#liam neeson imagines

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Peace {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

this image is from Lamb (1985) but for the purposes of the fic it is young Qui-Gon and young Obi-Wan

It was a long day. You had just laid little Obi to bed and the freshly appointed Master Jinn was learning just how hard it was to be a Master. He stayed with Obi as the boy drifted off into sweet dreams, and as you finished changing into pajamas in the ensuite.

You exited the bathroom in a simple white nightie, ending mid thigh with lace on the hem. He doesn't move from his upright position, but does open is right arm for you to snuggle into. He closes his journal and nurses a cup of hot tea to relax.

When he gets tired like this, you know he like to be alone in his thoughts, so you quietly rub circles onto his chest and he plays with your hair. After a while he stops his ministrations, causing you to look up at him, thinking he was ready to sleep and wanted to move positions.

Instead, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, and whispers, "how do you make it look so easy?" You send him a toothy smile and he slides his body down the length of the bed. You follow his lead and slide your frame to fit into his, resting your head on his chest, able to see Obi safe and sound. He kisses the top of your head and reaches over to the light and switches it off. Now, you all were at peace.

[sarsaparilla-star]

playing fallout 3 for the first time means oscillating between "this is a really fun game and is reminding me why i love fallout" and "this is the worst thing anybody has ever written"

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

Something I feel like no one ever brings up but I feel like could be very important for Ezra’s character going forward is the fact that he is Mace Windu's great-grand-padawan. Mace Windu; the creator of Vaapad.

Because this never comes up in Rebels. We learn that, yes, Kanan’s master was Depa Billaba who was the former padawan of Mace Windu. But they never actually use it for anything. Why would Filoni make Kanan the grand-padawan of Mace Windu, and as a result make Ezra Windu's great-grand-padawan if not to use it for something. They could've made him any old Jedi's padawan, but Filoni choose Depa to be Kanan’s master.

What if this comes into play with Ezra’s character going forward and leads to him learning Vaapad? We don't know the state of the force and how it functions where Ezra has been trapped for the last decade, so what if they left Ezra in a place strong enough in the force that he could communicate to Depa Billaba and Mace Windu through the force?

Having Ezra go through so much with the dark side and learning to control it, while at the same time making him the heir to Mace Windu's lineage and the perfect candidate to carry on Vaapad which Windu himself choose who was taught it, is too much of a coincidence for nothing to be done with it. They've already tied Ezra to the World Between Worlds, why not give him some other way to interact with his grand-master and great-grand-master?

I would kill to see Ezra actively fight against Baylan and Shin using Vaapad and channelling their anger and power against them. Carrying on the legacy that Kanan never got to and carrying on Windu's knowledge, adapting the lessons from Windu, Depa, and Kanan and using them/potentially teaching them if he ever gets his own padawan.

[spaceventurer]

Hungry - Qui-Gon Jinn steamy blurb.

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn x padawan!Reader

Summary: You wake up and walk in to Qui-Gon making breakfast for you, if only you'd realise what you're wearing...

Content/Warnings: Fluff and suggestive content. 18+.

Words: 262

Requested: No

While stretching out your arms above your head, you let out a deep sigh. You rub your eyes and walk out of your room.

“Good morning. I made some breakfast if you’re hungry?” Qui-Gon says with a pan containing scrambled eggs in his right hand and a brown spatula in the other. You smile thankfully at him and he puts the eggs on a sandwich which he then puts on a plate. He hands the meal over to you and his fingers brush lightly over yours, which causes you to have a fizzy feeling.

“Thanks Qui-Gon,” you say while grabbing a fork to eat. You lean on the counter and begin a small talk with your master. Just about the usual stuff, you know, the past missions and the upcoming ones.The conversation slowly starts to die but then master Jinn says,

“Darling, I think you should know you look amazing.” Qui-Gon smirks as he looks you up and down. And it’s at that moment you realise what you’re wearing, just his t-shirt with nothing underneath it. A cold shiver makes its way up to your body at his interested eyes that scan all over your body now, leaving no part unseen. Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks you almost choke on your food in embarrassment.

“Now don’t choke on that. However I do know something else you may choke on..” He licks his lips. Okay now you’re really- really hot. A small gasp leaves your mouth as he starts cupping your cheeks and looking from your eyes to your lips…

[donde-el-diablo-parquea-la-moto]

I completely understand if the whole QSMP team has a plotline that they want to keep.

But when your players manage to create such compelling bonds and an amazing storyline by themselves, I think it's only logical to work WITH instead of against.

