The front page story of the Wallstreet Journal caught my eye this morning so I decided to take a closer look.

Teddy Goalsevelt.

Sneaking loudly is one of the most American descriptors ever.


i have mixed feelings about this


(a mix for isabela, for the abused girl sold into marriage, for the bold woman who was defined by her mistakes and for the proud pirate captain who is not ashamed to know who she is.)

PART I: a goat and a handful of gold coins || black sails theme song - bear mccreary // under the water - the pretty reckless // song of the sea - cake bake betty || PART II: our mistakes make us who we are || mother may i? - foe // kinda outta luck - lana del rey // in the sea - ingrid michaelson // the crooked kind - radical face || PART III: they don’t know me, i know me || this is what makes us girls - lana del rey // what the water gave me - florence + the machine // rocks and water - deb talan // i have made mistakes - the oh hello’s.


i like imagining that the reason zev won’t be in inquisition is that he’s on vacation with the warden in antiva and is trying desperately to keep every source of “tear in the veil”-related news away from them

like tackling people who are about to talk about the situation in orlais or randomly punching couriers 

literally having to use every assassin skill he’s ever learned to keep the warden from having to save the world again 

Me: I can work until 2 tomorrow if you need me.

Boss: No, it’s ok.

Manager: I can come in at 12, no worries.

Me: are you sure?

Both: yeah!

Me: *makes all the appointments for wednesday*

Me: *goes into work. Is scheduled until 2. Cries*

jkateel sent: For giveaway: Garrus and Shep, terrible flirting? :)


Set during ME2, not long after the “Reach and Flexibility” conversation.

Out of Range

Missions with Shepard and Garrus were unbearable.

On one hand, having them both on the field at once guaranteed that everything would turn out in their favor. The combined power of their sniper rifles and tech attacks was terrifying; everything within thirty feet of them fried. On the rare occasion that something passed that line, Shepard vanished within her tactical cloak and reappeared only when that something was twitching on the ground.

On the other hand, tagging along with the pair of them felt a lot like eavesdropping on an intimate conversation, one that Kasumi was missing a lot of context for.

Oh, she liked eavesdropping. Loved eavesdropping, really. But there were things that she’d rather not hear, and one of those things was the ongoing flirtation between her squadmates. Especially when they were so bad at it.

Shepard’s rustiness, she understood. The woman had been dead for two years. Of course she had a few kinks to work out. But Garrus? The guy who sang his own praises every time he shot down a target? Kasumi expected a little more confidence out of him.

One smirk from Shepard, though, and he started fumbling like a teenager. It would have been funny—cute, even—if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

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It’s to cute Imma die!