So I try to say goodbye, my friend
I’d like to leave you with something warm

the kenways + shirtless

a-l-u-c-a-r-d:

Altair by PatrickBrown

whowillieaticecreamwith:

Palm strike to knee stomp to flying knee combo

youhaveabrightbutt:

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad

adiostemplars:

He’s killing me with his cuteness!

History is our playground. Join us.

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

Rien n’est vrai, tout est permis.


posted 1 week ago via nyiro with 130 notes
Connor: m... m-m
Ziio: mother? are you trying to say mother, Ratonhnhaké:ton?
Connor: my enemy is a notion, not a nation
Connor: g-g.. g...
Edward: Grandpa? Are you trying to say grandpa?
Connor: g-g-GIVE ME A LEE

"but still a family"

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