#shepard is the glue

[quarterlifekitty]

based on this. cw: graphic violence/descriptions, fatal wounds, gross stuff.

You ask yourself, often, how Soap fell into this life. He shows up at your door with trinkets, flowers, blushes and smiles– all while he pays the same rates as everyone else for a night in your stock-standard room. He’s a member of The Flock, a cutthroat organized crime family. They run the city you live in, they own the room you live in, and their members take up a vast majority of your clientele.

And you killed their Shepard. For reasons that seem so far away, now. Some old grudge that clung to you like the glue from a peeled-off sticker. It made dirt stick to you.

For a time, you acted like everything was normal. That’s how you get away with murder, isn’t it? Life goes on– why would a whore cry over the boss of her clients? And it works. Johnny visits like clockwork, always at the end of the night if he can– hates having to get out of the bed when he’s finished. He’ll take sloppy seconds gladly, but his face sours when he has to make room for other clients.

And then that stupid little corner store comes forward. A camera they’d thought had been broken flicked on for a few nights. Enough to see you leaving the wrong place at the wrong time.

The city is an above-ground sewer. Labyrinthine, dank, and full of garbage. You run barefoot– not able to dig up your years-old tennis shoes in time when dress shoes thundered through your building by the dozen. Building to building, alleyway through alleyway, seemingly at a dead end when you’re suddenly pulled inside of a door. The suit you know so well, a half-palm glove on the hand gripping yours, a mohawk. You don’t stop running. It’s unnerving– hearing nothing but his breath when he’s never shut up for as long as you’ve known him.

After what feels like miles, you’re headed off by a woman you’ve never seen. Her scowl looks so natural you imagine her smile is downright terrifying. Soap’s face is twisted in recognition as you’re pulled behind him. He tries to back up, but as soon as he turns to run with you the other way, a bullet connects with his skull. Bad dog, bad. His last gesture points the way and you run. You can’t waste his sacrifice. Your lungs feel like they rip and tear as you heave, blood like phlegethon trickling through your system while the acid bursts at the back of your throat, fortelling bile. Johnny, he told you one night, bathed in the neon from the signs outside diffused by your curtains, tha’s my real name. His name was Johnny.

When he wakes up, there’s a starburst ready to form, fresh and pink and raw on the side of his head beneath the bandages. There’s a heaviness to his insides, a fragility to his outsides– like if he leans over far enough his belly will split open and spill lead onto the floor. He can remember a face. A woman’s face, drenched in sweat and ready to burst with tears. Nothing else. Not even his own name.

A man with a smarmy smile and a hairline scar greets him in his room as soon as he can sit himself up. He’s holding a picture– dead ringer. Feels stupid, but he has to ask who she is. 

The whore that shot you, that’s who she is. Ready to go on a hunt?

Hunting. He remembers hunting. Explains what lodges in his throat and pounds inside his skull when he thinks of your face. Must be hate. Must be anger. Must be betrayal. The last being worst of all to a creature who lives on loyalty (which he’s told he is).

The city is on a complete lockdown– no way in or out. Your cheap scent should be easy to catch.

You won’t be getting away with murder a second time.

[milkywayes]

just… thinking about the tragedy of shepard and garrus. their relationship evolves as we watch - from mentor and mentee, to trusted friends, to supportive partners. the field between them evens out. walls are broken down. thresholds are crossed. she goes from ‘the best humanity has to offer’ to disavowed shadow operative to the tip of the spear in a probably-unwinnable war. he goes from eager-to-prove-himself hotshot to disillusioned outlaw to what’s probably the second most important person in the hierarchy.

it’s such a long way to come. there’s so much to get through to end up where they are.

and both of them only really come into power once it’s already almost too late to do anything with it. everyone else is also facing extinction but these two feel the weight of all those lives so acutely because of the positions they’ve been given.

but if they’re in love. if they go through all of that and fall in love in the process. if they open their hearts while everything around them is literally about to end forever. if he’s the glue holding her together and she’s the only hope he can still believe in. then they’re building their partnership in a graveyard. they both know, this might be all they get. this is probably it. and everyone else - they have it bad, but there’s just a unique tragedy here with shepard and her love interest in that she will save the galaxy, but chances are, she cannot save herself and that means she also cannot save the one who loves her more than anyone else.

these two people working tirelessly to stave off the end of everything, the weight of the galaxy on their shoulders and only each other to lean against, and they’re the ones who pay the price to end the war. they come all this way only for her to give up everything, and for him lose the only guiding light he’s ever had - at best, for a time, and at worst, forever. he might put the plaque on the memorial wall or he might not, but either way their sacrifice is so fucking heavy.

he holds her together until the end and she’ll use it to shatter herself on the citadel. she’s his guiding light and it’ll go out when the path ahead of him is at its least clear, its most daunting.

the war is won, but they’re the ones who lose, and it makes me insane just to think about.

