lady-spookyfinger:

aledrina:

AND THEN I FOUND IT.

I want bed linen like this D;

mindizmyspear:

big-wired:

rubric-kolinahr:

I fight for every person that walked into that C-SEC office and had to give them platitudes of what I was going to do but really not do anything at all.

I fight for every second I was late to the draw on Omega.

I fight for the squad I failed, the mother I lost, the father I disappointed, the sister I abandoned.

I fight for my planet that’s in flames.

For my adopted home—the Normandy.

For my adopted family—this crew. 

I fight even when it seems all is lost…

…because the woman I love has shown me that fighting is all you can do.

So I fight for her too. 

;_;

wow so not a Shep/Garrus shipper but damn. Beautiful.

Shepard: I couldn’t do this without you, Garrus.
Garrus: Sure you could. Not as stylishly, of course.

spicyshimmy:

how conrad verner saved the galaxy

In the distance—if Shepard squinted hard enough—there was a fourth dim glow, brightening into a single beam of bright color. Not red, not green, not blue. It shimmered a faint…was that pink? It sure looked like it, at least from where Shepard was standing.

Was Shepard seeing things? Had blood turned everything another shade, or had the blood loss finally kicked in to complete the hallucination? 

Or maybe… Maybe it was the color of hope. The idea that beyond the choices they made, there was still some immutable truth and rightness, a path to follow that came from within. Like Garrus’s age or Liara’s wisdom or Kaidan’s integrity. It was the truth Shepard had always held to be self-evident. It didn’t have to be Prothean, Reaper tech, some kind of catalyst. It was there under the armor, deep in the left side of the chest. 

Out of the darkness, there came a light. 

Literally.

And behind that light came…a voice. A familiar one, too. 

‘Is this thing on?’ it asked. ‘Damn flashlight won’t— Hey, there it goes! Well it’s about time! And if they think I’m leaving a positive review after all the trouble I’ve had with these batteries, they can think again!’

The beam swung toward Shepard and the catalyst; it nearly blinded them both. When it dropped to Shepard’s feet, he was there: the essence of humanity’s ability to survive no matter the odds, and no matter their intrepid attempts to achieve the contrary. 

‘My God,’ Shepard said. ‘Conrad Verner, am I… Am I glad to see you.’

‘Nobody’s ever…’ Conrad blinked and the catalyst took one small step backward—one large step for humankind. ‘I’m glad to see you, too! Who’s the sparkly kid, anyway? New squadmate, huh? Showing him the ropes? Little young for the job,’ Conrad continued, until his flashlight flickered out, and he smacked it against his palm to make it work again. 

But this was Conrad. Something always went wrong with Conrad. When the flashlight flew out of his hands, Shepard was almost expecting it—watching the arc it made over Conrad’s head, crashing into lighted panels and toppling three flickering stanchions one into the next. Just like dominos. Beneath their feet, the Citadel began to rumble and shake. Sparks flew. 

I never would’ve thought of that, Shepard thought. 

‘How could this happen?’ the catalyst asked, voice starting to distort. ‘The plan worked so well until the end… How could you have changed the course of humanity’s fate so completely?’

‘Conrad Verner, that’s how,’ Shepard replied, finally letting gravity take over tired limbs. ‘Catch me when I fall, Conrad?’ 

‘Aye aye, Commander,’ Conrad replied. 

And that’s exactly how it happened. 

quillaby:

Shepard Series by Gigi-FenixPhoenix

ouyangdan:

(x)

I CAN NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.

mar-er:

I should go.

llamrei:

London Philharmonic Orchestra - Mass Effect 3: A Future for the Krogan/An End Once and For All

I DID NOT NEED THESE FEELS AT 5:30 IN THE MORNING *creys*

middlemarching:

missl0nelyhearts:

mitsurugireiji:

lascocks:

evilturbo:

Wait, did she pull that gun from under her wedding dress?!

I stand by my conviction that vaginas are handy dandy

Victoria’s Secret Compartments.

all i see is femshep facing a preatorean.

mrsalenko:

for Shakarian Sunday 

Steampunk Shakarian by Niuniente

spicyshimmy:

THINGS SHEPARD’S PRETENDING HE’S SAYING

• You’re going to pay for that, and I can use classified Spectre intelligence files to find out where you live.
• Now, now: being a hero just means eavesdropping on strangers and sticking your handsome nose into their personal business. Anybody can do it—but not everybody can do it as well as Commander Shepard.
• Haha, an ‘your commander’s so old’ joke, huh? Can’t wait until you say hello to my krogan friend. 
• He’s got four testicles and a great sense of humor. I really think you two’ll hit it off.Hey, that was a joke, too! You should be laughing. Good for the body, good for the soul. 
• It’s cute that you think I care about this conversation.
• Sure, I’ll pretend your face doesn’t piss me off, ‘cause my face more than makes up for it.
• One of these days, calibrations—straight to the Hydra System.
• I’m not as thunk as you drink I am.
• Well, Diana, the truth is, I wish we could all wear ergonomic sandals during a massive galactic invasion. 
• I’d say this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but Garrus is already my beautiful friendship, so, uh…later. 
• I’ve got a great idea. How about the council just talks the Reapers to death, and I go on vacation?
• Nothing to see here, folks. I’m just kawaii as hell. 

THINGS SHEPARD ACTUALLY SAYS

• None of the above, obviously.

HOODIE: two hundred credits. N7 STATUS: A lifetime of dedicated service. SMIRKING LIKE SHEPARD AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT: Now that’s priceless.

Contagion & Bitsurf. (x)