april simon

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]


Part 7 - I’ve got you now

Simon

I wake up with Baz arm around me, and I don’t want to move. He’s still sleeping, I can hear his soft breathing, so I let myself stay like that for a while.

When he wakes up, he slowly disentangles himself from me “I’m going to hunt before we go back,” he tells me while he’s getting dressed.

I’m momentarily distracted looking at him getting dressed, that I only tell him, “okay,” right before he leaves.

I feel like I just missed my chance to talk to him about this, so I take a quick shower and decide to go after him. I can’t stand it anymore, not knowing how he really feels.

I start walking into the woods, making as much noise as I can, so that he’ll hear me.

After a few minutes he shows up. We stare a few seconds at each other, until he finally speaks. “Snow… what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“You could have waited-”

“No, I really couldn’t,” I interrupt him, and he’s looking at me in a strange way now.

I step closer to Baz, but I can’t look up while I say it. “I can’t keep doing this Baz, this fake relationship with you…”

“I see… ” That’s all he has to say? I look up at him and he’s looking hurt. So I just grab him by the neck and kiss him one last time. He’s not kissing me back, so I pull away to look at him.

“This is why I can’t keep pretending…” I close my eyes and let go of him. “It feels too good,  too real, when we’re together and it isn’t.“

Suddenly Baz is kissing me.

It’s so good.

It’s been so good every time.

And somehow we end up falling to the ground, and he’s not letting go of me. “Simon…” he tells me, between kisses. “This has been real for me too.”

I’ve got you, I think. I’ve finally got you.


(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 1

Simon

I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake up.

 

Simon,

 

I don’t know exactly how to say this

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank page for ten minutes

Why did you have to be the Mage’s Heir?

I wish this didn’t have to be so hard to say

Crowley, this is ridiculous

We’ve lived together all this time and

Bet you thought I hated you

I don’t hate you

I can’t even explain what I

Why did we have to be enemies?

Fuck it.

 

I love you Simon Snow.

 

Baz

He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he storms towards me I see the letter in his hand. I brace myself.

Simon

“When did you even write this?” I begin.

           Baz looks taken aback.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

           “And why did you have to write it today?”

           “It’s April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”

           “That’s just it,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a prank?”

           “For exactly that reason.”

           “Well, what am I supposed to think?”

           He gives me a look.  “Think whatever you want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”

           I glare up at him a second longer.  His eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.

           His mouth is right there, and his lips look soft like his hair.

           I wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.

Baz

I wonder if he’ll reach up…

           Or if I’ll have to reach down…

           Or if I’m even brave enough…

Simon

I’m not brave enough.

           I step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or before one of us closes the distance.

           I wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck you”, but I don’t.

           So I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.

           I wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.

Baz

Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank, but when else am I supposed to tell him? When else would he take it with a grain of salt?

           Except he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.

           I hope it makes him hate me.  I hope he burns it in front of me.  I hope he makes me burn it with my own fire.

           I wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.

           Because the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.

Simon

I could have kissed him.

           I wanted to kiss him.

           Why?

           I’m outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.

           “Hello?”

           “Penny?”

           “Hey Simon, what’s up?”

           I squeeze my eyes shut.  “You’ve got to help me.”

           “Why, what’s wrong?”

           “I…”

           “What?”

           “I almost kissed Baz.”

Penelope

I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.

           “What’s wrong with me, Penny?”

           I shoot him a look.  “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him, “you’re just scared.”

           “Baz hates me.”

           I don’t answer.

           “And I hate him, right?”

           “If you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”

           “But I must,” he insists, “I always have.”

           “Things change.”

           “Not this.”

           “Where is this even coming from?” I ask.  He hands me a folded slip of paper.  A letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.  

           “It was on my bed this morning.”

           “You do realize this is probably a prank, right?”

           “But that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”

           “Simon,” I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”

           “But why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”

           “Oh, I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”

           He doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.

           “Quick question.”

           “What?”

           “Who almost kissed whom?”