[wingsofthesun]

Liara: Garrus, here, it's Shepard's... We thought maybe you should put her name with the rest

Garrus: ...

Garrus: Liara you know that her name wasn't Commander Shepard right?

Liara: But... that's what we called her? That's what you called her?

Garrus: ...In public- Liara please tell me other people know that her first name wasn't Commander

That's the real reason why the LI doesn't put Shep's name up in the good destroy ending. They see no one bothered to even space google Shepard's legal name and they're just so done. The fact that Shepard is alive is just a coincidence

One of Garrus' most overlooked talents: the ability to use Space Google upon deciding to join someone to take out a rogue spectre.

I'm going to imagine Garrus just confiscates the plaque so 1) no one puts it on the wall when he's not looking and 2) he can give it to Shepard when they find her because she's probably going to need a laugh. She proceeds to glue it to their door and make everyone else guess what her name is. It takes them like five years to guess right.

[pumpkinsy0]

Curly doesn't like Dally because TIM doesn't like Dally. and curly is a good little soldier. good soldiers follow orders. -tim shepard. . . . probably.

but no seriously curly would probably be like: "what the fuck man? Pony can gallivant around town with Dallas Winston, the same kid that bets on horses, gets into drunken fights at bucks and probably has a hit on him back in new york but I left out some glue and it melted into your table suddenly I'm the bad one?!"

THATS ANOTHER REASON TOO, its those 2 reasons and bc curly just feels jealous and taunted by dally even though its SUCH one sided beef, u mention curly to dally and he’s rolling his eyes

AND YES ITS EXACTLY THAT, pony mentions that dally was involved in a murder wrap to curly and curly is most DEFINITELY pissed cause how is HEEEEE not allowed in but THAT guy is???

wouldnt even be surprised if curly asked “is it bc im black🤨🤨🤨” thats like the only logical explanation he got in his mind of why darry wont let him in that god forsaken house

[jaina-lyn]

2183// One month after The Battle of the Citadel

Alchera//Amada System//Omega Nebula//Milky Way//

2185//A dream//early hours of a day cycle aboard the Normandy SR-2//captain's quarters

"Mayday! Mayday! I repeat. This is Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy. The SSV Normandy was destroyed by an unknown enemy. Emergency evacuation required. Please respond." Please respond.

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Please respond. She had never been one for pleas. And her air supply is dwindling, hissing gently and ever so steadily out of a ruptured tube in her neck, the sound of it growing fainter by the second.

Why does it take so long? Her limbs had started to go cold, then slowly turn numb. She can't feel her fingers or toes. Her headaches have ceased, too. She is dizzy. Lightheaded. Not that it matters now. Just a habit. Keep track of your physical state.

Shepard has stopped fighting the inevitable now. Struggling. Screaming. Begging for help. Just floats in silence. The static crackling has subsided. Her comms are probably dead. Or maybe she's gone deaf from the explosion. She doesn't know and she doesn't care. She doesn't need to hear anything. Not anymore.

Her entire crew has been wiped out. There's no way they made it out in time.

She hears Joker stubbornly declare "No! I won't abandon the Normandy! I can still save her!" only for her to order him to abandon ship. That she was lost. Nothing they could do. Cling to that slim chance of survival, right? They've faced worse odds, didn't they?

Liara's initial refusal to evacuate. "I'm not leaving either!" She's gone now, too. At least it was quick. Clean. Almost surgical.

Her surprised crew is thrown around like toys upon impact, crashing into walls and screens. Scrambling for survival gear, calling for friends and comrades. Their run for the escape shuttles is futile. Fires everywhere. She hopes that Liara made it onto one of those. That her crew didn't feel hopeless for that last moment. The thought isn't much of a comfort.

Most weren't as lucky.

