#martin riggs

[ohmy80s]

Riggs & Murtaugh

#roger murtaugh #leathal weapon #80s #martin riggs

[spockvarietyhour]

Lethal Weapon 4 (1998)

Bonus:

#Lethal Weapon 4 #LW4 #Martin Riggs #Roger Murtaugh #filmedit #movieedit #lw4edit #GIF #my gifs #lethalweapon4edit #lethalweaponedit #lethal weapon 4 rewatch #Hide and Queue

[keep-it-light]

My men mood right now.

#80s movies #made by me #my collage #ripley's collages #real men #roddy piper #they live #bruce campbell #evil dead 2 #ash williams #mel gibson #lethal weapon #martin riggs #kurt russell #dennis quaid #tuck pendleton #innerspace #michael biehn #the terminator #kyle reese

[naidgaem]

Clayne Crawford has no right to look this good.

I've been infected by the brainrot. This show is like the worst tv show I've ever seen but I've suffered through an entire season just for this guy.

#the hair #the smile #the lighting hitting him just right #sad half of the series suck #i might make a montage of only crawford's scenes #i'm not quite sure i'm ready to suffer through the second season #but i might be willing the watch the perfect host #for the whump #and those puppy eyes #lethal weapon #clayne crawford #martin riggs #not quinn

[mannytoodope]

#Roger Murtaugh #Danny Glover #Martin Riggs #Mel Gibson #Lethal Weapon

[gijoe-forever]

#lethal weapon #martin riggs #roger murtaugh #custom

[series-thoughts]

This scene makes me giggle every time.

The fact that if you replaced Riggs and Cahill with Andy and Nica, this could literally be straight out of the Final Family or Breaking the Dollhouse AU. XD

@losersclubisms @streets-in-paradise

#chucky #chucky 2021 #child's play #chucky syfy #andy barclay #nica pierce #junior wheeler #final family #final family au #Breaking the Dollhouse #lethal weapon fox #martin riggs #maureen cahill #teo briones #baby teo

[accidental-spice]

2 ans 12 + Tim Bradford?

#2: Favorite canon thing about this character?

Probably his dependability and his loyalty. Just, the other characters can always trust him to have their back, even when he's Tim Testing them

#12: What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Ooooh, good question. Well, I don't know if this counts, but in my head, he and Riggs from the Lethal Weapon TV show could be friends. They're both former military, both have garbage human parents, and both of them have lost a lot. That said, knowing Riggs, this friendship would probably be rather stressful for Tim, given that Riggs isn't exactly always known for his impulse control. Wait. Never mind, Tim handles Harper on a daily basis, he's fine

Thanks for the ask!!

#ask response #the rookie #tim bradford #character ask game #martin riggs

[onyxbird]

I don't think Lethal Weapon has provided any info on what Miranda Riggs did for a living (at least not to the point I've watched), but I have decided, for silliness purposes, that I want her to have been into Shakespeare either professionally or due to a hobby.

For those of you playing along at home without watching, Miranda is the late, much-beloved wife of Martin Riggs, i.e., this guy:

Texan, eater of spray cheese, breaker of espresso makers, chef of fried-ham-and-mustard breakfast.

(Also, here's Martin and Miranda in happier times, because they're ridiculously sweet and adorable.)

In any case, back to Miranda's Shakespeare knowledge. I want this for one reason. (Well, one "in-universe" reason and also because of the cool video of the guy doing Shakespeare scenes in a Southern accent.)

I want a scene where Roger and Martin need to go question some really rude and arrogant academic, like, an English professor who they catch just before class and who is gratuitously insulting them as he tries to give them the brush-off in front a bunch of students. You can see Roger inflating for his usual style of overbearing bluster.

But. Before he can say anything, Martin casually busts out some relevant Shakepearean verse (with a few word substitutions to fit the situation perfectly subbed in without altering the meter). Delivered flawlessly, from memory, without the slightest hesitation, and in the thickest Texas drawl he can muster, both because he knows that's what will most render the professor speechless and because that's how Miranda liked to hear it.

(They get the info they need, but Roger.exe stops working for at least the rest of the day due to the situation being utterly incompatible with his simplistic mental picture of Martin.)

