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hi. um. sorry for the week long silence. I forgot to mention I was going away for a while with some friends. I’m back now but unfortunately I’ve caught some sorta bug so I won’t be able to come back totally? I’m sorry guys. :(

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Pretending that this game didnt destroyed me, i drew some Mass Effect :)

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[ i’ve (technically) had this blog for 4 years ]

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"You sound ghastly, like some 90 year old woman."

studio ghibli meme // accepting.

 “ Yeah – I feel like it too, oh God -”           Shepard cut himself off, heaving and puking more alcohol onto the floor. Too much Ryncol. Again. Why did he do this? Why did he always do this – ? Right, Grunt had dared him to. Cheeky bastard. But the Commander had a soft spot for the young Krogan, always did, and apparently he’d drink himself sick if it meant the kid got a kick out of it. The whole crew got a kick out of it; Cortez, Kaidan, Vakarian, Vega, Javik - everyone who came out for their ‘guys’ night’. They would have all followed him to the bathroom to watch him puke his guts out and offer a reassuring comment had Shepard not chosen the women’s restroom by accident.

                  “ Ghastly – who even uses that word anymore –”

Vega gave him a sympathetic pat on the back when he coughed again, and another time for good measure. Shepard had to lean on the larger man seeing as he was completely and totally shitfaced, and he hoped the other didn’t mind. Johnny also really hoped this didn’t get onto Alliance TV. Al-Jilani would get a kick out of this – oh who gave a shit*. Shepard was saving the world he was allowed to vomit over his own shoes in the bathroom.

                             “James, I know its- I know its like… nine? 9PM but… could I-                                      could I ask you to carry me back to the apartment?”

* Hackett did and would.

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when will @ltjamesvega beat me with his fist?

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amortean:

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No.

“Don’t stop me.”

“Put the knife down, chica.”

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                LIEUTENANT  JAMES  VEGA                 being a soldier is really the only thing i’ve been good at.                 and not cause i try.

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@adastraed  |  continued from

James hadn’t even realized that he was complaining, simply stating what was on his mind before he thought it through. A bad habit. Shepards voice caught him off guard, even though he knew she was right there.

He caught the bar with ease, looking it over then to her -- returning the smirk, even if it was a bit bashful.

“ Thanks, Shepard. “ He peeled back the wrapping and took   and took a bite from the bar. “ Sorry ‘bout that -- complaining   I mean. Not my usual thing -- guess I just woke up in a pissy   mood today. “

The bar was finished kinda fast. Not surprising though if you heard how his stomach was calling to him.

“ Could be worse I guess. I could be grounded. “ And then he   looked to her after giving that playful jab at her situation.

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marry someone who makes bad jokes and good coffee

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@eurytos  |  continued from

Even the brief laugh that rumbled from the armor clad lieutenant was cut off by his currently shot up leg. Out of medigel, and pressing his palm to the playing on his thigh, though it was painted red slightly by his own blood. James grit his teeth then looked up to his Commander.

“ You’re stubborn as hell, Loco -- “ James managed a   laugh. “ Fine, just don’t let me slow you down, alright? “

Honestly, he expected that kind of response. Who would Commander Shepard be if he didn’t risk life and limb for his crew? Feeling a jolt of pain from being shifted, James simply braced himself and got himself up on his one good leg as best as he could. Thankfully the medigel was doing it’s job and alleviating some of the pain already.

His Mattock was already packed away and clung to his back, so he pulled out his Carnifex and began taking shots at the husks. Of course, his aim was severely hurt just as he was. Combined with the slow movement forward, James only managed to hit a few of the husks charging towards them, one managed a lucky headshot.

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me: okay I need to work on these replies also me: *spends all day watching tv shows on netflix*

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                   “I’m pleased that the imminent destruction of ALL

                                            organic life has improved you career opportunities.”

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               CARRY ON, BRILLIANT FAILURE.

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It’s not particularly surprising that the subject of loss isn’t something that can be broached tactfully between either of them. They’d done this song and dance before; almost literally, if ‘dancing’ was synonymous with ‘punching each other while discussing our feelings.’ And Shepard’s not really in the mood to fight, verbally or physically.

“I’m sorry, James,” he finally replied, looking away. He’d spoken too quickly out of misguided frustration, as always. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. That wasn’t fair of me.”

And then there was that uncomfortable pang in his chest -- he felt bad. There was something instilled in James that his Superior shouldn’t be apologizing for something he might’ve done to James. Especially not something like this. His brows furrowed down at Shepard.

“ Nah, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t be preaching to you about   losing people, it ain’t my place -- or rank. “

The last few words were said almost sarcastically, even though James saw it to be true. It was another attempt a keeping the mood from getting anymore dire then it already was. Man -- James really didn’t like heart to hearts. The only one who ever got these with James were Steve and his uncle.

“ Besides, I’m sure you already got the council  on your   ass, last thing you need is your lieutenant giving you   lip. “

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@is2keelah  |  continued from

Honestly? James hasn’t gotten to know many Quarians before in his life. He’s seen them before, sure, making there ways around the Citadel and even down on Earth before everything went to shit, but actually getting to know one? Tali had that honor of being the first Quarian friend he’s ever made. Though because of that, Tali unfortunately had to endure James’ questions that felt like he was tip toeing around a bigger question.

James’ arms were crossed over his chest as he stood back and watched the Quarian sip from her drink. As well as not knowing many Quarians, James didn’t much about them either. He wondered to himself things like, is she really dying from just a cold? Or, what happens when they get something worse? And even, what is she drinking?

“ Hey -- no worries Sparks. I won’t be alone, that’s for   sure. Besides, I’d rather see you shake this bug off   then knock back a few shots with me. “

The good wishes were genuine, as told by the smirk on his face. Granted, James wasn’t a hard man to read, nor did he try to hide his true intentions. Subtly was not his forte, emotionally or physically.

“ You checked with the Doc right? I know she’s human   but she’s gotta know something about Quarians gettin’   sick and all. “