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Accidental Admiral Darth Vader?

Okay… So there’s been a lot of swooning over Captain Kenobi, the Dashing Duke and the Scourge of the Outer Rim, drinker of wine from tea cups and impersonator of Hutts. 

We’ve had amazing, AMAZING! sea shanties by @lurkingcrow and @jahaliel (Please note I made up those names and if the authors have proper names please let me know and I’ll replace them.)

The Day They Tried Kenobi by Lurkingcrow

Vader I hardly knew ye by Lurkingcrow

Space Pirate King Kenobi by Jahaliel

Have you Heard by Jahaliel 

And one of the times Obi-Wan nearly got arrested thanks to Stormtrooper Frank…


But no love for our favorite tall, dark and tortured Sith Lord? No, daring chases and swashbuckling across those bottomless chasms? No kidnapping of Imperial agents and Vader rescuing them back because Piett is the only person on his ship that his capable damnit! HE DOESN’T BURN MY PANCAKES OBI-WAN!

I mean… if the idea of Stormtrooper Frank and his boheimian vacations looking for new and creative laws to violate to assist Lord Vader in his quest to finally capture Obi-Wan isn’t enough to convince y’all we need some love on the Sith side then I give you this.

Vader gets to meet his kids.

Tiny Luke and ferocious pixie Leia get to meet their daddy.

Just picture it! Obi-Wan’s ship is under attack between the Imperials and the Hutts. It looks dire for the crew of the Lucky Duchess! The Imperials are going to board this ship! Ahsoka is prepared to take the twins in one of the small crafts and hope for the best when Obi-Wan goes to the comm and demands that Piett put Vader on.

Vader: Begging, Master? How the mighty have fallen.

Obi-Wan: Your children are on this ship.

Vader: . . Ha! Another Jedi trick! I can see through your desperation, Master.

Obi-Wan: *groans* Force take you Anakin! They are your bloody children! Why would I lie to you?

Vader: … Children? Padme said… Palpatine said… My children are there?

Obi-Wan: *softly* Yes. They’re here. Now will you help us?

Vader: *to Piett* Direct all fire to the Hutt vessel. I will see to the boarding of this dilapidated piece of garbage myself.

Cut to twenty minutes of Imperial Might and destruction later, the Hutts are in full retreat and Vader gets to meet Luke and Leia for the first time. And Luke absolutely adores his towering and terrifying father because he’s Luke and he is a tiny ball of sunshine made flesh. Leia is less than impressed but as Bail Organa’s adopted daughter she softens up when he lets her walk around in his cape. (C’mon! Bail KNEW how to rock a proper Star Wars cape.)

I’m just saying…

We need more Vader in this Swashbuckling Space Pirate Obi-Wan AU.

  • Thrawn: *sees a godlike creature in the form of a giant planet-sized thunderstorm, destroying Empire and Rebels ships alike, clearly a manifestation of the Force*
  • Thrawn: "Shoot it in the fucking face."

anonymous asked:

I want to be happy for H, but possibly signing with people who are trying to kill off Louis leaves very bitter taste...

Listen, I know nothing of what they think, decide, plan, but of ONE thing I’m 100% sure, and that’s why I keep being a Larrie: whatever move they do, they discuss it together and together they reach whatever conclusion they’re later acting on. If I thought one of the two wouldn’t consider the other’s feelings and situation a priority just as much as their own, I wouldn’t sill be here supporting them, personally. 

Fanart 2nd edition! Dedicated to all the wonderful Undertale fandom artists and AU creators! Make sure to check them out~

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IDK I just wanted to play around with colors and lighting and stuff.  :P

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Imagine listening to Vernon talk about his aspirations as an artist and being in awe of him because his passion, despite his young age, is really strong.


charmed appreciation week | day 1 ⇒ favourite character: phoebe halliwell

↳ ❝ i am light. i am one too strong to fight. return to dark where shadows dwell. you cannot have this halliwell. go away and leave my sight, and take with you this endless night. ❞

faeriefully  asked:

I imagine Piper and Leo's reunion like on the first Madagascar movie when Marty and Alex see each other on the beach and start running in slow motion towards each other- only for Alex to go rampage and try to strangle Marty... on the other hand- I think it'd be really sweet for Piper to latch into him in a hug and he can't breathe because she's hugging him so tight and for such a long time Jason has to pull her off him.

