#colonel tigh

[freetheshit-outofyou]

Rest easy Colonel Tigh.

[gone2soon-rip]

TERRY CARTER (1928-Died St George's Day,April 23rd 2024,at 95).American actor and filmmaker, known for his roles as Sgt. Joe Broadhurst on the TV series McCloud and as Colonel Tigh on the original Battlestar Galactica.Earlier in his career,he was a pioneering reporter with WBZ-TV,in Boston,Massachussetts,becoming one of America's first black news anchors-reporters.Terry Carter - Wikipedia

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I have realized that if I’m going to be posting about Battlestar Galactica characters on here I ought to introduce them for the people who have no clue what I’m on about. So here’s a post of the main characters in the 1978 Battlestar Galactica TV show and a summary of the plot:

So the plot is this: the Cylons, a race of sentient machines, with the help of a human traitor, attack the 12 colonies of humans during an alleged “peace ceremony” where the two races were supposed to unite. They manage to destroy all but one of the human Battlestars and bomb all the human cities on the colony worlds (the colonies are all named after the astrology signs btw, most of the main characters are Capricans, because the Galactica was assigned to protect Caprica). The survivors of this devastating attack then gather every space-worthy ship they can find and fall under the protection of the last Battlestar, Galactica. Where is the Galactica going, you ask? Why to the 13th colony, to Earth, of course! Earth, in their culture, is a legendary planet, the “lost tribe”. The Galacticans are headed for it, hoping to find a home and peace from the cylons.

Now, on to the characters!

First off we have Captain Apollo. He is a fighter pilot and the leader of Blue Squadron- one of the squadrons of colonial viper ships that defend the Galactica from attacks. He’s the son of Commander Adama and the adoptive father of Boxy. He’s usually pretty levelheaded, but not immune to occasional moments of foolishness (like flying into a void he didn’t know he could get out of). He’s thoughtful and empathetic and cares about other people very quickly.

And then there’s lieutenant Starbuck. Apollo’s best friend and fellow pilot in Blue Squadron. Starbuck is the same kind of character as Han Solo from Star Wars: he acts like a heartthrob and pretends he doesn’t care and treats things flippantly until it really counts. The man’s got a heart of gold and is very dedicated to his friends even at the risk of his own life. He’s also a ridiculous goofball who tries to make light of everything.

Commander Adama. He is the commander of the Galactica and leader of the fleet. He is also on the Council of Twelve, made up of elders from the 12 colonies (or in this case, the rag-tag fleet following the Galactica) who are responsible for making decisions for the betterment of what’s left of their people. He is the father of Apollo and Athena. He can be very stern and commanding, but also kind when the situation calls for it. He has EXTREMELY good intuition about when the cylons will attack, and is the reason that the Galactica was the only Battlestar to survive the initial attacks.

Athena is Adama’s daughter and Apollo’s sister. She can be found serving on the bridge of the Galactica or as a pilot. She can be very shrewd and clever and is not to be underestimated. She is initially a love interest for Starbuck, which I had actually forgotten. xD When all but two of the fleet’s fighter pilots fall ill, she and other newly-trained shuttle pilots learn to fly the colonial vipers to protect the fleet, so she’s very capable.

Colonel Tigh is second-in-command of the Galactica. He comes across as very serious and an enforcer of protocol, but he also occasionally helps people get away with shenanigans of some kind. Basically, the man is surprisingly on board with most crazy schemes despite how on the surface he seems to be a rule follower. Adama trusts him implicitly and it’s implied they’ve worked together and been friends a long time.

Boomer is another pilot in Blue Squadron and a friend of Starbuck and Apollo. He’s a very capable fighter, and often ends up on special missions. He’s fully capable with keeping up with Apollo and Starbuck’s shenanigans, but he’ll probably complain about them.

Cassiopeia is one of the civilians from Galactica’s fleet. She is sassy and clever  and ends up working as a nurse on board Galactica. She’s another love interest for Starbuck too. xD She can be a little bit scary sometimes when she’s angry but she can also be very soft-spoken and kind.

And the baby boy, Boxy! Boxy is Apollo’s adopted son- Apollo married his mother a few months after the Galactica set off for Earth... and then his mom got shot by a cylon a day later. So Apollo’s his single dad now, though the pilots of Blue Squadron, Cassiopeia, and Adama are all also kind of helping raise him. xD Boxy’s a sweet kid, he’s smart and sensitive; he got very depressed when the cylons destroyed his home and his dog Muffet was killed. So to help, Apollo got some of the engineers/scientists on Galactica to make a robot dog for Boxy- Muffet 2. Muffet follows Boxy almost everywhere and the two are very attached.

Aaaand this is Baltar. He betrayed the humans to the cylons and is, for most of the series, working for the cylons to try and capture the Galactica. He’s crafty, and manipulative, but very arrogant and proud, and you know what they say about pride coming before a fall...

