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WARNING: WAYWARD SON SPOILERS (Trigger warning: blood)

“I hold on for dear life.” — Baz, Wayward Son by @rainbowrowell

He gets to the end of the ramparts, but instead of stopping, he leaps up on top of the wall, then out over the moat - just takes a running jump off the building! And doesn’t fall! He floats out over the moat and lands on the other side. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

One last set for 2018. A retrospective of sorts with a promise of wonderful things to come in 2019. :)

Last January, I never could have dreamed that the year would end this way - with new friends, a new fandom, and a seemingly endless impulse to create. I can’t overstate how grateful I am for all of it, and all of you.

Thank you so much for being here. To my fellow artists and writers, thank you for sharing your gifts and inspiring me to be better. And to @rainbowrowell, thank you for being a lightworker and bringing stories into the world that fill us up with magic.

The foxes: he left

Neil:

(Carcino Giovanna)

It was inevitable and I warned you that I was going to write a SnowBaz song in Baz’s point of view

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me unveil a story that I will never tell Let me send myself into flames again Let him get some sleep Some peace from prophecies that fill his mind Like lies fill mine Free his mind Like he frees mine

It’s hopeless, that I know In fact, that’s the operative word, He brings me to the constellations, Constantly better than expectations If I’m built for hate, he’s built for love, And if he is so much, I’m not enough,

CHORUS Sing me a swan’s song, Wrap me up in gold, For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow We might just be the heirs of war, But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold As cold as snow

And as the temperatures run higher, We’ll find what we desire My heart built like catacombs, How to get out no one knows, As we stay alive, Do you see everyday I’m dying over you?

CHORUS

Sing me a swan’s song, Wrap me up in gold, For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow We might just be the heirs of war, But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold As cold as snow

I’m drawn to fire and the things that burn me most, I’m drawn to you like a shadow to a ghost, And life goes on, We carry on Life goes on We carry on.

CHORUS