Something like this ???

anonymous asked:

hi! could you recommend some artists you're inspired by or like?

i’m usually inspired by 19th century art onwards so here’s just a list of artists whose works i admire. i think it’s important to appreciate all types of art!!:

  • Gustave Courbet, Edouard Manet, Claude Monet, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Alphonse Mucha, Henri Matisse
  • Jenny Holzer, Carrie Mae William, Frida Kahlo, Helen Frankenthaler
  • Hara Kenya, Dieter Rams, Naoto Fukasawa, Ettore Sottsass
  • Clamp, Eiko Kera, Tomoko Ninomiya
  • all the Adventure Time storyboard artists!!!!!!, Jillian Tamaki, Rebecca Mock, Kali Ciesemier, Richie Pope, Jun Cen, Aidan Koch, Joan Casaramona
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anonymous asked:

Hello girls!!!! Last night I was thinking that Jamie was King of Men and Red Jamie in season two. Men feared him and respected him, saw him as a great soldier. What if one of these men from the army saw a sweet moment between Jamie and Claire? Seeing how caring and loving Big Bad Jamie actually was only with his wife? Please and thank you in advance for your amazing work!!!!! I admire all of you so much!

“Step lively, now! I thought English soldiers always loved marching!”

Corporal Alexander Lake bit back a retort and leaned heavily on the shoulder of Private Oliver Mason (his real name being unpronouncable, due to the odd fact that he was of all things a Lithuanian mercenary), hobbling as best he could to keep his weight off the broken ankle. Mason wasn’t in much better shape – with blood slowly darkening the scarlet of his lieutenant’s coat, and missing the top half of his right ear.

What a bloody farce this all was. All that planning – all that stupid confidence that they’d glorify the King by crushing this damned rebellion led by these filthy Scots. And now here they were, sliding through the mud as prisoners of war on their way to what Mac-whatever had said was their field hospital.

Field hospital? Did they even have hospitals here?

Mac-whatever heartily clapped a compatriot on the back as they rounded a corner toward a barn that had clearly been converted into some kind of military facility. Men sporting all kinds of wounds milled about the courtyard – clutching broken bones, blinking against pain, wandering in a daze, still in shock from the very quick and very bloody battle.

“All right, lads! Just go through that door right there – I’m sure the ladies would love to take care of ye!”

The Scot pointed a grubby finger in the direction of the barn door, where a weary, kerchiefed woman waited. The small, sad column of prisoners grimly filtered through the door.

Lake’s first impression was of surprise – for the field hospital was quiet, orderly, and organized. Run with military-like precision.

“The British! The British prisoners are here!” piped up a young, panicked woman as they entered.

With the crowd of men in front of him, Lake couldn’t tell who the woman was addressing – some kind of general, perhaps? But then Rhead – ever wanting to show his mettle as a leader – piped up:

“We mean you no harm, madam – but we do require your assistance.”

The fool sounded like he was begging. How dare he? How –

But the voice that responded – Christ almighty. An Englishwoman.

Leading a Scottish military hospital?

None of it made sense – had he been struck by a bullet or saber after all?

But before long he was laid flat out on a straw pallet – surprisingly clean – and the Englishwoman was lifting his eyelids and prodding his joints.

“Swelling looks normal for a break…any tenderness around the other joints? Were you struck by anything?”

Too dumbstruck to respond, Lake could only shake his head.

The Englishwoman – whoever she was – clearly knew her way around a wounded body. Sweat shone on her forehead. Blood – likely from a mixture of several people – had soaked a good six inches up the hem of her skirts. Still more blood spatters coated her arms, with one smear tantalizingly just above her bosom.

This woman was in charge – and absolutely breathtaking in her beauty.

“You’ll just have to lie here for a while – there are many other men more gravely wounded than you. Do you understand?”

Even if he didn’t, could he tell her no?

He must have nodded, for before long she was gone in a swirl of skirts, issuing commands to the dedicated women buzzing around the room.

It could have been hours or days that Lake lay there, contemplating. Watching more and more injured Scots trickle in – listening to the dispirited murmurs of conversation between the prisoners around him – admiring how one of the younger women never seemed to rest, despite her clear exhaustion.

But more than anything, wondering how She had made it here.

