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gagafan2009 · 3 months
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My FIFA women’s World Cup mascot if Greece and turkey get chosen to host the 2027 Womens World Cup
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Meet my Mascot OC’s Amara the Chimera and Ahu the Kangal Shepard dog
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ghostofthemost141 · 3 months
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I'll Be Back Chapter 6
Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.7. Ch.8.
About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.
!Warnings!: Suggestive Talk and talk of Death
Notes: Plot kind of changed a little bit. I was gonna have it to were Alejandro was dead but then comes back but decided to change it to were he may have died but is deemed alive for 'whatever reason'. Regardless, hope y'all enjoy it.
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“..de-” 
*RINGRING*
Rudy was caught off with his phone ringing loudly. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing obnoxiously. I nodded at him to answer, still mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the worst. 
“What do you want, Graves?” Rudy snared into his phone upon answering. 
Rudy’s face slowly morphed from anger to confusion and then to complete surprise. 
“Um..uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Bye.” Rudy mumbled, hanging up the phone. 
“Is everything alright?” I asked. 
“Yeah..Uh Graves just told me that Alejandro is alive.” 
Relief washed over me as Rudy said that. 
“Oh fuck.” I croaked out, trying not to cry as I just was on the brink of. 
“He did get shot in the head but Graves just told me he miraculously survived and that he wants to see you now.” Rudy explained to me. 
“Okay, okay, okay uh, I..” 
For a split second I thought Rudy was going to tell me that my husband was dead, but instead he is alive but injured. A loud exciting bark occured as Winston realized who was here. 
“Oh Winston, I have to leave, let me go put you in your crate.” I said as I picked him up, “give me a second please.” 
“Of course, ma’am.” Rudy said as I sauntered off to his kennel that was on the other side of the living room. 
“Okay Winston, I gotta go get Daddy, he is hurt but I’ll be back alright? Here’s your teddy.” I tell him as I sit him down gently on his bed, giving him his teddy so he knows it's there. 
Winston bit down on the teddy and got comfortable in his bed, tending to his toys. Seeing that he was comfortable, I shut the door to his cage and quickly grabbed my jacket and purse. I rushed out with Rudy, making sure the door was locked as I shut it. 
“What happened?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat of Rudy’s car. 
Rudy started the car and peeled out of our driveway, heading straight for our local hospital, driving as fast as he legally could. 
“He used himself as a human shield and was shot in the head. He went limp on top of me. I thought for sure he was dead but..” Rudy stopped, his face burrowing into frustration. 
I can see the frustration on his face, but I selfishly didn’t care. All I cared about was that my husband was alive and that he was okay. You can survive headshot wounds, it’s rare, but it can happen. I can tell Rudy was still confused but I could tell that internally he was happy that his Colonel was alive and well. 
“But he is indeed alive. And I am happy that for your sake he is alive.” 
“For your sake too, Rudy.” I added, with a smile. 
Rudy gave me a smile back as the rest of the drive up to the hospital was a silent one, but in a good way. 
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“He’s just in here.” Rudy said as we stopped at a hospital room door. 
I could hear some muffling talking in the room, indicating that Alejandro was not the only one in there. For some reason, that made me hesitate going in there. 
“Is he..” 
“His usual self? Yes.” Rudy finished what I was thinking. 
I gave another sigh of relief hearing Rudy say that. I knocked on the door loudly to indicate my presence. 
“Not right now!” A nurse’s voice yelled from inside the room. 
What. The. Fuck. Just hearing that made my blood boil and burn inside. 
“It’s his wife.” I announce. 
“Don’t care.” 
I busted open the door, barging in. 
“Don’t tell no damn woman to wait after she found out her husband is alive after getting shot in the goddamn head.” I growled, immediately getting into the nurse’s space, “how dare y’all?”
“Querida..” A low, husky voice called to me. 
I turned to my left, seeing Alejandro in the hospital bed, with a big bandage wrapped around his head and in a hospital gown. He looked like himself but not at the same time. 
“Alejandro.” I cried out, nearly jumping into his arms but I had to hold myself back in doing so. 
I held him tightly as he did as well the best he could. I leaned my head onto his chest, feeling the heavy tears escape out of my eyes, staining his gown. 
“Oh my god.” I say, leaning up to look at him. 
Alejandro weakly smiled at me, holding my hand tightly. 
“You’re alive.” I croaked. 