Of course this post would not be complete without the ship herself. The Galactica is a massive Battlestar ship, designed to protect the planets of the 12 Colonies against attacks from cylons. Originally, there were at least five of these ships, but after the cylons offered a fake peace treaty the rest of the Battlestars were unprepared for an attack. Adama was the only one who kept his guard up and thus the Galactica survived the vicious attack.

This is the best picture I can find of the Galactica’s rag-tag fugitive fleet, but there’s a lot more ships than this. Forced to flee their homeworlds, these beat up old ships hold the only survivors of the 12 colonies. Without the Galactica’s protection, they would stand no chance against the cylons.

The cylons themselves are a race of machines that outlived their original, organic, creators. They can live on far longer than humans by virtue of being able to replace failing parts of their bodies. Their goal is the eradication of the entire human race.

Alright, so there you have it! An introduction to Battlestar Galactica (1978)!

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RIP Terry Carter

Quelle: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0141956/mediaviewer/rm3515324928/?ref_=nm_ov_ph War mir hauptsächlich bekannt und geschätzt aus der Serie “Kampfstern Galactica” aus 1978, wo er Colonel Tigh gespielt hat. Hat aber auch zum Beispiel in zwei Folgen von “Ein Colt für alle Fälle” mitgespielt. 😉 Weiterführende…

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My BSG rewrite is returning

Good news to any who care :) Or are just interested in Battlestar Galactica content in general. Now, a few years ago, I made a post telling everyone interested about my own version of Battlestar Galactica I've been working on for ages. I decided to reluctantly abandon it because I felt it wasn't working. But I kept the notes and then began a massive blitzkrieg as it were to rebuild it from scratch.

The first was of course, what am I doing?

Well, it required a few re-watches of both the classic and the re-imagined series. Then it was expanding in my head who the characters were and what I am doing. Then developing the world in general, the story before, the story during, the story after. Then came the locations, the technologies, the cultures and the main characters. And my notes expanded. I realised I didn't want to do an analog to the real world, given recent events, so I decided to find a different direction. This is a story based on Glen A. Larson, Richard D. Moore and David Eick's own works but finding a new way to tell it. Some of the beats are the same as the re-imagined series (heck, two-thirds of the ships in the fleet along with Viper Mark II's, Raptors and Shuttles are of the RDM versions while my Galactica is a close resemblance externally but internally, well, I had to change it), but the story has its own direction to follow. As to the characters, well, I think Tigh, Apollo, Starbuck and Number Six (Baltar's gets a real name) will resemble them somewhat in terms of some backstory but they are off in another direction entirely.

The main cast and supporting are split even: Main: Commander Adama The new President Apollo Starbuck Baltar Number Six Shadow -- new character

Supporting: Colonel Tigh The female deck chief Boomer The President's assistant The non-comm comm officer The Tactical Officer Serina

Yes, Serina and Boxey are coming back. And Serina is a supporting character throughout Season 1 with an arc that is almost simultaneous to Apollo which will culminate in tragedy on a certain world. She'll be introduced as a young up-coming reporter and single mother in the Pilot. In Episode 4, she decides to sign up for the Colonial Fleet as they are in need of ECOs as well as pilots which as she studying electronic signals in University as a minor to her journalism degree. In Episode 10, almost a month later, she's Boomer's replacement ECO.

Another surprise return was the Imperious Leader. I felt that the Humanoid Cylons bickering amongst each other in the re-imagined, while sometimes amusing, didn't have any sign of being a resemblance of leadership. So returns the original ruler of the Cylons, a mysterious robotic entity who's form we insinuate resembles the original form but will not see for quite some time. He'll only appear in the pilot twice and then at the conclusion of Season 1 Episode 13 "Kobol, Part II" but really we have his shadow looming and his voice as he speaks to the Number Six character before the attacks in the Pilot and at the end of E13 and the Number Five character at the end of the Pilot. "Speak, Number Six," indeed. Also, "By Your Command" is to be a common feature spoken by any of the Humanoid Cylon Models when in the presence of their leader.

Also, Boomer and Tigh are back to their original interpretations by Herb Jefferson, Jr., and Terry Carter since it fits to me in some form. This Boomer is also not a Cylon (nor is Tigh as the Final Five don't exist) and he is engaged in an indiscreet relationship with the female deck chief that causes issues until Season 1 Episode 6 "Inquiry" when they both suspect the other of being a Cylon. Though (spoiler) they aren't, the real Cylon agent on Galactica that causes messes will be revealed in a special I plan for in the future between seasons. In reality, only one Cylon is a main cast member: Number Six.

