what was she implying though


Beast King GoLion 14 - The Crown Prince of Hell

After a successful victory against Galra Commander Sadak and his fleet, Seidou, Kurogane, and Fala are particularly vocal on their feat.

One thing that frustrates and confuses me about the Solas argument is how people are willing to excuse his elitism and racism because he “changes his mind“ about the races of Thedas if he befriends the Inquisitor. He stops seeing races other than his own as thoughtless beasts when he has high approval with the player character. (And by races other than his own, I am including the elves, since he is ancient elvhen, and he sees himself as different from them.)

I guess we could see his change in opinion as a way to make choice matter. To give his friendship meaning in the overall story. I feel like that is the only way I could possibly justify his racism: bad writing. The writers wrote that not befriending Solas does not change his views and befriending him does because it makes your interaction with him important. Not because of personal character arcs or whatever. And honestly, I really think that there could have been better ways to do this, if this is the case. I feel like your personal interaction with him should change him, yes, but not in regards to his racism. At least, not like it does. If this is a narrative choice to make their interaction more important, then, because of its insinuations, it should have gone a completely different way.

Because otherwise, his inclusion of the Inquisitor means something different than what most people say it does.

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Janna needs closure

“Hey Janna,” a certain skateboard loving teen announced.

Without taking her eyes off Star or Marco, she effortlessly waved at Jackie. “Hey.”

The blonde glanced between Janna and the Starco pair. “What’re you doing?”

She waited for a response, but Janna ignored her question, watching Star highfive Marco and move closer to his seat to the point where she was leaning against her friend. The boy placed an arm over her shoulder and laughed with Star, probably over something trivial.

“Uh… Janna-”

“Those two are dating.”

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A/N: Here’s the final of my ‘on time’ prompts for Halloween/Goretober. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, or commented thus far. It truly means a lot! It’s been a while since I’ve been able to properly enjoy Halloween, and writing these has helped immensely. Thank you to everyone who sent prompts as well! If you didn’t see yours published, please know that I will continue to work on these until they’re all complete, and will post them on this list once they’re done.

Thank you again, and have a wonderful Halloween everyone! <3

No warnings (Rated: T)

“I think you could -hic- be the one…”

Roy cringed inwardly but elected not to entertain an answer, and instead lifted the stein to his mouth again to take another swig. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maes snigger and he fought the urge to scowl as his friend continued to sit on the sidelines while he was left to deal with the inebriated woman who had seated herself beside him. He knew just as well as Roy that she wasn’t the one, and yet he said nothing as Roy repeatedly, and politely, turned down her advances. Though she certainly matched the profile of the ‘brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty’ his sisters had once predicted would be his other half, a quick glance at her eyes was enough to tell Roy that she wasn’t the one he had once been searching for. A hand found itself on his blind shoulder and caused him to stiffen, and his grip on the mug in his hand tightened as a pang of irritation rippled through him. It seemed that, despite Moonfall being hours away, the vexation that often preceded his shift had decided to bleed through earlier than it usually would.

Maes shifted uncomfortably beside him, immediately picking up on the tension that had thickened the air around them. He placed a hand on Roy’s other shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Hey Roy, I just remembered Gracia said dinner would be ready soon. We should get going now it we want to get there while it’s still hot.”

“Right, we should get going.” He brushed the woman’s hand off his shoulder and gave her a half-hearted wave. “Sorry I wasn’t able to stay longer to chat,” he said as he began gather his jacket into his arms, “But perhaps another time we could–”

“‘s a shame that eye is gone,” he heard her pout as though she hadn’t heard his departing declaration. “‘Cause I’m sure it would look jus’ like mine.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think it would.” The patience he had tried so desperately to hold onto was beginning to quickly wane. On any other day the tone with which he replied would have appalled him, but on that particular evening he gave himself a pass. He dug his fingers into the palm of the hand that was tucked beneath his jacket to give himself something other than the mounting ire in his gut to focus on. “Because if it had,” he continued tight-lipped, “I’m sure your other eye would have turned brown the moment we met–”

“I think ‘s ‘cause you gotta look each other in both -hic- eyes.”

Roy shook his head and turned away from her, deciding that he was past the point of entertaining her further, when the slight pressure that encompassed his head suddenly vanished, and the eye he had hidden beneath a patch was exposed to the tavern’s light. His instinct of self-preservation kicked in and he whirled around, clipping her hand away while simultaneously reaching up to cover the eye she had exposed.

But it was too late.

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mouseymightymarvellous  asked:

Shikasaku: 12. When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

Thanks for sending in the prompt, Mousey! I hope you love it, doll!

A Little Something

Also on ao3 and ffn

“Hey, Sakura!” Sakura turned around at the call of her name and smiled when she saw it was Naruto running up to her. He had that goofy grin of his and his Hokage robes flew with him as he ran, his hat bouncing off his back from where it was tied.

“What’s up, Naruto-sama?” Sakura couldn’t help but tease him with a smile. Naruto had only been in office a few months and still got this embarrassed grin any time anyone ever called him Hokage.

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The Girl Next Door (Negan fic) - CHAPTER 5


“Any of them college boys ever fuck you like that?” Negan asked as he buttoned his pants and let out another breath before peeling open the refrigerator door.

Nicole still felt hot from the moment. Her senses hadn’t quite turned to normal and her face glowed a shade darker. “No,” she admitted, sitting down in one of the kitchen chairs to compose herself. A smile took over her face and she ran a hand across the back of her neck with a sigh.

Negan held a beer up and she nodded as he removed two from the fridge and joined her at the table.

“Thanks.” She watched as he used the table this time to pop the top on the Bud Lite and handed one over.