Alejandro chuckled. 
“Sí, te dije que volvería.[Yes, I told you I would be back]” Alejandro told me. 
I chuckled, knowing that it was indeed him. It was Alejandro Vargas, my husband. My dear husband. I leaned in and gave him a passionate, deep kiss. Alejandro kissed back, holding my cheeks as he did so, feeling his familiar stubble touching my face. I pulled away, giggling in response and rubbing his stubble. 
“What? Do I need to shave?” Alejandro asked. 
“No. I just missed you is all.” I said, feeling his stubble prick my hand. 
Alejandro’s eyes gazed over behind me. I turned to find Rodolfo standing there, not awkwardly but definitely waiting for both of us to have our moment. 
“Rodolfo.” Alejandro called to him, causing me to back away but Alejandro held my hand, keeping me in place. 
“¿Señor?” Rudy said, approaching him. 
“Did we..did we take down the cartel?” Alejandro asked, wincing as he talked. 
“Yes sir we did. Thanks to you.” Rudy thanked him, making him chuckle. 
“No, that was all you, Rudy. I knew I made the right decision with you taking over Los Vaqueros.” Alejandro told Rudy, with a beaming smile. 
Rudy smiled in response, knowing he was appreciative of hearing those words from his Colonel. 
“Everything is going to be okay.” I said, leaning onto Alejandro’s chest. 
Alejandro chuckled, pecking my head in response knowing he felt the same way. 
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“Are you okay?” 
I had just put the car in park in our driveway and Alejandro was doubled down over, holding his head. 
“Hmhm, yes querida.” Alejandro croaked out. 
I placed a reassuring hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. 
“I’m sorry, Alejandro.” I apologized. 
“Esta bien mi amor. No necesitas disculparte.[It’s okay, my love. No need to apologize.]” Alejandro told me, placing his hand on my thigh. 
He gripped it gently, but I could feel the tension and pain he was feeling. The doctor prescribed him some pain killers but it is only a temporary prescription so he can only take it when he really needs it and the shit practically knocks him out into a deep sleep. 
“Do you want your meds?” I offer. 
“No, no it’s okay. Estoy bien.” Alejandro said with his best reassuring tone. 
I sighed, knowing he was hurting but he was trying to put on a brave face for me. He didn’t need to do that but I know that no matter the circumstances, he was going to do that. 
“You can hold onto me to go inside.” I offered again. 
“Thank you, mi amar.” Alejandro thanked me. 
I nodded as I got out of the car, gathered up all of our belongings, and met Alejandro on the passenger side. I could tell any slight movement he made would send shooting pain up to his head. 
“Easy, amor.” I cooed to him, trying to make him take it slow. 
I helped Alejandro out of the car and he held onto my shoulder as we made the slow walk to the front door. I fished for my keys and unlocked the front door, immediately getting greeted by loud, joyful barking, which made Alejandro cringe with pain. 
“Winston, shush!” 
“It’s fine, he doesn’t understand.” Alejandro mumbled, “he will stop barking if you let him out.” 
“True.” I said, as I helped Alejandro to the couch. 
Alejandro laid down on his back onto the couch, softly groaning in pain as his head hit the cushion. The thought of him seeing him miserable and hurting, hurt me more on the inside. I turned to let Winston out who immediately stopped the barking and ran to Alejandro, jumping onto his chest and his nose nudging his nose with his tail wagging so fast that his butt was shaking. It was a cute sight. Alejandro chuckled, petting Winston’s fluffy little head. 
“Hey little guy. Take care of your mom for me?” Alejandro asked him, earning a kiss from Winston. 
“I’d take that as a yes.” I said, laughing. 
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“Do you feel alright?” I ask Alejandro, turning back to him. 
“I mean,” Alejandro smirked, his eyes grazing up and down at me, “I have a great view.” 
I chuckled, covering my blushing face as he said that. 
“You perv.” I joked, hitting him with my towel. 
“Am I being perv or just admiring my wife in all of her glory?” Alejandro said. 
He’s not wrong. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned back to the shower to check the temperature and make sure the shower chair was stable. 
“Doctor said showers were okay but to make sure my head stays in the open air so it doesn’t get infected.” Alejandro informed me, remembering that his wound was in the back of his head. 
I nodded in response, feeling the water be at the right temperature. 
“It’s ready.” I say as I approach him. 