This Number Six character is intriguing. The one who manipulates and falls in love with Baltar, her name is Natasha, is a smart seductive woman but also displays emotions of regret as her time on Caprica clouds her somewhat. She'll only appear in the first third of the Pilot, seemingly dying trying to make sure Baltar will survive, and then at the conclusion of "Kobol, Part II" before appearing onward in Season 2 and beyond. But the main Six is who I dub "Illusion-Natasha". Think she's the angelic temperamental jealous creature we know and love/loath in RDM's BSG played by the wonderful Tricia Helfer, well, it's a bit more complicated. In Season 1 after she first appears seemingly out of nowhere, she'll help Baltar in creating the Cylon Detection Device (which will not end up disappearing like it did in the Re-imagined Series) and then in pointing out directly where to strike in my own version of the fuel ore asteroid in Episode 10 "The Flying Colours" and pushing him to become Vice President in Episode 11 "The Other Battlefield" but we get hints she is not what she seems, particularly in "Kobol, Part II" where she makes him hallucinate that human sacrifice occurred on Kobol, thus why it was abandoned two millennia ago (not true, it was for another reason). In Season 2, after Baltar is led to believe he has been pushed the side, turns him into an arrogant piece of trash willing to murder to take credit for things or cover up things and somehow not get detected whilst ignoring the right way of doing things, thus leading to my own New Caprica arc and how he ends up briefly with the Cylons when some of the Models will (spoiler) overthrow the Imperious Leader (which will cost them everything). This "Illusion-Natasha" will be responsible for this. She isn't an angel but more like Count Iblis. Heck, I look forward to, when I get round to it, doing that Season 4 episode where, thanks to some potent exotic plants, allows Natasha and Shadow (who is involved in Baltar's arc a couple of times in S1 and S2 whilst going on his own journey) to see what "Illusion-Natasha" really is: a demon manipulating a human down the path to bloodshed. The price to settle New Caprica is blood, both human and Cylon.

"Human, Cylon, we're all just pawns in a game played by higher beings." -- Shadow (Season 4)

Another thing that'll change and be somewhat toned down is the religious and higher powers thing, particularly with the strange direction RDM took it (and was mocked by George R.R. Martin for). But in amongst this are some changes. Adama in this series I see more as a spiritualist character and someone who believes in a higher power but doesn't conform to any organised religion, most of the other characters either reject it entirely or pay lip-service as you do, the President goes from lip-service to full spiritualist at her journey's arc as she ends up becoming an Oracle of sorts. No, not by drugs for cancer treatment, though she has a heart condition that requires certain medications that will run out by Season 4 and the one alternative she tries in Season 1 and early Season 2 actually triggers her first set of visions whilst sparing her from the withdrawals of a dangerous exotic plant thought extinct for a reason -- it caused some soldiers to massacre a village without remorse or morals about sixty years before the series begins (about a decade before the Colonies finally unified into a single entity) -- used by a Cylon agent to make her and Adama aggressive and almost tear the fleet apart. Her visions continue through the series without outside help long afterwards. Her assistant (a sort-of Billy character that survives and has a steady relationship with the sort-of Dualla character to the point of marriage and kids) will follow her along the path. Starbuck herself remains the quiet believer praying to the Olympian deities in private whilst being the smarty-pants and tough-as-nails pilot she is. Shadow, the new character, is an open devotee of a single deity. As to the Cylons, Natasha is effectively the only Six to really believe while the sort-of Leoben Models (one who gets interrogated and induced with truth-telling plants provided by Shadow since he's doing the questioning and not Starbuck -- she had her episodes in Season 1) remain the crazy devotees we know and loath. Not to worry, Baltar doesn't get a harem in this or becomes some messianic figure. Kudos to James Callis in his role but...it didn't suit Baltar.

Other things nailed down is the timeline to avoid too many retcons, character ages, Pilot Rosters (for Galactica, Pegasus and the third Battlestar survivor) and the Ships of the Fleet with their names, type, captains and complement. I hate when dialogue doesn't match props or special effects so I nailed them down immediately. Heck, if this was ever made, I would probably make sure the background material matches what needs to be seen on-screen. It needs to be tight, it needs to make sense, and no retconning is necessary (unless I want to change something on a whim).

The fleet itself will consist of ONLY 64 ships - of which 42 of them are known designs (and have been named) while the remaining 22 are my own designs. One thing I eliminated from the pilot is that for a trinary star system that the Twelve Colonies inhabit, the only sublight-only ships are really Vipers, orbital shipyard modules and space stations. Every other ship has Faster-than-light drives. It's essential to all space flight for the Colonies so it makes sense (something tells me this plot was dropped in RDM Season 1 considering the large number of sublight ships conveniently turn up in Galactica's fleet all fitted with FTL drives -- the most notable being the Botanical Cruiser, the so-called Bulbous Ship and the Alligator-headed Ship). It is only lamented by the President and Apollo that out of the 10,000+ registered civilian vessels across all Twelve Colonies, they could only find 63 civilian ships. (Spoiler) Pegasus itself will find 5 ships which they then scrap for parts and bring the 400 civilians aboard their Battlestar and, due to it being a time of war, conscript those between 17 and 64 into service with minimal objection (there are a few kids but luckily some of the elderly agree to watch over them) while the third Battlestar, Hyperion, will gather over 30 more. The tales of Pegasus and Hyperion will be interesting ones to write and tell.

Anyways, if I haven't bored you to death and left you intrigued by this, I shall endeavour to start posting (either here or elsewhere and I'll post a link to it). In between my other projects, this is one of the most complicated ones so that's why I take long breaks in between updates. So don't hold out for consistent timelines because it is taking time. I'm one man with a job, obligations, no real private life, inconsistent time managing to see friends and family and alot going on in my skull.

