19 y/o canadian dude.
this is a fucking stupid blog but feel free to follow and generally fart in this direction. xoxo
(spoiler i am not josh hutcherson)
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when or if I started shipping it. skyping with marnie is a dangerous thing sometimes. to be honest, it wasn’t until later that i started to fall for this pairing truly. it has always been liara for me, but then i just had to look at everything ashley is and my obsession started to unfold.
my thoughts: i love it. i ship shep/vs pretty hardcore, not that anything else would “make more sense” but just i think they sunk beneath shepard’s skin deeper than anything else. the things that tore them apart, drew them together. and ashley is just…i can’t handle how much in love i am with her character
What makes me happy about them: she’s not afraid to put the truth out there, and shepard’s not afraid to give it right back. she keeps him on his toes. always.
What makes me sad about them: me3 ending. let’s be honest.
things done in fanfic that annoys me: AGAIN DONT’T READ A LOT OF FANFICTION ANY RECS?
things I look for in fanfic: ????
My kinks: hair tugging — maybe more for shep’s part. oh god, there’s a lot but i won’t go into detail. poetry is definitely a form of foreplay.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: shepard - just about anyone, mostly liara in any case. ashley - with james. or samantha.
My happily ever after for them: ashley cuts her hair short, shepard grows his out, they travel around earth because honestly, neither of them really got to see the planet they’d spent their lives representing. it was high time. dinner on the beach. sand in their toes. babies. lots of babies.
who is the big spoon/little spoon: again, most nights it’s shepard. shepard would be about the only person she could see herself folding in next to. but when shepard’s trying to work through the bad dreams, when he’s fidgeting and kicking up a storm, shaking so hard the bed’s moving, sweating through his sheets - she’s right there, brushing his hair away, kissing his shoulders, rubbing his back and whispering right into his ears. “i’m right here.”
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: when she feels like relaxing, and he’s just sitting on the couch reading reports, she’ll crawl over his lap, stomach against his knees, and read her book, and his hand resting on the small of her back or her ass, or play with her hair. depends on which side she lays on