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skamp3r · 4 months ago
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WHOEVER WENT TO THE MINIFIG SHOP AND BOUGJT MA AND PA COP WITH UR MOM, JUST KNOW.
HES OUT TO GET YOU..
Out to toast ur fingers.
I CHOOSE YOU, LIAM NEESON! ATTACK!!
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This isn't liam neeson, but I got Benny's crew + Denny, and I'm SOOO HAPPY AAAGHHH!!!! Bad cop enjoyed the ride to Minifig shop...
Skamp approved
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ddejavvu · 10 months ago
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pairing: daniel x reader (love actually)
summary: your neighbor is very enthusiastic about his new hobby, and you're tired.
a/n: there is no last name that i could find for daniel which really sucks </3 anyways i want to smooch him
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You're going to kill them. You're actually going to commit homicide, perhaps you'll even take one of those damn drumsticks and use it as the murder weapon. One through the eye would be a good start, right? You'll stick the other one where the sun doesn't shine.
Your slippers scratch noisily against the pavement leading up to your neighbors' front door, and you hear the incessant drumming grow louder the closer you get to their house. Finally you're on the porch, and you think something in your ears may have ruptured by now.
You raise a fist to the door, but quiet, polite knocking won't be heard over the racket inside. You have to pound against it instead, and you'd cringe at the aggression if it weren't necessary.
Ten seconds pass, and you're almost convinced that you've gone unheard despite your frantic knocking. The chilly winter air stings your ankles where your pajama pants have rucked up near your thighs, and you shimmy them back down your legs to rid your skin of goosebumps. Your sleep shirt is warm but not snow-worthy, and you seriously consider giving up to dive back into your warm bed. But sleep won't come unless the drums cease, and you're determined to get your rest.
You're nearing the twenty second mark, close to driving your car straight through their front door just to be heard, but you hear the soft click of a lock, almost inaudible over the drumming, and the door swings open. A rush of warm air hits you and your bones ache with cold, but you're quickly distracted from any trivial concerns such as hypothermia when you see the man standing in front of you.
He's nearly as tall as the doorframe, but he's got an air about him that's so gentle you'd have expected him to be a mouse in a kids' cartoon. His face is kind and his smile only helps, a soft, welcoming curve that feels just as cozy as the inside of his home.
Suddenly, the drumming doesn't seem so bad.
"Hello," He greets, his voice a deep timbre that carries warmth but not heat, a lilt to it that's not common in your region, "Can I help you?"
If you'd known you would be faced with the human embodiment of a crackling fireplace, gentle and cozy and irresistible, you might have chosen more respectable attire than pajamas. As it stands, you're on his front porch in slippers and flannel pants, so you inhale and square your shoulders, powering on regardless.
"Hello," You return the formality, desperately searching for some of the guiding fury you'd felt only seconds ago, "I know it's broad daylight, but I worked the night shift last night, and- well, I was trying to get some sleep. I was wondering if the aspiring musician could postpone their practice for a little while?"
When you get to the point of your visit the man's face drops, his lips turning down and his eyes glinting with something akin to worry. It's sweet and undeserving of the rage you'd wanted to inflict on him when you'd first set out, and you tamp down guilt that tries stabbing at your heart.
"Uh, give me just a moment," He chuckles weakly, still supported by background percussion, "I'd call for him to stop but he wouldn't hear me. Wait, uh- y'can step in if you'd like," He steps away from the door, holding it open for you. You feel awkward accepting the invitation, but you'd feel worse declining it, so you let him usher you inside, relishing the warmth that surrounds you as he shuts the door on the cold outside.
He starts down the hallway and you linger in the entryway, stuck between looking around and keeping to yourself. You finally give and glance to your left, catching sight of a framed picture on a table in front of a trinket tray.
"Sam-o," The man calls, but despite being right outside his door, the drummer doesn't hear him, "Sam! I'll-" He turns back towards you, a sheepish grimace on his face, "I'll go in."
"Right," You nod, happy to turn back towards the photo you'd seen earlier while he wrangles who you're sure is a very surly, very rebellious teenager in the midst of his rock 'n' roll phase.
The picture is of the man and a little boy, presumably his son, taken on a dock overlooking a lake. The boy is holding a fish that's almost too small to be seen, but his grin is wide, making up for the less-than-impressive catch. He's clearly proud of himself, and the man looks to be as well, holding him up with an equally large smile.
They look like a very happy family, and your heart beats faster at the endearing display. The drums cease from the other room, and you hear muffled voices take their place.
You notice more photos of the boy scattered around, but no other children; perhaps he's an only child. You don't have time to evaluate much more, though, because the man returns, and tucked beneath his arm is the boy from the pictures.
Where you were expecting a jaded seventeen-year-old rockstar, you see a four-foot batman, the black-and-grey hoodie zipped up over blue jeans. His apologetic grin is very unlike the surly protector of Gotham, though, and you consider telling his father to buy him a CareBears sweatshirt next time.
"Hello," He nods, voice soft but polite as his dad stands beside him, "I'm sorry my drumming woke you."
"He's practicing for a big showcase," His dad informs you, a large hand squeezing the boy's shoulder encouragingly, "But he can practice tomorrow."
"Oh," You're nearly lost for words, caught in a whirlwind of unexpected fondness for the pair, "I- I don't mean to slow you down, I'm sorry. It's just that the Christmas season is very busy at work, and I need to be in tomorrow morning. So- uh, my schedule is a little thrown off."
"It's alright," The man smiles, kindness etched into every crease of his face, "Sam has plenty of other opportunities to practice. And I'm- Daniel, by the way."
Daniel holds his free hand out, the other still comfortingly closed around Sam's shoulder. You're quick to join them and the handshake is firm, Daniel's hand much larger than your own, and much warmer to boot.
