i love mass effect more than breathing

me: *takes a deep breath*

me: I lo-

anyone who was around me more than five seconds lately: Yes, you love Liam Kosta, we know, you love Liam so much, he’s your precious baby, your sunshine, you love him so much that your heart is full with love for him, you just love Liam, we KNOW, you love Liam you fucking love Liam ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE LIAM. WE. GET. IT.

anonymous asked:

Have Grace and Cal ever met in passing before she left to Andromeda?

“Hey, Ryder!”

Cal lifted a hand to wave as she turned, only to find Becky Li a dozen feet away and covering the rest of the distance at a jog. The young woman’s dark eyes were brilliant in the way Cal knew indicated either intoxication, excitement, or truly juicy gossip.

“You love me, right? Like, a lot? Like, pretty much the most?”

Cal laughed. “Must be some favor you’re about to ask for.”

Becky swatted at her shoulder. “Funny. No. I am doing you a favor. The best favor. You are actually going to die.”

“Of old age? Before you tell me?”

Rolling her eyes, Becky dragged her arm through Cal’s and began dragging her toward rapid transit.

“Bex—”

“Nope. You’ve got to wait and see. It’s a surprise.”

Cal was not particularly surprised when Becky’s destination of choice was one of the Citadel’s more swanky bars, though she wasn’t sure she had the credits to buy herself even one cocktail, let alone the number she’d need to keep up with Becky. The bouncer gave them the kind of once-over that promised hell to pay if they didn’t behave themselves. By now, Becky was practically bouncing, half-skipping and half-dragging Cal further into the bar.

“Look!” she said. “Look who the professor’s talking to!”

Cal peered through the crush of people and froze in her tracks. She recognized the professor at once, and his body language told her he was deep into a conversation about the Protheans. He was leaning so far over the table his ass wasn’t even touching his seat.

He was talking to (at?) Commander Fricking Shepard.

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anonymous asked:

This is a silly question but, why do you like salarians so much? any reason in particular?

Lmao. I feel like I’m guilty of something. Welp, here’s what I was able to come up with, friend: 

  • I think the fact that there’s an entire race of beings that sound vaguely like Steve Buscemi is pretty entertaining.
  • “Please don’t touch that.”
  • I personally find their lack of a typical sex drive to be both very interesting and quite refreshing.
  • My favorite ME3MP character is the Salarian Infiltrator, so that helps.
  • “Again, I would ask you to refrain from touching that.” 
  • That one salarian during Thane’s loyalty mission that says the only thing he knows about humans is that he likes their food is the best thing.
  • Mordin, Padok, Kirrahe, and Jondum are all just great characters.
  • The fact that they have sadly short lifespans is also interesting to me as well as the fact that they only need maybe like an hour or two of sleep a day.
  • “Once more, the Salarian Union formally requests that you not touch that.”
  • Their homeworld, Sur’Kesh, is my personal favorite of the alien homeworlds because it’s so green and beautiful, and I love the organic nature of their architecture.
  • I really appreciated the how they flavored the world in such varied ways. BioWare made them surprisingly diverse. They had different skin tones, different markings, different personalities. Some of them were bitter and callous (Administrator Anoleis from Port Hanshan on Noveria), some were cheerful as if they’d woke up on the best possible side of the bed (Marab the store clerk from Saronis Applications in the Zakera Ward on the Citadel), and some were just super chill (that smoking salarian in the fish freezer on the Citadel). Some are powerful members of the galactic society (Dalatrass Linron, Citadel Councilors Valern/Esheel) while some are just average workers trying to get by (the construction workers at the Dantius Towers in Nos Astra on Illium). Some are good (Kirrahe, Solik Vass who just wanted to put together some footage of nice things happening to help raise people’s morale during the war with the reapers), some are bad (Dr. Saleon the scientist who illicitly sold organs, Jaroth the Eclipse merc from Omega), and some are far more complex than that (Maelon, Mordin). So, with all those characteristics, they make up a real, living, breathing society. They feel real, so ultimately, I really loved them for that.
  • “Fine. If you are so enamored of that object, then I suggest you get your own feces analyzer.”

Basically, I just love them for so many reasons.

Kaidan doesn’t immediately understand why Shepard bursts into tears when she sticks her toes into the water along the bay for the first time. Surely, a woman who has fought so many things and survived the unthinkable knows what water feels like, at least.

But it’s not until she grabs his hand and pulls him closer, her tears turning into a delighted giggle that he realizes this is new for her. She’s never had the pleasure of living. Thirty some years, and she can finally dip her toes in the ocean and smile, or stand in the rain and know that the worst thing that could happen to her was a slight cold if she stayed out too long.

“Shepard,” he says, his hands resting on her waist. He presses a kiss to the side of her neck quickly. “Are you happy?”

She presses herself up against him and makes herself at home in his arms. She breathes in, knowing the weight of the galaxy can be off her shoulders. He sees her shut her eyes and smile.

“Yeah, I am,” she beams. 

He gently picks up her left hand and slides a glittering ring onto her finger, and she accepts. She curls closer into him and looks out onto the horizon, where the sun begins to set.

“Good,” he says. “Nobody deserves to be happy more than you, love.”