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It's horrible to have entered the Simon Snow fandom this year because everything is from 2022 and it seems like I'm late, PLEASE REVIVE THE SIMON SNOW FANDOM!.

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If it makes you feel better, I joined in 2022 and felt the same way about 2020 xD

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To borrow from Simon "I give pet names without warning" Snow, hey babe, I got you. So many good fics every single year! But folks are still out here creating amazing stuff and I wanted to give a tiny glimpse. All of these have been updated or posted in their entirety in January, and this is in no way comprehensive:

Do you want a plotting Simon buying a date with a suspicious Baz? A Charity Case (T, complete, finished 2 days ago! hot off the presses) by @nightimedreamersworld

Do you want some hanahaki Simon with some gorgeous art, too? POUR OUT FROM THE SIDES OF MY MOUTH by @urban-sith (T, complete, posted 9 days ago)

Do you want Simon in a skirt? The Founder of Frills by @run-for-chamo-miles (T, posted 10 days ago)

Do you want a While You Were Sleeping AU? Mind the Gap by @arca9 (T, complete, finished 2 weeks ago)

Do you want Simon as a firefighter falling in love with Baz as an arsonist? Did you need Simon to have a giant orange cat? A Little Bit Deadly by @emeryhall (Explicit, finished 2 weeks ago, can't recommend highly enough)

Do you still miss Rebel, Rebel and wish you could have just a little more Simon POV? under pressure by @messofthejess (T, part 3 finished 2 weeks ago)

Are you missing Simon sextuplets? How about a follow-up? The Snowflake Polycule by @skee3000 (Explicit, finished 3 weeks ago)

December had so many good fics! It actually hurts my feelings to not include them! But I limited this to just January to give a small sample of good stuff that is happening literally right now to show it's still an active place. If anyone is wondering what my thoughts are on December fics, you know you just have to ask.

I know some folks don't read WIPs, and to those folks: I understand that you might be scared of getting hurt, but I am also obligated to tell you you're missing out, like, a lot.

Why don't you try revisiting the Wayward Son roadtrip? Now with more monster parts love and acceptance! For All Intents and Purposes by @hushed-chorus (M, wip)

Who could resist a re-do of Bridget Jones's Diary, but with the absolutely most charming, awkward, lovable teenage Baz that's ever been? My heart beats for him. I feel angry he's fictional and I can't squeeze him. Basil Pitch's Diary by @bookish-bogwitch (T, wip)

Do you want Simon and Baz to play premier league football? (geez mary are those correct sports ball words?) Do you also want them engaging in complicated and nuanced expressions of grief and growing as people? do you want excellent writing & great use of flashbacks? great, me too: I Knew a Boy, I Knew A Man by @shrekgogurt (T, wip)

You're a hockey fan instead? Sugar We're Going Down Swingin by @prettygoododds (Explicit)

Would you just rather be watching Star Trek? Star Trek: Redemption (the latest episode by @cutestkilla is almost wrapped, but there's so many good episodes to go!) with just so many great writers.

Oh, no, you're really more into history & the American Revolution. Got it. The Snow Fox by @aristocratic-otter (Explicit)

Hasn't it always bothered you how canon glossed over Baz's coffin trauma? That's in progress, too: Your Fragile Bones Are Mine by @artsyunderstudy (Explicit)

#Jenny you're a superhero #Like #What #How #And also yes #Lol #BUT ALSO #I joined this past summer and they're had not been a single solitary dull moment yet #Plus got me drawing again #This Fandom is the best!#welcome to the table

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Thanks you @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersworld & @shrekgogurt for the tags!

I’ve been on the struggle bus. I have the next chapter of Suger “done”, but it’s not my favorite and I keep holding onto it like I think I’ll get a sudden burst of inspiration and know how to fix it. I also just might say the hell with it and post it. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.

So instead, I’m going to share a few words of another, much older wip. It’s been in my drafts for a long time, but other works have always taken precedence. It’s non-magical au where Baz has commissioned Simon to fix up the manor. Let me know your thoughts… should I move this one up the priority list?

“It’s unlocked, come in,” the voice says.

