I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
my biggest fear is falling and dying in the shower and my family finding me naked
Americans pronouncing it ‘Noo-tella’ as if it were made from fucking hazelnoots.
[rolls down a flight of stairs] [crashes through a window]
did someone say anna kendrick?
I also want Shepard and Liara to have a baby together and Liara just smiles at Shepard and says “She looks just like you.”
"No she’s an asari what the fuck did you expect dumbass"