fact, black cats are less likely to be adopted because of superstition. re blog if you love these little bundles of fur just as much as any other kitty.
‘Time may change me’
Thank you, David Bowie, for everything you left on this planet.
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This is it. This video is everything Mass Effect means to me. I’ll damn near cry every time I watch it, because this story, these characters, have been with me every day of my life for the past six years. They’ve touched me in ways no other fiction, of any medium, has ever done. It’s not even close.
Remember your first trip through the relay? That first time the Citadel opened? The moment you realized Sovereign was a goddamned reaper? Almost losing Wrex. Having to choose on Virmire.Vigil. Walking up the elevator shaft of a shattered Citadel. That shit eating grin when Shepard emerges from the wreckage.
The breathtaking destruction of the Normandy. Shepard’s helpless tumble through space. When the helmet comes off Archangel and it’s Garrus, and you wanted to cry because you were so happy to see a familiar face.
Kaidan walking away on Horizon. The collectors are fucking protheans, what the holy fuck? Tali weeping in your arms. Befriending a geth. Mordin sings. Joker plugging in the overlord. Taking the plunge through the Omega 4 and finding holy shit what the fuck on the other side. Coming home from the suicide mission with no one left behind. Or losing someone you cared about.
Liara is the Shadow Broker. Holy hell.
Spotting Kaidan on Earth. I used to. The first reaper horns. Leaving Earth in a cloud of ash. Almost losing a friend on Mars, in some cases a lover. Hearing Garrus’ voice on Menae, how relieved you were he was alive. Grunt. Oh, Grunt, when we thought we lost you, that rush of excitement when you stumbled back home.
Tuchanka. Where I wept like I’d lost a dear friend. Had to be me, someone else might have gotten it wrong.
Thane, that moment when you thought he’d won…and then that cruel, perfect slip of the blade. Guide this one, kalahira. Punching Han’Gerrel in his flipping gut. Facing down a reaper. On FOOT, you badass. Does this unit have a soul? Losing. To that pansy bitch Kai Leng. Summoning the fleets to Earth, watching them pour out of the relay, standing strong, standing together. Because of Shepard.
Saying goodbye to the ones you love. Go out there, and give them hell. You were born to do this.
I’m proud of you.
The heartbreak. The outrage. Holding the line.
…Citadel. Your friends standing by your side. Laughing. Fighting. For you. WINDING UP ON SET WITH BLASTO. A tattoo. A tango. A shuttle ride. A song. The food of my people. The party. Hanars and sweaters.
A great ride.
The best.
This game is so much more than a game. It’s brought me joy. Laughter. Tears. Friends. Gets me way too excited about a letter and a number.
Happy N7 Day.
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the fact that there’s only about 5000 people who’ve reblogged this scares me. That means that less that 5000 people know where these come from.
I feel old…
very odd
literally every person on earth has read the very hungry caterpillar
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Keng Lye.
Keng Lye painstakingly paints layer after layer of resin to create three dimensional sculptures of various aquatic creatures floating in their hand made habitats:
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Sigourney Weaver photographed by Helmut Newton
She was my first Icon.
I live and breathe Helmut Newton
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