#martin riggs #miranda riggs #lethal weapon trainwreck

[patart-illustrations-stuff]

Sketching Riggs & Murtaugh

#riggs and murtaugh #lethal weapon #mel gibson #danny glover #roger murtaugh #martin riggs

[wethanleapol]

Clayne Crawford as Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon (S1E01)

#he's hotter when he has a gun in hand #lethal weapon #clayne crawford #martin riggs #s1e1 #tw gun

[okkitsune]

This man.

Checks all the boxes for someone that I admire, aspire to be like, and have an attraction to…and yes, no one should ever, EVER aspire to be like this man: but he gets it. He GETS pain and heartache and wanting those you love to have a smile even when he’s dying inside.

He’s also chaotically messed up in the head and his psych gets whumped a lot, but not so much him…(unfortunately)…meet Martin Riggs.

Someone whump this man and then fix him.

Also I did my research: Clayne Crawford was not the asshole everyone said he was.

#martin riggs #tv shows #clayne crawford

[spockvarietyhour]

Lethal Weapon 4 (1998) directed by Richard Donner

#Lethal Weapon 4 #Mel Gibson #Danny Glover #Martin Riggs #Roger Murtaugh #lethalweaponedit #lethalweapon4edit #lw4edit #GIF #my gifs #movieedit #filmeedit #lethal weapon 4 rewatch #Hide and Queue

[80s4life]

Denial and Anger"

Word Count: 1,518

Status: Requested!

Ask: Some anons were suggesting more Martin Riggs content, I happily obliged.

@: multiple anons!

A/N: This oneshot is based off of "Family Line" by Conan Gray (x)

A/N #2: This is gonna be a long a grueling one guys, I'm sorry. Probably going to be 2-3 parts tbh.

Relationship: Martin Riggs x GN!Reader (however I always default to female, but this can apply to everyone)

Fandom: Lethal Weapon Movie Series

Summary: When push comes to shove and your sister is taken out from under you, you find an unexpected solace in the one Martin Riggs. In a test to get your sister back in time, though, you start to consider whether she may be better off taken than placed back into that house of horrors you'd ran away from a long time ago.

Warnings: angst, mentions of past horrors/abuse, family issues, trust issues, domestic abuse, crime, kidnapping, blood, NO MARTIN YET

Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist

{moodboard is not mine, credits go to @soulofevil found from pillowfort.com (don't know if tagged account actually owns this, I just got it from somewhere else)}

"My father never talked a lot

He just took a walk around the block

'Til his anger took a hold of him

And then he'd hit"

He was furious. About what, you couldn't tell; it didn't take much to anger him as you both grow older. You'd think, as the time goes and the years amount to decades, this man would learn to be more calm and wise. Quite frankly, you'd at least hoped that he would become more rational.

You stand tall despite his menacing frame and vicious tone. You weren't going to let her stand by another second of this. The screaming, yelling, punching, broken shards in your feet as your feet hit the pavement; begging to be anywhere but the place you'd call home.

Your sister was too young to know how to cope. You didn't want her to, though - to compromise. It wasn't a choice she had to make, it wasn't a sacrifice. It shouldn't be.

If she were to be forced to become tough and cold-hearted as the man that had stormed out of the house, the known chain of events to happen in a course of a few hours, she'd be just that: cold-hearted.

She doesn't have to grow up the way you did.

She doesn't have to watch her young, naive doe eyes turn to stone cold orbs that reflect no light; no happiness or love.

You watched as the man who gave you life smashed the front door open, storming through it and down the street. He hadn't said anything, or even gave you a slight hint in his expression. He just had to flip a switch.

In the same quick fashion as he'd left, he returned. You experienced this whiplash before like a slap in the face, though the sting faded the more you'd grown to become accustomed to it.

He was a drinker, a gambler, an abuser, a father.

He lost that sense a long time ago.

"My mother never cried a lot

She just took the punches, but she never fought"

His eyes were set on you, white-hot rage fueling his every move as his long strides carried behind you to the couch in the living room. The stand-off was anything but loving - not as a child would be chased around the couch by her father in a game of tag. It was all a matter of calculation and persistence; a predator unrelenting his devotion to the prey.

"No! Stop! They did nothing wrong!" you mother screams helplessly, trying to dissuade your father from you as you go to grab your sister's hand, standing before her on the opposite end of the couch.

Then there was the switch again, his eyes now set on her.

