right proper

tbh the best way that i explain to other people what it feels like to live with an anxiety disorder is the one time when i had to get a fingerprint and background check done for a job and i, someone who has never received so much as a speeding ticket my whole life, spent thirty minutes panicking that i would fail because i might secretly be a criminal and have no idea 

This is the most accurate post on anxiety ever.

would you like a nice glass of

nothing is scarier than seeing what the front page of YouTube looks like when you're not logged in

My favorite thing about fanfic authors is they can identify any gap in a canon timeline where characters are offscreen and exploit the ever living fuck out of it

They see a time skip of any length and go

mordin solus most character of all time. blorbo of the century. he is babygirl (he is an old man but also in his 30s). committed so many war crimes (but sees inherent value in all life and will die to preserve it). he is a doctor and a healer (will also fucking kill you). he doesn’t understand romance (but provides enthusiastic sex education for people in cross species relationships). worked in espionage doing unthinkable things (also performed in gilbert and sullivan). he has everything. he is the ultimate. he is the very model of a scientist salarian

(is this a thing? Im doing it anyway I really liked this part of my fic today so Im inflicting it all on you)

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He exhaled slowly, buying time to find the words he needed. “My feelings haven’t changed,” he said, measuring each word before speaking them, “I just don’t know what the best course of action is right now- how you want to play this. I know you’ll need to write a report before we arrive at the Citadel.”

Her eyes dropped and the shadow of a smile appeared on her lips. It looked twisted, rueful on her face. “I already have.”

“You did?”

She nodded, then hung her head to stare at the floor again. “I sent the report an hour ago. Couldn’t sleep until I wrote it. Can’t sleep now that I sent it.”

He stepped forward, standing at the bottom of the stairs so he could see her face better. Her eyes flicked towards him and then back down, hiding her expression.

“No worries, Alenko. No broken fraternization regs to report. I wrote about the-” her breath hitched, “-the practical advantage of saving a highly-trained field medic, L2 biotic, and tech over a front-line soldier. Plus, you outranked her. More commendations in your file.”

Kaidan’s fists clenched, blood roaring into his ears. The anger that sat in his chest felt directionless- he wanted to be angry at her for writing it, angry at himself for putting them in this situation in the first place, angry at the uncaring galaxy. But when he looked at her knuckles, gripping the step she sat on so hard that they turned white, he couldn’t be angry with anyone. Just guilty.

It was his turn to look at his feet. “It’s not right,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

 “No, Kaidan. It’s not.”