#space papi

[heythere-mel]

DIN DJARIN, GROGU DJARIN, TE QUIERO MUCHO 💫💫💫

[avarkriss]

(Watching The Rise of Skywalker)

Me: ahhh yes, Space Papi

Husband: yeah he is

Me:...did you just move from a 0 to a 1 on the Kinsey and not even tell me?

Husband: what

Me: Oscar Isaac is Space Papi, you just agreed

Husband: OH I thought you said space puppy, like big and fluffy and adorable

Me:....

Me: at least I know who your hall pass is now

[ask-deus-romano]

|| Doodling space grandpa for..reasons-. also a bonus ‘normal’ Rome uwu; I might color this and stuff :0c

[licensetocannibalize]

mads mikkelsen: wearing two mismatched adidas sneakers, and a sweatsuit

me:

[sawdustandgin]

Space funk for the weary. Grab the full Space Papi EP on Bandcamp today. 

[wannakissrobits]

cough okay tmi and a Poe headcanon

i really like strapping on my dick and pulling on really soft pretty panties and I think poe would to cuz it looks/feels nice okay

[elfyourmother]

"You ever even been to Earth before, Commander?"

"...I told you to quit calling me that, James."

"Sorry, but I don't give a damn what they say you did. You're a damn hero in my book, and this whole thing is bullshit. So if it's all the same, Commander...?"

Imani smiled faintly. Lieutenant Vega was a lot like a big ol' puppy--stubborn, and cute. Truth be told, he wasn't bad company either. Sometimes she even forgot this was house arrest and he was supposed to be guarding her.

"If only you were my counsel. I'd get acquitted for sure," she deadpanned, taking a sip of coffee. Then she stared up at the ceiling; it was as cold, dull, and grey as the Vancouver sky outside. "Just the once, to answer your question. Did boot camp in Brazil and later on I did ICT there, at the Villa. Biotics were fast tracked and in high demand in those days, so I haven't been back since I was shipped off to Arcturus."

"It must be pretty weird coming back like this," Vega said, his brow furrowed in a mild expression of sympathy.

"Yeah," Imani mumbled quietly. "Pretty weird."

Pretty weird that the woman held up as humanity's greatest champion had hardly set foot on humanity's homeworld. In a life replete with ironies, it still managed to stand out as one of the stranger ones. Child of the colonies, savior of the Citadel--and Earth had always remained distant to her. Imani admittedly hadn't thought about the strangeness of it much until now. Now, when there was all the time in the galaxy to think--and really none at all.

***

Staring into a cup of coffee: black, standard Alliance issue--not nearly as rich as the kind paid for by the Illusive Man, that's for sure--Imani couldn't get the images out of her mind. Fire. Chaos. So much death. She hadn't seen that much, not since...

"Credit for your thoughts, Shepard?"

She looked up, and Kaidan was standing there at the entrance to the lounge, and not for the first time it struck her as being a little strange seeing him on the Normandy again. Comforting, but strange.

"Bad memories, is all. I'll be fine."

Kaidan took the seat across from her. Gods, how he'd aged, Imani thought. His temples were streaked with silver, and there were fine lines around his narrow eyes that she hadn't noticed before. "You sure about that? 'Cause I remember that look," he said.

Imani sighed, resting her elbows on the table. "It's just...I've never really had a connection to Earth. It was always just vids on TV and the extranet, Dad's paintings, the old songs I grew up with. I'm a colony kid, Kaidan. Earth's where my parents came from, not me. It's just always been this distant symbol to me, an ideal to fight for."

"Until now."

Imani clamped her eyes shut, her mind haunted by memories of a single family, a little girl with afropuffs climbing into an evacuation transport packed with other civilians. It seemed like a lifetime ago--another life ago--but fifteen years before that, there was Mindoir, and she was that child climbing into a shuttle. There was fear, and there were shadows, and grief. But this time...Earth, it was a million upon million Mindoirs, and that transport never had a chance. Alliance colors blown to fire, smoke, and ash. And maybe the unshakeable Commander Shepard was beginning to crack a little.

"It's real, Kaidan. It's real and it's not going to stop until I put an end to it," Imani said. "For everyone. For that kid."

Kaidan reached out to her, and for the first time it seemed like that wall of awkward silence that had built up between them was starting to crumble. Maybe there was something of the old friendship sparking again. "Imani. You don't have to do this alone--"

"I know. I don't plan on it."

Imani downed the last her coffee and rose to her feet as the gleaming lights of the Citadel became visible in the distance.

[rubyvroom]

re: video game fanservice, I think I am immune.

I don't really find video game characters sexy or anything. Even the ones I'm super-attached to and want to hug and protect and squee over, they're just not attractive to me. Mostly the characters I love are the ones I super-identify with, not ones I want to bone. They're still just pixels, y'know?

Oh wait.

A wild James Vega appears.

Vega uses flirting. It's super-effective. 

Oh shit he's doing pull-ups 

homina homina

Never mind you guys, carry on.