#;Ham Tyler

[therapardalis]

[Grown Adults Meme from @fallsekings for Ham Tyler.]

Sitting on a roof after dark. ------------

"I have to say, I'm very impressed!" Thera's accent was enhanced by a bit of extra plum, brought on by her tongue being firmly planted in her cheek, "I thought you were going to strangle him for a minute there."

And for a change she didn't mean Donovan. Granted 'Gooder' had a habit of giving Tyler shit that everybody seemed fine with until Ham gave some back - but this time it had been poor trying-too-hard Willie who had gotten under the skin.

"I mean ... call me crazy ..." Thera climbed the last few steps of the retractable stairs, "but I think Willie's for real. The kinda guy who gets shoved into lockers, but for real." She paused long enough to pull the stairs up behind her, then hefted the bag she'd brought along.

"Snacks and booze. I'm guessing we're gonna be up here for a while?"

[spockvarietyhour]

V: The Series "The Dissident"

[mylove-thresher]

Ohh science class how I love you. I never listen and get to draw. And still get good grades. Except this one fucking time.

[paragonequinox]

re last reblog -

i dont have a grab of my healers apparently, and i do not feel like booting up ffxiv just to get one so im posting my warrior glam thats basically the same thing

[papasmistakeria]

Y’all I’m kinda starving for Hamish content, anyone got any film/series reccommendations with him in it? Preferably where he plays a major character?

I’ve already consumed Midnight Mass, The New Adventures of Old Christine, Tell Me Your Secrets, and Legion and now I Need More

[martianrichter]

Michael Ironside brainrot has returned with a vengeance

[hacpoa-official1]

Chef Tyler, consider this a warning. you can't escape.

[xipe-slayground]

[therapardalis]

fallsekings​:

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                Ham’s racing thoughts were slowly brought back to reality as the throbbing and burning sensation in his arm became more apparent to his conscious mind. He knew an injury such as this could be dangerous in the long run if not taken care of, but he had been trained well as a soldier to ignore such pain in order to keep moving forward and to continue on with their mission, and it had helped him later when he became a mercenary as well.

                He let Thera lead him over to a chair to sit down so she could take a look at his injury, telling himself that she was only trying to help, that the injury needed to be looked at… he always hated being the one people would have to look after… it made him feel weak, especially when they had a job to do.

                “I’ve had worse.” He told her in an attempt to put both of them at ease, which was partly true, but he had never been blasted by a laser before. That was a whole new injury to him, so he supposed that they were about to find out for certain whether or not he had worse before.

                Ham helped ease the jacket off of his shoulders through gritted teeth and then they moved on to the holster. “No,” he responded with a pained grin, knowing she was trying to lighten the mood a little, “I think it would be easier to start with my right side…” He told her since the left arm was the injured one, that way he wouldn’t have to move the arm nearly as much to get the harness the rest of the way off. He moved his right arm towards his chest a little to slide his arm through the belt of the holster, letting Thera help guide him along the way and soon enough it was off and tossed into a nearby chair. Ham stole a glance at his shoulder now that obstacles were out of the way of his vision and all he could see was his blood stained shirt and what looked to be some burnt flesh beneath the cloth. He wondered how deep the wound went.

                “How bad is it? Can you tell?” He asked, knowing that they would probably need to remove his shirt next, but he would wait to see how much was actually stuck to the wound before he would remove it. He didn’t want to make things worse after all.

If he wanted to continue keeping watch, the window was right there. It was probably a wise choice in any case - if the lizards saw him get hit they’d be on the prowl like sharks smelling blood - but in the shorter term the more important factor was keeping Ham sitting still.

At least they were working in tandem when it came to the shoulder holster, Thera’s face screwing up in a mix of repulsion and fortitude as the odour of burned flesh became more apparent.

“Can’t tell just yet ...” Her expression didn’t much change, except to settle in a  frown as she schooled herself to ignore the smell. “Look, your shirt if fucked anyway ... let’s go the same way as with the holster, then I’ll cut it from around the wound.” And hope ... maybe even pray. Thera was absolutely not a medic except for first aid, and she was truly hanging her hopes that this was just an impact wound and a burn rather than having some sort of funky extra alien effect to go with it.

