#edit 2: fucking finally

[clown-owo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

#i haven't drawn in like. half a month. which listen i know i don't post much here but i do draw a lot #i have another blog. but also sometimes i just don't post things. i draw for myself #just got burnt out from working on an animation final 😔 #so anyway. eased myself back in with a silly comic about portal #my irl saw my shitty sketch and thought glados was painting chell which is very funny to me. #chelldos #but like. unrequited. glados is obsessed with chell. chell is not having a good time #portal #chell #GlaDOS #GlaD0S #my art #og post #1k #5k #10k #20k #edit: i made this post almost a year ago and it haunts me. theres a typo. chell is out of character. #because i couldn't come up with a good reason for her to be there in the first place #and this was a shitty ms paint replicating drawing that i did just to get back into drawing #i didn't think it would gain much attention #i was Wrong #anyway someone in the comments said this is what happens when you speedrun thats an infintely better setup for the punchline #EDIT 2: ok i fixed it fuck you

[myiliterallyhavenolifegoals]

i'm unwell!!! because in stede's eyes, ned low was right!! ned says "he [ed] only likes you because of your bumbling amateur status" and calls stede blackbeard's "pet" just like izzy did in series 1

so stede steps up as a captain, kills the man who harmed his crew, and suddenly, for once in stede's life, he isn't a joke! the gentleman pirate is taken seriously and welcomed into the pirate community!

and what happens less than 24 hours later? ed calls their night together a mistake, AND LEAVES.

yes, obviously the situation is more nuanced, and these old men are once again struggling to communicate, but i 100% understand why stede went a bit of the rails at the end of episode 7. stede's been so focused on trying to help ed, that he's completely ignored his own ongoing identity crisis and trauma, and after the incident at the academy in series 1, this meltdown was long overdue.

#yes he's being a bitch but it's IN CHARACTER #just because you don't agree with his actions doesn't make it bad writing guys c'mon it's good omens 2 all over again #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death #stede bonnet #ed x stede #rhys darby #i'm a stede apologist first and a homie second i'm sorry lmaoo #i got so excited when i saw the flashback to him as a little boy bc finally!!! stede's trauma gets to be addressed!!! #edit: HE SLEPT WITH ED TO TAKE THE POISON AND TURN IT INTO POSITIVITY WAIT A SECOND WAIT A FUCKING SECOND

[gammija]

a nuance that gets a bit lost in martin 'murder' blackwood is that while he's definitely not against a good killing, it's more of a fun couple's activity rather than true heartfelt passion, you know?

i mean, twice he's had the opportunity to have Jonah get shanked, and he foils them, even though he wants the guy dead. Like, murder is always an option, but he usually tries other, less direct methods first - in fact id say that his trying to be clever and moral still leading up to the end of the world is exactly what drives him to say, ok well fuck it then, let's get our murder on

#tma #tma s5 #martin blackwood #martin #joos yaps #might've made a post like this before. fuck it #referring to 1) melanie making it quite clear she wants to kill elias for the s3 finale #vs martins plan #and 2) s4 finale of course #EDIT: some good points in the tags too about his most infamous Murder Moments being cheering Jon on #instead of doing it himself #when he can convince himself it's not actually his decision #i do wonder often what wouldve been the resulting arc if Martin had the power to end Avatars as easily as Jon in s5 #if he'd been as eager or if the weight of the choice to actively do it would slow him down #if he'd stubbornly gone further with it to ignore that it wasn't changing or helping one iota #or if the guilt (if not for the deaths - for not being able to fix things) would lead to much the same result as it did with Jon

[bwlkins]

Aziraphale wiggles his ear as the Metatron appears.

#DEMON'S GUIDE to ANGELIC BEINGS who WALK the EARTH #good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #good omens s2 #aziraphale my beloved #the metatron #good ineffable omens #good omens clues #good omens analysis #good omens s2 ep6 #good omens metatron #the final fifteen #good omens edit #good omens finale #fuck the metatron

[emblazons]

"If you touch her again, I will kill you. Again."

STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S04E09 - The Piggyback (Part I of II)

#el hopper #max mayfield #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #vecna #st sans visage #st gifs #st edit #my gifs #userallisyn #tuserrae #userkam #usersen #userelz #tuseremilia #useraimz #userpunk #tuserashes #tuserblake #dailystrangerthings #fucking FINALLY #I said I would do this on S4's anni but my bitch ass parents lost my cat while I was in NY and that shook me (she's not found but SEEN atp #also yes. split in 2 as people voted....over a month ago HELP #photoshop also crashed as I made the last gif so I lost the coloring combo for these...pour one out for the second gifset #...THE LAST SANS VISAGES SET OF ALL TIME #holy shit lmao

[sentientsky]

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

on hyper-vigilance

(part 2)

#welcome back folks to another round of what the fuck i made myself cry with a quote I found and then projected onto Crowley #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #goodomensedit #good omens edit #good omens poetry #gomens #gomens 2 #David tennant #Michael sheen #final fifteen #no nightingales #haruki murakami #good omens angst #on hypervigilance

[goodomens-girlie]

WHO WAS GONNA TELL THE ACTOR WHO PLAYS THE METATRON IN GOOD OMENS IS GAY AND MARRIED??

HELLO??

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens show #crowley #good omens fandom #aziraphale #neil gaiman #crowley x arizaphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens edit #fuck the metatron #the metatron ew #the metatron #good omens s2 finale #good omens s1 #good omens s3 #good omens season 3 baby #good omens season 2 spoilers #ineffable divorce #gandalf #the hobbit #good omens theory #good omens the metatron #the ineffable divorce #good omens kiss #the metatron can die #i hate the metatron #fuck the metatron woohoo #can i get a wahoo #this is crazy

[charcubed]

Loki's Sacrifice – "My Body Is A Cage"

(featuring found family + Lokius)

Twitter | YouTube

#lokius #lokius video edit #loki edit #lokius edit #loki finale #lokius meta #loki #mobius #loki series #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius #TVA found family #TVA #TVA loki #char makes videos #chars loki posts #I HAVE HAD THIS VISION FOR 2 MONTHS!! IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET IT DONE. FUCK #the holidays happened + I kept tweaking my approach to this #I have lost the ability to tell if it's good or boring but nonetheless HERE IT IS. I hope it hits

[eleanorenchanted]

Yeah I’m doing totally fine without him, why do you ask?

#free! #free! the final stroke #free! the final stroke part 2 #haruka nanase #rin matsuoka #rinharu #harurin #sharkbait #they are complete fucking messes after they fight #didn’t mamo say their moods really affect each other? #well in my mind he did and that’s good enough for me #they are SUFFERING apart god I love good angst #my gifs #my edit

[alackofghosts]

shhhh

#this would have been peak lineart + audiobook time but for some reason i worked in complete silence through most of it #and mostly between stuff happening at work... #but hey 2h shorter day today so i've been chilling =u= real friday treat #Ardbert #Alisaie Leveilleur #warrior of light #G'raha Tia #fanart #speedpaint #Final Fantasy XIV #i draw sometimes #don't mind my 70 typos in the tags goddammit #EDIT 2: THE EDITENING. fucking forgor tags

[clericofshadows]

CLERIC'S MODEL SWAPS + (IN?)CORRECT QUOTES REGIS SHEPARD/ZAEED MASSANI WHAT IF: Zaeed had a romance scene...? PART 1

#mass effect #zaeed massani #male shepard #commander shepard #shaeed #mshaeed #mass effect 2 #dailygaming #gamingedit #cleric's modding stuff #okayyyy this was hell to set up and I finally fucking did it #I was very selective with this footage because damn these anims are interesting on a masc shep #but y'know what whatever #i almost gave zaeed a cropped n7 hoodie but I was not going to edit anything else #it's his load bearing slutty mockneck with cut outs #other parts to come soon but enjoy this tease for now #regis shepard #cleric's gifs

[reds-skull]

BLOOD||HUNGER

[PREV PART] [AO3]

The finale! Post script will be uploaded right after this, fair warning it's a damn long one lol

Thank you for reading this far, this chapter is called "Where All Permanence Rests". Enjoy!

