dreams are where the dead go…
sometimes i still think about that mshenko hockey au.
shepard the old dog who everyone says has had his day, and this is probably his last season. kaidan the goalie, who’s an even older dog but goalies, you know, they last a little longer. young buck james the up and comer who likes to give them all hell and tends to play a pretty physical game. lanky vakarian, who is unfailingly where shepard needs him to be at just the right moment. their lists of assists to each other are miles long.
head coach anderson. cortez, everybody’s favorite massage therapist. doc chakwas, who keeps everybody in fighting form. conditioning and skating coaches williams and lawson, who could basically mop the floor with all of them. doc t’soni, the one you talk it out with if you’re worn down.
and don’t forget joker, the publicist and unofficial team comedian.
yeah, shepard’s last season would be a big one.
never discuss religion, politics, or mass effect
Shepard gets old before his time.
He’s old when he’s just a kid in the shelters on earth, growing up hard scrabble with no memories of being held in arms that want to hold him. When he was picked up, it was to be moved aside, put away. Left behind.
He’s old when he’s fourteen, pistol too big in his skinny hand, standing in some dirty alley waiting for Finch to close a deal inside one of the city’s filthiest clubs. Even the alley is lit hot pink in seedy neon, but if they move this red sand they can sleep under a real roof for a night or two. If they move it for the right price, they’ll be able to hit up the ramen stand on the corner and have a bowl each, with meat and vegetables and those salty fishdog slices with the swirls in the middle. If they can’t move it, they’ll take some of it, because when you were starving it was the next best thing. It made you forget. When Finch stumbles outside, grin jagged, and holds up a credit chit, Shepard’s hope sparks. He’s hungry. In that moment he’s young, and hungry.
"The team bulked her up to show that she’s seen a lot of action and is ready to fight in the biggest war the galaxy has ever seen."
i never actually posted these here, only with the fic, and i still kinda like ‘em, so… yeah. teen au kaidan and liara end of summer heart-to-heart followed by cuddly making out.
i feel like the mass effect universe must have suffered from some kind of little mentioned fashion extinction event…
the timeline of ME3 still makes no sense to me like that game is just the ultimate example of the story and the gameplay working at cross purposes.
EARTH IS BURNING SHEPARD HURRY oh hi there sir i overheard you wanting this obelisk i swung by that distant system and grabbed it for ya enjoy your day SHEPARD BUILD THIS GIANT WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION WE NEED RESOURCES oh look it’s half built and we’ve run three missions that’s handy story progression SHEPARD MILLIONS ARE DYING EVERY DAY well we’ve definitely still got time to get loaded and dance badly right hi again Aria hi sorry i blacked out your couch is nice
i think it’s time to accept i’m never gonna finish these since i started them last year and now it’s december again
Thanksgiving rules for the Normandy crew:
Note: Kaidan, we know Thanksgiving was a month ago in Canada. We get it, you guys have always been weird.