#x; Wayward Sons

[peachesobviously]

A collection of Iconic items from the Carry On series by Rainbow Rowell

I tried my bestest to be as accurate as possible but I did took some ✨creative liberties✨ and now i can ramble about them! my fav might be Baz's wand, adding pretty carving and flowers (i looooooove lily of the valley) to the hilt just felt right to me, like Baz is so pretty, he needs to have pretty thigns! And Simon's wand, like, it creates chaos when he uses it so u know, smoke and cracks also felt fitting 😌 Another head-cannon I have is that Baz might have two double sets of fangs just because it looks cool sorry not sorry. There's a few more items that i played with the colours so they would fit better.

So yeah, hope y'all like it! 🧡

[sleeplessv0id]

me when someone asks me something about the fandoms I've been heavily involved in for years.

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

In Snow for Christmas Baz says “I’m always in the same place,” implying he usually sleeps with his head on top of Simon’s chest. I’m sure they switch, but it makes sense than in quiet moments of rest (or maybe just when they’re going to sleep) they default to Simon holding and Baz being held…

Baz wants to be loved gently. He wants to be touched not like he’s unbreakable, but like a precious and delicate thing. He’s a natural caretaker, and for a while, we don’t see anyone taking care of him in the way his inclined to care for others… he wants to be held. Simon channels his desire to protect and be useful, to have a mission, into “I want to make sure Baz is happy and well.” It’s a mutual thing – both want to care for and feel cared by the other. But because of their insecurities and self-image issues, perhaps Baz especially needs to feel cared for (maybe he’s not just an unlovable monster) and Simon especially needs to feel like he can make the person he loves happy (maybe he’s not just an useless, terrible boyfriend who doesn’t deserve someone like Baz). For Simon, realizing it makes him happy to be cared for by Baz it’s a surprising discovery – he wants that as much as Baz wants to take care of him. But the mission Simon wants for himself (to take care of Baz) shows how much Simon wants to be the one holding him…

[letraspal]

“Ginger has springy brown hair and freckled brown skin. Her mom is Thai and Brazilian, and her dad is from Barbados, and she’s got the brightest eyes and rosiest cheeks of anyone I’ve ever met.”

Ginger | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy

[ladyoftheburn]

NowNext vampires when Simon and Baz turn up

[dreamedreamed-of-better]

GUYS GUYS LIKE GUUUYS

I was on my way home from my uni and I had to RUN because I found a bus promoting ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS

I really tried but all I got was to make a scene in public and an awful proof pic.

Any way IM SO EXCITED

*sounds of giving up but in Spanish*

[paper-beats-writers-block]

my main takeaway from the Simon Snow series

You Are Not Broken.

Simon grew up in care with no one that really cared about him. No one coddled him, no one fussed over him when he didn't feel well, and he felt like the most insignificant nobody in all of England.

And then this cool guy that has a sword and can do magic (whoa!) sweeps in and tells him that he's the most important and powerful somebody to ever exist and sweeps his entire world out from under him.

When we get his POVs, the mage spends the entire book telling us he has to fix Simon. That Simon is broken because he can't harness his power (which I did a tiny essay on here if you're interested). That Simon is so broken and shattered that he is unfixable.

From a boy with nothing to "Let the greatest power of powers reign, and may it save us all" and then back to a boy with nothing. His magic was what connected him to that beautiful world of worthiness and just as quickly as he was whisked into it, he was cast out. After being told by his mentor that he was unfixably broken.

That's... devastating.

and even more devastatingly, he believed it.

He believed it so much that started self-sabotaging every other good thing in his life because one horrible manipulative person told him he was broken.

and he believed it for over a year.

Which is why Simon and Baz meeting Lady Salisbury was so important.

She had a son who barely had any magic. And even though he didn't have magic, he didn't have that crucial connection to his mother's world that was coveted above everything else, she loved him anyway. She loves him so so much. and then, her son with some magic became her son with no magic at all. And she still cried with joy over his return when he came back to her.

Because love doesn't care about a silly thing like magic. Love is the greater magic, and it always is, and always will be.

He didn't have any magic to give, because he gave it all away. But he had love. He has more love in him than any other character in that series, except for maybe Ruth. He loves his school. He loves his friends. He loves his world of mages, even if it hurts too much to be a big part of it. He loves his mentor, and the silly goats that everyone overlooked, and even his evil, scorned roommate. Maybe the scorned roommate most of all. Simon never had a shortage of love to give.

And meeting Ruth and his real family was finally able to prove to him that the love he held close and carried around his whole life was finally enough. Better yet, it had always been enough, even though he was the last to see it.

Your love is enough. The love and goodness you put out into this world is enough. And you are worthy of love in return. Always. No exceptions. You are not broken. You are human, and humans are immovable and unshatterable. Your love is your magic, and you are worthy.

This post is for you. Never let them tell you you're not magic.

