Me Going Into Any Uncertain Situation From Now On: I’M ONE WITH THE FORCE THE FORCE IS WITH ME. I’M

This is so wrong, but I love it

This man makes me quite happy ;3

Some of the street performers in Dragon Age: The Veilguard are people with fushigi balls who, I can only guess, are pretending to be mages and I love them SO MUCH

So…I had a dream after seeing this picture on Tumblr. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but damn, it was fucking emotional. So just imagine with me…share my pain…

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Garrus storms into the Med Bay where you, innocent, Y/n Shepard are out cold, being rushed to the Main Fleet on the Normandy after saving the universe. Now you were the last Shepard…

“Kaidan! Where’s Y/n?!” Garrus shouts, Kaidan is standing by your side. You were a member of the crew, a Lieutenant like James…very close to everyone.

You had been there since the start. Supporting everyone, doing your best to help Shepard- your older brother- even going with him to Cerberus to stop the collectors when you found out he was alive. Even Jack and Javik liked you.

But things went badly on the final mission…

“Garrus, please-” Kaidan tried to speak, tears in his eyes.

“No!” Garrus cut him off. “Where is Shepard?! He has to be okay! He’s always okay!!!” Garrus shouted viciously.

“What could I do, Garrus?! She ran after Shepard! I got cut off from them! What could I have done?!?” Kaidan shouted back, truly wanting to know…because he didn’t.

Both of them cared about you, more than they would admit…now maybe never being able to get the chance. It killed them inside.

“He-…he’s not dead!” Garrus stammered before walking up and grabbing Kaidan by the shirt. “Y/n isn’t dying either! She won’t-…” Garrus couldn’t even function to get words out at that point, going to a low-toned, but heavy, loud and guttural growl. He was too frustrated to think straight.

“Y/n said so, Garrus! If I could have, I would have saved him. Shepard gave his life for the universe, we can’t-…we can’t be selfish…Y/n just lost the last of her family…” Kaidan said grimly, his voice trailing off in hurt.

“Selfish…? You wanna know what’s selfish…? The fact that you didn’t protect Y/n like we promised to do! No matter who she picked!” Garrus barked and Joker came walking in, hoping to check on you, EDI flying with autopilot.

He came just in time to jump between Garrus and Kaidan before they could lunge at each other, practically foaming at the mouths with rage.

“Guys! You’re gonna wake her up and she’ll be pissed! Now shut.up! Y/n wouldn’t want this-” Joker stopped talking when all three heard a small sob.

The room was silent enough for a pin to drop and echo…

They all looked to you. You lay on one of the metal tables, your hair a mess, pooled around your head, your armor was ruined, ash and blood smeared the right side of your face where you had hit the ground at one point. You held your right hand over your mouth, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to muffle your own sobs of grief.

“Y/n…?” Kaidan asked.

You sniffled and gasped in pain when a hard sob came. “A-all of you…g-get out…” You whispered coarsely, trying to find your voice.

“What?” Garrus asked in shock.

You snapped. “I-I said: G-GET OUT!!!” You screamed, your biotics causing loose objects- tools, pens, medicine bottles, papers- to go flying about the room.

They didn’t hesitate, knowing that if they stayed, they were dead, or worse, your wounds would get worse…

They left you alone in your grief…for now…

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My pain is horrible isn’t it? I had this dream a few weeks ago, suffering from the immense feels that I get from ME 3. I literally woke up that morning and wanted to apologize to those characters. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!!! I cried…

It was not a good day after that ;-;

post-veilguard life rookanis idk how to caption this

Accountant AU where the reader works for a small town firm called “Istari Financial.” Making her living after coming home from college, looking after the books for the following local businesses…

The local vineyard, “Greenwood Acres” which has been around longer than anyone can remember, run by a single father as head of the business and a very dedicated team of young employees. Everyone from college hires to long time employees, but nobody in town can quite tell just how old anyone is.

A local business ring run by the Durinson Family who own nearly every business in town. The local brewery, the auto repair shop, the car dealership, the pawn shop, etc. They run everything as a family, but all answer to the head of the family, a bachelor who’s yet to get married as he’s “married to his work.” Though, he secretly has his eyes set on someone in town. Who though? Nobody knows…

The bakery at the center of town, called “Lorien Confection” where the man behind the counter greets customers, serves icecream and brags about his wife while the white witch in the kitchen rolls out goodie after goodie by the dozen of sugar-coated goodness. The baker earning the title of witch as she always seems to know what people want before they do.

The coffee/tea shop doubling as a wholistic whole foods store run by three best friends who rejected their respected posh lifestyles and struck out on their own straight out of college to bring clean, organic food to the town sourced from local farms. A store called “Three Hunters Whole Foods.”

A fish farming organization called “Bard & Son Fishery,” that works hard to protect local wildlife conservation run by a father of three which provides clean, non-gmo fish, hydroponic-grown greens, vegetables and strives to teach young people about respecting the planet and sustainable farming on field trips for the local elementary school.

And who could forget the local bar/restaurant, run by the Baggins family, Uncle and Nephew, along with their friends who provide an atmosphere of home and hearth hospitality to any and all who cross their threshold…right up until somebody asks them to host a party that doesn’t involve their catering.

And last but not least, the readers worst enemy, “Mordor Credit,” the local bank out to screw everyone over and take their businesses. The reader often times being the only thing standing between them and a hefty audit…or worse, an eviction…



So, was no one gonna tell me that Sirius Black was only 36 when he died...? And 22 when he went to Azkaban...??? Or was I just supposed to do the math myself...? I am deeply hurt both by the fact that you people not only don’t throw out enough random HP facts/spoilers, but that you just made me sit down and do math. How dare you all...

Literally gonna be my life

via Dorkly

Probably one of my favorite random things about LotR is the fact that

a) Pippin did a Gollum impression in the books

b) Pippin had never MET Gollum before that point and never would

c) yet it was an ACCURATE impression, as it startled and was recognized by the orc he was speaking to

d) the only possible explanation for Pippin Took’s accurate Gollum impression is this: Bilbo, while telling stories to the eager children, must have imitated Gollum perfectly