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the11thdoc  asked:

How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?

“A group of engineering students from Purdue University reported that its licking machine, modeled after a human tongue, took an average of 364 licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Twenty of the group’s volunteers assumed the licking challenge-unassisted by machinery-and averaged 252 licks each to the center.”

On one hand, I love the personality Ryder has in Andromeda and there aren’t really right or wrong choices.

On the other, I miss my renegade Shepard and all the extra opportunities I had to be a grade A bastard.

More impulse actions wouldn’t be the worst thing. Most wanted, to be able to hug Jaal at the kett temple. Also to kiss Reyes at random. Like just during every conversation with him I just have this constant impulse action to kiss him. I imagine what should be a two minute conversation taking ten.

Better yet, he reacts depending how many times you take the action.

But yes, Jaal needs a hug.

bloomingcnidarians  asked:

2 and/or 19 for Gemma/Jaal, please!

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

In which Gemma Ryder and Jaal have their first fight, and Cora does not want to deal with it. 

**********

Ryder’s ongoing quest to climb every mountain on every planet vertically had finally broken the Nomad in ways even the combined efforts of Gil, Jaal, and Vetra couldn’t repair.

“Are you still on fire?” Cora asked, both horrified and impressed. “My God. You’re still on fire.”

Ryder, halfway out of her armor, and looking as close to murderous as Cora had ever seen her, crouched down to peer at the Nomad’s undercarriage. “Shit, we are. Liam — we’re in crisis, respond!”

“On it, boss!” A fire extinguisher arced through the air, barely missing Gil’s head, and landed in Ryder’s hand with a solid thwack. Five seconds later, the fire was out, but the cargo bay was covered in foam, and the Nomad wheezed and groaned as its axles cooled.

“Shit,” Ryder said again, scrubbing at her hair. “Good eye, Cora, thanks.”

“I take it your field trip with Reyes went well?” Cora asked.

Ryder bared her teeth — Cora thought of a mongoose, and took a step back — but before she could change the subject or Ryder could start swearing, Jaal spoke up from the other side of the Nomad.

“Kadara is a cesspool on the best of days,” he said, his mouth curled in a sneer as he wiped a few droplets of foam off his eyepiece. He muttered something under his breath, and Ryder’s shoulder went iron-hard. “And today,” he added, once all the foam was gone, “was not its best day.”

Ryder glared at Jaal — the planetkiller stare, her father had called it; Cora heard his voice, felt the accompanying pang of loss and nostalgia — and the cargo bay went silent. The lovebirds hadn’t so much as exchanged tense words since they paired off months ago, but watching Ryder, whose teeth were still very much bared, and whose Sidewinder was still very much in reach, Cora readied a barrier.

No harm in being prepared, lots of harm in letting the Pathfinder spatter her angaran boyfriend across the Tempest’s cargo bay.

Five seconds of absolute silence passed, then Ryder gave herself a shake and exhaled hard through her mouth. “It sure as hell wasn’t,” she said, tight and furious, then turned on her heel and stalked away, without a backwards look.

Cora chanced a look in Jaal’s direction — hell, just like everyone else in the cargo bay — and found him watching Ryder’s departure with a mix of dismay and annoyance. Dismay ended up winning by the time the door hissed closed behind Ryder.

Sure glad I wasn’t tapped for this run, Cora thought, then felt a surge of guilt as Jaal made his way — deliberately calm — toward the makeshift showers in the back of the bay.

Another ten seconds of silence went by before Drack’s head popped out of the Nomad.

“Next time,” he said to the room at large, “someone else can go to Kadara. I’m done.”

***

Between Jaal’s first and second emotional openness seminars, someone — Cora’s money was on Liam — had taken the guy aside and explained that sometimes it was totally okay, even preferred, to let humans stew for a while before trying to work things out. And Jaal, being pretty quick on the uptake, had taken that advice very much to heart — not that Jaal had any other setting, Cora mused — and let Ryder stew, and stew, and stew, all the way back to the Nexus, where the Nomad could get some TLC and the crew could stock up on rations that were older than everyone except Drack.

Ryder spent most of the trip in her quarters, and for the first time, Cora realized just how much of the crew’s strange cohesion came from the Pathfinder’s relentless, dogged optimism. Everyone stayed as efficient as ever, but without Ryder breezing through the ship, no one seemed inclined to talk, or joke, or even give each other shit.

“I hate this,” Peebee said, two hours out from the Nexus. “They need to get over it. Jaal had the right idea. Kadara sucks, even that time Drack drank the water.”