[gecko333]

it ain’t even funny how real this is

[fic-dumpster]

The road so far

Summary: Have you ever wondered what goes through a writer’s mind while she’s trying to complete the stories you like so much? Well! Wonder no more! Here’s a first look into a writer’s unstable mind!

Characters: Bonten against Omi (no x because it’s war)

Word count: 1K

Content Warnings: fighting, slight breaking of the fourth wall, sitcoms, crackfic, it’s a joke. Yes, it can be read as x reader… just pretend. Hostility, a meme, DIH references, other fandoms mentioned.

A.N: TAKEOMI IS NOT OMI. I am Omi. I wrote this in 15 so it’s very rushed. idk… this is me trying to portray my internal struggles while I write. I just worked joke of 1000 words… and yes, characters never listen to what we want.

“If you think we’re gonna cooperate with you after leaving us for almost three years, you’re delusional,” Kokonoi crossed his legs once he sat down in front of Omi.

Omi had called a meeting with Bonten in hopes of coming to an agreement. She needed to work on her WIPs but her characters weren’t cooperating.

“As a matter of fact, I am delusional,” Omi answered, sipping from her water bottle, “anyway, I just need to finish the rest of the meetings and we’re done! Swear!”

Around her, the rest of Bonten sat with serious faces. Nobody was happy to be there. After her disappearance a few years ago, things weren’t quite as peaceful between them as they used to be.

“Yeah, yeah. I see how you are. Use us and drop us.” Sanzu sounded bitter and angry. He didn’t take the vanishing so well. He had bonded with her and she just left him. That wasn’t right in his book.

“Ugh, women…” With a sigh, Rindou stretched his long limbs, showing how tired and stressed he was.

“What do you mean ‘ugh? Women?’” Omi harshly questioned Rindou with a frown on her face.

“Nothing…” he replied nonchalantly, sitting up straight once again.

“Forget that! You clearly have preferences for certain members.” As she heard that voice her skin began to crawl. Hair standing on end, Omi slowly turned towards the source— once she saw his obnoxious face, only irritation was left behind.

“Oh, shut up, Ran! I wrote your story with your brother first! Why are you complaining?” She quickly replied, raising her hand in protest.

“Because he’s one of those,” added Mochi in a whisper.

So much of a whisper that was… half the men present burst out laughing which caused Ran to sigh in frustration. He was done. So many years and he still didn’t know what the hell that meant.

“We can't just hop back in,” Takeomi’s voice raised above the hysterical laughter of his peers.

Omi deflated at his words. She dreaded the worst… Was this how things were going to end?

“Please, I’ll do anything! I can’t leave the story like that!” Her eyes began to water as desperation crept in.

“Well, too bad! You left!” Sanzu’s bitterness didn’t falter, not even at the sight of unshed tears in her eyes.

“I said I was sorry! And I was busy with life, you know?”

“Yeah? Life? Then who are those guys? Rhysand? Sylus? Jinshi?” Sanzu spoke each name with disdain.

“Yeah! Who’s Umemiya? And some dude named Hoshina?” Rindou backed him up.

“More? I only heard about Sanji—” Kakucho suddenly intervened but was cut off by Omi.

“Okay! Stop! Oh my gosh!! Stoop!” Omi’s face had changed three different types of red in the last few seconds, “That… has nothing to—“

“Bullshit! I call bullshit! You created a different blog for the Stylus guy!” Sanzu was not dropping the subject.

“Oh my gosh! Let it go! And his name is Sylus!”

“AHAA!” Pink hairs wildly flew everywhere as Sanzu stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at Omi.

“Just… just help me write the few chapters I’m missing and the end. That’s all I’m asking… I lost the WIPs and I can’t by myself…” she pleaded. Internally praying they understood her dire situation.

“What do we get in return?” Mikey finally spoke after observing the back and forth between his men and Omi.

That sentence perked her up. A ray of hope finally came in between the stormy clouds.

“What-what would you want?” She asked with bright eyes and a new determination ignited.

“We can discuss that later,” Mikey waved his hand dismissively.

Omi nodded eagerly in return. Finally! Some progress. “Okay, fine… that’s good…”

After Mikey’s short exchange of words, they decided to end the meeting. It was time to move forward and begin working. Everyone stood up and began to leave the room.

They saw Omi move to the side with Takeomi and they started to talk amicably, with smiles and very friendly hand gestures. It was like time had never passed for them. She didn’t treat him differently and Takeomi seemed comfortable with her.

“Why does she like the old man…” Kakucho wondered out loud.

“It’s the daddy issues, I bet,” Sanzu was seething as he kept watching the scene play in front of him.

“What did you say?!” You turned your head like the exorcist once you heard those words leave Sanzu’s lips.

“Does she have superhuman hearing? How the hell did she hear you?” Ran said with a bit of panic in his voice.

