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Dark Matter #1

A derelict ship floats in space, its troubled crew awakened from stasis with no memories of who they are or how they got on board. Their search for answers triggers the vessel’s deadly security system: a relentless android bent on their destruction. Facing threats at every turn, they have to work together to survive a voyage charged with vengeance, redemption, betrayals, and hidden secrets best left unknown. Science-fiction veterans Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie, best known for their work on television’s _Stargate_ franchise, create a new and exciting universe! * By _Stargate_ series writers Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie! * Classic science fiction for fans of _Aliens_, _Stargate_, and _2001: A Space Odyssey_. - $1.99

Dark Matter #2

On the run, with no memory of who they are or where they are going, and being pursued by an unknown enemy, the crew unearths a clue buried deep within the ship’s database. Their search for answers leads them to a remote world, an alien threat, and, ultimately, the startling truth about their past! Fresh off their long tenure on _Stargate_, Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie create a thrilling new science-fiction universe with kinetic pencils by exciting newcomer Garry Brown! * By _Stargate_ series writers Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie! * Sci-fi action at its best! - $1.99

Dark Matter #3

On the heels of a shocking revelation about the nature of their mission, the amnesiac crew struggle to come to terms with their roles and each other. Meanwhile, a space ship bristling with weaponry pops up on their radar and it doesn’t seem friendly. Will a reckless response to a perceived threat damn them all? * By _Stargate_ series writers Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie! * Sci-fi action at its best! - $1.99

Dark Matter #4

Abandoned by one of their own, the remaining crew members are trapped planetside as enemies orbit their position. Outnumbered and outgunned, their only hope rests with a suicidal last stand and help from a most unlikely source¦ By _Stargate_ series writers Joseph Mallozzi and Paul Mullie! Mind-bending sci-fi adventure! - $1.99

Dark Matter Vol. 1: Rebirth TPB

The six-person crew of a derelict spaceship awakens from stasis in the farthest reaches of space. Their memories wiped clean, they have no recollection of who they are or how they go on board. The only clue to their identities is a cargo bay full of weaponry and a destination – a remote mining colony that is about to become a war zone! With no idea whose side they are on, they face a deadly decision. Will these amnesiacs turn their backs on history, or will their pasts catch up with them? Collects issues #1-#4 of the miniseries. Sci-fi action from the writers of Stargate SG-1! - $8.99

Imagine dragging Altair home after he got drunk

Originally posted by wq0326

A/N: The GIF may or may not be irrelevant, but I couldn’t possibly use a serious GIF for drunk Altair, could I? Of course not! I hope you enjoy, Anon!

It was almost surreal to see Altair, Master Assassin of the Levantine Assassins, so drunk he could only barely stand.  

You were watching him from what you deemed to be a “Safe” distance from him, confusion and bubbles of both mild amusement and secondhand embarrassment all floating around inside you. Altair was stumbling around, and even from where you stood, you could hear his incomprehensible murmurs. People were going out of their way to avoid him, shooting strange glances at him. Deciding it was best to get him somewhere he wouldn’t make people associate his current state with the Assassins, you began heading toward him, sighing.

Reaching out, you gently touched Altair’s shoulder. Wrong move. Suddenly you were on your back in a heartbeat.

“Don’t touch me- wait, Y/N?”

You groaned a little, “Well, whoever said you lost the ability to coordinate body movements when you’re drunk clearly hasn’t met you.”

Altair leaned over you, “What? I can’t hear you.”

You stood up, brushing the dust off of your uniform, “Let’s just go back to Masyaf, alright? At least there you can’t create as much of a disturbance.”

You slowly put your arm around Altair’s shoulder, and this time you didn’t end up on your back (Thank goodness). You began trying to lead him to the horse stables, keeping your head down as you did so. Altair hardly walked, and his feet kept dragging in the dirt. It became increasingly more difficult to drag him back home as Altair began shouting meaningless things at passersby.

“The Apple is evil! It corrupted my old Mentor!” He shouted. A man who was coincidentally eating an apple immediately dropped it, his face paling slightly.

“Altair, stop shouting. Just-”

“The world must not suffer ignorance anymore!”

“Altair, please-”

“These people are living lies, Y/N! Lies!”

“Altair, you’re making a scene.”

Altair began rambling on about horses and why they had such long faces.

“And to think you’re a legendary assassin…”

By some miracle, you finally made it to the stables. Horses whinnied quietly as you attempted to put your drunken companion on a dark brown horse. Altair was rambling about Malik and how he was “all right now”. Eventually he was sitting on top of the horse, grumbling incoherently. You climbed on the same horse (You could barely trust him to walk on his own, let alone ride a horse!) and took the reigns. Praying that Altair wouldn’t fall off, you urged the horse to an even walk. Altair jolted forward, thrown off balance by even the slightest change in motion. His arms wrapped around your waist as he told you to slow down.
“Altair, if I slow down any more, we will be standing still.”
“You call this horse riding? You’re so reckless!”
“No, you’re just drunk and unbalanced.”