           He shakes his head.  “I’m not really sure anymore.”

           “Did you want to kiss him?”

           It’s a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods.  “Why would I want that, Penny?”

           I put a hand on his knee.  “Oh, Si,” I murmur sympathetically, “you know why.”

Baz

I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.

Baz,

 

I love you too.

 

Simon

Of course I do.  How could I have doubted for a second that I did?

Baz

I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood.  I climb to the top of the highest tree I can find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.

           I don’t know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own fault.  I did it to him, so he did it to me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.

           Yet neither of us have actually said April Fool’s.

           I wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s dark already.  Simon doesn’t appear to have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I found his note.

           As I stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air lazily.

           I venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is.  A dragon’s tail.

           Part of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.

           “What in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”

           “Turns out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me.  I should go back inside (I don’t have anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.

           “What are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.

           I shake myself out of my trance.  “Nothing,” I say, ducking to retreat back in.

           “You should come up.”

           “What?”

           “Up here, it’s a great view.”

           “I can see just fine from here, Snow.”

           “Yeah, but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

           “You can come down if you want to talk to me.”

           “Where’s the fun in that?”  He shoots me a shy smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed. “Seriously, just get out here.”

           I peer over the windowsill to the moat.  “I’ll fall.”

           “No you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”

           “And I fell.”

           “I’d catch you.”

           He won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.

           I look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might have done yesterday.

           One almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.

           Well, two almost-kisses.

           I settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the angled roof.  It’s really not the most comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here I can see what he was talking about.  The Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into the distance.  “Not a bad view,” I concede.

           “Told you.”

           “It would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”

           “You won’t.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why?”

           “You just won’t.”

           I should, just to prove him wrong. Yesterday I might have.

           “Baz?”

           “Yes?”

           “Why haven’t we teamed up before?”

           I give a dark laugh.  “It might have something to do with being mortal enemies.”

           “Is that what we are?”

           “Well, it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”

           “So why haven’t you?”

           “Are you getting impatient, Snow?”

           “You’ve had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve ended up saving me.”

           “I’ll make a note to stop doing that.”

           “Please don’t.”

           “I doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.

           He looks genuinely curious.  “Why not?”

           “I think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”

           “I trust you.”

           I raise an incredulous eyebrow at him.  “I sold you out to a goblin yesterday, and now you trust me?”

           “It seems that way.”

           “Maybe that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible decision-making skills.”

           Simon just laughs.  “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides, look how it turned out.”

           My mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly grateful for the darkness hiding my blush. “What do you mean?”

           “You killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”

           I shrug.  “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t exactly difficult.”

           “Exactly. Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long gone by now.”

           “How boring our lives would be.”

           “We wouldn’t have to be enemies.”

           I look down at my legs.  “We’d still have to be enemies.”

           “We could be unlikely friends.”

           “No we couldn’t.”

           He glances at me carefully.  “Maybe not,” he agrees after a pause.

           Maybe he could be alright with friends, but I don’t know if I ever could.

           Fuck the Families.  Fuck the Mage.  Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts we have to play.  Fuck it all.  I just want you, Simon Snow.

           “Baz?”

           “Hm?”

           “Why did you have to write that letter today?”

           I don’t know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both.  “I’ve already told you why.”

           “Why couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”

           I cast him a sideways glance.  “You know that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to lie to you, right?  Saying it any other day wouldn’t make it true.”

           “If it were true,” he says slowly, “today would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously, right?”

           I shrug carefully.  “I suppose.”

           “Baz?”

           “What?”

           He looks me right in the eye.  “Did you mean it?”

           I hold his gaze.  “Why are you expecting the truth?”

           “Because I trust you.”

           “That’s right, I’d forgotten.”

           He waits expectantly.

           “It doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.”  It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.

           “Baz?”

           I don’t answer, just meet his eyes.

           “Did you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your letter would mean something to me?”

           I don’t speak, I can’t.

