#im snowbaz trash

[thesmalltowngal]

WE GOT AN ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS RELEASE DATE BITCHESSSSS 🥳🥳🥳

[kraken-llamas]

A headcanon I literally cackled about

Simon has wings and he’s keeping them, according to Rainbow’s Twitter. So as someone who naturally overthinks everything, I have to wonder how Simon deals with shirts.

I know his wings can be hidden with magic, but what about when he’s just at home relaxing? His wings would be pretty difficult to deal with when it comes to shirts. (I don’t think the tail would be as much of a problem when it comes to pants, since it sprouts from the bottom of his spine)

So I got to thinking. Sure, Simon could cut slits in the back of his shirts, but imagine trying to fit his big dragon wings into tiny slits in fabric. I would get pissed off within five minutes and just tear the shirt, and I feel like Simon would too.

So Penny and Simon come up with a solution: backless tops. I’m talking halter tops, scoop back tops, tube tops, shoulderless tops, all kinds of things with low backs to allow Simon’s wings freedom.

So here we have Simon Snow just waltzing around his flat in these delicate, pretty, fluttery tops that drape off his shoulders and cling to his waist and chest and accentuate his neck and when Baz sees Simon in them he melts and just stares at him with this spellbound, dopey expression on his face and this sparkly adoration in his eyes because Baz is gay as fuck and Simon has those shoulders, and he can see the moles and freckles like constellations on his back and neck and his collarbones and Baz might be too gay to survive his bronze-haired Adonis boyfriend in a fucking halter top. And sometimes it gets worse and the shirts have plunging necklines and Baz feels like he could spontaneously combust

And Penny makes fun of Baz’s hypnotic state and Simon is smug as hell but Baz doesn’t even care because Simon fucking Snow in pretty open back shirts and his muscular shoulders and the curve of his spine and Baz is too gay for this, help him

[artsybi]

i,,,, i was rereading carry on bc i have nothing else to do and didn’t take my meds this morning and,,, and,,,, the firs,, the first time,,,, baz calls simon “simon”,,,, instead of “snow” is,,,,, is when,,,,, simon’s fighting the dragon,,,,, and baz is yelling at him,,,, not to hurt her,,,,, and simon describes baz,,,, as the prettiest thing,,,,, he’s ever seen,,,, i’m,,,,,,,, noBOdy toUch mE I’M-

[the-clueless-philosopher]

Me: I STAN Penny and Baz’s friendship.

Also me: this fic doesn’t have snowbaz listened as it’s number one relationship? Better mark that one for later.

[tigerlilycorinne]

I was tagged by @fangirl-of-letters! Thank you! We’re supposed to put down: lock screen, home screen, last image saved, last song listened to, so here goes...

Lock and home screens:

(Lock screen is art by @terriandrre)

Last song and image:

I’ll tag: @romanisdeadithink @skytlake @teddybear-tebbybear @mystical-muffin-ofthe-fandoms @sunflqwer-sunsets if you guys want to do it.

[as-if-nothing-really-matters]

My brain, everytime he sees something blue and yellow : CArrY oN vIBeSSs

[troutminge]

o:k

ok so like I know most of my like 370 (nice flex bro) followers are definitely following me because of my old utena blog and baby I’m sorry please unfollow if you want BUT NOW I JUST POST TRASH AND RN MY CURRENT TRASH IS YA BOOKS AND FANFICTION BC IT’S REALLY NOSTALGIA HOURS AND IM 13 AGAIN. so the thing is right Carry by Rainbow Ral? ENTIRELY A BOP. The fanfiction? Also foookin good.  Please read this fic it’s goooood

Not That Bad - mybrianisfried idek if they have tumblr if I find out they do I’ll heckin tag em

[snowbaziswild]

Some Snowbaz promts that SOMEONE needs to write about:

I would write these, but I suck at writing so

• More of our boys at the beach PL E AS E

• I really want to see a fic where Penny and Agatha walk into that part in the book where Simon and Baz are kissing in the library, I just need that in my life

• MORE DRUNK SNOWBAZ. In so many of the drunk! fics only one of them is drunk, I want to see BOTH of them drunk, I live for that stuff, it’s so cute!