But I'll do my best.

Stay tuned.

[goobshark]

I've been watching battlestar galactica for the first time and I am going insane bc no one I know irl has seen it I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT

[byyourcommand]

The whole sequence of Roslin interrogating Baltar when he is thrown in the brig after being captured on the algae planet is just oh so good. Great acting all around.

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Musings and Deep Thoughts On Star Trek: Picard, Season One

I finally broke down and got Paramount+ – just in time to see the news that Paramount+ as a streaming service is apparently ailing but that’s a whole different wordpress blog, isn’t it? I held off on viewing Picard for a couple of reasons. I really hate the idea of paying for Star Trek. I dislike needing to have multiple streaming services just to have complete tv shows. It drives me wild that…

[talaok]

Acting Normal

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: Javi’s been thinking about that night every minute of every day, while you're acting like it never even happened, and if he doesn't do something about it, he's gonna lose his mind.

warnings: smut| fingering, protected p in v sex, dirty talk, javi being a simp, sex in the workplace, (it's not public but there's a possibility of getting caught)

a/n: I already know what to write for part 3, this couple is my new obsession lol

This is a part 2 to this story, but it can be read alone

Javi

This was really important stuff

He was really supposed to be listening

He was paid to listen to it,

that's what he kept repeating himself,

and yet- yet if someone asked him to repeat whatever Carillo was saying, he couldn't have spit out one singular word.

But it wasn't his fault, not really.

You must have been doing it on purpose, there was no way you were doing all that just accidentally.

Your lips were wrapped around the lollipop in a way that left nothing to the imagination- he could feel those lips on him, he knew how soft and sweet they were from kissing them, but around him... oh they would feel even sweeter, he was sure-

"If you're not gonna listen to me then why am I even here?"

It took Javier much too long to realize what Carillo had said

"I'm listening" he stated with enough confidence to fool anyone- except he was talking to one of the few people that could see right through his bullshit.

"I'm surprised you haven't done it yet" the Colonel shook his head, blowing out a cloud of smoke "I thought she would have given in by now"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Carillo couldn't help but laugh.

"You've been obsessed with her since she first arrived"

Javier hadn't even noticed that his gaze was back on you... or that his colleague had spoken again.

"yeah," Carillo chuckled, patting Javi's back "I'll just talk to Murphy"

And that was that, Carillo was gone, and Peña was left at a desk at the corner of the room, staring at you with the intensity with which a lion watches a gazelle.

He didn't know what the fuck to do.

To be completely honest with himself, he'd made a fucking mess.

He'd always been attracted to you, I mean there's not much of you that any man could find not hot, and sure, he'd spent about a year flirting with you as you rolled your eyes at him... but that's just how he was- he never thought it'd ever actually happen- and now...

Now he was fucked

You seemed so incredibly normal around him, like that night a week ago had been just a perfect dream, while him- fuck he couldn't even look at you without picturing how perfect you looked from between your tighs.

He'd thought he could manage to just do it that one time, to get it out of his system... what a stupid fucking bastard- he'd only made everything ten times worse.

And the worst part was that you didn't seem affected by it, not even a little bit- like now, there you were, looking all concentrated and everything, your brows furrowed, your bare legs crossed, one of them swinging ever so often, and your lips... your lips wrapped around the candy were an image sent straight from heaven.

Fuck- he was half fucking hard just by looking at you.

He needed to do something- now- or he was gonna go fucking crazy.

__ __ __

"can I have a talk with you for a moment?"

He was leaning over your desk, not doing a great job of masking his desire.

You, on the other hand, hadn't even looked up from the paper before you.

"what's up?"

what's up?

He'd made you squirt on your boss' desk for fuck's sake, and you tell him what's up??

"Just something I think you could help me out with, in the evidence room"

"now?" you winced, finally looking at him

"Yeah now"

__ __ __

"so what is it? did they misplace a file again-"

"How are you acting so normal?"

A gasp fled your mouth as you turned around and found him but an inch from you

"Jesus" you breathed "what are you talking about?"

"and who even eats lollipops past the age of five?"

He took a step closer and you took a step back, only for your back to hit the wall.

He'd cornered you.

"what is going on with you?" you hissed, only for him to take another slow step, and place his hand on the wall, right next to your head

"you, that's what's going on with me" his breath was fanning over your mouth, images of last week's night flashing both your minds "I've had the best sex of my life with you, and you're acting like it was just another Tuesday night"

"I-"

"I can still taste you on my tongue, I can still feel you around me, and you look at me like I'm nothing more than a fucking colleague y/n"

"Javier-"

"And then" he chuckled darkly, interrupting you once again "and then you have the nerve to suck on a fucking lollipop right in front me-"

A soft laugh couldn't help but bubble up your throat at that.

"Did that seriously... turn you on?"

"So what if it did?" he purred, his left hand finding your waist and forcing you off the wall and flush against him, against the blatant proof of his arousal.