           “Or that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”

           I gulp.  “The thought crossed my mind, but it was too ridiculous to entertain.”

           He shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle between us.  “It’s not that ridiculous.”

           “What are you saying?”

           Simon’s eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him.  “I think…”

           I can’t breathe as I wait for him to finish.

Simon

I don’t know if I can say it.  Writing it down is one thing, but saying it face-to-face, and this close…

           Baz’s eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.

 

Baz

“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject.  (And then kiss his cheek.)  (And then kiss his mouth.)

           “Because I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”

           “Because you were scared, and… it hurt me to see you hurting like that.”

           He won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.

           “When you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”

           I already know where this is going.  “What else did I say?”

           “My name.  Simon.”

           Figures.  “I was afraid of that,” I nod.

           “Can I ask what you were dreaming about?”

           It takes a long time for me to answer.  “I had to kill you.”

           “And did you?”

           Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.

           “You don’t have to…”

           “Yes.  I did.” He’s silent as I take a ragged breath. “That’s why it’s my worst nightmare. I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to refuse.  But in my nightmares, I always give in.  Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”

“After I woke you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated myself for what I’d done to you.  I wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too afraid.  When I walked away, it was like someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more.  I thought the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.”  He looks me in the eye, and he looks terrified.  “It still hasn’t.”

He’s only inches away.  There’s tears in his eyes to match mine.  

“I think…” Simon moves even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”

My heart goes quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I wrote.”

It’s taking everything in me right now not to fall against him.

I don’t miss his eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up. When he speaks it’s less than a breath. “May I…”

“Please.”

He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to him.

Simon

Baz tastes like citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent.  His mouth is softer than I could have imagined and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening his mouth with mine.  I feel his sigh vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough.  I want to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering.  I know right now that I’ll never get enough.

Baz

Simon kisses me like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle.  His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow, like we have nothing but time.  The tears are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for more.

Simon

Breaking away from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a breath away.

“Are you shaking?” I whisper.

“It’s cold up here, Simon,” he murmurs back.  “Not everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”

I grin and wrap my wings around the two of us.  “Call me that again.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.  “Simon,” he breathes, and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.

Baz keeps whispering my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.

anonymous asked:

Thank you for talking about your concerns re: Sony/Columbia and Rob Stringer. I thought I was the only one who felt sick to my stomach at the thought of the man who has been friends with Simon for years, and was head of the US label that helped to closet H & L, being the one to sign H. I don't know why people are excited, because the power dynamics are really messed up now, and there's no guarantee that the stunts are going to stop for L anytime soon. Trying to have hope, but it's hard. :(

It’s very hard, and you’re perfectly welcome, anon.

I thought I had posted about Rob Stringer in the fall, but all I can find is some articles I uploaded, so I’ll revisit now. Stringer has spent his career at Sony, he’s been running labels there since the early 90s, and his brother was a main exec and CEO of Sony Corp (not music) for quite some time. Stringer has headed Columbia since 2008, and he’s done extensive business with Simon Cowell in that capacity. Indeed, Simon was the first quote in the Billboard article announcing Stringer’s appointment as head of Sony this October. Their working relationship has been extensive, as far as I can tell. He has credited his work with Simon on XFactor acts as his gateway to success for getting Glee to work, which was hugely responsible for his success turning Columbia around. [Adele as well, and he’s partly responsible for a lot of a resurgent trend of U.K. artists’ US success.] He has called Simon the “best A&R guy he knows” in multiple interviews.

One Direction signed to Columbia in 2012 as they were breaking the American market; the closet clamped down during this time.

Sony purchased controlling shares in Syco in July of 2015 – paying £85 million total for it, and absorbing the £70 million debt it had accrued. While making £45 million from it personallyis somewhat pathetic for Simon, that’s a far better fate than being jettisoned from Sony and declaring the company bankrupt within five years. The buyout was, it would appear, the best possible outcome for Simon given the failures of his television series, losing One Direction, and being unable to produce a suitably earning substitute.

