#COULD YOU BELIEVE IT IN 2023???????????

[soranker]

FOR THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED ME 5+ YEARS AGO FOR YOI 😭🤲💖 (I REWATCHED IT YESTERDAY)

[royalarchivist]

Jaiden: Cucurucho, you have a lot of power, right?

Cucurucho: ...I don't know. Maybe.

Roier: Ah... Yes, you know, don't act like a dumbass, you have it. You have it, man. Eh?

Jaiden: Is there a way for us to protect all the Eggs? Do you know? I don't want anything to happen to the Eggs that happened to Bobby.

Cucurucho: Ha ha ha

Roier: WHAT? [Smacks Cucurucho]

Jaiden: [Bops him] Headpats.

Cucurucho: Maybe.

Jaiden: [Continues to bop him] Headpats. C'mon, I can get it out of you! Headpats! Chin scratches! Belly rubs!

Roier: [Joins Jaiden in bopping Cucurucho, chuckling and laughs]

Jaiden: Yeah? He's comin' around!

[Jaiden and Roier both laugh]

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Qatar Grand Prix - Sprint - Oscar Piastri

[hazel-callahan]

pj? this doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it…

[currentlyonstandbi]

[dizzybizz]

terukane week 2023, day 2: sharing clothes. except i can never make actually romantic ship art so i bring stupid interactions instead

[kindahoping4forever]

x

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

So I’ve heard some people cannot watch this scene with English subtitles…

(Little correction: it should be: „I hate making my blades dirty.“ I tried, friends!)

[brunneraleo]

I've decided I should post these 1 at a time so I can spread them out more. Also because I'm extremely proud of some of these and think they deserve their own space!! This attack was a revenge against starbearjar of one of their spiderverse-inspired ocs!

[carcarrot]

ok letterboxd update: ive logged everything ive watched since the start of september 2023 however:

im missing januarys movies (will update)

most of the gaps in movie diary months are when ive watched a tv episode (mostly columbo, occasionally mst3k or rare days when ive just watched what was on tv)

i havent counted movies ive watched while commuting/at work yet

[nicoscheer]

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Do you want to discover what bands @mileskane listens to while ironing his shirts? Then listen to this episode of the music podcast @kendedital with the nicest and funniest guy in the music business!

We had a blast! 🫶🏽

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"I'm willing to play anywhere. Even now, if I were offered a gig at the pub across the street, l'd take it. I simply love playing. If you asked, I'd play right this moment. I just love playing, I'm not arsed. It's what it's all about." X

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Miles when being asked about AM’s new sound:

mk: "you gotta respect it, you know, like, that's me bro, i'm always gonna have his back, you know what i mean? yeah and i respect for a big band to follow their gut. that's what al does and you gotta respect it whether you like it or not. it's kind of what all great artists do."

interviewer: "like it's cool that you kinda... you want to fucking do it so you do

mk: "yeah, man, that's me boy. if he wants to sing french or sing nigerian, i'm gonna have his back, you know what i mean?"

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🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥺my boys

Like I hate it that he’s always asked bout AM and TLSP cause he’s promotion his solo tour but this is 😘

So you’re telling me they are literally promoting Miles and Liam djing with a Tlsp pic 😭😭🫠🥺

Imagine if Alex were you just casually show up behind that DJ booth

with his bosom friend Alex Turner

At Crammerock we saw him strolling backstage. We decided to put on our naughty shoes and ask him. He turned out to be very amable and he was immediately enthusiastic about our concept,

So, you set out on your own

You shut up shop, you're leavin' home

You feel no need to settle down

In the crippled crook of your earth bound town

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower

There must be somethin' more than this

More than ideal homes or domestic bliss

What is there left for you to do

'Cause you've seen the future and it's nothin' new

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

Apparently wasn’t happy with the text placement so had to repost it 🤣🤣🥹

His eyebrow slit and bear looking fucking clean

Also I hate everybody who lives close to Gent or Sheffield

Miles last night with chef Tom brown and Jay Forrester at the opening of Tom’s new oyster bar (pearly queen shoreditch/ where Tom and friends repeatedly posted that the logo outside is the new bat signal 🤨y’know like miles guitarist said that the mirrorball is their bat signal) (also the fact that Tom reposted the pic of them via puppetspaces ig)

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The pictures of Miles with Tom and Jay

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So proud of him selling out within less than two hours

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Miles helping Tom with taste testing

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I love that as soon Chef Tom Brown is involved everybody starts using Miles’ music; here a custom knife made for TB using troubled son

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A nice recap of the opening night, the way Miles disappears in that hug with Tom is 🥹🥹🥹

[megamind2010]

absolutely monumental day for blue and gold fans

[wren-of-the-woods]

It's Just Like Falling Snow (I am Above You, and I Love You)

Another fic for @finishwhatyoustarted-event! This one is set just after Rogue One and is a sort of happy epilogue to the events of the film. CW for the aftermath of character death (from the dead character's PoV).

Rated G, 1.2k, on AO3 here.

~

Cassian dies. 

The warm, blinding light of a planet’s destruction envelops him and he feels only a second of pain before he knows he is gone, his body vaporized and his soul left floating in the ether. 

It is a relief, at first. The pain and ache and adrenaline that filled his body drain away into nothing. For a moment, he feels calmer than he has in days or even perhaps years. He can sense the force around him, feel it in a way he’s never felt it before, a way he never thought possible, and he spares a moment to think that if the Jedi felt it like this, suffusing their very beings with warmth, perhaps it is understandable that they were capable of so very much.

