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My favorite scene from The Bodyguard

video edit

#telling my grandkids this was a scene from The Bodyguard #uploading this one here #i was playing around with the music/scene from the episode and accidentally created one of the funniest edit #the amount of laughter that went into making this… 😭#i called it my official moncassian video edit 🤡#the bodyguard #welcome to the rebellion #moncassian #mon mothma #cassian andor #fan edit

losthavenmine

Eric Bana as Bruce Banner || Hulk (2003)

#high key my favorite bruce banner #this ang lee version is what made me love eric bana #hulk 2003

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#Mon Mothma showing up with her controversially young boyfriend #she fought for the rebellion and for age gap representation #moncassian #mon mothma #cassian andor #andor

katebeckets

MSR + the art of subtlety [11/?] ⤷ 3.13 — “Syzygy”

#scully is a mood #the x files

beelsebub

LEE PACE AS KING THRANDUIL THE HOBBIT: THE BATTLE OF THE FIVE ARMIES (2014)

#he’s so pretty #thranduil #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lee pace

yavinbarber

MON AND CASSIAN | Senate escape

#oh hello this is beautiful #i love the colors #😍#the number of times i rewatched this episode is borderline concerning but who cares #shes never been driven like that before #moncassian #my beloveds #mon mothma #cassian andor #andor

uwillneverknowwho

Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will

niamosphere

✾　MON MOTHMA MODERN AU

Mon Mothma, media executive and Editor-in-Chief of Alliances magazine, has spoken out against her competitor, In Style Beyond (ISB), regarding its antiquated stance on fashion. In a tweet, she emphasized the importance of innovation—of pushing the very boundaries of fashion itself in order to elevate it even further. Furthermore, she voiced her support for emerging designer Varian Skye, championing his debut collection presented last weekend at the Ghorman Fashion Show, and hailing him as one of the most promising talents in the industry. Plans are now underway to feature him on the cover of the upcoming issue of Alliances.

[ If you have any ideas for another Andor/Rogue One character in this AU or another, please let me know! See the rest here. ]

#OH WOW #this is genuinely beautiful #this is the kind of content i live for #varian skye #mon mothma #can definitely have an affair #yes #this au’s gonna consume me for a couple of days 🫡#i say MonCassian for sure #star wars modern au #andor #genevieve o'reilly #social media #modern au

Mon Mothma concept art by: Michael Wilkinson and Andrei Riabovitchev (3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 12) Michael Wilkinson and Glyn Dillon (1, 2, 7, 10, 11)

The Art of Andor (Phil Szostak)

#the wedding dress look so sick imo #mon mothma #andor #star wars #the art of andor

…and they got hitched

#Cassian: this is a terrible idea #Mon: drive #they met jesus along the way and suddenly decided to elope #priorities #the only thing more secret than the rebel network #moncassian #😂#mon mothma #cassian andor #andor

charlesleclerrc

DIEGO LUNA Star Wars Vanity Fair Cover Shoot (2022)

#always reblog #ugh fml because why is the first gif always making me think a million different moncassian scenarios #andor out of context #diego luna #genevieve o'reilly

broken-sonnets

MonCassian modern AU

UN’s most respected envoy Mon Mothma assigned to negotiate peace between collapsing nations while military attachè Cassian Andor assigned to keep her alive, knows peace talks usually ends in gunfire

“You’re asking me to abandon you?”

“I’m asking you to survive”

tequila0341

Inspired by @broken-sonnets' AU and moodboard above to start yet another WIP, my first MonCassian:

Mon pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose and rubbed. The last teleconference had run almost an hour and half over, plagued by United Nations headquarters’ substandard satellite internet and the pure obstinacy of the Russian ambassador. She looked at the wall clock out of the corner of her eye and could barely register the red digital numbers. She blinked again and looked more closely. “It’s 12:34, madame,” came a soft, accented voice. “In the morning.” Mon didn’t have the energy to be startled. She simply looked at the slender, sharp-figured man standing in the dimly-lit doorway of her office, then said, “You are –?” “Perdón,” he said, putting up his hands. “Your aide said I could come in.” He took a step back. “Should I come back later?” Mon blinked again, focusing her eyes and taking him in. A loose thought danced into her mind: That suit fits too well on him. Then: I am far too tired to be thinking that about a man I just met. “No.” She pushed herself to her feet and extended her hand. He shook it with a firm, almost uncomfortably callused grip, then sat. “Captain Cassian Andor,” he said. “I’m with MONUS” – the long-time UN peacekeeping mission for Sokonno – “But I’m here to provide security for you, for the conference.” Mon inclined her head. “Good to meet you, Captain. I’m Mon Mothma, the special envoy for Sokonno.” She settled back into her seat. “I apologize for not being able to see you sooner, it’s been a long week.” “It’s fine, madam. I’m just in from Kayez myself.” Andor’s voice was throaty and warm, but Mon heard urgency in his tone. “Kayez?” Mon leaned forward in her chair. “I wasn’t aware that MONUS had a base in the north.” Kayez was the entire reason she was here, and why the conference was happening in the first place. The discovery of gold in Sokonno’s northern border area was both a potential economic boon but also a massive destabilizing force. The Sokonnese military, Sahelian jihadists, Russian private military companies were all circling. “MONUS doesn’t.” Andor leaned forward. “I went with my commanding officer’s permission.” Mon pursed her lips. Colonel Luthen Rael, the commanding officer of MONUS, was a long-time Swedish Army officer but had been in peacekeeping in Africa for years; he was both renowned for his effectiveness and criticized for exceeding his mandate. “I gather you did not go wearing a uniform,” she said, almost not wanting to hear what the captain was about to tell her. “No. First I posed as a tourist, then as a mining liaison. Then as a journalist.” Andor saw the look on her face and paused. “Captain,” Mon said. “It’s highly … unorthodox to pose as a journalist. It may put legitimate journalists in danger if certain actors think that journalists could be undercover soldiers or spies.” Andor gave a small, dismissive huff. “Madam, I’m from México. Everyone already thinks journalists are spies.” Mon stiffened. The Mexican contribution to MONUS was small, but highly specialized. “I have to ask, captain, if you were part of that stunt a few months ago? The Nguessi incident.” “Do you mean the hostage rescue?” Andor looked back at her, his dark eyes calm and unwavering. “I was the commanding officer, yes.” “I mean the photos, afterward. The ones that were posted on Telegram.” She felt tension crackle up her spine. “I didn’t take the photos,” Andor said. “That was Major Marki’s idea. She was the one who found the jihadists’ private Telegram group, off the leader’s phone. She thought she would let them know what happened to the men they sent, courtesy of MONUS.” “And whose idea was it to spell out ‘Ne revenez pas’ using the terrorists’ weapons?” Mon asked. “Her French is better than mine,” said Andor, with a small smile. “They haven’t come back, either.” Mon sighed. “That bright idea almost got all of MONUS thrown out of the country, you know. And your Fuerzas Especiales detachment sent home.” “But you fought to keep us,” said Andor. “And we’re still here.”