Sure, maybe the eggs were all supposed to die the first week and be like a "lol" thing, they didn't, people got attached to them, the eggs shaped their little corners or gigantic caves in the island, they gave the players a tangible reason to work together and interact (in a particular case Leo was the only interaction Vegetta had sometimes)

Why would you want to throw away such an amazing thing in favor of... What.

[juridical-angel-blog]

[denimbex1986]

'Although Matthew Modine has been making his way through the Hollywood ranks since the early ‘80s, the actor has found himself in a new position of prominence thanks to Stranger Things. Since portraying the complicated and devious Dr. Brenner in the first season of the Netflix series in 2016, Modine has become even more of a household name. The role earned him a SAG Award for Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series and his character’s return last year made waves amongst fans. But Modine has a lot more on his plate. Recently he’s produced and filmed several movies, narrated a documentary (Accidental Truth, about UFOs), and performed onstage in London’s West End. He’s also part of the star-studded cast of Oppenheimer, Christopher Nolan’s new blockbuster about the origin of the atomic bomb.

In Oppenheimer, Modine plays Vannevar Bush, a real-life historical figure who headed the U.S. Office of Scientific Research and Development during World War II. Bush was involved in many of the discussions about the atomic bomb, including which Japanese cities to target. Modine describes filming the scenes where some guys decide the fate of the world as almost absurd.

“The idea that there was this small group of men sitting in a room, old white men, who arbitrarily make a decision in that moment of going from one bomb to two bombs is incredible,” the actor tells Observer. “That a decision as powerful and as dangerous and as deadly as that could be made in a room—it’s beyond my comprehension and my belief that that’s how decisions are made. But it’s historically correct of what would happen in that room.”

Oppenheimer, which marks Modine’s second collaboration with Nolan, is one of two projects Modine is involved with which reflect on humanity’s obsession with nuclear weapons. His recent documentary Downwind, which Modine executive produced, examines the real-world impact of the nuclear tests in America. The actor made both films in between shooting the upcoming thriller Retribution with Liam Neeson and true life drama Hard Miles, as well as writing and directing a short film, I Am What You Imagine, which will premiere in film festivals this fall.

Here Modine speaks to Observer about making Oppenheimer, why humanity is in dire straits, and how Stranger Things has changed Hollywood.

What drew you to this project?

Film, for good and bad, is a powerful tool of influence. You can make films that glorify combat and war and make it romantic—what I call war pornography. Or you can make a film like All Quiet on the Western Front that shows you how ugly and horrible it is. That there’s nothing that’s sexy or romantic about it. It’s an ugly, horrible solution to people who hold different views. So with Oppenheimer I said yes right away. There’s a scene where [Vannevar] Bush is speaking during Oppenheimer’s trial and he says he’s expressed an opinion that was unpopular and that if we’re going to destroy people’s lives because they express an opinion that is unpopular, then you should start with me because I’ve expressed an unpopular opinion.

In the time we’re living in, especially with social media and the way that people are so quickly crucified for expressing an opinion that somebody might find contrary, that doesn’t bode well or speak well of humanity and civilization. We have to be able to discuss our differences and, more importantly, to hold a different opinion. That’s how we evolve. We’re living in a really, really volatile time with these really, really powerful weapons of war.

The massive cast was probably also a draw.

Just to get a sense of Christopher Nolan, when I asked him about participating, he said, “We’re casting a bunch of unknowns. The only person that you know is Cillian [Murphy], who’s playing Oppenheimer.” I knew Cillian and hadn’t worked with him, but we were in the same movie, The Dark Knight Rises. He’s a wonderful actor. And then you get closer to going to work and all of the unknowns are people that you’ve known or worked with or people you admire, from Kenneth Branagh to Robert Downey Jr. to Matt Damon. I mean, it was ridiculous. But that’s a testament to Emma [Thomas], Christopher’s wife, and Christopher. They’re such lovely people. They’re so kind and smart and obviously great filmmakers that these are folks people want to work with.

So were you cast because you had worked with Christopher previously?

I hope so! He’s like an orchestra conductor. Christopher is always on the set, he’s always standing beside the camera. He’s there in the scene with you when you’re doing it. What generally happens today is the director’s in another room watching on a television monitor, but because he’s in the room you can feel his encouragement. The same way that a conductor stands in front of an orchestra and raises his hand and opens his palm and says, “A little bit softer, a little bit louder.” Christopher conducts when on his set and it’s something that I really appreciate.

And as a cellist or a violin player or percussionist, it’s your responsibility to learn the song. You have to learn the role and show with all of your knowledge of how to play that piece because you’re part of a big orchestra. It’s not Christopher Nolan’s responsibility or job to teach you to do your part. That’s why he hires you. It’s why those actors come to work because they do all of their homework and their research. They show up and Christopher conducts them.

