The Last of Us Sentence Meme

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"I can’t lose him. I love him” 

Actually, he welcomed Arryn ‘whacking him’ with th- No, he welcomed Arryn’s wacki- He wasn’t going to make that joke work, so he decided to move on. First step in moving on? Belting the lyrics to the song as loudly as he possibly could. 

    “I drank too much last night, got bills to pay! My head just feels in pain I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today, I’m late for work again!”

He would not be defeated by words alone. He would not!

          Never let it be said that Arryn was a particularly patient woman. Even in times of great peril and daunting prospects, she'd never been that. A military leader, yes, a good Queen, yes, but far be it from patient, for patient she was not. And while she was reasonably more tolerant than she was patient, it was not by a great deal.

          And so, with a heavy roll of her eyes, she raised her arm and brandished the whisk, thumping it rather hard on his arm; definitely hard enough to let him know she was not above doing it again.

when your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking 

and they look at the others’ lips

Send me a ship; Ultimate Edition

Hi there. If you’re seeing this post then you are either a follower of mine, or a follower of a follower of mine who’s reblogged this. Either way, I bid you a good day. I made this blog twenty two days ago and in that time I have amassed a small squadron of loyal and lovable followers (You guys. Or you guys’ friends if you’re.. well you understand.)

Uhh I don’t really.. You guys are awesome, okay? I say it a lot, so much so that I think people are tired of hearing it but you are amazing. Seriously, every single one of you is a beautiful composer and its been an absolute honour composing these shenanigans with you. It’s been really amazing seeing folk take to Dom and interact with him, as I thought this blog would’ve been deleted within a week of it going up.

You’re beautiful, beautiful souls and I want to repay your astounding kindness and writing prowess with a little something of my own. But before I get to that, I have names to name and fingers to point!

These are my dearest comrades.. The writers and warriors that are perpetually making me sit back and say ‘wow jeez you’re great, tell me more about the wizardry you use to create amelodic symphonies’. I love them. The gods love them. They’re awesome.

skylar-rockwell | exulantis / voluptxtem | dxscidium / arianashepard | the-light-gun | warriorqueenofcamelot | reikokutoattakai | sweetheartsnark | xprinsesse | deadliiest | starxdouche | thekiiller | knxwyourbones | trinityexmachina | dontgoalxne 

NOW! For those who don’t fall on Mount Olympus, there’s still an entire army of cunning linguists who have taken time out to write with me. And the writings that have been shared with me are point blank amazing. If you had to go for a ‘second place’ (though don’t think of it like that, because these are all just opinions, and you should be your favourite writer) this is the second place you should shoot for. (Like… Alright, if the first set of people were at a 100. You guys are at a 95)

xferoz / xviagens | challeure | firesandfloods | lipsticklxsbian | vigoare | amitixl | legendxrystxrlord | legendaryxutlaw | prideofthemountain | aviiculae | likekevinbacon | calamusrue | sxcietate 

So! As per all Super Ultra Arcade Remix Hyper Edition EX Plus Alpha Prime events there’s a give away at the end of it all! A giveaway for things I can do which… which is kinda limited, but still pretty awesome ( i like to think ) 

There will be FOUR WINNERS! First Place, Second Place, Third Place and then a Grand Prize that goes out regardless of who’s actually ‘won’. 

First place winner will receive : One (1) Magazine style edit for a character of their choosing, twenty (20) Icons for a character of their choosing (Gif or regular, doesn’t matter to me) and one (1) graphic edit (of my choosing, so like a pair of online/offline banners, a ship gif, anything I can think of I dunno.) for any character(s) of their choosing. 

Second place winner will receive : One (1) Magazine style edit for a character of their choosing or twenty (20) icons for a character of their choosing. (Same as above. Gif icons or regular icons, I gotchu!)

Third place winner will receive : Fifteen (15) icons for a character of their choosing (same rules) and a lot of personal affection. Cause I know it’s gotta be rough getting third, so I’ll be in your inbox letting you know how much you mean to me.

