Sam: Hello, all! The fabulous Sam Nishimura here, with my ever faithful companion, the has-the-cutest-butt-in-the-known-universe, most brilliant archeologist Lara Croft here!
Lara: Sam...don't submit that.
Sam: But Laraaaa, your butt deserves media attention!
Lara:...If anyone has any inquiries, send them this way.

okh-eshivar:

Cute TR Uni girls in cute outfits~

okh-eshivar:

Here’s the first one.

Anonymous asked:

First of all thank you for taking the time to answer all of our questions. I have something I have been arguing with my gf for a while now. Do either of youhave tattoos, and if so of what. You could solve so many fights by answering this question

ask-lara-and-sam:

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Sam: Yea, I finally convinced her to get matching tattoos. I know it’s corny, but it kinda meant a lot. It’s ‘survivor’ in Kanji. 

Anonymous asked:

First of all thank you for taking the time to answer all of our questions. I have something I have been arguing with my gf for a while now. Do either of youhave tattoos, and if so of what. You could solve so many fights by answering this question

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Sam: Yea, I finally convinced her to get matching tattoos. I know it’s corny, but it kinda meant a lot. It’s ‘survivor’ in Kanji. 

okh-eshivar:

Basically every line in The Heat works in Tomb Raider if you make it work.

"Bruises. Miles of bruises, on every inch of her body. No matter how long and hard and brutally she scrubbed, she couldn’t get Yamatai’s dirt off of her, and it drove her crazy."

okh-eshivar:

"Holy shit sweetie, can you even believe that just happened?"

I can’t stop drawing them send help

Anonymous asked:

Lara/Sam acceptance

okh-eshivar:

Lara comes out to Sam. Pre- Yamatai

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"Honey, I’m ho~me!" I open the shoddy front door with the tip of my foot, juggling two bags of junky groceries and my car keys with practiced skill. "I come baring gifts!"

I glance over the take-out sticking out of the top of the brown bag. The lights are on, like, all of the lights in the apartment, but may roomie’s nowhere to be found. 

"Lara?" I plop the random food stuffs on the kitchen counter and scratch my chin. The space is cool and crisp and nice, with a steady breeze coming from the open window on the north side. I clear my throat and make my way to it, pulling the shaggy curtains aside and peaking out onto the fire escape. 

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okh-eshivar:

Sex and Parachutes and Agent Orange, oh my.

Pairing: ClassicLara/ Sam

Sorry, Sam. Looks like you’ll be going home alone