Shepard was dead, or so they said.
Deep down in his primary heart, Wrex didn’t believe it. Not her. It was a rare sentient who had the quad of steel to face him down, much less a flimsy human. Hah. No. Should have been, but Shepard was anything but flimsy. No, it should take more than…
Tali hesitated at the door to Shepard’s office, winding what she carried through her fingers. It was probably… silly of her, or presumptuous… she didn’t even know if humans really did this sort of thing, or… she was suddenly, keenly conscious of the human crew members passing to and fro on the crew deck, near her. She gathered up her courage, straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, and entered.
Shepard greeted her with a smile, looking up from her desk. Her arm was still bandaged from the Battle of the Citadel, but she wasn’t wearing a sling any more. “Hey, Tali. What can I do for you?”
“It’s not… what you can do for me,” said Tali. “I wanted to thank you, Shepard, for— for everything. For letting me come aboard, for helping me with my pilgrimage—” She was a little overwhelmed when she thought about it. She’d never expected to find such acceptance, such friendship, outside the Flotilla.
Oh hell nah!
My dad would be terrified
I would want the aisle seat.
Imagine it’s a late night flight, and everyone’s dozing off. In your half-asleep stupor you look down at the floor and you see a face gazing in at you through the glass, a face of something not quite human..welcome to Tumblr, where the most interesting topics twist into nightmares.
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
"You’ve gotta chuck yourself back out there. Things have a habit of working themselves out. You’ll see"
I think they set it up nicely now that Banner’s turning 46 years old, and there comes a point where it’s like ‘how much more running can I do for myself?’
Whatever you hate about yourself or you don’t like, when you get to be 46 years old, you start to say ‘okay, no.’ Obviously, you can never really get away from yourself, so you start to live with some of the things you think are so bad. And maybe they’re not that bad. Maybe those things are what you need to do whatever you were never able to accomplish. I think that’s the ticket forward for Banner, to start to figure out where we go with him, keep that story interesting. I think there’s a whole relationship with Banner and Hulk that needs to be discovered. There’s a very cool thing happening: Hulk is as afraid of Banner as Banner is afraid of Hulk.”
It’s in the comics. But because you haven’t really been able to get inside of Hulk’s head, because the [cinematic] technology wasn’t available to make it nuanced enough to do that, and now it is. So now I think there’s a way to do it. Both of these guys are obviously the same guy, and they have got to come to peace somehow with each other. And I think that this confrontation is building along the lines of this film.
|—||Mark Ruffalo on Bruce Banner’s arc in the sequel (via fyeahlilbit3point0)|
“The collapse of a shark tank at The Scientific Center in Kuwait. Share this because it’s probably the only time in your life you will see something like this.”
Never not going to reblog this
THIS. ALWAYS THIS.
bless his perfect soul
I know that not everyone is a fan of John Green, but this is a wonderful illustration of something that we keep having to talk about.
You don’t owe anyone sex. Ever. And if your partner isn’t okay with that, they are an asshat. See, the venn diagram proves it.
You all deserve partners who respect your boundaries and are more interested in your consent than in their sex drive.
"You can’t just change the race of cultural icons like Captain America! It’s an important part of their identity and message!"
Jesus: Ah yes.
Jesus: Can’t imagine who would do that.
Jesus: What a shame.
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day