I just have this sneaking suspicion that aliens would not necessarily want to let humans pilot *anything*.
Like, we’re already pretty fearless with how we travel - planes, trains, automobiles, boats, hot air balloons. Most of us will figure out how to get to our destinations, traffic and weather be damned. If there’s a way for us to get somewhere, we’ll do it, even if it means we freaking walk there.
It takes ages before aliens trust us to pilot anything because, while we may be cautious when it comes to working with crazy weather plans, we always find a way to get to where we need to go. Yeah, some of us can be reckless and fearless, we have such a will.
Imagine, if you will, a mission crew is stuck on a planet due to foul weather and they can’t get their shuttle up to meet up with their expedition ship. The (alien) mission leader is worried that they won’t make it through the storm. But then a human slides into the shuttle’s pilot seat and starts firing up the engines with absolute confidence.
Mission Leader: Human-Amaya, what do you think you’re doing?
Amaya: Getting us out of here, boss.
ML: It’s too dangerous out there! We won’t be able to get through or around this storm.
Amaya: *grinning* It’s no worse than any Cat-2 hurricane back home. I’ve flown through worse conditions before.
Amaya: Hey, Jax, tell them about that time we flew a helicopter over a mountain while I get us ready to blast off.
ML: Human-Jax, please tell me that was a Human Tall Tale.
Jax: Nope. We were trying to avoid a blizzard and there was no other way to do it than go over a mountain. Okay, it was a pretty small mountain, but we did it, Things got a bit dicy on the way down, but we survived.
ML: I don’t want to know any more.
Amaya: Okay kids, strap in. It’s time to blow this Popsicle stand.
a/n: So I’m writing this GOTG imagine series on this blog. GOTG Vol. 2 reminded me how much I enjoyed the series so I had this dream. The dream is laid out in this series and I just love me some Quill. So enjoy! sorry for it being non-star wars – considering adding Marvel to this blog. Thanks! – ps: it’s kind of long (sry not sry)
“Psst..hey!” a voice called to you from behind. You were working in a busy marketplace of a planet that was literally just one big city. You were a young woman, in your 20′s and had been stuck in this damn place since you were 11. “An excuse me would be nicer.” As you turned around a man roughly around the same age of you was standing at the counter of your shop. “Is there anyway you can up the price on this for me?” from his pocket he pulled out a necklace with a glowing pendant. The pendant flashed colors of blue and yellow, in a melodious rhythm. Your (e/c) eyes glowed in awe at the beauty of the necklace. “It’s beautiful.” your hand reached out to take it from the young man’s hands but he snatched it away. “Hey! Hey! Hey! I need a deal here!” snapping back to reality you crossed your arms. “Well, I can give you … 95,000 units.” the young man scoffed at your offer. “You’re joking right?” he snorted. Your face grew with disgust, “Excuse me? That’s 10,000 more units than the man who owns this place would be willing to give you!” you yelled at him in a hushed tone. If the man who owned your stand would find out about what you were offering, you’d be in more trouble than you could even realize. The young man scoffed again, “I know that Hokadda here would give us more than that.” he pointed across the street to the purple alien that was running another shop. You rolled your eyes and sighed, “If I wanted a joke, I’d follow you to the John and watch you take a leak.” you trailed off, bending down to the safe that was below the counter.
“Did you just quote Planes, Trains, and Automobiles? Steve Martin and John Candy?” it was as if you had uttered the directions to the Holy Grail. Rising to a stand with a safe in hand you gave the man a confused look. “Yeah…” then it hit the both of you like a train. “Are you from Earth?” out of all the years that you were on this stupid planet, all you ever met was aliens from various planets but Earth. So when you finally found someone that was from Earth like you were, it was a pretty big deal. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).. I’m from Ohio.” you put a hand out to shake. “I’m Peter Quill. I’m from Missouri.” he put his hand out and the two of you exchanged a hearty handshake.