Stepping over Pressly's corpse in the CIC, he was wedged beneath a broken panel. The hull is ripped of. Sudden and complete silence. What little air drifts in with her opening the door, is sucked into space with what rubble is left. The only sound is her own breathing inside her helmet. Controlled, determined. Joker is behind the emergency seal on the other side. She doesn't check on Pressly.

Her mag-boots glue her to the metal floor. One step. Breathe in. Another step. Breathe out. The tight knot in her stomach pit turns into a rock. She couldn't save them. Again. Just like back then. On Akuze. This time, she pays.

The ringing doesn't stop. Neither do their screams. Joker's desperate voice echoing "Commander… Shepard!", when she is blasted off structure after shoving him into the remaining evac shuttle. There's no way he survived the Normandy being ripped apart. That his shuttle took off in time.

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She floats in darkness. Her eyes are either blinded by the flashes of Normandy's destruction or her visor had darkened to shield her vision. Not that she needed to see. Frozen corpses, debris and an endless galaxy of stars is all there is to see, anyway. The vacuum probably killed most of the fires by now, too. She'd join them soon.

Bright flames, flashing lights, shrilling sirens. Explosions. She doesn't need to close her eyes to see them burned against the insides of her eyelids. Forlorn faces looking to her for guidance. She has failed them. Lost them all. The legendary Commander Shepard. Just one woman, after all.

Either her rapidly dwindling air supply or parts of the frigate's wreckage will make short work of her any moment now. Again, she didn't care. This is how she's meant to go. Some seemingly routine assignment that doesn't go to plan. She's had enough of those. One was bound to outmatch her eventually.

Her tears have run dry with her hopeless pleas. No static crackling breaks through the ringing in her ears. No silver lining on the horizon.

Just ever fainter hissing and endless black remain. Mere moments left. Her breaths are shallow now. She couldn't move if she tried. She suspects that she won't be alive long enough to feel her body crash onto Alchera's surface. If that is the way she is drifting.

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Her broken air supply finally stops hissing. Took long enough. Shepard sighs and closes her eyes again. Starts to count down. Like she did in training.

Six. She doesn't get in another breath. And with the air goes the warmth inside her suit. At least she isn't able to feel most of her body already.

Five. Her lungs start burning. She wheezes. One last rush of adrenaline-fueled defiance.

Four. She tries to clutch her throat, but fails.

Three. She started seeing stars before her eyes, at last.

Two. Her muscles start loosening up again.

One. She feels herself loosing consciousness, falling into the black.

It's alright, she tells herself. It's alright.

…

[swaps55]

Trademark: Pining So Hard They Become Trees(tm)

Proud to be home to this particular trademark, my friend. Is it really pining if they aren't going so hard they can still long for each other while in each other's arms? I think no. XD

I could cite this entire chapter of Cantata for Pining So Hard They Become Trees, but I'll keep it to this bit, which is one of my favorites: ~

In the silence of space, the ‘Yang skips through firing lanes close enough to stick a knife in the enemy’s gut, the knife in this case being the GARDIAN lasers chewing away armor plating and shearing apart small enemy fighters that stray too close.

Ship-to-ship combat is an attrition of heat and numbers, and Kaidan has no control over any of it.

Not the moments of vertigo as the inertia dampeners temper the ‘Yang’s maneuvering burns, the intermittent shudder as the weapons systems find a target, not the slow, steady buildup of waste heat that will eventually force them to flee or cook within their own hull.

And not Shepard. The entire covert operation will play out on helmet cams and comm channels, with Kaidan as a witness. Shepard is nothing more than a pinprick of warmth, lost in the rage of heat playing out on sensors. Kaidan glues his eyes to that pinprick, heart in his throat as he waits to see if the Cannae’s GARDIAN lasers detect the infiltration team hidden in the heat signatures of the battle playing out around them.

It’s not until Shepard’s grav boots connect with the Cannae’s hull that the white drains from Kaidan’s knuckles.

But now that they’ve reached the target, there’s a new fear. Pendergrass hovers over Kaidan’s shoulder, chewing a hangnail as the N team hunts for explosives along the hijacked ship’s hull, because its captors would rather slag the whole thing than see it taken back.

Shepard finds the first bomb.

Pendergrass stops chewing and reviews the scans, walking Shepard through diffusing it, and every other one they find, while Kaidan listens in helpless silence until he’s forced to take another breath.