• I reaaaallllllllllyyyyyy need more fics where they get together in like, 6th year and have to try to keep it a secret, I want to see them have to sneak around and act like they hate eachother, and pull eachother aside inbetween classes so they can make out,,, idek man but I would love to see something like that

•SOMEONE WRITE A FIC WHERE THE MAGE FINDS OUT, I WOULD DIE

•Can we get some Fiona being the best aunt ever and having Simon and Baz over for dinner or something?? I think it would be really nice if she got to know Simon and ended up being the #1 Snowbaz stan, also her letting Simon sit in the front seat bc “the front seat is for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties”

•I need a fic where Lucy actually came through the veil and just,, gave Simon a big hug and told him how much she loves him. I’d cry

•ONE WHERE SIMON TRIES TO COVER UP HIS HICKEYS WHEN HE SEES AGATHA AND PENNY, AND HE FAILS MISERABLY

•awkward ass fic where Baz makes Simon come with him on vacation with his family

•last thing, just a ton of them making out. That’s it, that’s all I want.

If anyone writes any of these, please tell me! I would love to read them. Also if anyone knows of any fics like these that already exist, please let me know!!!!!

[bubblegumstardust]

Me, minutes before boarding the plane: *furiously downloads as much fanfic as I can to read on the 4 hour flight*

[lunar-lair]

You know what one of my favorite, frankly kind of underrated quotes from Carry On is?

"He's not a monster. He's just a villain. He's not a villain. He's just a boy. I'm kissing a boy. I'm kissing Baz." From-you know it-good ol Chapter 61, page 343. Yknow, people are always talkin about that-yes, iconic, but still-one moment where Baz realizes what's up. But I love this part so much because it's when Simon realizes he's in love with him, for the most part. And he realizes that Baz is so much more than just evil. And it goes to show that even if Simon thought of him as a villain, he would never think of Baz as a monster. He realizes that Baz has so much behind that "Villain" facade-the snark and the guard. And i love it. The way it stair-steps. Even just it's lay-out. It's amazing writing on Rainbow's part really-she did so good with all of this book. But Chapter 61 is this book's crown, and although we realize the whole chapter's glory, i feel like we need to focus just a teensy bit more on Simon's half of this chapter. Yes, this chapter is relatively Baz-centric-I mean he tries to kill himself-but we can't just leave Simon in the dust. Just. Don't forget about the sun, or it'll glare at you till you do.

[slowlyrusting]

I love

I have to practice watercolour for uni so of course I painted Baz

[thesmalltowngal]

Snowbaz 6- I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Otp Prompt #6: Someone has spelled Simon and Baz’s hands together, and the spell is broken only if they find some way to forgive each other and get along

This one is pretty long, but I had a lot of fun writing it! Also; I’ll be posting Snowbaz fanfics once a day until the release of Wayward Son, so if you have any prompt suggestions at all, I’d really appreciate hearing them! Enjoy :)

Some wanker thought it would be bloody hilarious if she spelled Baz and I’s hands together. Okay not just some wanker. Miss Possibelf; my favorite teacher, of all the people. We were in the Courtyard and Baz had just said something nasty to me about Agatha. I don’t remember what he said exactly. I mostly just remember red and feeling all of the magic rise to my skin. The next thing I remember, I had a fistful of Baz’s slick hair and I was pounding him senseless. He looked angry… but really he seemed more frightened.

He for certain had a broken nose, but he spelled it better after I was lifted off of him by Miss Possibelf. She gave me a ten minute lecture on control before turning to Baz and telling him that he shouldn’t have picked a fight. He rolled his eyes at her (I swear the git is a fool sometimes. Who rolls their eyes at a powerful professor at a magicks school?) and that’s when she lost it. She was yelling and a group of students gathered around us to watch the scene unfold. 

“Since you two can’t seem to keep your hands off each other,” she glared at us both while moving us side by side, putting Baz’s cold hand in mine. “Then perhaps you’ll enjoy this little arrangement for now. I Wanna Hold Your Hand.” She pointed her wand at our conjoined hands and I could feel the magic settle in our interlocked fingers. Baz and I both tried to pull away, but we were stuck like that. “Until you two can figure out how to get along, you’ll be stuck like this. Could be a bloody eternity.” Baz looked at me with rage behind his eyes. We tried to Nonsense it and even Back to Start it, but nothing would work. 

