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I'm Garrus Vakarian Codename Archangel All-round Turian bad boy. Dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. Also, I kill Reapers on the side, and you are?

[turixn]

Sugar honey iced tea it’s been too long since I logged onto this account and I’m so fucking sorry for just yeeting myself out of existence here. I honestly intended to get back into Garrus but then my computer decided to corrupt and I lost everything for him (icons and all that jazz) BUT I would like to get back into things (especially since I have started playing ME again) SO I will be slow, I will be intermittent between here and my other blogs (all semi-active I’m afraid) but I promise I do want to get back into this! ♥

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dream team

[itslalalita]

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Original (x) || As featured in Netflix’s Love Death + Robots, Ep. 7 ‘Beyond the Aquila Rift’

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Garrus & Tali

↳ Mass Effect Relationships week Day 2  

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[humanitysxsins]

                                             SIBLING CODE

Im allowed to pick on my sibling, but if you so much as look at them                                  wrong I will unscrew your freaking head. 

                                                fight me bitch

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It’s good to see a friendly face.

[herhighness-thequeenofhearts]

Wrex: So do you and the turian have pet names for each other or what

Shepard: What? No, of course not, we’re completely professional

Wrex: interesting

Wrex: so remind me Shepard, what do those weird insect things called bees make?

Shepard: uh, honey?

Garrus: *pops out of nowhere* Yes sweetie, love of my life?

Shepard:

Wrex:

Shepard:

Wrex: don’t ever lie to my face again

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Klance version

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Settling into the space created for him at her side, Garrus continues to look over the never-ending expanse before them. Looking at it from this perspective ( so quiet and so serene )  almost made him forget the trials and tribulations that they were going through. Almost

A gentle sigh escapes him as his mind begins to drift elsewhere, only brought back by the softness of her voice. It’s quietness was nothing new to him, he’d heard her speak this way before, but in the tranquility of where they were and how they were with one another he couldn’t help but feel something more from it. He doesn’t reply straight away, humming only in agreement after a couple of minutes, seemingly lost in the moment. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d lost himself this way and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Tilting his head slightly to indicate she had his attention, Garrus listened in silence as she recalled a tale from her childhood to him. It was still a somewhat raw feeling whenever she blessed him with snippets of her life before being COMMANDER SHEPARD and he cherished each one gladly. “Yeah,” he breathed in response, finally, unable to equate what he was feeling into words. There had been several small moments when they had been alone and each time the wave of his emotions seemed to roar louder and louder until it became a crescendo, so close to reaching it’s terrifying and glorious peak. Would now be the moment it would strike? Would now be the moment to end all other moments like this? It was times like this that he was his most uncertain. The small relief of her smile pulls him back from himself and he follows it like a beacon, focusing it in his memory and using it to stabilize himself. Now he could follow her words and do what he was there to do; offer advice. “It is a lot,” he began, nodding slightly, deftly moving a step closer to her, eyes now watching her face with a mixture of fond confidence, “but I know there’s no one in this Galaxy that can handle it, but you.” It was the truth. All he ever spoke to her was the truth. A clawed hand comes to her shoulder, the tip of a talon daring to gently brush the underside of her jaw. “I feel small sometimes, it’s natural Shepard. Don’t worry so much about it,” he tilted his head slightly to explore her expression, wanting only to take her doubts away; to help her, in any way he could.

she knows he means it as a compliment, as a sign of assurance and trust, but the weight of it all still bears on her shoulders. it might have panicked her once, sent her heart leaping up into her throat and cause her fingers to shake like they had back when she was a little girl, but somehow, shepard isn’t startled by it now. as enormous and frightening an understanding as it may be, she does understand now. if not her, then who? 

briefly tensing in surprise as a talon moves along her jaw, the moment passes just as quickly as the sensation isn’t nearly so unfamiliar as she might have expected. (if anything, it seems more natural than alien.) “it’s humbling, all of this.” her chin tilts upwards, towards the vastness before them. “even if it still freaks me out, most of the time.” 

she’s still for a moment, features contemplative, and then shifts to lean her head against garrus’ shoulder. it takes a moment to adjust, find the angle to lay her cheek along the ridge of his shoulder, but it works. “do you ever think things will be normal again? between you and me, normal sort of sucked, for me, anyway. i’d love just-, some kind of happy medium. nothing too batshit crazy and maybe not gunfire quite so often.” 