“What the fuck would your parents do if they walked in right now?” He smirked and slid in beside her at the table, lifting the bottle to his lips as he did.

“Right now… I think I could make an excuse.” Nicole smiled and sipped her beer. “Five minutes ago…” She raised her eyebrows and didn’t have an answer.

“Your dad have a shotgun?” Negan laughed to himself as she smiled and shook her head. He let out another decompressing breath and leaned all the way back in his chair. “Shit…”

Nicole pressed the side of the bottle to her cheek in a less-than-valiant attempt to cool off.

“Still hot and bothered honey?” Negan smiled, holding her eye contact as he swigged his beer again.

“Just a little.” Nicole smiled and ran a hand through her hair and then finally found it in her to relax back in the chair.

All of it still felt a bit surreal. Negan was in her house drinking a beer after the most incredible sex of her life. For the first time ever Nicole didn’t have a care in the world for what kind of consequences could stem from their actions. She was quite literally living in the moment.

Negan didn’t take his eyes off of her. The lazy post-coital gleam in his eye was unmistakable and Nicole finally chuckled when he failed to look away from here.

“What?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Negan’s face twisted into a smirk at first and then a full blown smile that made her melt. He motioned with his hand. “Let me see your phone.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Your fuckin’ phone.”

Nicole glanced around the kitchen, not wholly aware of where she’d left it and then reached over her should toward the counter when it finally caught her eye.

Negan waited patiently, still smirking to himself. “Punch the code in honey.”

Nicole did as he asked and was tempted to ask what he was doing but ultimately decided she had nothing to hide and slipped the phone into his wait palm.

“What the hell was that friend of yours name from the bar last night?” He asked.

Nicole pressed her eyebrows together, a small bout of jealousy filling her body. “Holly. Why?”

Negan kept his eyes on the small screen in front of him, letting his tongue dance over his lips in amusement as his finger began to type away at the keys.

The anxious butterflies returned to her stomach and Nicole was dying to know what he was writing.

Negan sipped his beer, smacking his lips together and then a noise went off that indicated he’d successfully sent a text message. “Here.” He tossed the phone back and crossed one foot over the other, waiting in anticipation as she read what he’d written.

Nicole’s eyes scanned the screen and she couldn’t contain an elated smile when she saw he had texted her parents claiming she was spending the night at Holly’s house.

When her eyes lifted to meet his Negan held his infamous smile and waited for what she would say.

Nicole decide to tease him. “I’m not staying at Holly’s house tonight.”

“I know.” He nodded matter-of-factly.

She snickered, knowing what he was getting at. “What about my car?”

Negan waved a hand again, requesting her phone again.

Nicole handed it over, smiling as he sent another message and this time he placed it back in her hand.

“Holly is on her way to pick me up,” she read aloud.

Negan cleared his throat and then took a longer sip from his drink. Before they could say anything more Nicole’s phone went off and he chuckled, prompting her to put her finger to her lips over an ear-to-ear grin.

“Now I fuckin’ thought you were an adult and could do whatever you wanted.” He winked and Nicole fought back a laugh as she answered the phone.

“Hi Mom.” She made eye contact with Negan who she knew was gaining far too much amusement from the situation. “Yeah I’ll text you when we get to her house… no we’re not going out drinking.”

Negan lifted the beer to hips lips and sent a snicker into the bottle. Nicole giggled but managed to hold the conversation with her mother.

“Yeah I’ll get us some pizza with the money.” She paused, “Okay, goodnight.”

When Nicole hung up the phone she eyed Negan who continued to grin at her. “How will I get back over here without being noticed?”

He winked. “I’ve put all the pieces of this plan into motion. Time for you to be creative.” Negan finished off the beer and sighed, tossing it into the garbage can and then slipped his boots back on.

Nicole watched him a moment, wanting confirmation for what he was implying even though she already knew.

Negan decided not to tease her as he had been and was completely straightforward this time. “I’m going to shower,” he informed her, “Pack a bag. I’ll leave the back door unlocked.”

She sighed and nodded. Overwhelmed was an understatement for how she was feeling. Everything had happened so fast but she felt like a willing passenger of a wild tornado of events.

“Come over anytime?” Nicole asked.

Negan squinted his eyes and took a few steps in her direction, not saying anything until he stared down at her from a few inches away. “I think you being shy about this shit should have gone out the window the second my dick entered your mouth the other night.” He tipped the corner of his mouth up in a smile.

Nicole could have pursued him again and was tempted to but he finally inched back.

“Come by whenever you’d like doll,” Negan told her, “Or not at all if that’s your choice.”

“I’ll pack a bag.” Nicole couldn’t even attempt to play hard to get. She knew he would have seen through it anyway.

Negan smiled, glanced down and then looked back up at her. “Then I guess I’ll see ya in a few fuckin’ minutes.” He winked and reached for the door handle before disappearing back out the door.

Cat Week 2016

A/N: inspired by an idea from my constant source of ideas @osnapizhannah .


“Hey babe…. I just got to the studio for the interview….um….text me when you are free…. I miss you.” I said when Adam’s voicemail beeped for me to leave a message.

I hadn’t spoken to him properly for 3 days and hadn’t seen him in over 2 weeks. I needed to see him, preferably face to face, but he was in Vegas all weekend playing back to back shows and I had just gotten back from touring and recording in Europe for 3 weeks. The time differences had been hellish.

Today I had landed from the UK, gone home to change, and was now heading to an interview with Ellen. My schedule was power packed at the moment, but I had a few weeks off after this and had organised some fun and relaxing things to do, including going to Adam’s shows in Vegas or wherever he was over the next couple of weeks.

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