Baz + Simon aesthetics
i’ve spent three days sticky noting my battered copy of carry on
i’ve lost sleep
i’ve neglected homework
my fingertips are raw
and now, i can finally say:
baz mentions simon: 355 times
simon mentions baz: literally 773 times
Don’t u mean it’s a perfect Pitch (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Gosh work on your capitalization Simon
What does being powerful have to do with anything? People who’re tall aren’t forced to play [basketball]. Same difference. I’m no soldier. Don’t see why I should have to fight for a living just because I can throw a punch.
Ebb, Carry On p. 19
- Baz: simon you're so perfect
- Simon: no you're the perfect one
- Simon: pitch perfect
- Baz:
- Baz:
- Baz:
- Simon: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
like really i need baz to teach my how to hide my feelings for my crush like i mean look
- baz: *is mostly the one that describes simon's features* he has three moles on his right cheek, two under his ear and one over his left eye. those blue eyes and bronze curls. etcetc
- baz: *plots taking simon snow down with his "minions" dev and niall for like, their whole time at watford without dev and niall noticing baz is hopelessly in love with simon*
- Simon: *actually mentions baz 773 times throughout the whole book [thepessimisticasshole's post !!!]*
- Simon: aHAHA PENnY WHaT DO yoU MEAN I TALK ABouT BAZ ToO MuCH DONT YOU SeE I hATE HIM HAT HATE HATE I DONT UNDERSTAnd pENNY
- Simon: smh i hate this fuckin prick
- Simon: *finds his "worst enemy" Baz in the Mage's office to steal smth*
- Simon: *instead of getting Baz expelled Simon gives him what he's looking for*
crowley, simon
so there’s baz that in the 3rd chapter of his pov admitted that he was hopelessly in love with simon snow. baz mentioned simon 355 times
and then there’s simon “i don’t really know if i’m gay” snow who mentioned baz 773 times
alrighty then
ok i have this friend and she really loves Bastille (a band) and i was going to ask if they have good music and i accidentally said Basil instead of Bastille smh
Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch has taken over my life
It dawned on me during our fifth year. When Snow followed me around like a dog tied to my ankle. When he wouldn’t give me a single moment of solace to sort through my feelings—or try to wank them away. (Which I eventually tried that summer. To no avail)
Tyrannus Basilton Fucking Grimm-Pitch— Carry On, p. 177
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