The comms erupt with gunfire when they breach the hull. Kaidan fixes his gaze on Shepard’s helmet cam, the visual slightly out of sync with the audio feed. They had no way to know how many enemies would be waiting on board, but four N6s led by the galaxy’s first N7 don’t give a shit about the odds. Somewhere in the mix Anderson manages to shut off the gravity, taking the linear firefight into multiple planes.

It’s like freeing a predator from a cage. Shepard’s helmet cam spins with dizzying swiftness as he kicks off walls, floor and ceiling ceasing to have meaning in zero G. His shotgun barks over the comm, tendrils of blue flickering around the edges of the camera lens, but this far away Kaidan’s gravity well remains silent and still.

A ragged cheer raises the rafters on the ‘Yang as the lead ship of the ragtag flotilla goes up. Kaidan presses a finger against his ear to ward off the sound, concentrating instead on the helmet cam and looking for any change in Shepard’s biofeeds.

The N team reaches the CIC. A lieutenant named Angevin goes down when they trigger an explosive while breaching the door, but not Shepard, it’s not Shepard, because there he is on Anderson’s helmet cam, blowing in like a tempest and executing three people, including their leader, without uttering a word. Minutes later, the stolen ship’s transponder changes back to an Alliance signature and the cheering begins anew.

Half the crew waits at the ‘Yang’s airlock to greet the N team when they return, Kaidan among them, swallowing back his relief like it’s a living, breathing thing. He gets lost in the shuffle when the airlock opens and the yelling starts, but Shepard’s gaze cuts through the crowd, and he parts it like Moses and the Red Sea. With a grin on his face that could shake the stars, he throws an armored arm around Kaidan and hugs him tight, thunking an energetic palm against his shoulder. Kaidan returns it just as fierce, the plating stiff and sterile against him.

“Did you see that?” Shepard exclaims when they part, elation on his face, hand still on Kaidan’s shoulder, biotic field humming with kinetic energy. This is Shepard in his element, Shepard at his best. The impossible means nothing to him.

Kaidan grins back. “Yeah, I saw it.”

How can I look away when it’s you?

[aceouttatime]

17, 27, 37 and 47 from the shep questions if you’re taking em!

howdy, spooky! i see it's a 7 day for you lmao--thanks for the ask! <33

17. Have they done any interviews? How did the first one go? And the most recent?

-> I answered this one here! He doesn't take shit. He WILL walk away. He will embarrass you, but very politely.

27. The last time they were rude to someone:

-> I answered this one here! Short answer: recently, and yes, it was Garrus, because of course it was.

37. What is their favorite way to eat potatoes

-> Potatoes were a huge staple in Shep's diet growing up in a rural colony on Mindoir--they grew them where he lived! Potatoes are decently resilient crops, don't require nearly as much fertilizer or chemical additives as a lot of other common ones, and they use less water as well, which was important for an up-and-coming colony that relied mostly on well water and rainfall collection.

He enjoys a good plate of cajun fries. Every place seasons them a little bit differently, especially when you're out of the Sol system. The Citadel has a variety of restaurants that specialize in human cuisine, of course, and when shore leave allows, he's not passing up the opportunity to eat something other than the glue-paste Alliance MREs. One of the places that serve more authentic (or at least decent imitation) southern United States of N.A. food, is a mom-and-pops sort of place in Kithoi ward run by an older asari and her wife, who grew up in New Orleans. Best place for cajun fries, if you ask Shep, and they have a killer shrimp po'boy.

47. Do they let others take care of them?

-> No. Shepard is infuriatingly stubborn when it comes to accepting help, especially when that help comes with showing emotional vulnerability. He holds fast to the comfort of being self-sufficient, of distancing himself from others. He's lost too much to trust that he won't be caught in the eye of another storm, forced to watch as the world around him collapses, knowing there is nothing that his gun, his hands, his voice, can do to challenge the wrath of nature.

Part of it's that profound fear of loss. The other is the guilt-addled discomfort of bearing his weaknesses to those he cares most about. Shepard feels like he has to be this sort of rock for those around him. If that rock is not firmly grounded, emotions under wrap, self-assured and invulnerable, then Shepard feels he's betrayed that promise.