How long ago did you shoot Oppenheimer?

I’m very bad with dates. I saw a five-year calendar on someone’s wall once and it was just a bunch of boxes. And in the boxes, he had ticked off what he was going to do in six months time and a year and two years and three years. What was astonishing to me was how few boxes five years represented. What it looked like. From that point, I took my watch off and I tossed the calendar and I said, “I just don’t want to measure my life by a calendar or clock.” But I want to say it was about a year ago—it was pretty fast.

In general, why does it feel important for you to be part of the conversation about nuclear weapons?

Nuclear bombs and nuclear energy are a temporary solution to a permanent problem. As long as human beings use violence and war to solve our problems we are the stupidest primate. There are eight billion people on the planet consuming the Earth’s resources at an unsustainable pace. We are about to experience the largest migration of climate refugees in the history of the planet. I picked up a book in England, which I encourage you to read, called The Long View. The problem with the world is the political systems and the economic systems are all designed for the short view. To address the environmental problems that we have, it demands a long view. You can’t look at it in four year cycles, you can’t look at it in quarterly cycles. It demands that we look at the systems where the tree that you and I plant today, we will never enjoy the shade of that tree. You plant that tree for your grandchildren. And that’s what’s missing from the human race today is that ability to see the long view.

The film Downwind, which is also about nuclear bombs, reflects on that. I grew up in Utah. My family—my father, my uncle and my grandfather and my grandmother—they all lived out in the desert in a place called China Ranch in Death Valley. They all died with cancer. They were all downwind of the almost one thousand bombs that were tested in the Nevada desert. They were downwind of the radiation that was falling depending on which way the wind was blowing. I was watching the news once and I saw my brother Maury being arrested and he said what I consider one of most significant things about atomic bomb testing: We know they work, so why did we have to test almost one thousand bombs on American soil?

Did you film Retribution before or after Oppenheimer?

Right before. Liam Neeson and I have been friends for almost three decades and we’ve always wanted to work together. There’s been some plays that we were going to try to do on Broadway.

The director of Retribution, Nimród [Antal], was directing two episodes of Stranger Things. One day, he said, “Come on, they’re ready for us on the set. So we’re going to walk through it together.” I said, “I’ll walk with you if you give me a job in the Liam Neeson movie you’re directing.” He laughed and I laughed. About an hour later, he showed me his phone and had a text message from his producer saying, “We think it’s a great idea.”

It’s a good lesson in asking for what you want.

I would have never done it before because it sounds like such an ass-holic thing to do. That’s a word I learned from Christopher Nolan—I have to give credit where credit’s due.

How has Stranger Things impacted your career?

I think it’s changed the entire entertainment industry. When I began, one of the most famous films I was in was Full Metal Jacket, a very powerful anti-war film. If Full Metal Jacket was successful in 60 territories around the world that was an unbelievable success. Netflix is in over 190 territories around the world, bringing entertainment right into people’s homes. So the kind of success that you can experience today from a streaming service like Netflix or Hulu is something that’s never existed in the history of the entertainment industry.

Have we seen the last of Dr. Brenner?

I hope not! It has been announced now they’re doing the origin story on stage. The producer of a play that I did, To Kill a Mockingbird, in London, Sonia Friedman Productions, is doing an origin story of Stranger Things. I think the whole scenario is about the origin of Dr. Brenner and the children.'

[theohasthoughts]

after a particularly athletic spider was removed from the premises —

dad: its the liam neeson of spiders

dad (supposedly imitating a spider imitating liam neeson): ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ sᴇᴛ ᴏғ 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠

[cordeliawhohung]

Would he allow his baby girl to enter the family business? Or would he keep it a secret as long as possible (preferably to the grave).

oh this man is not letting his daughter know about ANYTHING. there is no way he's exposing his precious girl to the same childhood he had to endure, and wife!reader fully agrees. oh, your father just owns a few clubs around town, that's why we can afford all of this for you! totally not embezzlement and extortion of politicians! he's just a little scuffed up because he likes to box sometimes! certainly not because shepherd doesn't know how to keep his fucking men in line or anything.

and he hates lying to her. he's always been good at lying, at concealing things, but it's different when he's lying to his baby girl ): but he would much rather lie to her than have her know the truth, than to make her worry about him, to have her fear that people might hurt her because of what he does (he already worries about that enough for both of them).