Edit: I forgot to add the final poem before, it's fixed now!

Page 67 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 18:

The village people, hearing of the hunter’s fall, Find before them, the Blind man and the Beast, Yet they do not look with malice, they do not fear, As the veil has been taken away, their eyes see truth, That this is no Beast, but a man. The Beast, the Cursed Man, He does not rejoice, for the Blind Man has seen him justly, When all saw a monster.

Isla,

I don’t think I’ve ever written an actual letter, like this. Certainly not in circumstances like these. But this is the most secure way to contact you. I shouldn’t talk to you at all, if we’re being honest, but… I couldn’t just leave without a word.

In the following weeks, or days (depending on when this letter will reach you), you will receive news that John MacTavish is dead. And for all intents and purposes, in all ways but physical, I am dead.

I’m writing this to apologize, and to thank you. 

Simon never thought he would return to Mexico by his own volition. Even before Soap, he refused to take jobs anywhere near Central America.

Only Johnny could give him enough strength to be here.

It also doesn’t hurt that they’re not here to fight the cartel.

“déjennos en paz!” a man screams further down the cobbled street. ‘Leave us alone.’ 

From the American-accented shouts that follow, the man’s pleas are ignored, “donte esta el Irani?!”

A woman joins the man, screaming that they don’t know. Simon continues sneaking past dark roofs. They can’t afford to attack just yet - their target has far too many soldiers in their disposal at the moment.

A couple of shots ring out, making his steps falter. The woman screams in anguish. He closes his eyes, attempting to not sink into the familiar embrace of cold indifference, like his instincts tell him to.

Being more than a weapon has its downsides.

“Ghost?”

“Johnny. Solid?” Simon answers on their private comm line, his partner’s voice relieving some of the uncomfortable ache cinching at his guts.

“Aye. Think I can see ye.”

He looks around for a moment, finding the red skull mask across several rooftops, crimson barely visible in the low light, “did you find any sign of the Vaqueros?”

Simon can almost feel Soap’s frustration from here, “negative. Only thing Ah’m seeing are American bastards and fucking corpses.” he grunts, “feels like the Hunter all over again…”

“Focus, Sergeant.”

“I am, LT.” he watches Soap’s form disappear between buildings, “gonna get on the ground, search for anyone we could rescue.”

“Copy, I’ll keep an eye on Graves.” Simon clicks off, knowing they both need the silence. 

I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better brother to you. That I couldn’t take my head out of my arse and simply live a normal life, be normal. I think I never learned how to. But you deserved better. Could you tell maw I’m sorry as well? I don’t think I’ll make it to Christmas in the next… However long I have left to live.

Don’t worry about me (I know you always do, and always will), this is why I wanted to thank you.

After you called, on the day I got the notice of the eviction… I realized I couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t pretend I was fine, couldn’t keep this same, soul-crushing monotony, day in, day out.

Laswell contacted them two days ago, asking them to land in Las Almas and keep an eye on an American PMC called “Shadow Company”. They came to Mexico to collaborate with Mexican Special Forces to capture an Iranian and his stolen missiles. On paper, the citizens of Las Almas shouldn’t have been involved at all.

Graves and his Shadows move to another building, where several men have been rounded and lined up against a wall.

Reality never seems to match what’s on paper, when it comes to wars.

The Shadows lift their rifles, and shoot the civilians.

They don’t know what made Graves turn. But that’s not Simon and Soap’s job to figure out. Their only interest is to minimize civilian life loss and rescue the Vaqueros, the Mexican soldiers the Americans betrayed.

A weak voice on the other side of the block catches his attention. Simon makes the split second decision to take his eyes off Graves and investigate.

“No- let her go!” a woman, a mother, screams at a Shadow ripping a child away from her.

The kid in his arms cries, “Mommy! Mommy!”

“What do you think you’re doing, I’m with the police-!”

Simon catches another soldier moving to shoot, and in a flash, he takes hold of two throwing knives, and buries them deep within the Shadows’ throats.

The policeman and his family look at the soldiers fall with horror and confusion. Simon jumps down, revealing himself.