"'Til she said, 'I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids"

He didn't like that. He came for her, just as he had in the passed ten years. You lunge for him, grabbing the kitchen stool as he chased her into the kitchen. Now you stood before her, your eyes revealing nothing.

He laughs. A cold, sinister laugh - a familiar laugh.

"Go," you tell the girls.

"Y/N, no. Stop. Please," she pleaded, looking between you and your father, your knuckles white from the tension in your hands still wrapped around the stool held over your shoulder for defense. "Stop," she all but begged the man.

He didn't look at her, his eyes were glued to your E/C ones. The ones you shared.

"Mom," was all you said, not allowing your eyes to stray to her in this moment. You heard her whimper, but she had given up, taking a step back.

"So she did"

Driving over the endless roads and highways, you crossed two state lines, charging as far away as you could. It didn't take much time until she was convinced she'd made a mistake, wanting to go back to the man that lived in your nightmares.

It was only temporary, only a certain amount of time before she'd return to that monster. You couldn't make her decisions for her - you wouldn't.

She made her bed; a woman well over her thirties that chose to bring two bundles of life into the world she had created for you. This wasn't your decision or your obligation to go back to him.

Except for one thing: your sister.

///

She was only 12 then, and you 20. You were only there to comfort your sister, the awareness of the horrors in the house not allowing you to leave her behind in your early adulthood.

Your mother went back to that monster, but you never allowed your sister to. You couldn't let her fade away, too.

It had been 8 years since you left that house in Wyoming to Los Angeles, California. You joined the armed forces as a police officer there.

It was a 180 from the world you were accustomed to and hoped as the time went, all the good you've done would return the little girl you once were; the one who believed the world was a grand and spacious place that would provide dreams and comfort.

You had set a nice life for your sister, and for a while you had felt a sense of hope.

Until tonight.

"I say they're just the ones that gave me life

But I truly am my parents' child"

You were working late on a patrol. You were told that in the morning, due to your high resilience, strength, and education, you were going to be relocated to a higher position on the force in the center of the city.

What was supposed to be a normal patrol was soon lead to a tour around the city of where you'd be newly focused on by one of your peers. It wasn't supposed to be this long.

Cursing as you look down at your wristwatch, you find the time glaring back at you. 3 am. You can feel the exhaustion in your bones, the only thing you wanted right now was to be home with your sister and safely secured in your comfy bed.

Pulling into the driveway, you park your patrol car and lock it, leaving all remnants of today's activities in your car to be cleaned out later on in the morning.

Trekking to the door, your back stiffens and you stop dead in your tracks.

The door is slightly off on one of the hinges. The shattered glass panes that decorated the door gives way to the sight inside the house, finding both of the deadbolts you had set up broken and out of place.

You quickly reach for your gun, holding it up with your dominant hand as the other brings a flashlight over top of it. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and your blood rushes, enabling you to step into your house.

You call out to your sister in the eerily quiet, increasing your nerves. You call out once more to no answer. Quickly, you search the perimeter, glass shards decorating the floor and furniture tipped over, things misplaced and haphazard remnants of what was thrown.

You can feel your throat start to close up, finally taking the search upstairs. You call out for her one last time, praying there would be a response somewhere in the dark.

Your vision starts to adjust to the darkness, still blurry as the tears start to cloud the world you'd built around you. If only you could've lived life like this, unable to see and feel the destruction and ruin.

You check the bathroom, your room, the guest room, until finally, her room.

The first thing that catches your eyes are the blood stains of the floor. There is signs of struggle everywhere given the messiness of the room. You feel your blood go cold, taking a deep breath in to analyze the blood splatters by her windowsill.

There are no puddles, which instantly nixes the assumption of being killed or having laid in one spot for a long period of time. So they didn't kill her.

The droplets are almost spray-like, as if someone was either hit, slashed, or cut in an unorganized way. An indication of even more struggle. Your eyebrows furrow as hollowness fills your core. You search her windowsill for any other signs, but only find more sprayed droplets of blood.

Following your way around the house, you look closely now, examining for more blood, the trail leading down the stairs and through the backdoor of the house.

Whoever was here is gone now. The blood is dried in some places by the door, meaning it has been a good amount of time, but still fresh.

