(via 0zu93ijn4gfa1.jpg (JPEG Image, 720 × 530 Pixels))

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Far_Cry_(2013_film)

Guys, guys. I think there’s going to be a movie about far cry 3.

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

0.1 ━━━━ history is written by the victors.

i've decided to start posting on tumblr, so this is a new beggining! i've had this doc idea for a while, and i'd like for it to be an indicative of what i can do. ❝ history is written by the victors ❞ is a text-heavy, single-muse google doc, that has a variety of links & a few images. it's very obviously centered around finnick odair, and I hope that the doc has managed to capture at least some of his essence.

about the use go to file, then select make a copy. do not remove the credit, please. turn off the ability to make a copy before using it. like & reblog this post if you are going to use it.

likes & reblogs are appreciated!

access the document · ━━ ˊ * 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘...

Kick/Ass 2

The Motherfucker: I'm so sorry!

shark: it's too late to apologizeeee, it's too laaate

Vick: I wanna get to know Sarah's daughter.

Felix: No! Get out, Vick!

Vick: Why nooot?

Felix: Well, for starters, you're a drug dealer...

Vick: I could support her financially.

Guardian! Andromeda •James Delaney angst part 2•

He'd first seen her when He'd fell into the water as the ship sank. It'd been flashes of her white dress, her long hair, her face. And right before He was about passed out from oxygen deprivation, He'd felt her dainty arms wrap around his body and bring him to the surface so he could suck in huge breaths of air. But he saw nothing. Not even as he feverishly searched around him and in the water. But he knew. The second time was when he'd been ready to give up. He'd been whipped and forced to work in the hot sun. Sweat poured down his body and exhaustion was fighting him. But he knew if he fell, if he stopped working, he was dead. They'd kill him. And right as he was about to let exhaustion take over He'd felt a rush of energy. Like someone else had taken over and he was moving once again with a new found pace. And he knew this time too. It wasnt a coincidence she came to him when he needed her the most. So He'd started using his new found powers to call upon her. To get a glimpse. The first time he'd seen her she was sitting on the bank of the lake shore humming and knotting flowers together as the wind blew her hair back. She paused her work and turned to look at him with a smile. "Alright james?" She'd asked him. And he was so startled that he'd let go of the vision and tumbled back into the land of the consciousness. And as he had gotten better control of his powers he had been able to talk and interact with her more and more. And that brought him to now. Somehow. He didn't know how. But he had manifested her outside of his visions. And she followed him Everywhere. At first he didn't mind. He enjoyed the company. But when he returned to London, he had work to do. And she seemed to always be lecturing him. No matter that he was already called mad delaney. No. Now he was seen talking to himself by others. They couldn't see or hear her after all. She was sat on the table where he sat in helgas brothel, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. A look of boredom on her face as James scanned the room. "James. Can we go home yet?" He set down his goblet and swallowed. "No." He said quietly. She huffed. "Hes not here. The captain is not coming is he? Or he would've been here." She said. James ignored her and she rolled her eyes. Dieing at 16 really sucked. She hadnt been kissed, was still a virgin, and now she was stuck with the worlds grumpiest James delaney. Well. She wasnt stuck. She chose to stay. And she would go back and die again if it meant Zilpha was safe. But from what she saw Zilpha had turned cold and she didn't like it. The bell above the door rang and she turned to look. "James.." "hush." "James!" He winced as her yell rang in his ears. He looked up and saw the soldiers. He cursed and stealthily got up and made for the back door. But was spotted. "Delaney!" He kept walking. One pulled out their gun and shot. She knocked into him to push him sideways, the bullet went through her body and stuck into a pillar. He opened the door and disappeared into the alley, hiding until they came out. He then took out a knife and slit the ones throat before catching the other ones attention. She narrowed her eyes as the man pulled out a dagger of his own. Before she could do a thing James lunged. They grappled and the man managed to slice james' side open. He groaned and plunged his knife into the man's neck much like He'd done to her killer. He leaned back against the wall and lifted his shirt. It was bad. "James.." she said worriedly. He waved her off. "Let's just get home." He said and moved with great pain, stumbling down the streets. She let him use her as a crutch. Shoving some of her energy into him to get him home. He banged on the door and Andy could've cried when her dad opened the door. But she composed herself and helped James fall against the couch. She stood by watching the two of them. Her eyes glistened with tears watching her dad. When he went into the kitchen to get supplies James looked at her through pain filled and hooded eyes. "He misses you." She smiled sadly. "I miss him too." She said taking a seat beside him. Brace returned shortly and fixed up James best he could before retiring. James stayed on the couch for a while before standing and making his way to the stairs. "Im going to my room." He muttered. She nodded. "Goodnight James." He grunted in return and disappeared. ------------------ The next morning he awoke and came down to the kitchen to find Andy hovering over her father, watching him closely. And Brace seemed to be in a good mood for once as he served up the breakfast with a smile. James raised a brow. "Why are you all chummy for?" He asked taking a bite of the eggs. Brace sighed. "I dunno. I just feel..different." was all he said before disappearing again. Andy smiled watching her father disappear before sitting across from James at the table. "Your doing i take it." She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to communicate but you know how that usually goes." She said. He grunted and downed his first days glass of brandy before standing. "Whats today then?" She asked. "Father's will reading." She groaned. "Boring." He cut his eye at her. "Fine. Ill be quiet." She said and stood to follow. ----------- Like she thought it was all boring. Until a lady stepped forward claiming to be Horace Delaneys widow. She immediately did not like this woman. She seemed arrogant and rude and spoiled. She had scoffed and rolled her eyes every time the woman talked and James was growing annoyed but he couldn't lose it infront of the lawyer and this woman so he gave her a subtle look to knock it off and she just crossed her arms and leaned against the desk infront of the two of them whilst they tried to figure out this stupid mix up. ---------------- "God, i HATE her." She stated as soon as they were back onto the london streets. James snorted. "Her pores seep arrogance and entitlement." She groaned. James just raised his brows in agreement with her statement. "Shes gonna be back isn't she?" She asked. He gave a curt nod to which she groaned loudly. "I can't believe I'm stuck out here with you. I wanna go back to that lake place. Where I dont have to see her again." He sighed. "Well can't do anything about that at the moment can I? I dont even know how you're out here in the first place." Andy said nothing but followed him on his various errands like always. Usually quiet this time. Until: "Can we get a cat?" "NO." "Dammit." A/N: hope you liked guardian! Andromeda. I tried my best.