Lexi’s eyes flew wide, and Cora leapt in before the good doctor could turn herself inside-out over that one. “I’m pretty sure it’s more than Jaal’s feelings about Kadara getting on Ryder’s last nerve,” she said, as diplomatically as she could. Privately, she mostly agreed with Peebee, but a part of her kept whispering that Ryder had held herself together through her father’s death, two of her own deaths, and facing the kett time and again. This wasn’t just being pissed off with Jaal; this was everything on Ryder’s back coming out at once.

She wanted to say so, but Peebee had already checked out of the conversation and was talking to Lexi about the new upgrades to Poc, and Cora didn’t want to ruin the moment. She finished her breakfast in silence, and headed back to her plants. As de facto XO, maybe she should have stepped in, and nudged them toward a reconciliation, but that advice about stewing went for her, too.

If Ryder and Jaal weren’t back to their usual adoring selves by the time the Nomad was repaired, she’d say something. But not before.

***

Halfway through their first day docked at the Nexus, a swell of whoops and laughter interrupted Cora’s reading. She shoved her datapad away and followed the sound down to the cargo bay.

Gil and Peebee turned around as she walked in, each offering her a quick nod before going back to cheering on Liam and Ryder, who were both balancing on gymnastics rings, five feet above the floor.

Oh, good, Cora thought. We’re back to Tempest Olympics. She’d been roped into enough of Ryder’s challenges for a lifetime, but Liam could always be relied on to take one of Ryder’s dares, whether it was do you think I can throw you over that ravine with my biotics or how many cartwheels can we do in full armor?

At least this particular challenge wouldn’t leave Lexi crying in her sleep. The good doctor was cheering next to Drack, though Cora wasn’t exactly sure for whom.

“How long have they been at it?” she asked, taking up a spot on Peebee’s other side.

“About fifteen minutes,” Gil replied, Peebee being too busy throwing half a cookie at Liam’s head. “Nowhere near the record, but we’re allowed to distract them this time.”

“Bullseye!” Peebee yelled, nearly deafening them both, as the cookie bounced off Liam’s forehead. He wobbled, cursing under his breath, but regained his balance a second later.

Cora grinned, relief rising through her chest. If Ryder was cheerful enough to start demanding athletic competitions, the worst was behind them, without her having to lift a finger. A reconciliation with Jaal couldn’t be far behind — except for the fact that Jaal was nowhere to be seen.

A little of her relief faded away, but then Vetra flicked a bottle cap at Ryder, and she nearly lost her grip as she tried to shift away.

“Oh, you’re going down!” Liam said, grinning as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

“No way, Kosta.” Ryder pulled herself upright, and gave him a wicked grin. “I’m in the zone. Can’t knock me out, can’t bring me down, can’t —”

“Hey, Jaal!” Liam yelled toward the far corner of the cargo bay. “Give a friend a hand, yeah? Distract your girl!”

Ryder’s head twitched toward Jaal as he walked into view, but she clearly didn’t make eye contact. “Pretty low, Liam,” she said. “Must be getting desperate. No wonder I’m winning.”

Desperate your word for creative, huh?” Liam jerked his chin at Jaal, who hovered at the edge of the bay, just in Cora’s line of sight. “C'mon, I know you’ve got moves.”

Cora watched Jaal’s emotions cross his face: reluctance, amusement, and the strange blend of wistfulness and intensity that had marked how he looked at Ryder, almost from the beginning.

I don’t know if I should roll my eyes or applaud, she thought, as Jaal made his way toward Ryder. It’s like something out of Ryder’s vids.

Why she’d expected anything less, she’d never know.

“Hoo boy,” whispered Vetra, and leaned back with her arms folded. Drack groaned, despite Lexi nudging him. And Ryder watched Jaal, her grip on the rings not faltering, her legs pointed straight and true at the ground.

Jaal wrapped his hand around her bare ankle. He didn’t squeeze, or stroke, just held on as he looked up at Ryder’s face.

“Come on,” Liam hissed, smirking. “You’ve got this.”

Ryder tossed her hair out of her eyes, the first trace of a smile curving her lips.

Jaal’s hand tightened on Ryder’s ankle. He lifted her leg — slowly, and Ryder’s smile widened — and kissed the inside of her calf.

Good lord, Cora thought, shaking her head.

“Ah!” Ryder dropped, laughing, into Jaal’s waiting arms. Cora saw his answering smile as he turned, not letting Ryder go.

Liam whooped and let go of the rings, darting forward to slap Jaal and Ryder on the shoulder. “And the champion is…the Kosta!”

Oh, Liam might have been the champion, but Ryder certainly didn’t look like a woman who had lost anything as Jaal lowered her gently to the floor. She kept smiling as she said something to Jaal, too quietly for anyone to hear over Liam’s crowing, and then they both laughed.

“Quite a show,” Gil said, pushing away from the railing. “Guess the kids are back to normal now.”

