I dont need a romantic partner. I need a life long partner that transcends typical platonic relations, while still being entirely platonic, and leaves the viewers feeling queer-baited
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Something's coming...
...or not, we'll see lol. Felt like posting a gif because my previous video got lost in the void lol. I don't know why videos just don't seem to be seen as much. Is there a reason? Genuinely curious.
A short lil 11 second animation here
#cw flashing #flashing #flashing cw
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Can we acknowledge the fact that Commander Shepard memorized the names of the eight Alliance warships lost during the Battle of the Citadel?
Shepard: "The turians lost twenty cruisers, figure each had a crew of around 300. The Ascension, the asari dreadnought we saved, had a crew of nearly 10,000."
Khalisah: "But surely the human cost—"
Shepard: "The Alliance lost eight cruisers: Shen Yang, Emden, Jakarta, Cairo, Seoul, Cape Town, Warsaw, Madrid and yes, I remember them all. Everyone in the Fifth Fleet is a hero. The Alliance owes them all medals, the Council owes them a lot more than that. And so do you."
If you make the Paragon choice, ordering the Fifth Fleet in to save the Destiny Ascension it costs the Alliance dearly both in ships and lives, and Shepard never forgets this. They enshrine the names of the lost ships, the number of crew, as a reminder. That when called upon the System's Alliance was willing to go into harms way damn the costs.
A high cost it was.
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O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space
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"Have killed many, Shepard. Many methods. Gunfire, knives, drugs, tech attacks, once with farming equipment. But not with medicine!"
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“important” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 348 words
Regulus is sitting in one of his favorite spots in the castle. It’s a secluded alcove behind a tapestry on the fifth floor in a corridor that barely anyone ever uses. He loves it because he can sit and read in peace, and no one could ever find him.
“Hey Reg.” Remus says casually as he slips behind the tapestry.
“What the fuck, Lupin!” Regulus jumps slightly “How the fuck did you find me?”
“Not important.” Remus brushes him off, as he slips a large piece of parchment into his bag. “Listen, we need to talk about you and James.”
“What about me and James?” Regulus asks feigning ignorance.
“You two need to get your shit together because you’re driving us all insane.” Remus tells him.
“I don’t know what you’re—” Regulus starts.
“Reg, it’s obvious you like him. And it’s obvious he likes you—”
“He doesn’t like me.” Regulus interrupts in a weak voice as he stares down at his lap.
“Regulus,” Remus’ voice softens, and he leans down to try and make eye contact, “There is no way that boy doesn’t like you. I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you. And I know you’re probably just as scared as he is. He’s terrified to do anything and risk losing what you already are to each other. But you could be so much more. And I know you both want that, and you can have it.”
Regulus keeps looking at his lap, he feels his eyes starting to water.
“But what if…?” Regulus trails off, not even wanting to voice his fears out loud.
“He wants what you want. I promise. Talk to him.” Remus whispers firmly as he squeezes Regulus’ shoulder reassuringly.
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Meanwhile…
James’ back is against the stone wall and Barty’s wand is pressed into his throat.
“I swear to Salazar, Potter, if you do not talk to him in the next 24 hours, I will hex you every hour, on the hour until you do! Get your shit together, you’re driving us all insane!” Barty growls at him then unceremoniously drops his wand and walks away without another word.
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