

[harrowitzer]

Every night I stayed awake to watch him fall asleep, every time I threw a punch just to touch his face…

Rainbow Rowell, Any Way the Wind Blows

ANGER AS A FORM OF PASSION

[prettygoododds]

It’s heeeeeeeeere

Hope everyone is excited as I am to see the COC posts pop up today.

Thank you @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for being my beta. It means so much to me.

Here’s my submission for day one. Enjoy!

Day 1: Something Old