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My blog is officially bat mitzvah age! Congrats, Cmdr. Shepard. We've been with this blog for 13 years. Which is your reminder of when ME3 came out.

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Katherine Moennig as Shane McCutcheon in season 1 of The L Word (2004 - 2009)

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Yeah I kinda forgot both Shane and Ash's birthdays. My bad lmao

Shane did what she always does in her mainverse: kills Cerberus

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Reminder I'm mostly on my multi, kleinewahines. You can find Kaidan and Brent Shep over there if you still want Mass Effect outta me.

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Reminder I'm mostly on my multi @kleinewahines these days.

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one day i want to go thru this mess of a blog and properly tag everything. Given how many posts that is, tho...

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"Catty? That's what we're going with?" How dare the Wolf of the Alliance be called a cat. Well, at least it got her using her words, at any rate. "...If anyone's a cat it's you." Oh, Shane knows Stan's had that argument before.

The bottlecap hit his square above the eyebrow. He hardly flinches. Just a small flicker of the eye.

"Do you have something to say, Shane? Or just feeling...catty." Yeah he couldn't think of a better word. Seemed appropriate.

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My mood isn't great but my loudest muses right now are shanebutt and then Vi on my multi.

I'm around on discord etc.,

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Something something I like the way you smell crosses her mind but she doesn't say it in the moment. Just breathes in as she rests against Ash's neck a moment. Knows all the little spots Ash prefers, and the feeling is mutual, of course.

Oh, there's the riot act now, right on time! Shane makes her pout even stronger, if possible.

"Me? Learn a lesson? In this war? I'm just a dumb ol' Jarhead," she says mildly, and in the part of her eyes not glowing there's mirth there, despite the fact it could sound like she's being self-deprecating she really isn't. It's a common remark, really.

A soft little hum leaves the older woman's throat then, enjoying the sensation of Ash's hands along her own. Shane will never say no to having Ash this close.

Mouth quirks at the kiss delivered carefully, though Shane would not fault Ash for accidentally nudging a fresh wound or two. And honestly, with the way she gets beat up sometimes? There's rarely a safe place for Ash to actually touch. This time there is, though, and she's glad for it.

Almost purrs at the touch to her hair (such a hard, hard head under it). It's so much easier to care for short hair in the war, especially when Shane darts off all over the place, helmeted or not. Enjoys the warmth of Ash's hand that can be felt through the fabric of her hoodie. Gently her hands join Ash's again and squeeze softly.

"A certain Lieutenant Commander has informed me a few times o' my ridiculousness," she chirps, grinning even though it does kinda hurt to do it.

Beat. "You want t' help me get myself killed on the battlefield?" she jokes, knowing perfectly well what Ash was actually saying. She leans in, kisses just over one vaguely judgy eye. "If it's any consolation, Ash, I think you'd look great with gray hair. What's the term for women? Silver vixen?"

"I'm shocked she didn't chase you down."

Ashley snorts and it precedes a soft laugh, closing her eyes as she feels Shane's lips press to the nape of her neck (a favourite place, for the both of them - and one she missed in the time they've spent apart). She gives Shane's fingers another squeeze, and her head shakes just a little within her grasp.

"Annnnnd have we learned our lesson yet, Skipper?"

It's a tease mixed with a bit of chastising (and care, and concern). She knows in the heat of the fight, Shepard has always been a leader and a rogue, drawing out the worst of the firefight and making them pay for it. Sometimes, though, at her own expense.

Still, when she's turned around, her hands are careful where they rest, deciding that her own belt loops are the best place for now, thumbs hooking into them, while her fingers make a home in the corners of her hoodie's pockets; holding on, but not at the risk of hitting something injured and tender.

"You're ridiculous, you know that, right?" There's still a grin that follows, meeting Shane's eyes despite the cybernetics. Even with them on her skin, she sees the new gash along the length of her jaw, and the bandages wrapped up beneath her clothes. Carefully then, she leans up to press a kiss to Shane's mouth, keeping herself from pressing her body against the other woman's, but she remains within her orbit. One hand raises then, gently running her palm through her mohawk, and over the shaved (non-injured) side of her head, ending up back into her pocket.

"That said... can you stop trying to get yourself killed when I'm not there to help you? I swear, you're gonna make me gonna grey before I'm 30, Shane."

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CARMEN MORALES IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ 3.10 Losing the Light

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@afraidofchange | Ash + Shane being not so sneaky in the middle of the night cont'd from here

A smile as Ash leans back into the first human Spectre's solid frame.

"Shh, I snuck out," Shane murmurs, resting her chin almost perfectly on Ash's shoulder. The Commander is lying/joking, of course. Though they both know that Chakwas is literally the only medical professional Shane allows to assess her, that didn't mean Shane was ever happy to be in the medical bay but she did at least listen to Chakwas at least half the time about getting patched up.

