Cap'n J

he is the king of thieves & the hero of the poor

posted 1 week ago with 436 notes via: vakarrrian
❝ Top 5 scenes in Star Wars! ❞

This is HARD! Youuu. Hm. Well I’ll work down from number one, which is..

1. The cantina scene, Episode IV! For various reasons including the Han/Greedo shootout, Ben whipping out his lightsaber and that cantina band tune. So iconic, I love it. A few years ago I learnt to play it on the piano because it’s so great!

2. Because I watched it the other day, the podrace in Episode I - I am counting it as one scene okay because it is just so epic. People can say what they like about the Phantom Menace but that part was so, so awesome!

3. The Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon/Darth Maul fight also in the Phantom Menace, because Qui Gon is my God and that scene never fails to kill me in several ways. THE TENSIONN

4. The scene around the Sarlacc pit in Return of the Jedi because aaaah my god so much fun. Boba Fett, Mara Jade, Leia in that fantastic outfit and all the sass. SUCH SASS. 

5. Aaaand I’mma think I’ll go with the garbage compactor in A New Hope. For reasons.

Thanks for this Neeke, it was tough! Took me ages and has made me all excited again for this rewatch <3 

Put “top 5” anything in my ask and I will answer! :D 

posted 2 weeks ago with 3 notes

the new German kit

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reminds me of someone

posted 2 weeks ago

mjwatson:

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

GOOOALL!

posted 2 weeks ago

The Ghost Next Door, 5/?

captainjayharkness:

A/N: Numero cinco! Apologies for dropping off the map a little, I had an incredibly busy week so I didn’t have much chance to get online. Anyways here’s the next chapter, and it’s a little more action filled than the last ones. Enjoy!
Teaspoon linkOneTwoThreeFour

The Ghost Next Door
Summary: It was the hottest and longest summer of Rose Tyler’s life, with all her friends away on holiday while she was left stuck at home and lumbered with looking after baby brother Tony. Thankfully new neighbour John Smith tumbles into her back garden to alleviate the boredom, but she begins to suspect there’s something not quite right about him…

Then one day, it rained.

It was a welcome reprieve from the relentless onslaught of the scorching sun, but unfortunately for those trying to escape the heat altogether it was only a small victory. Instead the air felt thick and heavy with the smell of damp concrete as the downpour ricocheted over every open surface, warm and uncomfortable to be underneath. Rose watched as droplets dribbled down the window of her bedroom and raised a hand to trace a finger down the path of one and sighed. Taking Tony to Parallels had been unpleasant to say the least, made all the sourer by the realisation that John probably wouldn’t want to hop over into her garden if it was pouring with rain.

As much as she complained about the sun’s bombardment of their corner of the world, she hated that the opportunity for a glorious afternoon with her neighbour had been stolen from under her on account of piss poor weather. Her textbooks glared out at her from her desk, perched almost innocently in the haphazard piles she left them in two weeks ago. In truth, on afternoons where John hadn’t appeared at the top of her fence she’d still avoided them like the plague, preferring to busy herself with something, anything else, with the result of forgetting that reading Othello wasn’t her only piece of work. Her teachers would be expecting something a little more substantial than just a skim-read of the syllabus for the following year.

Rose dragged herself away from the window and sat down at her desk, but something stopped her before she could open the psychology textbook. Summer was long, wasn’t it? She had all the time in the world to do this, surely. Instead she was struck with a rather more daring thought–leaving the books behind and going to see him herself.

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maxkennedy24:

Doctor Who - The Doctor x Jack Harkness

"Tell us a bit about X-Men. Because you’re actually rivals in X-Men."

the-llamas-have-the-phonebox:

"Does it need saying?"

the-llamas-have-the-phonebox:

"Does it need saying?"

The Ghost Next Door, 5/?

A/N: Numero cinco! Apologies for dropping off the map a little, I had an incredibly busy week so I didn’t have much chance to get online. Anyways here’s the next chapter, and it’s a little more action filled than the last ones. Enjoy!
Teaspoon linkOneTwoThreeFour

The Ghost Next Door
Summary: It was the hottest and longest summer of Rose Tyler’s life, with all her friends away on holiday while she was left stuck at home and lumbered with looking after baby brother Tony. Thankfully new neighbour John Smith tumbles into her back garden to alleviate the boredom, but she begins to suspect there’s something not quite right about him…

Then one day, it rained.

It was a welcome reprieve from the relentless onslaught of the scorching sun, but unfortunately for those trying to escape the heat altogether it was only a small victory. Instead the air felt thick and heavy with the smell of damp concrete as the downpour ricocheted over every open surface, warm and uncomfortable to be underneath. Rose watched as droplets dribbled down the window of her bedroom and raised a hand to trace a finger down the path of one and sighed. Taking Tony to Parallels had been unpleasant to say the least, made all the sourer by the realisation that John probably wouldn’t want to hop over into her garden if it was pouring with rain.

As much as she complained about the sun’s bombardment of their corner of the world, she hated that the opportunity for a glorious afternoon with her neighbour had been stolen from under her on account of piss poor weather. Her textbooks glared out at her from her desk, perched almost innocently in the haphazard piles she left them in two weeks ago. In truth, on afternoons where John hadn’t appeared at the top of her fence she’d still avoided them like the plague, preferring to busy herself with something, anything else, with the result of forgetting that reading Othello wasn’t her only piece of work. Her teachers would be expecting something a little more substantial than just a skim-read of the syllabus for the following year.

Rose dragged herself away from the window and sat down at her desk, but something stopped her before she could open the psychology textbook. Summer was long, wasn’t it? She had all the time in the world to do this, surely. Instead she was struck with a rather more daring thought–leaving the books behind and going to see him herself.

Read More

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mr pond