GRAND PRIZE WINNER WILL RECEIVE PIZZA! Grand Prize is seperate because one of the winners might not want to give me their personal information (an address) for me to order them a pizza, so its free wheeling. Pizza order must be $25 or less… and beyond that you’re basically getting a free pizza (or pizzas if you can get a bunch for less than 25 bucks.) If you win the grand prize and you’re not a fan of pizza then talk to me and we can work out some other food for you to receive / gift for you to get.

Here are the rules!

If you unfollow after you’ve received your prize, I will put the ‘thinner’ curse on your family until you and everyone you love is reduced to dust.

So don’t like it and then reblog it later.. Its not really worth all that. Even if you don’t win and you want some icons, let me know.. I’ll probably whip them up for you just because.

No fancy thing for that… You’ve got till 11:59:59 PM on August 16th to get an entry in. Anything submitted past that point will be ignored / balled up and thrown at you for being a tardy dangus.

Seriously. You’re great. Thanks.

THIS LINK HERE will take you to a post that shows my graphical ability (hehe) and what you might expect/ask for if your number comes up in this thing. Um.. That’s about it! Thanks for coming out. Stay safe!

          “Shouldn’t it be me bowing to you? I think that’s how things like that work.”                    Allan ducked his head lightly and flashed a grin at the woman. "My name’s Allan. I’m… travelling.”

        "When it comes to courtesy, my dear, it does not matter so much who bows to who, so long as common decency is the norm." She smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows at him. "Just travelling? Alone at dusk in the woods? Perhaps I may accompany you to your destination."

The World's End || warriorqueenofcamelot

warriorqueenofcamelot

     It was midnight, probably the most dangerous time of day. At least that’s what Athaela believed, so she always made sure to be awake at that time. It was easier when she had a companion, as that way she could sleep while they watched the area and she could do the same while they slept. But she no longer had her companion- she was all alone in this dark, gruesome world she called home. It wasn’t even a proper home. It was a forest with darkness festering in every corner, every clearing. 

     But there was no other place she could go. She could not go back to the city she was trained in, they wouldn’t accept her there. She couldn’t go back to her place of birth, Eefryst- it was overrun now by monsters. There where other kingdoms, though she was fearful. She did not want to chance going somewhere new when there could always be more monsters lurking, ready for the kill- or other innocents like her, fighting to survive. 

     She couldn’t even remember what the world was before this. She was only the age seven at the time. But she remembered the disasters. A virus was what took place first, wiping almost half of the population. Then there was an earthquake, so many lives were lost in that too. And the next three natural disasters after that. All together it left on quarter. It didn’t take long after that for the creatures to come. Those who commited suicide or died from fear alone started coming back to life, but different. They were rotting corpses but moving, and they were cold blooded killers.

     Out here it was always kill or be killed. Athaela never had the heart to kill anybody she came across, not unless they decided to strike against her. She had even saved a few people, but never stayed around long enough for them to thank her. Her only thought was to keep moving. Keep moving, they won’t find you. Keep moving, you’ll survive. That’s what she told herself. And That’s what she was telling herself now.

     But noises broke her from her thoughts. Footsteps in the distance. She wandered over to the nearest tree and began climbing upwards. Athaela perched on top of a branch, eyes roaming over the forest floor. She could see one of those creatures, and someone else. Possibly an innocent. She immediately drew an arrow from her quiver, sliding her bow off her shoulder. The next few moments were just a dull blur- she didn’t really care for them. The arrow hit its target, straight through the creatures head, between the eyes. Perfect. That’s all she needed to see before she made her descent back to ground.

     Her life wasn’t supposed to be like this. Hiding in trees, killing whatever seemed to be a threat, living in a forest and eating whatever she animal she could kill. No, in the old times she was a Princess of Leidon. She was supposed to be living in a castle, married perhaps by now. And her family should have still been alive. But they were all dead, and she was far from a princess now. She was a killer, even if she didn’t want to be. No matter what, she would never be able to wash the blood off her hands.