but imagine the ANGST that could come from this? these terrifying men snatch her up on her way home from school or something. they keep talking about how it's her dad's fault, if he had just done xyz she could've been home by now, but someone has to pay. and she's so confused! her dad just owns a few clubs and businesses, they've got it all mixed up. and they grin and jeer as they tell her what a filthy liar he's been. it only gets worse when she sees just what measures her father is willing to go to get her back <3 (y'all ever seen the movie taken with liam neeson? yeah it's like that)

[asturniolos]

you too - matt s.

chapter 4 ; ‘don’t leave’

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

warnings : masturbating, making out (very briefly), swearing

"hey, matt! come in."

matt gives me a slight smile and nods once, reciprocating my greeting. my eyes automatically trail over his body; lanky, hair slightly wet from the light rain trickling outside, nose pink from the ice cold air, tall but not too tall - just enough that i have to tilt my head up to speak to him - and somehow even more attractive than the last time i saw him. i take a step backward and to the side, making room for him to enter my apartment. as he walks in, he places his hands in the front pocket of his grey hoodie and observes my vibrant apartment.

"nice place.", he states. i wait for him to walk in front of me before shutting the door behind him.

"sorry it's such a mess, i would've cleaned up a bit but i wasn't expecting you to come so soon.", i apologise, glancing at my slightly unorganised apartment.

he slowly walks over to the kitchen and i follow close behind.

"don't worry, if you think this is bad you should see my brother and i's place..", he chuckles.

i take another quick glance around my kitchen and living area while giggling at his remark but stop when my eyes trace back to his and find him already looking at me. i feel the tension between us as he smirks and moves his attention to the tv behind me.

"nonstop? i love liam neeson!", he says while smiling wide in recognition of the movie playing and meeting my eyes yet again.

i smile seeing the sudden excitement plastered on his face. lifting myself onto the kitchen counter behind me, i turn my head slightly over my shoulder and look briefly at the tv.

"really? i put it on when i got home from my lecture, guess i forgot to turn it off.", i respond nonchalantly, attempting to hide how happy i am at the discovery of our common interest. i turn my head back to face him.

"did you want a drink? i've got water, coke, lemonade-"

"root beer?", he asks, cutting me off.

i push my body off of the counter i'm sitting on and take a few steps over to the fridge. pulling open the door, i look around for a can of root beer.

"umm.. yep, one left.". i reach into the fridge, grab the drink, and pass it to him with a smile.

"here you go."

"perfect, thanks."

he takes the cold drink from my hand and cracks it open, instantly bringing it to his mouth to take a sip. after a few seconds, i watch as his tongue grazes his lips while he swallows the drink. he lightly bites his bottom lip and places the can on the bench next to him, then crosses his arms at his stomach and leans back onto the wall behind him.

"do you want cash? or would it be easier for me to transfer a couple hundred?", he asks.

"oh, um.. cash should be fine if you've got enough on you. if not i'll take whatever's easiest."

he nods, taking his wallet out from his pocket. he pulls out 3 $100 notes and reaches out to me, placing them in my outstretched hand.

"$300 should be enough. if not just text me and i'll give you whatever you want, okay?", he says with a grin. 

whatever i want?

his suggestive offer causes my thighs to squeeze together and my cheeks to tingle with nervousness. of course, i know i want far more from him than just his money.

i nod and he places the wallet back into his pocket. he takes another few sips of his root beer while i try to bring myself out of my imagination and back to the conversation.

"thanks a lot. i really appreciate you doing all this, matt.", i smile, my tone sweet and forgiving.

"like i said, it's the least i can do. i'm the reason your phone is broken in the first place.", he says reassuringly. he brings a hand up and scratches the back of his head, then uses it to push away the stray hairs resting on his forehead. he takes another sip of his root beer, having to tip his head all the way back to get the last bit out of the can. my eyes widen as i watch his neck tilt back, his adam's apple protruding as he swallows. my eyebrows scrunch and my lips effortlessly separate from each other. with his head still tipped back, i take the situation to my advantage and let my eyes travel from his neck down to the faint bulge in his black sweats. i let out a silent breath of air and feel my knees weaken.

i blurt out the first excuse that comes to my mind so that i can be away away from him for a minute.

"i'm just gonna go grab my purse from my room. i'll be back in a sec", i say, starting to walk out of the kitchen without waiting for his response.

i don't even own a purse.

i hear the now empty root beer can being thrown into the bin behind me, followed by matt's voice.

"can i come? i need to go to the bathroom."

shit.

"yeah, of course.", i lie.

i walk down my small hallway, matt following closely behind, and turn left.