“Hullo?” I’m looking around to find the source of the voice.

“I can see your intellect hasn’t improved much, Snow. Please enter, and remove your mud-covered shoes. You’ll find me in the study.”

I finally see, hidden behind some overgrown vines, a Ring doorbell. He most likely saw me stumbling up the steps, and trying to talk myself into knocking. I’m a little embarrassed, and it shows itself by mumbling insults about the house’s occupants.

“I can hear you.” I flip the doorbell the V and walk in.

Here’s my late, no pressure tags: @thewholelemon @ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @martsonmars @iamamythologicalcreature @aristocratic-otter @supercutedinosaurs @facewithoutheart @imagineacoolusername @ionlydrinkhotwater @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @ileadacharmedlife

#Curiosity ignited #six sentence sunday #“I can hear you”#Lol

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It is somehow Sunday! Not a huge fan of how that keeps coming around, so I'm numbing the pain of the passage of time with fanfiction.

Specifically Musical Chairs. (And for those who've been reading along, it might help to know that Baz is not at the table here.)

And Simon couldn’t—wouldn’t—shouldn’t look up again, but his eyes drifted just high enough to see that perfect fucking mouth fixed in another smirk. Simon stared at it, and then he made a desperate sound at the back of his throat and turned to Agatha. “My mouth is literally watering right now, are you kidding me?” “Sounds like a you problem.” “I don’t think you understand.” “How it is you haven’t changed your tune to wanting to punch him in his punchable face?” Agatha said breezily, swirling her drink. “No, I do not understand.” “I’m salivating, Agatha,” Simon explained. “There’s extra saliva in my mouth because I’m looking at him.” “It’s quiet time now.”

We're nearly there y'all, nearly there. Just a few sections to connect and a couple more to fill out. Also my silly little timecode headers to solidify, which are currently looking like this:

Tags! Hellos! I love yous! Beneath the cut!

#This is peak Agatha #Like every line in this #Also “I'm salivating”#Lol #YAY MUSICAL CHAIRS!#This is definitely the best way to numb pain I support this #six sentence sunday #a bit late

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Carry On Countdown Day 3: Alternate Universe (Simon's Kitchen)

Mordelia found this depressed golden retriever of a man making the saddest cooking videos on the internet. Baz tends to go a bit overboard on his comments when he's been drinking. Will Baz subscribe to his channel or get blocked for spam? (1167 words).

I love writing Mordelia and Baz bantering. No one can burn you quite like your sibling.

If you haven't watched Henry's Kitchen, you can still fully enjoy this fic but you might like watching some short best-of clips anyway, below the cut.

'Twas the Text Before Christmas - Chapter 3 - TheWholeLemon - Carry On | Simon Snow Series - Rainbow Rowell [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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#I love these short and fun ficlets #I'll have to...#Well I'm not sure if I actually can...#... Watch those videos #Ahem #Lol #coc 2023

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Happy Sunday! Thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum and everyone else who's tagged me recently!

I'm sad to report that life keeps making me do stuff other than write, but I did write quite a bit yesterday, so all's right with the world for now, even though it was mostly for the wrong thing. I am working on CORB, but I'm having trouble picking things to share out of context, so this is from the other one. The wrong one.

So, three things to know here: we're in a strangers to lovers timeline, they're both very drunk, and also, just in case, trigger warning for canonically unkind treatment of rats.

“Baz, right?” Baz jumped and spun around. He stared in wobbly incomprehension for a moment, a hundred disjointed facts falling together all out of order, nonetheless forming enough of a picture that Baz finally launched the rat he was holding behind the nearest bin with all the speed he could manage. All the strength, too, apparently. It sounded like a bullet hitting the tin of the bin, the reverberation endless and deafening as it bounced off the alley walls. Simon’s eyes belatedly wandered over to the ruckus, a single bemused blink before he looked at Baz again. It felt like an age, the moment Baz spent watching a little furrow pinch between his brows, his lips slowly parting to— “Right,” Baz interrupted. And then he wiped his palms clumsily on his coat while his brain tread water trying to remember why he’d said it. Because…ah. “I’m Baz.”

