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[namethatghostling]

stop drinking beer with the deer and come have a cider with the spiderrrr

[mostmagical]

seven sentence sunday monday

tagged by @themaniacisinthemailbox !! thank you!! i really need to kick myself into gear.

Back then, Commander Shepard was no more than a rumor through his channels. An Alliance apparition passed back and forth through the Citadel’s gossip mill like water. Instead of now: an entity—the Spectre—propped against his wall. “Look at you,” said Shepard, the corner of her mouth risen in what Garrus had learned qualified as a smile (“Slight,” explained Alenko, “but the best you’ll get most times from someone like the Commander”). She had waved him away when he offered a chair; she preferred to stand—had long had enough of sitting around already, she told him. One foot crossed over the other as she folded her hands in front of herself, the perfect picture of composure. “C-Sec's finest, hard at work, huh?”

not tagging anyone directly because it's mondayyyyy but POST YOUR WIPS

[mostmagical]

you know what. whatever. more

“You didn’t see my messages?” Garrus thought back: His private terminal, orange light blinking poignantly from the corner of his apartment. He had been certain it was only Solana’s message on there—but it was true, he hadn’t checked. His mandibles slackened, almost dumbly. Shepard’s eyebrow now was raised. He reached across the desk to wake up his terminal, the haptic interface bursting into existence beneath his fingers already flying across the keys. His aggregate inbox blinked at him, messages back-loading ever slowly. And sure enough, right above the unread message from his sister and a number of automated mails from report submissions: an equally unread message from Shepard.

[gammaraydeath]

What’s your Shepard "Wait! I can explain" moment?

i don't think i really have one? at least nothing that comes to mind immediately. sorry, but i don't really think of silly scenarios for ro unless it fits naturally in some bigger story i'm telling about her

[gammaraydeath]

i actually wanted to romance ashley in my first ever playthrough a few years back.. was very disappointed to find out i could not

[spicyraeman]

another classic blorbos lazing around post from me again

[aquariumpacific]

We're egg-cited to share that a Magellanic penguin chick has successfully hatched here at the Aquarium of the Pacific! The chick is a healthy male and is part of our participation in the Association of Zoos and Aquariums' Species Survival Plan, which helps support genetic diversity among Magellanic penguins in accredited zoos and aquariums. Right now he's growing behind the scenes and trading in his fuzzy down for his adult feathers. Beginning July 30, you'll be able to see him in person at the June Keyes Penguin Habitat! We can't wait for you to see how much he's grown. Stay tuned for more updates on our newest addition. 🐧💙

[gammaraydeath]

you should be able to call off work or school or whatever for your period. no consequence

[shakarianminibang]

Title: Split Memory

Rating: T

Word Count: 5,286

Summary:

Shepard is back and Garrus is ecstatic. After nearly losing his life on Omega, he races up to the briefing room only to learn Shepard’s memory is gone. She only has access to her memories during high adrenaline moments. Chakwas says she needs time to heal. As Garrus tells her their history, she is unhappy to learn about some of her choices from the past. While Shepard learns what it takes to appease the rest of her crew, she asks Garrus what will help him work through his demons. This leads to an infamous discussion of how turians deal with high stress missions. One half of Shepard asks him to spar, while the other suggests a tiebreaker.

Posted to the Shakarian Mini-Bang 2026 collection on the AO3.

You can find the author here and the artist here!

[gammaraydeath]

had a dream where i tried out for a movie just for kicks, like i didn't even do theater in high school and am the farthest thing from an actor so no way i get the part. but i do. and it's for some how to train your dragon style movie where im the protagonist and ........ wait for it........... kyle machlachlan is the dragon. not even in a voice acting capacity like he's doing all the mocap for it too so i have to ride that old man like a pony. eventually the dream dropped the movie angle and i just had a dragon to go on adventures with. i do not know if the dragon was still kyle machlachlan but i like to think he was

[gammaraydeath]

Hey friend, remwmber to call your psych to get a refill on your meds today. <3

thank you for the reminder!!! putting it on my to do list now ❤️

[gammaraydeath]

cooper likes to be the little spoon when we sleep at night. when zeke was alive he also slept in the little spoon position every night. and yet somehow cooper (12 pound kitty) generates twice as much heat as zeke (60 pound dog) ever did and makes sleeping in the summer unbearable even with an AC. what the hell..

[gammaraydeath]

don't sit so close to the screen young man

[gammaraydeath]

i have to draw something good. quickly

[themaniacisinthemailbox]

seven sentence sunday

got tagged by the very intelligent @westernlarch! (Seriously, i read your sentences and am in awe of the vocabulary you have on hand)

i’m desperate to get this one project done so if you’ve been seeing my wip posting, here’s a tad more:

When I was a kid, my grandfather would tell me that if you were particularly honorable, when you died, your spirit could merge with the greater Spirit of Honor. If you were a great military leader, your spirit would merge with the army's Spirit. He always held it up as the capstone to a life well lived. I'm selfish. I don't want you to be subsumed into another spirit. Not even the Normandy crew's spirit. I want you to stay yourself.

Tagging @mostmagical @ale-tie @gammaraydeath @airendon

[westernlarch]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @chalkituptofate. thank you darling! 💙

So I already posted some Last Line(s) Written from another work. Here's 6 from Taproot because the 7th makes no sense alone.

He shifted out of his berth, feeling a pinch between his ribs as he stood up—a symptom of minor dehydration but much improved since they’d boarded yesterday. The ribs themselves were palpable through his clothing. He felt their squared-off edges as he pressed down to release the pinch, a sign he’d lost a lot more weight than he’d thought. Weeks of constant vigilance had worn him down, during which time he had cultivated an almost willful ignorance of his own physical state—a blindness—and this despite the cues he had seen in his own teammates: sunken eyes, papery skin, and a general decline in stamina. After a time, he’d become blind to them too. The effects were too eerily familiar.

don't know who else has 7 sentence to share, but I'll give it a go even though have probably gone to bed already 😄@themaniacisinthemailbox, @lilmissnatcat24, @thychesters, @speshulduck

[spicyraeman]

I <3 buff women

[gammaraydeath]

everyone let's celebrate the birth of my first zaeed yayyyyy (never drew him before)