"here's the bathroom. my rooms just there when you're done.", i say, motioning to my room on the right side of the hallway. he nods and wanders into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

matt's pov

standing in the middle of y/n's bathroom, my right hand reaches into my boxers to readjust my dick - which is still hard. if not, even harder.

i'm trying so hard not to, but every time i look at y/n i can't help but imagine her on her knees in front of me, taking all of me in her pretty mouth. i pause for a moment while adjusting my boner to slowly pull it out of my boxers. wrapping my hand around it, i hesitantly slide up and down, watching the precum dripping out of my tip every time. a quiet moan escapes my mouth and i throw my head back, eyes shut tight while i silently please myself. my mind floods with thoughts of y/n moaning my name and my dick grows even harder in my hand, almost painful.

i look back down at my dick, veins covering the surface, my tip pink and wet. i rub my thumb over it to wipe away the precum and slowly place my dick back into my boxers. i pull my sweats back up and glance at myself in the mirror, making sure the huge bulge in my pants is as unnoticeable as possible.

i walk closer to the sink and reach for the soap, pumping some onto my hand and turning the tap to warm. as i rinse the soap off my hands, i feel my dick make contact with the countertop through my pants and i let out a whimper. the sensitivity of my throbbing dick makes even that feel good. i sigh, silently hoping that my boner will go down on its own, and then reach for the door handle.

y/n's pov

i walk into my room and place the $300 from matt on top of my dresser. collapsing onto my bed, i bring my hands to my face and rub my eyes.

i cannot stop thinking about matt.

everything he does, everything he says - it only makes me want him more. his hair, his hands, his lips, the faint outline of his dick through his pants..

"hey, i'm back."

my lustful thoughts are unexpectedly interrupted by a familiar husky voice entering my room.

i look up to see matt.

"oh hey.", i reply eagerly, sitting up on my bed. i feel butterflies in my lower stomach as my thighs gravitate toward each other, yet again. i notice his breathing is heavier than usual, paired with light blush to his cheeks that wasn't there before.

"travis?", he questions.

"..what?", i reply, a puzzled look on my face.

"the music? it's travis scott."

i pause for a moment and listen; my speaker is still playing from the corner of my room.

the end of i know? by travis scott plays distinctly in the room.

"oh yeah, sorry. i forgot my music was still playing."

"no it's cool, this songs good."

i smile at his validation and feel my butterflies return.

"do you wanna sit?", i ask him, motioning to the empty spot next to me on my bed. he says nothing, just walks over and places himself just inches away from me.

while we talk about what our plans are for the rest of the day, i notice him uncomfortably resting a hand over his crotch.. and then both hands.. and then grabbing a pillow from the top of my bed and placing it directly over it. the distraction causes me to stumble my words,

"and so.. um.. i have a lecture on friday i think, but i'm not sure if i'll go yet. and.."

searchin by sonder starts playing over the speaker.

his eyes stare deeply into mine as i talk, but mine can't stay in one spot. they wander between his eyes, the pillow covering his obvious boner, his large hand gripping the sheets beside me-

you've been staring at it all along

you've been searching for me all along

you don't have to keep on waiting

girl i heard you call

listening to the lyrics, i begin losing track of my thoughts again.

"..and um..what was i talking about?", i chuckle, trying to remember. "oh! my lecture. so-"

my sentence is abruptly interrupted by a large hand grasping the back of my neck and pulling me in, accompanied by matt's lips on mine. his lips are soft and wet against my own and i feel goosebumps cover my body as his other hand nervously trails up my thigh. his fingers trace the hem of my tight shorts but then stop and i start to feel him pulling away, his lips swiftly detaching from mine.

he's quiet for a moment, staring into my eyes. my mouth opens and closes but no words come out.

"i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that.", he apologises, genuine guilt in his voice. "i should go-" he places his hands at his sides and goes to stand up, but i grab his arms and turn him to face me to prevent him from standing. feeling his muscles tense under my fingers, i let go of his arms. my right hand impulsively reaches for his hoodie, pulling him closer to me by the fabric covering his chest. our lips connect once again, this time only for a second before i inch away from him. once our lips are finally apart, i notice his rapid breathing and my eyes don't leave his.

"don't leave, matt."

[princessbrunette]

the other day i thought somebody broke into my apartment (anxiety was on powermode there was nobody there) and i just cried in a corner for like an hour butttt it had me thinking about being home alone and texting rafe that someone had broken in and him just going full liam neeson taken mode ! and then he would find u a literal sobbing mess and be like 😑baby there is nobody here stand up

-🐙

see this whole concept is always funny to me bc with rafe he’d bust in with his hand on his gun only to find you alone and in tears 😭 he’d sigh, letting you pummel into his chest as he pats the back of your head like “gotta quit with this paranoid shit, baby. you— you scared me.”

also i know we aren’t talking about jj rn but if it was him in this situation i kinda imagine the whole thing would play out like this scene from new girl from 0:55 to around 1:48 😭

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

The Orange Peel Test with him . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would respond to the orange peel test with their partner.