So now here we are three hours later in our room. Miss Possibelf sent us to our room afterward because we couldn’t very well go to both of our classes. She sent up the work we’re both missing. We’re sitting on Baz’s bed which is surprisingly comfortable. It has the strong smell of cedar and bergamot and for some reason, that relaxes me as I try to study. Which, when you’re basically glued to your ever plotting enemy, is pretty hard to do. He keeps humming a song I don’t recognize and he’s writing in his journal. Probably plotting. Meanwhile, I’m trying to read my Magic Words book but my eyes scan the same paragraph over and over without actually soaking anything in. I sigh and close the book, turning to Baz. 

“I’m hungry.” I complain.

“You’re always hungry.” He sneers at me, but puts his journal down nonetheless. 

“But Baz it’s dinnertime. We should go down to the dining hall for food. We can still eat like this, you know.” He huffs and tugs me up off the bed and out the door. I smile happily, which is weird to be doing in the presence of Baz. 

Some people who weren’t around to see the commotion earlier today throw curious looks at Baz and I while we walk down to dinner with our hands laced together. Baz sneers at all of them and they look away. I can’t help but blush at the thought of willingly holding Baz’s hand. As he drags me along, I pay attention to the way his hand feels in mine. It’s colder than a normal person's hand, but it’s soft, too. I can feel when his fingers twitch every now and then, and the way his hand tightens around mine whenever someone gets too close. I find myself wanting to rub my thumb around on the back of his hand. It must just be an instinct I have when I hold anyone’s hand. 

I swear, every person’s head turns toward Baz and I when we walk into the dining hall, but I pretend to ignore them. I drag Baz over to where Penny and I sit, and he follows with little protest. 

“Umm… hey?” Penny questions me as I pile my plate high with food and hand Baz one, too. For some reason, Penelope just looks more curious than surprised. I wonder why that is. 

“Long story, Pen. I’ll explain later. It’s nothing.” I reassure her. She nods hesitantly and goes back to her own food.  I shovel bite after bite into my mouth and I notice that Baz is staring at me.

“What?” I say, my mouth full with potatoes. He rolls his eyes but I notice a small smile playing on his lips. 

“You’re disgusting, Snow.” I roll my eyes good naturedly (is that even possible with Baz? To not fight?) and I let my eyes fall from his face down to his plate. He has barely anything on there; just an apple, a slab of roast beef and a small pile of mashed potatoes. It seems like he’s just moving his food around with his fork- not really eating anything. I don’t know what possesses me to do this, but I squeeze his hand softly. 

“Eat.” I command simply. He looks at me curiously and shakes his head, shyly looking back down at his food. He still doesn’t eat. I frown at him and I want to say more, but then Penny starts talking to me about the Humdrum. I’m not really paying attention to her, though. Baz stays quiet for the rest of dinner.

The walk back to Mummers House is almost peaceful. I say almost because I’m still unsettled about Baz not eating. Now that I think about it… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him eat. Do vampires need normal food? I would think that they do. His hand is more jittery in mine than it was an hour ago, and I wonder why that is. 

When we finally get to our room, Baz seems nervous. Which is weird because Baz is never nervous. He’s a lot of things- irritating, infuriating, brave, ruthless, an arsehole- but he’s not nervous. “So, um. How are we supposed to change, exactly? We can’t very well sleep in our uniforms.” He throws in a sneer, just because. I roll my eyes. “I don’t know… spell our shirts off, I suppose?” Baz doesn’t usually sleep with his shirt off (I do, because I get quite hot at night) but I can’t see how he’s going to get one on when our hands are glued together. I can still feel Miss Possibelf’s magic thrum in my fingertips, keeping us from separating. 

Baz looks away from me, but spells both of our shirts off like I had advised. I have never seen Baz without a shirt on. That may be weird, considering we’ve been roommates for seven and a half years, but we’ve never dressed in front of each other. (Or undressed, for that matter. Unless you count me taking my shirt off for bed). He has abs. I hate that he has abs and I barely do. I have small abs, but you can only see them because I practically starve all Summer. But Baz… well Baz is well built. He has abs, and not just because he’s scrawny. The bloody perfect git probably doesn’t even have to try to have those. He just does. 