You gasped, your hands clutching the shirt covering his chest.

"you're worse than a hormonal teenager"

His eyes sparked with malice as he bent down, his mouth skimming your mouth and cheeks, leaving shivers in his passage, until he pressed his lips right below your ear.

"A hormonal teen that made you squirt for the first time in your life"

"Javier-" your voice had already reduced to a thread of a whimper.

Fuck him and his irresistible sex appeal.

He was right, no one had ever made you feel as good as he had, and as much as he thought you weren't affected by that knowledge, he'd be shocked to find out how difficult it proved not to squirm every time he merely looked at you.

Yes, of course you were constantly thinking about that night too.

"Tell me you don't think about it"

He was like a mind reader

You stayed silent, conscious that any response you could give would inevitably give you away.

"That's what I thought" A snicker rumbled from his chest, his hand moving from your waist to slide underneath the hem of your skirt.

You hummed, your brain only half functioning as he continued to trail hot wet kisses down your throat.

"W-what are you doing?" you tried to speak normally without success.

"what does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, his hand now fully cupping your clothed core, making you whine "What I've been thinking of doing for a whole damn week- so I don't lose my mind"

Two of his fingers were circling the wet spot on your panties when a phone rang from the other room, making your eyes snap open.

What the fuck were you doing?

You were at work- anyone could come in at any moment.

"Javier wait," you said, finally getting your voice back to normal.

"what is it, sweetheart?" from the way his eyes were still a thousand shades darker and blatantly staring at your mouth you could have guessed the danger of being caught didn't trouble him one bit.

"We can't"

He groaned frustratedly then, his head falling between your neck and shoulder

"why not sweetheart?"

"are you serious?" a quick laugh bubbled up your throat "we're at work"

"so?"

"so?" you parroted, only your voice was heightening with exasperation "so anyone could catch us at any given moment"

A soft smirk pulled at his lips, the hand that was still on your wall going to your waist to get you flush against him

"Are you ashamed of me sweetheart?" he teased

"Well, to be completely honest having sex with the biggest slut in Columbia isn't exactly my highest moment"

He feigned a gasp, his hot breath fanning over your own parted mouth

"Me? A slut?"

"yeah, you" You couldn't fight the smile pulling at your lips.

There he was, doing it again- making all your common sense fly out the window with his godforsaken charm.

"c'mon baby, I'll be quick"

And although you didn't want to, you could see yourself starting to consider his proposal.

"that's supposed to convince me?" you arched a brow, an amused smile pulling at your lips

"What, you think I can't make you come quickly?" he purred, his hand going to your ass in a swift move to grab at it.

You bit down a whine "Well I don't know"

"tell me you don't want it" he teased, the fingers on your core starting a torturous path up and down your still-clothed, but unbelievably drenched, slit "That you don't want this"

His fingers had trespassed your panties and had now found your raw skin, making you gasp

"anyone could come in us, including Messina" you added breathlessly

"I locked the door" he promised, his forehead on yours as his ring and middle finger gently found their way inside of you.

"a-and what if someone needs to get in?" you tried your best not to moan, but the way he curled his fingers made it so very fucking difficult

"then we'll tell them to fuck off" he murmured, his mouth now touching yours, but still not kissing you.

"If we get caught I'm gonna kill you, we clear?"

"yes ma'am" he smirked, his breath mixing with yours

"now- may I kiss you, baby?"

You rolled your eyes before answering "Yes, you may"

And just like that, he was devouring you, his lips crashing with yours and his tongue sliding into your mouth to explore every inch of it, gaining dominance on your own in a matter of seconds.

"fuck I missed this" he groaned, his fingers suddenly speeding up and robbing you of all ability to tease him about his words "these fucking lips are gonna be the death of me"

Your mouth was open as you desperately tried to get oxygen to your lungs, but he didn't care, he took your bottom lip into his mouth and started sucking, his fingers fastening their pace as the filthy sound of your wetness bounced off the walls of the room.

"tell me you thought about it too" he growled, his palm making contact with your clit and forcing you to gasp as your hips started grinding onto it, onto his hand, sparks of pleasure staining your vision. "tell me I'm not the only crazy one baby"

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as you felt yourself grow closer to a release.

"shit- you look so fucking hot when you're about to come"

"I-" your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could feel the heat of his stare on you, the way his eyes never left you, not even as he kissed your neck, the soft stubble of his mustache tickling your skin "I've thought about it too javi"

The satisfied groan he let out told you just about everything you needed to know.

"When?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his fingers relentless

"A-always" you whimpered, "e-everytime I look at you"

shit- maybe you shouldn't have said that

"yeah?" a wolfish grin tugged at his lips "You think about me? about my cock? my fingers? my tongue?"

You mewled at his words, at the memory they brought with them, at how fucking good he was making you feel-

"J-Javi please"

"what?" he breathed, his mouth on yours again, your hips grinding shamelessly onto his hand "You're gonna come baby, 's that it?"