ICYMI: The orange peel test is a trend circulating that poses the scenario for one partner to present the other with an orange and no context or instructions. If they peel it, their love is "for real" lol

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Bryan Mills x reader, Hannibal x reader

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, they all pass the test, light kissing

Bryan Mills (Taken)

he is always happy when you want to cook with him or vise versa

the orange in your hand doesn't really pair well with the lasagna he is making but he brushes it off, just focusing on the task at hand to not cut his fingers

you take off your shoes, coat, and purse, placing the orange on the counter with your belongs before you scoot off to the restroom to change out of your work clothes and get washed up to help prep dinner

he thinks for a minute and decides to stop his work and peel the orange for you, also getting you a glass of water and a small bowl of mixed nuts, the perfect post-work pre-dinner snack

he also sneaks some nuts for himself (he loves almonds)

when you return to the kitchen he smiles and starts asking about your day

you sit on the bar stool in front of him and notice the snack and water that wasn't there 5 minutes ago

"for me?" you question

"for you" he says with a slight grin, thinking nothing of it

you can't believe how lucky you are to have a man who doesn't need step by step instructions to be thoughtful or affectionate

"can you put down the knife" you ask, rounding the counter to be by his side

he does so and you give him the tightest hug

you stay like that for a while because he is never the one to pull back from a hug first

Hannibal (A-Team)

you meet up with him in his make shift barracks, which is really a tent on desert terrain but at least it is some privacy for the two of you, away from his team

he greets you with a hug and a cocked brow when he sees the picnic basket you've placed on his bed

"what did you pack?" he asks, placing the basket on his lap to make room for the two of you to sit and go through the contents of the basket

he pulls out some meaty sandwiches you made for him, since you aren't too big a fan of deli products, miscellaneous fruits including oranges, and two cans of sparkling water to quench the thirst

ever the show off he declares a challenge

"you know I can peel these in one piece" he says pointing to the orange you just picked up to eat

"I'll believe it when I see it" you egg him on

you know this is just a rouse for him to peel it for you and not get any juices on your pretty dress or have to lift a single finger when around your strong boyfriend

he also feels indebt to you for making him such a lovely, impromptu lunch date

you were impressed to see he wasn't just blowing smoke and was actually able to peel it in one piece

watching his skilled hands be so delicate to such a fragile fruit was relaxing, and (not going to lie) a bit of a turn on

he hands you back the orange ready to eat and you, so cheeky, squeeze one of the wedges at him to splash him with the citrus's juice

with a mouth full of his sandwich he retorts, "I'll get you back when you least expect it, doll"

Qui-Gon (Star Wars)

he found you under and orange tree reading your book of poetry, enjoying the chirping birds and soft wind dancing on your hair

laying down by your side you extended your legs, an open invitation for him to rest his head on your lap as you read aloud to him

after a short time your belly began to growl, alerting him to your hunger

You lean up and say, "I'll just grab a ripe orange"

but he stops you, gently laying you back down against the tree and reaches up to grab the juiciest looking one

"let me feed you, my love" he'll say, not only peeling the orange for you but then ripping a part the wedges to feed you piece by piece

he kisses you in between bites, tasting the sweet citrus on your tongue

[raphael-angele]

Imagine Baby Jon Getting His Very First Phone

Jon's parents finally got him a phone and of course, the first thing he does is show it to Damian.

He begs Damian to put his number in and he put his number on his phone and Damian gives in after 5 hours of nonstop begging, whining, crying, and a very long explanation as to why they should exchange numbers.

Then he starts getting everyone else's phone number.

Now, here's the funny part about this. Imagine if the only contacts name in his phone were, Mom, Dad, and Damian. He has like, 50 contacts by now and besides those three, he names the other people, Not Dami.

So when he picks up the phone and sees one of the three, he's in his happy mood and basically being himself. But the moment someone calls him and the ID says, Not Dami, he answers the phone like Liam Neeson from Taken. Like:

Jon, picking up his phone:

Phone: Dami

Jon: *gaaaaassssppp* DAMIIIII!!!!

---

Jon, picking up the phone:

Phone: Not Dami

Jon: I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want-

And the person on the other end is like, Uh, Jon, it's me. Then he'd go back to being himself, but not as happy.

