Sic Parvis Magna

-Indie Nathan Drake, from the Uncharted series, Blog. Please read the rules before you interact. Spoilers will probably happen, sorry. Written by: Nigel.-

[victorsullys]

Uncharted: Nate’s Theme (Violin Cover) Taylor Davis

[theassassinwithatophat-blog]

//So, I did a makeup test for my Nathan Drake Cosplay. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out.//

[nathan-nate-drake]

Nate: Hmm let me think of a plan. I'm the best at plans.

Elena: No. You're not.

Nate: Name one bad plan.

Elena: (...)

[nathan-nate-drake]

//Offline: I’ve got to get some sleep. Goodnight. I would really love to roleplay, if anyone if up for it?

[nathan-nate-drake]

me: [doesnt get attention for fifteen seconds]

me: [drapes self over the lounge] it is fine. i am Okay. i suppose it is simply my destiny to die alone. Abandoned. Without a soul in the world to care for me. [delicately wipes a glistening tear from my eye] i'm not bothered. i Understand why you all Hate Me and wish me dead. after all, maybe it is all for the best....... [i stare forlornly into the middle distance, allowing my limbs to go slack as i lie back and wait to wither away, ignored forever]

[nathan-nate-drake]

Nathan (obviously talking to Elena): I love you

Me: I Love you too!

[nathan-nate-drake]

//Random babbling: Woo! I almost have my Nathan cosplay done, I’m pretty excited. I might post pictures, but I dunno.//

[altair]

bonus:

[risingsh0t]

Sam’s pirate joke

[nathan-nate-drake]

TAGGED BY: @samuelesque TAGGING ( EIGHT PEOPLE ): @nathan-drake-is-a-hero, anyone who wants to really.! ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Nigel TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): 3rd of May, 1998 THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): Taurus FOUR ( HEIGHT ): About 5′3″ (Like Wolverine, woo!) FIVE ( TIME ): 1:57 AM SIX ( SLEEP ): I hate sleeping, so I usually avoid it until I have to (I usually sleep 5-6 hours). SEVEN ( FAVORITE BOOKS ): Genre: Fantasy, Book: Les Miserables EIGHT ( FAVORITE ARTISTS ): Um... James Swearingen NINE ( LAST MOVIE WATCHED ): Lethal Weapon 4 TEN ( COLLEGE ): I’m taking a year off before I start college. ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): Actor TWELVE ( THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): Well, I was just kind of like, look, Nathan’s name with hyphens. 

[nathan-nate-drake]

//Offline. Time to head to bed. Goodnight everyone.//

“Goodnight, time to get some shut eye...”

[nathan-nate-drake]

//Offline. Well, I should be getting some sleep. Goodnight everyone.//

“It’s a lot easier to sleep when your brother isn’t telling you ridiculous jokes... Especially when you can’t admit their funny because you’re trying to be mad at him.”

[shadysquid]

I fucked up a job interview so bad today they asked me why I wanted to work at this fast food restaurant and I blanked and said that when I was little I liked their fries and wanted to be the French fry queen

[shadysquid]

I got the job

[nathan-nate-drake]

Open RP//

Books lay strewn about the floor of a run down motel room. A young Nathan Drake sat on the floor, pouring over various books and papers, his eyes tracing each word as if they would suddenly speak to him and tell him exactly what it was he was looking for. A few pictures were laid out and a worn, brown leather, journal lay at his side. The journal was open to a page with hastily written words and a few drawings of an odd ornate egg.

Nate grumbled to himself and sat back on his knees, scratching his head. He'd been at this for hours, pouring over what he could find, trying to piece the different pages and pictures together. Nathan grit his teeth and slumped down,"crap..." He muttered. He'd been spending the last two weeks trying to find a particularly fascinating treasure; he was searching for the Royal Danish. He'd been fascinated by it, and was particularly interested in finding the egg, it was worth thousands, and if they could actually find it, it would do them some good. Nate breathed heavily, his stomach grumbling. He slumped down on the floor beside the papers and stretched,"God, this is stressful... There's no leads..." He muttered to himself. The young Drake glanced up as the door clicked open,"Hey, you're finally back, did you bring food? I'm starving."

[nathan-nate-drake]

//Thinking about making an open starter, but I don’t know if I have the confidence to write it...//

[nathan-nate-drake]

Balls and wheels

Sam: So...a pirate walks into a bar...

Sully: Oh, great. Here we go.

Sam: And he's got this steering wheel sticking out of his crotch.

Sully: All right.

Sam: So the bartender goes, "hey, man, what's with the wheel?"

Sam: And the pirate says back, "Arrr! It's drivin' me nuts!"

[beholdingslut]

do you ever get overwhelmed by the amount of history in the world that you don’t know

[violethour320]

did Nathan Drake write this