That ball python everyone has been drooling over on Tumblr!
Here she is, fresh out of shed. Beautiful little girl.
Hatched from an Orange Dream Butter Yellowbelly X Yellowbelly pairing, produced by Shane Whitaker Quality Serpents and Nick Boles.
I know that the vamps in the strain. Are suppose to be non-attractive. Non-sexy. Traditional ugly. Blood sucking monsters. But I can’t help, but think how good looking and kind of cute. Mr. Quinlan is.
Am I the only one who thinks this?
Roman Godfrey in season 1, episode 1.
it’s take-your-inmate-for-a-walk day
please just admit you’re on a date, you dips.
it’s incredible how a video game can have so much personal meaning and importance to you
but then when you talk to another person who played it they’re like ‘yeah it was ok’
The med bay door hissed open, and despite Mordin’s attempts to be quiet, the noise was enough to visibly startle Eve.
“Apologies,” Mordin mumbled. “Just needed a copy of today’s notes.”
“It’s alright, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” The medbay’s lights were dimmed, but Mordin could make out the shape of Eve on her bed, curled up on her side.
“Insomnia does seem prevelant on Normandy recently,” Mordin said. “Noticed many crew awake despite the hour.”
“It’s not easy to sleep, with everything that’s happening.”
Mordin nodded. “Perhaps a distraction?”
Eve sat up and gave Mordin a curious look. “I don’t know if I want to know what your idea of a distraction is.”
Mordin held up his hands defensively. “Was just going to suggest a board game.”
Eve blinked. “Worth a shot, I suppose. Did you have a specific game in mind?”
“As matter of fact, yes.”
Working with Mordin Solus, Dr. Chakwas never knew quite what to expect when she came into the medbay in the morning, but the sight that greeted her was particularly unusual. Mordin had pulled a chair up to Eve’s bed and was perched on it, craning his neck over a holographic game board projected between the two of them. There was quite a rousing argument going on between the two of them; Mordin was speaking in his usual rapid-fire manner and gesturing wildly, but more surprisingly, the normally calm Eve was just as riled up.
“What are you two doing?” Chakwas asked.
They didn’t hear her.
“Does indeed count as a word,” Mordin said. “Term for bacterial infection common in Varren transplanted from natural habitat to humid worlds. Can confirm in medical dictionary if necessary!”
“The whole point is that the words have to be in an ordinary dictionary,” Eve countered. “If we allow such esoteric vocabulary, then I could use this term from my knowledge as a shaman.” She raised her omnitool and tapped a few buttons, changing something on the game board that caused Mordin’s eyes to widen.
“Double and triple word score? Uncommon consonants? Stack multipler? Oh dear, score is…” He trailed off, muttering.
Chakwas cleared her throat in the sudden silence. Both Eve and Mordin jumped, and the salarian shot her a sheepish look. “Again, I ask: What are you two doing?”
“Three-dimensional Scrabble, Galactic Standard Edition,” Mordin replied promptly.
“He cheats,” Eve added.
Chakwas smiled as the two descended into friendly bickering once more.
My favorite salarian.
get to know me: [3/10] favorite female characters → Miranda Lawson (Mass Effect Series)
I’m very good at just about anything I choose to do.
You have to drink the potion. You have to forget everything I just told you.
Well then, Vex.
It looks like dancing Vexen is back. Can’t not reblog. *__*
I can’t not reblog my reblog.
Ok, fine. I just really want to reblog dancing Vexen again.
Mr. Quinlan without the hood.
GET HYPE! FINALE IS GOING TO BE AWESOME NOW!!!!