Clearly She wasn’t under duress – clearly She thrived in this environment. Perhaps She had wedded herself to the Scots’ ridiculous cause? Perhaps She had grown up in Scotland – but then where would She have gained such impressive medical experience? The Scots weren’t exactly known to let their women out of their hovels or castles.

She hadn’t been part of his army – he doubtless would have heard of her. She certainly had a tongue to match the most seasoned soldier – and wasn’t afraid to use it.

Christ, what a woman. Clearly respected by both the men and the women in the room. None of the men even attempted to touch her skirts, or look down her bodice – for fear, perhaps, but definitely for respect.

Dim memories from school flooded into his mind – Boudicea the warrior queen. Elizabeth Regina. Cleopatra, even – all fearsome women in their own right. All queens – just as this strange woman was.

The door crashed open – and Lake’s blood ran cold. For in strode Red Jamie – the man he’d seen cut down at least five of his comrades that morning. The man the generals talked about in their councils – about how smart and ruthless he was. How he’d charm you right into a trap. How he was so dangerous that he should be captured – if not shot – on sight. And here he was, filthy shirt stained with the blood of his brothers.

And here he was, striding toward Her. Holding Her. Framing her blood-smeared face in his blood-stained hands.

Kissing Her.

Bloody hands impossibly gentle.

Christ almighty. She was Red Jamie’s wife. The Stuart Witch.

Their reunion – lingering, tender – mesmerized him.

For such love to exist – to thrive – in such a place…

And then She stormed outside – and he turned to survey his wounded men.

Lake coughed - suddenly feeling very tired - and finally closed his eyes.

Me on my death bed...

Me: Tell my family that I love them

Grandkid: Yes, grandma.

Me: And tell telanu that Truth and Measure is the best novel I’ve ever read.

Grandkid: I think you mean fanfiction, grandma.

Me: Did I fucking stutter?

prblms  asked:

I've been wanting to follow more photography blogs on here, any in particular you'd recommend?

this is gonna be long because theres a loooot of photographers whose work i admire, so i’m gonna try to categorize this somehow. 

@mrcheyl - one of the best portrait photographers. pretty much everyone on tumblr has probably seen his work, and you know it’s his when you see it. overall cool, insightful dude to follow in general. i’m definitely heavily inspired by his work.
@samalive - does a lot of landscapes too, and mixes landscapes and portraiture. has been one of my favorite photographers for years. featured on adorama’s through the lens series here: . also heavily inspired by his work, and is one of the main reasons i primarily shoot with a 35mm prime
@100nslb - very dope portrait photographer from LA and another photographer whose work i admire. you can tell he puts a lot of thought into his shoots (especially color), but its still natural, which is dope.
@messinaphotos - not active on tumblr, but active on IG & FB. shes another huge inspiration. 
@jessicakobeissi - also not active on tumblr, but very active on youtube & instagram 
@whitney-hayes - also featured on through the lens
@yungwolftown - one of my favorite portrait photographers period. huge inspiration
@jabarijacobs - shot a lot of recognizable work, including the cover to The Internet’s Ego Death.

landscape/travel general:

pnw nature/lifestyle photogs:
@andrewtkearns - another one of my favorite photographers, specializing in portrait and lifestyle. and also makes great youtube vids that i’ve been following for years.
@samelkinsphoto - insanely talented young dude from PNW. shoots how i’d aspire to shoot if i lived in the pnw. also featured on through the lens
@furstyphoto - another quintessential pnw photog; also featured on TTL:
@juliamstarr - norcal

street/cityscape: NYC

street/cityscape: CA
@illidentity - (LA) imo one of the best photographers capturing LA. view on mobile or sidebar view, page in browser mode is bugged
@ysociety - (LA)
@lizzaylemon - (LA) shoots all film and captures the beautiful grittiness of LA. also posts good music. one of my favorite blogs in general
@matthewgrantanson - (LA)
@mazalthan - (SF)

street/cityscape: TORONTO

street/cityscape: CHI


@stephroars - does a bit of everything: self portraits, portraits, landscape, cityscape, etc. another great person to follow in general. one of the people on here i consider a friend.
@209vandal - takes dope, raw imagery from around crenshaw/texas, crane climbing, urbex, etc

sorry, i got carried away/tired of writing little descriptions halfway through