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[fliightliieutenant]

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@cargoholdb said:  ‘ imagine being a bear. no bills. you can scratch your back on a tree whenever you want. seasonal weight gain is necessary. no judgement for sleeping three months at a time. itt would be beary great. ’

Having the time to actually talk to his sister was rare. A welcome rarity, to be sure, but rare nonetheless, and he had to admit, it was nice to get the opportunity. Lounging back in his chair, he couldn’t hold back a snort at her joke, scrunching up his nose for a moment before laughing.

God, he missed his family sometimes.

“I dunno, Gunny, I think it’d get to be pretty un-bear-able after a while. Besides, bears can end up meeting a pretty grizzly fate if they’re not careful. Not much of a kodiak moment there.”

Of course, that pang of homesickness was helped by a sister who got his sense of humor better than most of the folks he spent time around did.

“Besides, who ever heard of a flying bear? That’s an elephant’s business.”

[csecdetective]

“Fantasy High” Starter Sentences

@cargoholdb said: “We all fall short of the grace of God.”

"If that's the case, this mysterious god must've tossed me away from whatever grace they'd give like a... ah, what is it you humans call that thing? A football?"

Janus gave a faint snort after that, turning his visor in his hands as his head tipped to one side. It was easy to think sometimes that he'd been cursed somewhere along the way. Foolish as the notion was, it was easier than dealing with the truth of simply being the recipient of a long kicking chain of bad luck.

Still, he tried to keep a semblance of a smile on his face, his mandibles spreading slightly to the side as he turned his head towards his companion.

"I'm just kidding, anyway." Or at least partially. "Human spirituality always felt so focused to me. Spirits don't have agendas or notions of grace or healing or redemption or damnation. They just kind of... exist. An ideal, I guess, more than a thing."

[virmireisms-a]

WHERE DO YOU CARRY YOUR PAIN?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

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[chaotiicgoods]

where do you carry your pain?

your legs

you have struggled so long to carry the weight of this world on buckling knees... you fear what may happen if you drop it.

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[smashedagainstashuttle]

Answered / @cargoholdb asked:

"You think he'll be okay?" The young girl sitting next to Kaidan in the clinic hallway. Waiting for their parents to come out of her brother's room.

Kaidan hadn’t expected to meet Jeff’s family, the two hadn’t shared that much about their parents or siblings even though they’d grown closer in the days before they were attacked and losing Shepard. Somehow they were just like Kaidan had thought they were, sure Jeff had more of an attitude but the enthusiasm and dedication was apparent in them. His little sister, it was clear Jeff had had an effect on her.

“He’ll be fine. I saw him hijack the most tightly guarded Alliance ship from the Arcturus Station. There’s no way this will stop him. He’ll be up and at them sooner than you think.” Of course he was being overly positive, Jeff took quite battering in the escape so there’d be painful recovery ahead but he was stubborn as hell. Jeff would return to his work even if it’d kill him. “I’ll make sure he’ll be fine, that he recovers.”

[fliightliieutenant]

Starter Memes: Stupid shit me and my friends have said out of context

@cargoholdb said: “How dare you make me snort Mountain Dew.”

"I'm your big brother; that's basically my job."

He couldn't resist the grin at Gunny's expense, though. It was good getting the chance to see her in person; everything felt like it had gone completely sideways, and he'd been genuinely terrified for a while there. Waking up to good news felt like something so far out of his reach it was impossible.

But here they were, and even though he was still stuck in a hospital bed while the remainder of his broken bones worked on mending themselves, the company was more than welcome.

"Besides, I had to get you back for that time you made me snort seltzer water while I was at the helm."

[csecdetective]

Janus's mandibles twitched outwards briefly, his head tipping slightly in the direction of the intake station. The age of many of these refugees was absolutely heartbreaking to him- many of them reminded him of his own nephew Milon. He'd only recently received word that the boy and his father had safely gotten off Palaven... a relief, but not by much, as it felt like the war crept closer to the Citadel by the day.

Fixing his visor back on his head, he waited a moment or so to adjust, then turned his attention back towards Frank, the set of his mandibles indicating a grin crossing the turian's face.

"Optimism is all we can have. Spirits know I've seen enough pain in my time to keep being all gloom and doom about it. Pretty sure my sister would reanimate from the beyond and smack me one right up the underside of my fringe if I got all dour about things."

A faint movement of heat through his visor caught his attention, a child appearing to wave in their direction from the side of what appeared to be a slightly older child.

Waving back, he sighed softly. "Best we can do is be here. And hey, how many times in their lives will kids be able to see they saw a human and a blind turian as partners patrolling the docks? May not be as exciting as some other things, but kids love stuff like that."

csecdetective​:

“Don’t think much things could be a bigger mood killer than the war, Frank. Still, there’s hope in all this mess, regardless.”

Janus chuckled at the thought, shaking his head against the notion of killing any kind of mood. Being on duty down here meant the mood was already pretty difficult to handle, but they were sticking through it anyway. The masses of huddled bodies, though, were difficult for him to really comprehend.

All his visor gave him were swaths of “color” in his mind, registering heat and proximity, and endless pings of both current identification and lack thereof. He couldn’t fathom it being any easier, even if he had still been able to see.

“Spirits are… hard to define, I think. The Citadel has a spirit of strength and power. My old squad had the spirit of energy and comraderie. Things just… have spirits. Don’t know if people do. It’s nice to think about, though, especially with this. Makes that whole salarian concept of reincarnation feel really tempting.”

That was true, even though the war hadn’t reached them yet the docks were getting more and more crowded. He wondered how the turian was holding up, handled being surrounded by more people and noises every day. It was only one of the reasons why he’d requested Bailey for a transfer instead of the patrolling at the embassies. Frank knew he could at least make himself useful again down here.

“It is. Some human religions have that concept as well… Who knows, maybe we had it adapted from the salarians at some point in history.” He noted, watching one of their colleagues checking in yet another bunch of kids that recently had been evacuated from their outposts. 

“The arrivals are getting more and more younger…” Frank let out a small sigh, almost thankful about that he wasn’t on active duty anymore since he was posted on Nepmos back in the days then turned back to fully face Janus again.

“We’re lucky to still be the more optimistic ones, guess that’s why Bailey’s granted the transfer without trouble. Either that or he knew we’re attracting the ones who need cheering up most.” 

[csecdetective]

"Don't think much things could be a bigger mood killer than the war, Frank. Still, there's hope in all this mess, regardless."

Janus chuckled at the thought, shaking his head against the notion of killing any kind of mood. Being on duty down here meant the mood was already pretty difficult to handle, but they were sticking through it anyway. The masses of huddled bodies, though, were difficult for him to really comprehend.

All his visor gave him were swaths of "color" in his mind, registering heat and proximity, and endless pings of both current identification and lack thereof. He couldn't fathom it being any easier, even if he had still been able to see.

"Spirits are... hard to define, I think. The Citadel has a spirit of strength and power. My old squad had the spirit of energy and comraderie. Things just... have spirits. Don't know if people do. It's nice to think about, though, especially with this. Makes that whole salarian concept of reincarnation feel really tempting."

"Oh no just you." Frank returned the friendly smile as he listened. It was a quite fitting description for his the past two years of his own, when he thought back to Sovereign's attack of the citadel that had cost the lives of his wife and little boy.

"Turian spirituality sounds fascinating if we share the same meaning for Spirit." he mused. "If it means they're still with us even after the person is gone."

Frank shook his head, leaning against the desk as his eyes wandered about the constantly filling make-shift refugee camp of the Docks. "Sorry, didn't plan to tank the mood."