“Find a vehicle, and get out of the city. The Americans are not going to stop until they find what they want.” he grounds, staring at the cop’s eyes.

The mother asks shakily, “what- why are they doing this-?!” but the cop pushes her and the child, nodding grimly to Simon.

He climbs back up not a moment later. A voice in his mind tells him this maneuver might’ve costed him his cover, but alongside it, Simon doesn’t feel regret. He has learned to appreciate any win, no matter how small. And for those people, it is not small.

So I ran. I can’t tell you to where. I can’t tell you what I found there.

But I can tell you who I met. He’s… fuck, how could I describe him?

He was such a cunt at first, you would’ve ripped him a new one. But I learned he was also running away, in his own way. That he’s been running for a long, long time. And when I met him, when we actually started working with each other…

I felt like I was alive for the first time in a year.

“Ghost” Johnny startles him from thought, “found a Vaquero. Yer…?”

“Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. Who are you?” a farther voice barely comes through the radio.

“Soap. Laswell sent us.”

“Kate Laswell? Are you with Shepherd?!”

Simon grinds his teeth, “we’re not under anyone’s command, Parra. Not military.”

“You’re… you’re mercenaries?” he can hear Parra curse under his breath, “is it just you two?”

“Aye” Soap answers, “Laswell hasn’t burned ye yet - she asked us to help ye.”

The Sergeant Major seems to sigh in relief, hopelessness coloring his next words, “I’m glad. Though… no.”

He sounds more assured when he speaks again, “my soldiers and Colonel have been captured by Graves. I’ll need any help I can get to rescue them.”

“You got it.” Simon rumbles, “any intel on their location?”

“Negative. Alejandro has a safe house outside the city, I might be able to find out if we get there.”

“Alejandro?” Soap asks.

“My Colonel.” Parra says, noticeably sadder than before.

“We’ll get him back, mate.” Soap attempts to comfort, “Ghost, still got eyes on Graves?”

Simon internally grimaces, “...negative. Had to help some civvies.”

He didn’t expect the pride in Johnny’s voice, but in hindsight he should’ve, “understood. Ye see the church tower from here?”

Simon looks at the far distance, a tall building lit by an orange glow towers over the city, “affirm. Lets RV there.”

“Aye. Keep yerself safe.”

“You too Johnny.”

I don’t know how, but I have the feeling me and him were meant to meet. Not in a soulmate kind of way… I’ve been feeling things like that a lot, since I ran. Like this is where I would’ve always ended up being.

You will not meet me again, most likely. Me and him… Just our presence will put you in danger. There’s a reason they had to kill us both on paper. Can’t tell you what we’re doing that required that, but you know I was never one to stick to things like “rules” and “laws”.

We’re not alone in this, we have allies, people that want to do good, but are stuck in a system that refuses to change to do that good. I wish you never experience the amount of evil truly festering this world, and we are fighting so you never will.

He begins combing the streets for Graves’s trail, mostly tuning out the conversation between Soap and the Sergeant Major. From what he does listen to, Graves’ betrayal seemed to come out of nowhere - they had successfully disarmed a missile not a day prior, having interrogated a cartel lord who aided the Iranian.

They were so close to finishing the mission. Which is why, when the Shadow commander turned around and stabbed them in the back, only Parra managed to shake off the shock and escape.

Graves is still on the hunt for the Iranian, convinced he’s hiding in Las Almas, while also searching for Rodolfo. It won’t look good for business if he can’t wrap up things cleanly, Simon muses darkly. He had enough encounters with PMCs in the past to know how they operate.

He eyes a group of Shadows standing around a couple of fresh bodies, all seemingly focused on their comms. 

After a few moments, one of them answers to whoever is ordering them, “I’m here with a few others, sir, we can go search the area for the Mexican.” the soldier pauses to hear the response, “yessir! Let’s go, they spotted him at the northern plaza!”.

The group instantly starts sprinting, Simon following while radioing to Soap, “Johnny, Shadows heading to the northern plaza, said someone saw Parra!”

He hears the Sergeant Major through Soap’s comms, “mierda!”

Simon has to jump over an alley when the roof he’s been running on ended, “I’m on my way to you, can you hold them?!”