The sister •Ivar The Boneless•

Ivar walked side by side with Katia through the markets of Kiev silently as she smiled and greeted each and every merchant she passed with her breathtaking smile. He had been obsessed with her from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. She looked exactly like Freydis had. But there was a clear difference. Where there was manipulation and obsession in Freydis, there was Geniune love and admiration in Katia. She told him the truth always. Even when it was something he didn't want to hear. And whilst he knew that Katia did not love him, she'd told him so on many occasions, she did treat him with such. And it only kept him captivated with her. And whilst Oleg was annoyed with Ivar's attentions to his wife, he was also a wise man and knew that it only kept him by his side. So he allowed it begrudgingly. And Katia enjoyed Ivar's touch and love. It was gentle and all consuming. Unlike Oleg's rough taking whenever and wherever he'd like. He treated Katia like property and a means to and end. Ivar treated her like a Goddess and worshipped the very land she walked on. So she was a selfish creature who continued to indulge. But as they rounded the corner into the town square, her eyes zeroed in on the two figures in the middle of the crowd surrounding them, swords clashing as they tangled themselves in mock battle. She stopped frozen in shock and Ivar only furrowed his brows as he stopped beside her. "Something the matter?" He asked. She took a deep breath and composed herself quickly, that serene smile finding its home back on her face. "No. No. Just surprised as all." She said still watching the two figures as the small one ducked under the larger ones sword at the last moment and swept their foot under the others, sending them flying into the dirt with a yell of pain and sending their sword flying out of reach. the small one pounced onto their opponents back, holding a dagger to the large ones throat and muttering something quickly causing them to cry out as their head was yanked back by the hair so the dagger had a clear place to rest at their throat. "I yield!" The small one let go roughly and jumped up, grabbing the discarded sword and sheathing it quickly as the gathered crowd cheered loudly. "You know them?" Katia gave him a coy look before making her way over to them. He followed after, the thumping of his crutch alerting the crowd who quickly parted for the two. "Sister!" Katia greeted happily and threw her arms around the woman who tensed under the touch as if it personally burned her. "Katia." She said stiffly. Katia only giggled as she pulled away. "Im sorry. I forgot you do not like to be embraced. It's been such a long time." The woman only gave a stiff nod and eyed Ivar who stood side by side with Katia as her equal. "This is Ivar Ragnarsson. He is Oleg's special guest here in Kiev." She said placing a gentle hand on Ivar's arm which made him blush instantly. The woman narrowed her eyes at the action and gave him a stiff nod as well. "Ivar, this is my little sister Tatiana." He nodded back at her studying her. She was Lithe and muscled slightly. Still nothing like the sheildmaidens back home. She was quite small and short. Her hair was raven black like Katia's but as the sun shined on it, it had almost a blue hue to it, her eyes were a Grey like a winter sky, rather than blue like Katia's and she had a wary air about her. As if always on alert. She was truly like nothing he'd ever seen before. And he could feel a stirring of something within him.

