kick to the head

I may or may not have spent the past day trying to map out the Bunker.

This may have involved watching every scene in the bunker since season 8 up till current. Yes, within the last 24 hours.

I may have come to the conclusion that this is impossible.

Sam’s bedroom keeps moving where it is in the bunker. Doors appear and disappear. Doors are placed in walls where they can’t logically go anywhere. Directions are given to rooms that don’t exist. (There aren’t four doors on the left down that hall Sam I counted there just aren’t.) One room may be four separate and distinct locations. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the top of the map, yet I know of three rooms that have to be there. There’s at least one basement and one upper floor. I can’t find the stairs.

Don’t ever try to make sense of the Bunker. Save yourselves.

Highlights from this hospital visit

-Binoj the super flirty nurse from India who asked me to help him put in an IV (is this allowed) and after it was in he said “does it look okay?” WTF binoj?!

-“i changed my mind mom, go ahead and kick binoj in the head.”

-Beardy the phlebotomist. He first appeared while we waited in the ER and the nurses failed at getting a vein. In came this guy with this glorious beard on his face (its actually styled and at least long enough to reach his collar bones). When he came through the door, i immediately caught the weird double take he did and the somewhat uninvited smile. I mean does this guy know me? What is this? He got his blood easily, a rainbow he said as he filled up all of the vials in all of the colors he had and on his way out, he spotted another cart full of supplies and proceeded to empty the cart and fill his damn pockets. Well, i laughed, because what the fuck is happening? And he looked at me, winked and left.
Fast forward to 5am that morning, im asleep and there is a bright light, its the second coming of Jesus, my mom was right, and i must be going to hell like she warned me all my life.

Nope, its beardy. Hes back for more blood. I looked at my phone and said too loudly “jesusfuck! Its 5am!”…apparently, this is just the time of night beardy operates because he was back at 3:45am the next night, this time giving me a heads up “im turning on the light” and i covered my head instantly. I think i was expecting it. HE KEEPS COMING BACK FOR BLOOD AND DOING THE SAME FUCKING THING. Only he tells me “you dont need to get up.” But the bright fucking light in my face seeping through the white sheet that does NOTHING to block it out, and my ineffective eyelids that might as well be made of glass mock me because its 3:43am and beardy is “tuuuuurning on the light” and fuck im AWAKE AGAIN.

Okay it has happened every single night. Its always him and last night i was so tired. So fucking tired. This has been going on for so long i am going to GRAB THAT FUCKING BEARD AND SMASH HIS FACE what the fuck beardy!

Anyway so i thought i dreamed this….but last night i heard it. I know i heard it because i remember it now. I heard him…very very quietly, in the softest sweetest whisper…sweet talking the veins to give him the blood. I believe he called the vein a sweet name like “honey” or “baby” i dont remember what but it took me a moment in my sleepy state to realize what was happening as he tried to get the blood out. Hes talking to the veins.

Im going to ask him tonight if he was talking to the veins last night. I need to know. I ALREADY called him beardy to his face by accident when i saw him pushing his cart in the hallway, i can ask him this. We are already past the weird stage and he stepped on my foot the other night so I mean…he also touched my back as i walked and i thought that was weird.

DOES HE KNOW ME?! He feels familiar. I dont know who this person is. Someone help.

These are all the highlights i can think of so far.


“Last night, in Sweden…”

The unrest continued late into the night. At around 10.20pm police said that there had been a second violent riot, with seven to eight cars set on fire. An hour later they said that some stores in the area had been looted, although there were no reports on the extent of the looting.

A photographer from Dagens Nyheter said he had been assaulted by a group of around 15 people when arriving in Rinkeby to report on the unrest.

“I was hit with a lot of punches and kicks both to my body and my head. I have spent the night in hospital,” he told the newspaper.

Shortly after midnight police reported that things had calmed down in the area.

Reports have been filed on three violent riots, violence against a police officer, two assaults, vandalism and aggravated thefts, according to an update on the police’s website.

What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

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…


saudade (noun) | PORTUGUESE

a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, often accompanied with a denied fact that what one longs for will never come back

“I wonder, can I keep up with it? The speed of the world without you in it.”