Tags under the cut <3

#You had me at canonically unkind treatment of rats #Hello baz #So nice to meet you #lol #Strangers to lovers ftw #six sentence sunday #a bit late

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Thanks @iamamythologicalcreature @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @cutestkilla & @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags

It’s a hockey week so I’ll share a very non-spoilery text exchange between our favorite hockey boys

Me: Can we talk?

To my surprise three dots immediately appear.

Snowblower: Come to practice early.

Me: Ok

As always, you can catch up with those two idiots here

Thanks for all the love Catastrophic Blues is getting. I know it’s one the depressing side, but I’m having so much fun with it. Here’s a longer snippet from the upcoming chapter

Once we’re seated I see there’s a number scrawled on my cup.

“You always were the kind of guy that ladies want,” he says, staring at the cup like it personally offended him.

“It’s all yours if you want it,” I say back with a snark.

“No,” he says, pulling at his hair. “Sorry, I never think before I talk.”

And you can cry over those idiots here

Tags: @ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @imagineacoolusername @shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld @valeffelees @shrekgogurt @ileadacharmedlife

#Snowblower #Oh the opportunities with that nickname are vast and deliciously varied #lol #Love those two hockey boys #Still gun shy on CB though #Snippets are always good!#Pretty sure I'm going to need that one properly spoiled for me before I read it #hockey fic #snowbaz #six sentence sunday

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Thanks @rimeswithpurple for the tag

**warning: second blurb is for adult only**

It’s a Catastrophic Blues week so we’ll start with a blurb from the upcoming chapter :

“I think it would do you both some good,” Fiona says, and for the first time in my life I know she’s being earnest.

And she’s bloody right, damn her.

Maybe we can close some doors in this abandoned house of ours.

“I’ll – I’ll wait outside.” I tell them.

“Bollocks,” Fiona says, grabbing me by my shirt sleeve and pulling me further into her flat. “You’re going to sit here with Aunty Fi and Uncle Nico and we’re going to make awkward conversation like the family we almost were.”

And since I’m still knee deep in a spicy scene for Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin:

“Simon,” I plead.

“Parience, babe.” he says as he continues his descent.

My cock jumps and hits him in the chin. I throw my arms over my eyes to shield me from another embarrassing moment. Honestly, quick bathroom handies with a random club guy are a lot less work than this.

“Do you like that sweetheart?” He asks and my cock betrays me again.

“I’m begging you to stop. He’s never been called such nice names and it’s going to his…head.”

I don’t know if that will stay, but I got a good chuckle as I typed it.

#“we're going to make awkward conversation like the family we almost were”#That is both amusing and a little heartbreaking #So of course Fiona says it #Love #HE'S NEVER BEEN CALLED SUCH NICE NAMES #lol #wip wednesday

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I LIVE!!!! Thank you for everyone who still tags me in wip Wednesday!!

Thank you for the tags this week: @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aristocratic-otter @iamamythologicalcreature @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep !!!

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@bookish-bogwitch DONT LEAVE THIS IN THE TAGS. ITS TOO GOOD!

#Reblogging from here because #Fuck yeah back dimples #Lol #but also #Interested to see how this turns out!

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SIX SENTENCE ~~SUNDAY~~ MONDAY

Thank you to everyone who tagged me this week! I'm very bad at remembering who did, perhaps I should note them down. I appreciate you all though <3

It's actually Monday night here already, but let's pretend it isn't. I wanted to post something yesterday, but as I hadn't been able to settle my brain on which wip/fic idea I wanted to work on until about... 3 hours ago, there wasn't anything new to share.

I finally decided to start on what will likely turn out to be another fluffy crack fic. Because my years spent inhaling Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Monty Python, and the Goons have to have been for something. It's certainly starting as crack, but I suspect I will be able to fluff it up a bit by the end.

@iamamythologicalcreature, I want you to know, I saw your reblog, and I raise you this meagre paragraph from Baz's pov:

It was a completely normal night. At least, I thought it was. It wasn’t dark - at least, no more than usual. It wasn’t stormy - just your regular half-hearted piddle of rain. Nothing else that might herald occurrences most unnatural and foul. No denizens of the night prowling in the shadows. No other denizens of the night that I noticed, anyway. And yet. And yet.