Rob Stringer was announced the new head of Sony mid-October 2016.

I say all this to suggest that thinking of a ‘fresh start’ for Rob Stringer or Harry is not logically sound. Rob Stringer has been involved in their business since 2012 – but even say for argument’s sake that perhaps he didn’t determine their marketing. But Rob Stringer has been calling the shots at Sony since this fall (and potentially had input before that official announcement). And we know Sony now holds the Syco strings and has since July 2015, a date we are all very aware of – so Rob Stringer stepping into the office in the last six months has certainly had power to ameliorate the situation, and he has not done so.

Harry has been constructed as the big fish, the Justin Timberlake, almost since the beginning. It seems Sony’s going to be damned if they don’t get what they’ve always angled for, by hook or by crook. Given what we have seen, they’ve been successful at backing Harry into a corner, as well as Louis, with profound effects for Liam and Niall as well.

Columbia and Sony are sure to promote Harry’s music thoroughly, because it could make them a great deal of money. But that is the equation. It is very much in their best interests not to help Niall, Louis, and Liam or One Direction, as that would distract dollars and time from Harry’s solo work, which will make them a fortune. It is quite evident by now that Sony has had the power to step in but have not, because such an extreme power imbalance in negotiating is much more expedient for their bottom line. They’ve been monstrous and it’s gotten them Harry’s contract, which is what they wanted.

Hope is not any easy thing in such a situation. I think patience will continue to be the watchword. 

Signatures

april 28 @snowbaz-feda (it’s almost over?!)

“you’re my favorite up and coming author and i go to one of your signings, oh my god your handwriting is so pretty, wait did you just write your number in this book” au (not mine).

ok so baz is a pretentious prick but that’s nothing new. 

word count: 549

Simon’s bouncy today. It’s one of his most adorable, if ungraceful, qualities. But he’s dragged me to the local bookshop, the one run by our favorite old lady, Ebb, the one that I introduced him to, and the one that’s featuring the magnanimous Basilton Pitch, aka Simon’s crush (though he would never admit that). Simon’s read all of his books after stumbling across his author’s page a couple years ago. He mostly writes fantasy—merwolves, goblins, mages, and vampires—but this one’s supposed to be different. It’s just out today, and Simon’s been up since dawn, dragging me out of a caffeinated stupor, to go buy the book and meet the guy.

“Simon, I love you dearly, but I’m going to have to hit you over the head with the nearest book if you don’t stop that,” I yawn.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just, I’m so excited, Penny. And nervous. What do I say? What do I do? I mean, this is Basilton Pitch. He’s probably expecting a sonnet or something. Oh god, Pen, what if he hates me?”

“He won’t hate you, Si. He’ll sign your book, you’ll say something awkward about how much you love him, and then the hordes of women behind us will close in and I’ll be forced to pour hot coffee on them to get us out of here.” Some girl at the shelf beside me scoffs at my comment. I’m not wrong. Basilton Pitch is gorgeous. It’s why half his readers started on his books.

We get to the front of the line and Simon’s clutching the book so hard I think it’s going to break. It’s gorgeous—hardcover and embossed—but I try not to pay attention to the way he holds it.

Simon holds out the book, eyes wide, mouth dropped open, to the one and only. “Who should I make this out to?”

He sounds just as posh as I would expect him to through his writing (of course I read it, Simon would kill me if I didn’t), and glances between the two of us expectantly.

“Simon Snow. It’s for Simon.”

Basilton meets Simon’s eyes and grins slowly. “Snow spelled just how I think it is?”

Simon nods.

He opens the front cover and tilts the book—he’s left-handed I notice—and pens out a message. He writes what appears to be more than a simple sentence, and finishes it with a signature.

“I just—I love your writing,” Simon gushes when Basilton hands him the book back. “I’ve read it all.”

Basilton smiles again. “I’m glad to hear that. I hope you like this one, too. It’s been a pleasure.” Basilton holds out his hand and Simon shakes it, shocked.

