Lagniappe

Name: Rosie Level: 23 Mercury Adept

A young librarian in training with too many fandoms and a love of terrible puns

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A gin apple
cognitivedissonance:

ohmy-gingersnaps:

This gif has increased my level of happiness exponentially. The more I watch it, the happier I get. 

Your cute cat of the day

cognitivedissonance:

ohmy-gingersnaps:

This gif has increased my level of happiness exponentially. The more I watch it, the happier I get. 

Your cute cat of the day

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 292,451 notes

youngstero:

my mom went to high school with jamie lee curtis and one time they both got caught smoking pot together and jamie told the teacher it was my mom’s and my mom was suspended and jamie lee got no punishment so think about that next time you want some activia

the laxative yogurt lady fucked over my mom

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 73,530 notes

elemei:

i’m currently a dragon age sketch comic blog i guess

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 1,944 notes
who wakes up one morning to find the other passed away in their sleep between shep & garrus?

Anonymous

thievinghippo:

YOU ASK QUESTIONS LIKE THIS AND I RESPOND WITH FIC, ANON!

I had this mostly written in response to a kiss meme prompt, ‘eyelid kiss’ that servantofclio requested. Only 8 months late… Now seems like a perfect time to post it. *glares at anon*

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Only a week ago they tangoed in the backyard.

Each movement slow and precise, designed to be easy on his hundred and forty-seven year old body. Afterward, they went to the bedroom, ready to continue the dance, but when his plates wouldn’t spread, they simply held each other and whispered sweet nothings instead. Even after a hundred and fifteen years, his voice still soothed her soul.

And the last thing she heard him say before falling asleep were the words, “I love you, Shepard.”

He didn’t wake the next morning.

A stroke, they told her. Massive. He’ll never wake, the doctors said. If he does, he won’t ever be the same.

The doctors wanted to take him to the hospital, but Shepard refused. They offered life-support machines that could be brought into their bedroom. She put her foot down. Garrus hated fighting in hospitals. She wouldn’t let him die in one.

The last week had been a flurry of vid calls to their children, grandchildren and even a few great grandchildren spread all over the galaxy. Every child they had raised made the journey and brought their families if they could. Friends flocked to the house she and Garrus called home for the last fifty years. One by one they came into the small bedroom and said their goodbyes.

And now it was time for Shepard to say goodbye. There wasn’t much time left, the doctors said. Family and friends all understood that his last moments belonged to her alone.

Shepard took Garrus’ hand - his talons dull, the knuckles swollen with age and arthritis - in hers. She could think of no words to say; she had already thanked him for every moment of their lives together with every look and every touch.

She didn’t like to think how long he’d be waiting in that bar without her. Those Cerberus mods were even better than advertised and Shepard barely looked one hundred. Doctors said she would easily reach two hundred and twenty-five, maybe even two hundred and fifty. But she wouldn’t think about the years stretching in front of her without Garrus by her side. Not now. He deserved better than that.

He’d find friends waiting for him at the bar at least: Victus, Tali and Vega. He’d have his squad back - Erash, Monteague, Mierin, Grundan Krul, Melanis, Ripper, Sensat, Vortash, Butler, Weaver - and she wouldn’t allow them to be forgotten.

His breathing slowed and Shepard held his hand and waited. She tried to remember the happy times, their date on the Presidium, the day they wed, the day they met each of their children for the first time.

Then he breathed in one last time and this time didn’t breath out. Once sure, Shepard stood up and placed her hand under his mandible. “I’ll always love you,” she whispered before leaning over, kissing his right eyelid, then his left, followed by his nose and his mouth plates.

Tears slid down her cheeks but she did not cry aloud. There would be plenty of time for that later. Now was the time for their family and friends. She straightened and thought of their legacy in the next room, of their children, now capable adults with families of their own. Shepard adored them all and felt her heart clench with love for Garrus and for their family. She might live the next one hundred years without Garrus, but their family would always be there.

And, she thought, as she squeezed his hand one last time before heading out to tell everyone the news, she would never be alone.

Never.  

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 68 notes
Creator? This unit is still able to serve. What has it done wrong?
- Geth, and then everyone playing mass effect cried bitch tears (via shotgunspree)
6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 2,726 notes
burgerwave:


oh my god

burgerwave:

oh my god

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 6,780 notes
I heard that Bioware originally planned on having Shepard finding a cure for the drell condition, but they ditched the idea when Thane's writer left.

Anonymous

queendread:

Ahh yes, I totally understand how writing an emotional, heartfelt goodbye for the Citadel DLC for Thane and somehow shoehorning in his appallingly unnecessary death scene was so much easier than writing a short quest which would probably involve a lot of characters who aren’t Thane (mostly hanar, I imagine) and would throw a bone to their ignored-yet-dedicated female fanbase.

TOTES.

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 25 notes

Fashion in Thedas from World of Thedas 

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 1,020 notes
yummytomatoes:

a chart for my dog Sadie

yummytomatoes:

a chart for my dog Sadie

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 17,612 notes

sheparrrd:

did you know that endurance runners put their body through such long term stress that their blood begins to divert from non-essential fight or flight response systems (like digestion) in order to feed the heart and lungs, which, among other things, leads to ischemic colitis - aka a bloody, swollen, perforated dying colon - which is why a whole lot of athletes literally lose control of their bodily functions during races

like hell no i don’t do sport wtf

6 hours ago on July 29th, 2014 | J | 7 notes