theherocomplex:

Summary: For Shepard, death is just another technicality. 

Rating: Mature. An explicit companion piece is on Ao3.

Note: All updates for this story can be found under the “Ghostfic” tag (I’ll still use the “GGIKYLWM” tag too), and I will be updating the name to simply “Ghost" — a bit less cumbersome, don’t you think?

So, so many apologies for the long wait for this chapter. You are all so lovely for being so patient, and so interested in this story, and I can’t thank you all enough. <3

Here’s to life cooperating, and to a regular posting schedule.

And to the last bit of quiet our heroes will get for a very long time.

Ao3 | ff.net

Ghost ‘verse Masterpost

**********

Three days ago, finding Miranda’s sterile, efficient office comforting might have struck Shepard as perverse. Now she had a new baseline for perverse, and she felt closer to relaxed than she had thought possible as they ended their evening meeting. 

"Anything else, Miranda?" Shepard asked, once they had finished going through the next tier of dossiers. No one worth recruiting, no one worth the time. Whoever made up the squad now would be who went with her through the Omega-4 relay, and there’d be no chance for a do-over if she hadn’t chosen wisely. Keep a good thought, she grumbled at herself, and sat back in her chair as she waited for Miranda’s response. 

Miranda didn’t betray any nerves or hesitate; she took the last datapad from Shepard’s hand and placed it neatly on top of the pile. “One thing, Commander,” she said coolly, without a blink as she met Shepard’s gaze. “You’ve lost almost nine pounds since we began the mission, and though Gardner assures me he’s done all in his power to keep you fed, you’re quite skillful at avoiding him.” 

"That’s it?" Shepard burst out, a helpless disappointment coloring her words. She winced and straightened her spine; no matter how well she usually managed to resist a certain vindictive streak in her nature, she hadn’t quite been able to stop herself from anticipating seeing Miranda’s sang froid shattered. After all, Shepard had left her XO in a room with a spirit. A damn unnerving one, too. Who wouldn’t be thrown off? 

Apparently, Miranda Lawson would not. 

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Reblogging for the day crowd! <3

zohbugg:

stardust is a cinematic masterpiece and anyone who says otherwise is very very wrong

(via pandapeza)

96 plays
Midwinter,
The Waters of Sweet Sorrow

hierarchical-aestheticism:

Midwinter - Sanctuary Stone

A young man on a light black horse
Came riding through the wind and rain
Afraid of those who came behind
To try to take him back again
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
For he had slain his own true love
The day before they were to wed
He’s mounted on his big black steed
And left his lady lying dead
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
He’s rode all through the day and night
And rode again another day
But still they follow close behind
That never he might ride away
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling
At last he’s reached the sanctuary stone
Time to stop and rest a while
So here’s to you my young men all
You’ll never take me without trial
Seven times ‘round put your ear to the ground
Can you hear the devil calling?
All on your own by the sanctuary stone
As the winter rain starts falling

(via fuckyeahtraditionalfolk)

Asker Anonymous Asks:
so now the question is: how fierce ARE your eyebrows???
theherocomplex theherocomplex Said:

I don’t know, nonnie! You tell me :P

artforadults:

SUNDUST by Sara Golish -> more

"This year, Sara Golish marks this celebration with her new series SUNDUST, a salute to the fertility of the sun goddess through ten portraits of women from the continent most touched by the sun’s embrace – Africa. Compelled by the lack of female personified sun deities, Golish aims to revise and re-examine the male dominated sun god through the recasting of the past in order to re-envision the future. Released on the eve of summer solstice, the ladies of SUNDUST represent and celebrate all that is light, powerful, and life-giving."

(via brilligspoons)

Weekend plan:

  1. Finish all the loyalty missions in ME2 
  2. Finish Part One of Gates of Summer for (fingers crossed!) posting on Monday (it’s already at 6,200 words hahaha someone help me please)
  3. Finish Chapter G of Rise Up! Rise Up! 
  4. Draft Chapter 41 of Ghost 
  5. Finish first pair of Monkey Socks of the autumn (I knit a pair every year, since they’re quick and fun and I have the pattern memorized)

Totally doable, right? 

Right? 

Pandasize: speaking of bee
bee: I’m so fucking angry you guys
Pandasize: we were just saying how GaVG is more believable
probably lost right now: AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED, YOUNG LADY?
bee: I did not get my eyebrows done for this shit
Pandasize: HAHAHAHA
bee: what is GaVG
bee: GaVG did what now
Pandasize: fuck your eyebrows i’m dead
bee: DID IT END BECAUSE THE AUTHOR TOOK HER PERFECT EYEBROWS AND WENT HOME

Summary: For Shepard, death is just another technicality. 

Rating: Mature. An explicit companion piece is on Ao3.

Note: All updates for this story can be found under the “Ghostfic” tag (I’ll still use the “GGIKYLWM” tag too), and I will be updating the name to simply “Ghost" — a bit less cumbersome, don’t you think?

So, so many apologies for the long wait for this chapter. You are all so lovely for being so patient, and so interested in this story, and I can’t thank you all enough. <3

Here’s to life cooperating, and to a regular posting schedule.

And to the last bit of quiet our heroes will get for a very long time.

Ao3 | ff.net

Ghost ‘verse Masterpost

**********

Three days ago, finding Miranda’s sterile, efficient office comforting might have struck Shepard as perverse. Now she had a new baseline for perverse, and she felt closer to relaxed than she had thought possible as they ended their evening meeting. 

"Anything else, Miranda?" Shepard asked, once they had finished going through the next tier of dossiers. No one worth recruiting, no one worth the time. Whoever made up the squad now would be who went with her through the Omega-4 relay, and there’d be no chance for a do-over if she hadn’t chosen wisely. Keep a good thought, she grumbled at herself, and sat back in her chair as she waited for Miranda’s response. 

Miranda didn’t betray any nerves or hesitate; she took the last datapad from Shepard’s hand and placed it neatly on top of the pile. “One thing, Commander,” she said coolly, without a blink as she met Shepard’s gaze. “You’ve lost almost nine pounds since we began the mission, and though Gardner assures me he’s done all in his power to keep you fed, you’re quite skillful at avoiding him.” 

"That’s it?" Shepard burst out, a helpless disappointment coloring her words. She winced and straightened her spine; no matter how well she usually managed to resist a certain vindictive streak in her nature, she hadn’t quite been able to stop herself from anticipating seeing Miranda’s sang froid shattered. After all, Shepard had left her XO in a room with a spirit. A damn unnerving one, too. Who wouldn’t be thrown off? 

Apparently, Miranda Lawson would not. 

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video game meme → [1/5] heartwarming scenes/moments → edi’s attempts at joking

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