"y-yeah- fuck- I-"

he knew the signs by now, he knew those desperate breathless sounds you made just as you reached your peak- and god did he fucking love them

"come for me- come baby" he murmured, his lips crushing with yours to stifle your moans just as your walls spasmed around his digits- wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

Oh how he loved seeing the strong fiery woman he saw every day come apart beneath him, all your walls crumbling down 'till there was just pure lust and pleasure beneath your eyes, 'till your body went limp and clung to him for support.

"fuck" you breathed your eyes finally opening again, only to find that his had never left yours. "I-" you gulped, but his lips were on yours again, his hands holding your face on each side, his fingers now out of you.

"w-we should get back," you said, mostly trying to remind yourself, of where you really were, of what you were really doing... but it was all so difficult when he was looking at you like that- when you could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans- the same one that had felt so fucking good inside of you.

"we should" he agreed, although a twisted grin played on his lips.

he was already kissing you again, exploring you again, and in no time you found yourself caged between him and a shelf filled with boxes of evidence, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Damn him

"People are gonna start wondering where we are"

"we're here... looking at evidence," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his hips grinding onto you, his mouth on the corner of your lips.

"fuck- fine," you murmured, the need for him stronger than anything at this point, even than the fear of getting fired.

He didn't waste a second- his dick was out in a heartbeat, and your panties were pulled to the side before you had even time to breathe.

His tip, his red, glistening tip found your entrance, making you gasp.

"c-condom" you suddenly remembered, your voice so feeble it was almost inaudible "Please tell me you've got a condom"

"fuck- you're right" he muttered, frustration tracing his tone "I should have one in my wallet"

Of course he had one in his wallet

His left hand reached into his back pocket, finding his wallet and taking the condom out of it as quickly as he could, throwing the wallet somewhere to the side.

You were supporting yourself all on your own as he rolled the condom onto his dick, which might sound easy... but seeing the state of your leg it really was a miracle.

It was all so fast, he seemed desperate as he guided his tip to your entrance, as he gripped your waist and kissed your lips while entering you.

He was so fucking big, definitely the biggest one you'd ever encountered, and not only that... but he fucking knew how to use it too.

It was impossible not to moan, and for him, it was impossible not to groan- let's just say the possibility of getting caught wasn't first on the list of things in your mind at the moment.

"fuckfuckfuck" you whimpered, letting out a soft cry when he finally bottomed out

"Jesus Christ you feel fucking perfect" he growled, his eyes on yours, his hands gripping your waist as he tried his best to give you a moment to adjust and not start to fuck you like an animal right away.

"J-Javi"

And that, that little plead in your voice was all he needed to hear.

There was no way the sound of your skin slapping with his couldn't be heard from outside.

He felt so fucking good- criminally so.

"oh my g-" you had to bite down on something, and the little sliver of skin his shirt didn't cover right where his shoulder met his neck seemed much too perfect for your need.

He groaned, the bastard fucking groaned in pleasure as your teeth sank down into his skin, and you swore to god you could have come from that sound alone.

Your hands were laced between his neck, fingers taking hold of whatever hair you could grab, as he thrust up into you like a man starved, and you did all you could to meet his movements with the same urgency.

It had only been a week, and yet it felt like it'd been an eternity- a torturous, awful eternity of daying yourself of this.

"been thinking about this every fucking minute this week" his voice was breathy, hoarse, as he whispered to your ear "about this perfect fucking pussy of yours- about your mouth, about how- Fuck me-" his own growl interrupted him, your walls were squeezing him much too fucking tight "how good you taste, how hot you look when I'm eating you out- about this fucking perfect body of yours" he purred "Jesus christ you make me lose my mind"

You couldn't help but moan, moan at his words, at his pace, at the way his touch sent sparks flying in your belly- it was all too much.

"You've gotta be quiet baby" he murmured as you raised your head to look at him, to beg him for something- anything.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he breathed, his lips skimming yours "I know issa lot"

And to think you couldn't even stand him seven days ago... look at you now- looking into his eyes pleadingly as he fucked you in the evidence room.

"Javi" you could only breathe as his mouth crashed with yours once again, "I'm gonna-"

"I know"

Of course he knew

And just like that, you were over the edge, his tongue in your mouth muffling your cries as his thrust got more erratic, and somehow even more powerful.

Once again, he'd given you the best orgasm of your life.

He tried to hold off to let you ride it out, but fuck him it was proving to be real fucking difficult.

And then you opened your eyes- your beautiful, dreamy, eyes that he'd been dreaming of for days and there was no point in fighting it anymore-

"F-fuck y/n- fuck-"

There was a loud thud somewhere behind you, but neither of you cared enough to look, or god forbid stop- there was only you, you, and the spectacular groan Javier fed you into a kiss as he finally reached his climax.

There was only the sound of your breathing, both your heavy breathings as you looked at each other- and then you smiled, and he couldn't help but do the same.

And then all of the sudden the sounds from the office started flowing into the room again.

Oh right

"we really have to get back"

"yeah" he halfheartedly agreed, slowly setting you back on your feet, only in doing so, something caught your eye.