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Some more of this AU:

The Russian approached from across the bar, a drink in hand and a slight flush to his ruddy skin. It was still early in the evening, but Cassian knew from Kleya’s reports that the Russian “contractors” in Sokonno tended towards an early start to their festivities. This one’s name was Yevgeny Malenkov, callsign Vampire - the UN had him listed as a combatant in Donbas, Syria, and Mali. He’d ascended to the equivalent of a colonelcy by the time of his posting to Sokonno, and seemed to be in charge of the Russian delegation’s security arrangements. Yet he didn’t seem as interested in security as he slid onto the barstool next to Cassian. “You’re Captain Andor,” he said in accented English. Cassian shook the mercenary’s offered hand. The Russian gave him an open smile. “You were in charge of the school op,” Vampire said. “The hostage rescue.” “Yes.” “Very nice piece of work.” Cassian shrugged. “My men make it easy.” “I saw the video. That was you going in first.” Cassian gave him a surprised look. “I’m their captain,” he said. “Their captain!” Vampire exclaimed, and clapped Cassian on the shoulder. “Do you know how rare that is, nowadays? You should come work for me!” The thought curdled what was left of Cassian’s good mood. He covered it by turning back to the bartender and gesturing for a refill. “Seriously, how much do you make? Even with the little UN bonus?” Vampire’s voice grew more enthusiastic. “Can’t be more than twenty thousand US. You know what that man makes?” He pointed at another Russian who was half-slumped over a table nearby. “Double that, for six months.” Cassian gave a snort. “I’m just a soldier.” Vampire leaned over at him, a conspiratorial grin on his features. “We are both soldiers, captain. But I have three apartments, in London and Vienna and Moscow, and a girl for each one. My father died in a mine. My sons go to fucking private school!” Cassian felt the old rage begin to coil in his chest. At home or here, the same pitch, again and again. Why did they all assume the same damn thing? “There’s more to being a soldier than holding a gun,” Cassian said. Vampire drew back at the venom in Cassian’s voice. His eyebrows furrowed. “A bit much for someone who’s using Africa to hide, captain.” Cassian felt his muscles jump, and willed his hand to be still. “I’m here to keep the peace, on my country’s orders.” “I’ve read your dossier. You’re hiding because the cartels know your name and your face,” Vampire spat. “You go home and you’ll be dead in a week.” Cassian laughed. “You saw the video.” He took a drink and thought about smashing the glass into the Russian’s face. “Tell me if I look afraid.” Vampire’s voice turned sly again. “No, you’re no coward. But why, then? Why risk yourself for these blacks, for twenty thousand? They can’t even fight. Trusy. That’s why we’re here, you and me.” He rubbed his hand around a glass of dark liquor. “You want to know the bravest person I ever met?” Cassian asked. Vampire looked at him warily. “When we were at the school, we got a fiber optic in through a back window. We had audio and a view of the main room.” Cassian’s hand gripped his glass, and he stared straight ahead. “The jihadists hadn’t expected so many students. There were a hundred and twenty kids, and they’d only brought thirty sets of zip ties. They wanted to get rid of some, so they said they’d let the Muslim kids go.” The Russian grimaced. “Typical savages.” “None of the kids would leave,” Cassian said. “They didn’t want to abandon their friends.” He turned and looked into Vampire’s face. “The jihadists said that anyone who said the shahada could go, and still they stayed.” Vampire flinched at what he saw in Cassian’s eyes. “So you understand why me and my men would risk our lives.” Cassian said. He looked the Russian up and down again. “Or maybe you don’t.” Vampire’s lip curled in a frozen snarl. “You keep on the path you’re on, guarding that Irish bitch, and you’re going to die in this place.” Cassian smiled. “Someone will.”