Fate

glitchsoundtrack:

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I think the last hubs that were created before the announcement of Glitch’s imminent shut-down might have been Nottis and Drifa. It wasn’t on purpose, but it seems like the music that was made for those snow covered lands was foreshadowing it.

I thought this would be a good tune to send out…

And that would be the sound of my heart breaking.

spicyshimmy:

spader7:


favorite mass effect character: garrus vakarian
here seen sporting the latest turian fashio-HAHA I’M SORRY I just thought i wouldn’t draw his armor sfghj call the fashion police



casual fridays
'You mean to tell me Scars wasn't born wearing armor?’ James asks.
'Maybe not, but I do plan on dying in it,’ Garrus replies. ‘Heightened turian sense of hearing, lieutenant: more than half the time, it’s a real killer.’
*
'My favorite part has to be the arrows,' Garrus says. 'They point to the hips and the waist—two of my finest attributes, wouldn't you agree, Shepard?'
Silence. 
'Ground control to Commander Shepard,' Garrus says.
More silence. Glazed eyes. Labored breathing. All signs of a concussion.
'Let's get you to the med bay, Shepard,' Garrus says. 
*
'Official diagnosis?' Chakwas asks. 'Do I really have to say it?' 
'I suffered from Turian Casuals,' Shepard replies. 'I know, I know. You ever see Garrus out of his armor?'
'No,' Chakwas admits, 'but I have thought about it. If we’re being honest… Who hasn’t?’
*
'Let me guess: our fashions are primitive and, in your cycle, there was a Prothean squadron dedicated to preventing crimes against style,' Garrus says. 
'I had believed—perhaps foolishly so—that the future would hold advancements in design,' Javik agrees. 
'Oh, stop flattering me,' Garrus says. 'You keep that up, I'm going to assume what you really want is to see me naked.’
*
'Hey, Garrus,' Joker asks, 'why is it that turians have just about the weirdest casual clothes of all the races?’
'Because they're so handsome they can pull anything off?' Garrus replies. 
'I am sorry, Jeff,' EDI says, 'but I believe even you must admit: you have been served.' 
*
'Next time,' Garrus says, 'I think I'll go for a simple hoodie.'
'Then you and Shepard can match,' Liara replies. 
They both pretend Garrus’s eyes don’t light up just a little at the thought.
*
'Man, Esteban—you're the only person on this whole damn ship who doesn't think Scars over there is his type,' James says. He flexes to punctuate, 'cause at least somebody still appreciates his show. 
'Who said he's not my type?' Steve asks. 
*
'Heard Sparks got all tongue-tied and her mask fogged up when she saw him,' James says.
'Shepard's head exploded, so, I mean, yeah—you know,' Kaidan replies.
'More huevos?' James asks.
'Bring 'em on,' Kaidan says. 'Say, you got any more cerveza?' 

spicyshimmy:

spader7:

favorite mass effect character: garrus vakarian

here seen sporting the latest turian fashio-HAHA I’M SORRY I just thought i wouldn’t draw his armor sfghj call the fashion police

casual fridays

'You mean to tell me Scars wasn't born wearing armor?’ James asks.

'Maybe not, but I do plan on dying in it,’ Garrus replies. ‘Heightened turian sense of hearing, lieutenant: more than half the time, it’s a real killer.’

*

'My favorite part has to be the arrows,' Garrus says. 'They point to the hips and the waist—two of my finest attributes, wouldn't you agree, Shepard?'

Silence. 

'Ground control to Commander Shepard,' Garrus says.

More silence. Glazed eyes. Labored breathing. All signs of a concussion.

'Let's get you to the med bay, Shepard,' Garrus says. 

*

'Official diagnosis?' Chakwas asks. 'Do I really have to say it?' 

'I suffered from Turian Casuals,' Shepard replies. 'I know, I know. You ever see Garrus out of his armor?'

'No,' Chakwas admits, 'but I have thought about it. If we’re being honest… Who hasn’t?’

*

'Let me guess: our fashions are primitive and, in your cycle, there was a Prothean squadron dedicated to preventing crimes against style,' Garrus says. 

'I had believed—perhaps foolishly so—that the future would hold advancements in design,' Javik agrees. 

'Oh, stop flattering me,' Garrus says. 'You keep that up, I'm going to assume what you really want is to see me naked.’

*

'Hey, Garrus,' Joker asks, 'why is it that turians have just about the weirdest casual clothes of all the races?’

'Because they're so handsome they can pull anything off?' Garrus replies. 

'I am sorry, Jeff,' EDI says, 'but I believe even you must admit: you have been served.' 

*

'Next time,' Garrus says, 'I think I'll go for a simple hoodie.'

'Then you and Shepard can match,' Liara replies. 

They both pretend Garrus’s eyes don’t light up just a little at the thought.

*

'Man, Esteban—you're the only person on this whole damn ship who doesn't think Scars over there is his type,' James says. He flexes to punctuate, 'cause at least somebody still appreciates his show. 

'Who said he's not my type?' Steve asks. 

*

'Heard Sparks got all tongue-tied and her mask fogged up when she saw him,' James says.

'Shepard's head exploded, so, I mean, yeah—you know,' Kaidan replies.

'More huevos?' James asks.

