29 and unfortunately a grownup
Fanfemme and proud
Veterinarian in real life
Dangerous-Nargle on DeviantArt
My fanfiction on AO3
Mass Effect | Welcome to Night Vale | Bioshock | X-Men: First Class | The Avengers | The Hunger Games | Harry Potter | The X-Files | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Lord of the Rings | Quantum Leap | Star Trek: The Original Series | Twin Peaks | Mystery Science Theater 3000 | Batman | Wheel of Time
Ron!squee kinda sums this up! Thank you anon! *warm fuzzies*
I am definitely feeling better guys. Thank you!!!
Just realized what the next couple of chapters will be about. There may be some serious angst and then some more angst and then a fight with EMOTIONS and PASSION and PAIN and then, even better, MAKEUP SEX wut? yes. hehehe.
I’m curious. What are the, say, top 5 things you associate with me?
Can be a tumblr user, a book, movie, character, actor etc.
oh why the heck not
X-Files of course :)
Birding, Oregon, Lord of the Rings, basically anything slightly pet related I think WHAT WOULD GINA SAY ABOUT THIS
Or if I’m supposed to stick to fannish things then nix three of those and replace with Diana Wynne Jones, Mass Effect, and Lupin.
All of these things are delightful!!!
For Chelsea: X-Files OBVIOUSLY, Teen Wolf, Welcome to Night Vale, Wisconsin, New York, getting mail, Harry Potter, LiveJournal, awesome things in general, oops that was way more than five things. I’m not sorry.
Thank you anon ;_;
I’m suddenly feeling horribly mopey. I was invited to go to a party with folks from work, all of whom I enjoy spending time with, but I commute almost an hour each way to work and the party’s up there, too, and the idea of commuting up there on my one day off this weekend just depresses me. Especially since I was at work until pretty late last night.
I had not one but TWO clients comment yesterday on how often they had seen me there this week/how late I’d been staying. One saw me in the morning as I crossed the parking lot; she said “Oh no, you were here late last night and now you’re here early this morning? Thank you so much!” She’d been there all week with her sick puppy and I had been there most of the time with them. The other client I called after I’d finished my charts an hour and a half after closing, and as soon as I said my name she said “Oh no! You’re still there? I’m so sorry! I hope I’m the last one to call on your list, make sure to have some fun this weekend!” Not sure if it’s a good thing that clients notice how hard I work sometimes, or a bad thing that they feel sorry for me! So yeah, I’m fairly tired.
But I’m mopey because even though I don’t feel like driving to the party I still wanted to do something fun today and now I feel like I have failed at being social, which always makes me feel like a terrible introvert (which I am) and a poor excuse for an adult (which I also am). Also I want to work on my fic but I don’t have an idea yet for the next chapter, and I want to draw fanart but no one ever likes my fanart, in which case, what’s the point? I don’t mind if nobody cares about my original art, since it’s more for me than anything else. I know I have a weird, too-casual comic style that doesn’t lend itself well to finished pieces (and I feel badly about that, too). But it sucks to not be good enough at fanart to share it with fellow fans, since that’s part of the appeal — the social aspect. Again I fail at being social. And my fiance is unable to help today since he is preparing a lecture for a class he was thrown into teaching at his university, so he’s busy all day.
So it’s a mopey lonely feel-bad-about-oneself day I guess. I haven’t had one in a few months really so I’m not all that surprised, but it’s still disheartening.
Or read my fic on AO3, if you prefer. :) All current chapters are there, in addition to my other Mass Effect ramblings.
Triggers for suicidal thoughts and depression, discussion of major character death, angst. Also there will be some sexytimes. FemShep/Garrus, past FemShep/Liara, and Joker/EDI. Mature content all around.
This bit’s more girl talk :) Sorry I haven’t been updating/writing as frequently, work has been absolutely bonkers the past few days…
Shepard was tired. It had been a draining day in so many ways, even disregarding the events of the night before. Today there had been the conversation with Joker, her first meeting with a counselor, new medications, meditation with Liara. Dr. Chakwas had told her that though it used to take weeks for moods to be regulated in the past, scientific advancement now allowed for more rapid adjustment, though there was still an element of trial and error. Despite the weariness, she had felt better today, less weighed down, less empty. She had been able to laugh with Liara now and then, instead of seesawing between emptiness and crushing despair.
It was dinner time, and though part of her wanted to try and take up the challenge of eating with the crew again, she was simply too worn out. She tucked into a large bowl of ramen noodles in her cabin, balancing the bowl on her knees as she ate on the sofa. It would be easier to eat at the computer desk, but it was more comfortable to extend her leg out in front of her as she ate, instead of folding it beneath the counter.
She slurped noodles mechanically, barely tasting the salty broth. One of the ensigns had brought up the food to her, handing it to her bashfully with a stammered, “Here’s your dinner, ma’am.” He had darted back out into the hallway, leaving Shepard to chuckle in the empty cabin. Was she really that intimidating? Maybe. The new facial scars did make her look a little roguish.
Everyone always laughs at how Grunt buys action figures in the Shadow Broker Dossier- but let’s not forget that Shepard keeps 50 million toy ship models in their room.
He leaned his hip against the railing and scanned the lower level of the apartment. Zaeed was droning on about the windows and how tactfully unsound they were when Shepard looked up and met his gaze.
He agreed - wholeheartedly - on the fact that the apartment was too exposed and that the entrance left no cover. Too much glass, too many plants and open spaces but he didn’t really care about all of that at the moment - not when the alcohol was making him comfortably warm and all he could think about was Shepard in that dress.
He shifted, his armor making his sudden excitement uncomfortable, and barely heard what Zaeed was saying about rigging the piano with C4 so when someone went to play the instrument they went up in smoke. Or was it a ball of flame?
unf keep gooooooooing XD XD XD
Seriously though this is adorable and hot and what DORKS these two are!