wake up with an urge to draw all my hawkes with their lis. hmm

❝ I am immensely proud of the fact that it is really a show about something. […] It is about the play of ideas and emotions and philosophies, and ethics and manners. It is actually about something. ❞ - Hugh Laurie

sspectre:

Huon Shepard Face Appreciation 001/???

georgiale-flay:

Perfect parade rest - as seen by Shepard and Kaidan’s biotic students.

HERE IS SOMETHING I ACTUALLY PUT SOME EFFORT INTO.

*calmly turns caps lock off*

I um… enjoy? I dunno. I was in a funny mood and I’ve got lots of time off now before expo, so here’s something for you guys. And I mean it’s for you, not anyone else, got it? Because you’re special. Not bad special, good special. Understand? Good. Just so you know.

melissacronk:

Isle of Skye, Scotland

i mean there’s just so much blatant sexism in me3 that it’s almost funny. and by funny, i mean nauseating.

cre8ti0n:

Tent Rocks and Full Moon

the thing that gets me about joker/edi was that it has/had a lot of potential. that we have this sorta grumpy man that has gone his life with only one real passion, a man that has fought for his position, that doesn’t let his disease control him and we have this ai who lives in his ship. who gives him hell then saves his life; has her “chains” broken and keeps him safe even though she(it) doesn’t have to. and we see them become friends through this. we see them begin to work together, and maybe joker starts having feelings. and it’s confusing, because she’s real but she’s not.

and then she gets a body. and once that initial shock passes there’s still that question. they get along great, and she’s learning the ropes of organic behavior and owns up to her own curious emotions. and he decides he doesn’t care about the shit they might catch, cause she’s so real, so alive. bad jokes and all. it would have been been so sweet to actually see all that.

but instead we got sex-bot jokes and a character reduced to the -perv- role.

spicyshimmy:

anoia:

cut it out old man

you’re scaring off all the babes

ONE. 

Alenko might’ve had ‘hottest ass on the Normandy’ covered, but a certain AI had just brought in the perfect counterpoint.

‘Number one biggest package in the whole damn Alliance,’ Joker said. She was ogling. It was her right. The damn thing was huge. And it wasn’t as though artificial intelligence had dress codes to follow so currently, it was just…out there. Hanging out there. Hanging all the way out there. ‘Yeah, Commander, I hear you. Loud and clear. I’ll have him cover up. …Tomorrow, all right? I mean, if we’re gonna die, can’t we die happy?’

‘…I should go,’ Shepard said.

TWO.

‘The view bother you, Bambam McBeefhuge?’ she asked. ‘Make you feel… I don’t know, like you’ve got something to prove?’

‘Just…didn’t need to know what AI cojones looked like, that’s all,’ Vega replied.

She laughed for almost five minutes over the look on his face later, in private, when EDI—he preferred Davedi, not Eddie, and Joker only sort of mourned the loss of an awesome pun she’d come up with on the spot—recreated the expression for her, eyes crossing and everything.

THREE.

Her hair went crazy on the humid planets. ‘Yeah,’ she said, stuffing it under the cap. ‘I definitely look like a broccoli.’

‘You are neither green nor edible,’ Davedi replied. ‘…As a vegetable, in any case.’

‘C’mere and have a nibble anyway,’ Joker said. No rules against being a pilot and being somebody’s dessert.

FOUR.

She’d never let the brittle bones stop her.

‘I don’t let the brittle bones stop me,’ she said. ‘I mean, what I’m saying is, if I want my robot boyfriend to ride me hard and put me away raw, then I’m gonna get my robot boyfriend riding me hard and putting me away raw.’

‘I’ll drink to that,’ Chakwas replied.

Something told Joker the old girl was living vicariously.

FIVE.

When he kissed her freckles one by one, like a short-trip transporter hopping from nearby planet to nearby planet, she didn’t feel as old as she really was. Not anymore.