“Get a pair of pyjama bottoms.” I don’t argue, I just do as he says and he gets his own as well. Oh. I forgot that we’ll have to change bottoms. Without warning, I’m being tugged to our en suite. He goes inside, but has me stay right outside, closing the door most of the way until it almost touches our conjoined hands. I hear him moving around, trying to change his pants with just one hand. I’ve always been curious as to whether or not Baz can see himself in the mirror. I look through the small crack in the door and I see Baz. So obviously he can see himself. He’s in just his boxers, trying to pull up his pyjama bottoms. His hair has fallen out of its usual slicked back state and he just looks so pale. Because he’s a vampire I remind myself. 

“Stop staring, Snow.” He sneers into the mirror, looking me in the eyes. I feel all of the blood in my body rush to my face as I whip my head around, looking anywhere but at him. Blood. He’s probably hungry. I don’t have any concrete proof as to whether or not he’s a vampire, but I’m fairly certain he is. And I’m sure he’s hungry. 

When he’s done in the bathroom, we switch places and I change my bottoms (with much difficulty, I might add. I almost tugged Baz through the door and onto me). Before he can say anything to me about sleep or anything, I’m tugging him out of Mummers House and across campus. 

“What are you doing?” He inquires. He clutches my hand tightly, and I’m confused when I feel my stomach flip. The air is cold as it hits my face, and I instinctively lean towards Baz. I probably should’ve done this when we had shirts on, but it’s too late now. Baz’s pale skin practically shimmers in the moonlight as we run.

“You didn’t eat at dinner. You haven’t had any blood since last night, that I know of. We’re going to the Catacombs.” I state simply. He stops in his tracks, yanking me back with him. 

“Snow, you don’t have to do this. You don’t… you don’t wanna see that.” He looks almost scared. He doesn’t want me to see him eat? (Or is it drink? I don’t know the vampire lingo). 

“Baz, it’s fine. It’s just what you need to feel good, yeah?” He nods. “Well I want you to feel good, so we’ll go get you some blood. Simple.” He smiles just a tiny bit, but I notice. It makes me smile, too. He nods a little bit and we keep walking down to the catacombs. “And Baz?” I say, still walking. Even in the dark, I can see the bruises forming on his face from where I hit him this morning. He looks at me without saying anything, prompting me to go on. “Sorry for hitting you today.”

He looks confused. Then he sneers at me. “Well, it’s not like you did much damage with those puny little arms of yours,” I can feel my face fall, but then he sighs and says, “It’s alright, Snow.”

I perk up a little. (For reasons that I’m not willing to think about right now). “‘Least I didn’t bruise your ego…” I mutter and smile. He smiles like he’s trying not to and lets out a little laugh, playfully shoving me. (I didn’t know Baz could playfully shove. I didn’t know Baz could be playful at all). When he shoved me, our hands kept us together, and once I had tripped a bit, I was immediately back at Baz’s side. 

Soon we’re at the Catacombs, and I tell Baz to lead the way. He does a quick summoning spell and I swear that all of the rats scurry to his feet almost immediately. Hundreds of them. “Don’t look,” He tells me, but I just smile at him. “Don’t look!” He says a little more forcefully this time (I can still hear the smile in his voice though), but I still don’t look away. He should know that it’s okay for him to be like this. I’m not afraid of him. 

Aleister Crowley... I’m not afraid of him. I realize for the first time that it’s true. He may be evil. He may be a vampire. He may be my enemy. But I’m scared of him killing me because I think I know deep down that he won’t. And I’m just realizing that maybe I don’t want to hurt him, either. I don’t really know what that means for us, but I’m not quite ready to think about it just yet. 

After he’s drained a few rats, we start walking back to Mummers House, not as rushed this time for some reason. His hand is warmer now, and I can feel that he has more body heat now than he did a few minutes ago. I lean into him. As we walk hand glued in hand to our room silently, I turn my attention back to our hands. He’s still soft, and slightly warmer than he was. His pulse is beating quickly. He still holds tightly onto my hand (I realize now that I’m holding just as tightly to him as he is to me), but something is different now. The heavy weight of Miss Possibelf’s magic in my fingers is gone. My breath gets caught in my throat as I lean my hand away from his (just a little. I don’t want him to notice right away that I’m doing it). Our hands aren’t spelled together anymore. That must mean we’ve learned to get along, or at least some variation of that. I wonder if he’s noticed. I have… yet I find myself feeling sad at the prospect of letting go. So I just don’t. If anything, I cling more tightly onto him then I was before.