A kiss is lightly placed against the nape of Ash's neck, under the 'combat bun' as Shane sometimes playfully refers to it as. Shane's hair? Well, mohawk twins with Vega (though the young man continues to insist he was copied by Shepard even though Ash at least knows very well that Shane was sporting it at least by Horizon before Shane even knew Vega existed).

A sigh, more noise than air. As sometimes happened during the war these days, Shane had gone off on her own and paid the price for it when she came limping back home. She is, of course, still waiting on being read the riot act by Ash.

"Three broken ribs, bruised spleen which I didn't even know could be bruised. Bone weave kept my jaw intact but it smarts an' is prob'ly gonna scar. Cracked m' lower thoracic vertebrae but the reinforced spine thing is keepin' me upright. Miscellaneous dings an' cuts..."

Her grip tightens on Ash's belt loops, brushing a thumb over the other Spectre's knuckles as their hands sit clasped together for a moment before turning the younger woman around so hazel and red eyes could meet whiskey brown. Underneath Shane's off-duty 'uniform' of N7 hoodie and BDU pants that match Ash's, she's clearly wrapped up in bandaging. A pout is given, though the effect perhaps is muted by the cybernetics. But then, Ash has always been able to look past the glowing red to the Shane that the Commander had been back on the SR-1. Maybe if the Commander looks convincingly sad and pitiable she won't get "the Look (TM)"?

"Y'should see the other guys," she can't resist her standard remark whenever she lists off her injuries.

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Silly wolves I

(Silly wolves II and III)

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If this were a cartoon, Shane would be holding up a little sign saying 'I'm gonna kick you down the stairs of the Presidium'. Instead, she uses her biotics to fling the beer's bottlecap (you mean she had it this whole time?) at the man.

Continues to stare until he gets further information. No, he doesn't know what loud beer sipping means. So he's just going to squint with scrutiny.

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Judging. So much judging. The language of beer sipping is clearly subtle. Or not so subtle when it's so obnoxiously loud. You mean you can't read the Spectre's mind?

He's just staring back. What's he supposed to do, read her mind? Interpret her sipping?

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Reminder Kaidan is over on my multi ( @kleinewahines ) as well as my Phoenix Vanguard OC, Tom, and my paragon mshep Brent.

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Loudly sips beer while staring at Stan. @violeteyedkiller

Personally I would've chosen kill by kicking down a flight of stairs or somethin'.

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Mess | Shane @ Ash

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"You know, Skipper, not all of us like having a molten shower," Ashley snorts as her hand finds the dial, turning it down to a more comfortable temperature. They've been in here for a hot minute, knowing there's only a few hours before morning shift starts -- and even then, Ash spotted the stack of data pads on Shepard's desk that need attending to -- so a quick shower, and then back to bed to actually sleep.

Yet, with her back turned, Shane's hands find the curve of her waist as her lips find purchase where neck meets shoulder - a favourite spot - that elicits a sigh barely heard above the running water. They shouldn't and yet...

"Shane," Ash warns but the other woman continues anyway, sucking on the skin where she knows that a mark won't be seen above the collar of her uniform. It makes her skin shiver, sending the feeling from her neck all the way down her spine. "We've gotta be up in a few hours..."

"So? I can make it quick."

The Commander's reaction makes Ashley laugh, but before Shane can reach her earlobe, she turns around, eyeing her slightly taller lover with her hands coming to drape across her broad shoulders. "You're ridiculous."

Yet, she draws Shane into a kiss, pulling her into it by the side of her jaw. Water pelts down between them and any effort to clean up from their earlier activities has gone to the wayside. Instead, Ashley groans against Shane's mouth as she feels her hand slip between her thighs, clearly wasting no time. And not one to complain, Ashley smiles against the kiss, parting her legs just enough to allow her the space. Deft fingers press against her sex, parting her just enough to tease at her clit. Out of habit, her hips move forward, asking for more - the hand that isn't in Shane's hair guides her by the wrist until she gets it, pushing inside of her; while water so often washes natural lubricant away, this renewed arousal has more than made up for it.

While her moans are muffled by every deepening kiss, Ashley leans back against the shower wall, decidedly lifting and hooking one leg against Shane's hip, drawing her forward while allowing her to fuck her from a better angle; balance and core strength keep her upright even as Shane curls her fingers just right. The pleasure is white hot, almost as hot as the shower had been, parting from kissing Shane enough to gasp, biting down on her lip as orgasm hits her hard and fast. Breathless, not a word leaves her lips before she's kissed again.

It takes a moment - a good, long moment - before she opens her eyes again, letting the water relax her back from where the handle had jutted into it. Shane pulls out and she sighs with the sudden emptiness. "Well... you uh, you weren't kidding about making it quick," A snort leaves her, a rarity that only Shane gets to hear. She presses a kiss to the corner of Shane's mouth, brushing back sopping wet hair back from her face. "Now... lemme see if I can return the favour, just as fast, huh?"