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could this be the beginnings of a fic

worth saving for later . . .

its giving fairy, whimsical, witch, protector, possessive, forbidden love, romance, picnic, ribbons, flowers, hand holding, promises, stolen kisses, braiding hair, soft touches, bare feet on grass, necklaces, playful, long skirts, gardens

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he's blowing me a kiss 🤭🤭

HE IS TOO HANDSOME FOR HIS OWN GOOD! FINGERS! CHEEK BONES! NOSE! EYES!

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longing (non-specific Liam Neeson character)

He can't sleep - not well at least - not without you by his side. He hooks his leg up the bed as if you were there, to pull you impossibly closer to his chest; his heartbeat.

Sleeping in the center of the bed isn't normal for him either, but he'll do it just so he doesn't have to see your side empty in the morning.

His hand hugs his stomach since he can't hold you, wishing you were in the crook of his neck and your hair splayed out on his forearm.

If you were there you'd be wearing his t-shirt, mixing your scents. Instead, he keeps it on, trapping is sweat and cologne to the cotton fabric for your next wear.

Until then he makes due on the king size bed, but all the while he dreams of your embrace, your curves, your warmth.

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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.

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(loveable) grump ツ

This is what Bryan looks like doing errands with you. He has a major resting bitch face, but not for you. He is not happy to be around so many people in the grocery store, pharmacy, or even at the park but having you at his side makes up for the annoying people surrounding your space.

He only softens his gaze when it reaches you, looking up at him as you lean into his chest waiting for the pedestrian light to signal walking. He will use one hand to wrap around your waist until the light changes and he'll grab your hand to guide the way.

You love the new pudge of his belly forming from his affinity for your homecooked meals. Despite the teasing he gets from his pals, he hasn't lost an ounce of his strength, but you are loving his new dad-bod nevertheless. and you let him know on the daily.

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Star Wars: episode one, The phantom menace.

Screenshots:

Cityscapes 🌆🏙️

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how have I not reblogged this soon! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

You know when your WIPs hit you with that "I lived bitch" energy?

Anyway I said I was gonna write but this said "Fuck that" and took the reigns so here we are

For my fellow Qui-Gon stans, some spice

if you'd like to be tagged in any future thirst art posts (that is, if i have the balls to finish them), hit me up

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love this chaos with all of my heart

(See previous reblog) it’s the costume for this character

The wig gets worse in the sequel

#gif #liam neeson #what actors will do for the love of the craft #bad wig

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clowchan:

For @OfSugar_And_Ice and @Bumpadeedle: Liam Neeson giggling With bonus Liam doing his knock knock intro (cos that cracked me up for some reason) 

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The Star Wars prequels aren’t bad ; you’re watching them wrong. The Phantom Menace is meant to be the tragic tale of the doomed romance of star crossed lovers Qui-Gon Jinn and Jar Jar Banks.

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Instead of the Dark Side, there's always a voice at the back of Obi-Wan's head that whispers "aren't you tired of being nice? don't you wanna go apeshit start acting like Qui-Gon?"

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for the Peyton lovers waiting on my next Darkman fic . . .

Carnival {Peyton (Darkman) x Reader}

approx. 1500 words

Summary: Peyton takes you out for a date to the local fair

Warning: F! reader, light fondling, general fluff

It was a gorgeous summer day, at the end of June when Peyton suggested you both spend a a day at the carnival.

He parked his truck and waited outside of your apartment building, leaning on the hood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, admiring the cloudless sky and warmth of the sun. He wore a light weight slack and an orange button down paired with a green cardigan.

You exited the lobby of your building, excitement evident on your face. You were dressed in an ocean blue sundress that stopped at your knees partnered with tan sandals.

Peyton greeted you with a kind smile and excellently tight hug. You admired his truck, commenting on the improvement’s he’s made over the past few months. He beamed with pride from the recognition he received. 

Opening the door for you, Peyton helped you into the front seat of his truck. The old school bench style allowed you to nuzzle up to his side.

“Too close?” you asked, not wanting to overstep your bounds before the day began.

“Never close enough,” he responded, putting you at ease with a wide, toothy grin and wrapping one arm around you. 

On the 45 minute drive to the fair grounds you listened to the radio, singing along to the top 40 hits. Peyton intentionally tried to sing bad for certain tunes, his deep voice butchering the supposed high notes. 

Upon arriving at the carnival Peyton parked the truck and strolled in hand-in-hand with you. You both got your hands stamped at the gate and made your way around the perimeter of the park. 

The first stop was at the photo booth, capturing the candid pictures of smiles, laughter, and a kiss. Two strips were printed, placed in Peyton's wallet for safe keeping.

Stepping out of the booth Peyton spotted the monstrosity that was the Red Rocket Cannonball ride, the largest roller coaster in the park, corkscrews included.

While waiting in line Peyton could see the nervous ticks you displayed. Twirling your hair, tapping your toes to the cement and being unusually quiet. 

“We don’t have to ride it if you are scared,” he said, in a low voice only you could hear, so as to not embarrass you.

