Eistee
almualimbeatbox:



for trystyian (I wasn’t given a source but it’s Doubleleaf)


This shouldn’t have happened. Altair was better than this and yet… this was it. Some part of Malik was scared, that help wouldn’t arrive in time. Altair had barely noticed his own wounds until he’d collapsed. Malik had had to send his men to get supplies from the infirmary in the upper levels of the fortress. He himself had stayed, he wouldn’t leave Altair alone, he’d seen what happened when he did that last time: never again.
Altair had his head on Malik’s lap, crimson staining his clothes, even his hood was spotted with droplets of blood though it lay crumpled on Malik’s lap revealing the rest of the small cuts and bruises on Altair’s face. Such wounds, from an old man no less. Altair’s eye lids fluttered, trying to stay open, though his eyes were out of focus, slightly glassy. Malik watched them roll in their sockets, wishing there was something he could do.
He was surprised when, blearily, Altair reached up and touched Malik’s chin with his finger tips. “Altair-
Knuckles pressed against Malik’s lower lips and chin. “It hurts,” Altair moaned softly.
"Shut up," Malik said, reaching to grab his hand. Altair’s cut hand closed around Malik’s fingers instead. "Just shut up,"  he said again firmly, twisting their hands around so Malik could put Altair’s back down. "You’ll be okay," he said and ran his hand through Altair’s hair gently. Altair whined and grabbed Malik’s hand again. "Altair-
"Don’t," Altair said weakly, holding onto Malik’s hand tightly. "Don’t let me go," he said, looking at Malik desperately.
"I won’t," Malik promised and he looked up at the sound of boots. His men had returned with medical supplies. "You’ll be all right," he assured Altair who seemed a bit more at peace when Malik said that. 

almualimbeatbox:

for trystyian (I wasn’t given a source but it’s Doubleleaf)

This shouldn’t have happened. Altair was better than this and yet… this was it. Some part of Malik was scared, that help wouldn’t arrive in time. Altair had barely noticed his own wounds until he’d collapsed. Malik had had to send his men to get supplies from the infirmary in the upper levels of the fortress. He himself had stayed, he wouldn’t leave Altair alone, he’d seen what happened when he did that last time: never again.

Altair had his head on Malik’s lap, crimson staining his clothes, even his hood was spotted with droplets of blood though it lay crumpled on Malik’s lap revealing the rest of the small cuts and bruises on Altair’s face. Such wounds, from an old man no less. Altair’s eye lids fluttered, trying to stay open, though his eyes were out of focus, slightly glassy. Malik watched them roll in their sockets, wishing there was something he could do.

He was surprised when, blearily, Altair reached up and touched Malik’s chin with his finger tips. “Altair-

Knuckles pressed against Malik’s lower lips and chin. “It hurts,” Altair moaned softly.

"Shut up," Malik said, reaching to grab his hand. Altair’s cut hand closed around Malik’s fingers instead. "Just shut up,"  he said again firmly, twisting their hands around so Malik could put Altair’s back down. "You’ll be okay," he said and ran his hand through Altair’s hair gently. Altair whined and grabbed Malik’s hand again. "Altair-

"Don’t," Altair said weakly, holding onto Malik’s hand tightly. "Don’t let me go," he said, looking at Malik desperately.

"I won’t," Malik promised and he looked up at the sound of boots. His men had returned with medical supplies. "You’ll be all right," he assured Altair who seemed a bit more at peace when Malik said that. 

Me: I won't ship anything in assassin's creed fandom. Nope. Not getting there.
*finds mrasayf's blog*
Me: Well, fuck
we-love-the-creed:

ShadowsBy 流放無間

jutsei:

Playing a co-op game for the first time with friends who are very good at it

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daveandjadeotp:jetgreguar:i’ve been comprimised i laughed for about 349583492547252 years

daveandjadeotp:

jetgreguar:

i’ve been comprimised 

i laughed for about 349583492547252 years

averydrunkbear:

This is a serious game, for serious people. 

(The reference is kinda obvious but yeah.)

WALKING OUT OF AN EXAM

ohgodbenny:

howdoiputthisgently:

FRESHMAN YEAR:

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SENIOR YEAR:

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I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO ACCURATE.

zakuro-san:

satinhands:

plankt0n:

lost-moonlight:

Imagine though when you find your soul mate and the happens

this is one of the most beautiful gifs I’ve seen.

No but imagine the school jock and the nerd he beats up every day finally run into each other in the locker room or at a pool or something and their chest start glowing and they both look at each other and just go “Oh fuck no.”


It was always the same every day…

The guy would come to beat me up over a tiny, stupid whim.

I wish my day would change from that.

"Sup, nerd~"

"Ready for another lesson??"

"….What the—"
"…Huh?"

"Y-Your chest it—"
"Wait…NO—SHIT—"
"That means we’re—-"

I ASKED FOR A CHANGE, BUT THIS IS NOT WAS I WAS LOOKING FOR.
LMFAO welp this is how I imagined it. ENJOY
-MANIACALLY CACKLES-

zakuro-san:

satinhands:

plankt0n:

lost-moonlight:

Imagine though when you find your soul mate and the happens

this is one of the most beautiful gifs I’ve seen.

No but imagine the school jock and the nerd he beats up every day finally run into each other in the locker room or at a pool or something and their chest start glowing and they both look at each other and just go “Oh fuck no.

It was always the same every day…

The guy would come to beat me up over a tiny, stupid whim.

I wish my day would change from that.

"Sup, nerd~"

"Ready for another lesson??"

"….What the—"

"…Huh?"

"Y-Your chest it—"

"Wait…NO—SHIT—"

"That means we’re—-"

I ASKED FOR A CHANGE, BUT THIS IS NOT WAS I WAS LOOKING FOR.

LMFAO welp this is how I imagined it. ENJOY

-MANIACALLY CACKLES-

lessid362:

frozen-autumn-sky:

What have I done…

Here face at the end……

rabbiting:

sailor moon, doing moon stuff with her moon swords

rabbiting:

sailor moon, doing moon stuff with her moon swords