- Ferguson protests aren’t over. Here’s why they picked up again this week.
- Last night’s protests (storify)
- Officers “preparing for the worst” if Darren Wilson is not indicted
- DOJ tells Ferguson, STL Co. cops to ban “I Am Darren Wilson” wristbands and says they need to wear name tags (Wristband letter) (Name tag letter) (storify)
- Time for MO’s Supreme Court to enter the Ferguson fray
- 5 things about covering Ferguson
- Tef Poe: “Hip Hop is failing us”
1 - gives kibble to dogs in shelters with a single click
2 - gives 10 pieces of kibble to dogs in shelters, whether you get the question right or not
3 - gives 10 pieces of kibble to cats in shelters, whether you get the question right or not
4 - gives cat litter to cats in shelters with a single click
I’m not saying anybody HAS to do this, but it IS quick and easy. :)
|24. Drunk sex. Sonya/Garrus.|
This is from the sex prompt meme a couple of months ago. Some day, I swear I will finish all of the prompts in my inbox. (Currently 11 left). And on that glorious day… I will ask for more prompts.
“Ah, sir?” Cortez asked from the front of the shuttle. “We’re back on the Normandy.”
“I knew you could get us here, Cortez,” Shepard slurred.
Garrus didn’t even try to hold back his snort. They had just come from the biggest party of the year, hell the century, maybe even the millennium on Tuchanka. Not every day someone cured the genophage. Wrex decided to host a bond fire with enough booze to outlast the damn Reapers. And Garrus and Shepard drank far too much, thanks to their need to both celebrate and mourn.
Besides him, Shepard was curled up under his arm. The public display of affection would never be tolerated if she was sober, but Shepard liked to touch when she drank and as it happened, Garrus very much liked to be touched…
Before he did something he might regret, like nuzzle Shepard in front of Cortez, Garrus said, “Thanks for the ride.”
“Dismissed,” Shepard said, enunciating each syllable carefully.
Cortez chuckled and stood up. “Lock up when you leave.”
“Will do,” Garrus said, slipping his hand into the waistband of Shepard’s BDU as Cortez left the shuttle.
“I didn’t think he’d ever leave,” Shepard said, climbing onto Garrus’ lap. She immediately started undoing the latches of his chest piece. “You have no idea how much I wanted to drag you in to a dark corner during that party.”
“Yeah?” Garrus asked, tossing his chest piece to the ground.
Shepard grabbed hold of his collar and looked him in the eye. “How many krogan do you think are trying to make babies at this very moment?”