I'm a 30-year-old Mass Effect fangirl who has a tendency to be just the tiniest bit obsessive about the series (tiniest? so not accurate). This Tumblog will be filled with Mass Effect, Commander Shepard, Shenko, and anything else that strikes my fancy.
Oh, I'm also a Twilight fangirl. Haters to the back of the line, and all that.
The muted light of yet another cloudy day eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled onto my side, hoping more sleep would come. And then the previous day flooded back into my awareness. “Oh!” I sat up so fast it made my head spin. “Your hair looks like a haystack…but I like it.” His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner. - Twilight, Stephenie Meyer
I’d never seen anything more beautiful — even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.
The greater part of my senses and mind were still focused on Edward’s face. I had never seen it before this second. How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How many hours - days, weeks - of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection? I thought I’d known his face better than my own. I’d thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness of Edward’s face. I may as well have been blind. For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face. - Breaking Dawn, Stephenie Meyer