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like to charge, reblog to cast.

the diana allers interviews in shep’s cabin in me3 are so unserious in some ways. imagine you’re exhausted and hopeless and experiencing these insane horrors and then you turn on the news to see a riveting and hopeful interview with THE commander shepard and the person that’s supposed to save everyone shows up in a hoodie they’ve been blatantly wearing for a week straight, darkest circles known to man under their eyes, fish tank full in the background, model ship half-completed on the desk. shitty club synth music bumpin. look at my galactic hero dawg im gonna die

#next day citadel equivalent of e!news writes six articles like here’s what we know about commander shepard’s unique music taste#‘hero of the galaxy can’t stop listening to synth pop: here’s six playlists to make you feel like shepard’ type beat#they don’t even know about the hamster. they can’t even see the metropolis shepard has built for the hamster#the six coffee cups kept just out of frame is a choice#also obsessed with how allers ends each interview with a 0.5 shot of herself. spiritually gen z