Man, the Kent kids aren’t going to be able to get away with anything
Seriously, look at who their parents are
One of them is a world famous figure, is tougher than a tank, can see through any lie, is armed with eyes and ears that don’t miss a thing, and if one of the kids is sick or in a fight at school, they’re going to be there faster than a speeding bullet
So apparently in my sister’s class, there was a trans girl that had been on the cheerleading squad for a while. When she came out, the other girls on the squad made the agreement that whatever boy made fun of her would never get a date. And if you think that’s not the most metal girl alliance ever, you can sit down.
Patricia Rogers (Patty) is a creative, brilliant, funny, and beautiful 15-year-old girl. The week after her 12th birthday in February of 2011, she was diagnosed with stage IV neuroblastoma, a childhood nervous system cancer that primarily effects children under the age of five. She was paralyzed…
Hey guys, if you have a few minutes, and even better a few dollars, please spread the word or open your wallets for this amazing survivor. She’s outlasted every deadline given to her by the doctors and defied the odds so many times.
Prompt: Wrex hugging everyone on the Normandy. (SR1, SR2, ME3!SR2, I don't care. All of them! :D)
It starts with Ash.
Shepard sees it happen, and at first it’s like witnessing a car crash: hardly believing it’s happening until it’s already over and the survivors are picking their dazed way from the wreckage. Wrex lumbers towards her, implacable as a train, and then Ash is off the ground and in Wrex’s arms and her eyes just about bulge from her head, and then she’s heaped on the deck and Wrex is laughing and Garrus looks like he’s just swallowed the manifold to the Mako he’s holding in one hand.
“Uh,” Shepard says.
It takes three months for the next one. It’s Liara, which surprises Shepard—she hadn’t known the asari to be particularly close to Wrex—but sure enough, Liara’s in the air with a squeak and her little silver boots kick up behind her, and Shepard would laugh only Liara looks actively distressed.
“Wrex,” she says sternly, as if a thousand-year-old krogan mercenary hugging the daughter of a traitorous asari matriarch were something she was used to dealing with. Like a puppy pissing on the carpet, she thinks, and has a brief hysterical image of batting Wrex on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper. “Please put our friend down.”
“Heh,” he says, and drops her. Her sigh sounds like a deflating balloon.
It happens again and again over the years—most memorable are Thane, who just about climbs the walls like a gecko the first time Wrex tries, eventually ending up clinging to the krogan’s hump like a leech—and Vega, who for all his muscles suffers the same indignity as the rest of them. Shepard doesn’t understand it; it’s hardly a gesture of affection, not with Wrex’s hard-boiled hard-nosed stubborn refusal to acknowledge anything softer than a shotgun, but it’s not exactly unfriendly either.
(She’s admittedly grateful he didn’t pop Tali’s suit when he tried it with her. Wrex’s hugs are many things, but at least he isn’t homicidal.)
Still, it’s a bizarre quirk that she never quite manages to ask him about, until they’re standing in the middle of a pile of Earth rubble that used to be a city, when the fate of an entire universe waits on the next hour to doom or save a thousand worlds at once. Maybe it’s not the best time to ask; all the same, it’s her last shot.
(She’s learned a lot about not wasting her shots.)
So Shepard asks, and Wrex laughs, that slow heh heh heh that always makes her feel like punching the krogan in the shoulder and maybe buying him a drink at the same time.
“Why?” he asks, grinning. “Jealous you never got one?”
He laughs again, rolling his shoulders in the heavy krogan armor. “First time I met a human, she hugged me. Real touchy-feely type, not much of a warrior, but when I asked her she said it was a traditional greeting. I figured it might as well test strength, too—not much of a warrior if your ribs snap at a krogan hug. Plus, it keeps you soft, squishy types on your toes.”
Shepard laughs, shakes her head. “Now I am jealous.”
And then she’s not entirely sure how it happens, but Wrex’s arms are around her and her booted feet are coming just that much off the ground, and she’s not a weak woman but his hold is tight, and strong, and warmer than she expects, and how stupid that this is the thing to get her right in the heart like a blind kick, as if this is the last time she’ll hold a friend, as if this is the last time she’ll ever feel like she’s home.
“Human greeting,” she whispers, her eyes blurry, her chin on Wrex’s shoulder. “I guess it’s a pretty good farewell, too.”
“Yeah,” Wrex says, his voice quieter than she expects.
Then he lets her go.
“So long,” she says to somewhere just left of his head, and he grins, and she—doesn’t look back.
“Brazilians were supporting Germany’s NT. Why? 6 months ago the Germans arrived in Santa Cruz Cabrália (Bahia, Brazil) and built a hotel, a health center, a football field, donated an ambulance to the town, created a full-time school program in Cabralia, made a road that led to their training center, didn’t bring German employees hiring about 250 Cabrália citizens in their training center. Then the Germany NT arrived and: When not training, they socialized with the citizens in the town or in the beach, partied with the citizens, were kind to the fans always talking to them/taking pictures with them. About the win against our team: they were respectful with us, said that their idols were Brazilian legends and that we shouldn’t lose our pride. They are thankful for the way they were welcome here. And they’ll donate the things they built to the population. It’s impossible not to support these guys.”—
I translated this because people think it’s just because they beat Argentina. It’s not. (via argentie)
Holy shit, way to go, Germany! You’re a class act!