Soap huffs in a way that tells him he has something up his sleeve, “we’ll smoke up the plaza, they don’t know Ah’m here.”

He can just imagine Johnny’s sharp grin under his mask, “going undercover, hm? A man after my own heart.”

“Always, Simon.” Johnny whispers, just for his ears. Simon ignores the way it makes a shiver go down his spine.

Up ahead, a plume of smoke rises between buildings. Soap leaves his comms on, letting Simon hear how Johnny takes hostiles down one by one, going quiet until his cover is blown.

In the streets below, more and more soldiers funnel towards the plaza. Simon grits his teeth, pushing his legs to run faster. He will not let Johnny enter a losing fight, not if he can help it.

The shooting abruptly stops, making his heart still. A few moments pass before he can hear Soap’s voice growling, “let him go.”

He can hear the Shadows laughing, a churning noise grating on his ears. Simon slows, keeping to the swaths of darkness.

A half circle of Shadows formed in the plaza, Parra and Soap facing them. In the center, a shadow holds a pistol to a young boy’s head.

Simon doesn’t even attempt to swallow down the disgust that rises in his throat.

“No can do, pal. Drop your weapon and give us the cowboy, or the kid gets hit.”

He drops behind the Shadows, knife slipping down his sleeve silently. With careful steps, he closes in on the center soldier, while Parra curses at them.

Over the soldier’s shoulder, he meets Johnny’s eyes. With no words, they communicate. He waits for Soap’s signal, watching his Sergeant lower himself. To the Shadows, it seems like he’s bending down to place his SMG on the ground, but Simon can almost feel the tension coiling within Soap’s muscles, readying himself to fight.

“Alright, Alright!” Soap shouts, “I’m dropping my gun, just let the boy go.”

Johnny nods minutely. Simon strikes.

In a motion he’s done a million times before, the knife swings in an arc before burrowing into the Shadow’s neck. Simon doesn’t waste any time pushing the body aside, grabbing the young boy and pulling him back.

Soap snarls, righting his gun and spraying bullets to his left, clearing a path for him to take the kid and shove him into cover.

He swings around, ducking under a hostile’s incoming knife, unsheathing one of his own and easily stabbing it into the underside of his jaw. He throws it at another attacking soldier, noticing Soap and Parra being pushed back into a corner.

One of them gets the jump on Soap, the two falling to the ground in a struggle. His heart leaps to his throat, where it shouts, ‘Johnny!’

Simon takes a rifle off of a body, inhales to steady his breath.

Focuses his rage on the targets and shoots.

He drops the gun, rushing to Soap. The bodies on the ground don’t move.

A fast-paced chant screams in his mind ‘where is Soap is he broken is he dead have you failed him-’ 

“Ngh… Steamin’ Jesus, this fucker’s heavy.” Johnny grumbles, shoving the body covering his off.

Simon stares at him for a moment, before dropping to his knees and pulling him up. He searches for injuries on Soap’s body before two gentle hands stop him.

“Ah’m good, mo chridhe. Solid.” Johnny’s hands don’t let go, instead caressing his bloody palms.

An unexpected wave of emotion crashes into him, filling his lungs with warmth. He doesn’t know if it was the split second moment where he thought Johnny might be dead, or the gentle way he’s now comforting him, somehow always knowing when he’s panicked.

Maybe it’s all of it, that makes Simon blurt out, “I love you.”

And Johnny, despite having the majority of his face covered, looks up at him with so much care, blue eyes almost glowing behind the red mask.

Those eyes crescent with joy, Johnny pushing his forehead to bump against Simon’s in affection.

“I love ye too, Simon.”

And Simon finds himself thinking, that this is what he was meant to be.

Fighter.

Human.

Loved.

I’ll be trying to write as much as possible, but if this is the only letter you’ll ever get…

Just know that if I died, I went down fighting, and I went down with him. And I couldn’t have been happier with the way I lived.

I love you so, so much.

-J.M.