But as his pain fades, so does the sensation of Jyn’s arms around him. Her touch disappears into the mist of recollection and, for a moment, the ache in his soul almost surpasses the pain that had been in his body. He is alone again. There is no one. He would have thought that after all this time he’d have become used to the loss, used to the loneliness, but it would seem that he’s not the hardened criminal he pretends to be. It hurts.

Then—

It feels like an embrace, like a part of the warm force that surrounds him but more intense, more vital and filled with something that Cassian realizes, after a startled moment, is love. It feels like arms embracing him. It feels familiar, like protection from cold and the smell of metal and the well-known ringing of the anvil. It feels like—

“Maarva?” Cassian whispers, and it shouldn’t be possible because he doesn’t have lips or a tongue or lungs anymore, but something must have worked because he hears, wrapping itself around him like a blanket, a response. 

“Cassian,” she says, and it feels like a hole in Cassian’s heart that had been long ignored but never filled begins to close. 

Cassian can’t get choked up anymore, can’t cry, but the feeling is still there and it must have been communicated somehow because he feels the warmth around him strengthen like arms tightening their hold.

“I’m so proud of you,” says Maarva, and Cassian gasps a shuddering breath with lungs that don’t exist. 

He tries to speak but fails, trailing off into a wounded sound of pure feeling. 

“I am,” says Maarva. “You did it. Cassian, you did it. You found the plans. You saved people. You’re a hero, Cassian, and I couldn’t be prouder.”

“I failed so many times,” he whispers. “I did so many things I’m not proud of.”

“But you persevered,” says Maarva. “You kept going, and you triumphed, Cassian. The legacy of your victory will endure when the remnants of your failures have crumbled into dust.”

Cassian does not know how to respond to that, so he says nothing, simply letting himself exist in the vicinity of the woman he has missed for so long. 

And then a familiar presence appears behind him, and Cassian knows without looking that Clem is here. 

“I missed you,” Cassian whispers. He feels a sensation that resembles, more than anything, a hand on his shoulder. 

“I was proud to give you my name,” Clem says, and Cassian chokes out a laugh. 

“It was just a code,” he says.

“I know,” says Clem. “I’m still proud.”

Another voice chimes in, young and painfully familiar. It’s a voice he’s heard over and over again, in person and in a recording and in his memory.

“That was incredible, Cassian,” says Nemik. “Absolutely incredible. You’ve topped Aldhani. I always knew you were a revolutionary at heart.”

“You inspired me,” Cassian manages, and somehow, though none of them have bodies, he knows that Nemik is smiling. 

And then, in a language that Cassian hasn’t heard spoken in years and yet that is as familiar as his own hands and his own tongue, speak two more voices. 

“Kassa,” they say, and if he could, Cassian would be dropping to his knees.

“Mom? Dad?” he asks. Those words were the first he learned to say, and remembering them feels like freedom. 

“Yes,” they say.

“You’re not alone,” they say. “We’re not alone.”  

Suddenly, Cassian knows they’re right. He can feel his people all around him, can feel his sister, their presences as familiar as the wet forest air of his long-lost home.

“We’re proud of you, Kassa,” they are saying. “You did well. You helped us, you remembered us, you avenged us, and we’re proud of you. We love you, son of Kenari.”

If Cassian had still possessed a body, he thinks he would be crying. As it is, he simply basks in the relief of the pain and loneliness he has carried with him for so long and the joy of being, finally, in the presence of his whole family. 

Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn, he had said, there on the beach with her in his arms, and with the ease of long practice he had ignored the thoughts of his own father— fathers, really, and mothers and sisters and even brothers — and yet now here they are, here beyond his wildest dreams. They are here, they love him, and they are proud. 

It is more than he could have asked for. It is, quite possibly, more than he deserves. The thought does not bother him nearly as much as it might once have; he is far too happy to finally be here, among his family. 

Beside him, he feels Bodhi, startled and a bit regretful yet triumphant. He feels Baze and Chirrut, hand in hand. He feels Melshi, sad but so damn proud. He even feels, beyond his wildest dreams, the presence of Kay at his side.

He feels that they have won, though he did not live to see the victory. He feels that they saved people. He feels that what they did was worth it all.

And then, suddenly, slotting in beside him like the final piece of the puzzle that was Cassian’s life, Jyn is there. She is warm in the force beside them, bright like the stardust she is named for. She is radiant. He thinks that if she could, she would be taking his hand. 

“We did it,” she says quietly. She sounds far more at peace than he ever heard her in life. She sounds happy.

“We did,” says Cassian. “We really did.”

Slowly, gently, he feels an invisible force tugging him forward, towards his family and an ever-growing light. It does not feel forceful or cold as he might once have imagined it; the feeling is soft and tender, a request more than a command. 

“Come with us,” say his family. 

Cassian is warm. He is surrounded by more love than he has ever known. 

“We will be with you,” they say. “You are not alone.”

Perhaps for the first time since he was a child, Cassian believes them wholeheartedly.

Around him, his friends — his family — are present and triumphant. Jyn’s presence is solid beside him. He tries to squeeze her hand with a body that no longer exists, and feels a sensation resembling an answering squeeze in return.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “I am.”

And, together with his family, Cassian steps into the light.

[randomfoggytiger]

I'd love to know the whys in the tags if you guys want to include~

[i-hear-a-sound]

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[livvyofthelake]

i feel like. i know my body wants what’s best for me because for the past like 2 weeks i’ve been meaning to read this specific fanfiction and every night at fanfiction reading time i’m like oh well shall we read it tonight? and my body is like nah we are tired <3 and i go ok! and then i close my eyes and think about my favorite fictional guys until i fall asleep. there is a force beyond my control that wants me to not read this fanfiction…. or any fanfiction i suppose. it is not within me to read things on my phone these days wow.