#TY HARDIN

[truckman816]

Ty Hardin

[thefrankshow]

No shirt, No Shoes, No Problem

[gatutor]

Ty Hardin-Suzanne Pleshette "Wall of noise" 1963, de Richard Wilson.

[vintage-every-day]

Still of Ty Hardin in 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅, a 1963 Warner Bros. bedroom comedy film directed by Norman Taurog.

[poptartcrush]

Ty Hardin

[vintage-leisure]

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Remarkable home movie from March of 1958.

At a birthday party for actress Jan Shepard, Elvis Presley & Dolores Hart provide the entertainment.

What I can't get over is King sitting next to Ty Hardin.

[pygartheangel]

[hollywoodpastandpresent]

Ty Hardin and Glynis Johns in The Chapman Report

[schlock-luster-video]

On September 6, 2011, Berserk was released on DVD in Canada.

[celebrategayculture]

Ty Hardin

[truckman816]

Ty Hardin

[lycianlynx]

Smiling, Sitri holds a package out. “Season's blessings. I am Lilian, one of the organizers of the gift exchange, and this… is from a winter's envoy to Chad, of the Black Eagles.” The box is a small thing, inornate and unremarkable, blemished only by the artisan's signature etched into the bottom. Upon first glance, one might have been forgiven for thinking that it was nothing special, but the sleek varnish of the wood and the beveled edges belie the piece within. Similarly, when one opens the box, one might find the compass within to be quite like many others, but when one looks a little closer they will see it for the craftwork it is. The bronze is polished to a high shine, with a small cast sundial fixture which can swivel to the compass's face or off to the side at the user's whim. The face is of clean crystal, rather than glass, and there is fine gilt linework marking the directions. The gilt continues in fine specks and lines along the body as well, marking constellations. There is a small note within, which in neat penmanship reads "for a traveler, may you never lose your way.”

Oh — Crap, the envoy exchange. They'd signed up on a whim, wanting something to keep their hands and mind busy for the season; They'd been so pleased with their own selection they'd almost forgotten they're getting something in return. What did they even write on their sign-up form again...?

Chad tries to give a smile in return out of courtesy — Whether it succeeds is a bit hard to say, but they do look a degree less intense. They give a bow of the head, receiving the small parcel carefully, holding it close to themself in case the contents are fragile. It's... Surprisingly heavy for its size. A frission of nervousness worms in, but they leave it for later.

"Season's blessings to you too, Miss Lilian. And thank you for helping organise all of this, truly." He gives her a firm nod, dipping into a bit of a bow after before letting her continue going about her duties.

It's only when they steal away out a window and unto a roof that they dare to examine their gift; They'd had their suspicions at the fact it was wood that met their fingers, smooth and well-cut, but the artisan's signature makes their eyes widen significantly; Slim fingers open the box almost gingerly, only to be met with a quality compass.

It's a damn fine compass. How did they get this kinda thing at a gift exchange?! The polish is so fine they're almost scared to touch it; They can't find any foreign fingerprints on the crystal, either, they realise with a snort, before leaning in closer to simply take in the artisanship.

It's a damn fucking fine compass. Possibly one of the nicest things they own now. Whoever got this has an eye for quality and gorgeous handwriting, and the bag to spend like this for a gift for someone they barely know. If it'd been someone he knows — Hell, if they let anyone know them, they'd've settled for their love of sweets, their hobbies or their embarrassing tendency towards flowers. Right? Surely.

Still, they think as they skim the note again, as they trace the constellations drawn onto the compass. They'd noticed the way stars here seem to shine the same as Elibe. This gift reminds them of that. This gift, despite its distance, has heart.

They exhale, breath fogging into the air in a near-laugh. Fuck, they need to find out who gave them this so they can even begin to repay it.

[gatutor]

Suzanne Pleshette-Ty Hardin "Wall of noise" 1963, de Richard Wilson.

[wildcstdrcams]

“What’s your favourite scary movie? ( hardin & tessa hehe)

"There aren't many scary movies I like... Definitely not enough for me to have a favorite," she admitted to him with a laugh. Whenever she spent time with him, she had a tough time figuring out what he knew versus what little things were still locked away stuck in his subconscious somewhere. Tessa pulled her focus away from the book on her lap, sliding in the bookmark as she closed it. “I’ll watch them as long as I’m not alone and can watch something lighthearted before having to go to bed. I’d much rather read a horror novel since my imagination can save me from actually visualizing all of the creepy parts.” She was all about balance.

[ropermike]

While searching for a killer of Apaches, Bronco is captured and framed by a prospector and his Sioux partner.

[70s80sandbeyond]

Ty Hardin in "Palm Springs Weekend" (1963)