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she’s the only person getting a pass on Baz’ wrath if they showed up matching to the function
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letraspal · 27 days
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“I do know Lady Salisbury. She’s probably my grandmother age, but she hangs out with my mother’s set. She tells bawdy jokes and always encourages everyone to eat more cake.”
Lady Ruth Salisbury | Women of the Simon Snow trilogy
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my main takeaway from the Simon Snow series
You Are Not Broken.
Simon grew up in care with no one that really cared about him. No one coddled him, no one fussed over him when he didn't feel well, and he felt like the most insignificant nobody in all of England.
And then this cool guy that has a sword and can do magic (whoa!) sweeps in and tells him that he's the most important and powerful somebody to ever exist and sweeps his entire world out from under him.
When we get his POVs, the mage spends the entire book telling us he has to fix Simon. That Simon is broken because he can't harness his power (which I did a tiny essay on here if you're interested). That Simon is so broken and shattered that he is unfixable.
From a boy with nothing to "Let the greatest power of powers reign, and may it save us all" and then back to a boy with nothing. His magic was what connected him to that beautiful world of worthiness and just as quickly as he was whisked into it, he was cast out. After being told by his mentor that he was unfixably broken.
That's... devastating.
and even more devastatingly, he believed it.
He believed it so much that started self-sabotaging every other good thing in his life because one horrible manipulative person told him he was broken.
and he believed it for over a year.
Which is why Simon and Baz meeting Lady Salisbury was so important.
She had a son who barely had any magic. And even though he didn't have magic, he didn't have that crucial connection to his mother's world that was coveted above everything else, she loved him anyway. She loves him so so much. and then, her son with some magic became her son with no magic at all. And she still cried with joy over his return when he came back to her.
Because love doesn't care about a silly thing like magic. Love is the greater magic, and it always is, and always will be.
He didn't have any magic to give, because he gave it all away. But he had love. He has more love in him than any other character in that series, except for maybe Ruth. He loves his school. He loves his friends. He loves his world of mages, even if it hurts too much to be a big part of it. He loves his mentor, and the silly goats that everyone overlooked, and even his evil, scorned roommate. Maybe the scorned roommate most of all. Simon never had a shortage of love to give.
And meeting Ruth and his real family was finally able to prove to him that the love he held close and carried around his whole life was finally enough. Better yet, it had always been enough, even though he was the last to see it.
Your love is enough. The love and goodness you put out into this world is enough. And you are worthy of love in return. Always. No exceptions. You are not broken. You are human, and humans are immovable and unshatterable. Your love is your magic, and you are worthy.
This post is for you. Never let them tell you you're not magic.
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alexalexinii · 4 months
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COC Day 29 - Cherry
Lady Ruth is showing Simon her favourite recipes. This one has cherries and Simon is curious but very very intrigued.
@carryon-countdown
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twokisses · 5 months
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my favourite part of awtwb is when baz is dishing to lady salisbury about all the absurd claims smith smith-richards has made about himself, and he can't even contain himself he's so excited to bitch and gossip about this hack who's trying to show up his boyfriend like yes, simon, even if you weren't an orphan the mage still would have told everyone you were because it's too perfect and oh lady ruth, smith-richards also claims he was born under an eclipse. and then when (queen) lady ruth is like, "was he trying to convert you or get in your trousers?" baz just goes, "i mean" and happily eats half a finger sandwich
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dohrnaira · 5 months
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Carry on Countdown - Day 17 - Fluff
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Introducing Lady Ruth Moominsbury to the AU. Of course she's always making fluffy pancakes for picnics.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 1 year
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Hi @rainbowrowell quick question, Jaime mentions that Ruth wanted to send Lucy to Switzerland to get away from Davy but he doesnt know why. What is in Switzerland? (Messner? Lol)
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ebbpettier · 1 year
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they can't all be winners :(
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crankybeetle · 1 year
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@carryon-countdown day 4: cake
Lady Ruth deserves the world.
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Day 13, DEC 7: Devotion
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Thanks @palimpsessed, for helping me brainstorm.
@carryon-countdown
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I can’t let my child shiver in the self made cold, ok???
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letraspal · 3 months
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Blue berry and lemon short cookies. 🫐
You can read it on AO3
Or a cooking with Lucy/ cooking with Simon fantastic fic by @aristocratic-otter and art by me for the @ladyruthsrecipescharityzine 🫐
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facewithoutheart · 2 years
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I saw this TikTok, thought, “SIMON” and anyways. Here we go again.
A Face Full of Cake
General, Lady Ruth & Simon Snow, Slight Angst, Fluff, Cake and Fluff
It’s been two years since I last saw my Lucy, and one year since I woke up in the dead of night to the sound of a distant bell that almost sounded like my kitchen timer.