"fuck"

There were files on the floor- there were files on the floor because you'd knocked down some of the boxes of evidence- and you hadn't even noticed.

Javier followed your line of sight, but while panic was setting in your heart, he began to smile

"don't laugh!" you hissed, "what the fuck do we do? How do we explain this?"

"we don't" he simply shrugged, closing his zipper back up as you quickly tried to make yourself presentable.

"What?"

"we were never here- now, get back out there"

"I-"

"trust me" he said, retrieving his wallet from the floor.

And for some fucking reason, you did- you trusted him.

"I hate you so much" you muttered, finally exiting the room.

Tg:@fallout-girl219

[kwebtv]

Terry Carter (born John Everett DeCoste; December 16, 1928 – April 23, 2024) Actor and filmmaker, known for his roles as Sgt. Joe Broadhurst on the TV series McCloud and as Colonel Tigh on the original Battlestar Galactica.

Carter acted in numerous television series, specials, and theatrical films. Carter was a regular cast member of The Phil Silvers Show (popularly known as Sergeant Bilko), appearing as Pvt. Sugie Sugarman in 91 episodes between 1955 and '59. Carter played boxer Rosie Palmer in a 1964 episode of the ABC drama Breaking Point. In 1965 he was the only black actor to have a role in the World War II drama Combat! in the season three episode "The Long Wait". He is best known internationally for his co-starring role as Colonel Tigh in the popular science-fiction TV series Battlestar Galactica. He was originally cast as Lieutenant Boomer, but was cut following a roller skating accident that fractured his ankle. After replacing Carter with Herb Jefferson, Jr., producer Glen A. Larson instead offered Terry Carter the role of Colonel Tigh, second in command of the ragtag fleet of starships, giving the series the distinction for the time of having more than one regular African-American character in the principal cast. Carter also starred as Dennis Weaver's partner, Sergeant Joe Broadhurst in the detective series McCloud for seven years.

In 1975, Carter started a small Los Angeles corporation, Meta/4 Productions, Inc. for which he produced and directed industrial and educational presentations on film and videotape for the federal government. Carter was president of Council for Positive Images, Inc., a non-profit organization he formed in 1979, dedicated to enhancing intercultural and interethnic understanding through audiovisual communication. Under the council's auspices, Carter produced and directed award-winning dramatic and documentary programs for presentation on PBS and distribution worldwide. (Wikipedia)

[femaleviperpilots]

Lieutenant Athena Part 3

There were several unfilmed episodes in season one, most following the episode Lost Planet of the Gods. In many of these unaired episodes Athena continued to be a Viper pilot and warrior and not a bridge officer. However, that did not happen and Athena's role grew smaller.

With the proposal for the second season of Battlestar Galactica, Athena's role was intended to increase, but actress Maren Jensen was leaving the show. In the proposed first episode, The Return of the Pegasus, the Galactica is attacked by a large Cylon force hitting the bridge much like the episode Fire in Space. Athena is severely wounded especially in her face forcing her to have facial reconstruction allowing them to recast the character with a new actress. After her injuries, she would become a tougher, edger character. In this season Colonel Tigh would leave and Athena would take on more of his duties.

[caitylove]

Trick or Treaaaaaat 🎃

OHHH Thank you! I am not sure if this sneak peek is a trick or a treat, but enjoy!

She glanced over at Colonel Tigh and felt relieved that the man’s face appeared hard, angered.  “Kill me now, Madam President,” Tigh muttered, soft enough that only she and Ellen could hear. Ellen in return, elbowed him in the side and hissed, “Behave.”  Gods bless the day Ellen Tigh had a reasonable point.

Gods I LOVE writing the Tighs lol.

[lboogie1906]

Terry Carter (John Everett DeCoste; December 16, 1928 - April 23, 2024) was an actor and filmmaker, known for his roles as Sgt. Joe Broadhurst on McCloud and as Colonel Tigh on the original Battlestar Galactica.

He was born in Brooklyn. His mother, Mercedes, was a native of the Dominican Republic, and his father, William DeCoste, was of Argentinian and African American descent and operated a radio repair business. He attended Hunter College, Boston University, and UCLA before earning a BS from Northeastern University. He left St. John’s University School of Law after two years to become an actor.

He gained theatre experience in several productions on the Broadway and off-Broadway stage. His Broadway credits include playing the male lead in the play Mrs. Patterson and performing the title role in the musical extravaganza Kwamina.

He worked as a weekend newscaster for WBZ-TV in Boston, where he became an anchor-reporter. He served as New England television’s first African American opening-night movie and theater critic.

He acted in numerous TV series, specials, and theatrical films. He was a regular cast member of The Phil Silvers Show. He played boxer Rosie Palmer in Breaking Point. He was the only African American actor to have a role in Combat! He played the part of Police Officer Tuttle in Benji. He played opposite Pam Grier in Foxy Brown. He played the role of CIA chief “Texas Slim” in Hamilton. More recently, he had a recurring role in Hotel Caesar, as Solomon Tefari.