Alejandro was already undressed and ready for me to walk him in. Due to were the bullet hit him in his brain,  he has to work on his physical balance and footing, in which I of course don’t mind at all helping him at all and taking him to his appointments. 
“I got you, Ale.” I reassure him as I wrapped my arm around him, and onto his hip, keeping his body in place with mine as we slowly made our way to the shower. 
I could feel Alejandro’s footing slick a little once we made it to the shower floor and he hesitated. 
“You’re okay, Alejandro, I got you.” I reassure him. 
“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, Amelia.” 
“You won’t.” I retort back. 
Alejandro chuckled. 
“My stubborn little ángel.” 
I rolled my eyes, as I helped Alejandro sit down on the medical chair that was placed in the middle of our shower. 
“Thank God we opted for a big shower.” I comment, standing in front of him. 
“Well we know the real reason why we did that.” Alejandro mentioned. 
“God, you sly dog.” 
Alejandro just chuckled at me saying that, knowing damn well he was practically getting a show. 
“Water temperature okay?” I ask, letting the water fall on him. 
“Perfecto.” 
I nodded as I scanned over to see what shampoo to use on him. 
“Amelia.” 
I turned to find Alejandro staring me down but in a suggestive way. 
“What do you want, Señor?” I ask, returning the same energy. 
“Come sit on Papa’s lap.” Alejandro demanded. 
“Yes sir.” 
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“How’s your head?” 
“Better. Gettin’ sleepy though.” Alejandro mumbled, his hand movements through my hair getting slower and slower. 
“I know you want me to keep laying on your chest but you can’t be laying on your wound.” I reminded him. 
“I know, I know. Five more minutes.” Alejandro said. 
I held him tighter, just feeling grateful that Alejandro was here with me and he was okay. Alive. 
“When do you want to start trying?” I ask. 
“We can as soon as possible.” 
“Well I want you to be better first.” I say, craning my neck to be looking up at him. 
“I know,” Alejandro said, stringing my hair through his fingers, “but I know it’s something that you want.” 
“I mean, you want it too right?” 
“Of course, querida. You would be a great madre.” Alejandro told me. 
“And you would be a great padre.” I say back, leaning up closer to his face to were his stubble was touching me, “I just hope we don’t have to go at it like rabbits to make it happen.” 
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Alejandro remarked. 
I just rolled my eyes at him, giving him a peck on his chin. 
“Can I ask you something?” I ask. 
“Anything.” 
“Um..” I pause, thinking on how to properly ask this, “what did it feel like?” 
“Did what, Amy?” 
“Uh, well dying. I mean Rudy swears you did, but Graves says otherwise.” I say. 
Alejandro’s doe brown eyes stared into mine, and I could feel as if all of his emotions he felt when it all happened. 
“It was..weird. I didn’t really feel anything. One second I was awake and then the next was blackness. I felt like I was floating infinitely in just darkness. I could hear everything going on around me but couldn’t see it. And real quick I was back.” Alejandro explained to me. 
Just hearing that made me squeeze him really tight. 
“Cariña.” Alejandro mumbled, feeling my tight squeeze. 
“I’m sorry it’s just..you were almost gone.” 
“But I am still here.” He reassured me. 
“I know.” I say, “you should probably roll over now.” 
“Okay.” He mumbled. 
Alejandro cringed as he rolled over onto his side, facing me and I did the same thing. 
“If you need to use the restroom, then wake me up okay? I don’t want you to fall.” I say, feeling myself get woozy. 
“M’kay.” Alejandro said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. 
I kissed back softly, just happy that he was here. He would be here forever. 
*BEEP* 
Just as I was dozing off, I heard my phone beep indicating someone sent me a text. Weird. Who would be texting me at this hour? 
“Who is..” Alejandro’s drowsy voice spoke with his eyes halfway open. 
I rolled over to look and see who it was. 
Graves. 
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rhysdarbinizedarby · 2 years
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We're still buzzing about the Armchair Expert Podcast episode with Dax Shepard, Monica Padman and guest Rhys Darby, which was recorded on our #Dad2Summit stage and will be released later this spring. Thanks to everyone for making it all possible!