You rolled your eyes. Masyaf seemed so far away…

The ride itself was uneventful, although Altair did sometimes murmur strange thoughts every so often. Something about a woman named Maria…

“Ah, Y/N, welcome back- Is that… Mentor?”

A young Assassin looked on with wide eyes as you hopped off your horse. Altair more-or-less slid off, seeing as he was still holding onto you (“Don’t start and stop so quick, Y/N!”). You looked at the apprentice with annoyed but patient eyes, “He’s… had a rough day. Don’t concern yourself.”

The apprentice nodded and quickly left, leaving you to tend to Mr. Clingy McDrunk, who was slowly sliding to the ground, his arms wrapped around your calves.

“Altair, please. Just a few more steps and you can sleep this whole thing off. How did you even get this drunk in the first place?”

Altair looked up at you as if he was going to give you a straight answer, but then just pointed at you with a limp finger and said “Alcohol” before passing out.

Dragging him- literally- all the way back to his quarters was by far one of the most embarrassing things you’ve ever had to do, and you weren’t even the drunk one. Perhaps that was WHY you were so embarrassed. You passed by many assassins who looked at you with such judgmental confusion that you just pulled your hood down further and hoped nobody else would recognize you halfway to his room.

Once you reached Altair’s quarters, you hefted him onto his bed and sat down on the side with a tired huff. “Remind me to never again let you drink. At least, not anywhere far away. I’m not doing that again.”

Altair, in his alcohol-induced sleep, was already snoring softly. He looked like a mess. You decided it was best to just let him lie undisturbed. You pulled the covers over him and left. You just hoped his inevitable hangover in the morning was easier to handle.

livelovelizzy33  asked:

ship please? 5'4", long super dark brown hair. i ride horses 🐴 super sarcastic but also can be super sweet. i have slim but toned body and i hate it when ppl say that i'm skinny bcuz it feels like they're saying it's a bad thing. i'm scared of failure and am very ambitious. hopefully this is enough :) thanks❤️

I ship you with Grayson xx and don’t listen to what people say! People are always going to try and put you down if they feel threatened. Love your body girl ❤️

This is a piece of a long fanfic I am writing, but instead of submitting all twenty-two chapters prior to this one, I will sum them up for you:

Five years ago, you witnessed your parents being torn apart by Orcs. You were too scared to do anything, so you ran. Aragorn found you alone in the woods, starving. He befriended you and taught you how to survive. Four and a half years went by, and you still have nightmares about the day your parents died. You joined the Fellowship of the Ring along with several others, including an Elf named Legolas who you fell a little bit in love with. We now come to the present. Théoden has just been released from his spell, and you must decide what to do next. Thus begins the story.

You, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, and Gandalf walk through the town of Edoras as the people get ready to leave. Gimli shakes his head. “Helm’s Deep. They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight.”
When you reach the stables, you walk past rows and rows of horses, but you stop. There is a dark brown horse that catches your eye. You turn to look at him, and he walks over to you and leans his head over the stall door. You smile at him.
“This one is called Apache. That was an ancient tribe of Wild Men that used to live on the hill Edoras stands on now.” You turn and see Legolas standing behind you.
“How do you know this?”
He points up at a sign above the stall that reads APACHE in faded lettering. “I’m very observant,” he says with a smile.
Suddenly Gandalf gallops past on Shadowfax and you jump to the side.
You turn to stroke Apache’s brown head. “I like this one.” He whinnies, as if he understood what you said.
Legolas opens the stall door and leads him out. He whispers something to the horse in Elvish.
“What did you say to him?” you inquire.
“I said, ‘Take care of your new mistress.’ It’s time you learned the language of the Elves.”
You sigh. “I’ve already tried. It’s so complicated.”
Legolas smiles. “You’ve obviously never had me as a teacher.”
After a day of walking, the people of Edoras set up camp for the night. Sitting by one of the few trees, Legolas starts to teach you Elvish.
“One of the worst insults you could ever give an Elf is ‘Auta miqula Orqu.’ That means, ‘Go kiss an Orc.’” You laugh for the first time in a long time, and you go to sleep happy.
“No!” you shout. The Orc attacking your mother turns to look at you. You want to do something, you want to fight, but you run away. You just run away, like you always do. You wake with a start. ‘Why didn’t I do something?’ you wonder. 'I could have saved them.’
You sit up and look around. Legolas is still sitting by the tree, wide awake. “Can’t sleep?” he whispers.
You shake her head and sit down next to him. You talk for a while until you grow tired. You lean your head on his shoulder and fall asleep.
You don’t have any more nightmares that night.

'Through Time'

requested by @thedrcompanion1

summary: Calum had never even thought about time travel actually excisting before [Doctor Who AU]

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