We pay Ebb, who insists on a family and friends discount and gives us both large hugs, and on the way home, Simon cracks open the book.

For Simon Snow,

May your name be a testament to yourself and your originality. I will never meet another Snow like you.

Enjoy the read,

Basilton Pitch

The note is finished with a series of numbers that make Simon’s face go bright red.

“Simon, is that a phone number?”

“I—well, yeah.”

I cock one eyebrow but say nothing else. Apparently, those of Basilton’s readers who began because of his beauty never knew he batted for the other team.

“You had a crush on me? Dude that’s gay.” Simon teased, poking at Jace’s arm.

“We’re married, Simon,” Jace pointed out, rolling on his side to look at his now-husband. 

“Still,” Simon said, grinning at Jace like a kid on Christmas. 

“And who said the crush was in past tense?” Jace asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You still have a crush on me?” 

“We just got married, of course I still have a crush on you.”

Simon tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Can you call it a crush when you’re in an actual- married- relationship with said crush?”

“You’re a nerd.” Jace said, laughing softly.

“The nerd you married.” 

Jace grinned, surging forward to kiss Simon. “The nerd I married.” He agreed. 

Invisible Ink

april 26 @snowbaz-feda

i needed a break from victorian stuff so here’s a soulmate au that im p sure is unique (meaning i came up with it and havent seen this exact au yet so)

soulmate au where at age 18 everyone finds out their soulmate. On their birthday, at the minute they were born, the image of their soulmate as they look in that moment appears on their forearm. Nobody else can see it unless it’s the soulmate and that person has already reached age 18. It stays forever.

part 2

word count: 737

Baz rolled over in bed, subconsciously missing Watford’s old mattresses. Who cared it was his birthday? Who cared he was eighteen now? Nothing new was going to be revealed. He knew it, already.

A sharp itching in his left forearm caused Baz to sit up and rub at the offensive limb. The itching only got more severe until a blurry image appeared in that same spot. It was hard to tell at first, but minutes later the tattoo became clear. The dolt. Snoring and drooling on Baz’s arm for eternity. It was the final fuck you to his father from the universe. Your son’s destined to be with the tool you hate the most!! And it’s gay! Those ridiculous curls flopped across Simon’s forehead and his mouth hung open, all tattooed perfectly into Baz’s forearm.

The thing about soulmate tattoos is that only he and Simon would be able to see each other’s, so there was no telling if they were lying. And who knew when the git had been born? He was an orphan. And a dolt. And Baz’s soulmate.

Simon hated the homes. He was nearly eighteen, and technically, he didn’t need to stay there. He could just leave, if he wanted. But something kept him in the homes.

This one was in London. Actually in London. Meaning they had a harder time keeping track of kids who wandered onto the tube, or got lost at the shopping centres. Meaning Simon could slip away to a convenience store and hide Aero bars in the waistband of his trackies, as he was currently doing. And doing a damn good job of it, too, until in walked the last person Simon expected or wanted to see.

“Snow.” He sounded surprised. The tosser looked every bit as perfect and put-together as he did all through school. Except he was wearing jeans. Posh jeans, by the fit of them, but jeans nonetheless.

“Baz.” Simon was sure he sounded no less surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I live near here, this year. Your turn.”

“Went out for a drive.”

“Bull shit, Baz.”

He shrugged, letting his fingers drag across the shelves as he crossed to Simon. “What’s in your pants?”

“What are you talking about?” Simon shifted inelegantly to hide his bars.

“Do I need to spell it out of you? It’s obvious.”

“Only to righteous gits like you.”

“Right, yeah, of course.” Baz seemed less into insulting Simon than normal. “What is it, though?”

Simon felt his cheeks flame angrily. “I said. Nothing.” Simon’s forearm began to itch and he scratched it absently. Baz’s eyes dropped immediately to Simon’s arm. “What are you on about?”

Baz shook his head. “Look, if it’s a money thing, let me buy it. You know I have the cash.”

