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you know we're all going through it when you've seen this scene posted about 500 different times across multiple social medias

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if I had a nickel for every time I voted for the potential first female president over trump and trump won I’d had two nickels and it’s really fucking fucked up that it happened twice

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"Was there ever anyone else?"

Shepard almost scoffed, but with the tense air in the hospital room, she kept it in, even though the question was rediculous. Even if she had been in the mood for romance, when would there have been time? Between the constant oversight from Cerberus, the distrust from the alliance, and the reapers that were always one step ahead, she barely had time to feel anything. Then there was the team she had to not only convince of their mission, but also prepare them to die for it. She hardly had the energy to keep her own self together, let alone find some free time for a shag in the loft.

But hadn't that been how it had been with Kaidan? Fighting the Council that never believed her, fighting the turians who still hated humans, fighting everyone else who didn't think she belonged. They'd found each other after every fight, patched each other's wounds, passed ammo around. A few stolen words in the brief minutes between meetings, assuring that the other wasn't a step away from breaking down. Getting a second cup of coffee just to spend a little more time together.

Neither of them took the regulations lightly, but still sought each other out, again and again. Finding time in their schedules when the computer didn't leave them any. A soft hand, a lingering touch. Neither of them wanted a distraction, but a refuge. Sometimes that was all they had: a few words, spoken with honesty. And yet, even in those small moments, it was more than enough; to breathe, to believe, to love.

"No." She said, finally, remembering the question. "No, there was never anyone else."

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big mood

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the omniblade is the sexiest sci fi weapon. fuck you. im punching you with my apple wristwatch. which has a knife in it. eat shit.

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Ok this is the best one i've seen.

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I'm certain this is on Tumblr somewhere, but I haven't seen it around, so I'm sharing it myself

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not to alarm anyone but is anybody else worried about how everybody is fucking stupid

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dishonored really has the sexiest aesthetic ever. there’s assassins. there’s witches. there’s whales. there’s steampunk tech and shit. a beating heart that tells you peoples darkest secrets. a spooky-looking twink that won’t let you sleep. swarms of rats. it’s just undeniably sexy.

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clown wars

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I have never watched a mr beast video and every time I see his face doing that weird dead smile he does in every thumbnail, it just looks like that one photo of charlie from always sunny to me

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Ah… ok. Here, hop on board.

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Vex: i dont want us be together

Percy: ok, we arent then

Vex: ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

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discourse over shipping the two guys in the mariner’s revenge song by the decemberists but it focuses entirely on the fourteen year age gap and anytime anyone tries to bring up how that one guy fucked the other guy’s mom, gave her syphilis, and stole all her money, leading directly to her tragic death and the titular mariner’s lifelong quest for revenge, they seamlessly pivot into arguing over if actually the mom was in the wrong for fucking an eighteen year old