"My goodness, you're frozen," He chuckles sympathetically, a chill surely lingering on his skin the same way his warmth does on yours, "Would you like a cup of tea? I can brew chamomile, it'll make you sleepy."
Basic etiquette would be to kindly refuse, to not overstay your welcome, and to thank the boy for postponing his drum practice. But your still-racing heart is not one to listen to logic or etiquette, and you find yourself bashfully accepting his offer.
"Oh- um, if it's no trouble. Chamomile sounds nice."
"No trouble at all," He smiles, patting Sam on the shoulder, "Would you like some tea, Sam-o?"
The boy's button nose scrunches, and he shakes his head, "No thanks. I'll be in my room."
Daniel chuckles, and you find yourself grinning with shared amusement as the boy retreats.
"No drumming!" Daniel calls after him, and Sam turns in the doorway, teasing exasperation on his features.
"Alright, no drumming. Y'know, I'm trying to get a girl to fall in love with me," Sam informs you, speaking with the matter-of-factness that you'd expect from a professor, not an elementary schooler, "But I think learning to play the drums was a waste of time."
Daniel's brow furrows, probably lamenting the hours of noise he'd endured for nothing "Oh, why?"
"I could have just offered her tea instead," The boy grins, slipping into his room before either of you can stop him.
His childishly brazen comment leaves you and Daniel stiff with awkwardness, and you feel his eyes upon you. You meet his incredulous gaze with one of your own, and a breathy laugh escapes from his lips as he lingers near the kitchen.
"Well. Perhaps I've shown him Titanic one too many times as of late. But if you're going to fall in love with me, I think I should know your name first."
His smile is cheeky and you run with it, letting him lead you to a kitchen island. You sit at one of the stools as he occupies himself with a kettle, retrieving a box of chamomile tea from a nearby cupboard.
"I'm Y/N," You laugh, "And if you're able to help me get some sleep before work in the morning, there's a very good chance that I will fall in love with you."
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emperor-palpaminty · 6 months ago
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Can we discuss how Qui Gon Jin was just totally ready to leave the Jedi order for Anakin. Like "ok Yoda you bitch. You won't train him??? Sucks to suck. I'll take him and go. I have full custody now"
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perfectharmonyloveschaos · 2 years ago
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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.
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i-attempt-then-i-fail · 2 years ago
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I just finished watching Derry Girls and I can honestly say I think it's one of the greatest shows ever. No, fr. The jokes, the sad moments, the songs, the all the wonders of the teen show in the 90s and the overall vibe.. like it's just 20/10. I am literally so amazed. I cried my eyes out at the ending because it was so good and hopeful and happy and amazing and immaculate.
Erin, Orla, Clare, Michelle and James goodbye
I'll always love you.
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cherrylush117 · 3 months ago
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I've been in love with him since I saw Taken 🤷
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wambsroy · 2 months ago
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my zeus & hera face claims
• dagmara dominczyk x mads mikkelsen
• angelina jolie x bradley cooper
• julia roberts x idris elba
• rachel weisz x daniel craig
• salma hayek x liam neeson
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agentcoltslaw · 1 month ago
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James headcanons right now 🔫 yall better say it in the messages below or whatever they're called
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eliorosb3rg · 5 months ago
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my mam always gets ralph fiennes and liam neeson mixed up and i was watching schindlers list and she walked in and ive never seen the woman look so confused in her life
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leemarkies · 1 year ago
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my favorite star wars episodes in tv media
↳ the clone wars: the mortis arc (s3 ep. 15-17)
“Your destiny can change as quickly as the love in one's heart can fade. Nothing is set in stone.”
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bobcatblahs · 5 months ago
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My parents are talking about a Liam Neeson movie they’ve found they think they’ve never seen before.
“He’s a contract killer when the job goes bad”
HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU’VE NEVER SEEN IT
That is LITERALLY 90% of his movie’s plots…
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skamp3r · 4 months ago
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I'm tumbr Albert ablbery flamingo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭albert
LIAM NESON😎 liam neeson😎😎😎😎😎li
I slb
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Sorry... ...NOT.. BAD COP
I'm not on drugs btw
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hawkp · 1 year ago
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Shows that could work as reboots as long as the right creative team was involved:
Farscape
The A-Team
Shows that would never work as reboots:
M*A*S*H
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the-starry-seas · 5 months ago
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absolutely GNAWING on the fallout show loose ends pls lore give lore
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so-what-then · 27 days ago
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Liam Neeson/Pamela Anderson 'problematic age gap' discourse let's goooooooooo
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tennessoui · 11 months ago
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Miss Kit your fans (me) are begging to know if Korkie recovers from his baby crush on Leia or if he's SO MAD at his Dad fir eventually making them step-siblings and dooming their love? Or is it just weird flashbacks where everytime Leia wears her hair in buns he's like my dad wouldn't have got together with her dad if I hadn't likened them to a breakfast item...
omg now this is interesting lol i feel like korkie doesn't know about the skywalker-kenobi relationship until they feel comfortable to announce it to all the kids
(luke knows before this because he catches them kissing, leia figures it out a few months later because luke is terrible at lying, korkie doesn't know until he's told)
but they're all firmly like. 7 or 8 before they know their dads are together and i think korkie has moved on in his baby crushes saga
BUT he will probably always blush when he sees cinnamon buns (especially after leia is his step-sister because oh god he had a crush on his step sister!!)
AND at the same time he DOES claim credit for getting them together because of the whole thing. he knows that's like gold in this rag tag family and he will slyly use it to get better presents for christmas or his favorite meals for dinner because his dad (later dads) did not raise a quitter!!
my boy baby korkie contains multitudes!!!
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