No one can live like that forever, though. It's an unhealthy, impossible standard. It leaves him deeply stressed and isolated. As time goes on, from the raid of his home, to the years of military training under the Alliance, to accepting the mantle of Spectre, that tension builds. In the final years of his life, under the weight of a dying galaxy, he at last begins to see the people closest to him for who they are: his friends, his family, and his partner--his second half.

The first crack in his facade was the particularly nasty aftermath of a week-long mission, tracking an indoctrinated former Hierarchy black ops unit in the jungles of Invictus. The defectors possessed the whereabouts of a dangerous surveillance device in Council space with ties to the Reapers. Shepard, Grunt, and Garrus, as well as temporary allies from one of the few colony ports near the tropical belt, Lusa-Visdivias, faced guerrilla ambushes from pirates, deadfalls set by the traitors, and the unforgiving wilderness of Invictus.

Despite taking all possible precautions to defend against the planet's natural and unnatural dangers, as it was notorious for early colonists to succumb to diseases and toxins wrought by Invictus' wilds, by the dawn of the fifth 30-hour day, an attack by a pack of sehkuin (large, plated apex predator, "Invictus' six-legged giant varren"), left Shepard with a half-destroyed enviro-suit and concerning gash through his abdomen. Infection set in soon, and despite his commendable protest, Shepard had to rely on Garrus to keep him from bleeding out in his delirium.

He did some things in that haze that he shouldn't have: there was the roll of salty tears down his dirty face, the way his hand held on to a three-taloned one for too long, with too much weight. There was the warmth of a strong pair of arms, the soothing song of sounds that didn't translate, and the care of those that did.

Shepard doesn't remember all of it, just bits and pieces before they were able to make it to a safe house for the shuttle back to the Normandy, and Chakwas got ahold of him. Garrus does, though. They didn't get the data, but he learned much more than he expected.

Maybe that's when Shepard's defenses started going downhill. I guess we'll never know, hm?

[bluraaven]

Last Call

Chapter 2

"Admiral!"

John Shepard, N7 operative and Council Spectre, the Hero of Elysium who'd had a Star of Terra pinned to his chest at the young age of 22 when he'd been still more boy than man in the eyes of many, the Saviour of the Citadel, is kneeling in the middle of the chaos and the wide-eyed shock on his face is the living embodiment of the 'deer in the headlights' expression.  He is holding an old-fashioned hot glue gun in his hands and appears completely unaware of the puddle of clear polymer that forms next to his right knee. 

What he does, he does exceptionally well, but by god, Steven does not envy him the never-ending synapse carnival that he has going on in his head.

-

Last Call - AO3

[quinny-bug]

OK all are just going to have to hear me out on this one

This isn't perfect because we don't have enough characters to be all of the Warriors members but i'm doing my best here

Darry Curtis - Cleon

(Strong, responsible leader)

Darry is the oldest Curtis brother, taking on a leadership role after their parents die, and acts as the protector and stabilizer for his younger brothers. Similarly, Cleon is the leader of The Warriors and is responsible for guiding and protecting his gang. Both characters are authoritative, responsible, and mature, balancing their group's safety and survival with a strong sense of duty and leadership.

Dally Winston - Swan

(Tough, rebellious, but loyal)

Dally is tough, rebellious, and fiercely protective of his friends. Although Swan is a more level-headed leader compared to Dally’s reckless tendencies, they share a strong presence and a rebellious spirit. Both are driven by loyalty to their groups and, despite their tough exteriors, have a deep bond with their gang members. Swan’s cool-headedness in leadership and Dally’s fiery loyalty align in their shared commitment to protecting their own.

Sodapop Curtis - Cochise

(Charming, uplifting, positive)

Sodapop is charismatic, fun-loving, and easygoing, much like Cochise. Both characters have a positive, uplifting presence within their groups. They act as the emotional glue, keeping spirits high and offering support when things get tough. Sodapop's carefree attitude and charm make him similar to Cochise’s confident and friendly nature.

Ponyboy Curtis - Snow

(Introspective, thoughtful, observant)

Snow and Ponyboy share similar characteristics of being observant, introspective, and somewhat less physically imposing than others in their groups. Snow, like Ponyboy, is not the main leader but is a critical, quieter presence who reflects on the world around them. Both are thoughtful characters who, despite not being the central leader, play an important role in the group dynamic.