Strange goings-on are... going on, down in the catacombs. It's going to put a real damper on Baz's diet 😏

As it's late, consider this a tag for Wednesday, or just a friendly wave because I think you're cool :)

@artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @messofthejess @moodandmist @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @shrekgogurt @simonsnowsfreckles @supercutedinosaurs @thewholelemon @valeffelees @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#i feel so seen #lol #I love this meager paragraph!#No OTHER denizens #looking forward to more #Also I was just thinking about the catacombs...#snowbaz #six sentences sunday #a little late #no judgment here #XD

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Hi everyone, and thank you @wellbelesbian, @youarenevertooold and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags! I’m so used to being too bright and early and British to be tagged before I post, so it was a nice treat!

Work on For All Intents and Purposes and by shipwreck COTTA fic (which may have a title? I’m not sure) is happening, piece by piece. Had a quiet few days the end of last week but managed to get more works down on Monday and this morning. Here’s a bit from each project.

First, some FAIAP chaos.

“Hell yeah!” Simon pumps a fist as the song changes. “Wait a moment. Is this Uptown Funk again?” “Yeah!” Just my luck. In Santa Monica, Simon put this song on every time we were getting ready to go out. And before we even left England. He says it's ‘road trip music’. “The fuck is wrong with Spotify?” I ask. “This was on five minutes ago!” “More like fifteen. The shuffle reset when you skipped to that Sausalito song. By that emo guy.” “Conor Oberst is not emo.” “He’s 100% pure, full fat, all-natural ingredients emo. Even in his happy songs he sounds like he’s about to cry.” I nudge him, and he pushes me back, laughing, then sits up to tap along on the dashboard. I don’t mind this song, really. It's an improvement on A Horse With No Name. And I like seeing Simon like this. Smile on his lips, wind tossing his hair and plucking at his shirt. I’m glad we get to do this again. Just drive America. I’m glad we can paint over those old bad memories with good ones. Still, there's only so many times I can tolerate 'Uptown Funking me up’. What if I don't want to be Funked up? Has Uptown considered that possibility?

And my shipwreck COTTA. For some context, Simon is unwell in this snippet.

I laugh. “You are a vampire.” He turns back to the fire, his shoulders drawing into a hunch. “Baz.” I’m snickering. “Oh fuck.” He begins rising. Maybe he needs a piss. “I’m glad you’re here,” I say. He freezes “I’m glad I’m not alone.” Suddenly I’m crying, voice stuttering. Baz sits back down. I gaze at his hair, his shoulders, his toes, until I fall back to sleep.

Hello tags under the cut, and if you want to join in but haven't been tagged, please do!

#Has uptown considered that possibility?#lol #Simon is right about Conor though #Also bonus awwww #wip wednesday

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Thanks for tagging me this week @artsyunderstudy, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @j-nipper-95 and @fatalfangirl. I loved all of your snippets!

I’m trying to finish my current wip for an anon fest, but I am at that stage where it all feels like a bunch of crap and my motivation is really low.

On a positive note, I started writing on my phone a snowbaz speed dating AU. I still don’t know if it’s going to be a drabble or longer, but here’s a tiny extract:

“This is the stupidest idea Dev’s ever had,” I tell Niall.

He ignores me and focuses on readjusting the rainbow pin on his t-shirt and smiling nervously at the bloke who sits opposite him.

The bell goes ding, and I close my eyes. I hear the scraping sound of the chair in front of me, inhaling deeply as I try to mentally prepare for another five-minute-slot of pure agony as another imbecile tries and fails to seduce me.

“I’m an arsonist,” I declare, my well-rehearsed opening line to discourage the next loser.

“Nah, I reckon you’re just an arse,” the stranger in front of me replies.

I finally open my eyes, and my vision is filled with a mass of bronze curls, freckles and moles. He’s sitting there with his legs spread wide, jutting his chin out and waiting for me to say something, a dare in his blue eyes. I try to ignore the fact that he’s a fucking wet dream come true and raise my left eyebrow at him. He’s not even wearing a pin to signal who he might be interested in.