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ok guys, i havent been around for awhile and thats becuz i have a new rp blog called egyptiandeathgod which is an OC 1st civilization for the asscreed fandom. this account may or may not be deleted or left permanently dormant since i am moving to egyptiandeathgod.
if yall gots question or concern just send me an ask or fan mail.
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hope u enjoy my muse Anubis @ egyptiandeathgod
“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”
Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”
oh my god
I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.
I’m almost afraid to want it.
John Green, we’re waiting.
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something. “Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.
SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL
Plot Twist:
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”
I’M SCREAMING
FUCK IT GOT BETTER
I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.
OMG PLOT TWIST TWIST COMING SOON
so here’s the plot twist twist He was crying, the main character, Robert. Why would he shed tears? The man was stoic by nature, standing at 6’5” with a 5 o’ clock shadow of a connected beard and mustache, strong arms, and slightly large hands. noticeable abs and peca that ANYBODY would kill for.he even had the look to go with it, a strong jaw Why shed tears now? Because the person he came to know, the one who read his life when he had barely understood what letters where then, the one who learned to read his story, the person that opened him and kept him all his life… Had cancer. Robert was 30 and his significant other, Reid, was only 27. It had only been a tumor, Robert had him seek immediate treatment, the cancer was aggressive. Within a week the tumor had spread from the left side of his torso. Chemotherapy wasn’t working. Robert watched in helpless horror as Reid went constantly dropped weight until his clothes hung off his frame. However not all hope was lost. The book Robert had come from was set in the future, where all sickness and disease could be cured with a single injection. But there was a catch. The side effects would be permanent amnesia, Reid would lose all memory of their time together. Everything. Not only that it would put his body in permanent stasis, he wouldn’t age, just like Robert. They had discussed it of course. “It’s the only way” Reid was more than willing, “but I can’t do this to you, what if you can’t come back out of the book?” Robert was terrified of losing him. “I WILL come back” he couldn’t deny Reid’s last chance, so with a heavy heart he let Reid go. 2 years went by after Reid had been absorbed into the science fiction novel. And Robert waited. He waited all the time. But as the near year began to come in he contemplated going back in his book. He paced, and paced, and paced, and PACED. Looking at the book each time he passed it by. The science fic novel was on an altar surrounded by candles, the book was open to the page in the chapter where the serum is given to everyone. Reid had been so frail when he last went in. There was also a fine layer of dust over the pages. Robert refused to clean it and even had weights on each side of the book so drafts or wind wouldn’t turn the pages.
Welp, there goes the first season
Netflix was my life u til I couldn’t find the second season of Tron: Uprising
What the shit?
I WANT MY OTP BACK GIVE IT BACK DISNEY
I’m a writer ok? I CAN’T WORK WOTHOUT MY OTP Omfg Disney you don’t even know how I felt when I saw Beck and Tron
Just look at them
THEY ARE PERFECT TOGETHER
I just can’t function without these two every time is see them together
Its like
Like every night is smut night with these two
they asked me to enter the ball pit
How do u even c in that thing?
All the Bonds.
This is fantastic.
Realizing the Bonds are like Americans version of Doctor Who…just more killing and a lot more sex
James bond is fucking British dude.
did someone really just think that james bond is american
did someone really think James Bond kills more people than the doctor
This is fuming brilliant
Reblog if you're over 10 and you still have stuffed animals on your bed or in your room.
The wraith in Old Crestwood has special dialogue for some of your companions. I took Cole with me and when he tried to speak to it he said,
"My name is—"
And the wraith replied, “Compassion. I did not ask for your name.”
Cole is a spirit of compassion.
Holy balls of sugar, I just got this dialogue yesterday! It was nice to get some confirmation that Cole is in fact a spirit of Compassion. :D
(｡+･`ω･´)
you are beautiful
J Hall Comics really delivered with this one (via Imgur)
Amanda Seyfried talking about fainting on the set of Les Miserables.
Gel pens are awesome!
Hella trippy
We need to stop promoting the idea that fat people are only beautiful if they dress hyper-feminine or hyper-masculine.
Yes, fat babes wearing 50s-style dresses and red lipstick are gorgeous, but so are fat babes who like to wear baggy tshirts and no makeup.
Only talking about the beauty of fat people who spend a great deal of time styling themselves promotes the idea that somehow fat people are not as beautiful as everyone else and need to try harder.
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He can swim!!!?
Enchanted Moon by Nima Shayesteh
Animated Movies that Deserve Sequels
The Book of Life
Big Hero 6
Rise of the Guardians
Wreck-It Ralph
Animated Movies That Don’t Need a Sequel
Frozen
Completely accurate.
“I want to be a hematologist. That’s a blood doctor. Well not a blood doctor, exactly. But a doctor that finds cures for blood diseases.” “How’d you decide on that?” “We were dissecting frogs in class and learning about how the blood flows through the body. And I went home that night and wrote an essay. And it wasn’t like any other essay I’d ever done. Normally when I write essays, it takes me a long time, but this was the fastest essay I ever wrote. So the next day I was asking the teacher mad questions, and she was like, ‘You know you can get a job in this.’ And she pulled it up on the internet, and was showing me all about hematologists.”
“In the name of the King you’re ordered to halt!” a loud voice boomed. “Stupid Red Coats,” Altair muttered looking back as about ten men streamed into the church and made right for them with muskets which they quickly pulled up onto their shoulders aiming them. “Should have used the back entrance,” Ezio said softly, “Someone must have seen us. I mean we did break into a church.” “Yeah,” Altair sighed. “I don’t feel like this place deserves another massacre,” he said both of them totally ignoring the Red Coats who were standing about twenty feet away looking very serious. “You two are under arrest for- “Hold the thought junior. The adults are talking here,” Ezio barked at the man who’d spoken and cowed him into silence. “Can we just run? We’re good at running and it’s to hot to fight,” he complained his attention back to Altair. “To hot to run,” Altair grumbled. “Says the Syrian,” he said unimpressed. “Hold on a minute there you just can’t- “Okay, we’re running,” Altair sighed and that was that. The back door came upon them quickly and Altair threw himself at it. It buckled, and swung open into the Philadelphia summer. He managed to stay on his feet before they bolted in different directions the yells of the Red Coats chasing them out of the church.
fucking idiots ‘lets just ignore the police and have a conversation’
-Picking Apples
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