So I did what I always do when faced with the vague inkling of some distant stress:
I baked.
One cake, and then two. Three. More. Until I’d covered every flat surface on the ground floor of my house in frosted sponge.
The next day I sent Jamie off with as many as he could carry (three, one in each arm and one balanced on his head). When I tried to send home a fourth with his wife she shook her head and suggested I find a place to donate the rest.
That’s why I’m here, at this care home. It’s one of many which takes whatever I bring, and I like to go a bit nutty with the decorations. When was the last time these boys had cake baked with love and decorated with enough buttercream dinosaurs to send them into a sugar coma?
One of my favorite volunteers, Mary, answers the door with a feigned sigh. “Have you baked all of London out of sugar yet, Ruth?”
But it’s hard for me to joke along today; I have nearly baked myself crazy, twice as much as normal, and all with one eye on the calendar.
Two years ago today.
I must be more transparent than the plastic carrying cases which contain my homemade desserts.
“Would you like to come in?” Mary offers. “It’s perfect timing. We were hoping to do a cake smash for one of the boys. Today’s his first birthday, we think.”
The ‘we think’ twists my heart; it hurts to think this child may never know his actual birthday. “I’d love to,” I say, following Mary into the home. “But what’s a cake smash?”
She chuckles. “You’re in for a treat. Especially since this will be Simon’s first sweet, that we know of.”
“Simon,” I smile, “that’s a lovely name.”
When we enter the dining room there’s a few boys gathered ‘round. One other worker. I’ve only brought in two cakes but one is smaller than the rest so I place it on the tray next to a high chair and set the other on the table.
“Here’s the birthday boy,” someone says walking into the room, bouncing a chubby-cheeked toddler with curly, blond hair.
Just like my Lucy.
I’ve never believed in love at first sight but when this child turns his big, blue eyes on me I know he’s meant to be mine, somehow.
I blink away the tears threatening to fall.
As the room’s occupants sing an off-pitch rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Simon stares back at me. Like he feels it too.
Or maybe he’s just a baby. Babies stare; I shouldn’t read into it.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Mary asks.
With a nod, I walk over to where Simon’s sat in his high chair and pull off the plastic lid to reveal a cake nearly the same color as Simon’s eyes, decorated with a red lumpy dragon.
Simon tilts his head to one side and I can almost hear him asking, “For me?”
I push the plate closer to him. “All yours, love.”
His chubby hands clench in fists on either side of the cake. He opens them, then closes them, then circles his arms around the dessert.
His eyes widen in disbelief. He smashes his face right into the frosting.
I snap my head over to Mary who’s barely holding back laughter, her eyes twinkling.
Smash cake. I get it now.
With his arms wrapping around the cake, Simon brings it closer to him like one might give a hug. All the while he opens his eyes wide and his mouth wider, falling onto the cake like he could eat it with his whole face.
“Simon,” Mary finally releases her laughter, leaning forward to pull frosting out of his nostrils.
It doesn’t deter his actions; in fact, I think it encourages him.
He face-plants into the cake once more.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear a bell ringing. It sounds familiar.
I sign the foster paperwork that night.
It’s a month or so before I can bring Simon home. Jamie thinks I’m crazy.
“What will you do with a toddler, mum? You’re so old.”
But I have magic, I have love. I have a network of friends and my son to help.
And, okay, it’s not exactly the most important part of a growing boy’s diet, but I have a cake for Simon every year. All different designs though he’s got a soft spot for dragons. And every year I show a picture I snapped on my phone of Simon covered in frosting during that first cake smash.
And every year Simon lets me take another. He never minds posing for it; says it’s the first tradition he’s ever had.
“One day I’ll take this photo at your wedding,” I tell him, the first time he brings a boy home.
“Muuuum,” he whines, keeping his big, blue eyes anywhere but on the gray ones that belong to someone Simon insists is, ‘just a friend.’
Simon Snow was five years old when he first lifted my husband’s Excalibur and one day I’ll tell him what that means. But for now I’ll let him enjoy his sixteenth birthday, the stolen glances from his first love, and, as always, a face full of cake.
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Okay but
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Has anyone talked about how this icon is definitely Lady Ruth? Like, we’re all on the same page, right?
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prettygoododds · 1 year
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Carry On Countdown Day 16
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Carry On Countdown 
Day 16
Prompt: Bridge
Simon accompanies Ruth to her weekly Bridge Club
Pages Turned With The Bridges Burned
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 1 year
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Rosebud Boy Growing Roots
Simon and his Grandma Ruth drinking tea and chatting away 🩷🖤🩶🧡🥺🥹🥺🥹🩷🖤🩶🧡
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