Page 100 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 20:

Where is your destination, now that the curse has been lifted, The Blind Man asks, with nothing but kindness on his tongue. I have no place to belong to, the once-Beast answers, Nowhere, but the path I walk with you, my fallen knight. Then we shall travel together, until we return to the earth, And perhaps, if God is to be so merciful, The paths we take will always, and forevermore, Be only by the side of the other.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod soap #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #BLOOD||HUNGER #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #final chapter! was a little emotional while writing it ngl #always a little teary when i finish a project #theyre all dear to my heart #EDIT I FORGOT THE FINAL POEM FUCK

[obnoxiousselfdiagnosedneurosis]

THE VALLEY OF THE END

Hashirama & Madara // Naruto & Sasuke

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #mygif #edit #send post #RAH finally this took 2 hours just to download the fucking episodes #anyways there's no deep thought put into this. I just wanted a visual side by side

[clotpolesonly]

longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car

“...what the hell is a Stiles?”

#twedit #teenwolflegacy #stilesedit #Stiles Stilinski #Teen Wolf #edits by me #manips by me #good god this is ANCIENT #throwback to me fucking around in photopea in goddamn 2020 XD #might as well post it?? i feel like i didn't post it before cuz 1) it ain't that good LOL #and 2) i had half-baked plans to make a captain america scott to go with it #which i definitely never got around to #sooooo here ya go???? #spring cleaning for my drafts since when am i ever gonna be 4 years back in this folder again huh #might as well let it see the light of day finally lmao #official throwback thursday

[hywl]

❝je n'ai plus peur à présent plus peur de ce qui nous arriver ala nuit tombée me rassure❞

Here's a better view of his soul stone, which I wanted to look like a starry night since that's like... Howl's whole aesthetic. The soulstone was his grandfather's from when he was a Queensguard, as it was his father's before him.

#final fantasy xiv #midlander #hyur #oc: howl #1. i finally edited howl's gnb soulstone to be accurate #2. what the fuck is this new post format holy shit this is awful to use

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF TUCHANKA: TURIAN PLATOON

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Lt. Tarquin Victus With: Lt. Steve Cortez and The Ninth Turian Platoon Decisions like these weigh heavy on me- when I was a General, I could pass them up the chain of command. But now? I'm all I've got. I'm beginning to understand why leaders so often seem lonely... Worst case scenarios aren't just theories- they're what you'll be dealing with five minutes from now. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

#mira makes gifs ✨ #sophie shepard #james vega #EDI #steve cortez #mass effect #mass effect 3 #me3 #mass effect legendary edition #dailygaming #i was originally planning to make platoon and bomb one big gifset since it’s 2 halves of one big story #but i ended up splitting it bc i ran out of room due to the post limit 🫠 #i don’t really have the most to say for platoon individually bc these quests are pretty short #but victus and sons y’all are a bit shady for lying to shep about the bomb’s origins if i'm being 100% honest rn #and if i’m being completely honest here keeping something like that secret would have blown up in their faces so fucking badly #with krogan leadership??? like??? like wrex would be fucking peaved about a fucking turian bomb on tuchanka #but like for a second can we imagine wreav??? someone who is already gunning for revenge?? and this was kept a secret??? #i've never had wreav as my krogan leader but i know in my heart that man is out for fucking blood when he finds out about the bomb #but for me it's the way every other race constantly does awful shit to the krogan and wonders why the krogan are “wArMonGeRs!!!” like??? #and why krogan leadership just doesn't give a fuck about anyone else's problems?? which is literally 100% understandable for the krogan #maybe it's bc you guys gave them a STERILITY PLAGUE and planted a fucking BOMB on their planet idk #*inserting soph’s ‘sometimes i understand why the krogan want to shoot everyone in sight’ quote here* #on a final tiny note i like the parallel between that soldier saying “who cares about a few dead krogan?” #and that scene during the normandy summit when wrex says “why should i care if a few turians go extinct?” #i adore the poetic cinema of those lines in parallel with one another #especially when you take into account the fact that victus helps wrex cure the genophage #and then his son helps stop the bomb on tuchanka by sacrificing his life for it #and that wrex sends squads of krogan soldiers to help defend palaven afterwards #it's a nice callback to both those moments imo :)