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Gabby, is it true you helped repair EDI’s mobile frame after that last mission?

She just needed an extra pair of hands.  I am an engineer, remember?

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Lynx which fell asleep on a porch is woken up by its tiny counterpart 

(via)

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The lights are dim in Shepard’s cabin. The only sounds are the bubbling of the fish tank and Garrus’ steady breathing, sleeping soundly next to them, arms wrapped around Shepard’s waist.

Shepard lies on the bed and stares at the clock on the table. One hour. Two hours. Still the feeling won’t go away. It sits in the pit of their stomach like a stone.

The people they couldn’t save. The faces. The names. The families.

Shepard feels their throat start to tighten. The sickening feeling in their stomach increases. Breathing hard, eyes squeeze shut to block out the images, gruesome, violent, terrible.

Damn it. Not again.

Their hands start to tremble violently, heart pounding against their chest. Throat squeezed tight so painfully it chokes them, breathing comes in hard gasps.

Garrus shifts slightly, awakened by the shuddering. He stretches his arms and tightens them around Shepard’s shaking body and pulls them closer

A low sound comes from Garrus’ chest. It goes up an octave and then lowers. Suddenly Shepard realizes - he’s singing. A remorseful song, but oddly empowering.

Garrus warbles the last low note and is again quiet. Shepard shifts their head toward him, “What was that?”

“It’s uh… the turian imperial anthem. It’s the only song I could think of….”

“Oh…” Shepard lowers their head, feeling the thumping in their chest subside.

Their hands unclenched, breathing slowed.

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i genuinely don’t get cishet monsterfuckers. for context, in the wake of shape of water i participated in this loving-the-monstrous type discussion event slash publishing party wherein i debuted a short story about a woman who “befriends” a cave monster—but that isnt the point. the point is i had to hear straight women talk for hours about how the appeal of monsters is some kind of weird “taming the beast” fantasy—loving a monster until it loves you back, sounding like every bad beauty and the beast take ever.

And there’s my queer ass being like literally none of you get it. this isn’t about power, this is about love and alienation and acceptance. you dumbasses, I’m the monster. this isn’t a metaphor for your shitty boyfriend, this is a metaphor for my own alienation from a society that tells me a the way i am and the way I love are grotesque. this is a fantasy of love free of judgement, separate from societal standards that I’ll never live up to anyway. that ghoul doesn’t care if I’m fat, they think it’s hot that I eat well. that immortal fae creature doesn’t care if the gender on my birth certificate matches the one I use now, they barely have a concept of gender in the first place. that tentacle monster doesn’t care if I shave, they don’t have eyes

monsterfucking is queer culture, everyone else go home

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admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio

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i can’t talk shit about the pirates of the caribbean films as if elizabeth swann becoming pirate king didn’t hand my entire ass to me and make me the gay i am today

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Send me a fruit ask in my inbox!

Strawberry- favorite summer drink

Tangerine- sunrise or sunset

Grapefruit- something positive you’ve done this week

Watermelon- typical summer outfit

Dragonfruit- any tattoos and piercings?

Banana- when making S'mores, do you put the chocolate beneath the marshmallow or above?

Cherry- modern or old fashion houses i.e Bricks, etc.

Huckleberry- swimming in a lake/creek/ocean/ or a pool?

Peach- favorite temperature and weather

Guava- favorite summer activity

Plum- makeup or nah??

Pear- upcoming vacations

Kiwi- sleep outside under the stars or inside with the AC cranked?

Mango- long or short hair

Plantain- pastel of neon

Blueberry- if you could travel anywhere for free, where would you go??

Apple- flowers or succulents

Nectarine- what book or movie would you live in if you could

Honeydew melon- sweet or sour

Acai- stripes or polkadots

Raspberry- favorite kind of desert

Coconut- cats or dogs

Starfruit- showers or baths? Hot or cold? Bubbles or no bubbles?

Lychee- favorite restaurant

Avocado- video games, which ones are you favorite and what console

Pineapple- are you a long kisses or a quick peck on the lips kind of person

Blackberry- coffee or tea, creamer or black, sweet or unsweetened

Pomegranate- one thing you want most right now

Lemon- one piece or bikini

Passion fruit- name of your first pet

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The real difference between the Chantry Boy romances based on absolutely nothing but my own headcanon

(After Dorian invents the magical cell phone)

Protag: Everyone can hear you, behave

Sebastian: Of course

Cullen: *chuckles* I’ll do my best

Alistair: Or what, you’ll spank me?

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one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better

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a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

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Ryder wakes to find her father is dead and he named her Pathfinder. She must navigate a strange, new galaxy whilst undertaking a task she had no preparation for. No big deal. It's not like she's got entire species expecting her to find them new worlds, delivering on the "Golden Worlds" promise that the Initiative sold them. And it's also not like she's got new aliens to deal with and Kett to kill. She can totally manage. No problem, whatsoever.

A retelling of Mass Effect: Andromeda with heavy focus on the Jaal/Ryder romance.

Her stomach groans so loudly that it's impossible to ignore.

Ryder's hands land on her stomach, massaging it as if that would help, even though she knows it's desperately in need of food. She tries to recall the last time she ate, and when she realises it was well before they landed on Meridian, she alters course and heads for the galley.

She had planned on getting some reports done, especially after listening to Kallo say that he thinks the salarian ark was given to the kett, and having a debriefing with Tann about Meridian. She had been a little bit glad that the salarian leader had finally come around, even though Meridian didn't go the way she had planned… but now she's too damn tired and hungry to deal with anything else.

When she arrives, she quickly pours herself some cereal, and sits down at the table, pushing a shotgun out of the way. She shakes her head and fiddles with her omni-tool, bringing up the ship-wide comms. 'Do we need to have a talk about basic house rules? No guns on the table!'

'Sorry about that Ryder,' Peebee's voice quickly comes. 'I was starving but working on a new mod for my pistol.'

Ryder pauses, spoonful of cereal halfway to her mouth. 'It's… it's a shotgun, Peebee.' She frowns, dropping her spoon. 'Wait a minute, are you  all mod'ing your weapons on the kitchen table?'

When the few murmurs of agreement filter in through her mind, Sara feels her frown deepen. 'What the hell guys, we have a Tech Lab right there! That's what it's for!'

'Yeah, and we used to use it,' Liam replies and even though Sara can't see him, she can damn well hear the grin on his lips. 'But none of us really wanna walk in on you and Jaal… doing stuff.'

Even though the memory of an hour or so ago is still fresh in her mind, Sara sputters with indignation. 'Look, Jaal and I are not going to be doing stuff in the Tech Lab,' she declares, sending a quick message to Jaal, warning him not to contradict her. 'I mean, I have a perfectly good room right there if we were doing things.' Her words come back to her. 'Not that we are! I mean, damn, just no more guns on the dining table! People eat here!'

A few snickers come as Sara stands, shoving her half-eaten cereal into the sink. She goes to start to washing it when she notices the crumbs. 'And remember, keep this place clean. There's crumbs everywhere.'

'Nah, I think something's eating our stores, Ryder,' Drack's gravelly voice declares. 'I've found them before. Keep cleaning them up even when no-one else is around.'

Pursing her lips, Sara nods. 'Right. Okay. I'll see if I can find something. If you need me, I'll be following the breadcrumbs.'

'Just don't let a witch eat you,' Gil declares. 'We kind of need you.'

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*dumb excuse of why I did this but let’s be real we know why I did this*

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romance tiles from the mass effect tapestry ½ (part 2) (andromeda)