Photo credits to Dad 2.0 on Facebook
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Bonus: click here to listen Armchair Expert Podcast with Rhys Darby
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elfrootlover420 · 7 months
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smashing the f12 key everytime they are in the same frame together like I'm getting paid for it
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ariachaos · 5 months
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Nah cuz now i need to know how kaiser would react to his younger sister actually being more good looking and better than him at a lot of stuff and more spesificly soccer too
i apologize for the unnecessary angst last time
(i'm not sorry 100% do it again you've been warned haha)
ᵏˡᵉⁱⁿᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶻᵉˢˢⁱⁿ !!
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being kaiser's little sister includes...
in the context michael actually likes you, then he's probably one of the best big brothers in the series. it's a big difference, but i can't see him half-assing his role as a big brother. for him, it's either or and there's no in-between.
yk the huge tattoo he has going from his neck to his hand? yeah, you have the same one but on the opposite of your body with a slightly different crown.
the two of you also dye each other's hair, but sometimes michael changes your color to see if it would look good on him. so far, he's tried matcha green, pastel pink, pastel blue, dark red, maroon, violet, navy, and hot pink.
he has and will spoil you with gifts spontaneously. especially on the days leading up to your birthday or holidays.
basically sees you as his mini me when he sees you practicing soccer, but then gets shocked to the moon and back when he hears that you've been doing some modeling on the side.
kind of upset you didn't tell him, but considering how he's always tired when he comes home from practice, michael lets it slide.
will never admit it but he can't sleep well without you passed out next to him. it's been like that since the two of you were toddlers, but michael really can't get a good nights without seeing you physically there and sleeping.
which makes games outside of the country really hard on him because you're not there for him to smother with unconscious affection (he drools in his sleep, but you've grown immune to it).
contrary to my previous headcanon about michael, he would never lay a hand on you. you're his precious little sister who is obviously too good for the world. sometimes, he thinks you deserve a better brother than him because you're too nice of a person to be dealing with someone as self-centered as he is.
and for you, it's visible when he has those moments because he's looking at you with a blank face, but his eyes look faraway and sad.
so you have this routine that you do when he's sad like this. step one: buy mihya's favorite snacks. step two: get him his favorite wine (only one cup!). step three: offer to play soccer with him!
with these methods, you're guaranteed to have your big brother up and running again as per usual!
mihya loves playing soccer with you, and if he's in a good mood, he'll let you win! for him, giving you a self-esteem boost is self-care <3
having mihya as your older brother means ness is also your token brother too! and honestly, ness didn't like you at first because mihya obviously loved you sm, but you grew on him.
you're so sweet and adorable, and your skills at soccer are nothing to sneeze at. he couldn't help but take a liking to you when you're offering him snacks almost every day!
ness sees you as a kinder version of michael, which isn't wrong, but you're definitely easier to please and just overall friendlier than your older brother.
and yes, mihya does serve as a scary dog privilege, and he's not retiring from it anytime soon. has gotten you a german sherpard or two so you can be safe during the night when you're home alone. if he's not there to protect you, you have your fluffy guardians to do it <3
he claims that a real man would never allow his little sister to throw hands on her own when he presented the two furballs to you, which leads you to name them Schwert and Schild (sword and sheid in german).
nicknames for michael: mihya, bruder (brother), prinz (prince), pfau (peacock), arrogant bastard, bully or schikanieren.
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freckles-things · 1 year
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Introduction / Masterlist
So, I guess it's finally time to introduce myself. It might be 7 years too late, but better late than never, right?
Julia | 25
Pan, so this blog is lgbtqi+ safe :)
This is my side blog, so I follow and like from @potterheadandsherlocked
I love writing, art and travelling. I also enjoy reading and appreciate photography and architecture.
I try to treat everyone I meet with kindness and respect, if you do decide to contact me, please do the same.
I am open to meeting new friends/mutuals and talking to others on a personal level. Please do not send unsolicited nsfw messages or content to me.
This blog might contain nsfw content, and is not suitable for users under the age of 18.
Asks: Go nuts! Question about my works? Yes! Request for a little drabble? Sure! Imagine requests? I will try, but I am a very slow writer. :’) 
Fandoms I write for: Criminal Minds; NCIS; BBC Sherlock; BBC Merlin; Harry Potter; Good Omens; The Sandman; Enola Holmes; Bridgerton; Outlander; the Black magicians guild; Top Gun; Supernatural
I also write for celebrities as long as they haven't explicitly stated that they're uncomfortable with it. If in doubt just message me and I'll let you know if I know who the person is and if I will write for them.