Johnny Cade - Fox

(Sensitive, vulnerable, courageous when needed)

Johnny and Fox are both quieter, more sensitive characters who show great courage and loyalty. Johnny, despite being vulnerable and often scared, proves to be incredibly brave, much like Fox, who is a loyal and quieter member of The Warriors. Both characters provide emotional depth to their respective groups and rise to the occasion when needed.

Steve Randell - Ajax

(Impulsive, rebellious, loyal)

Steve is tough, quick-tempered, and fiercely loyal to his friends, often acting without thinking. Ajax shares these traits, as he is impulsive, rebellious, and acts aggressively when confronted with situations. Both characters can be hot-headed and prone to acting first and thinking later, but their loyalty to their respective groups is undeniable.

Two-bit Mathews - Vermin

(Comic relief, tough when needed, lighthearted)

Two-Bit and Vermin both offer humor and lightheartedness, serving as comic relief within their groups. While Two-Bit is always joking and laughing, Vermin is more quick-tempered and slightly gruff, but they both lighten the mood and help relieve tension. Both characters, however, are still tough when the situation calls for it.

Curly Shepard - Rembrandt

(Impulsive, fiery, less controlled)

Curly is impulsive, fiery, and quick to act, which makes him comparable to Rembrandt, who is also a bit younger and sometimes impulsive. Curly's youthful energy and tendency to get into trouble align with Rembrandt's role as a more fiery, impulsive character who also shows moments of courage.

Randy Anderson - Cyrus

(Idealistic, questioning the violence)

Randy is a conflicted Soc who starts questioning the violence between Socs and Greasers, and he seeks peace. Similarly, Cyrus is the visionary leader of the Gramercy Riffs who dreams of uniting all the gangs in the city. Both characters have an idealistic view and recognize the futility of the ongoing violence. While Randy may not take action, his internal struggle mirrors Cyrus’ call for change, peace, and unity among gangs.

Cherry Valance - Mercy

(Empathetic, defies stereotypes)

Cherry is a Soc who recognizes the futility of the conflict between the Socs and the Greasers, showing a deep sense of empathy and understanding. Mercy shares this sense of independence and defiance. Though she is part of the gang’s rival group, Mercy does not entirely conform to the traditional “tough-girl” stereotype. Both women, despite their associations with opposing social groups, challenge expectations and are aware of the divisions that exist, showing compassion for others in difficult circumstances.

Marcia - Dj

(Empathetic, provides perspective, bridges the divide)

Marcia is a Soc who shows more empathy and understanding than most others in her social group. She sees beyond the divisions and is able to connect with Ponyboy and Johnny. Similarly, the DJ acts as a neutral voice, providing commentary and observations about the city and the ongoing chaos. Both Marcia and the DJ provide insight and a different perspective on the ongoing events, helping to bridge the gap between the divisions. The DJ offers a detached perspective of the conflict, and Marcia does the same by seeing beyond the divide between Socs and Greasers.

Bob Sheldon - Luther

(Antagonistic, violent)

Bob Sheldon is aggressive, entitled, and triggers much of the conflict, especially his violent behavior toward Johnny and Ponyboy. Luther is similarly antagonistic and violent, constantly instigating trouble and chaos. Both characters are representatives of the toxic, violent sides of their respective social groups, serving as the antagonists who drive the conflict.

Can you tell what characters I had issues with 🥲

FELL FREE TO ADD YALLS THOUGHTS. I would love to know other people's takes on this

[popculturealchemy]

Doing the work and having it showing.

Instead of doing the work you found the shortcut.

The five minute pain of explaination.

Why haven't you done this.

Why isnt this done yet

how did you get done so fast

The invisibile person not in the relatioship

The division of friends.

The division of commuinty

The glue.

Therapy needing 3 people.

Triangles needed.

Imparcial

Like a bizzare police interigation

All secrets. Do you what you want with each other.

Let it be known somehow..

This extra way to get what you want. Without anyone getting hurt.

Someone you trust because they have someone they trust.

Like a node or whatver. A checker.

That slowmo cam at the finish line.

That absolute winner.

Winning by a penis.

Certain instances and needs riding that fine line. Of that third dension.

What do you see?

Can you see me?

Can you see what I mean by.. me?

Im distressed. Im distressed because my partner is distressed.

I'm distressed because im alone.

Boucing around in this z axis.

The feelings. The feeling of feeling feelings in front of other people.

The feeling of feeling feelings and feeling like im not ready to feel the feelings of the persons feelings.

