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Memoirs - A Mass Effect fan-fiction series

This series of 3 novel length fan works, and 3 short stories set after the reaper war, and is a view of the trilogy, and following events, as told by Liara T’Soni.  Only the first work, titled simply “Memoirs”, is complete.  The second, titled “Memoirs - The Illium Years” is about a third of the way through revisions.  The third and last, titled “Memoirs - The Reaper War” is actively being written, but is 51 chapters and over 200,000 words long.  

I’ll not be revealing anything specific in this, so you should be pretty spoiler free, but you may want to divert your attention elsewhere if you want to experience the story for yourself without outside input.

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couple-of-dumbasses:

leviisacutelittleshit:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

beggars-opera:

colourfulpantsandarainbowhat:

WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD

easy there henry

whos henry what thef uck?

*faint laughter from Britian*

*history teachers crying*

Henry VIII. It was kinda his normal relationship progression.

feelslikesad:

Just played through mass effect 1 and 2 for the third time now I’m in 3 for the first time, these games are fun as hell.

Get some tissues. I think they put all the feels in 3.

queenseamoose:

…I went with Mass Effect. Soooo that’s what I’ve been doing for the past three hours. Three hours I should have been working on my thesis, yet three hours well spent

Welcome to the fandom. It’s much like the twilight zone, except there’s only one road in, lots of roads to explore, and then you can’t leave.

Ever.

We promise you’ll enjoy yourself though.

Boondocks Saints

embracingthelost:

Man, I forgot what a great movie this is. Definitely worth another watch. I gotta say, you can’t beat an attractive man in a pea coat—you really can’t beat two attractive men in pea coats with tattoos. :-)

When I was in college, I had two friends who dressed up as the two brothers for Halloween. It was an inspired choice, to say the least.

Anyway, watching Norman Reedus and Sean Patrick Flanery is not a terrible way to end my night. Gimme dem.

“Fucking what the— fucking fuck? Who the fuck… fuck this— fucking how did you do? Fucking fucks… fuck!”

I saw a gifset for Rocco doing that “illustration of the diversity of the word” on tumbler a long time ago and have never found it again.

That makes me sad.

Do you have a shorter name?

When [an abusive man] tells me that he became abusive because he lost control of himself, I ask him why he didn’t do something even worse. For example, I might say, “You called her a fucking whore, you grabbed the phone out of her hand and whipped it across the room, and then you gave her a shove and she fell down. There she was at your feet where it would have been easy to kick her in the head. Now, you have just finished telling me that you were ‘totally out of control’ at that time, but you didn’t kick her. What stopped you?” And the client can always give me a reason. Here are some common explanations:

"I wouldn’t want to cause her a serious injury."
“I realized one of the children was watching.”
“I was afraid someone would call the police.”
“I could kill her if I did that.”
“The fight was getting loud, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear.”

And the most frequent response of all:

"Jesus, I wouldn’t do that. I would never do something like that to her.”

The response that I almost never heard — I remember hearing it twice in the fifteen years — was: “I don’t know.”

These ready answers strip the cover off of my clients’ loss of control excuse. While a man is on an abusive rampage, verbally or physically, his mind maintains awareness of a number of questions: “Am I doing something that other people could find out about, so it could make me look bad? Am I doing anything that could get me in legal trouble? Could I get hurt myself? Am I doing anything that I myself consider too cruel, gross, or violent?”

A critical insight seeped into me from working with my first few dozen clients: An abuser almost never does anything that he himself considers morally unacceptable. He may hide what he does because he thinks other people would disagree with it, but he feels justified inside. I can’t remember a client ever having said to me: “There’s no way I can defend what I did. It was just totally wrong.” He invariably has a reason that he considers good enough. In short, an abuser’s core problem is that he has a distorted sense of right and wrong.

I sometimes ask my clients the following question: “How many of you have ever felt angry enough at youer mother to get the urge to call her a bitch?” Typically half or more of the group members raise their hands. Then I ask, “How many of you have ever acted on that urge?” All the hands fly down, and the men cast appalled gazes on me, as if I had just asked whether they sell drugs outside elementary schools. So then I ask, “Well, why haven’t you?” The same answer shoots out from the men each time I do this exercise: “But you can’t treat your mother like that, no matter how angry you are! You just don’t do that!”

The unspoken remainder of this statement, which we can fill in for my clients, is: “But you can treat your wife or girlfriend like that, as long as you have a good enough reason. That’s different.” In other words, the abuser’s problem lies above all in his belief that controlling or abusing his female partner is justifiable….

Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men (via seebster)

THIS BOOK SAVED MY LIFE AND I CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH
EVERYONE ON EARTH SHOULD READ THIS *except abusers

(via unorthodoxhesychasm)

too-midget-for-you:

Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same

I’m a straight male and I’d do the same.

I mean, look at them!

fyeahfemshep:

FemShep Cosplay by Angela Bermudez

mynameesmuerte:

smartwatson:

SOMEONE POINTED OUT THAT LIARA IS THE ONLY ASARI WITH EYEBROWS AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING EVERYTIME I SEE HER

Nobody notices that Benezia had them, too.  

I mean seriously, they’re right there. Admittedly, it’s a stretch, but they’re family markings.

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smartwatson:

SOMEONE POINTED OUT THAT LIARA IS THE ONLY ASARI WITH EYEBROWS AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING EVERYTIME I SEE HER

Nobody notices that Benezia had them, too.  

cakegirlcat:

iamfire-i-am-death:

dirae3:

imjakestimpson:

burnshit—fuckschool:

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

sadiehd:

unlockaflockofwords:

Always reblog The Princess Bride

mawwiage

MOST QUOTABLE MOVIE EVER

this film though ffs

"Have fun storming the castle, boys!"

Twue wuvve

"Anybody want a peanut?"

Reblog if you have fewer than 1,000 followers.

shezzablue:

omgraniaposts:

unmasqed:

beaksunderwings:

toomanyfandomssolittletime:

lillianorchid:

wrong-side-down:

god-of-gold:

jennstarkid:

tumblr nobodies, UNITE!!

i think you mean…

ASSEMBLE.

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for once the supernatural fandom didn’t arrive first

I’m proud of you avengers! 

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Are we late?

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We’re coming!

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Rebloging twice cuz it’s so awesome

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xxbeckonings:

a game had never made me feel so dead and empty inside until i finished the mass effect trilogy.

I just finished ME3 for the first time a week or so ago and I still can’t pick up my controller. I’m still so emotional over the whole game I can hardly see straight

antivanrogue:

at some point during the war, maybe as early as mars or maybe as late as thessia, shepard starts a habit of drinking a single glass of whiskey every night before bed. it’s a bit of a ritual, and edi’s been instructed to lock the door to shepard’s cabin so it can’t be interrupted.

because shepard’s not drinking alone.

every night they invite one of their fallen friends to drink with them. kaidan or ashley. pressly. the ones who didn’t survive the suicide mission. the ones who lost their lives earlier, on akuze or torfan or even mindoir. the ones who’ve given their lives, quietly or not so quietly — thane, legion, emily wong and kal’reegar, the ones who deserve monuments and who will receive only a place on an already-long list of names.

so every night, shepard holds up the glass of whiskey in a silent toast, and drinks with the shadow of a friend.