As Ivar walked with Igor to the great hall for dinner, the boy talked with his puppets about anything and everything and Ivar laughed along with him at his impression of Oleg. But the puppets were quickly forgotten once they turned the corner and Igor spotted Tatiana. He threw them down and ran towards her with vigor. "TATI!" He yelled as he barreled into her at high speed causing her to grunt. He wrapped his arms around her middle and crushed himself to her despite them almost being the same height. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Igor." She said softly. "I missed you!" The boy whined, almost sniffling as the fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "Shh. You're alright Igor. I'm here. And I've missed you too." She said soothingly. Ivar watched the two of them with a softeness in his eyes. He loved Igor as a son. And seeing him so affected by someone else was heartening to him. Igor had been stuck to him since they'd met. He'd been the only one the boy felt comfortable with. The only one he said he'd loved. And now he had someone else on his side. And Ivar was happy for the boy. It was clear he could trust Tatiana. And he debated telling Tatiana his plan now that he was witnessing what he was seeing. He tensed as Oleg entered and sneered at the scene. "Sit down boy! And stop your sniveling! You are a man! Act like one!" He shouted loudly. Which only caused Igors sniffles to turn to sobs as he clutched at Tatiana even harder. Which sent Oleg into a rage. He stormed over with his hand raised as to hit Igor but before Ivar could open his mouth, Igor was behind Tatiana, who's sword was now out and held to Olegs throat as he glared down into her eyes and swallowed thickly. Katia stood in the corner and watched the two of them face off with a look of worry on her face. She and Ivar locked eyes for only a few seconds in which she silently asked him to intervene. He took a step forward and Igor rushed to him, clutching onto his arm not holding his crutch, like it was a lifeline. "You dare to disrespect me in my own home Tatiana Volkov?" He spit. A smirk passed over the woman's lips. "I do. Oleg of Kiev. You will not touch another hair on that boys head as long as I live." "Things can be arranged." Oleg said nastily. Ivar quickly cleared his throat and Oleg backed up still eyeing the woman. She sheathed her sword and gave him one last glare before turning and stalking from the room. Oleg then turned his rage filled eyes towards Ivar and Igor. "Come. Dinner is served." He proclaimed before sitting down at the table. It was another moment before anyone else dared to move.

He watched her cut down man after man on the battle field with vigor, never slowing, never tiring, as if it was the easiest thing she'd ever been tasked with. If her steel armor did anything to slow her down, she didn't show it. She moved as if it weighed nothing even though he knew it was hefty and knew even the strongest of his men would complain about the load on their bodies. Blood ran down the shiny surfaces like rain dribbling off the leaves of the trees, only leaving a slight discoloration behind. Her black hair flew in the air with every move and force of strike from its high ponytail, the hair on the top of her scalp braided in to two wave like patterns, disappearing beneath the leather strap that held the rest of the straight and loose hair together as it spilled down her back. No one dared to come near Ivar on the battlefield, giving him a wide berth and choosing to fight his allies instead. A few brave men would approach and be quickly dispatched from the land of the living. Oleg was losing. And quickly. Anyone with eyes could see that. And the coward he was, he refused to fight with his army, preferring instead to sit upon his horse on top of a hill and watch the battle instead. And he could tell the man was not happy at all. It wasnt long before three horns in quick sucession were blown. The call to retreat. And the fighting ubruplty stopped, what was left of the Rus army retreating back the way they came. This time when he looked back at Tatiana, their eyes met. They regarded each other silently before Tatiana nodded at him and moved to disappear into their own army of men. She was truly a valkyrie.

That night when they'd come to the gates of Kiev, they were met with a single soldier. Swords were drawn but the man simply opened the gate and welcomed the army into their walls. His guard was up and so was Tatiana's. The two of them leading the army into the town's square where people were gathered and looking up at a tower to where Oleg stood, drunk and delivering a speech about God and loving thy neighbor. He scoffed loudly and Tatiana tightened her hold on her sword. Igor stepped beside the two of them and looked up at his uncle and his oppressor with a look of fear. Ivar handed him a bow and arrow after seeing it. "Its time for you to stop being a cripple. Eliminate that which holds you back." He said. Igor notched the bow and pulled the string back, suddenly calm. Oleg caught sight of him and called out. "NO! Igor! Not you!" But Igor only took a deep breath to steady himself and muttered "I am sorry." Before letting the arrow fly. It whizzed through the air and hit its Target, Olegs heart. And they watched as he gasped before collapsing. Tatiana gripped the boys shoulder in comfort and Ivar patted his back. Between the two of them, he stood strong and tall.