Peter explained that in 1988 he was taken from Earth by a blue guy named Yondu. His mom died of cancer and that he never knew who his father was but his mom called him an ‘angel’; also that he was from the stars. Yondu however was supposed to deliver him to his father but never did, keeping him for his own. “I’m so sorry..” you explained to him that your parents explored the stars because your father met a man from the Kree Empire and showed him the ways of space travel and the military fighting of their people. Only to have your family be killed by the very same Kree and have been forced to work on this planet ever since. “It’s an awful feeling.. ” you sighed. “But my father left me something, on Knowhere. I remember the location by heart but never have been able to retrieve it.” Peter still standing at across from you with necklace in hand, simply just handed it to you. “Here. Buy your freedom. It’s a priceless gem, worth a lot more than you were willing to give me.” you were taken by his offer but then realized what he said. However, the kindness of what this man who you just met was more than you could take in. “I can’t – you just met me.” Peter simply smiled and let out a small chuckle, “Or you could just come with me.” he lent out his hand, this was the opportunity that you were waiting for. You’ve been stuck dealing and trading with scummy space thieves, dreaming of the day when you can finally get away. “Okay but I’m stuck here.” Lifting your pant leg, it revealed that you were chained to the area by a electric beam. “If I try and run it’ll electrocute me.” yanking on it slightly the beam delivered a small shock to your body, enough for you to feel some pain. Peter thought for a moment but the only thing that he could think of was to try and shoot it off. “This might be stupid. But it might work!” he pulled out one of his Quad Blasters and aimed for the electric beam. With a plasma shot, it broke the electric beam but still sent a shock wave through your body; causing you to drop to the ground and your body to convulse. As you were unable to move for a length of time and unconscious, Peter quickly picked you up from the ground as an alarm sounded from the shop. “What the hell?! What kind of place are you working at?” he quickly shot one of the speakers but several others began sounding the alarm. “Dammit!” he yelled.
With you tightly in his arms, Peter took off running towards where his ship was docked with the other’s were that he traveled the galaxy with. Soon a small Kree ship flew into orbit, banking down to the city and began firing at Quill. “Seriously man?! She buys illegal stuff for God’s sake!” he yelled towards the ship and firing back on occasion with his blaster. Radioing in to his ship he called for Rocket, “Rocket! I need your help!” was all that he could spit out. “What’s up Quill? Piss someone off again?” the raccoon joked. “MAYBE!!” the sounds of blaster fire echoed through the background. “It sounds as if he did.” uttered Drax. Rocket fired up Quill’s ship named the Milano and headed towards Quill’s ping location. Blasters fired from everywhere, destroying many shops and people fleeing for their lives. Peter was running towards the crowd and it was like he was a fish swimming upstream. Several frightened people slammed into him which caused his grip to loosen on your body, dropping you in the crowd. “Shit!” he cursed loudly under his breath as he ran back for you. Your body was like a rock in the river, people running around you as a beam of light projected from the Kree ship. The light concealed you in what looked like a bubble, protecting you from the crowd of people; only then to start pulling you to the ship. “No!” Quill fired at the ship with his blasters, one after, after one, after one. But it was like throwing stones. Just as you were almost in the hands of the man that killed your family and held you as a working slave, Quill’s ship delivered a huge blast and caused the ship to explode; dropping your body down onto the hard ground.
The ship landed and Quill’s party waltzed out of the ship and onto the scene. “Geeze Quill, who’s this?” the small raccoon pointed at your still unconscious body. Peter walked over to you, picked you up in his arms, walking to board the ship. “Woah..” Gamora, a green skinned woman stopped Peter. “You don’t know what she can do Quill or even who she is.” Quill simply looked Gamora in the eyes, seriousness oozing from his orbs. “She needed help, I helped her.” he looked down, then back up. “She’s the first person from Earth that I’ve met, since I don’t even know when.” the group stood quiet until a small species of Flora that ran out of the ship, looking up to Quill and yourself he muttered, “I am Groot.” Rocket shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No we didn’t kill her.” the small tree alien spoke again, “I am Groot.” Rocket replied, “She most certainly isn’t coming with us!” Quill shot a look of annoyance and anger at Rocket. “She most certainly is coming with us!” Despite the arguments that his friends brought up about bringing you along with them, Quill was anxious to really know who you were. Finally he had someone that he could share the experiences of both Earth and American culture with. He took you back to the living quarters in the Milano, laying you down on a couch and let you rest. Eager for you to wake up and begin to know each other.
The Breakfast Club;
John Hughes nearly fired Judd Nelson for his mean attitude toward Molly
Ringwald. Paul Gleason convinced him not to, telling Hughes it was method
Planes, Trains, and
Autombiles; No transportation company wanted to
appear inept or deficient in any way, so crews had to rent twenty miles of
train track and refurbish old railroad cars, construct a set that looked like
an airline terminal, design a rent-a-car company logo and uniforms, and rent
250 cars for the infamous Rent-a-Car sequence.
Sixteen Candles; Molly Ringwald almost lost the part of Samantha to Ally Sheedy her
Home Alone/Home Alone 2: Lost in New York; During a rehearsal of the scene where Harry
and Marv catch Kevin, Joe Pesci accidently bit Macaulay Culkin’s finger,
leaving a permant scar. On the set of the sequel, Pesci told Culkin to “shut
up” after Culkin asked why he never smiled.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off; During the parade several of the people seen
dancing (including the construction worker and the window washer) originally
had nothing to do with the film. They were simply dancing to the music being
played and John Hughes found it so humorous that he told the camera operators to
Pretty in Pink; John Hughes was allegedly unhappy with the ending. He wanted
Andie to get together with Duckie. But the film’s ending of Andie getting
together with Blaine was forced upon him by the studio.