When we get back to our room and I close the door, I wonder quietly if I can keep up the holding hands thing. I don’t know why I like it so much; it’s just a hand. My enemy’s hand, no less. But when he uncertainly looks at me and then at the beds, I feel my heart warm and stomach twist at the thought of sharing a bed with him tonight. I nod and let him tug me over to his bed, and we lay down facing each other. Our joined hands fall in the middle of us and I pretend like I have to be closer to him in order for it to be comfortable for me. I can feel his breath like a whisper on my face. His eyes are shockingly grey even in the dark room. His hair falls over his face and I itch to move it out of the way. 

He’s looking at me with a face I’ve never seen before. My heart speeds up, and I hope he can’t feel it in the hand that he’s holding. I think he might kiss me. He’s looking at me like he wants to. And I shock myself for thinking that I might let him. If he does kiss me, then maybe I’ll let him. Maybe I’ll let my enemy Baz snog me… and maybe I’ll snog him back.

Then, I surprise myself when I kiss him. I just can’t take it anymore, and I lean forward and kiss him. Softly. Tenderly. He kisses me back, and for someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure is good at it. I momentarily forget that our hands are supposed to be spelled together as I let go to run my hand through his hair. He doesn’t even seem surprised. In fact, he smirks against my mouth. The cheeky bastard. 

Even though- or maybe I should correct that to especially since- Miss Possibelf spelled our hands together, she definitely remains my favorite teacher. 

Punching Baz was the best decision I have ever made.

[kraken-llamas]

One of my favorite things about Snowbaz is how (not so) low key disgusted and outraged Baz is at Simon’s table manners and his lack of subtlety in literally every social interaction ever and general heathenry (the boy never closes his mouth, his hair is always messy, he eats like a goddamn animal)

Like, Baz is very well bred, he’s had good manners and proper social etiquette drilled into him since he was a kid and then there’s Simon, who was never taught any of that shit. He grew up in orphanages and foster homes, nobody ever took him aside to teach him about place settings or appropriate small talk, the kid barely even knew how to speak when he came to Watford.

And the part of Baz that is very couth and posh cringes at Simon just doing his Simon-y thing all the time, and can you imagine how pissed off that part of him was when Baz realized he was in love with his slovenly idiot roommate?

Like Baz is adoringly staring at Simon sleep with his mouth wide open, drooling everywhere, and his reasonable brain is like Really? You’re in love with that absolute mess of a person? And Baz is just exasperated with himself, like Of fucking course I fall for this half-witted moron with ordinary eyes and ridiculous hair, just to make my life more unbelievable I’m infatuated with this mannerless heathen

Like

Simon: *eats straight up butter with a spoon, talks with his mouth full, makes messes everywhere he goes, knocks shit over and trips over his own feet*

Baz’s Posh Brain: Disgusting, absolutely horrendous—

Baz: I wanna kiss him

Posh Brain: What?! NO, he’s terrible—

Baz: I want him anyway

And eventually, the part of Baz that is horrified by Simon’s uncouthness is squeezed out by how much he loves Simon, how badly he wants him all the time, how handsome Simon is when he does literally anything (he still sighs and mocks him for it, but it becomes part of Simon’s charm)

[hopelesslyinlovewithchapter61]

Power went out...

Baz: I can't see shit!

Penny: It's pit... Oh shit.

Simon:...

Baz:... Don't even think about it, Snow.

Simon: Yeah... It's Pitch black.

Penny: What have I done...

[productivebuddy]

lmao i reblogged some snowbaz fanart to this blog... My mistake

[bazzledazzled]

What Could’ve Been

Prompt: “I never meant to hurt you” given by @pixiecodesnowbaz​ Words: 1k Warnings: too much angst for my own good, main character death

After all this, eight years of growling and snarling, this whole petty rivalry ended here, with blood dripping from a wound and Simon’s pale face looking up at him with confusion, horror, and something else Baz couldn’t quite place, or something he was scared to acknowledge. 

