sic parvis magna

ind. priv. sel. nathan drake from naughty dog's uncharted series. written by kylie. est. 4 june 2016.

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SLOWLY BUT SURELY getting my crap together on the new nate blog but question: i still love this url. should i use the one i’ve saved or ... keep this one & just scoot stuff over to the new blog ? i mean i love the one i have queued up, too. I CAN’T DECIDE. 

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FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN ------- i decided i’m gonna revamp nate! this revamping will encompass a replay of the games & a new URL / blog. BUT i am currently... super busy. so this revamp is going to come about slowly over the next few weeks, probably culminating sometime during thanksgiving break ... aNWAY!!! i don’t think i’m putting him on hiatus until then, i’ll probably pop on every now & again to answer threads as the muse strikes me, but i might be a little more quiet than usual. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FIND ME HERE, HERE, or HERE if you need to get a hold of me, but yeah, i’ll still be around on nate from time to time i’ll just be working on setting his new space up. uwu.

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ghostwritings:

                          a person’s life lying in front of you on scraps of paper, their whole story, their entire SOUL. you pick over it, you choose WORDS that make the most sense, you create a piece of art that will send them toppling to the ground. you do not SIGN the death warrant, but you write it. you are no more than a ghost. || original character, devised & written by kylie. est. 12 october 2016. 

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spunstories:

                    we were meant for this. and i promise, you and me, together?                                                 —— we’re gonna go far.                                      * contains autoplay. do not reblog to personals.

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real talk i think it’s time to replay the games.

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weighingsouls:

                                        ‘ these agents, my unit… every one of them has someone who depends on them. so it do this TO PROTECT THEM – my family. but i also know that every target… NO. every person… i kill has someone who cares for them as well. it breaks my heart. each one. another notch in my rifle. another weight on my soul. ‘   ||   ana amari from blizzard’s overwatch. written by kylie. est. 3 nov 2016. credit. 

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@viewtokill / @devilsuited my activity is literally broken & i blame u

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current blog roll call

thiefsluck || nathan drake || naughty dog’s uncharted series || active weighingsouls || ana amari || blizzard’s overwatch || active leitcr || felix leiter || ian fleming’s 007 novels || low-activity ghostwritings || mara peterson || espionage oc || low-activity

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selfservings:

you know, you should play the hero more often.       ❝      nah.       ❞      //      penned by cassidy.

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( spunstories )

❝  guess whose gotsum’ good news...  ❞   there’s a smile on his face then, something akin to a grin, though not quite as wide  ——  it would undoubtedly get there, once he dropped the announcement. a hand reaches for the nearest chair, pulling it towards himself and spinning it around, sitting himself down with his arms resting on the back.   ❝  y’know the panama thing? ‘find your way into this infernal place, bear my cross, and find the riches of paradise’? weeeelllll, i founda’ guy willing to get us into the prison ! some rich kid who agreed to a split t’fund the whole thing. you in?  ❞   his brows are arched, that grin still in place, and his excitement undeniable.

                                                   HIS EARS PERK UP at the words ‘good’ & ‘news’ -- the magazine he’d picked up from the newsstand when nobody was looking rustled loudly as the flimsy sheets hit the table in front of him. He waits, eager to hear what Sam has to say, knowing his brother isn’t going to say it until he’s got Nate well & hooked. Which is EASY. Because even though they’re older, he hasn’t quite lost that complete & utter fascination with the machinations of his brother, the way he works & seems to create jobs out of thin air. But his voice sounds different this time, as though this is truly a job worth their while. 

     When he actually REGISTERS what Sam has said, his mouth drops open a bit as his hand flies up to rub his chin, a gesture filled with excitement & incredulity.   ‘You serious?’   he asks, bewildered.   ‘This isn’t a JOKE? I mean ------- you’re saying ---------- Avery’s treasure?’

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( @goddamnthief didn’t ask for this but... )

                                      HE WATCHES INTENTLY, determined to not mess up once he’s given his chance. But the movements are subtle, and nigh untraceable - so the man wasn’t lying when he said he was GOOD... go figure. Nate isn’t ready to admit that he’s an amateur, though, so it’s time to PROVE he’s not only got talent, but that he’s a good student as well.

     Once Sully returns from executing the LIFT, Nate shrugs and crosses his arms, attempting to appear unimpressed.   ‘That looked easy enough. Tell me who & I’ll get the wallet, same way you did.’

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( goddamnthief )

“Please, enlighten me on how you would’ve solved our problem without her.” He’s not even going to try to be soft with this subject; in Sully’s opinion, it was honestly about time that Nate faced the music. Elena deserved better than what Nathan was offering ( at least currently ). The younger needed to realize this if he was ever going to patch things up.

Sully chuckled at Nate’s rejection of the drink, sipping at the glass of soda he’d gotten himself. It wasn’t his favorite, but it would do for the time being. “If I know anything, it’s that drinking doesn’t actually help you relax unless you’re actually in a relaxing environment. That means without the, uh…prospect of a messy reunion on the horizon.”

                                                            HE SCOWLS at the older man, knowing he has not way to answer adequately; there had been no other way. If there had been, he would have jumped at the prospect. He doesn’t want to see her ---- or does he? There’s a small thrumming in his chest at the thought of her, of being near her again. To say things hadn’t ‘worked out’ after their hasty court house marriage would be an understatement. To say it was ALL HIS FAULT wouldn’t be completely accurate, but it also wouldn’t be far from the truth. A million regrets clink around in his skull as he reaches up to rub his eyes - a physical gesture that speaks volumes of his frustration.

     ‘I’ll just be happy when this is all over,’   he remarks.   ‘The reunion, I mean.’   Once they get into Yemen, it won’t be a problem. They’ll go their way, and Elena will go hers. Probably. That’s what he’s hoping will happen. He’s not exactly excited to tell her what he’s -- what they’re up to. He knows she’ll give him that LOOK and he’ll get angry and, voilà, another fight. 

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i. i’m falling for you. yes, you. i don’t care if we’re not right for each other, or if the timing is wrong, or if for whatever reason the universe sent you to me at the worst time possible. i don’t know how i got you but i sure as hell am not losing you. ii. you’re worth it. you’re worth any heartbreak, any longing and wishing and fighting, the unavoidable tears and the inevitable anguish down the road. you’re worth every mile of distance between us, however far apart we are and however far apart we’ll ever have to be. iii. when you’re with me i feel whole. like everything that’s broken inside of me is healing again, and like somehow you complete the missing pieces of my heart. iv. even if i leave or you leave or we happen to go our separate ways, i know the universe will find a way for us to meet again. gravity will pull us back together at some point or another. because baby, i can’t think of any other two people who are meant to be together. v. you make me believe in love again, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.

everything i wanted you to tell me (insp.)  // h.j.   (via clairdelunes)

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———— & when we came back from the war, the banners & flags hung on everyone’s door. we danced and we sang in the street & the church bells rang; but burning in my heart, my memory smolders on of the gunner’s dying words on the intercom.

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andbraveries:

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

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( firstdegreefraud )

             ‘ ——— Of course I do. I’m a professional. ’

           ‘OH, A PROFESSIONAL. In that case... have at it. I wish you the best of luck.’

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Imagine Your OTP

Tol: is that my shirt

Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: ... no