And then when Kon calls, Jon's like, "MOOOOOM! THERE'S A STRANGE MAN CALLING ME!!!!"

[shuunnico]

Anything positive about the Prequels?

Ian McDiarmid, Liam Neeson, Sir Christopher Lee and Ewan McGregor were very fun and were acting well for most of those movies.

The lightsaber fights required the actors to actually practice and learn the routines, leading to cleaner, smoother choreography.

The podracing section of Episode 1 was pretty great and a lot of fun.

The worldbuilding contributed to the sense of a greater galaxy. It expanded the universe in a pretty big way. There were way more aliens, for example.

They didn't go too overboard with The Force and keep it grounded in the general field of 'telepathy' and 'telekinesis'. The Force powers were used more, but they never got so overpowered that they dominated the fights.

All four villains had absolute banger designs, regardless of their character (or lack thereof).

They weren't afraid of showing lightsaber damage, like cutting off heads and limbs.

The music was all pretty great. There are some amazing and iconic songs in the prequels.

The Prequels are great as a concept and, overall, the plot and themes are actually good. The problem was the execution. If Lucas been an executive producer and relinquished some control (particularly the writing, dialogue and pacing) and didn't rely on CGI so much, it could have been an excellent addition to the series.

Like, it's not hard to imagine a world where the Prequels were just as good, if not better, than the OT. Better dialogue, some changes to the focus of the movies, but keeping the overall plotine. It's not hard to imagine a rewrite of the Prequels that's top quality.

I have a lot of criticism for the Prequels, but it isn't all bad.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Feral Hunter

I wrote most of this in a reblog but thought it deserved its own post as my unwieldy response took on a life of its own, which they have a tendency to do. I’ve added more to it as well so there’s some new extra ramblings on one of my favourite ideas/headcanons/theories for season 3 of The Bad Batch. 

Give me Feral Hunter. My kingdom for Feral Hunter. Completely unhinged, vengeance fueled, feral Hunter. He can go on his Joel Miller/The Mandalorian/John Wick/Liam Neeson in Taken/The Punisher arc, as a little treat.

I've been trying to figure out why I love this idea so much. I think it's because we never really see any of the Batch actually, properly unleash. Sure, they're unconventional and a bit bonkers in their approach but they're still a very well-oiled machine. When they're on a mission, they all know exactly what they're doing, what their roles are, and where their squad mates are. Even when they improvise on the fly, they all adapt fairly easily and smoothly. Everything is still all rather professional, smooth, and efficient. Like they're all operating on muscle memory, which they basically are given how many countless times I'm sure they've trained and done missions together.

Even when the Batch is fighting their way through Kamino, they still operate with that same smooth, efficient, hyper competent professionalism. Despite their unorthodox approach, there's still this sense that they're contained. Never throwing off the shackles and being completely unrestrained. The full unbridled force of their abilities and skills simmering just below the surface, waiting to be given free rein and just obliterate everything.

There's a little hint of this in the opening scene of episode 2x14 'Tipping Point', where the ARC Trooper in Echo comes out to play. But oh, how I would love to see more. From all of them, but especially Hunter. 

Look at his face. Look at that expression and all those emotions from Sergeant Stoic himself, who is usually fairly reserved and contained. Dorito Bod Bandana Space Dad on the warpath to get his ad'ika back, cutting a swathe through the Imperials, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, and taking out anything and everything that even thinks about getting in his way. Hunter goes full Space Rambo mode, ruthlessly taking out Stormtroopers, blood dripping off his vibroblade, eyes wide and deranged, as he turns into a complete animal. His half tattooed skull now completed by the blood of his enemies covering the other side of his face. For extra angst, when he finds Omega, she doesn’t recognise him. The figure standing in the smoking remains of the door to her cell looks like Hunter. Is wearing Hunter’s armour. Is holding Hunter’s vibroknife. But that’s not Hunter. That’s not her buir. Not anymore. And she’s afraid of him. We get a little hint of this at the very end of season 2 and oh ho ho, I am so ready for more. I am so ready for Hunter’s descent into vengeance, revenge and rage. Not just Hunter either, I’d love to see the rest of the Batch unleash as well.

Can you just imagine Wrecker properly unleashing? All of that strength and power finally freed as he rips limbs off Stormtroopers, snapping necks and crushing skulls with his bare hands. The crumpled, pulverised bodies of his enemies discarded behind him as he rages down corridor after corridor of whatever Imperial base they’ve infiltrated. We got a hint of how damaging Wrecker can be when his chip activated but that was chip controlled. This would just be pure Wrecker. 

