Reesh Being Like "I Dare You To Comment On How Beautiful This Cake Is" 🤣

Ich komme in dein Boot 😉

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i know it’s been years but there is still absolutely no heterosexual explanation for the acorn scene

Sad + Fluff = 💙

Sparrow

For @dinchenrockt, who imagined Sam and Kaidan having pancakes on a nice day. I just added a little drama, because this is Sam we're talking about. Read on Ao3

The second batch of pancakes is starting to bubble when Kaidan’s skin tingles in the presence of Shepard’s biotic field. Shepard himself peers at Kaidan suspiciously from behind the archway into the kitchen, like he’s doing recon and Kaidan is an unknown element.

 “Hey, you,” Kaidan says with an amused smile. “Good morning.”

“It is morning by my standards. It is ass o’clock by your standards. Why are you awake?”

Kaidan gestures towards the open window, where sunrise hasn’t quite surrendered to daytime and some enterprising birds are getting a jump on things. “It’s a beautiful morning. Thought I’d spoil you with a nice breakfast.” 

Technically true, on both counts, even if it doesn’t really answer the question. Shepard narrows his eyes, perhaps suspecting there’s more to it, but Kaidan heads off further questions by plucking a piece of bacon off a plate and holding it up.

“Burnt it just for you.”

Shepard makes an interested sound and fully enters the kitchen, snatching the Distraction Bacon and popping it in his mouth. Bacon shouldn’t crunch like that unless it’s in a salad, but relationships require compromise.

“So, bacon. Pancakes.”

“Bacon in the pancakes. With bacon garnish.”

“Fancy.”

“Also blueberries,” Kaidan says, gesturing to a bowl. “And, uh, I was going to make some eggs but I accidentally just made more pancakes.”

“True to your nature.” He kisses Kaidan on the temple. “I’ll get plates.”

“One step ahead of you. We’re eating outside.”

Another suspicious look.

“It’s nice outside, remember?”

“I will concede it is tolerable outside, because I love you. But breakfast made, table set, and it’s what time? How long have you been up?”

Kaidan shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. “I said I wanted to spoil you.”

Still not an answer, but he hands Shepard the blueberries to give him something else to focus on and flips the remaining pancakes onto a platter, next to the pile of bacon, all nestled onto a blue and yellow tray that had been gathering dust in the back of a curio until Kaidan stumbled upon it last week looking for decorative pitcher his mother had asked about. After flipping the griddle off, he leads them to the front porch and sets the trays down on the small table next to the porch swing.

Shepard observes the spread. “Orange juice. Cloth napkins. The ‘good’ silverware. By the way, I still do not understand the silverware hierarchy.”

“My mother will happily show you next time she visits.”

Shepard snickers as he takes a seat. “Well, whatever. You pulled out all the stops. You are spoiling me.”

Kaidan makes a pleased sound as they fill their plates. They’re the same blue and yellow as the platter, with a sunflower in the center and a painted band around the edges. He’d forgotten about them completely until finding the platter. His father used to break them out when they had big breakfasts in the summer. He traces a chip in the paint. Where had they even come from in the first place? His mother? Were they just inherited with the house when his mother took it over from Kaidan’s grandparents? He’d never asked. Maybe she knows.

“Look at all this burnt bacon, just for me,” Shepard says, with a soft smile.

“Just for you.”

No reason to mention that it got burned because Kaidan was too locked in his own head to notice until he damn near set off the smoke detector.

But the pancakes are good, quite frankly. The blueberries are ripe, picked from the bushes out behind the barn just yesterday. The breeze is cool but not cold, the sun pooling at the edge of the porch steps, warm and waiting.

A far cry from the days that weren’t beautiful.

He releases a long breath and forces his mind back to the present, where Shepard is drowning his pancakes in maple syrup because moderation is not a concept he has ever developed a relationship with.

Echo whinnies from the field down the hill, head raised, ears pricked, looking right at them, as though now that she’s noticed their presence she’s offended she wasn’t invited to breakfast.