In 1975, he started a small Los Angeles corporation, Meta/4 Productions, Inc. for which he produced and directed industrial and educational presentations on film and videotape for the federal government. He is president of the Council for Positive Images, Inc., a non-profit organization he formed in 1979, dedicated to enhancing intercultural and interethnic understanding through audiovisual communication. Under the council’s auspices, he has produced and directed award-winning dramatic and documentary programs for presentation on PBS and distribution worldwide. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[beej-honnecticutt]

My M*A*S*H 8x19 ( Morale Victory ) fav moments:

I really like this episode, although it’s not one of my favorite ones. It has everything: a silly A-plot, and a serious B-plot, with a very sweet ending, so let’s get to it.

After watching the same movie WAY too many times, BJ and Hawkeye riot and start demanding new activities, sick with the same old, same old.

( here’s them being little shits by playing the love interests in the film live — Beej, of course, being the lady, and Hawkeye the gentleman )

I love that it took them but a glance at each other to commence the shenanigans :)

Colonel Potter gets mad and declares them the new “Morale Officers.” Everyone is now complaining at them for the camp’s lack of activities, and Hawkeye ( as always, flying by the seat of his pants ) promises them an unforgettable dinner party. One he, of course, had nothing planned for. And BJ gets dragged into this “plan”

BJ IS JUST RUNNING WITH IT BUT INSIDE HE’S CONTEMPLATING EVERY DECISION HE EVER MADE THAT GOT HIM TO THIS PLACE.

They come up with the idea to have a “beach party,” and send Klinger for some crabs to the beach… apparently, it works!

I LOVE ME SOME HAPPY MIDDLE-AGED DOCTORS😭🥹

Then, the B-plot, is a pianist Charles operated on that is ( logically ) depressed because he won’t ever play the piano again, even though Charles did his best with him.

He feels guilty because the gift this man has will be lost forever, and he even goes to Father Mulcahy for advice! He tells him to not allow him to give up

Charles talks to him, it’s so obvious how much he cares for this guy.

He’s so proud when he finally gets him to acknowledge that even though he might not play concert piano again, his gift is still intact, and he can still change the world with it. Honestly, his speech is quite inspirational, and one of the best Charles-moments in my opinion.

Of course, he had to sacrifice the crab-party so he could talk to this guy, so BJ and Hawk go find him afterwards.

I loved the last scene. It shows that even though they don’t agree on much, and they love antagonising each other, they still care for the others.

They want to make Charles company, make him feel included, and even though Charles didn’t really care much for the party, you can notice how much he appreciates that they care for him enough to leave it themselves. That they noticed his absence and wanted to check what and how he was doing.

It’s the little things like this, the details, that make this unit such a warm tigh-knit family.

[kit-middleton]

I just watched Teen Wolf 3.08 and I loved the way it used the unreliable narrator trope.

My random thoughts:

The casting for babyDerek and babyPeter doesn’t work. I couldn’t remember why I already loved Paige, then realized she played Ian Tracey’s daughter on Supernatural. Small world.

I loved babyDerek having the same (reasonable) reaction any adult watching this show has had: someone should really call security or report this older teen/young man who keeps hanging around the high school looking sketchy as hell in his leather jacket.

Oh good, Gerard has a Lucille.

Love how we’re pretending the adults are way younger by having the actors shave. That appears to be the only change made to their appearance.

I was puzzled by Peter using the exact line Stiles used on Lydia the previous season, then remembered he was in her head at the time, so: well done writers! (Or maybe it was a slogan from a Reese’s ad? I dunno.)

I barely had time to mentally respond to Stiles’ “how do you know that?” by “ew, he was watching the children have sex” before it cut to… babyPeter watching the children make out. He’s such a perv.

What was Peter’s plan, exactly? Maybe I’m too used to him only doing things that benefit him in some way to imagine there was ever a time when he was different, but… suggesting Derek get some rando, violent werewolf non-consensually turn his girlfriend? That seems like a no-win situation. (Maybe he learned his lesson and that’s why he asked for Stiles’ consent in season 1 then didn’t do it when Stiles said no?)

I have to say that’s a lot of rape-y tropes for one teen show. Yikes.

How did Chris grow up with those fucking psychos and become the man we’ve got to know? I judged him for violently pulling Scott from the car window and threatening to kill him, but from what I’ve seen in this episode that was gentle by comparison. He’s a kitten compared to those people. (Kit the kitten. Sorry.)

I love, love, love how my boy Stiles saw right through Peter’s edited version of the story.

Scott!!! It took only 3.5 seasons but he finally did something that impressed me. He saw through Colonel Tigh’s lies *and* threatened to kill him. Now if only he followed through…

That was fun.

Btw I get the Peter/Stiles shippers, but when do we get Peter/Chris scenes? (Except for the movie. And the homoerotic impaling. I saw those gif sets.) Those have way too many shippers for the fact I don’t think they’ve met yet.

I love Peter. Even (especially) when he’s being creepy and/or manipulative.

[madamairlock]

Poor Colonel Tigh...