As if in a state of shock, Simon looked down at his hands, which were clamped tightly around his waist, trying to stop the blood flow. But it was already too late. The damage was done. Maybe it was through a temporary madness that washed over him as he stared into the eyes of death, but Simon started to laugh sadly, tears prickling at his eyes, making his midsection hurt more than he thought possible. 

“Well congratulations, Baz. You win. You bloody win.” He lets his head fall back in defeat, only to be stopped by strong hands on his back, refusing to let him give up. Only then did Simon look into Baz’s face, the person that despised him for so long and the bringer of the tragedy before them, was now weeping, tears streaking down his face in rivers that he didn’t bother to wipe as they clung to his jaw. It shocked Simon beyond belief. He had never seen Baz cry before, not in front of anyone, yet here he was, watching the life bleed out of him, the dream he’s had for so long becoming a reality, and he was crying as if they haven’t been enemies their entire lives. 

It made him wonder if, even for a moment, Baz returned his recently discovered “feelings.” Feelings were a horrible things, and it turns out Baz had been in the center of them all along, controling them and making Simon feel his heart speed up as he walked into the dining hall and how he desperately longed for something, but he wasn’t sure what. Only when he found himself face to face with Baz did he realize how much he wanted to kiss him, which practically knocked him off balance as is.

But Baz would never return his feelings....

Could he?

“I-I...” Baz swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I never meant to hurt you.” His voice breaks, his body shaking as he holds onto Simon like he’s everything. Simon tilts his head, confused.

“Baz what are you talking about? This is what you’ve wanted--” Simon’s voice breaks a little. “--Well now you have it.” But Baz shakes his head, his watery grey eyes fixing on Simon’s blue ones. Simon found himself memorizing the shape and colour of those eyes, wanting to keep that information for whatever came next, life or, most likely, death.

“Simon this was never what I wanted. I-I wanted--” he runs his hands through his hair, then leans forward slightly, making Simon’s pulse quicken with it’s last few beats it has left. Then, softly Baz whispers, “This is what I wanted.” His breath feels like a feather against his skin, and then Baz kisses him, holding him as if he’s a delicate flower in need of preserving. His face was streaked with tears, wetting Simon’s face as his lips moved tenderly against his.

And then, Simon found the strength to tell Baz his newly found feelings towards the vampire by using the little strength he had left to wrap his arms around Baz’s neck, pulling him closer until it almost started to hurt, desire flooding through him like water flowing free, no longer held back by a wooden dam. He needed this, he needed him, and Simon couldn’t help but wish he had a few more minutes to make up for all the times he was blinded by their stupid game. 

He was forced to pull away as he coughed up blood, staining his Watford uniform further. Baz’s face was above his, seeming shocked and confused.

“Why did you hurt me then, Baz?” Simon says innocently. Baz didn’t know what to say for an answer.  

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Baz? We could’ve been different. We-we could’ve been happy. You could’ve been happy.”

“I don’t need to be happy. I don’t deserve to be happy.”

“Everyone deserves to be happy, Baz.”

“Not me. L-look.... look at what I’ve done. I’ve ruined the only thing I loved.” He looks down at the blood now covering both of their hands. Simon shakes his head.

“That doesn’t matter. I was ready to die anyways.”

“Y-you can’t--” Simon takes Baz by the shoulders, wanting him to know that he wasn’t angry. He knew this would happen, and he was glad it was him instead of Baz.

“Baz. My time is up. You made sure of that yourself. And... I’m glad it was you.” He coughs up more blood, his heart rate slowing and his thoughts becoming unclear. He was running out of time.

“Baz you have to promise me something.” 

“I-I can’t I--”

“Baz please just listen to me--” He starts coughing again, his vision fading in and out. If it wasn’t for Baz’s hands on his back, he would’ve hit the ground.

“Baz I’m sorry we couldn’t have been more,” he whispers, his voice barely coming out. And then... SImon goes still, not moving.

Baz’s chest explodes with sobs, none of them sounding the least bit humane to anyone around them. He always said it would be Simon who finished him off, but now he was here with the burning spark distinguished in his arms, the boy he loved nothing but a dead corpse. Simon was gone. 

Years later, Baz was grieving at Simon’s tombstone, wondering what could’ve been, when a misty figure appeared, a small smile on his lips. He whispered Baz’s name, stealing one last kiss before disappearing again into the night sky.