It terrified him, the feeling of exhilaration that spread through him from such a simple touch to her skin. In so many ways she was different from the Turian, and yet she was more familiar than any of his own kind. Shepard was always the constant in Garrus’ life as of late ( which was why he had reacted the way he had when he saw her get spaced ) and he couldn’t imagine things being anything but what they were in that moment. With a soft breath he contemplated, if only for a few moments, taking the action further. It wasn’t uncommon for Turians to fraternize during periods of stress and uneasiness, but then he remembered that this wasn’t a Turian vessel and that this wasn’t your average situation. Sure, they’d grown somewhat closer and Garrus was more than convinced that there was something between them but he knew better than to pursue something without explicit acknowledgement; he respected her too much to be anything less than certain. When she began to speak Garrus was brought out of his thoughts, humming once more in agreement as he spared a brief glance to the infinite black cosmos that stretched out before them. It was nothing in the face of what was right in front of him. Mandibles flaring, Garrus wanted to comment on how there were more things than just space that that had humbled him since his rowdy days at C-Sec, but the words withered in his throat when she shifted to lean her head upon his shoulder, albeit awkwardly at first, pressed close and yet feeling almost weightless at his side. Swallowing, he could barely hold back the audible purr that sounded from him, resonating in his throat, harmonizing with his vocal chords. Right now, this moment, felt normal to him, but he knew it wouldn’t be the right thing to say to her right now, so he opted for the only other thing that he could think up. “Well,” he began, “given what normal was before I don’t think what we have is all bad,” he mused lightly, voice quiet. It was hard to dance around the subject when she was right there since she was just easy to talk around; the words wanted to just flow from him, to the point of it being frightening. Shaking his head lightly, he tried to gather himself before continuing. “What I mean to say is that I wouldn’t be against a slice of normality, Shepard, but I don’t exactly mind where I am right now, either,” he explained, faltering when he realized just how it sounded in his own ears. Of course things were awful  in terms of the Reapers and the fighting and the death but without it he never would have found the teammates he has since come to view as a different kind of family, so it could have been worse. He could have been alone again, after all. Mustering up what little courage hadn’t left him, Garrus carefully brought an arm up to law across her shoulders, bringing her just that little closer, as he tilted his head so he could look at her better. “Being here with you isn’t half bad, either,” he trailed off, voice barely above a whisper.

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Advice: How to Perfect Your Writing

Anonymous asked: How do I perfect my writing? I have this huge fear that my writing will not be good enough and boring and I’m afraid that people won’t love it as much as I do. I look at all these authors like Tolkien, Jk Rowling, CS Louis, etc and I feel like my writing is amateur and not on the same level. What are some tips on making my writing go from alright to outstanding?

There are several things you can do: 1) WRITE. Writing, like all crafts, requires practice and lots of it. Write as often as you can, and whatever it is that you write—whether it’s poetry, short stories, fan-fiction, or original fiction—write one, finish it, and then start a new one. 2) READ. You wouldn’t try to build a boat from scratch if you hadn’t spent a lot of time in one, and you shouldn’t try to write a novel (or a poem, short story, etc.) unless you’ve read a whole bunch of them. Reading is the best way to familiarize yourself with the thing that you’re trying to create, to learn about tropes and clichés, and to learn the many details of the craft from a wide variety of teachers. 3) READ ABOUT WRITING. Follow writing blogs, read articles about writing, read the books authors write about writing, go to the library or book store and read books about plot and story structure, and about description, and about how to improve your writing.