'Bring 'em on,' Kaidan says. 'Say, you got any more cerveza?' 

spicyshimmy:

spader7:

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ok so my sister brought this about drells to my attention: “…their hyoid bone, located in their throats, is particularly developed. This allows them to inflate their throats and produce vocal sounds outside of the human range.”

yes that’s right INFLATE

and then she said “do you think they croak when they really like someone”
“imagine your otp croaking sensuously”

and of course this popped in to my head and MY POINT IS i can never take thane serisously ever again.

ps they are my otp

new headcanon: garrus is thane’s number one fan. (he gets all blue-blushy around him because he’s just that cool. ‘hey thane would you like to take a look at these calibrations? they’re, ah… i mean… i think you’ll find them very… we could have a few drinks and administer vengeance to those who deserve it and then take selfies making truly badass poses… shepard’s archangels, that has a nice ring to it…’)

new ship: thane and garrus. 

spicyshimmy:

spader7:

there’s no vakarian without shepard

Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. A calibration a day keeps the medics away. 
Anyway, somebody has to teach young turians these days what it means to be made of steel. 
But, organized acts of valor and compassion just…aren’t his thing. Not anymore. There was only ever one crew, led by one commander, and that’s been relegated to the same place as the rest of their war heroes. They’re found around the galaxy as statues now. On datapad applications and plaques scattered through the Citadel. They’re in museums—and, of course, museum shops. 
Shepard. Get your Shepard here. 
Now and then, here and there, Garrus passes by a Commander Shepard holo-card or an action figure. ‘The hair’s all wrong,’ he says, or, ‘They never get the smile right, do they?’ 
That’s because they never consult the real experts in Shepard memorabilia. 
There’s an Urdnot Shepard out there. An Urdnot Garrus, too, though luck hasn’t favored him in quite the same way. There are no little Vakarians, but Garrus prefers to leave his marks more subtly than krogan, thank you. ‘Tell me, Wrex,’ he says over a vid-call one late afternoon, ‘did you just…run out of names that sounded like physical exertion after a while? Where’s little Urdnot Unf and Urdnot Whammo?’ 
‘You old bastard,’ Wrex replies. 
He’s old now. 
He’s so damn old. 
And in time, he’ll slip away, though he’s hell-bent as always not to make the exit peaceful. Just a hand holding a few dog tags. Big turian fingers against a simple chain, so easily broken. For some reason, all this time… It’s held fast, never snapping. Until Commander Shepard is nothing but the glint of light off the arc of a visor like the suns in the milky way. All that and more, quieter than a drop of rain. 
Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. But it’s not really living, is it? 
No; not the way it used to be. 

spicyshimmy:

spader7:

there’s no vakarian without shepard

Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. A calibration a day keeps the medics away.

Anyway, somebody has to teach young turians these days what it means to be made of steel.

But, organized acts of valor and compassion just…aren’t his thing. Not anymore. There was only ever one crew, led by one commander, and that’s been relegated to the same place as the rest of their war heroes. They’re found around the galaxy as statues now. On datapad applications and plaques scattered through the Citadel. They’re in museums—and, of course, museum shops.

Shepard. Get your Shepard here.

Now and then, here and there, Garrus passes by a Commander Shepard holo-card or an action figure. ‘The hair’s all wrong,’ he says, or, ‘They never get the smile right, do they?’

That’s because they never consult the real experts in Shepard memorabilia.

There’s an Urdnot Shepard out there. An Urdnot Garrus, too, though luck hasn’t favored him in quite the same way. There are no little Vakarians, but Garrus prefers to leave his marks more subtly than krogan, thank you. ‘Tell me, Wrex,’ he says over a vid-call one late afternoon, ‘did you just…run out of names that sounded like physical exertion after a while? Where’s little Urdnot Unf and Urdnot Whammo?’

‘You old bastard,’ Wrex replies.

He’s old now.

He’s so damn old.

And in time, he’ll slip away, though he’s hell-bent as always not to make the exit peaceful. Just a hand holding a few dog tags. Big turian fingers against a simple chain, so easily broken. For some reason, all this time… It’s held fast, never snapping. Until Commander Shepard is nothing but the glint of light off the arc of a visor like the suns in the milky way. All that and more, quieter than a drop of rain.

Garrus Vakarian’s too stubborn not to live to a ripe old age. But it’s not really living, is it?

No; not the way it used to be. 

spicyshimmy:

god just imagine all the hugs the mass effect crew would give

miranda’s stiff but satisfactory hugs, all protocol, perhaps with a pat on the shoulder now and then. liara’s eternal embraces—no, seriously, they last forever. tali bonking shepard’s face with her mask during one of her awkward…

geekearth:

Mass Effect - Shepard Madness

spicyshimmy:

imagine kissing garrus vakarian.

imagine his lips doing the wrinkly thoughtful thing a split second before first contact.

imagine the sharp little ridges formed by the topography of his scars.

imagine the quick inhalation of a nervous breath ducking for cover under a cleared throat, the swell…

poupon:

goddessofcheese:

talldarkbishoujo:

cor7ana:

I decided that you all need to be reminded to watch this at least once a week.

oh my fucking god

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oh my god is this what I think it is

*starts up video*

OH MY GOD YES IT IS YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

a highlight of any week

As Thanksgiving is coming around the corner..

Fighting a rogue Spectre with countless lives at stake and no regulations to get in the way? I’d say that beats C-Sec.

Mass Effect character development 

asheliah:

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil by Sarah Williams