You drop to your knees as you let out a loud sob in the chilling darkness of your house - a carbon copy of the home that was. Shakily, your hands reach for the walkie talkie on your chest, unclasping it from the padding to call it in.

Just like your parents, you were unable to protect your sister - your little girl.

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[kylorens]

#lethal weapon #martin riggs #mel gibson #tw violence #tw blood #fav movies #80s movies #80s action movies #.my work #this movie is so grainy #idk what to tag #listen if you see the post you see the post #mel gibson mud fighting...... #im SEEING

[romikawai]

Joel's Alpha

four

"Yes dad, I have everything I need…" he smiles

"…"

"no, dad…" he looks around "you know I know how to take care of myself and my mind is now on science so…

"…"

"How disgusting" he wrinkles his nose "I'll do it when I meet the right one, nothing more"

"…"

"Yes, yes" he smiles "I love them too, I'll go see them on vacation" he says and hangs up

"your family" says mitch

"Yes, they are special and I love them that way, I got the madness from my father and the wisdom from my other father" he thinks and laughs "I think I'm missing it but, I love them just the same"

"and how are your brothers" he smiles

"It just drives one of the parents crazy" he says simply "you already have the schedules for the new classes"

"yeah, chris" he laughs "besides, it looks like new students are coming too"

Chris smiles because he knows that everything will be even more special at those parties and it also meant that there were other fools to understand that the university was not crazy.

"You know…they will choose the tutors" Mitch looks at him "wherever it doesn't matter what career the new ones choose, the tutors will be there to guide them"

Chris sighs wearily, he hated knowing that he would have to teach any fool he thought he was better and would have to avoid any omega who feigned interest.

Neither spoke again when they reached their classroom while they took their seats and had to wait to hear what the director was going to say.

"Well, as you know, the new ones are arriving this time and we need volunteers for their teaching and for them to know that the university is the right one to continue their studies and…

Chris was listening to the same words that he was saying when other new students were about to enter. But his sight stops at the only young man who entered the door and who was feeling the richest smell he had ever smelled.

He looked carefully at that young man, noticing his beauty and his green eyes that looked at the whole place with fear while he waited for what the director was going to say.

"Well… and he's Joel" he introduces them "who would be his you…

"I" raise your hand Chris

"what are you doing" says mitch surprised

Chris could feel the different scents coming from the others, knowing what they were wanting and he couldn't allow this beautiful young man he wanted to meet to be hurt or touched by some of them.

"Well Chris" says the surprised director "I'll wait for you in the direction for instructions and teaching that I hope you teach Joel" he says seriously

Chris felt a strange surprise the way the director looked at him while he was near Joel, who was nervous and let him guide him to his seat before leaving and that the class was normal, although that also began to notice.

No one stopped watching him and he didn't like to feel his wolf angry with that closeness.

"You're okay" Mitch whispers.

"I don't like being around him"

"that" is surprised

"I… I don't know what's wrong with me" Chris says looking at him "I'm going to the bathroom, let me know when class is over so I can go see the principal" he says and leaves

It didn't matter if that was turning his streak of not missing into something bad but he had to walk away in those moments to think clearly or better yet, call his parents to explain what was happening to him because he did not understand.

He made it to the bathroom in time to wet his face and try to calm his heart as he pushed his thoughts away from the image of his eyes and the rich smell he had smelled.

I hear footsteps approaching and I don't hesitate to hide in one of the bathrooms.

serious mistake

The rich smell that he had felt was there and he realized that the new boy was right there in the bathroom. I try to make as little noise as possible while thinking how to survive

I hear another door noise and I hope he's gone to go out and…

"LEAVE ME" he screams

The sense of protection appeared as soon as he heard Joel's scream and he didn't hesitate to quickly leave the bathroom just to witness how a stupid alpha was about to hurt his omega.

"Get out of here nerd" he says "don't you see we're about to start something"

He didn't like that and he didn't hesitate to get closer and give him one of the blows that he knew would get him away from Joel fast. Trying to make his scent as threatening as possible while still staring at him.

"Go away" he says seriously

He watched angrily as he left, giving him time to calm down and turn to see Joel trying to hold back his tears but trying to cover himself.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you" he whispers and approaches "let me help you"

#chris knight #joel goodsen #amor #mpreg #tango and cash #martin riggs #mavice #icemav