          Arryn was only ten years old when it began, and she will never forget the horror of it. It was not only her kingdom that was effected, it had been all of them. It had ravaged the whole realm, the disease, and then earthquakes and the floods and the fire. She'd tried to her best to help, but she'd watched her kingdom crumble before her eyes, and she'd barely escaped with her life. She'd only been ten years old, and her father had perished by fire, her only remaining guardian Gaius drowning shortly after.

          What had remained of the knights had escorted her to safety, and soon she and all the other survivors had entered a school that taught them how to fight and survive. Arryn was highly skilled, at least in combat. She'd been fighting since she could walk, and she excelled. She was assigned a partner and she was released, but she was all alone now, fighting for her life every single moment she was out there, fighting those who had risen from their graves.

          It was a sick, masochistic form of torture, she supposed, to be forced to kill again that which as once living, and not for the first time she found herself wondering exactly what they had all done to deserve such punishments. She wondered what had forced the Gods to look down upon them and wish for such pain and misery. Or maybe there were no Gods. Maybe they, too, had perished along with the mere mortals, the countless innocents who had lost their lives.

          She and her partner had fought together for three years upon release from the academy. They'd become foolish, careless, and one night had found themselves surrounded, cornered by the undead creatures. He had known she was a princess, and had told her that one day, when the world was right again, they would need her once more. He'd forced her to run, and run she had. She had no idea if he was still alive or not, but she deeply hoped he was. She had loved him, after all. Merlin, his name had been.

          Although she doubted that anyone would need her, and she doubted the world would ever be right again. She knew that this was her life now, and she would die fighting. She hated it.

          Arryn paused in her movements, her thoughts screeching to a halt, her hand flying to the sword she kept at her belt. She held her breath as she heard a thud coming from the trees to her right. Drawing her sword slowly, she carefully headed in that direction, her steps cautious and quiet until she came upon a scene; a young woman, maybe slightly younger than herself, and a member of the undead, an arrow protruding from the creature's head. She breathed a small sigh of relief, and shifting her weight, a branch under her foot snapping as she did so, alerting the other to her presence.

     ”Perhaps you’re supposed to shut up, or at least that’s what I’m hoping”

           "Oh wonderful. You're a pleasant one, aren't you?."

    “Trust me. You will definitely regret hearing this story at a later date. You’ll hear it, you’ll get mad and then more bad shit will happen afterwards.”

The incentive was alcohol.It was a gin-y alcohol in a very blue bottle and it was the only liquid he’d pour into his holy grail.. Ooh, he’d need a holy grail now. And plans just got better and better. Crazy regicidal sister wasn’t brought into the next generation. Good? Good for the blonde, not so good for anyone who wanted to see this story come to a stunning conclusion. 

    “Yo-… You’r- Bullshit, you’re King Arthur? The history books got that wrong that badly? No mention of you having tits at all.. Well! It is an honor to meet you, highness.. I always thought you were a badass with that sword in the rock shit. I emulate that style of pulling out in my day to day life..”

And then, from one King to another, Dominic pressed a hand to his stomach and bowed in recognition. Cool. Very fucking cool.. Genderbent royalty, Dom was very into it.

     "Still, I believe it would be a rather interesting tale to hear. Perhaps I'd share with you my story in return, seeing as no one around here truly know what happened, given that I am, in fact, a girl. I believe that's sexism at work, mate."

      She was very certain that when it came to retelling her story hundreds of years ago, some guy had decided that they'd change her into a dude because 'queens were delicate and kings were badass' or some bullshit like that. She'd like to meet that guy, and show him just how badass she could be.

      She quirked an amused eyebrow at him, moving to fold her arms over her chest as she leaned against the world. "Nope, I'm definitely a chick. Definitely was then, definitely am now. Unless you'd like to check for yourself?" she teased.

      Maybe it was the fact that times were modern, but this version of her was definitely more brassy and outgoing than the previous one. Although she supposed women in Arthurian times didn't go around asking men things like that, no matter how badass they were.

Not A Big Deal?! || with lonelyembitteredsoul || Arryn and Morgana

"Um…wow drama queen much?"

      "I am not being dramatic! I think I'm genuinely having a heart attack over this."