theme

i play mass effect way too much but it gives me a sense of control. i can save the galaxy!! i can broker peace between races that hate each other!! i can talk to people about things and they believe me! i mean people with power over me still don’t believe me and tell me that i’m hallucinating or cr*zy and that’s just like real life but at least i get to prove them wrong over and over and over

i mean, commander shepard never went to college and she can’t drive  and she can’t dance and she’s bad at being social and she still managed to make friends who loved her and save the universe

i keep getting anxious because i have nothing to do and i keep going back to the tab with the fanfic i was reading but i finished the whole thing already so i’m just like <__>

better go back and replay the last part of mass effect and see what happens if you turn liara down when she wants to get freaky

ihopethepeople:

I harp on trans men a lot, and a lot of it is just that many trans men (both in my life and on this site) behave atrociously towards women and 100% act as agents of patriarchy

But also there’s this lie that’s been going around: that in order to be trans and afab you HAVE to be transmasc - demigirls are actually cis, girl-aligned nbs are actually cis, no afab with a shred of womanhood in them can possibly be trans in any way (This is part of a larger lie that manhood in general is real and natural while womanhood is artificial and fake).

And maybe there are baby transes out there wh believe this lie like I used to, and feel like they have to choose between being cis or being a man. And I want to let those kids know that there are other, less toxic ways to honor your own feelings about yr gender.

THIS FANFICTION IS MAKING ME CRY DAMN IT

Spirits, it seemed like a long time ago, barreling after Saren with righteous rage on their side. Now when he thought of that version of himself, it was with a sort of grim nostalgia. That poor kid, he thought. All fired up. Didn’t have the first idea what the hell he was getting himself into.

reflective garrus…………. my weakness………………..

Maybe he could be a decent leader, a good leader, even. He certainly wasn’t disparaging his gift for tactics and his ability to see eight ways a fight might play out instead of the usual person’s one or two. But Shepard? She had a damned gift, and never was it more apparent than when Shepard sighed and said she should go, and Emerson, still glowing, left with a spring in her step. The tenderness with which Shepard moved pieces across the board was something he could not emulate. A person could love her as she shot them point blank, he thought, if she played things right before pulling the gun. They might even thank her in the end. Saren had done it.

*POINTS* THIS IS THE GARRY VAKRAN I LUV

HE’S SO GODDAMN REVERENT AND IN AWE

SHE’LL NEVER STOP BEING HIS COOL IDOL EVEN WHEN HE’S CONCERNED ABOUT HER CHOICES

LOVE THIS ALIEN

*SHAKES GARRUS AND SHEPARD* TALK ABOUT SIDONIS PLEASE YOU CAN’T JUST LET THIS FESTER TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS

*me pointing at shakarian*:  nice
*me pointing at shali*:  nice
*me pointing at garrus/femshep/tali*:  otp

It was easy, too easy, to slip into the comfort of their old roles, the no-Shepard-without-Vakarian roles, quips and one-liners traded the way others shared caresses. The smile softening her features was the private one she reserved for him. Instead of the usual contentment accompanying the intimacy of her gesture, he felt only the sinking weight of what if. He couldn’t figure, though, if it was what if she’s just back to her normal self or what if they’ve engineered—trained? brainwashed?—a clone who knows how to play Shepard well enough to steal even this? What if I can’t tell the difference?

DESTRO Y ME

29 chapters in, 27 more to go

i don’t want it to be over so soon it looks like it’s ongoing i’ll cry if they don’t at least hug or forehead bump or something