Cora hummed in agreement as she watched Ryder and Jaal slip toward the exit, hand in hand. “Guess so.”

Space-Faring Kids and Kisses

I had started a Mass Effect page in my new sketchbook a long while back but I din’t get to finishing it until I beat Andromeda. So now I got my OG Commanders, with my bias LIs for them, and my new kids, who are just trying their best, along with my hopes and dreams in the corner there.

Deja que Dios gane

Deja que Dios sane tu corazón herido,

Deja que Dios te llene de ese amor que tanto buscas y necesitas,

Deja que Dios seque tus lágrimas,

Deja que Dios conquiste el reino de tu corazón.

Dios no quiere verte sufrir,

Dios no quiere que te sientas vacío,

Dios no quiere que mendigues amor,

Dios no quiere que estes triste.

Dios quiere llenarte de su gozo, de su alegría, de su amor, de su propósito.

Dios quiere llenarte de las riquezas de la vida.

Dios te ama, por eso envió a su Hijo Jesús a morir por ti.

Jesús llevo nuestras cargas, enfermedades, heridas, y pecados todo por amor a tí y por amor a mi.

Jesús nos abrió el camino hacía el Padre, todo para que pudieramos recibir el amor de Dios en nuestras vidas.

Dios quiere llenar tu vida hoy, solo deja que Dios gane.

theherocomplex replied to your post “Furious Positivity”

RANT ABOUT JAAL MEETING DOGS AND HOW AWESOME THAT WOULD BE

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WOULD BE AMAZING. Because Jaal would get completely fucking overwhelmed because as we all know dogs are the best. Jaal’s practically a golden retriever himself. 

And then he’d see a chihuahua and be like ‘OMG.’ And thinks dogs are cute and tiny and perfect. But then he’d see a fucking great dane and be even more ‘OMG’ because there are so many kinds of dogs and they’re all absolutely perfect. 

AND THEN JAAL MEETING A SERVICE DOG and being so impressed because who knew you could train this four legged animal to be so strong and helpful. And all the service dogs want are to be helpful and that’s all that Jaal wants, too, and now all I can think of is Jaal then going to the Cultural Center on the Nexus and trying to find out everything about all dogs.  

BECAUSE DOGS. 

.huysuz ama tatlı kadın.

Dün gece yazdığım gibi..helalleştim..gitmeden yetişemedim buradan, çekinerek telefonunu buldum bir yerlerden ve aradım. önce açılmadı telefon..dedim hala çok kırgın bana belli..sonra telefon çaldı..hani kaldığı yerden başlayan dostluklar vardır, bu da öyle değil belki ama eski zamanların hatrına saygı içeren ses tonuyla başladık konuşmaya..

Evet, hatalı olmama rağmen, gene de art niyetsiz bir düşünceyle hareket ederek kırdığım burada kazandığım en güzel ve en dolu dolu dostluğun adı @huysuzamatatlikadin’dan bahsediyorum..Ona bazı sebeplerden beni affetmediği için ben de çok kızgındım, asla aramam diyordum..ondan çok fazla özür dilemiştim, niyetimin kötü olmadığını söyleyerek ama beni bir kalemde silmişti..Bana bunu açıklamayı çok istemiş, ama ne zaman yazsa tek tıkta kalmış whatsapp..bana gelen bir şey yoktu, engelli de değildi ama dün bunu açıklama şansı oldu onun da.. gerçekten dostum, gerçek dostum olduğun için seni affedemedim dedi..

Herşeye rağmen, burada 1 buçuk sene onunla çok iyi vakit geçirdik..son 1 buçuk sene de ayrı vakit geçirdik..beraber diyet bile yaptık..dertleştik, eğlendik, hatta ağladık..dün sormadım niye gittin blogtan diye, belli ki artık zamanı gelmiş..Ben özür dilemenin erdemine inanan, kaybetmeyi sevmeyen bir insanım..hele bu bir insansa.. belki eskisi gibi olmaz hiçbir şey ama, gene de helalleşmek güzel bir duygu.. manevi bir yönü var..gördüm ki, o da benim gibi kinci bir insan değil.. yolu açık olsun, mutlu olsun..ben dün bir gönül aldım, gönlümü ferahlattım..darısı herkese..

El diablo quiere hacerte creer que Dios es el causante de todas tus desgracias. Cuando en realidad es el  quien busca destruir tu vida. No te dejes engañar.

1 Pedro 5: 7-9

8 Sed sobrios, y velad; porque vuestro adversario el diablo, como león rugiente, anda alrededor buscando a quien devorar;

9 al cual resistid firmes en la fe, sabiendo que los mismos padecimientos se van cumpliendo en vuestros hermanos en todo el mundo.