“Later,” Shepard hollers back at her. “I’m getting spoiled.”

Kaidan rests an elbow on the table – his mother would be so aghast – and chuckles into his hand.

When had he stopped getting up in the mornings for those breakfasts his father cooked? Breakfast had been his forte. The only way he outshined Kaidan’s mother in the kitchen. But that last summer before BAaT he’d stopped getting out of bed for them.

Should have gotten out of bed.

Shepard’s eye is on him again, as he saws into his pancakes and fails to spear a piece of bacon along with his next bite because it’s so brittle it just breaks under the tines of his fork. Once he’s subdued the bacon he nudges Kaidan’s knee.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just put out such a magnificent spread.”

Kaidan waggles an eyebrow. “Resting on my laurels.”

Shepard knee stays at rest against his, and Kaidan leans a little more into it. The weight of it, the presence is…reassuring.

The sparrow that wings in from the roof and alights on Shepard’s stack of pancakes is less reassuring.

Read the rest on Ao3

Paulchard! 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the gifs, @mrsfitzgerald!

Rammstein - Making Of Album-Photosession (Official)

☆ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀs ♡

That's too easy XD

My space husband!

Not seen a Mass effect version of this yet!

Before you vote, Let the Wheel pick an Original Trilogy character for you.

Go read the whole verse! I love it so much! 💙

Fugue Master Post

I'm very proud of this story, and it was very hard, so now that it is complete I wanted to do a master post.

Rating: M | Pairing: mshenko | Complete, 149k words

Key tags: Major (canonical) Character Death, Grief (see fic links for additional tags)

A few minutes more and they wouldn’t have even been on the ship. The Mako was scheduled and ready for drop, both of them suited up and ready with the final checklist completed. A few minutes more, and they would have watched the Normandy burn from the surface of Alchera. But they didn’t get those minutes.

Fugue covers Alchera and the two-year gap before Lazarus. It is a story about grief, survival, healing, and hope. It is about dragging yourself out the pit with your bare hands and rebuilding yourself into something new, not because you want to, but because you have to. It's about leaning on the people you love, and finding strength in your weaknesses.

There is also a cadre of queer grandparents, badassery, Cool Science, guest stars you will recognize, some familiar missions bent into new shapes, and a lot of hating on the Hammerhead. Oh, and the Can.

Featuring stunningly gorgeous art by @thepixelagora, @katskip and @eluvisen. (Art below by thepixelagora)

Chapter 1 - Across the Stars

Chapter 2 - Waking Up Slow

Chapter 3 - Burn

Chapter 4 - This Hole You Left

Chapter 5 - Things You Can't Speak About

Chapter 6 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 7 - The Courage of Stars

Chapter 8 - Half of Me

Chapter 9 - The Next Step

Chapter 10 - Another Way Around

Chapter 11 - Hope In These Wires

Chapter 12 - Echoes

Chapter 13 - The Weight of Everything

Chapter 14 - Remember We Flew

Chapter 15 - A Million Stars

Chapter 16 - Play the Cards

Chapter 17 - All the Time

It was a difficult story to write, and is a difficult story to read, but I think it is rewarding. Because in the end, it is truly a story about hope. Thank you to everyone who supported me through it, and if you don't know this story, I hope you'll give it a try if it strikes your interest.

🖤 When you can't buy an official Rammstein bag you have to improvise 🖤

Thank you for tagging me @hanramm156! 🖤

Way to go for me - first thing will be some Till Hammering in the shower later today ^^

I'd like to tag @thetimecrystal and @msgwendolenfairfax if you feel like it 😉

Paul Landers live

If you ever saw Rammstein live, you may know Pauls different poses. Like:

The “lean backwards”. Usually followed by…

The “lean forward”

The “concentration”

The “I’m a mean rockstar”

The “I forgot to play the mean rockstar”

The “nap”

The… I… I don’t know what this is

The “Look, I’m playing with the guitar without playing the guitar!”

The “What the applebee is going on over there?”

The god.