The Burning Maze

Nostalgia. Sometimes fills you with happiness and sometimes with immense sadness. In both cases, you get the urge to share or scream about it to the whole world and explain how those moments can never be brought back. Unless we've a time machine!

*sighs* Let's just live the moment and move on.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

-T.J.Klune (Feral song)

I and my friends were talking about SnowBaz, that how Baz melts like butter under Simon's touch. So, I got this concept stuck in my mind. And I tried to draw and surprisingly it turned out better than what I expected. Still, it's not perfect. But Snowbaz feels makes the drawing Perfect.

This is how the convo goes.

BAZ: Snow, Butter or Me?

Simon: Obviously, You... *holds Baz's hand*

BAZ: *smiles*

Simon:...and Also Butter. *takes butter in another hand*

And hence, the hash tag #ButterBaz

@rainbowrowell

Simon: *eating scones*

Baz: *stares at his mouth* Can I have a bite?

Simon: Um..Sure!

Baz: *bites Simon's lip* YUM!

Simon: *blushes*

Baz: *Laughs*

How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?

-Aristotle.

-Benjamin Alire Saenz, (Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe)

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

Simon: Okay, Guys. NEW YEAR in 5min. So, get ready. BAZ! BAZ! Where are you? *Searches him in the crowd*

Baz: Crowley, Snow. I'm right behind you.

Simon: Good. Stay with me.

Baz: Don't worry. I wouldn't miss that.

Simon: *blushes* Miss what?

// 12:00 A.M //Everyone screams and kisses their partners//

*SnowBaz kisses*

Baz: Happy New Year,Love.

Simon: *smiles* *his arms around baz's neck* To you,too,Babe❤

Right?