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December 9 - December 10, 2023
This book is for you. Never let them tell you you’re not magic.
a grudge will eat up your whole life and leave you on your deathbed, realizing you never lifted your head to the sun or had a second piece of cake.
I was never the Chosen One. That was just another of the Mage’s lies.
I've always wondered if Harry Potter was the Chosen One or if that was one of Dumbledores lives considering he loved his child soldiers.
“Yes. Shepard. You’ve lost your soul to a demon.”
Dope.
“The observatory is named after your grandfather.” “So were you, boyo. It’s Pitch blood in both our veins.” It’s rat blood in my veins. Currently.
And then my father figured out—I’m not sure who told him, Fiona wouldn’t have—that Simon and I were being extremely homosexual together.
It’s only been twenty-four hours since Snow tried to talk me into dumping him so I could take up with a 300-year-old vampire.
I'm going to throw an unholy fit if Simon does break up with Baz. Even only temporarily.
“I’ll be home tomorrow,” I text him. He doesn’t reply.
SIMON SNOW I SWEAR
“Goodness, you’re all grown up. It’s like holding a baby rhinoceros.”
I'm going to call all my cousins kids baby rhinoceros from now on. and don't think I won't!
My father—or possibly his unhinged doppelgänger?—
Valid. I, too, am unhinged.
Malcolm Grimm has two looks: gentleman farmer and gentleman’s gentleman.
How does one look like a gentelman farmer??? I live in the soutb and everyone just looks like hicks...
“Pretending … this, Baz. Us. Pretending I can…” I’m dying. I’m dying, this is death.
AN UNHOLY FIT I TELL YOU
I thought we had the sort of love that you can’t set down or walk away from. An undying fire. The love you hear about in the old stories. No one told Simon Snow the old stories.
“No, Simon. No. We can’t come apart like this. We’re not made of pieces that come apart.”
I know I’ll never love anyone like I love Baz. I know he’s the love of my life. Of all my lives.
“I love you,” I say. (And I know it’s a not a thing. I know it doesn’t matter.) I turn away from him then, and tuck my wand in my pocket. It’s only anger making my legs move. I can’t believe he’s doing this, I can’t believe I’m leaving. I can’t believe this is it—that this is how we’re ending. It wasn’t the Mage. It wasn’t the War. It wasn’t the Humdrum. I stop at the door. I look back at Simon one more time. “I never thought I’d be the first thing you ever gave up on.”
Why haven’t I ever fought for Baz?
“I want to … try. Because—Because I love you, Baz. I love you, and I didn’t think that I could keep you. But if there’s a chance … If there’s any chance at all … I can’t—I want—I need—”
“This thing between us didn’t start with us dating. It didn’t even start when you kissed me. You’re in me so deep, I wouldn’t know how to dig you out. I may get fed up with you … But, Simon, I’ll never get tired of you.”
Baz is kissing me. Well, he’s kissing the wings. Down one side. Slowly. And … Up … The other. It feels like he’s kissing the inside of my ear. Or the back of my throat.
Bat Boy wing sensitivity anyone???
What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.
“I just want to be with you,” I say. “And this is where we are now. I’m a broken-down mess, and you’re a rat-drinking monster.”
“All I really know is that nothing I’ve experienced so far compares to you. Maybe that makes me gay.” He swallows. “Or maybe that just makes me yours.”
Simon is Baz-sexual
“Well, if it isn’t Basilton Pitch. Did you take a break from getting your cock sucked and remember that you have friends and family?” “Took a break from sucking cock, actually.”
Fine, you fucker. Have me. Just have me. Do your worst, you stubborn twat. Be the death of me. You’ll be the death of me.
Wait. Is that the Chosen One? That guy in the jumper? Him? I don’t know what I was expecting. Someone more intimidating. Or someone more obviously shamming, maybe even twirling a moustache. Not a hot young guy in jeans.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” he says, looking out at the room again, “because this is a special night.”
Oh, that is very, very ominous.
The Greatest Mage, a new fragrance from Ralph Lauren.
I'd buy it and spray it on my pillows
I think he wants to believe that walking cologne ad is offering something real.
WALKING COLOGNE AD IS ABSOLUTELY FOUL 🤣
“Kiss me in the Catacombs, Snow. Unhallow the ground.” “I’ll unhallow your ground,” he says, kissing me.
It's giving that one scene in Baldur's Gate 3 with Astarion and my Tav
“If you can’t be gay at Ikea,” Snow reasoned, “where can you?”
The better to see Smith-Richards’s pore-less skin, I presume.
I dont trust a person who doesnt have pores
“Wise girl.”
Once again, annabeth chase. Ive said it since the first book
Is this what people do? Get as close as they can and then push closer? Burn each other’s faces into their eyelids? Let each other into every gap? And then what? Then just tomorrow, and more?