Katia watched the two of them from across the hall. Laughing and telling eachother tales of battle and drinking deeply from silver goblets of wine and ale. She smiled. She couldn't be happier seeing the two of them as close as they had become. She settled a hand on her belly as she observed. She would be taking over Olegs responsibility of ruling as regent as Igor was still too young to take his rightful place. And she was carrying an heir. Not Oleg's. No. Ivar's. And whilst she knew this would complicate things for her his and her sisters budding relationship, she would be honest with the both of them about what this meant. It didn't change anything for her and Ivar's relationship. It had been a convenient one. One of pleasure and admiration and nothing more. And whilst she would make sure everyone knew this child was Ivar's and that her child knew who their father was, she didn't want anything deeper with him. They did not love eachother. And she did not want another forced relationship like she'd had with Oleg. And she also didn't want to ruin her sisters happiness. Not when she'd finally found it after so long of being miserable and mistrusting. No. She would make her intentions very clear and hope it would not ruin anything. Because Katia didn't lie. And she wouldn't start now.

"Why are you both leaving me?! I don't understand!" Igor yelled as tears rolled down his face. Tatiana softly grabbed his cheeks and wiped them away as they fell. "It won't be forever little moon. We will come back. But there are things that Ivar and his brother must take care of and he's asked me to help them. Should I abandon them in their time of need?" She asked quietly. He sniffled and shook his head. "Then I must go." He shuddered as quiet sobs wracked him. "Swear to me!" He demanded. "Swear it on your sword!" She nodded to him "I swear it on my sword that I will return to you. We will return to you little moon." He crushed himself to her and she kissed his head as he soaked her dress with his tears. She looked at Ivar over his head with sadness and he returned a sad smile. It had to be done. No matter how much it was destroying them inside to leave.

It was done. Kattegat was won back. But Ivar The Boneless would not be the one sitting on the Throne. Hvitserk Ragnarsson would. Ivar The Boneless had been killed in the battle along with his wife Tatiana. Atleast that is what everyone thought. Should anyone dig up their graves in the English countryside, they would be empty. A ploy. And if anyone had looked close enough during the burial ceremony, they would've seen the knowing smile on King Alfred's face, small, but there as the night before he'd helped to smuggle the two out of England and back on their way to the Rus. He bowed his head in prayer as a sacrifice was made to the pagan gods. But he prayed for their safe return to where they would now call home. Not to the place they called Valhalla.

Igor raced out of the castle and towards Ivar and Tatianna as they dismounted their horse, her helping him to the ground and to steady himself. She barely turned when a force barreled into her at full force, nearly knocking her to the ground. She grunted loudly as she was clutched to a taller Igor. "You've gotten taller little moon." She said as she embraced him. He was nearly taller than her now at age 13. He only clutched her tighter to him. Ivar snorted from behind them. "What am I? Fish guts?" He jokingly taunted. Igor released her and immediately slammed into Ivar, Causing his knees to buckle slightly and he gripped the crutch tightly to keep himself from falling. He laughed and wrapped his free arm around the boys shoulders. "I've missed you both." Igor whispered. "We've missed you too, son." He said softly. Igor snapped his head up and looked at him with awe. "You mean it?!" He asked. "If you'll have us." Ivar replied with a smile. "Of course!" Igor replied squeezing Ivar tighter "Father." And then looking over to Tatiana. "Mother." She teared up happily for the first time in a very long time. "Come on you two. It's cold. Let's go inside. Don't want to catch our deaths hmm?" She asked. Igor let go of Ivar and began to lead them into the castle, talking happily and animatedly about everything they missed whilst they were gone. Ivar entwined their hands as they walked side by side behind Igor into their new and final home. "Oh and Katia will be happy to see you both! Alexei has been quite the handful! He's always into something!" Igor sprouted off. Tatianna snorted and looked to Ivar. "Hes definitely your son then!" Ivar raised a brow. "I would expect nothing less from any son of mine. Look at Igor." They both smiled and Igor turned to both of them with a grin that could rival the sun's rays. Yes. They were both home.