“It’s nothing, Baz. Seriously. Drop it.” Unfortunately, an Aero bar decided that moment to drop unceremoniously out of his trousers.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re stealing Aero bars? Of all the things to lift, you chose Aero bars?”

“Fuck off.” Which always means Simon’s lost. “They’re my favorite and I don’t have shit.” Simon reached again for his wrist, but Baz caught it.

“Don’t scratch.”

“Okay, mom.” Both boys froze at the comment, remembering their and each other’s lack of a mother.

“I’m serious. It must be your birthday.”

“What the fuck does tha—? Oh. Oh right.” Simon then took to staring at his wrist, waiting for an image to appear. Baz tried not to, but couldn’t help it.

“Hand over the Aero bars, while you’re at it. I’ll buy.”

“Why would you do that?”

“It’s your birthday, Snow. Can’t be solely rude all the time. You’d get too used to it.” Begrudgingly, Simon relinquished the candy bars. Baz took all seven of them and went to pay the woman working the till.

“Jesus Christ!” Simon was swearing like a Normal again.

“What what?” Baz unwrapped a bar and took a bite, chewing slowly. “Better than I remember.”

“Baz, what the fuck.” Simon grabbed for Baz’s wrist and flipped it. Nothing. “Wait, I…then…”

“Wrong wrist, you dolt.” Baz yanked up his left sleeve, revealing the slumbering Snow on his own forearm.

“But that means…”  He had that dumb look on his face. The one where Simon’s mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“That we’re soulmates, yeah. Come on, Chosen One. Let’s go for a walk.”

Some More Notable Bioware Character Who Share Voices

CLICK HERE FOR PART 1

So I made a post before and actually reblogged it with these updates, but I’m not overly familiar with the finer workings of Tumblr posts and apparently nobody saw it because I am continuously getting messages that Mark Meer and others are not on the first part. Hopefully this helps!

(kinda embarrassed I forgot Claudia Black in part 1, I had hers on my list but completely overlooked making her picture )

(also I know that Jon Curry voiced both Zevran and one of the Male Inquisitors, but I did not include because both characters are only in Dragon Age and not one of the other two)

(also Star Wars The Old Republic characters are not included on the list simply because I have not experienced the game, I’m not familiar with the characters in question, and I don’t want to get them wrong. Sorry!)


Claudia Black - Morrigan (DAO, DAI), Daro’Xen vas Moreh (ME2, ME3), Matriarch Aethyta (ME2, ME3)

Simon Templeman - Loghan Mac Tir (DAO, DAI), Dr. Gavin Archer (ME2, ME3), Han’Gerrel vas Nema (ME2, ME3)

Kimberly Brooks - Ashley Williams (ME1, ME2, ME3), Lanaya (DAO)

Steven Barr - Urdnot Wrex (ME1, ME2, ME3), Dulin Forender (DAO)

April Banigan - Khalisah Al-Jilani (ME1, ME2, ME3), Delilah Howe (DAII)

Brian Bloom -  Varric Tethras (DAII, DAI), Darner Vosque (ME3), Leske (DAO)

Wendy Braun - Gianna Parasini (ME1, ME2), Felsi (DAO)

Mark Meer - Male Shepard (ME1, ME2, ME3), Jethann (DAII), Athras(DAO)

George and Olivia Harrison, 1977. Photo by Michael Simon.

“Well, I wasn’t ready to join Alcoholics Anonymous or anything - I don’t think I was that far gone - but I could put back a bottle of brandy occasionally, plus all the other naughty things that fly around. I just went on a binge, went on the road… all that sort of thing, until it got to the point where I had no voice and almost no body at times. Then I met Olivia and it all worked out fine. There’s a song on the new album [George Harrison], ‘Dark Sweet Lady’: ‘You came and helped me through/When I’d let go/You came from out the blue/Never have known what I’d done without you.’ That sums it up.” - George Harrison, Rolling Stone, 19 April 1979 [x]