“OK, soldier, let’s do the deed ...” She started on the right again, getting his arm out of the sleeve and taking the fabric’s weight so the left shoulder didn’t accidentally pull, until she could let Ham take it over. “Here, hold this ...”

Scissors would’ve been better, but she made do with a knife, slicing the shirt until it could be drawn away except for the patch immediately around the wound. “Keep that clean, it’ll do for bandages.” All business now, any squeamishness firmly locked away. “Ugh ... OK, there’s a hole in you and burns around it.” A small shake of her head, “Not much I can do with it here, unless we can find an ice-pack to cool the burns ... best bet is to patch it and get us outta here.”

[the-leech-lord]

🖤Ham Tyler Stimboard🖤

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[spockvarietyhour]

Michael Ironside as Ham Tyler in V's "Breakout" (1984)

[sl0wdiver]

do i dare ask how it’s going (i’m at work surprise surprise) (decsrice)

We're playing incredibly well I don't know what is going on or if I'm delusional but Martin Tyler is struggling for words which is an excellent sign

[therapardalis]

Thera didn't want to think about that shirt. First reason was that it was unbelievably tacky, in the way of a joke gift bought on holiday purely for the laughs. And second ... well, second it was a reminder of the people who used to live in this house, and she felt a little hollow digging in under her ribs at what might have happened to them.

'I can hold out', Ham said, and with a long exhale she gave a nod. On first blush it'd sound awful but part of her was relieved it was him and not one of the others. Chris, maybe, if it had to be someone else, but he was the only other who might be holding himself together like this. Except maybe herself, but she had absolutely no inclination of ever needing to find that out.

"Well, at least you're not Gooder," She muttered, checking her pistol and blotting out the shirt for the time being, "he'd be on the 'leave me, save yourself!' train by now." Maybe she was selling Donovan a bit short, he had mellowed on his 'hero' persona for a little more 'thinking it through'. But it made a distraction for Tyler through the lack of proper painkillers.

"Clear behind." She replied, tone turning clipped, calm and efficient; if they were going to make it out of there they needed to be properly on their game.

Mentally, Thera ran back over the route they'd taken to get there, first to where Ham had been shot, and then to the dubious cover of the house - although that second part had been a rush, and she wasn't certain she remembered it exactly.

"Are we gonna head back to our car, or steal somebody else's?" Or maybe find a pay-phone on the way, to let the others know where they were. Chance would be a find thing.

"If we run into any Lizards let me lead." For the moment, much as Ham would hate it, she was the more capable, "You back me up."

[ @fallsekings ]

Ham nodded to Thera to let her know that the two of them were on the same page. He didn't care about the shirt, not really, it was only a T-shirt after all, and there were dozens more out there just like it. Casting one more glance out the window before turning to the task at hand, together they maneuvered his injured shoulder out of the harness, and the t-shirt so that she could get a better look at the injury and how bad it was. It was rather difficult for him to see it and deal with it on his own, so he was grateful for the help. 

He did his best to ignore the smell of his own burning flesh, a smell that he was all too familiar with as a Soldier, and then later a mercenary for hire, but he himself had never quite sustained an injury such as this one before and it was strange to smell it coming from himself.

"I can hold out until we get back to base." He responded when she inquired about the ice pack. As long as it wasn't serious, that's all he needed to know and he could stamp the pain signals down, just for a little while longer. "A very quick patch job and let's get the hell out of here." He agreed.

She was right to not want to be a sitting duck while they knew one of their prey was injured. 

After his shoulder was all patched up, Ham held has gun in his good hand and had his harness draping from his neck, and had even managed to procure a shirt from a dresser in the back room. It was loose and button all the way up the front and full of Hawaiian flowers, but he wouldn't complain... he suspected there would be teasing about that later, but it was better than nothing. "Is it all clear from the back?"

[catrandall]

Ham.

Tyler.

[jessethegoat]

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