The same goes for fandoms. If there's a fandom not listed here you can always just ask. Chances are that I might know the show/film/etc. and feel confident that I might be able to write for the requested characters. The above list is just an indication for the fandoms I'm definitely comfortable writing for.
Masterlist
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
Losing the Shadows (Aaron Hotchner x reader) | part 1 | part 2
In the Eye of a Hurricane (daughter!reader)
Imagine Hotch comforting you (platonic)
Imagine embarassing Hotch in front of the team
Imagine giving Hotch a sassy answer
Imagine secretly dating Hotch and him always teasing you when the team is around
Imagine Hotch looking at you walking towards the altar
Signs of the Past (Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader)
Derek Morgan
Of Dates and Cases
Imagine Derek calming you down (platonic)
Imagine being best friends with Derek and pranking Reid (platonic)
Something Domestic
Spencer Reid
Imagine having a nightmare and calling Reid (can be read as paring or platonic)
Imagine meeting Reid and going to be his best friend (platonic)
You are Weird | part 1 (platonic)
Imagine Reid trying to save you from an unsub
Imagine surprising Spencer on a hard day and giving him a backrub
Imagine Dating Reid
David Rossi
Imagine bickering with Rossi
BAU!Team
Out of Time (BAU!Team x reader) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Moodboards
Harry Potter
Severus Snape
Imagine duelling with Severus Snape
Draco Malfoy
The Beauty of your Smile (Draco Malfoy x reader)
Imagine Draco always sending you hidden messages
BBC Sherlock
James Moriarty
Imagine dating Moriarty
Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock stopping work at crime scenes to answer your text
Imagine Sherlock telling you that he loves you
Imagine being Sherlock's and John's roommate
Stolen Love (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)
Fantastic Beats
Imagine having a pet niffler
NCIS
Nightly Disturbance (Jenny Sherpard x Gibbs)
Anthony DiNozzo
Imagine being Tony's best friend and getting sassy with Gibbs (platonic)
Ziva David
Being best friends with Ziva would include
Abby Sciuto
Imagine Abby calling you in to help her with a computer problem to McGee's dismay (platonic)
The Joker
Imagine the Joker having a soft spot for you
Lucifer (TV)
Lucifer Morningstar
Rescued by the Devil
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allsadnshit · 1 year
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Got matchas with my very hot husband even though it's rainy and stopped at the grocery store on the way home to get stuff for roasted sweet pepper tomato soups and grilled cheese + lamb sherpard's pie for dinner !!!! Plus tiny kabocha squashes because I can't resist them...
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revisitingfandoms · 2 months
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Idea prompt 4- The past Is always the cruelest
Pure vanilla died and awoke.
He awoke as himself- but he knew something was wrong from the very beginning.
He was held by a female cookie he'd never recognized- a cookie that was his mother. Had it just been that and there was nothing from his past- prehapes he woud have moved on- had it not been two outstanding factors.
One, his mother looked like a younger, female verison of Shadow Milk Cookie.
For second, he met the man who raised him and told him to call him uncle.
And it was a cruel realization that came to him.
He was back in the past, yes, but he was in a different past. His father had never once mentioned his mother until the day he'd died- yet it was cruel to learn only by going to the past the man who raised him wasn't his actually brith father.
Atleast that wasn't as bad as the realization that he was related to shadow milk cookie in some capcity.
Based off the second idea prompt, but from time traveling PV's prespective. But its also kinda funky with its own twist PV would turn out so different with a living mother in a tavern then the sherpard father he was raised with orginally.