“No, no. This is something you want to do. I can be brave,” you said, though still timidly playing with the hem of his cardy.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. That was all of the encouragement you needed. 

You had reached the front of the line and were now boarding the cart. You and Peyton sat in the wooden cart awaiting the attendant to pull down the steel bar. Click, click, click, went the cart as it began to slowly notch its way forward on the track. As you reached the peak you looked to Peyton before the drop.

“Hold my hand?” was your plea. He did you one better. Peyton wrapped both arms around your midsection before the wind could whip his hands into the air. You were too slow, only able to grip his legs for reassurance.

You both were screaming like children, fear vanishing to make room for adrenaline. Once you completed the roller coaster track, Peyton wanted to show off to and for you, specifically with his strength.

It was no secret Peyton was a farm hand kind of strong, nothing like a steroid induced bodybuilder. You liked his natural physique and never missed a chance to tell him of his handsomeness and rugged good looks. He would blush every time.

“For you, Love. Any one you want,” he said, pointing to the stuffed animals that lined the tent. He was going to win you a prize, but more importantly, he was going to win you a prize to keep at your apartment to think of him anytime he was away. 

“Let me see,” you said, looking over your options. If it was Peyton's choice he would pick the most obnoxious sized animal, but you were more understated. “There, that one,” you pointed to a classic teddy bear, with a green ribbon around its neck.

“Green ribbon teddy it is,” he said as he handed the attendant a dollar bill in exchange for the hammer he would wield. 

Peyton knew these games were meant for children, but still enjoyed in making you proud. With a hefty swing he came down like thunder on the machine.

The buzzers blared and you played up his win with a dramatic swoon, which made Peyton melt like butter on a hot tin roof.

“It was nothing,” he said while simultaneously flexing his biceps that were eye level with you. You looked up to him, batting your eyelashes, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you by his side.

“I’m going to name it Peyton,” you said in all seriousness. He loved that idea. In that moment his heart was so full of love that he kissed you right then and there. After a beat you started to smile through the kiss and parted to giggle. 

After walking through the entirety of the park Peyton noticed your eyes drooping with sleep and the occasional yawn.

You got back to Peyton’s truck and instantly, you cuddled up to his side, like you had on the way there. Peyton smiled down to you fondly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You hummed a positive sigh to his kiss, sitting up to face him.

You folded your feet up on the seat while his legs were spread wide, taking up half of the bench seat. You raised your right hand to his neck and leaned in for a soft kiss. Peyton kissed you back but didn’t make any quick movements. 

He slowly wrapped his right hand around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Now, your legs laid straight out over one of his legs and onto the bench seat as the kisses became more passionate. 

Peyton became emboldened by the moment, putting one of his hands up your dress to caress your hips, to feel your hot skin. Your hands were all over his chest, only above his shirt. You were about to move to the buttons of his shirt when a knock came at the driver’s side window of his truck.

Frazzled, Peyton pulls you up into a seated position on his lap with a secured arm around your waist while he cranked down the window for the patrol officer.

“You do know this fair is closing in 10 minutes, and that there are children here,” he said in an exasperated voice, annoyed with horny teenagers and frisky fair goers.

“Uhm, yes sir, sorry sir. It won’t happen again,” Peyton said.

“Alright then,” the officer scoffed, probably at Peyton’s puffy lips and slightest smudge of your pink lip gloss.

Once the officer left and Peyton rolled up the window you turned to him with a gleam in your eyes.

“I’ve never been caught like that before. What a rush,” you said, hopping off of his lap and smoothing out your dress. You then looked up to notice Peyton’s puffy lips and gave him one more comically loud smooch before setting off back home. 

With that, he started up the engine and opened his right arm for you to snuggle into, and squished between you was Peyton the teddy bear. 

Through the car ride, you rested your head on his chest, radiating warmth and a rhythmic heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

When he pulled into her driveway, Peyton couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. You looked so peaceful, he thought. He hoped you were dreaming of him. You were.  

Ever so carefully, Peyton picked you up bridal style, and crossed the threshold into your apartment. He relished in the thought of carrying you like this again. Only you would be wearing white and he’d be in a tuxedo. 

Entering your kitchen like he had hundreds of times before, he made his way to your bedroom. Gently, he laid you down and fluffed a comforter over you. He was sure to carry in teddy bear Peyton as well, placing it between your chest and hands as you curled into a sleeping position. 

He wanted to stay and watch your chest rise and fall with every breath, but knew he wasn’t asked to stay. He stood from his spot on your dressing chair and began to walk out when your sleepy hand grabbed the air for his his wrist. 

Peyton's entire body turned to face you and leaned in closer, thinking you were going to say something. Instead, you placed his flat hand over your breasts where he could feel her heartbeat. 

Warmth traveled over his entire body. He knew the woman he loved wanted to stay with him, as much time as he could give to you. He laid down, spooning you and teddy bear Peyton.

You began to stir and Peyton thought he had been laying on your hair so he shifted away for a moment. You were only trying to turn and face him, curling up into his chest, you favorite spot.

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medieval qui au

that's all.

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qui-gon’s death | han’s death

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Irish legends looking bad-ass!

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