4) BE REALISTIC. Most new writers think that writing a novel is about coming up with an idea, perfecting the idea, and writing the story. Sure, there are the lucky few who, having never written so much as a fictional sentence before, sit down at a keyboard and bang out a best-seller, but that is not the way it works for 99.9% of writers. Your first novels aren’t going to be outstanding no matter how hard you work on them. For most people, outstanding takes years. JK Rowling didn’t publish any of her early attempts at writing, but if she had, you’d see they weren’t on the same level as Harry Potter. And, if she is still publishing novels in ten years, chances are they will be superior to what she’s writing now. If you expect outstanding on your first novel, second novel, or maybe even third novel, you may well be disappointed. 5) FINISH. Learn as much as you can now and apply it to your writing, certainly, but more than anything else you should focus on finishing what you start. The biggest mistake I see from aspiring authors is that they start a novel, get halfway through it, get frustrated or lose interest and start another one. Before they know it, they have six or seven unfinished novels (or poems, short stories, fan-fictions, etc.) scattered around their desktop, but not a single finished novel. That’s like trying to train for a marathon by running halfway up the street and giving up because your time wasn’t good enough. You can’t become a faster runner without completing your circuit, and you can’t become a better writer without completing your stories. If your first novel doesn’t feel outstanding to you, put a lot of effort into rewriting it until it becomes something you feel better about. Or, just set it aside and start on the next one. You can always come back and take another stab at early ideas later when you’ve become a better writer. 6) LET GO OF YOUR FEAR. Maybe the most important thing you can do is let go of your fear that your writing won’t be good enough, or that people won’t love your stories as much as you do. Your job is to tell the story you want to tell, the way you want to tell it, the best way that you possibly can. Then, when it is completed, if you decide to publish it, you polish it up as nice as you can, and then you send it off into the world and don’t worry about people who don’t like it, because no matter how outstanding your writing is, I guarantee there will be people who don’t like it. The most talented, successful writers in the world still have critics who think their writing is amateurish, boring, unpolished, or even lacking in talent. You can’t please everyone, so don’t worry about trying. Good luck! I KNOW you can do this if you want to!

[coyote-carnage]

perfect armor for the possession of soft contraband

[pollenprince]

How To Restore Text Posts

So. Imagine you have spent three hours writing a novella in reply to a thread only to discover that your browser has hiccuped and swallowed it without a trace. Keep calm! Even if you don’t have any fancy extensions that copy the text you type, like Lazarus, there is still a way to restore your treasured text. It is not so recent, but it shoud work anyway even if not so certainly.

(Disclaimer: this definitely works for Firefox and for Windows, but I am not sure about other browsers and systems. Though there shouldn’t be any difficulties with them either.)

So, here are the steps you need to take.

First, this sounds silly, but try Ctrl-Zing your text back. Sometimes that works.

If that led to nothing, time for plan B. We have to move quickly. To start with, do not close your browser. If you do, your sacred texts will be certainly lost.

What we are going to do is to make a dump of our process. …I am sorry if this sounds weird, but I am literally translating an article as we go and I am a newbie at computers. Here is what you do for Windows. Open the Task Manager. Go to the Processes tab, right click on the name of your browser in the list - it should be somewhere close to the top. Select “Create Dump File.” Warning: this can take a long time (I wasted from 15 to 30 minutes on this) depending on how long your browser was running. It will be really weighty, too.

(If you use a different system, google how to create dump files because idk. Sorry. But finding this should be easy. This could help, I guess?)

When a window appears telling you the location of your new dump file, copy it. Or else you’ll have to search for it later. Locate your dump file and save it to a better place, like your desktop. It is only temporary, don’t worry.

To actually open this monstrosity you’ll need a special program. Try Total Commander. Open it, go to your desktop, select your dump, click the “View with Lister” button (it looks like a sheet of paper with a viewing glass). 

Congrats! You now have a wall of weird symbols. Now you have to change the encoding. If you have Opera, Chrome, Yandex Browser or anything of the sort, select utf-8. If you have Firefox, try utf-16. If you are desperate, try different encodings, idk. You will still see weird symbols, but don’t worry.

Press Ctrl-F and look for your text. Better type in something like a phrase or a unique word combination that was there. You probably won’t find all of your text, but the most part will be there.

Ta daaaa! You have successfully restored your beloved post. It should work with any text forms on any sites that eat up your text.

[innerman-k]

Human language teacher

[bluesmemethings]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

[rosmaryne]

[rosmaryne]