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whoismars · 3 months
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something that happened was when i was alone with my dogs (Australian Sherpards and they are pretty big) and i was sitting on a park bench and then this middle aged dude approached me from behind so my big fat dogs (love them) weren’t visible and the guy goes “hey gorgeous, i see you. you alone?” and he puts his crusty musty dusty hand on my shoulder and i (probably shouldn’t have done this) turn around but that’s also when my dogs saw the guy and started barking at him and then the guy goes “UGH YOU’RE A FAG AND THOSE BITCHES ARE FUCKING ALLIES” and then leaves
scared the shit out of me at the moment but i laugh abt it now
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simowis · 10 months
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Sth about Javik
*English is not my first language, I use DeePL to translate my words:
Listen to a few back and forth game videos of Javik's lines. Javik is a polite, introspective man who sees himself as a man of high standing but not arrogant and cocky. Apart from the shock at getting the beacon for this cycle, which he still wasn't ready for, and the video where he was beaten home by the reaper, Javik talks concisely, one sentence at a time, without being condescending, happy or angry; even the deterrent and warning tones are calm, but more excited when fighting. With the crew, Javik stood second fiddle to the leader without a second thought, such as when Mordin wanted to dissect him and he 'approved'-approved, as long as the premise could be beaten; such as the walking position with his hands behind his back. It took him a long time to accept the Norman crew, such as to the liara's willingness to address him by his first name until after the fall of Thursia. All except to the commander . He is so bland as to offer his own insights of blood and tears, lessons learned after hellish experiences, while at the same time cautioning the ramp to 'not trust others blindly'. I don't think I've ever heard him call the protagonist by his surname sherpard, always just commander commander, even when drunk with a trill. The gift of the Prothean makes lying to be pointless for them, I guess, and Javik is in this cycle, learning how to joke and lie. The part where he interacts with vega and vega says are you trying to make a joke, he literally makes up a joke and shows 'joking' through his actions. After that he learns to be ambiguous, in the poker passage in the DLC, he says wouldn't the guy who lost this cycle get the death penalty? In the silence of the others at the poker game he adds that you primitives really do believe in everything and lightens the mood. And yet the passage to the casino where if you take him he also says to the security guard that playing such risky games would have been a death sentence in his own time, so it's not a joke, he's just tempering the atmosphere to round off what he's saying as true. But again in the God's Keep DLC when he's sitting on the couch he'll say that liara believes electricity was invented by the Prothean Immortals and that she believes everything I say. It's clear that in this time period he has indeed learned to lie and troll, and enjoys the pleasure of keeping the opposite side guessing. But he is not used to lying yet, and when faced with the Commander he only tells the truth. When just awakened the commander shook Javik's hand while he turned his head and walked away on the passage. My understanding is that having the gift of sensing memories by touch and being in great shock, he should not want to immediately shake a hand to confuse himself even more. They Protheans shouldn't be in the habit of shaking hands equals making friends - they probably rely on their eyes and aren't sure what the gesture signifies, and to Javik this handshake from Shepard is another sign to 'come and deliver more contemporary information... ...' and he says: No, let's talk about it on board, I need to collect my thoughts'. ...... And gradually during his short life in Normandy he learned the meaning of a handshake, and if the protagonist hesitated and missed it when he offered his hand before the final battle, he would say flatly I see, and everyone avoided shaking hands with him. Just, don't do it... He was frozen in time at the end of the reaping of the lives of his entire race, and woke up just as the next cycle of life reaping was starting. He had a loyal and good crew like those in Normandy, only to be forced to slit their throats one by one after they had been indoctrinated, thanks to the strong life force of the Protheans, and had to watch them bleed dry before he could finish; in his cycle, the people had to bury the indoctrinated children quickly and indifferently; compassion only led to greater sacrifice; he learned this lesson and commanded Having learnt this lesson, he commands a refuge of 100,000 people, only to hear at the last moment in the stasis chamber that he is alone - and to wake up in despair at the end of a new cycle, where everything changes, but reapers still. He is in fact half-dead, despair already part of his body, while willed to remain the same, vengeance. He saw the naivety of the Normandy crew and said "standing on the bones of billions of corpses, does dignity still matter", which he did not envy. When he first joined the mission, he simply said that these horrific cases warned the protagonist and his teammates that there would be more hell to come, so be prepared for it. He is so cold-blooded that he habitually converts his friends into warriors and cannon fodder, he can no longer imagine mutual aid and unity between different races, and he is already aware of this, so the admonition 'don't trust others blindly' is directed at himself. When asked by passers-by what the future holds for him, he habitually spells out a desperate future, but at the slightest click of a sherpard, he immediately adjusts his speech to cheer them up, and is even open to taking a vid to inspire them in the DLC. This is all because of SHERPARD. meeting initially, he learns that it was SHERPARD who made the loop's reaping delayed, something his loop failed to do. The fire that had been rekindled in the deadly ashes of that despair burned brighter and brighter as a few smaller reapers fell. He touched traces of the cabin's past and in turn explored the whole ship; he stood by the EDI's kernel and confronted the AI; he got the Legion's drawings and a whole row of dismantling tools lay on the floor of the cabin; he discovered that there had once been a Normandy 1 and the fact that Commander SHERPARD had died once. He must have compared the similarities and differences between his ship, its crew, and himself and sherpard. They had both faced countless life-and-death situations, both died once, both faced the weight of despair directly. sherpard had half of Proxian's touch-sensitivity and never shied away from him, which is why he asked the question that he could only ask of a friend, or even a dear friend: whether he wanted to experience the past again. The best end for him would be to die on the final battlefield, in that portal to the Citadel; or to be in the position of Anderson, or to exhale his last breath under the red light. It's no wonder that there's a relative consensus in the homo sapiens about what happens to Javik after the war, when he's rescued and says "My own life means nothing, I...". Joining the clan can only be a sure thing in the future if he isn't given a purpose to survive. I just really don't want to see such a polite, introspective, subtle, determined, quietly burning soul of the last prothean just go back to his own clan after it has burned out. Whether it's writing a book, travelling, digging up all the Proxian people for a restoration, just stay alive! Even if he looks like a big cockroach. That's all I have to say for now.