And it began. Omi had been chasing the pink-haired man for a while now…

“I DON'T NEED YOU, SANZU! I CAN FINISH DIH WITHOUT YOU!” But before she could catch him, a pair of hands caught her first, “UGH! KAKUCHO LET ME GO! HE’S DEAD!”

Meanwhile a bit further away from the commotion.

“We have agreed to help her. Was it really necessary to do all the drama?” Questioned Takeomi to Mikey and Mochi. The three men watched the rest battling it out.

“We voted and the majority chose to make drama before agreeing,” Mikey said as his eyes followed Sanzu speeding away from Omi,

“Even Koko?” Mochi was surprised by that information.

“Even Koko.” Mumbled the short man.

“RAN, YOU TOO! BOTH YOU AND SANZU ARE DEAD!” Omi yelled, still being held by Kakucho who was trying to help diffuse the situation.

“What did I do?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE!” She kicked her feet in an attempt to be let loose, “I SHOULD HAVE KEPT WRITING FOR HAIKYUU! They wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Yeah? Well, go and play ball with your sporty boys!” Ran screamed back.

“You’re insufferable!” Omi screamed as she tackled Ran to the ground.

“She became way more violent in the years we didn’t see her,” Mikey commented and the rest of his executive nodded in agreement. Everyone just watched Omi and Ran scuffling on the floor.

Bonus:

Omi: and then you do as it says here *points to the script*

Kakucho: that’s too mean. I don’t want to do that.

Omi: you’re a criminal! How is it mean to push her face down and—

Kakucho: shhh no please *blushing*

Omi: I’m working with amateurs… *throws her stack of paper into the trash*

[fallen-angel-adam-frankenstein]

Wayward Son is great because it’s like Simon: OMG America is so big and beautiful and colourful and -

Baz: I hate it here I want to go home ;-; ow sunlight.

[fics-and-quotes-andthelike]

Basilton Grimm-Pitch: Simon, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Simon Snow: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

[gayhoediaz]

the wayward son [2/5]

E | 2/5

“This… thing… you’re doing, that you don’t think you should be doing…” Bobby finally says, and Eddie hums, meeting his eyes across the table once again. “I’m not gonna make you say the words, but in my head there are two possibilities, and I don’t think you’re on drugs,” Bobby says, his gaze softening as he studies Eddie’s expression. “No,” Eddie confirms. “It sounds like you’re carrying a lot of weight - you’re someone who’s been carrying a lot of weight your entire life, and it’s understandable that it would all come to a head now that you’re without Chris for the first time in your adult life - however temporary that situation is,” his tone remains steady and reassuring, offering a quiet anchor amidst Eddie’s storm of thoughts. “Sometimes the burden of expectations, both from ourselves and from others, can feel overwhelming, and confusing - but you are allowed to pick and choose which of those expectations you want to live up to.”

♡ updates on thursdays & mondays ♡

[sleeplessv0id]

hearing carry on my wayward son out in public out of nowhere is the equivalent of putting smelling salts under my nose.

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

Want to highlight again: Simon progressively touching Baz more and more in the span of like… 24 hours after starting the truce. He can't contain himself – he was fucking starving for it! Even before he realizes, he was merely waiting for anything that would give him permission to touch Baz without having to pick a fight with him

(A progression of this is that in awtwb, after Baz and Simon have clothed sex – their first “successful attempt” at having any sex – not even 48 full hours pass iirc before Simon is jumping Baz again. They have sex again the morning after Baz comes back, after a night where Simon sleeps alone in their bed. He immediately asks Baz to get on the bed when he arrives… his desire for closeness – as close as possible – increases exponentially after feeling distance, and it’s once he gets a taste of what he has been looking for. It’s different once he knows what is is like to touch Baz without conflict, when he knows how it feels to touch Baz in a way that pleases Baz)

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

charming wayward sons│fic scene│Hell

bad moon rising│chapter 6 preview

[goosegirlandfalada]

I was thinking about why Carry On works for me when typically I like minimal exposition! I like being dropped into a story and figuring it out as we go along. Some of my favorite books are like that. And a lot of Carry On is spent on the past, musing over memory & history. I think it works for me because it feels very grounded in the Simon’s personality and emotional experience. He truly doesn’t believe he has a future… so of course he treads over the past.

That’s part of why it works for me: it feels emotionally honest.

In the story, this backwards focus serves several purposes: it orients us at the end of the heroes journey (think of your life flashing before your eyes before you die) and it builds up the color and weight of Watford & by extension the world of magic. It suspends us in Watford’s history & Simon’s longing. Which I think creates a nice tension w the end, we’ve spent the book thinking about Simon’s story and what it means for him that he has lived this life and how it seems totally at odds with a future. And we know that he loves magic, we feel it viscerally in his descriptions. And then he loses a heroic end AND a life with magic. He gains a future but it���s not any kind of future he might have imagined. This then carries us into the next books where things are so radically different, which for all their sadness feel more hopeful than Carry On lol

*(and the rest of the series but i have a whole other list of things I love for those)