Being the accountant. the abacus being a complete frawd.

Needing that triangle. The z axis.

A fulcrum

A relative

A literal

relative.

hating the pun. but overthing the pun.

This is why its there, but maybe we fucked up the structure.

Things needing to shift. when born even. Relationships like a shepards tone.

The winding and the speeding up of something new.

This third demntino just a thing we just discovered.

As a species.

Relyihng on feelings forever.

Forginv spelling.

Im hurting why are you judging me.

none of this is real.

why does how i deliver it matter.

Words have always been code language.

Whispering asmr.

Bringing us closer.

a clue.

A blind spot to focus on

Oxymoron being self reducting

It's own atom. splitting.

Words never had meaning.

We felt them into existence.

Feeling like kenny g.

And that being a great thing.

This light bob ross feeling.

no mistakes

even not knowing how to end things not being a mistake.

Not knowing if this needs a tldr

not being a mistake.

tldr

you didn't read this

youre going to.

tldr a type of algorithm.

an ai to condense my feelings.

Get to the point.

I never wanted to have a point.

I love or I fear.

And thats basically it.

I'm afraid ofo things now.

And I have to be aware of that.

I'm aware that i'm aware.

And thats a heavy burden.

But downwards has always been my home.

Under da sea,

Our final form

X

Being the crab and singing.

Feeling fine

Hating disney.

Feeling fine

Wanting to watch disney now

Feeling fine. .

One thought at a time please.

I'm taking my time

Its actually mine

This pixel.

This waste of 0s and 1s. Mine

Overthinking being wasteful.

And the final judgement of being a consumer.

Wasting evergy

feeling fine

wasting resources

feeling fine

Remembering

to feel fine

to feel fine being a great perfect start.

A goal to start to feel fine.

What is my purpose always.

feeling fine.

feeling like this is a tagent

feeling fine

Getting a flashback

feeling fine

Remembering I might have to write my own religion to justify my own behavior., IN writing. with no mistakes mayvbe

feeling fine

tdlr

Im feeling fine

seriiously its just kind of fun to be dramatic. that being a type of impetus.

feeling fine.

deep breath

click post

feeling fine

tldr

feeling fine and finding closure.

leaving things in the wake

and finishing thoughts and projects and publishings

totally lost my tone.

entering back into a different reality

feeling fine

breaking too many boundaries of breaking 3rd demention

feeling fine.

tldr

to feel fine

[shepardstales]

Jakobi Shepard being the most loyal, protective motherfucker. Raising someone's child as if they were his own and absolutely falling in love with them.

Wanting to do anything for them, being the glue that holds the family together because someone has to be the strong one. Making sure both his wife and child are okay but trying to keep his true feelings at bay so he doesn't upset Felicity or Ash.

He knows how delicate the situation is.

And he works through the pain.

[pumpkinsy0]

Ponyboy and Angela duo headcannons?

these two,,,grrrr

•yknow i used to hc them as being bffs and curly, pony, and angela having a lil trio but now??? nahhhhhh not rlly ponys too much of a loser for angela

•i love those ones where angela is protective of curly even when it comes to pony bc she knows she can fuck him over bad,,like yea,,get that pathetic wet dog,,,so to some degree thats how i see em

•lets just ignore what happened in twttin and say that they r friends or at least acquaintances!!!

•i hate the hcs were angela is threatening curly to treat pony right bc,,no,,,thats not happening,,,angela sticks behind her family forever and always🤞🏽🤞🏽

•ofc angela has been like “dont fuck this up” to curly tho, but full on THREATENING??? nope

•curly would be happy seeing them like each other, makes him feel like he made the right choices

•i think theyd have like small talks here n there, pony doesnt know how to feel about angela and hes a lil intimidated by her, only real connection they got is curly

•angela gives pony some tips on how to deal w dating a #shepard, or just curly in particular😭

•i think if they were FRIENDS friends, theyd have some pretty meaningful convos actually, they teen angst w them is STRONG

•and they do have a lil bit to bond over like,,tim and darry being foils/mirrors of each other,,,then being the youngest,,,aw yea

•plus angela could actually have a friend, a GUY one at that, without feeling like they just wanna use or get w her

•angela would just pull pony around making him join in on her fucked up lil plans, god forbid they get curly in on it

•maybe i will make them a trio but its curly being the glue that holds em together,,perchance sylvia can join as a plus 1 for angela and is like the somewhat responsible mom of the group