Read the piece about Claire's sp power. Please discuss Jamie's "seeing." Love, your blog! Thanks in advance.
I do believe that Jamie has some form of The Sight - as in, in his dreams he can see across time and look in on what his children and grandchildren are doing.
We first get a glimpse of this in Drums of Autumn:
“I did wonder…” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And if so, did ye tell me of it?”
“She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it, myself. It’s a—”
His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me.
“It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?”
“I kissed her there,” he said softly.
And then there’s this scene at the end of A Breath of Snow and Ashes:
“You dreamed about Brianna and the children? What happened?”
…“It is all right,” he said. “They are safe. I saw them in a town—it seemed like Inverness, but it was different, somehow. They walked up the step of a house—Roger Mac was with them,” he added, offhand. “They knocked at the door, and a wee brown-haired woman opened to them. She laughed wi’ joy to see them, and brought them in, and they went down a hallway, wi’ strange things like bowls hanging from the ceiling.
“Then they were in a room, wi’ sofas and chairs, and the room had great windows all down one wall, from the floor to the ceiling, and the afternoon sun was streaming in, setting Brianna’s hair to fire, and makin’ wee Mandy cry when it got in her eyes.”
“Did … did any of them call the brown-haired woman by name?” I asked, my heart beating in a queer, fast way.
He frowned, moonlight making a cross of light over nose and brows.
“Aye, they did,” he said. “I canna just—oh, aye; Roger Mac called her Fiona.”
“Did he?” I said. My hands rested on his shoulder, and my mouth was a hundred times drier than it had been when I woke up. The night was chilly, but not enough to account for the temperature of my hands.
I had told Jamie any amount of things about my own time over the years of our marriage. About trains and planes and automobiles and wars and indoor plumbing. But I was nearly sure that I had never told him what the study looked like in the manse where Roger had grown up with his adoptive father.
The room with the window wall, made to accommodate the Reverend’s painting hobby. The manse with its long hallway, furnished with old-fashioned light fixtures, shaped like hanging bowls. And I knew I had never told him about the Reverend’s last housekeeper, a girl with dark, curly hair, called Fiona.
“Were they happy?” I asked at last, very quietly.
“Aye. Brianna and the lad—they had some shadows to their faces, but I could see they were glad nonetheless. They all sat down to eat—Brianna and her lad close together, leaning on each other—and wee Jem stuffed his face wi’ cakes and cream.” He smiled at the picture, teeth a brief gleam in the darkness.
“Oh—at the last, just before I woke … wee Jem was messin’ about, picking things up and putting them down as he does. There was a … thing . . on the table. I couldna say what it was; I’ve never seen the like.”
He held his hands about six inches apart, frowning at them. “It was maybe this wide, and just a bit longer—something like a box, maybe, only sort of … humped.”
“Humped?” I said, puzzled as to what this could be.
“Aye, and it had a thing on top like a wee club, only wi’ a knob to each end, and the club was tied to the box wi’ a sort of black cord, curled up on itself like a piggie’s tail. Jem saw it, and he reached out his hand, and said, ‘I want to talk to Grandda.’ And then I woke.”
He leaned his head back farther, so as to look up into my face.
“Would ye ken what a thing like that might be, Sassenach? It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
The autumn wind came rustling down from the hill, dry leaves hurrying in its wake, quick and light as the footsteps of a ghost, and I felt the hair rise on nape and forearms.
“Yes, I know,” I said. “I’ve told you about them, I know.” I didn’t think, though, that I had ever described one to him, in more than general terms. I cleared my throat.
“It’s called a telephone.”
And then this scene in Echo:
“You‘ve been dreaming of them, haven‘t you?” I said.
…“I saw Jem and the wee lass—” A smile came over his face at that. “God, she‘s a feisty wee baggage! She minds me o‘ you, Sassenach.”
…“What were they doing?”
He rubbed a finger between his brows as though his forehead itched.
“They were outside,” he said slowly. “Jem told her to do something and she kicked him in the shin and ran away from him, so he chased her. I think it was spring.” He smiled, eyes fixed on whatever he‘d seen in his dream. “I mind the wee flowers, caught in her hair, and lying in drifts across the stones.”
“What stones?” I asked sharply.
