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Mav: Today I realised I'm old

Ice: What happened?

Mav: I fell in the mess hall and instead of laughing, Rooster came running to see if I was ok

Ice:

Mav: I saw fear in his eyes

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“that character is a war criminal” that character is from a fictional fantasy world and did not attend the geneva convention

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BEN HARDY in the trailer for LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT (2023)

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN + the 'Obi-Ani' lightsaber spin

Hayden came up with a move when we did the second film that was like your move, like signature […] for me it always felt like your move because he was really good at it. — Ewan McGregor

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one of the funniest and most in character things ever is Ahsoka mentioning the whole Vader thing once and Anakin defensively going "is that what this is about" and rolling his eyes like "oh my god I went on ONE 20 year rampage and no one can let it go, I'm on my apology tour right now what more do you people want"

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Din Djarin is insane. this guy takes his magic 50 year old baby to fifth grade fight club like “my baby wants to fight” and this 11 yr old kid goes uhhhhh dude im not gonna fight a baby he's the size of a rotisserie chicken and Din is like ohhhh ho ho, I just decided my baby's gonna kick your ass extra hard now. and then the baby does a double somersault and completely annihilates him at paintball. funniest shit I've ever seen

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DICK & KORY IN TITANS FOREVER

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you’re a fine girl

BRADLEY BRADHSAW X READER 

a/n: i’ve never written for bradley before and posted it whoops. based on the song Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl) by Looking Glass. it’s just so bradley in my mind and request for bradley are open !!

word count: 1k

warnings: angsty (???)

Working at the Hard Deck was only going to be a short chapter in what you called your book of life, but nothing typically ever goes the way it's planned and you liked that — You had been working there for over six years now. The atmosphere of the bar had you captivated from the moment you stepped inside, but it’s the people that had led you to stay for as long as you had. The bar served a hundred ships a day, as well as many sailors and pilots that were either making their way through, or were stationed on base for a while. 

The conversation you would have with them would bring a smile to your face each time as they told you all about their homes and their family that they missed so dearly. However, they all shared one desolate secret — They were in love with the sea, and with the skies. It was a love that would send them to an early grave, and that was something they seemed to be content with. Deep down, it frightened you, for you were almost certain the man you were hopelessly in love with was no different from the rest.

Each night you would have the same crowd stumble into the bar and order their whiskey and wine, harmlessly flirting with you like they always did. You fed into it - You loved the attention you got from them. It made the work furthermore enjoyable. 

They would always say, ‘Y/n, you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be.’ And you would thank them and pour them more drinks.

One thing that attracted them all to you was a quality of yourself you had never considered to be of great worth. Your eyes. But boy, oh, boy did they all love you for them. 

‘Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!’ It was flattery at its finest, and coming from sailors, it was a compliment like none other and you took it with pride. 

There was one night, you were following the usual routine and pouring drinks and squabbling with tipsy service men and women for joy, when one of your regulars had called you over with a wave of his hand. 

‘What can I get you love?’ You asked him, fiddling with an old coaster on the bar. 

He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head at your chest before he took a large swig of his drink. Through a hiccup he asked, ‘What’s that you got there?’ 

You looked down at your chain and gently touched the braided silver. A small smile washed over your face as you thought back on your boyfriend, who had gotten it for you when he did a tour in the north of Spain. It astounded you that he had thought of you even when he was so far away. He came back to visit you every summer, bringing gifts from all over the world. 

Bradley had made it clear from the day you both met that the Navy would be his greatest love. You respected it — You had no idea what you were doing, you were just taking it day by day, and you admired the way he turned his passion into a career. Bradley was the first to confess his love for you on a warm summer's night in front of the Hard Deck, not that it took you long after to do the same. Three days to be exact. It made things hard for you both to acknowledge these feelings. You had both fallen hard and fast without any second thought to the repercussions.

You were willing to move about with him, reassuring him that there would be bartending jobs in just about any corner of the planet, and that you would adapt. You didn’t want the money, you wanted him. He refused. He saw how much you loved being at the Hard Deck and always said he wouldn’t pull you away from something that brought you that much happiness. Your years of service to the bar were a testimony to his argument. 

He would grab you by your hands, gently spin you around as you walked in the sand of the moonlit beach, and say the same words you heard every night from sailors and pilots from around the world, but you were beginning to fail to believe. 

‘Y/n, you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be…’ He never finished his sentence there. ‘But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea.’

You would watch his eyes when he told you his sailor and pilot stories, and you could feel the ocean fall and rise, and you would see all its raging and glory. You could feel the passion between them, something you two had never managed to build for one another. 

Bradley always told the truth. 

‘I’ll see you next summer, when I come back. I’ll bring you a surprise, like I always do. I promise.’ 

You tried your best to understand why you would smile, bat your eyelids and agree to his words despite how much pain they caused you. Why would you put yourself through so much torture and torment for a man that could never be yours? 

Each night when the bar closed, you would walk through the silent town and watch the families settle into their homes with their loved ones, knowing that they would up their lives and move for them in a heartbeat. It was a love that you would never have, instead, you continue to give all your love to a man who’s not around. 

Through the soft crash of the waves and the crickets in the bushes, you could still hear Bradley whisper to you the words you had been reluctant to truthfully hear. 

‘Y/n, you're a fine girl. What a good wife you would be… But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea.’

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TOP GUN: MAVERICK SCORE | ( SOUNDTRACK )

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I think it's very sexy when a fictional character knows they're doomed but makes the conscious choice to keep trying anyway

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"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

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rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

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Listening to Pink Floyd’s the Wall is just an hour and twenty one minutes of Roger Waters airing out all his issues from birth onwards and systematically blaming everyone else around him for it. It also fucks. 

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[Credits chart: @oddlyspecificalignmentcharts ]

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run me over with a fucking bus i love this

ANGRY! ROOSTER

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