OK CONCERNING THE WHOLE HEADCANON THING IM WRITING THAT PPL KEEP ASKING ME ABT, i was talking to @chompiee abt a ~love confession~ and then @cryptidsp00n abt the aftermath of said confession concerning them kissing
so apparently femshep’s official height is 5′3″, and garrus’ is 7′. that’s a height difference of a whopping 21 inches. I’m honestly so disappointed that this isn’t addressed in-game because you just know he’d absolutely rip the piss out of her for it
“hey shep I’m pretty sure alliance regulations say that anyone under 5′7″ has to use a booster seat in the mako…”
garrus…kiss ur tiny angry girlfriend before she decks you…
Y’all can relax about that whole Rey and Kylo “I need someone to show me my place in all this” and holding-out-hand thing from the trailer because they’re two completely different scenes (not that it matters if it were one scene, because Rey could pull a Luke-and-Vader-on-Bespin sort of thing)
When Rey says, “I need someone to show me my place in all this,” she is still in the outfit she went to find Luke in. You can tell by her high collar and the thickness of the material:
The light source is static as well, constant, even, likely a lamp of some sort, and the set of her shoulders and neck seems to indicate she’s sitting down. She’s most likely saying this line in Luke’s hut, explaining why she went to find him.
In contrast, that shot of Kylo holding out his hand has a mobile, flickering light source somewhere off to his left, and while that seems to match up to Rey’s right, the light is nowhere near steady, and all the bits of flaming debris falling down behind him would have caused the lighting to change around Rey, if she was really there.
And you can see Kylo meeting eyes with someone standing opposite him, while Rey’s sitting down.
So I’m all for that idea that Kylo’s holding out his hand to Leia. Even if it were Rey, it wouldn’t be immediately after she said that line. Sneaky, Lucasfilm.
I've noticed something, Lucifer's gauges were glowing purple instead of their normal color red/orange. why?
I’ve probably been asked this question 50 times since the update lol I was going to just let people infer but it might come up again before SaM ends so I’ll address it now.
His horns shift from yellow and red depending on his mood; yellows are happier emotions, reds are more negative emotions. Red wasn’t sufficient enough to gauge how negative he was feeling so for the first time since he’s had horns it bled to a purple. Purple is despair.
remember during 1d’s infinity performance for telehit harry held his arms out open to the crowd during his lil vocal moment and then went wild on the music drop…. bc i think about this moment every day
18 years ago I remember my my mom being told over the phone that my brother would be spending 15 years in prison for gang related crimes and violence. He was barely a teenager. I was only 5 so I don’t remember much. But I remember my mom falling to the floor not being able to catch her breath. I remember seeing how much it broke her. I remember how much it eventually broke all of us. 18 years later and I’ve never seen her cry in the way she did, that night.
8 years ago I remember starting a new school, for the fourth time. Freshman year all the way until junior year I spent my lunches in the bathroom alone as I called my mom to keep me company, because I had no one else. I remember being an outcast, shy and nervous. I remember coming home crying after school every day praying for at least one friend. Hating myself for how “weird” I was. I call these years the lost years. I hated myself enough to ignore whatever I was. Even though, I was just me. I hated me.
4 years ago I remember it seemed like my entire life was crashing all at once. I came to realization with my sexuality, I fell in love with a girl who taught me so much about loving someone and how to be loved. Everything was perfect. Until we lost each other, leading to my first true heartbreak I ever had. Her religion kept us apart, and even out of each other’s life. The breakup was very sudden and heart aching. Just two weeks later my nephew had a seizure on his 15th birthday. No one knew the cause of it, it took doctors months to figure it out. He lost his ability to use his entire left side of his body, with severe bleeding in the brain. At 15, his life changed forever. A week later, my dad lands in the hospital for kidney failure. He couldn’t seem to shake the disease of alcoholism he’s been fighting since before I was even born. The doctor predicted a very short time frame to live. I remember how badly I cried over all three of these incidents, for almost a year straight. I remember praying to god to bring me someone to help cope, after losing my love, who was also my best friend. I remember being at work finding a quiet space to pray to god, as I cried, every day. I prayed so much for his help and strength. I thought I’d never get over it.
1 year ago I remember being in the most abusive relationship of my life. She would hit me in my sleep, forced sex on me as I refused, even in my sleep and refused to notice it as rape. She would threaten to kill me, call me fat. Cut me off from my friends and family. She would choke me until I cried, because that’s all she wanted to see. She wrecked my new vehicle I worked so hard for and put me thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. she played being the victim so well, that I had no one to be there for me. This was the very first time I ever not only thought, but also attempted suicide, and commonly self harmed myself.
I thought I’d never get over any of it.
It’s now 2017. It will be two years in June since my brothers been home, he’s married to his first love, with a one year old. He’s happy and he’s healthy and in love, my mom is married to a man who treats her in a way I’ve always hoped to see. My senior year of high school? It was beautiful. I not only met some amazing people, but I’ve grown to be more confident and love myself whether someone does or not. My nephew is now able to walk again and is currently gaining back his motor skills to speak again. My dad, he’s still alive and seems to be healthier than ever. Remember when I said I prayed for someone to be there for me? I soon after met my best friend Kathryn. Who has played a major role in my life and someone who I look up to everyday. She’s forever. And I finally built the courage to leave my abusive ex. It was terrifying, it was difficult but I did it. I learned to love myself again, it was a long and painful process but I did it. And I will continue to.
If I could tell my past self what I know now, it would be that things don’t last forever. And even the pain, sometimes it does stay but it’s something you learn to live with and soon enough appreciate, for reasons. Trauma happens, and sometimes more than once. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that a better day does exist. That no matter how bad things can be, there are better days. Hang in there, and take the moment to realize how far you’ve come. And appreciate the bad days for making the good ones so much more beautiful.
As bad as all of these are, as much as they all hurt and left marks upon me visible and not, it’s made me who I am today. I have a strong sense of self. I am proud of who I am and I love myself and understand who I am more than anyone else will and I don’t mind that. I enjoy my solitude and no longer cry or am scared when it occurs. And I’m aware of any unhealthy, toxic and abusive relations before they get close enough to me. What has happened made me strong, and has only made my heart ten million times bigger. And I want to spend the rest of my life helping and healing anyone I possibly can. Because I know I’m capable of doing so, and it is where I find the most happiness and comfort.. in another persons smile and forgiveness.
I just want someone to hold my hand, take me into their arms and tell me everything is going to be ok. Why does is have to be so hard to come across a person who cares? Why do I have to feel lonely every time I so desperately ache for an embrace?