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ohworm-writes · 5 months
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Going to continually edit and add onto this post as I play MW3 so read at your own discretion.
JULIAN KOSTOV THE MAN THAT YOU ARE HELLO SAILOR YOU CAN COME SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE NEAR ME C’MERE
FARAH!!! The love of my life hello sweetheart I love you.
FUCKING ALEXXXXXX!;(/$?: OH MY FUCKING GOD YES HELLLOOOOOOOOO AAHSHAHAHFV I MISSED YOU SO MUCH ☹️☹️☹️
Accurate sports prosthetic >>>
I’m obsessed with these open combat missions I love them so much - reminds me a lot of Far Cry right now.
PRICEY POO HEYYYYY! SO HAPPY I GET TO PLAY AS YOU POOKIE DONT WORRY ILL KEEP YOU ALIVE. IVE GOT YOY
Edit: I died like 4 minutes after this what the fuck
HATLESS PRICE >>>
GHOST YOURE SUCH A DICK TO PRICE LMAO
Price and Farah’s relationship >>> love that she scared the shit out of him she’s so real
I thought Farah died I was going to kill someone
DONT FUCKING TELL ME THAT IM PROPHETIC I GUESSED THAT LASWELL WOULD DIE PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK
NIKOLAIIIIIIIIII RAAAAAAAAA
THE FUCKING MUSIC HES LISTENING TO GOD BLESS HES SO REAL (AND FUCKING HOT LIKE HELLO?:?:)!)
YURI ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
WE GET TO PLAY AS LASWELL???? HOLY FUCK???
Not Nick’s callsign being Yankee I’m dead
NOOOO YURI DONT GIVE LASWELL THE CIGARETTE. HER WIFE WANTS HER TO QUIT REMEMBER??/?? WHAT THE FUCK):)2!/
LASWELL DONT TAKE A FUCKING DRAG WHAT THE FUCK.
OH THANK FUCKING GOD SHES ALIVE THANK FUCKING GOD.
No no no no no
I’m not ready
WE’RE A PASSENGER?:)/))/)/ FUCK?:?:)/
Nevermind she’s ULF okay okay this is fine
NEVERMIND
HE HAS A GUN
Makarov is genuinely so fucking scary Yuli did such a good job holy fuck I’m obsessed with him in the best way possible.
Gaz and Nick’s relationship >>>
PRICE TELLING NIK TO STAY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH GOD ❤️
Ew Sherpard trigger warning
“Ghost that is not nice” GRAVES I FUCKING LOVE YOU LMAO
“He is a ducking liar Kate” REAL
BSGSHSGAJJS JOHNNY AND SIMON AND SHGSIAGSGABSBEBWHDJFJKWS THEM
GRAVES GETTING HIS HANDSHAKE REJECTED LMAOOOOO GOOD FOR YOU GAZ
GRAVES LOOK DAMN FINE IN A SUIT GYATT
Oh nvm you lying whore die I hate you Graves
Shepard can always and forever go fuck himself
Soap smoking and for what??? You tell him ghost get his ass
HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU CAN PET THE DOG AND DOUBLE FUCK ITS RILEY HOLY FUCK HOLY SHIT USGSGAGSHHAA RILEYYYYYY
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skiplo-wave · 8 months
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What abt a live action bluey. With real blue ans red heeler dogs
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No!