“Oh. The gravestones,” he answered, readily enough. “That‘s it—they were playing among the stones on the hill behind Lallybroch.”
I sighed happily. This was the third dream that he‘d had, seeing them at Lallybroch. It might be only wishful thinking, but I knew it made him as happy as it made me, to feel that they had made a home there.
…“Right. What was it that bothered you, though?”
He glanced curiously at me.
“How did ye ken I was troubled?”
I looked at him down my nose—or as much down my nose as was possible, given the disparity of height.
“You may not have a glass face, but I have been married to you for thirty-odd years.”
He let the fact that I hadn‘t actually been with him for twenty of those years pass without comment, and only smiled.
“Aye. Well, it wasna anything, really. Only that they went into the broch.”…The small frown was back between his brows.
“The broch,” he repeated, and looked at me, helpless. “I dinna ken what it was. Only that I didna want them to go in. It … felt as though there was something inside. Waiting. And I didna like it at all.”
When we last saw Thor, he was flying off to figure out who was manipulating the Avengers at the end of Age of Ultron.
Eventually, he hears rumblings of trouble in Asgard: His evil brother,
Loki (Tom Hiddleston), has been impersonating their missing father, Odin
(Anthony Hopkins). Loki’s rather lax governing leads to the reemergence
of an imprisoned Hela (Cate Blanchett). Thor’s initial encounter with
Hela gets him blasted to Sakaar, a barbaric planet ruled by the charming
but nefarious Grandmaster (Jeff Goldblum). Valkyrie (Tessa Thompson), a
tough, hard-drinking warrior hiding out on Sakaar brings the god to the
Grandmaster. “Thor is a bit of a fanboy for the Valkyrie, the elite
women warriors,” Hemsworth says. Thor is then forced into becoming a
gladiator, which leads to his haircut and the loss of his trusty hammer.
(His replacement weapons include a pair of swords seen on EW’s cover.)
Sakaar’s most popular and successful gladiator? Bruce Banner, a.k.a.
the Hulk. Comics fans will recognize this plotline as part of the
popular Planet Hulk series. “He’s much more of a character than
the green rage machine you’ve seen in the Avengers movies,” Ruffalo
says of this new Hulk. “He’s got a swagger. He’s like a god.”
Once Thor and Hulk unite, Ragnarok becomes a sort of road-trip film, with director Taika Waititi drawing inspiration from movies like 48 HRS., Withnail and I, and even Planes, Trains and Automobiles. The director particularly wanted to show off Hemsworth’s comedic abilities, only recently exploited in films like Vacation and Ghostbusters.
“He’s so good and underutilized in that department,” Waititi says.
“He’s legitimately one of the funniest things in this film.”
Fans will also see some familiar faces, like Benedict Cumberbatch’s
Stephen Strange. The New York-based sorcerer met with Thor in the
post-credits epilogue of Doctor Strange, and he will help the
Asgardian locate Odin. Teases Feige, “There’s not a whole lot that takes
place on Earth in this film, and that’s one of the things that does.”
The events of Ragnarok will also help set up Marvel’s biggest Phase 3 installment, Avengers: Infinity War,
the first half of which is due in May 2018. But Waititi is adamant that
his film will not only stand on its own, it will reinvent the
franchise. “A lot of what we’re doing with the film is, in a way, kind
of dismantling and destroying the old idea and rebuilding it in a new
way that’s fresh,” he says. “Everyone’s got a slightly new take on their
characters, so in that way, it feels like [this is] the first Thor.” Just with a little less hair.
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054. Or Summat - Sequel to Important or Summat
Dawn hasn’t even
broken when you hear your name. It’s soft, and thick, and there’s a gentle
sweeping sensation over your forehead. Your face scrunches against it and you
shrink away from the bothersome, tickling sensation.
“Love,” the gravelly
voice pipes up, a little firmer but also pleading. “Don’t yeh wanna say hello?”
Say hello to whom?
You open your eyes and
blink. Everything is cloaked in darkness but the sky is lightening through the
window, turning from a pitch black to a gradient of indigo and blues.
It’s barely enough for
you to make out the green eyes, stubble-lined pink mouth, and beanie-covered
curls of your boyfriend.
“Harry?” you croak,
blinking furiously to clear sleep from your eyes.
“Someone else you’re
His answer is cheeky
but you’re too vulnerable to care.
“Harry!” you gasp. “Oh,
He’s laughing at you
with sleepy eyes as you fling covers back and scramble onto your knees and throw
your arms around his neck. Two long arms wind around you and you grunt as they
squeeze you into a bear hug, your lungs feeling curiously more pressed than
they would ordinarily, trapped in muscular arms against a chest that is broader
and firmer than you remember.