We see a little more of this in Crosshair's actions and you could also argue that this is chip controlled. Or if his chip has actually been removed, then Crosshair’s actions are definitely still clouded by his Imperial mindset and blind delusion that the Empire is right. Right up until it all goes horribly wrong on Barton-4 and he finally wakes up to the reality of his nightmare. Either way, that unrestrained part of him is still there. The amount of rage and anger that must be building up and festering inside Crosshair is eventually going to explode. When he snaps like he did at the end of 'The Outpost' then there isn’t going to be an Imperial left without a blaster bolt between their eyes. When Hemlock ends up dying (he better), my bet is on Crosshair taking him out and getting revenge. And it won't be pretty. He'd shoot him execution style at the very least. 

I'd love to see Tech (shut up he's alive) completely lose it and finally snap off every ounce of his carefully crafted control. I've written about this before but Tech's combat is exceptionally efficient and precise. He only ever uses the minimum number of shots or moves to take out an enemy because he doesn't need to expend anything beyond what is necessary. Complete economy of form. His combat style is very contained, almost like a mirror of his personality and character. Can you just imagine him snarling and growling like a beast, teeth bared, eyes dark, face distorted in rage, as he slams a Stormtrooper's head into a control panel desk with enough force to crack their helmet and shatter their visor. 

I mentioned above that we've seen a tiny bit of this slightly unhinged quality from Echo. There's another little hint of it when they're all in that training simulation on Kamino.

This gifset from @starqueensthings shows this perfectly, especially the above gif. I love the line they wrote at the top of their post as well, which I'm going to quote in part here: "I’d like to introduce my scomp arm TO YOUR JUGULAR WIRE." This perfectly encapsulates the unhinged quality lurking in Echo. He just leaps onto the back of what looks like the Kaminoan version of a B2 super battle droid and then proceeds to flail and stab madly before plunging his scomp arm into the battle droid's chest and ripping out the droid version of its jugular. Absolutely unhinged behaviour. The absolute madlad.

Now picture Echo finally snapping and doing this to a bunch of Imperials and just absolutely annihilating them. There is so much in him that is screaming to be let out. The general batshittery that comes with being an ARC Trooper. The insanity and chaos of coming from the 501st and Torrent Company. The unconventional, yeet-the-reg-manual-out-the-airlock, bonkers existence of The Bad Batch. Plus all that trauma, fury and rage of what has happened to him, what was done to him, and everything that he’s seen, experienced, endured, suffered, and survived. When the last few frayed threads holding Echo back finally snap he is going to go completely postal.

Is it healthy? No. Is it "good"? Probably not. But my god, would I love to see it.

The Clone Wars has a history of tackling and portraying difficult, multilayered and nuanced topics and we've seen that in The Bad Batch as well. More recent Star Wars series, such as Andor and The Mandalorian, have also had a real interest in showing the murky areas that exist between the good (Republic) and the bad (Imperial). There's been a particular focus on showing that there's a lot more grey than we think, rather than the pure dichotomy between cliched black and white. That sometimes there is no right or wrong decision. That sometimes everything is awful and everyone is stuck in a shitty situation from which there is no way to escape unscathed. In order to make it out alive, lines are going to be crossed. The battle of good vs evil takes on a new edge and the line between good and bad gets very murky.

That quote about how “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” comes to mind. In this instance, the Batch are still fighting tooth and nail for each other but their sacrifices and actions are starting to take them to much darker places. It’s a classic example of good people being driven to do bad, awful, terrible things when those they love are in danger and they will do whatever it takes to save them.  

The whole 'deeply flawed parental figure seeking vengeance' is a popular trope at the moment as well so Feral Hunter would make sense narratively for a number of reasons.

Will we actually get it? Probably not. And even if we do, it'll probably still be a watered-down kid friendly version.

But oh, just imagine if we did.

[kineticpenguin]

I cannot emphasize enough that the Taken Guy, Liam Neeson Bryan Mills, is a fucking loser. His wife divorced him because being married to a CIA hatchet man really sucks, and he has to watch his daughter be raised in a loving marriage with a wealthy man who ensures she wants for nothing.

The only reason he is even remotely relevant in their lives beyond some awkward visits is because his daughter manages to get kidnapped under wildly implausible circumstances, allowing him to embark on a personal crusade where his "particular set of skills" is finally relevant.

I can't imagine being the pathetic sort of person who imagines that it'd be cool to be that guy. Yeah, the "I will find you and I will kill you" speech is fun and all but these are the words of a lonely, desperate man at the end of his rope, who has nothing to offer the world but violence.