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team members sketches 02 by kate-niemczyk

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note to self: stop trying to draw outfits from memory

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Instrumental of a song in Divergent. This music will satisfy your musical appetite, seriously.

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I'm going to drag your clan to glory whether it likes it or not

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it is as it sounds.

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FemShep in her N7 hoodie // requested by pringtella

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"—No." It’s a terrible lie, considering the hand clamped on her side. Crimson staining fingers and cloth alike. "Maybe a little," she admits with a grimace. "I didn’t think I could make it to Huerta."

"It's okay," she's quick to assure the other woman. Shepard certainly isn't going to turn the blonde away, not when she's like this. She grabs her medical supplies and pulls the other's shirt away from the wound. First she's got to clean the wound. "Hey, I'm glad I was close by. And still awake. What happened?"

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Oh, now she's done it. Now she's definitely, totally lost. Now she's in some place she's never even heard about before, with no idea how to get back. Maybe she was drunk--just a little. ...but still enough to make her lose track, apparently.

The first person on her little 'emergency contact list' is him. James Vega. He's her best friend, him and Kasumi but she's pretty sure the thief is on a whole other planet right now.

So she calls him, and she sits tight. It's not long before he's there, and the worried look on his face makes her laugh. Maybe she's still a little bit drunk, but she doesn't tell him that. Instead she lets him pull her up, and without even thinking she buries herself into his chest, hugs him tight. His scent comforts her, makes her smile like only he can.

"Thank you," is what she tells him when he hugs her back. When he takes her hand and brings her in the right direction. He does so much for her, and does he even know how much she loves him for it?

"Come on, lola." She could swear there's a blush on his perfect face, but he turns away just in time. So she gives his hand a little squeeze, and she can't help what she says next.

"James?" She waits until he pauses to listen to her, first. "I think I love you."

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The knock on her door startles her. She's not sure what time it is--it's late, she knows that at least. Her hand goes to the remote to silence the tv show James has been making her watch. Something about colours and a woman's prison.

She goes to the door and looks at the small vid-screen that displays her visitor. The blonde is familiar, and.. injured?

Quickly, she opens the door to receive the woman. Why did she come to Tem's apartment? They weren't even that close, but-- there's no way in hell she's going to turn her away.

"Erin, are you okay?" Her hands go out to support the woman, to draw her into her apartment. "Are.. are you bleeding?" Shit, this is bad. But nothing she doesn't know how to take care of.

She'll take care of her.

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jesinorah reblogged your post:You’d think that after all this fucking time,...

But standing in a tiny space with strangers is /so much fun/, Shep!

  Oh, it's my absolute definition of "fun."

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-she grins- I love it. Took a while to learn how to breathe again, but I manage. Now it's just like having a heater blanket. It's perfect.

More important than you? Impossible. -she gives the other a squeeze- Why don't we do it in exactly that order? Eat, beat each other up, and then get drunk as hell and laugh it off? I love it when you're plastered. Best friend forever, huh? I won't let the galaxy keep me away for long.

-laughs- It’s almost too easy to imagine a big bear roaring at me. I bet he’s just a big cuddler in the mornings though. I dunno how you deal with the dead weight on you. 

-the touch is familiar and she seems to relax easily underneath it- S’long as it’s not important. Even someone like you gets to have a day off. Heh. Galaxy can’t take my best friend forever anyway. So we eat, beat the shit out of each other, maybe drink? I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely terrible plastered.

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You'd think that after all this fucking time, they'd at least try and make the elevators faster.