[ffxvficrec]

by Alexander_Torreck I'm really bad at summarizing, but okay... Alexander Torreck lives a fairly normal life until he doesn't anymore. A divine entity gives him the task of saving his universe from destruction by traveling through numerous other universes and acting as a multidimensional glue. Along the way, he encounters some familiar and unfamiliar faces... - Updated sporadically, depending on my desire and inspiration - Words: 440, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types , Voltron: Legendary Defender , Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) , Mass Effect - All Media Types , Final Fantasy XV , Star Trek , Jurassic Park - All Media Types , Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling , 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) , No Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F , F/M , M/M Characters: Percy Jackson , Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson) , Nico di Angelo , Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson) , Luke Castellan , Shiro (Voltron) , Pidge | Katie Holt , Hunk (Voltron) , Allura (Voltron) , Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) , Claire Redfield , Jill Valentine , Leon S. Kennedy , Ethan Winters , Shepard (Mass Effect) , Male Shepard (Mass Effect) , Noctis Lucis Caelum , Gladiolus Amicitia , Ignis Scientia , Prompto Argentum , Ardyn Izunia , Jonathan Archer , Jean-Luc Picard , Kathryn Janeway , Christopher Pike , John Hammond (Jurassic Park) , Ian Malcolm , Alan Grant (Jurassic Park) , Ellie Sattler , Owen Grady , Claire Dearing , Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic Park) , Ben Pincus , Kenji Kon , Darius Bowman , Brooklynn (Jurassic Park) , Yasmina "Yaz" Fadoula , Harry Potter , Ron Weasley , Hermione Granger , Ominis Gaunt , Sebastian Sallow , Tom Riddle | Voldemort , James Potter , Lily Evans Potter , Penny Haywood , Rowan Khanna , Silvanus Kettleburn , Albus Severus Potter , Newt Scamander , Leta Lestrange , Midoriya Izuku , Bakugou Katsuki , Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko , Sensei | All For One , Alexander Torreck , Ricarda Torreck , Steffen Haberstock , Alfred Torreck , Rosemarie Torreck , Christine Hartmann , Doreen Hartmann , Daniela Hartmann , Denise Hartmann , Günther (A Mixed Salad of Universes)

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Shepard: *makes the dorkiest Thresher Maw noises imaginable*

Kaidan: Oh god, I love him.

3 years later

Shepard: *glues together a model of the Quarian ship sticking out the tip of his tongue in concentration*

Kaidan: I'm going to marry this man so hard, help me god.

next winner lyriumandbiotics!

the moment kaidan knew he wanted that loser

[scratchandplaster]

1, 3, and 13 for Chris, Elliot, Amber, Dutch, Shepherd, Lukas, Ben, Avery, and Sam

YOUR WRITING IS SO PERFECT, I AM DO JEALOUS (IN A GOOD WAY), I WAIT ANXIOUSLY TO READ ALL YOUR WORK 💛💛💛

WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹😳 I'm trying my best!

Ask game

I guess you meant the questions from the appearance section:

1. What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

Chris: his hair and beard. Very stylish, very peculiar.

Amber: her nails, she likes to get a new set each week. I can imagine that she loves the glue-on ones that are relatively viral rn.

Avery: is very invested in his physique, works out a lot and likes to show off. Also his MASSIV DI-

3. Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Elliot: his fucked up hand 😩

Shepard: he hates how old he is looks, but it's part of the method acting, you know? The settlement sells itself better if he reminds you of a nice old guy from next door...

Dutch: his body is perfection, like he is (got arthritis in every joint)

Sam: got top surgery, so the dysphoria leaves them alone for the most part. Selling out true crime victims has its perks too.

13. What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Chris: anything Dutch puts on the office pet 😳 also dresses and skirts

Lukas: Polyester 😤😰🖕Gives him sensory issues

Amber: bootcut jeans

Ben: sleeveless t-shirts in public ☹️

[luckyspacerabbit]

shepard: anyway thanks for forcing me to sprint up a 500 floor building, now let me introduce you to your teammates

thane, who has never collaborated with a team successfully a day in his life and would rather take a bullet to the knee than wound his pride: ah……..…….no thank you

shepard: ?????

thane:

shepard:

thane:

shepard: *to miranda* is this allowed

miranda: i like it.