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@masseffectgayz
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Happy N7
Don’t forget EA and there for BioWare was bought by a conservative terrible ass company which undoubtedly in my brain means nothing but terrible things for Mass Effect (as well as many of their other projects of course).
I wish I could state my feelings on this more, I genuinely felt something die inside me when I first heard the news and I knew from then on there would be no possible way I can support BioWare any further especially in any kind of money sense without feeling absolutely disgusting with myself.
I want it to be clear, this is my opinion and my personal conclusion I have come to. Do whatever you want, I’m not your keeper
Just please do your research and know exactly who you are supporting and who is getting hurt by these soulless corporations and political dictators.
The Mass Effect trilogy is my favorite game series of all time, it absolutely fundamentally changed me, it means so much to me, in life, in my transition, it was my safe space in abusive environments. The people that own EA would have my identity erased for not falling into their views and opinions and no matter how much Mass Effect means to me, I will not compromise my morals in the political environment I live in and support their company any longer.
The most important thing we can do and have this, our own community in which we support and protect one another in these unprecedented times. We will create and protect the safe space they so desperately want to tear down, to remember that we are not the enemy to each other, to know that our identities shall not be erased because some asshole with some money thinks he can tell me what I should feel, what I should do, who I should be.
Anyway,
Commander Shepard is a queer icon that they can’t erase them or all the players who they are trying to destroy for not conforming to their disgusting ideologies
Reaper? I hardly know her
has this been done yet?
My sibling just finished mass effect 3 for the first time and oh boy lmaoooo
cannibalism ??in your local chantry? more likely than u think
I’m not going to let you post the funniest thing I’ve ever read in the tags of my god damn post and let you get away with it
The Sun and The Moon
more of the self-indulgent experimentation with the cosmic knights, heheh <3
“i’m a top” “im a bottom” okay??? i’m commander shepard??? and this is my favorite store on the citadel????
♥ Harbinger valentines, for the willing organic host of your choice ♥
Oh to play mass effect 2’s suicide mission for the first time again
the world if we got to see silver fox kaidan
I really need people to stop straightening kaidan's hair. Let my man have his natural curls!!!
Also, how about adding some gray to that mane of his?
If you aren’t a Kaidan alenko grey wisps truther I don’t wanna talk
Listen it’s funny
Tell him, king!
"Why is Garrus talking to mShep about reach and flexibility?"
Because Garrus is an alien, so he doesn't give a fuck about human gender and genitalia, and he's horny for Shepard regardless of what they're packing.
Also because he brags. Some guys just like to brag about their conquests, and he's one of them.
Next question.
I'm Proud of You
“Commander,” Anderson’s voice was deep, gravelly.
Shepard made his way over, body weak.
“We did it,” His own voice was shaky.
The other man gave a rough, pained side smile.
“Yes, we did.,” There was a moment's pause as neither man spoke. A cough came from the older man. “It’s quite a view,”
Shepard had to smile himself, he could feel his hand grow wet, warm. “Ha, best seats in the house,”
Silence stretched for a few seconds.
“God,” Anderson’s voice was tired, so very tired. “Feels like years since I just sat down,”
“I think you earned a rest…” Shepard answered, looking over to the other man when there was no response, no sound. “Anderson?”
A very weak hum was the older man’s response.
Panic weakly gnawed at the Commander, he wanted to reach out to Anderson but his arms were just too weak so he settled on his words. “Stay with me; we’re almost through this,” He tried to reassure.
There was another silent pause.
“You did good son, you did good,” The older man’s words weakened, grew quiet with every syllable. Yet another pause came from the man.
“I’m proud of you.”
Shepard couldn’t even grin. “Thank you, sir…” He tried through a closed throat. He turned to look at the other soldier. Weak, wained anxiety gripped his lungs. “Anderson?...” He choked out, though he already knew there would be no response.
A fresh wave of panic shot through him, energy suddenly pounding in his ears.
“No… Hey, no, c’mon Anderson,” His tongue felt fat as he tried to talk, his words slowed and slurred. “You can’t… you can’t…”
Shepard swallowed slowly. Metal bit against his throat. “You were here with me from the start; you’ve been by my side since the beginning. Saren, Cerberus, Earth…” His vision blurred; maybe blood loss, maybe tears. “Don’t… Don’t leave me alone. Not now, not when we’re so close… Please, sir, please don’t…”
His begs fell on silent ears.
Lighting went off behind the Commander; the sound felt comforting.
“God, how long has this all been? How long have we been fighting?” He asked out loud, hoping Anderson could still hear him. Hoping someone was listening. “It feels like forever; it feels like this is all we’ve been doing, trying to stop this. I…” His throat closed, and tears, he knew it was tears this time, welled in his eyes. “I’m sorry, sir,” He said quietly. “I should have tried harder, been stronger, worked sooner. We could have… I could have…” The words were lost on his tongue.
The Commander looked over to his friend, stone still. He weakly reached a hand over, gripping the older man’s shoulder.
“You deserved better,” His voice shook, and tears slipped down his face into his scars. “You always deserved better. Better than Udina, better than the Alliance, better than… me,” He gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry, Anderson, I’m so sorry. I… I’m glad I made you proud; I did that, at least,” Shepard took in a shaky, weak breath. “You were… you were like…”
The man’s arm fell away, too weak to even grip Anderson’s still shoulder. For a moment, everything was silent, stone-cold silent. It hurt the Commander’s ears. Then, he tilted his head down, looking at the hand he had covering his wound. Shepard pulled away, he couldn’t help but frown at the blood he saw. When had it become so much? When had all of this become so much?
All those years ago, when everything had started… He would have never guessed what it would have become. He would have never guessed this. The Commander looked back towards Adnerson, or he tried to.
The man still didn’t move.
“I… I want this to be over, Anderson,” He whispered, just in case anyone else could hear him. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired, so damn tired,” He let more tears form, more of them fall. A sob passed his lips. “There were times where I wished that beacon on Eden Prime would have…” He trailed off. He didn’t want to say that out loud. Not in front of Anderson. “I need it to be over; I can’t do it anymore. It’s… It’s gotta be over…”
Shepard forced himself to look fully at Anderson, to place a hand on the man’s arm.
“Be there for me when it is all over. Please, just…”
The Commander squeezed the older man’s arm, letting one last tear fall.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
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Anderson's death scene always makes me cry like a baby and I wanted to use that sadness and write angst. Please and thanks.