We don’t need live action for Sherpard dogs family
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meowzfordayz · 7 months
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Hi T, I'm feeling terrible for sending two asks so close to one another, but I'm having a pretty bad crisis right now... So I thought that maybe if you have the time and space for an emergency request, that would be awesome... I'm so scared right now that I'm doing the right things in life... So can I request some Inosuke (+ Uzui, only if you have the time) with an S/O who's having an existential crisis?
Ps: my roommate's boyfriend just brought home a German shepherd puppy and it's adorable.
Hihi Aza !! 😁 There's nothing to feel terribly for — I enjoy all of your Asks. ☺️ I hope you're feeling ~better since sending in this emergency request, and if not, then I hope along the way helps a lil. 🥺
Existential crises are so tricky to navigate — self doubt and feeling helpless suck, but fortunately talking w/ friends and keeping busy (+ going to sleep vs spiraling 😬) can mitigate the worst of the effects. Ofc, leaning on friends, keeping busy, and actually sleeping are all easier said than done. 😅
My lil tidbit of unsolicited advice: at the end of the day, you decide what's right for yourself (other than, y'know, m*rder 😝), so even tho living can be scary, at the very least know that you get to define what's right for you.
P.S. Eek German sherpards are so cuuute. 🥺😍 And a puppy?! I bet it's sooo fluffyyy. 😭💘
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lykegenia · 9 months
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For the cafe ask: mocha, mint tea and herbal tea? (I now crave a nice drink haha)
Yeah, these asks are making me want to break out the fancy tea in the back of my cupboard...
Mocha : Dream Job?
Not so much a job as a general vision: I want a small herd of (Highland) cattle, a flock of chickens, and a Rottweiler named Sherpard to go out and about with me on my low-input regenrative agriculture farm.
But since that dream is out of my reach unless I marry a farmer, being a painter with a Renaissance-style patron will haveto do. I did flirt with the idea of becoming a garden designer a few years ago, but the practicalities of budgeting and time management are really, really boring to me.
Mint Tea : How do you relax?
ASMR videos, reading, writing, or completely forgetting myself in a video game. Mor recntly I've been getting into walking when I have the energy, or just going into my garden and seeing what wildlife I can spot.
Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?
I am buying tumblr's favourite, the Mountain Lodge Yankee Candle that smells like if Steve Rogers was your boyfriend XD But I think they dicontinued that? So I'm happy with a simple candle made of beeswax. There's a faint, sweet scent when it burns, and because it's not made of synthetic wax is burns more cleanly as well, and I can pretend I'm in an ancient Egyptian temple or an Anglo-Saxon cathedral taking in the atmosphere.
Thanks for asking! 💖💖💖
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Cafe Asks
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HERE THEY ARE all of Stampy's (currently alive) wolf pack. Please note that tumblr murders my quality so clicking the image to get more than three pixels is recommended.
I ran out of space for images, so please reblog the reblogged version with all the dogs! It'll be in the notes when I finish typing it all out.
Some dogs (like Flippy sorry Flippy 💔) got kinda covered up, so for clear pictures check under the readmore!
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Barnaby is a corgi! I took some inspiration from Alyx, Stampy's real life dog. He's got bushy eyebrows and eyebags because he's old.
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Sherbet is a chocolate lab/german sherpard mix! He gets chocolate lab from Aqua (chocolate labs LOVE to swim) and german sherpard from Spring (apparently they're known for jumping, also Spring was the Playful Popo dog.) Him being known for his shiny fur made me give him eyelashes.
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Fluffy is a pomeranian! She has a lot of alt outfits because she has just. A whole bunch of backstory but she's blind in one eye, wore an eyepatch during her trips on the SS Stampy, and after Tragic Day she has a new collar and a neck scar. In my headcanon, Stampy was so sure Fluffy was dead because he found her collar, while in reality, it was just ripped off and she ran away to avoid getting any more hurt. Also, her eyepatch has the symbol of a dog biting a bone!
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Bengy is a pitbull! He's mostly a pitbull because I wanted Duncan to be a pitbull and Bengy is his brother, but I think it fits him pretty well. The spot in the side profile is only on one side.
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Flippy is a golden retriever! She's old, hence the eyebags and grey muzzle. I had actually made a design for her a while ago, but redrew it here and edited a few things.
The other dogs are in the next reblog! Check the notes of this post.
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ask-copperright · 2 years
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Henry, you alive? Ah, good. What’s your favourite breed of dog?
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*Nope, I'm afraid he forever remains dead. His favorite breed of dog is the german sherpard btw
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